When they stumbled up the pool steps, it was because they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. The night air was chill, but Steve’s skin burned wherever they touched. Drew tugged him forward until Drew’s back fetched up against the back door, and Steve couldn’t resist taking advantage. He kissed him again, first his lush mouth and then his cheekbone, his jaw, the skin above his pulse.
“Steve.” Drew gasped and threaded the fingers of his free hand into Steve’s hair. “God. I’ve wanted you all day.”
Steve groaned into his neck. “Youhave. You sat in my backyard half-naked all day while I tried to work. You’re very distracting.”
“I thought you said you wouldn’t be distracted,” Drew breathed through a shiver.
Please. “I lied!”
That earned him a pained laugh, and then Drew pushed him away so he could open the door.
Their damp feet made the floor treacherous. Steve slipped and banged his shin on an end table, but it was worth it to get to his bedroom half a second sooner.
He’d left the door closed on purpose to keep Rita off the sheets. Now he herded Drew through it, moving his hands down Drew’s obliques to settle on the cut of his hips. Drew’s briefs were drenched, and Steve brushed his thumbs over the waistband as Drew kissed his neck. Steve inhaled sharply. “Can I take these off?”
“God, I hope so.” Drew braced himself on Steve’s shoulders and shimmied his hips. “They might be kind of glued on.”
“I have scissors.”
Two steps and Steve had backed Drew into the mattress. He sat when his thighs touched, then scooted backward, his eyes drawing Steve after him until he knelt between Drew’s legs. Steve curled his fingers under Drew’s waistband, caught between cool damp fabric and warm damp skin. The moment stretched out; Steve wanted to remember it perfectly.
Unfortunately it turned out there wasn’t really a sexy way to pull off someone’s wet underwear.
Damn it, Steve wasn’t going to laugh. He pulled a little harder, and Drew lifted his hips to help, but the fabric caught on his skin and folded over on itself and—
“Seriously, how tight are these things?” Steve asked, giving up momentarily in sheer disbelief.
“Shut up! I wanted to look nice!” For a second Steve worried Drew was actually upset, but then he started to giggle. “I knew we should’ve gone skinny-dipping.”
“I thought you were just being modest.” Steve leaned forward and braced his weight on his arms on either side of Drew’s head.
“Modesty’s not in my makeup,” Drew assured him, tilting his head back in blatant invitation.
So Steve kissed him again, soaking up the taste of his smile. The coverlet under Drew grew damp from their bodies, but Steve was lost in the scent of his skin, the knowing tease of his tongue against Steve’s. When Drew arched up again, his erection rubbed against Steve’s, and Steve groan-sighed into his mouth. He thrust down and caught Drew’s whimper on his tongue.
In unspoken agreement, they parted long enough to work off their own underwear. Steve’s caught too, bunching unpleasantly on his hips and thighs, but then he was free and Drew was naked, stretched out invitingly beside him.
“Hey,” Drew said, turning his head to meet Steve’s gaze.
What a dork, Steve thought with a fondness that suffused him. But instead of replying, he rolled until he was straddling Drew. He planted one quick—or not so quick; Drew pulled him in with a hint of teeth on Steve’s lower lip—kiss on Drew’s mouth, then moved down his body.
He was beautiful.
Steve trailed his fingers down the side of Drew’s neck, over his Adam’s apple, into the hollow of his clavicles. Then he followed with his lips and tongue, infusing every kiss with something he couldn’t name. He was hard, and every time his cock brushed Drew, sparks went up his spine.
Drew’s smooth skin had tanned lightly, and his wet nipples pebbled in the air-conditioning. Steve kissed those too, first in passing, and then, when Drew gasped and arched beneath him, he opened his mouth and brushed his tongue over the firm peak.
Drew curled his hands into the covers.
By the time Steve had worked his way down Drew’s chest and abs, Drew’s erection was pressed tight to his stomach, fluid puddling under the head.
Steve didn’t mean to stop, but he did, for a moment, stroking the skin of Drew’s hip, staring. For the hundredth time that night, he licked his lips. He knew what he wanted. But….
Drew laced their fingers together again.
Steve looked up.
Drew cleared his throat. “You should get the lube.”
