Page 10 of The Tourist

I couldn’tseem to stop grinning. Dan didn’t talk a lot, he didn’t gossip,either. Which was a good thing, right? He always looked at me asif… well, as if I’d already know what he was thinking. As if hetrusted me to do that, as if we might think the same way. I blinkedhard, feeling strangely comforted.

No one had ever treated me thatway before.

Dan’s eyeswere dark, like this morning when he fucked me in the shower. Imean, was that hot or what? Though just for a minute, when he’dstepped in behind me and put his hands on me…

Just for thatminute, I hadn’t been sure.

“Come here.”Dan slid his free arm around my waist and pulled mecloser.

I nudged upagainst him. It felt like I fit. The feelings were rich and warmbut, as his visitor, I felt surprise too. As if easy intimacy werea new thing for me.

What shit hadhappened in the past? Was that the reason I wasn’t fullyconcentrating?

Don’t fightit, Ricky. It’s what you’re here for, right?

Dan’s breathwarmed my ear, sending a sudden frisson of excitement down my body.I tilted my head as his mouth ran down my neck, the lips rough andhot. His tongue flickered wetly over my pulse. My dick hardened andI turned towards him, to take my share of a kiss. This was what Icraved, what I knew best.

“So hot,” hemurmured.

And I was,wasn’t I? Damn hot! So why did I pull back from him, and turn onwhat I presumably meant to be a rueful smile?

“I ought togo shower. The beer gets in your clothes, you know? I don’t smellmy best.”

You’redirty…

He looked atme with that slow, wide grin of his. “I like your smell. All ofit.”

“Pervert.” Ismiled, but my voice was shaky. “No, really.”

Dan’s happyexpression faltered. He loosened his hand on my waist and tookanother swig of beer. The last drops glistened on the rim of thebottle and his tongue flicked out to lick them off. I nearlygroaned aloud. I wanted to put my fingertips to his mouth, followthe path of the liquid over his tongue, feel his lips close aroundmy fingers. Desire was heavy and seductive in my gut.

But my handstayed by my side.

“What am Idoing wrong?” Dan was looking at me, closely.

“What?”

He flushed alittle and put his almost-empty bottle down too carefully on thefloor. “Not sure what the problem is, Ricky. But we can work itout, surely? The look on your face…”

“Sorry. It’sjust a joke.” I smiled brightly. But no, it didn’t feel amusing tome, either. “Just wanted to look good for you. Dan, hey…” I put myown beer aside, turned back and slid my hand around the back of hisneck. I tugged his head to mine, took back his mouth in a firmkiss. It was a damn fine distraction.

That’s allyou’re good for, Ricky.

Dan sighed,his tongue darting back into my mouth. “I can cope with more ofthis.”

“Kissing?” Imurmured against his mouth, savouring the shape of hislips.

He was stillflushed. “I mean… yes. If you want to.”

I paused. Isuddenly felt his thoughts as clearly as if they were my own. Ifyou want me. Ishivered. More of that unusual overlap thing. Had I swapped men tooquickly, too close?

“Don’t be an idiot,” I said. Of course I wanted it,wanted him. I slidmy other hand down his belly, cupping his groin. He felt very goodand very warm. “And what else do you want rightnow?”

His voice wasragged. “You, of course.”

I nodded. Ifelt settled. This was familiar territory. “So, show me,okay?”

He laughed.“Sure.” And he pulled us both down, on our backs on thebed.