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Kole chuckled and cupped Beck’s cheek. “You don’t need to worry. It was probably good to get that out of the way. We would’ve combusted before we finished dinner at that rate.” Beck’s cheeks flushed, and Kole pressed his lips to the reddened area. “Besides, we can order pizza.”

Beck moved, and his cock slid free, making Kole wince slightly. “Sorry.”

“You feel bigger than you look, and you look big enough as it is.” Kole wasn’t complaining.

“Sorry.”

Kole chuckled. “You don’t need to be sorry. About anything. We needed that.Ineeded that.”

Beck rose and looked around, holding the used condom. “Bathroom?” he asked, meeting Kole’s gaze again.

He gave directions, and while Beck cleaned up, he did the same in the kitchen and pulled his briefs back on. What would happen now? Would they eat and chat, or would Beck make an excuse and leave? Kole didn’t want him to, but he wouldn’t push the guy to stay if he didn’t want to. While the thoughts prowled his mind, sending his stomach into a spin, he opened the drawer he’d already dedicated to takeaway menus, but the arms that slid around his waist settled his nerves as nothing else could have at that moment.

Beck’s lips pressed against his neck, something he seemed to do a lot, and Kole leaned back into him.

“Any preference?” he asked.

“I could go for a pizza, but anything goes for me.”

His lips distracted Kole for a few seconds, but then he blinked and cleared his throat. “You prefer Chinese if I recall?”

“Yeah, but I love pizza, too.”

“Okay, pizza it is.” Beck’s hands wandered while Kole tried to input the order, asking Beck questions about his toppings and receiving hums in agreement, but his tongue was more distracting than his lips.

Finally, he managed to place the order. “Forty-five minutes, it says.” He turned in Beck’s arms and slid his hands to his neck. “Would you like a drink while we wait?”

Beck crowded closer. “How about a shower first?”

Kole smiled. “Sure. I’ll show you where it is.”

Beck tightened his hold. “And I hope you’ll join me.”

The words were soft, a little unsure, and that would’ve been more than enough for him to say yes, but it was the need in Beck’s eyes that floored him. This need wasn’t heat. It wasn’t arousal. It was something deeper. A need to just be, maybe. Kole couldn’t identify it, but he wouldn’t let him down if that was what he needed.

“Wouldn’t miss the chance to be with you,” he whispered against Beck’s lips.

They shared a soft, explorative kiss—so different from what they’d shared when Beck turned up earlier than planned, but no less devastating. Kole’s head spun when they pulled back.

Beck took his hands and pulled him towards the bathroom. “Come on. Maybe I can make you come again before the pizza gets here.” He winked.

It was certainly a mutually beneficial shower, and they had towels wrapped around their waists when there was a knockat the door. Kole checked the peephole and opened the door, smiling at the delivery driver. “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

Kole didn’t miss the lingering glances he received, but he ignored it, in favour of trying not to shiver from the cool air coming from outside his apartment. He liked his creature comforts, which included central heating. Beck pressed up against his back, his arms banding around him.

“Thanks for the food, man,” Beck said to the delivery driver and nodded before closing the door.

Kole chuckled and shook his head, carrying the pizza to the coffee table. “Drink?”

“I got it,” Beck said, so Kole settled on the sofa, enjoying the warmth seeping into him. He probably should have dressed, but he liked being half-naked with Beck. He opened the pizza, but before he could grab a slice, Beck was back, nudging him forward so he could settle behind him, his legs bracketing Kole’s body. He’d never thought of the position as anything but sensual until that moment, but even with the towels separating them, he was branded by Beck’s heat. And when the man lifted a slice of pizza, encouraged him to rest his head back on his shoulder and held the slice to his lips, Kole was overwhelmed. His brain misfired, his stomach held a swarm of butterflies, and he wanted nothing more than to devour Beck instead.

But he bit off a piece of pizza, chewing slowly, and contained his sigh when Beck took a bite of the same slice—after all, they had shared spit, so what was sharing a slice of pizza? Kole rested his hands on Beck’s thighs, his thumbs brushing the hairy skin, and tried to regain control of his emotions.

It had been the first time he’d let himself get carried away with anyone since Andrew, and although there still was a random bumblebee amongst those butterflies when he thought about their “relationship,” he was more relaxed about it. He’d knownfrom the beginning that they weren’t going to be a couple, and if the sex helped him to recalibrate so he could go out and find someone, then he wasn’t going to be upset about that.

Beck fed him bites of pizza until Kole shook his head, his stomach complaining, and then he ate the rest in short order—a perfect gentleman.

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