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Eric nodded. “Okay. We can try that.”
Kyle stroked a gentle hand over Eric’s beard, then gripped his jaw and kissed him fiercely. The force of it made Eric’s legs wobble. He wanted Kyle to do whatever he had planned right here, against this wall, but Kyle was the voice of reason.
“Why don’t we go upstairs so we don’t knock that painting to the floor?” he murmured.
Startlingly, in that moment, Eric couldn’t give a fuck about the painting. But Kyle was right; they needed a bed. “Yeah. Yes. Upstairs.”
Kyle stepped back. “You go up. Get naked and wait for me on the bed.” He chuckled, probably amused by the dazed expression on Eric’s face. “Go. Now.”
Kyle played two levels ofAngry Birds Blaston his phone, which he felt was enough time for Eric to get undressed and ready for him. He walked up to the story below the master bedroom—the yoga studio. He took his time, taking a leisurely stroll around the dark studio space, making his footsteps heavy. He hoped Eric could hear him, and that he was tense with anticipation.
When he finally ascended the stairs to Eric’s bedroom, he found him stretched out on the bed, naked, with his hands folded on his chest and his ankles crossed. His cock was thick but not quite hard, and rested against one muscular thigh. Kyle gave himself a moment to drink that image in. God, there were so many things he wanted to do to this man.
Kyle dropped his backpack on the bed. He considered removing his shirt, but decided to leave it for now. He liked the imbalance of being fully dressed while Eric was naked. Up close he could admire the definition of Eric’s finely honed muscles. And the numerous dark bruises all over his body. What this man put himself through every day was astonishing.
He could tell Eric was trying to appear comfortable and relaxed, but the tightness in his knuckles, and the way his abs were clenching and releasing, gave him away. Kyle wrapped a hand around Eric’s ankle and squeezed, then released him and trailed the backs of his fingers up Eric’s leg until he reached the top of his thigh. Eric sucked in a breath when the hand got close to his crotch, but Kyle pulled it away.
“You are absolutely stunning,” he said. “Look at all that muscle.”
“I exercise.”
“How much tension do you carry in those muscles?” Kyle asked, squeezing one of Eric’s biceps. “How much pressure is on these shoulders?”
In response, Eric closed his eyes and sighed out a long breath. Kyle played with his hair, gently combing through the thick curls. He wanted to soothe him and pamper him, and then he wanted to wring him out.
“You can let it all go,” Kyle said softly. “Your only job tonight is to feel good. And it’s my job to make sure you do.”
“Yes,” Eric whispered, keeping his eyes closed.
Kyle bent down to kiss him. Eric opened eagerly, pulling himself up to get a better angle to deepen the kiss. He slipped a hand under the hem of Kyle’s T-shirt, sliding his palm up Kyle’s stomach to lift the shirt.
Kyle covered the hand with his own, stopping it. “Nice try,” he said. “I think I’ll keep my clothes on for a bit.”
“Seems unfair.”
“I never promised to be fair. Lie down.”
Eric’s eyes went wide, and Kyle pressed him back into the mattress with a firm hand on his chest. Having even this much control over this powerful, beautiful man was intoxicating. Kyle wanted a weekend alone with him. A week. A year.
When Eric was settled, Kyle began to warm up his body with the lightest brush of his fingertips. There were fresh bruises from the game that day, and Kyle avoided them as he traveled across Eric’s chest, down to his chiseled stomach, then dipped into the deep grooves under his obliques. He watched Eric’s dick twitch and thicken in response, but he didn’t touch it. Instead he walked to the end of the bed and opened his backpack.
“What’s in there?” Eric asked.
“You’ll see.”
Kyle decided that he’d better get started; otherwise they were still going to be here at midnight, and he had no intention of sleeping here. He considered blowing Eric first, but he knew from last time that it would get Eric too close too fast. He would save that for a later round. The first one would be relaxing and slow, with lots of talking.
Eric was fully hard now and Kyle hadn’t even touched his dick. This was going to be fun. He’d noticed the lube Eric had set on the nightstand, but Kyle pulled a bottle of his personal favorite lube out of his backpack.
“Did you jerk off today?” Kyle asked as he drizzled some lube into his palm.
“No.”
“Good. Yesterday?”
Eric furrowed his brow, as if he needed to think about it. “No.”
Kyle wrapped his slick hand around Eric’s cock, which made Eric hiss and clench his abs. “You must be dying to come then.”
