Page 61 of The Chemist

“We didn’t… did we?” Diesel asked.

“No. No, we didn’t. You wanted to cuddle before bed, and when I wrapped my arms around your body, you insisted that your shorts were too itchy and tugged them down around your thighs. Who was I to argue with a man who insisted on playing hide my salami with his butt cheeks?”

“So, you did fuck me last night?” Diesel asked, face still turned toward him.

“Trust me. If I had my dick in your ass last night, you would definitely be feeling it this morning.”

“Cocky much?”

“When you’re aggressive like me in bed, and you’re working with the size I’ve got, you tend to leave a stinging impression.”

Diesel’s cock plumped up. The thought of Zero pinning him down as he went all caveman on his ass had his dickveryinterested.

Resting his head back against Zero’s body, he lay there in the morning light, wondering what the fuck he was doing. His body was telling him that it was very much interested in the hunky man behind him, but his mind and heart were telling him that he was swimming in dangerous waters. That he should walk away before anyone got close, and he eventually got hurt. After all, they all leave in the end.

Tightening his grip around Diesel’s body, Zero’s breath tickled the back of his ear.

“I’m sorry that I teased you the night we first met.” Diesel’s body stiffened. “I thought you were just another douchebag trying to take advantage of vulnerable guys.”

Well, he did use the older guy to buy him drinks all night, but he was going to repay him with a load down his throat.

Guilt tugged at Diesel’s chest. “Yeah, I guess I should apologize for leaving you with blue balls that night as well.”

“They’re not blue anymore.” Zero chuckled.

“No. Now they’re just empty and sad,” Diesel added.

“I know one way you could make them happy again.”

Fighting against his grip, Diesel turned himself around until he was chest-to-chest with Zero.

“Really? And what way is that?” he asked, sliding his hand in between them and grabbing hold of Zero’s hard cock.

Heat exploded in Zero’s eyes. “Well, that’s a pretty good start.”

Eyes locked together, Diesel began jerking Zero’s cock while the man held him close against his chest. The closeness, the intimacy, was like nothing Diesel had ever felt before.

Normally, when he fucked, he preferred not to make eye contact or hold each other so close. Eye contact meant intimacy, holding each other meant comfort. When he was banging a one-night stand, he wanted neither of the two. Yet somehow, lying outside the burnt-out campfire on what appeared to be aratty old blanket—seriously, where the fuck did this thing come from?—being so close and intimate with Zero felt kind of… perfect. It felt right.

Picking up speed, he welcomed Zero’s hand when it reached between them and began jerking his cock as well.

Fuck.Feeling the man’s dick throb in his hand, with his warm breath gently brushing his lips, he wanted nothing more than to lean forward and close the gap.

Kissing? Kissing was something that he never did with anyone. Kissing was definitely a line he never wanted to cross. Even with clients atLa Maison, he always explained that was one thing he would not do. It was just too… intimate. Too personal.

Yet for some reason… he…

Focusing on the warm chestnut eyes staring back at him, he felt his balls tighten and his cock stiffen.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” Diesel gasped, jerking forward and nestling his head in the crook of Zero’s neck as he shot his load all over their bellies.

“Shit, so am…” Zero gave a loud grunt seconds before wet warmness shot against Diesel’s stomach and chest as well.

Zero spasmed, firing off shots like he was putting out a fire.

Talk about having your bodies painted!

“Shit,” Zero muttered.

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