I turn my attention to Nathan. “Perfect. Thanks for the beer.” I lift the bottle to my mouth but don’t drink. I’ve gone through half this bottle already. If I don’t slow down a bit, I’ll end up wasted. We’ve barely salvaged this outing; I don’t need to wreck it by turning into a sloppy drunk.
“You sure? Tyler wasn’t telling you any crazy college stories, was he? I can guarantee they’re all exaggerated, and a few didn’t even happen.” For some reason, I don’t believe him.
“Just small talk.” I can tell he wants to press me. “You want something to eat?” I motion toward the table full of chips, pretzels, cookies, and other snacks. Aaron and Oliver are standing over the snack table, engrossed in conversation.
“I think I’m still full from lunch. Aaron’s a bottomless pit.” Even if we don’t eat, at least I succeeded in changing the topic. I need more time to think through my feelings before telling Nathan. “He spends his days doing physical labor, though, so he burns it off. He also has a ridiculous metabolism. I keep thinking it’ll slow down one day, but it hasn’t happened yet.”
I shrug. “Well, I’m sure we’ll get to revel in the day when it finally happens.” At least, I hope I’m still around. It’s easy to picture spending every weekend like this, walking around a market and spending time with friends before returning home towrap ourselves around each other. I’ve wanted it for so long, and it felt like an impossible fantasy.
But if I let myself dream a bit, I can see it starting to come true.
Nathan brings me a second beer and himself a seltzer and leads me over to the porch, where everyone is sitting around in Adirondack chairs. The conversation revolves around various topics, including work, sports, and the weather. I stay quiet, enjoying the easy way Nathan interacts with his friends. The other guys include me quickly, which is nice. Even Oliver seems to be enjoying himself. It’s a little strange since he met most of them today, but I’m adjusting to seeing him around as a friend.
Plus, Nathan looks over at me occasionally with this hunger in his eyes that sets my whole body on fire. I shift a few times to hide the bulge in my pants. When I grab one of the throw pillows and set it in my lap, he gives me a wink and leans over. “You want to get out of here?”
“Yeah.”
He makes an excuse for why we need to go and pulls me to the front of the house. I’m kicking myself for leaving the car back in town. We’ve got a decent walk and a car ride before we can touch each other again.
He pushes me against the garage door when we leave the backyard and captures my mouth. Our tongues tangle together, fighting for dominance. I press my erection against his thigh and moan as I roll my hips to rut against him. My hands work under his shirt to dig my fingers into his skin.
He presses his erection into my thigh and moans into my mouth. I grab his ass and pull him closer. I don’t think I’ve ever been so needy with someone before. I always like sex, but it’s Nathan I can’t get enough of.
“If you’re going to fuck at my house, could you at least go inside so the neighbors don’t complain?” I pull away and press my head against Nathan’s shoulder. I recognize Matthias’s voice.
“Sorry,” he mumbles. I can feel him stifle a bit of a laugh.
“Seriously. You both have homes and beds. Go find one of those.”
Nathan nips at my ear. “Sounds like a good idea.”
Chapter Twenty-One
COLT
The rideback to Nathan’s house takes forever. Okay, it takes about twelve minutes—not that I’m counting—but those minutes are very long. Especially after walking multiple blocks to the car in the first place. It doesn’t help that my erection didn’t flag even a bit or that neither of us can keep our hands to ourselves. Every little touch or glance has me ready to crawl out of my skin. Hell, I thought about taking him in the backseat of the car in the parking lot. Ultimately, my brain realizes the car is only slightly more private than Aaron’s driveway. If I’m going to sink my dick into him, the bed might be optional, but privacy is not.
I keep my hands to myself on the drive. As tempting as it is to reach out and put a hand on Nathan’s thigh, I know I won’t be able to stop there. The last thing I need is for us to be pulled over or in an accident with one of our dicks out.
All day, these feelings kept building inside me. I might not have the words to express them yet, but my body is. The image of his body pressing against me, every little bit of flesh touching, made my dick twitch and leak more precum. At this rate, I’llhave a wet spot on the front of my pants by the time we get to his house.
I must have made a noise because Nathan shot me a knowing look. “We’re almost home.” From the bulge in the front of his pants, he has the same issue.
A minute later, he pulls into the driveway. We both jump out of the car and make a beeline for the house. If any of his neighbors are watching, it’s not hard to guess what we’re up to. As the front door closes behind us, Nathan shoves me up against the wall and kisses me. No, attacks me.
I’m happy to let him lead. I melt into the wall as Nathan captures my mouth. He’s somehow managed to rein himself in enough to kiss me slowly instead of with the ferocity he’d shown back at Matthias’s. No one has ever kissed me the way Nathan does. It’s like he needs to taste every bit of me. Trust me, I’m happy to oblige. My hands roam over his body. We have too much clothing between us, but I’m unwilling to break away long enough to remove any of it. I press myself against him and move my hips to get friction against my aching cock. He’s got me so tightly pressed I can’t move more than the tiniest movement.
It’s been a long day, and I long for the reassuring feeling of being close to Nathan. He must be in my head because he pulls away. “I need you inside me.”
“God, yes.” I rub against him harder.
“Bedroom. Now,” Nathan growls as he pulls away. We set a land speed record for getting into his bedroom, with shirts and pants falling to the floor somewhere along the way. I stop and pull him into me before we reach the bed. There’s a growing damp spot on his blue boxer briefs. I slide the tips of my fingers into his waistband and pull them down. His cock bobs free, the tip shiny with precum.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” I pull down my boxers and grab Nathan’s hand, leading him toward the bed. “Hands and knees.”We’ve been at the foreplay for hours now, but I’m not ready to give in yet. My insides are on fire with the need to fill him up.
I part the globes of his ass wide and tease his entrance with my tongue. “Fuck. Colt.” I lick and tease him until his hole softens, then slide my tongue into him. He makes the most sinful noises as I eat his ass. I swear if he keeps moaning like that, I’m going to come before we even start. He must be thinking the same thing because he starts to beg. “You have to get inside me. Now, Colt.”
NATHAN
