“Have you seen you?” Forest teased, and Connor groaned in mock anguish. “Shut up. And yeah, like since the first time you walked into the Amp. Maybe even before then.”
“Not here,” Connor muttered. “Not on a damned couch. I want to take you to bed. I want to stretch you out and take my time. If I’m going to do this, I want all of you. Not some fumbling around like we’re waiting for my parents to get home—”
“You were doing pretty good until the parents thing there,” Forest grumbled, but he let himself get pulled up off the sofa. “Good thing you’re sexy, or I’d walk right out. If I had someplace to walk out to.”
“Anyone tell you that you talk too much sometimes? Normally can’t get a damned peep out of you, and now—”
“Now I’m nervous,” Forest replied softly. “’Cause this is your first time with a guy, and what if I fuck it up?”
“What if I fuck it up?” Connor turned around, walking down the hall backward and pulling Forest behind him.
They both stumbled on the runner Con bought to keep the dust out of the one downstairs bedroom he’d refinished. He’d told himself he didn’t need to get the master suite done. There’d been no plan on getting someone in bed—not anyone he’d wanted to impress—and now he regretted spending all his damned time on restoring the dining room.
Who the fuck really needed the dining room? he thought. He should have spent those hours on turning one of the upstairs bedroom suites into someplace Forest could enjoy.
On second thought, the guy probably would have preferred if the small carriage house on the side lawn was soundproofed and had power so he could hook equipment up—and Connor stopped his mind from wandering into a very dangerous space.
For right now, Connor was intent on stripping Forest bare and finding out exactly what the man looked like under all his clothes.
They made it as far as the bedroom door before Con tore the shirt from Forest’s body. The other man gleamed ivory, with a faint brush of gold under his skin. His nipples were pink, a bright blush of color on his pale chest, but the surprise was the man’s sculpted, lean body and the seemingly endless curves of muscles and flat planes Connor’s mouth itched to taste.
“God, you are so beautiful,” Connor whispered as he gathered Forest up in his arms. “Shit, I just thought—we can’t—your head—”
“Swear to God, if you don’t fuck me tonight, I’m going to break. My head’s fine. You’re going to kill me here.” Forest slid a hand down Connor’s front and grabbed at his cock, squeezing lightly. “See this? I want this. My head is fine.”
Fisting his hands into Forest’s gold-streaked hair, Connor pulled the man’s head back, a gentle-rough tug to expose his throat. He bit, sinking his teeth into Forest’s long neck, pulling at the mouthful until the other man squirmed against him.
“Jesus—Con, thank God….” Forest groaned, a hoarse erotic clench in his voice. “Fucking hell—”
“Get on the bed,” Connor ordered, letting go of Forest’s hair, then lightly pushing Forest to the enormous bed dominating the small room. “Because damn, if you’re sure, then I can tell you I’m ready. I’ve been ready for a damned long time.”
There wasn’t much space to move about, and at the time he’d chosen the bedroom to sleep in, Con’d not given much thought to it. The downstairs bedroom was supposed to be temporary, but he could have used more floor to kneel on. There were things he wanted to do—hold onto Forest’s hips and suck him down, tasting the man’s cock for the first time.
Hell, just tasting any cock for the first time—but mostly because it was Forest’s.
Con stood, staring down at the wide-eyed, sprawled-out blond—half-naked, fully aroused.
Forest wasn’t much of a make-the-bed-after-waking-up kind of guy. The bed’s faded blue-striped sheets were more for comfort than for looks, and they provided a crumpled frame for his sculpted torso. A thick quilt was somewhere, probably on the floor. From what Connor discovered during his nights of checking on Forest’s slumber, the man roamed as he slept, leaving Con to wonder how he’d managed to get any rest on his futon.
Not like Forest was going to get any rest that night either.
Connor debated seduction, or rather how to seduce the obviously aroused man. Forest’s cock jutted up against his sweats, tenting the cotton in a straining line. The man’s stomach jumped in and out, partially from nerves but mostly from his staggered breathing. A downy line of light brown hair trailed down from Forest’s belly button, a shallow dip tucked between the ridges of his hard, muscled stomach.
He would start there, Connor decided. Or maybe Forest’s throat, where a dark purple bruise was already blooming down the cords of his neck. No, he focused on the man’s pink-flushed mouth—that was where he’d begin his exploration and then work his way around until Forest begged him for release.