“Why?”
“He nibbles the edges of whatever toy he holds when he’s hungry, but if he’s still talking then we’ve got time for that shower you promised me,” Peter explained while checking out the rest of Luka’s body. Damn, just damn. “We have time for some kissing and stuff too,” he said quietly, hating how shy he sounded. Peter thought that now they’d slept together, as in actually slept, he’d find it easier to try and seduce Luka—but it still felt weird and uncomfortably new.
Luka smiled and looked as if it was no big deal, but Peter got the feeling he’d passed some sort of test. “And stuff, huh? Good to know.”
He jumped back into the bed and snatched the covers up over his hardening cock. He was not hiding. He wasn’t.
Peter gulped when Luke sexily shucked the shorts, and he was surprised there wasn’t a comedy boing-boing soundtrack, as his penis got hard so fast there wasn’t enough blood left in his head to work his brain. “Naked?”
“Why, yes I am, thank you for noticing,” Luka sniggered, standing there as naked as the day as he was born, without a stitch of self-consciousness that Peter could see. And there wasn’t a single thing he couldn’t see at that second.
“So, what I propose, Mr. hot-shot lawyer, is that we give it the good old college second try on you acing Gay Man Love 101. What do you say?”
Peter wasn’t completely sure he was able to say anything, but damn if Luka didn’t make a good argument. “But I didn’t study,” he said nervously. The last thing he wanted was to freak out like last time when things were getting serious.
Luka didn’t seem fazed at all, though. “The good thing about a pop quiz is that you don’t have time to stress out. But we can always stop and do some extra studying instead,” Luka suggested giving him a reassuring smile.
“Not that I don’t appreciate the analogy, because I do, but I just don’t have the brain-power to figure out what the hell you just said when I can see all your...bits and pieces,” Peter complained, motioning to Luka’s body. There wasn’t a single thing on that man’s body that wasn’t absolutely perfect and distracting.
Luka bit his lip, and Peter knew that look well enough to know it meant the man was doing his best not to laugh at him. “I’m glad you like how I look. Analogies aside, since your poor brain does look likes it’s coming second in the blood-supply priority list, I want to make love to you—but if you aren’t ready, we can do something else.”
“I want to try. I just don’t want to get cold feet halfway there. It’s not fair to you…” Peter started, wishing again that he could just get out of his own way and jump the man. But the part of him that had been straight and heterosexual for all his life balked at the idea of going all the way.
“It’s not about fair, Peter. I’ve loved everything we’ve done together. I thought you might be wanting more with me than sex, but if you think that, then I must have been hoping for more than you were.” Luka backed off and reached for the dropped shorts.
Oh shit, he’d just messed up—hadn’t he?
“Yes. I mean no. I don’t... I want more than sex with you, but I’m scared. A man my age shouldn’t feel like a gawky teenage virgin, for godsake. I don’t know how to please you, and it’s driving me crazy to be this far out of my comfort zone.” There, he’d said it. He was as scared as he’d been when he’d left his parents’ house with nothing but a bag of clothes and books.
“Is that what this is about, Peter? You never could handle it when someone else was in charge, but you responded like you liked it when I bound your hands and teased you with the ropes. Are you just nervous because you don’t think you should like it?”
That wasn’t a question he was going to answer. No way, no how. He didn’t have to, though. Luka knew what he was thinking.
“There’s nothing wrong with liking to give up
“He nibbles the edges of whatever toy he holds when he’s hungry, but if he’s still talking then we’ve got time for that shower you promised me,” Peter explained while checking out the rest of Luka’s body. Damn, just damn. “We have time for some kissing and stuff too,” he said quietly, hating how shy he sounded. Peter thought that now they’d slept together, as in actually slept, he’d find it easier to try and seduce Luka—but it still felt weird and uncomfortably new.
Luka smiled and looked as if it was no big deal, but Peter got the feeling he’d passed some sort of test. “And stuff, huh? Good to know.”
He jumped back into the bed and snatched the covers up over his hardening cock. He was not hiding. He wasn’t.
Peter gulped when Luke sexily shucked the shorts, and he was surprised there wasn’t a comedy boing-boing soundtrack, as his penis got hard so fast there wasn’t enough blood left in his head to work his brain. “Naked?”
“Why, yes I am, thank you for noticing,” Luka sniggered, standing there as naked as the day as he was born, without a stitch of self-consciousness that Peter could see. And there wasn’t a single thing he couldn’t see at that second.
“So, what I propose, Mr. hot-shot lawyer, is that we give it the good old college second try on you acing Gay Man Love 101. What do you say?”
Peter wasn’t completely sure he was able to say anything, but damn if Luka didn’t make a good argument. “But I didn’t study,” he said nervously. The last thing he wanted was to freak out like last time when things were getting serious.
Luka didn’t seem fazed at all, though. “The good thing about a pop quiz is that you don’t have time to stress out. But we can always stop and do some extra studying instead,” Luka suggested giving him a reassuring smile.
“Not that I don’t appreciate the analogy, because I do, but I just don’t have the brain-power to figure out what the hell you just said when I can see all your...bits and pieces,” Peter complained, motioning to Luka’s body. There wasn’t a single thing on that man’s body that wasn’t absolutely perfect and distracting.
Luka bit his lip, and Peter knew that look well enough to know it meant the man was doing his best not to laugh at him. “I’m glad you like how I look. Analogies aside, since your poor brain does look likes it’s coming second in the blood-supply priority list, I want to make love to you—but if you aren’t ready, we can do something else.”
“I want to try. I just don’t want to get cold feet halfway there. It’s not fair to you…” Peter started, wishing again that he could just get out of his own way and jump the man. But the part of him that had been straight and heterosexual for all his life balked at the idea of going all the way.
“It’s not about fair, Peter. I’ve loved everything we’ve done together. I thought you might be wanting more with me than sex, but if you think that, then I must have been hoping for more than you were.” Luka backed off and reached for the dropped shorts.
Oh shit, he’d just messed up—hadn’t he?
“Yes. I mean no. I don’t... I want more than sex with you, but I’m scared. A man my age shouldn’t feel like a gawky teenage virgin, for godsake. I don’t know how to please you, and it’s driving me crazy to be this far out of my comfort zone.” There, he’d said it. He was as scared as he’d been when he’d left his parents’ house with nothing but a bag of clothes and books.
“Is that what this is about, Peter? You never could handle it when someone else was in charge, but you responded like you liked it when I bound your hands and teased you with the ropes. Are you just nervous because you don’t think you should like it?”
That wasn’t a question he was going to answer. No way, no how. He didn’t have to, though. Luka knew what he was thinking.
“There’s nothing wrong with liking to give up
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