“Seriously,” Dylan moaned, “I thought you’d never put the moves on me.”
Stunned, Alec drew his head back to stare at Dylan.
“You’ve been waiting for me to?” Alec said.
“Hell, yeah.” Dylan frowned and leaned in, going for Alec’s lips. “Now, can we—”
Aleck blocked Dylan’s attempt to kiss him. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I thought…”
A flash of emotion came and went in Dylan’s eyes, something resembling a vulnerable look.
“I thought maybe you didn’t want me as much as I wanted you,” Dylan said.
Alec didn’t know whether to let out a hysterical laugh or a scream of frustration. He chose to press his lips to Dylan’s shoulder, cutting off both.
Dylan said, “Maybe—”
Need shivered through Alec, and he bit Dylan.
Voice hoarse, Dylan went on. “Maybe we should work on our communication skills.”
Holy Mother of God, yes.
Desperate, Alec increased the force of his thrusts. The sound of skin slicking against skin filled the air, and tools rattled as the steel shelves rocked slightly against the wall. A wrench, or a screwdriver—Alec wasn’t sure which—hit the floor with a thunk and rolled across the concrete.
Cheeks ruddy, lids at half-mast, Dylan looked sucked up in a sexual vortex. His forearms strained against their self-imposed confinement, knuckles white against the steel rack. His thighs trembled as he met Alec’s hips with thrusts of his own. Alec nipped along Dylan’s jaw before moving down to his throat.
Damn, he wanted to drag this moment out forever. Despite the crushing need to finish, he hoped to delay the inevitable. When would he get Dylan naked in his garage again? When would he have the chance to enjoy the sight of Dylan slick and filthy and covered in a day’s worth of grease?
Alec whimpered. With another hard thrust and no warning, he came, his cum shooting upward and coating Dylan’s skin. Alec fought the post-orgasmic stupor and opened his eyes. Dylan was biting his lip, his hips moving desperately against Alec.
Christ. He’d never tire of the dazed look on Dylan’s face and that beautiful body spread before him, streaked with the evidence of his orgasm. Large, white drops clung to Dylan’s pectoral muscle. Inspired by the sight, Alec leaned in and sucked a salty splotch into his mouth. Dylan moaned and twisted his fingers on the shelf rack, arching his back.
Lips slick with cum, Alec threaded his fingers through Dylan’s hair. This would either go well…or crash and burn.
“Kiss me,” Alec said.
Dylan stared at Alec’s mouth, hesitating for two beats. Alec was just about to tell him not to bother when Dylan leaned close and took a tentative taste. His tongue touched Alec’s bottom lip experimentally, and a hot jolt shot through Alec, frying his nervous system.
Ridiculous really, after all they’d done to date.
Another split second passed, their breath clashing as Dylan continued to grind his cock against Alec. And then Dylan rubbed his mouth against Alec’s, smearing the cum before sucking some from the lower lip. With a groan, he pressed Alec’s lips open and proceeded to lick Alec’s mouth clean.
The taste must have pushed Dylan over the edge, his moan of relief filling the garage as he pulled Alec’s torso against his own and came. Alec gripped Dylan’s hips, guiding the now jerky movements as hot, thick liquid pulsed between them. When Dylan’s body finally grew quiet, Alec kissed Dylan’s jaw for good measure.
“Goddamn,” Dylan said, lids closed and chest heaving. “You should take the initiative more often.”
When Alec didn’t respond, Dylan opened his eyes. Alec pressed their mouths together but kept his gaze on Dylan, enjoying the heavy-lidded, sated look while waiting for Dylan to recover. Or at least be present enough to hear what Alec had to say.
“From here on out”—Alec tightened his grip on Dylan—“every once in a while, I want to slow down and not be the rabbits strung out on Viagra, okay?”
“What can I say? I tend to chug my beer too.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that. In fact, I’m definitely a fan. But sometimes I like to sip my wine and savor the flavor. And…” Alec attempted to relay the importance of his words with his gaze, afraid to hear Dylan’s response. “And I get to touch you whenever I want. Even if it isn’t for sex.”
Dylan narrowed his lids, as if he couldn’t figure out why anyone would want to do such a thing. His green eyes grew serious as he pursed his lips in thought.
“Just not in public, okay?” Dylan grimaced. “I don’t care who you’re fucking, guys, girls, or friggin’ aliens, that shit should be kept private. Otherwise, I’m fine with the idea.”
Relieved, Alec nodded in agreement as he absently rubbed a smudge that had wound up on Dylan’s cheek. Dylan reached back and grabbed the can of grease from the shelf, handing the container to Alec.
Eyes lit with humor, Dylan said, “We need to find out if this stuff is safe to use for lube during a jack-off session.”