“Stay?”
“I…I don’t really want to be alone yet,” Kota admitted.
That was true. Well, partially true. He was fine being alone. But he didn’t want Walker to leave him just yet. Not when he’d just started getting used to the feeling of him nearby.
Walker crowded him against the door frame.
“Is that so?”
The low rumble of his voice sent another wave of heat through Kota. He gave a stilted nod. “Yes.”
For a second, Walker just looked at him.
The sounds of the truck stop faded into the background. The chatter from the nearby truckers. The rumble of engines. The distant hiss of air brakes. All of it seemed far away compared to the weight of Walker’s attention.
Kota took a step back, grabbing Walker’s shirt and pulling him inside the bathroom, then locking the door with a heavy thud.
The sound echoed through the small space, leaving them suddenly and completely alone.
Kota looked up at Walker with big saucer eyes that made him look like an adorable cartoon rodent. He was still clinging to Walker’s shirt, lower lip slightly pooched out. Was he…pouting? Was he trying to seduce him? Walker would have said he was immune to such antics had anyone asked him ten minutes ago, but now, he wasn’t so sure.
The more fragile Kota seemed, the more this almost animalistic need to possess him stirred within Walker. He didn’t know if he wanted to fuck him or protect him. Or both. What was it about this kid that had Walker’s brain scrambled in such a short amount of time?
Maybe it was the way Kota looked at him like he was something worth trusting. Maybe it was the way he kept reaching for Walker despite knowing exactly what he was.
Walker’s hand floated to Kota’s cheek, cupping it, his blood starting to heat up. “You need to stop looking up at me like that, squirrel,” he warned. “You’re gonna trigger instincts I’ve worked very, very hard to keep in check.”
If he thought this confession would scare Kota, he was wrong.
The boy’s pupils blew wide, lips parting as his breath quickened. “You said you weren’t gonna kill me,” he reminded, tone somewhere between teasing and hopeful.
Walker shoved him against the cool tile walls, propping an arm over Kota’s head, crowding into his space. He closed the distance until they were close enough to share breath. The bathroom suddenly felt too small, the air thick with humidity and anticipation. “I also told you that the concern wasn’t killing you…” He let the word linger for a moment. “It was eating you.”
He made sure Kota understood the connotation. He watched his throat bob as he swallowed audibly.
“You said consume, actually…consume me,” he countered breathlessly. “And I’m…not opposed to that option.”
The admission came out shaky, but there was no hesitation behind it.
God, he was expressive. Every thought, every feeling seemed to flicker across his face before he could hide it.
Walker gripped his chin, tipping it upwards, searching his face. Kota stared up at him, lips parting again, pretty pink tongue darting out to wet his slightly chapped lower lip.
Walker chased the motion, licking slowly across the seam of his lips, before retreating just a bit. “You taste like maple syrup,” he murmured, savoring the sticky sweetness clinging to his skin.
Kota’s whine went straight to Walker’s dick. He pushed up onto his toes, capturing Walker’s bottom lip between his own and sucking it for just a second, like he was retaliating. “And you taste like burnt coffee.”
Walker smirked at him. “Is that a fact?”
Kota nodded slowly, maintaining eye contact. “Yup.”
He took an exaggerated step back. “Well, then I guess I shouldn’t?—”
Kota fisted his shirt, yanking him back into his space. “No, no, no, no. Don’t leave me.”
The desperation in the response hit Walker like a shot of adrenaline.
He chuckled, finally connecting their mouths in a kiss that had Kota whimpering. He gripped the boy’s wrists, pinning them over his head, as he fucked his tongue deeper.
