Baz produced his keys out of his jacket pocket.“What would you have done if I had come home with someone else?”
Sami squawked a laugh.“Yeah, right.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?A week ago, you called me a player, and now I don’t have game?”Clearly, Sami still wanted a piece of him, so this was an insult against him too—
“Hey, you’re the one who told me to not believe everything I hear.But if that, I’m sure very frequent, event had occurred, I would have simply joined whatever you two got up to.”
Simply.
Everything in Sami’s world seemed awfully simple if he thought he could insert himself into Baz’s life whenever he pleased.
“You really think you can show up here and I’ll drop everything for you?”He turned the keys.Sami grabbed the handle.
“Can’t I?”He opened the door and squeezed inside before Baz.Rude.
Again, Sami kicked off his shoes with no hesitation and tossed his jacket at the hooks behind the door—and missed.Yet kept walking.No manners, this guy.
Baz collected it off the floor to put it up properly and sorted his shoes into place, neatly next to each other.
Sami looked around the unchanged space, humming, no doubt finding something new to judge.“Hey, Baz?”
“What now?”
“It’s my turn.”
Sami pounced.
Baz’s back slammed into the hard wood of the door.A teasing pain tightened his scalp where Sami fisted into his hair before he claimed his lips in a rough kiss.
Baz gasped for air under the demanding touch.The blood fled from his brain, rushed south.All he could do was grab Sami’s waist, his hips, his ass, pull his stunning body as close as physically possible.
Sami bit his lower lip, trapped it for a moment as he pulled back with a grin.Baz was rock-hard in seconds.
“You want me?”Sami whispered, rolling his hips against Baz’s bulge.
Baz wanted to screamno, that he couldn’t care less—yet only a whimper escaped him as he chased Sami’s lips, the high they blessed him with.This was even better than what he’d remembered kissing Sami was like.
“Come on.”The words were barely more than a breath.Clammy fingers slid between Baz’s.Sami led him to his own fucking bedroom; Baz had no mental space left to complain or right this imbalance.It was Sami’s turn, after all.
He pushed Baz onto the bed like he owned the place, attacked him with demanding kisses while climbing into his lap and then he—slowed down?His lips sure did, growing explorative, thoughtful, as though Sami was cherishing the journey rather than racing to the finishing line.His grip loosened, though his hand remained on Baz’s cheek.His lips traced down Baz’s neck.His hot breath was tantalizing.The way his hand ran over Baz’s body could only be described as tender.
Who would have thought that underneath that audacious mouth, Sami had a caring, detail-oriented side?
There wasn’t an inch on Baz’s body left unteased by Sami’s skillful hands and mouth: the skin behind his ear, the back of his knees, his lower back.He found points Baz didn’t know he liked getting caressed, places that had him moaning up a storm.Every touch was deliberate, precise.Sami was the master sculptor and Baz his obliging piece of clay.
When Sami turned him to his side and the cold slick touched his entrance, Baz was too relaxed to even flinch.He was unable, no,unwillingto refuse Sami anything.He didn’t trust Sami, couldn’t, but in this moment, in this room, he’d follow his lead blindly, consequences be damned.
Bottoming had never been as enjoyable to him as being the one to set the pace—calling himself a vers in front of overeager tops was his contribution to the queer community—but with Sami, it didn’t feel like losing control.One whispered plea to go faster or deeper oryes, theremade Sami give him all he could ask for with breathtaking abundance until the tidal wave of pleasure crashed over him.
If this was what all of Sami’s turns were like… Baz was so,soscrewed.And worse, he’d enjoyed every second of it.
Sami’s arm hung heavily around his waist, his chest brushed against Baz’s back with every panted breath against the nape of his neck.Baz couldn’t resist peeking over his shoulder and was greeted by Sami’s closed eyes and wide, blissed-out smile.Gorgeous.If only Sami curled around him tighter…
Just when Baz worked up the courage to pull him closer himself, Sami’s arm disappeared.He made a sound that couldn’t make up its mind whether it was a sigh or a hum as he rolled away.Shame.
“I guess I better go tell Ian you’re an ass-guy in every way.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.The laugh poured out of Baz entirely against his will as he, too, flopped onto his back.What was it with Sami that he had to ruin every moment of peace with that mouth of his?
