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“Too late. You just described sex with me the same way people describe a new flavor of M&M’s.”
“Kyle.” Eric rolled to his side and shuffled over until he was gazing down at Kyle. “That was incredible. Life changing. I never lived until today.”
Kyle’s eyes narrowed. “It’s a start.”
Eric kissed his forehead and then rolled off the bed and onto his feet. He went to the bathroom, feeling giddy.
“Ooh. I haven’t gotten a good look at your ass yet,” Kyle called from the bed. “Holy hell, dude.”
Eric wiggled it a bit, which earned him a whistle. He knew he had a great ass. It was one of many things that he was in danger of losing once he retired.
When Eric returned from the bathroom, Kyle was already dressed.
“You’re leaving?”
“Yeah. I thought... I mean, it’s still pretty early. I can go home.”
Eric tried not to let his disappointment show. “Sure. That makes sense.”
“Although I’m sure I would sleep like a log in that bed. Or your guest bed again,” Kyle added quickly. “I’m not going to assume that—”
Eric grabbed a fresh pair of underwear from his dresser. “If you stayed the night, you’d be welcome to share my bed. Or sleep in the guest room. Your choice.”
“Maybe next time.”
Eric froze for a second, then resumed stepping into his briefs. Kyle had mentioned a next time before, but that had been when he was on the brink of orgasm. Did he really want to do this again? Did he actually want to do that edging thing?
“Next time?” Eric asked, hoping his tone didn’t betray how eager he was.
“If you want. I mean, I know your mind is blown right now, but we barely scratched the surface tonight. I have much to teach you.”
Eric huffed. “Okay, professor. Maybe we can schedule something next week.”
“Sounds hot. I’ll send you an appointment reminder.”
Eric pulled on some sweatpants. “Or you can be a brat about it.”
Kyle crossed the room and wrapped his arms around Eric’s waist. “I just remembered I’m busy for the next six years.”
“That’s too bad. I’ll probably be dead after that.”
Kyle kissed him. “You’ll be even sexier in six years, I’ll bet.”
Eric walked Kyle down to the front door and got him his jacket. Kyle fished his phone out of the pocket and laughed. “Kip’s inviting me to your Saturday afternoon game.”
Eric loved the idea of Kyle watching him play. He wanted to show off for him. “Can’t get enough of me, huh?”
“I want to see how flexible you are.” Kyle waggled his eyebrows, which made Eric laugh.
“Thank you,” Eric said awkwardly before opening the door. “This really was...well, it was more than I’d ever hoped for. It was perfect. Thanks.”
Kyle’s eyes were soft. “I had fun. Keep in touch, all right?”
“I will.”
“And,” Kyle added cheerfully. “I’ll keep an eye out for any potential suitors for you.”
That threw Eric for a moment, which was silly because he knewKylewasn’t going to date him. He forced a smile. “Sounds good. I’ll wave to you at the game.”
