Page 22 of Built to Last

“He is not my type,” I shouted back.

“You could have fooled me from the way the two of you are together.”

I threw out my hands and made a frustrated sound. “We’re in business together! He’s renting the shop from me. I’m not interested in dating him. The only person I’ve ever been interested in dating is⁠—”

I stopped when I realized Gilbert was staring at me with wide, hopeful eyes, his lips slightly parted. “You’re not…not interested in Marco?”

“No, you dumb fuck,” I huffed. “The only person I’ve ever been interested in actually dating is you.”

Gilbert’s jaw dropped. He didn’t believe me, I was sure, but I’d managed to short-circuit his brain anyhow. There was only one way to prove that I meant it.

I twisted to face him better, grabbed his face, and smashed my mouth over his. Since his mouth was already open, it was easy to slide my tongue in to taste and claim and prove just how much I wanted him.

I should have stopped there. That would have been the smart thing to do. But when it came to Gilbert Meyers, I’d never been particularly smart. I dialed down the intensity of the kiss enough to draw it out, lowering one hand to grip his waist and pull him closer to me. It was awkward with the way we were sitting, but I couldn’t help myself.

As the kiss went on, Gilbert moaned. His reaction had me reeling back and panting. “Sorry,” I said. “I don’t know what⁠—”

Before I could finish, Gilbert shot up, swung his legs over mine, and sat down, straddling me. He fisted his hands in my hair and brought his mouth crashing down on mine in the hungriest kiss I’d ever been part of.

All bets were off from there. We devoured each other’s mouths, tongues fighting for the upper hand and hands going everywhere. I yanked at his t-shirt, pulling it up so I could grip and knead his flesh. He was so warm and alive, and I wanted him more than air in my lungs.

“Fuck,” he gasped, shaking slightly as his hands dipped down to lift my t-shirt and fumble with the fly of my trousers.

I knew what he was doing and where it would lead, and I didn’t care. I wanted it. I wanted him every bit as much as I had all those years ago, when we were young and reckless. I lifted my hips as he finished with my fly and pushed my trousers and briefs down, scooping my cock and balls out into the open.

He got right to work stroking me until I was rock-hard, all while kissing me. I groaned into his mouth, his touch felt so good. At the rate he was going, I wasn’t going to last long, so I batted his hands away and went for the fastenings of his trousers, too.

Gilbert worked with me to push his clothes down enough to bring out his hard and dripping dick and his balls. I had a full-on look at how perfectly manscaped he was, but the jokes I might have been tempted to make at how well-kempt he was flew out the window as he grasped our cocks together and started to pump.

“Oh, fuck, Gilbert,” I groaned, throwing my head back for a second and closing my eyes to concentrate on the intense pleasure.

As with everything we did, the touching and stroking turned competitive immediately, I joined my hand with his, both of us working together and panting harder as we raced closer to orgasm. I couldn’t decide if the winner would be the one who came first or last. It didn’t matter as long as I got off.

No, it mattered if Gilbert got off, too. I wanted him to enjoy this as much as I did.

I grabbed him behind the neck with my free hand and yanked him close for another kiss. We were both breathless and out of our heads, but the passion and intensity of our mouths and tongues exploring was too much for both of us.

Gilbert groaned into my mouth as his body tensed and warm stickiness coated our hands. It was sexy as fuck, and I let myself go a few seconds later. Gilbert gasped and pulled back, watching me shoot the last of my load, then breathing out a hungry, “Fuck!”

I echoed him a moment later with a “Fuck!” of my own, but for an entirely different reason.

Someone knocked on the door.

“You guys still in there?” Sean’s voice sounded from the other side.

“Shit!” Gilbert hissed, leaping back and glancing frantically around for something to wipe his hand on. “Shit, shit, shit!”

“Bathroom,” I gasped, pointing to the small bathroom across from the lockers.

Gilbert leapt over the bench, trousers still down low on his hips, and called out, “Yeah, we’re still in here.”

I glared at him as I leapt up and made a beeline for the bathroom as well. What did he think he was doing? Sean had the key and could unlock the door while we still had our dicks out.

“Sorry to leave you two trapped like this,” Sean called out as the click of the lock sounded. “I could have sworn everyone had already left.”

I managed to pull my trousers up just in time as I reached one of the sinks and turned it on to wash my hands. Gilbert was one step ahead of me. He’d ducked into one of the stalls and flushed the toilet before racing to the sink. So when Sean opened the door, the water was still running like we’d just used the toilets.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Sean asked as he stepped into the locker room, no idea what was going on.