Page 22 of Checking Out the Librarian

They were close to the bed, and he clutched Connor’s shoulders, because he did not want to be dropped, not even onto what online reviews claimed was an excellent mattress. Connor bent and set Jonathan’s head on the pillow like he was a cursed princess, but then ruined the effect by bouncing into the space next to him and hip-checking Jonathan until he wiggled sideways to create more room.

“This bed is so fucking comfortable.” Connor spread his arms wide and gathered Jonathan into his side like a toy. “Why were we in the entry instead of here?”

“Someone had a door man fantasy?” Finding words again set Jonathan more at ease, enough so that he settled his hand on Connor’s stomach. He didn’t have a choice, given how Connor had pulled him into his side; he could leave his hand awkwardly hovering in the air or set it on Connor’s body, those were the only two options.

He knew, in his gray-matter brain, that Connor had stretched himself out on the bed and that’s why his abs and stomach were picturesquely taut and leading to interesting places, and if he was slouching in a chair, he wouldn’t look quite as much like a classical statue, albeit with a bigger cock. However, right here at this moment Connor was extremely touchable.

Extremely fuckable.

And, based upon his earlier sex-drunk exclamations, it seemed this big man would be very happy to have Jonathan do that as soon as they recovered.

Connor slipped his free arm behind his head, deliberately popping his chest muscles and displaying his underarm definition for petting, if Jonathan had to guess. “Do I have glitter on me?”

“Hard to tell.” He dusted his fingers through the thatch around Connor’s navel. They should have skipped dessert and come here earlier, because the night wasn’t going to be long enough for all the ways he wanted to enjoy Connor.

“You’ll have to keep trying, then.”

Jonathan glanced at Connor’s face. “What else are you up for?”

“Blow jobs?”

The famous Ribby probably made eyes like that when he wanted a snack. “I love blow jobs, but I don’t particularly like to put my mouth on a stranger’s cock, and I hate the taste of latex.”

“Fair.”

Jonathan was not an expert, but he assumed those were sad puppy eyes.

“Just so you know, I don’t have that same boundary. And I also brought my favorite vanilla condoms. For me, I mean. I respect your choices, the condoms would be for your cock but my mouth, that’s what I mean.”

“I believe I understood.” Getting without reciprocation had also not been Jonathan’s usual experience.

“What else?”

He looked at his own thigh nestled next to Connor’s. They were both men; neither leg looked feminine, but Connor’s was covered with that thick blond hair and Jonathan had so little leg hair that whether he removed it or not barely mattered. Connor’s calves were tanned, but the natural skin tone of the top of his thighs was a glowing peachy cream that broadcast almost cartoon-like whiteness. Jonathan didn’t like tan lines, certainly not close to his knees, and generally wore long pants or short shorts to prevent them.

“You used the word versatile at dinner.”

“Did I?”

“And you definitely mentioned something else you wanted while we were at the door.”

“What was that? You’re going to have to repeat it.”

Jonathan lifted himself on one elbow to glare down at Connor. “I’m absolutely interested in your ass.”

“Already?” He grinned.

He couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling. “No, not already.”

“Well, why not?”

“Are you a…” Jonathan almost said toddler, because the series of questions reminded him of story time attendees, but ick, no. Rephrase. “Why? Are you in a hurry?”

“For your cock to take charge of my ass? Heck, yes.”

“Ugh.” He threw himself back on the pillow. It had been a complete pillow minutes ago, but now it had shrunk to only three-quarters of a pillow, because Connor had spread into his space. He rolled slightly, but the room’s air conditioning unit blew directly on his shoulders and spine.

“Please move, I would like a blanket.”