compliment. “They’re nothing special, though. Just brown.”
Bingo. Jonah’s smile broadened at the qualifier. If he’d worn one, he could have set his watch by it.
“I like brown eyes. I love your brown eyes.” Jonah couldn’t hold back any more. He had to kiss David, so he leaned in, closing his eyes a little but waiting to see what David would do. When David’s gaze dropped to Jonah’s lips, after the briefest pause, David’s lips parted a bit and his tongue flicked out to lick at his upper lip briefly.
Oh, yeah.
Closing the distance, Jonah pressed his lips to David’s, pressing lightly at first, until David made a happy little noise in the back of his throat and Jonah took it deeper. David responded by sucking on Jonah’s tongue and pressing closer, hooking a finger in the pocket of Jonah’s shorts and tugging. Jonah’s happiness bubbled up in the form of a moan when David lifted his leg and rested it atop Jonah’s, letting their cocks find each other and bump enthusiastically.
Room.
They needed more room.
Jonah slid an arm under David’s and slowly eased down onto his back. David didn’t waste any time in shifting over, climbing on top of Jonah and kissing back enthusiastically.
The shirt had to go, though. Jonah slipped his hands under David’s shirt, moaning a little at the slide of smooth, warm skin under his fingertips. He circled his hands a bit, delighting in the feel of David’s body, eventually catching the shirt and sliding it up.
Jonah was happy when David fought breaking the kiss even long enough to get his shirt off. “Shirt. Can you…?
“Yeah.” David nodded breathlessly and helped the maneuver along. “You, too.”
“Absolutely.” Grinning as David sat back to give him room to work, Jonah shimmied out of his shirt with David’s enthusiastic help.
“Oh. Oh, wow.”
Jonah tended to take his looks for granted, especially since his body was in the shape it was more due to genetics and playing sports than to any attempt at body-building on his part. He had to admit, though, that it might be worth a little more of an effort if the results made David’s reaction so spectacular. The look in David’s eyes and the slight quiver in his hands as he held them hesitantly a couple of inches away from Jonah’s chest were worth a few extra hours spent in the weight room, definitely.
Cupping his hands, David caressed Jonah’s chest, molding Jonah’s flesh and pushing at the muscles beneath the skin. It was amazing, the way something so simple could send electrical impulses licking down Jonah’s spine, hardening his dick even more, if that was possible. Jonah put his hands on David’s thighs, running them up under the edges of David’s shorts. “How about taking these off?”
“Uh…” David’s eyes went wide for a moment, his hands going motionless where they’d been massaging Jonah’s pecs, seconds away from doing wonderful things to Jonah’s nipples.
Jonah willed himself to keep breathing, waiting for David’s next move. This had to work. He wouldn’t let the possibility of failure so much as enter his mind, so instead he imagined David’s hands working the snap and, like mental telepathy or remote control, David reached for the opening of his shorts.
***
Take your hands off the jock and move slowly away from the bed. You’re about to make a huge fool of yourself, and there’ll be no pretending this rejection away.
Maybe not. But there’s no one else here to see or laugh, is there? The hot guy wants you, so shut up and get naked before he changes his mind.
While David’s two sides argued internally, his body just kept going, his hands moving from the warm smoothness of Jonah’s chest to his own shorts--unsnapping with his left hand while his right reached for the zipper. Jonah was smiling at him, and he’d do anything to keep that hot gaze fixed on him.
“All right.”
Jonah closed his eyes momentarily, his nostrils flaring with each intake of
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