"Do whatever you want," Mitch said to him.
"Sure thing," Rico said. He nodded curtly, but when Mitch tried to go back upstairs, Rico grabbed his arm and swung him around.
For a second he only stared into Mitch's blue eyes. Frozen, scared, not sure what he was going to do, Rico lost himself in those eyes. Then he reached up and grabbed Mitch by the back of the head. Standing right up against him, Rico pressed their foreheads together and closed his eyes tight.
Mitch grunted and closed his fists around handfuls of Rico's t-shirt. Rico felt his knuckles against his spine. As their faces tilted of their own accord, their lips aligned and opened. Mouths pressed together, chests heaving, they were kissing hard, like they were going to war. Rico felt the fierce, angry kiss burn through him and make him quake inside.
It was too much. He couldn't take it. Pushing away from Mitch, he shuddered and resisted the need to throw himself into his arms again. He was furious with himself.
"What the hell?" Mitch breathed. He looked angry too.
"You said I could do whatever I wanted," Rico reminded him, but that wasn't his reason. He didn't know what the hell he was doing or why. Maybe he kissed Mitch to teach him some stupid lesson, or to make him react. Whatever his reason, he was now kicking himself hard for what he did.
Why didn't Mitch stop him or push him away if he didn't want him? Would he kiss anyone like that?
"I'm going to sleep," Rico lied and walked away.
There was no chance in hell he could get any sleep. Rico was still a wreck, still stuck on a man who would never feel the same way about him. Now on top of that, he was turned on and aching for him more than ever before.
It didn't have to be that way though. Mitch had all this power because he gave it to him. Rico could take it back just as easily. All he had to do was make up his mind to not give a damn.
That kiss still made Rico's lips tingle, but what they just did was nothing, just a dumb, spur of the moment thing. Something Rico would forget as soon as he started playing a game on his phone or watching something.
Rico walked into the sitting room, shut the door behind him, ready to prove that he could resist Mitch, that he didn't need him. But all he did was pace that little room and relive that kiss. The only thing he proved was that he couldn't keep his mind or hands off Mitch.
Running his fingers through his hair, taking another turn across the room, he thought he heard a knock. "Yeah?" he called out but then thought he hadn't really heard it after all. It was just wishful thinking.
Then he heard the door open and he turned. With a shock, he saw Mitch, his big body filling the doorway.
Closing the door behind him then locking it, Mitch didn't say a word. He only stood and stared at Rico while looking angry.
"What do you want?" Rico asked him, his voice sounding too loud in the quiet of the house and way calmer than he felt.
"I guess you thought we were done," Mitch said. His voice didn't sound calm at all. It shook and it was low and dangerous.
His brow deeply furrowed, fists clenched at his sides, Mitch took a step toward him looking ready for a fight. Shivers traveled Rico's body as he matched him, taking a step forward and glaring at him too. He wasn't going to back down even as he lusted for Mitch with a need so deep that it hurt.
Mitch was staring him down like he owned him while Rico stood perfectly still, trying to prove he didn't want him, not one bit. This time he wouldn't be making the first move.
Mitch wasn't making a move either and Rico was sure he was just going to tell him to leave him alone or maybe to get the hell out. As they stared and breathed, Rico felt the heat rising, the air between them getting thick.
Then it was like something inside Mitch shattered and his blue eyes melted. His lips formed Rico's name, but the sound of it could barely be heard. His resistance crumbling, Rico moaned low in his throat. Remembering how Mitch's mouth felt against him for that one brief moment at the foot of the stairs, Rico shivered with excitement at what might happen next.
In the next second, Mitch was on him, grabbing him by the shoulders and kissing him hard. All Rico could do was moan into that kiss and let his hands claw at his back. As he gave himself over to his deep kiss, Rico was helpless to this feeling. Was this anything more than anger and lust? He didn't know, but it felt so good.
Rico swayed like he couldn't stand on his own two feet and Mitch pulled back. No. Rico couldn't let him get away now. That man pissed him off and turned him on. Ready to tear all his clothes off, he lunged for Mitch, angry but needing him like he needed to breathe.
They kissed again, a straggle of lips and tongues and groping hands until Rico lost his balance. He steadied himself against Mitch, but then he decided they didn't need to stay upright.
He pulled Mitch down to the floor. With a rush of air as Mitch landed on top of him heavy and hard, Rico groaned. Now that Mitch was exactly where he wanted him, Rico started kissing him again.
Mitch's lips moved over from Rico's mouth to his throat then over to his ear. His body was tightly muscled, his breath hot as his lips brushed Rico's earlobe.
"Did you think I could be satisfied with just one taste of you?" Mitch said in that gravelly voice, and Rico knew he would do anything this man asked, give him anything he wanted.
Rico moaned and shivered with need.
"Enrico." He spoke softly so his voice wouldn't carry and his breath felt like it would burn Rico. "I want to fuck you," Mitch said.
