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kicked on. The slur in his voice was more than enough warning to hang up, but Declan had soldiered on and announced himself, saying, " Hi, Dad. It's me ."
The monotonous shrill of the dial tone replied.
After being hung up on, Declan had lazed around feeling sorry for himself for the rest of the day. He went to bed early and slept until noon that morning. Thankfully, Killian had yet to press him for details on what he'd done the day before. He'd seemed satisfied with Declan's work excuse and left it at that.
Since Killian's vehicle was in the shop, Declan had offered to provide their transportation for the evening. It was the least he could do, since they normally either met up wherever they were going or Killian drove. Plus, he felt more like an equal partner in their date rather than a charity case. It wasn't that he minded letting Killian pay for things he couldn't afford—like the fancy restaurant they'd dined at the week before. However, he could swing gas money and paying for their movie, so he'd insisted on treating the older man for a change.
It was the first time Killian had let him pay for anything in the month or so they'd been dating. Although, to be honest, between Declan's work schedule and the night classes he was taking at the local community college, they'd only gone out on a few dates.
Nevertheless, Declan was frustrated with the way Killian never seemed to want to do anything more than neck like green adolescents. While he appreciated Killian's determination to prove he wasn't using Declan for sexual favors, he was also tired of going home to beat off after each date.
Considering the amount of sex he had on a regular basis, he should have been sick of it. Thankfully, he found the prospect of being with Killian completely different than work. The act was the same, but the purpose behind it was not. With Killian, he yearned for more than the orgasm at the end of the rainbow. For once, he actually wanted the intimacy and closeness that came from making love to someone. Granted, he ached to strip Killian bare and lick every inch of his naked skin, but the rest held true as well.
He supposed he was going to have to make the first move if anything was ever going to happen between them. Tonight was as good a night as any. His nerves would have gotten the best of him, if not for the simple fact that he knew Killian wanted him. It was kind of hard to miss an erection beneath the dress slacks and pressed khakis Killian favored.
Each good-bye kiss was flavored with a hint of desperation, the tang of male pheromones clouding the air upon every parting. If the sexual tension grew any stronger, Declan planned to start wearing a condom to dinner in case of spontaneous orgasm. Squishy pants were not his idea of a good time.
All too soon, he pulled up outside Killian's house. Tension mounted, filling the interior of the car. Declan didn't know whether to use the blunt approach and ask to spend the night, or take the more subtle route and suggest a nightcap of some kind. Did people even use the term "nightcap" in conversation, or did that only happen in porn?
"Well, here we are," Declan muttered, stalling for time to figure out which approach was more likely to get him laid without making him sound like a moron.
"So it seems." Killian unbuckled his seat belt and turned sideways. "I had fun tonight."
"Me too." So much so, he wasn't ready for it to end.
"Would you, um, like to come in?"
Hell, yes! Declan schooled his features into a placid smile. "Okay."
"Great." Killian grinned bright enough to light up the interior of the car.
A virtual cornucopia of X-rated images and hopeful plans for the rest of the night rushed through Declan's mind as he exited the car and followed Killian inside the small brick house.
Declan entered the house first and curiously glanced around. The space was large and clean, if sparsely furnished. Light from a single lamp illuminated bits of the living room. A plush blue sofa sat
The monotonous shrill of the dial tone replied.
After being hung up on, Declan had lazed around feeling sorry for himself for the rest of the day. He went to bed early and slept until noon that morning. Thankfully, Killian had yet to press him for details on what he'd done the day before. He'd seemed satisfied with Declan's work excuse and left it at that.
Since Killian's vehicle was in the shop, Declan had offered to provide their transportation for the evening. It was the least he could do, since they normally either met up wherever they were going or Killian drove. Plus, he felt more like an equal partner in their date rather than a charity case. It wasn't that he minded letting Killian pay for things he couldn't afford—like the fancy restaurant they'd dined at the week before. However, he could swing gas money and paying for their movie, so he'd insisted on treating the older man for a change.
It was the first time Killian had let him pay for anything in the month or so they'd been dating. Although, to be honest, between Declan's work schedule and the night classes he was taking at the local community college, they'd only gone out on a few dates.
Nevertheless, Declan was frustrated with the way Killian never seemed to want to do anything more than neck like green adolescents. While he appreciated Killian's determination to prove he wasn't using Declan for sexual favors, he was also tired of going home to beat off after each date.
Considering the amount of sex he had on a regular basis, he should have been sick of it. Thankfully, he found the prospect of being with Killian completely different than work. The act was the same, but the purpose behind it was not. With Killian, he yearned for more than the orgasm at the end of the rainbow. For once, he actually wanted the intimacy and closeness that came from making love to someone. Granted, he ached to strip Killian bare and lick every inch of his naked skin, but the rest held true as well.
He supposed he was going to have to make the first move if anything was ever going to happen between them. Tonight was as good a night as any. His nerves would have gotten the best of him, if not for the simple fact that he knew Killian wanted him. It was kind of hard to miss an erection beneath the dress slacks and pressed khakis Killian favored.
Each good-bye kiss was flavored with a hint of desperation, the tang of male pheromones clouding the air upon every parting. If the sexual tension grew any stronger, Declan planned to start wearing a condom to dinner in case of spontaneous orgasm. Squishy pants were not his idea of a good time.
All too soon, he pulled up outside Killian's house. Tension mounted, filling the interior of the car. Declan didn't know whether to use the blunt approach and ask to spend the night, or take the more subtle route and suggest a nightcap of some kind. Did people even use the term "nightcap" in conversation, or did that only happen in porn?
"Well, here we are," Declan muttered, stalling for time to figure out which approach was more likely to get him laid without making him sound like a moron.
"So it seems." Killian unbuckled his seat belt and turned sideways. "I had fun tonight."
"Me too." So much so, he wasn't ready for it to end.
"Would you, um, like to come in?"
Hell, yes! Declan schooled his features into a placid smile. "Okay."
"Great." Killian grinned bright enough to light up the interior of the car.
A virtual cornucopia of X-rated images and hopeful plans for the rest of the night rushed through Declan's mind as he exited the car and followed Killian inside the small brick house.
Declan entered the house first and curiously glanced around. The space was large and clean, if sparsely furnished. Light from a single lamp illuminated bits of the living room. A plush blue sofa sat
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