been the earliest choice for their next date.
Maybe it was dumb, given the fact they’d known each other for such a short time, but Pitney had missed Rafael like crazy during the week. Sure, they’d talked on the phone multiple times a day. Still.
Given that he didn’t want his family to find out that he was seeing someone, a male someone, he’d had to be quiet or leave the house whenever he wanted to call Rafael. By now, Pitney hated fucking December with a passion.
He couldn’t count the times he’d hid in the bathroom under the guise of needing a shower and jerked off to memories of Rafe and him. Memories of them in bed and in the kitchen, where Rafe had introduced him to the fine art of ordering your lover to suck your cock. Just like that, he felt his face heating and his prick awakening behind his fly. A low chuckle finally pulled his mind out of the gutter, and he snapped his gaze up to his date.
“I would love to know what you’re thinking about.” Rafael gave him a teasing, lascivious wink.
“Me?” Damn, that had come out as a squeak. Embarrassing. He coughed and took a sip of his juice. “Nothing. Say, how was work? Any new clients?” Rafael’s raised brow told Pitney he could smell his weasel words. Damn man was way too attentive.
“Well, that’s a surprise. If I’d known talking about my jobs makes you horny, I’d have broached the subject sooner,” Rafael murmured while placing the cutlery beside his empty plate. His dark blue eyes gleamed mischievously. “Thanks for asking. There’s a musician who’s interested in our service. I can’t tell you his name just yet, though.”
When a sock-clad foot rubbed his calf, Pitney hissed. “Rafael! Stop it. I don’t want to embarrass myself in a restaurant.”
“Sorry! I’ll be good, promise.” Rafael held up his hands, giving him a fake innocent look. Pitney didn’t buy it.
However, he wanted to know more about his boyfriend’s job. Rafael had told him he owned an agency and had several employees. They worked mostly with artists such as musicians and writers, and represented them and their interests, handled finances, helped with stage performance, interviews, and aided with websites. Pitney thought it impressive as hell and so cool. In fact, it was way cooler than Pitney could ever hope to be.
Once again, he thought how different they were. Over the last week, a nasty kernel of doubt had taken possession of him. Rafael was smart, probably had a university degree. Pitney was... not. Also, Rafael had much more experience when it came to sex, whereas Pitney...
Was their connection strong enough to endure the many challenges every couple had to face eventually?
“Pitney?”
Looking up, he saw Rafael’s concerned gaze trained at him. Shit. He’d gotten lost in his own head again. He nervously shifted on the padded bench seat. “Yes?”
“You seemed lost there for a moment. Is something wrong? Don’t you feel well?” Rafael asked while gently stroking his hand. When had he started the petting motion? His insecurities threatened to get the better of him. Rafael’s concern and his questions spiked his nervousness until he felt like a cornered, wild animal.
“What do you want from me?” he snapped. Gasping, he immediately slapped his free hand over his mouth.
Rafael’s eyebrows creased before he asked in a serious and calm voice, “Excuse me?”
Pitney trembled inside and he could almost feel this relationship slip through his fingers. “Sorry. I’m so sorry,” he croaked and lowered his head so his curls would hide his face. What a mess. He liked Rafael so, so much and he didn’t want to lose him. But, honestly, he had no idea what to do.
The hand holding his vanished, then movement beside him on the bench startled him before two strong arms enfolded Pitney in a tight embrace. Oh.
Pitney smelled Rafael’s cologne and his natural, musky scent. Without thinking, he snuggled deeper into the hug, breathing in his man. A
Maybe it was dumb, given the fact they’d known each other for such a short time, but Pitney had missed Rafael like crazy during the week. Sure, they’d talked on the phone multiple times a day. Still.
Given that he didn’t want his family to find out that he was seeing someone, a male someone, he’d had to be quiet or leave the house whenever he wanted to call Rafael. By now, Pitney hated fucking December with a passion.
He couldn’t count the times he’d hid in the bathroom under the guise of needing a shower and jerked off to memories of Rafe and him. Memories of them in bed and in the kitchen, where Rafe had introduced him to the fine art of ordering your lover to suck your cock. Just like that, he felt his face heating and his prick awakening behind his fly. A low chuckle finally pulled his mind out of the gutter, and he snapped his gaze up to his date.
“I would love to know what you’re thinking about.” Rafael gave him a teasing, lascivious wink.
“Me?” Damn, that had come out as a squeak. Embarrassing. He coughed and took a sip of his juice. “Nothing. Say, how was work? Any new clients?” Rafael’s raised brow told Pitney he could smell his weasel words. Damn man was way too attentive.
“Well, that’s a surprise. If I’d known talking about my jobs makes you horny, I’d have broached the subject sooner,” Rafael murmured while placing the cutlery beside his empty plate. His dark blue eyes gleamed mischievously. “Thanks for asking. There’s a musician who’s interested in our service. I can’t tell you his name just yet, though.”
When a sock-clad foot rubbed his calf, Pitney hissed. “Rafael! Stop it. I don’t want to embarrass myself in a restaurant.”
“Sorry! I’ll be good, promise.” Rafael held up his hands, giving him a fake innocent look. Pitney didn’t buy it.
However, he wanted to know more about his boyfriend’s job. Rafael had told him he owned an agency and had several employees. They worked mostly with artists such as musicians and writers, and represented them and their interests, handled finances, helped with stage performance, interviews, and aided with websites. Pitney thought it impressive as hell and so cool. In fact, it was way cooler than Pitney could ever hope to be.
Once again, he thought how different they were. Over the last week, a nasty kernel of doubt had taken possession of him. Rafael was smart, probably had a university degree. Pitney was... not. Also, Rafael had much more experience when it came to sex, whereas Pitney...
Was their connection strong enough to endure the many challenges every couple had to face eventually?
“Pitney?”
Looking up, he saw Rafael’s concerned gaze trained at him. Shit. He’d gotten lost in his own head again. He nervously shifted on the padded bench seat. “Yes?”
“You seemed lost there for a moment. Is something wrong? Don’t you feel well?” Rafael asked while gently stroking his hand. When had he started the petting motion? His insecurities threatened to get the better of him. Rafael’s concern and his questions spiked his nervousness until he felt like a cornered, wild animal.
“What do you want from me?” he snapped. Gasping, he immediately slapped his free hand over his mouth.
Rafael’s eyebrows creased before he asked in a serious and calm voice, “Excuse me?”
Pitney trembled inside and he could almost feel this relationship slip through his fingers. “Sorry. I’m so sorry,” he croaked and lowered his head so his curls would hide his face. What a mess. He liked Rafael so, so much and he didn’t want to lose him. But, honestly, he had no idea what to do.
The hand holding his vanished, then movement beside him on the bench startled him before two strong arms enfolded Pitney in a tight embrace. Oh.
Pitney smelled Rafael’s cologne and his natural, musky scent. Without thinking, he snuggled deeper into the hug, breathing in his man. A
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