Charlie moaned deep in his throat, and the sound shot right to Jeremy’s dick, hardening him in an instant. Jeremy wasn’t alone. The way they were pressed together made it crystal fucking clear that Charlie wanted this every bit as bad. When Charlie’s hands settled on Jeremy’s hips, then slowly, tentatively, so damn maddeningly stroked at his sides, his back, and then his ass, Jeremy groaned and finally had to break the kiss or risk having this be over before it’d really begun.
“Jesus, Charlie. I’ve been dying to do that for so long,” Jeremy said, cupping the side of Charlie’s face in his hand. Stubble tickled Jeremy’s palm, and that roughness, that hardness, was one of the things he most loved about being with a man.
“You have?” Charlie rasped, his good hand fisting in Jer’s shirt.
“Hell, yeah. I just wasn’t sure where you were until this morning.” Jeremy captured Charlie’s bottom lip between his and sucked and tugged until Charlie’s hips thrust against his. The motion rubbed their cocks together through their jeans, and the friction was both breath stealing and not nearly enough.
Jeremy nibbled and kissed at Charlie’s jaw, his throat, the sensitive spot behind his ear. Charlie’s hand grasped Jeremy’s head, holding him and encouraging him not to stop.
“Aw, God,” Charlie moaned. “Jeremy.”
Damn, if Jeremy didn’t love the sound of his name on Charlie’s lips. He ran his tongue down the side of Charlie’s throat until he reached the tendon that stretched to his shoulder.
“Can we . . . uh . . .”
Jeremy withdrew so he could look into Charlie’s eyes. “What?”
Charlie’s gaze darted toward the open door. He didn’t even have to voice the words, because discomfort rolled off of him.
“Damn, I’m sorry. Wasn’t thinking,” Jeremy said as he pushed the door closed. “At least, not about that.” He winked.
Heat rushed into Charlie’s cheeks. “It’s okay. It’s just that . . .” He shrugged. “I . . .”
Wanting to put him at ease, Jeremy cupped his hand around Charlie’s neck. “No need to explain, Charlie. I have no interest in sharing my first kiss with you with anyone else, either.”
Charlie smiled, and it was such a rare thing to see. It totally lit Jeremy up inside.
“Are you okay with this? And are you feeling okay? Marz said your hand was hurting,” Jeremy said, not wanting to take Charlie anywhere he wasn’t ready to go, especially if he wasn’t feeling good.
“I’m okay” Charlie said, dropping his gaze. “I don’t want this to be over. I’m sorry I worried about the do—-”
Jeremy kissed Charlie again, cutting off the words and hopefully allaying his concerns at the same time. Because Jeremy wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. He pushed Charlie back one step, then another, until his back hit the wall. The most delicious moan spilled out of Charlie’s mouth. Jeremy could’ve lived on those fucking noises if he had to.
The kiss went on and on. They nibbled, sucked, penetrated, and retreated until they were both breathless, hot, and so damn hard it nearly hurt. Their hands grasped and stroked and explored and their hips ground together as they pressed and thrust. The sounds of panting and breathy moans and shifting denim filled the room.
“What do you want, Charlie?” Jeremy whispered around the edge of their kiss.
“I . . . I’m not sure,” he said, his blue eyes pleading. “Just . . . more.”
Jeremy pressed his lips to Charlie’s ear. “Can I touch you?”
Charlie nodded. “Yes.”
“Anywhere?” Jeremy asked.
A shiver passed over Charlie’s body. And damn if that wasn’t sexy as hell. “Please,” he whispered.
Slowly, Jeremy ran his hands down Charlie’s chest, then his sides, until he could finally do what he’d yearned to do this morning—-burrow under the T--shirt and touch him skin to skin.
Charlie sucked in a breath at the contact, and the sound both aroused and cautioned Jeremy not to go too fast. He had no idea what kind of experience Charlie might have under his belt, but nothing about him read as a casual sex kinda guy. Unlike Jeremy, for whom sex was unquestionably his favorite form of exercise. No better reason to get hot and sweaty.
He dragged his fingertips up Charlie’s stomach to his chest, loving the feeling of his muscles jumping and twitching, until he exposed his nipples. Light blond hair thinly covered the center of the man’s chest, and Jeremy licked his lips as a yearning to taste flooded through him.
“Take it off,” Jeremy said. They worked the shirt off together.
“Yours, too,” Charlie said, his words shaky and quiet. Like he was nervous. Or unsure.
Jeremy ditched his shirt in an instant, and his skin heated at how Charlie’s gaze appeared to drink in all of the art covering Jer’s body. “Look at me,” Jeremy said. Blue eyes cut up to his. “How can I put you at ease? Because you don’t ever have to be uncomfortable with me. You have something to say? I will listen. You want something? Ask. You need something? I will gladly give it. Every damn time.”
“Okay,” Charlie said, his tongue flicking over his bottom lip. “Then don’t stop.”