“Starting the day over. This one blows.” Nate left his own shirt over the back of the chair where he’d laid Aubrey’s. His pants joined it a moment later, and then he lay down in the bed next to Aubrey in his boxers and curled his body around him. “There. Better.”
Aubrey breathed deeply for a few moments. The tension in his back and shoulders slowly gave way until he was leaning into Nate’s body. He interlaced their fingers. “I have a question.”
“Shoot.”
“What kind of heathen leaves his socks on in bed?”
Nate snorted into the back of Aubrey’s neck. It must have tickled, because Aubrey hunched his shoulders against it. “Hey, it’s December in Chicago. Frostbite is a real concern.”
“The heat goes off in your swanky apartmentone time,” Aubrey said dramatically. He sounded better already.
Nate smiled against his skin.
“We could get under the covers,” Aubrey suggested.
“Mm-hmm.” Despite his earlier comment, Aubrey didn’t actually feel cold—no goose bumps—and he generally kept his place a few degrees warmer than Nate did.
“Or,” Aubrey said, turning over.
Yeah, Nate thought so. “Or,” he agreed.
Their mouths came together slowly, a foregone conclusion without any urgency. Nate traced the shell of Aubrey’s ear, the line of his jaw. Their knees bumped; Aubrey adjusted to let Nate slide a leg between his so they could get closer.
Nate kissed Aubrey’s mouth, his chin, his cheekbone, and then started over. Aubrey clutched at the back of his neck, then his shoulder. Nate shuddered when Aubrey pressed a hand between his pectorals and slid it down to his navel.
It was easy to let his hands wander. Aubrey arched into his touches, sighing and gasping, letting Nate learn his body. Nate kept his hands light, though, exploring the hard, smooth muscles of Aubrey’s back, the curve of his bicep, the dip of his waist. When he slid lower, palming the generous swell of his ass, Aubrey tilted his head against Nate’s so their noses brushed, breaking their kiss.
“I want,” Aubrey said quietly, but he didn’t finish the statement. When Nate opened his eyes, his face was flushed, his eyelashes fanned out against his cheeks. He brushed their noses together again.
Nate stole a handful of quick, sipping kisses. “Okay.”
While Nate fumbled behind him for the nightstand drawer, Aubrey wriggled out of his boxers. Nate rolled back with the lube and a handful of condoms, and Aubrey met him with a kiss.
Nate wasn’t in any more of a hurry now that Aubrey was naked. They entwined their legs again. Nate took his time working Aubrey open as they kissed, swallowing the sound of his gasps, biting back moans of his own as Aubrey stroked his cock.
He worked up to three fingers, Aubrey undulating against him, his face tucked against Nate’s neck. Finally Aubrey curled his leg toward himself and used his knee to push Nate away.
Nate could take a hint. He eased Aubrey onto his back and pulled a pillow from the head of the bed to shove under his hips while Aubrey unwrapped the condom. He rolled it down Nate’s erection, then rubbed his thumb in a circle under the head.
He leaned his forehead against Aubrey’s as he pushed inside. The tight heat of Aubrey’s body enveloped him, sending his head spinning. Aubrey exhaled a soft gasping sound as he tilted his head back and his hips up, cradling Nate with his body.
It was sexy and slick and gorgeous. Aubrey’s fingers slid through the sweat on his back, clutching him closer, and his body was hot and grasping around Nate’s cock, drawing him in deeper with every stroke. His breath fanned softly over Nate’s lips, and he hooked an ankle around the back of Nate’s thigh, urging him on.
Finally Nate shuddered and pushed up on his arms, changing the angle.
“Ah!” Aubrey threw his head back, and the tendons of his neck stood out in stark relief. His face was a rictus of pleasure. A rivulet of sweat dripped down his temple.
Nate licked his lips, watching him, focused on his pleasure. His cock was hard between them, full and dripping on his stomach, but Aubrey’s hands were busy tweaking Nate’s nipples, digging into the flesh of his shoulders to urge him on.
Supporting himself on one hand, Nate reached for the lube and flicked the cap open. He knew he wouldn’t last, and he needed to make Aubrey feel as incredible as he did.
Aubrey cried out again when Nate closed his slick hand around his shaft. His eyes shot open, meeting Nate’s.
Nate leaned down again until their faces were centimeters apart. At this angle he could barely move his hand, but it didn’t seem to matter. Aubrey’s breath was hitching, his body coiling like a spring. Clumsy, he lifted his mouth to meet Nate’s. Nate’s teeth grazed his lower lip, and Aubrey shook just slightly. Then he deepened the kiss, and Aubrey shattered around him, crying out into Nate’s mouth.
Nate followed him over the edge, helpless to do anything else.
For several moments they lay panting in each other’s arms. Aubrey’s pupils were blown, and he seemed dazed, his face slack.
