Fuck, we should have come up with a story. I glance over at Cole, but all I can picture are wintry hilltops, afternoons in my bedroom, my mouth traveling down his—
Thankfully, Cole is faster on the uptake. “Well, I didn’t actually grow up with you guys, so I didn’t count. We met when I really needed a friend.”
“Yeah, and there was the hurricane —” I added, finally finding my voice. “And after you go through something like that —”
“But you lost touch?” Bree asks. “Because by the time I knew him —”
“You know, we went to different colleges,” Cole shrugs. “And this one doesn’t have social media, so I never found him. But you know those kinds of friendships where you can just pick up where you left off? Like slipping your feet back into a comfortable pair of old shoes —”
My lips twitch, and I bite back a grin. “Or riding a bicycle —”
“Yeah, after all these years, you still remember exactly where to put your hands,” Cole finishes, and I don’t know how he’s keeping a straight face, because I’m pretty sure I’m sweating through my shirt.
Sabrina is giving Cole a long, searching look, so I figure I should probably change the subject. “Um, what about you guys? You go way back too, right?”
“Bree is like my little sister,” Cole says, and Sabrina reaches out to take his hand.
“But Coleyactslike my little brother. He has the best taste in clothes and the worst taste in men, but he has the biggest heart, so I keep patching him up, nomatter how many times he calls me at three in the morning because that heart’s been broken again.”
“And I love you for it, babe,” Cole replies. “But hey — time for some Callahan brothers bonding time. Family secrets — go!”
Seth’s eyes light up as he leans forward, and I settle back into my seat once more, letting him take the lead. I could get used to this.
***
“Fuck, I thought we wouldneverget rid of them.” Cole kicks off his shoes at the front door to his apartment and crowds me against the wall. “I’ve pretty much had a hard-on since you walked out of the dressing room in that tux.”
“You know what they say about erections lasting more than four hours,” I murmur, dragging my hand down his back to grip his ass.
“What do they say?” Cole is nuzzling along my cheek, his lips brushing my skin.
“They say — fuck, I forgot —” I groan, and crush our mouths together.
Drinks had led into dinner, with Cole taking every opportunity to text me filthy things under the table, his knee wedged hard against mine. But afterward, when Bree had suggested finding a club to go dancing, Cole had faked some kind of art gallery emergency, and Ihad cited subway problems as a reason to make it an early night. And when we had finally peeled off, we’d nearly run up Eighth Avenue together, Cole slipping his hand into mine the second we were sure that we wouldn’t be seen. And now he’s grinding me into the wall, dragging the collar of my T-shirt aside to put his lips on my shoulder, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to black out, with how fast the blood is rushing to my cock.
“Wait, can we — couch?” I manage to suggest, and Cole grunts in agreement. Then we’re both stumbling into the living room, Cole pushing me in front of him as I hold on to his hips for dear life. When I feel the couch hitting the back of my knees, I sit down hard, and Cole follows, straddling my lap and taking off my glasses, putting them on the side table before licking deep into my mouth.
“God, you’re like a drug —” he gasps, and I know what he means, because I’ve been high all day.
He’s rolling his hips in my lap, and my fingers are finding the buttons on his shirt, opening them one by one to reveal his smooth chest. When I drop my lips to his throat, kissing along his shoulder and down until I’m tonguing over his nipple, he groans, palming the back of my head to hold me in place as he arches against my mouth.
“What can I do for you?” I whisper as I surge upward once more, cradling his face with both hands.
“I want to ride you, but I don’t think I’m preppedfor that —” he groans, mouthing along my jawline. “Butfuck, I don’t want to stop —”
“Thendon’t—” I breathe, and press my open palm against the front of his jeans, giving his hard length something to grind against as he writhes in my lap.
“Fuck, we can make this better —”
Cole stands up abruptly, wriggling out of his jeans and underwear until he’s standing naked before me, the last rays of sunlight from the window setting fire to his golden skin. Then he reaches for my belt buckle, stripping me unceremoniously below the waist and tossing my trousers to the side. Before he climbs back into my lap, he reaches into the side table for the small bottle of lube that he keeps there, pressing it into my palm.
“Oh,fuck—” The first touch of my slick hand to my neglected cock nearly does me in, but I manage to hold back, to breathe through the surge of pleasure as Cole settles over me, bringing his own cock in line with mine. He’s so close, little punched-out exhales bursting into my face as he rests his forehead against mine. One of his hands is wrapped around mine, dragging over the two of us, a maddening friction that is threatening to set me ablaze. The other is braced against the back of the couch, giving him stability as he writhes against me.
“Hey, Ezra?” His voice sounds surprisingly vulnerable, and I lean back a little so that I can focus on his face.
“What’s up?”
“You know I respect your boundaries, but —” He plucks at my shirt. “Fuck, I’m so attracted to you, and this — can Ipleasesee you?”
