Which is why I caved and ordered Chinese food tonight. The thought of trying to leave work in time to start dinner, even something simple, made me want to cry. So, takeout won. I know Colt isn’t complaining, but I feel bad. Usually, I make dinner for us during these movie nights. Most of our dates are movie nights. Actually, all of our dates have been movie nights, though we don’t always get to the movies. It’s given us space to feel things out without the pressure of dating.
It sounds ridiculous. Itisdating, but it feels like something’s missing. It’s like we’ve skipped ahead a few steps in the process.
I grab a few utensils for us and stick them in the counter’s various containers. I ordered too much food, but the leftovers will be lovely this weekend. We take turns dishing up our food, then move to the living room and set up at the coffee table. Colt grabs the remote and navigates through the screens to find what he wants. I love how comfortable he is here. When we were kids, he’d come to my house and act like he lived there. My parents never said a word and treated him as though he was their second child. There’s a particular joy in seeing that carry over. I like having him in my home.
He hasn’t stayed the night, though. I know it’s because I haven’t invited him. We’ve made it to the bedroom several times, but he always puts on his clothes and leaves afterward.
So, things are going well, but we still have some things to work out. “Should we do things?” I blurt out the words before my brain catches up to my mouth.
Colt freezes, chopsticks halfway to his mouth in one hand and the remote in the other. “Um, what kind of things?”
“We pretty much spend all our time together in my living room. Maybe we should go out and do things.”
“We sometimes move to the bedroom.”
I shake my head and chuckle. Who the hell am I? Am I complaining about having Colt to myself? And no longer just looking, either. I get to touch now, too.
He puts down his utensils and turns so he’s facing me. The smile fades from his face, and it’s replaced with a severe expression. “Are you not having a good time?”
“Colt, that’s not what I meant.” I move close to him and take his hand. I’m screwing this up. “I’m worried you’re going to get bored. This is what we were doing before we started dating.”
“Except now there’s sex.” He flashes me a smile before his serious expression returns.
“There’sgreatsex,” I agree. “But shouldn’t we go out and do things, too? I know it’s been a while since I dated, but I remember more going out. I admit our first attempt was a disaster, but I think we’ve worked past that stage. I expect we’d be able to eat in a restaurant or visit an actual movie theatre without us turning into those same dumbasses.” God, once I start talking, it is hard to shut up. Things were good. Why exactly was I trying to fuck them up?
“Come here.”
I hesitate, but Colt opens his arms and motions toward his lap. It’s a tight squeeze with us sandwiched between the couch and the coffee table, but I maneuver myself to sit across his lap. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close.
“I have zero complaints about spending my evenings here, watching stupid movies, and getting to cuddle you.” He kisses my cheek, and I can’t help but nuzzle closer. I’ve never been with someone as tactile as Colt. The reassurance from his touch centers me. “But, if you think we should get out more, I’m on board.” He pulls me in for a soft kiss. It’s chaste, but my dick reads into it and immediately hardens. I shift a bit, trying to hide my reaction. It’s a nice moment, and I don’t want to ruin it with my hard-on.
He must feel the way my body reacts because he pulls me closer. I can feel Colt’s bulge through my pants. I press into it and try to change my position a little. My hips raise a little, attempting to get some friction. This position is all wrong, though. Instead, I kiss along his neck, working my way from his ear down to his clavicle.
“Now that we have that out of the way, how about we move to the sex part?”
I don’t need any encouragement on that front. I kiss Colt’s neck a few more times, licking his skin on the sensitive spot behind his ear. I love how he moans when I do it, soft but with a certain dirtiness. “Please. Bedroom.”
He hauls me up, grabs my hand, and pulls me behind him down the hall. I chuckle at the enthusiasm. I’m not sure sex has ever been this fun before. Yes, it is ridiculously hot, but it’s also flirty and fun.
As soon as we reach my bedroom, he pushes me up against the wall and begins kissing me. No, not kissing, devouring. His mouth meets mine with force, immediately darting his tongue out and demanding entrance. I don’t hesitate. I’ll let him take anything he wants from me.
He pins me to the wall, his body presses close against mine. I rub myself against him like an animal. I thought this intense need would fade a little after a few weeks. It didn’t, though. I still can’t get enough of his body and how it feels against mine.
I tug at his shirt. “Off,” I demand between kisses. I need to feel more of his skin. He pulls away and yanks his shirt over his head. I take the opportunity to do the same. As soon as we’re topless, he dives back in, grabbing my cheeks and pulling me in close to him. I let him manhandle me for a few minutes, moving my head wherever he wants. I could stay here forever, pressed between the wall and his body, enjoying the feeling of him touching me.
Sadly, we both still need oxygen. I break away, gasping. His lips are red and swollen; his hair is messed up beyond repair. I expect I look the same.
“Bed?”
“Bed.” I gasp. In some unspoken agreement, we lose the rest of our clothing on the way there, and our jeans and boxers are discarded on the floor. I throw back the comforter and pull Colt down on top of me. It only takes us a second to pick up where we left off, but with nothing between us this time. I shift my leg between his, and his cock rubs against my hip. I groan at the sensation. My dick jumps and leaks precum over my abdomen. We’ve done this a bunch of times now, rubbed off against each other or traded blow jobs—sometimes both—but I want more tonight. “Will you fuck me? Please.”
“God, yes.” He thrusts against me a few times. I’ve been waiting for the right moment to ask him. I meant it when I said I wanted to go slow, but it’s been hell waiting. Especially when everything between us is so good. I wanted to be sure, though. Sure, Colt wouldn’t change his mind about the two of us.
COLT
“Flip over.”I move off to the side, and Nathan obeys quickly, rolling onto his knees. He opens the drawer in the bedside table and pulls out a bottle of lube and a condom. I stroke myself a couple of times while he gets into position.
Fuck. Nathan puts his head down between his arms, his ass on full display. I knead his cheeks a few times, enjoying the view. His ass is a thing of beauty, tight and round. I keep staring at it when we’re walking around his house or he’s making dinner, but getting to look and touch is so much better.
