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Hunter’s gaze was full of want but indecision hovered there, too. “I may not be sure until I get there.”
“Swear to me you’ll say stop if
things go to a place you don’t want to go.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Promise me.”
Hunter grabbed Devon’s belt and dragged him close. “I promise, man. Now shut up.”
Hunter kissed him then, hard and hot, and Devon lost all thoughts for a moment. It was just lips and scruff and hands grappling. Hunter may have never been with a guy before, but he definitely knew how to kiss. Devon’s hands slid down Hunter’s bared back and then sank lower. Hunter’s grip on Devon’s head tightened, the only sign that Hunter was bracing for what was coming, but he didn’t pull away.
Devon slipped his hands beneath Hunter’s jeans, his fingers running over the cotton of his boxer shorts, and then he squeezed Hunter’s ass in a hard grip. The muscles tensed in Devon’s hands, but Hunter groaned into Devon’s mouth—a groan that said Hunter was doing the opposite of freaking out.
Hunter’s tongue probed deeper, a frantic edge to the kiss, and Devon slid his hand lower, finding the place where Hunter had never been touched and rubbing the fabric of his boxers over it.
A shudder moved through Hunter, and he broke away from the kiss with a gasp, the back of his head tapping against the wall. “Fuck.”
Devon had gone hard the instant they’d stepped through the door, and now he couldn’t help but rub his cock against the hard outline of Hunter’s erection as he teased Hunter with firm fingers. “I’m going to make this so good for you.”
Hunter’s eyes squeezed shut, the muscles in his neck straining. “I have no idea how to do any of this. I don’t know how to make it good for you.”
Devon smiled and kissed Hunter’s collarbone. “I’ve got you. It’s not rocket science, I promise. You’re already making me feel good.”
Devon lowered his head and dragged his tongue over Hunter’s flat, brown nipple, then sucked, inspiring Hunter to let out a string of curses. Devon found the buckle on Hunter’s belt and worked on it while he teased Hunter’s other nipple.
Hunter helped things along by knocking Devon’s hand out of the way and undoing the jeans completely. Then to Devon’s surprise, Hunter reached out and unbuckled Devon’s pants as well.
Devon held his breath for a second, knowing that being touched by a guy was a different mental place than being the one doing the touching. But after only the briefest of hesitations, Hunter tucked his hand into Devon’s open fly and wrapped curious fingers around his erection.
The hot feel of Hunter’s palm on his bare skin made Devon groan aloud. “Jesus, fuck.”
Hunter stroked a hand over him, tentative at first and then with more confidence. Devon pressed his forehead to Hunter’s shoulder, rocking into the delicious friction.
“Damn,” Hunter said against the top of Devon’s head.
“What?”
“I was hoping you’d be smaller. No way is this gonna fit.”
Devon laughed and looked up. Hunter was smirking, but a hint of apprehension lingered there.
Devon put his hand over Hunter’s, slowing the stroke into a teasing, sensual glide as he met his eyes. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight. We’ve got lots of other things we can do. No need to go that far yet.”
Surprise flickered in Hunter’s gaze. Surprise, relief . . . and maybe a little disappointment.
Devon eased their hands from his pants. “Come on. There’s a big bed waiting, and you’ve still got too many clothes on.”
“So do you.”
Devon smiled. “Grab my bag and meet me in there.”
Devon started undressing as he headed toward the bedroom. The lamps were on in the room and the design was minimalist. All white linens and gray everything else. A platform bed stretched across the middle of the room, made with sheets that didn’t have a wrinkle in them—a smooth white canvas he couldn’t wait to destroy. He stripped down to his boxer briefs and sat on the end of the bed.
Hunter walked in a few seconds later and tossed the bag at Devon’s feet. His shirt was off and his jeans hung open and loose on his hips. His erection hadn’t flagged, and the view of all that honed flesh made Devon’s blood rush south. For a second, Devon wondered if this was all some erotic dream. This couldn’t be his best friend, half naked and hard and wanting him. Devon reached into the side pocket of his bag and pulled out what he needed, tossing the packet onto the bed. Hunter’s eyes followed the movement, but he didn’t ask questions.
“Take everything else off,” Devon said, the urge to take control an impossible one to fight. He always liked to be in charge in the bedroom, but with Hunter the desire beat even stronger. Something about Hunter’s strength and size made Devon want to break him down. His mind fast-forwarded to nights down the line—nights after they’d built trust, nights where Devon could show Hunter just how rough-and-tumble he liked to get in the bedroom. But he had to reel those thoughts in. He wasn’t stupid. Tonight was a onetime blip in the universe. Hunter wanted to experiment. This wasn’t the start of a relationship. Hell, Devon didn’t do relationships. And he especially didn’t do them with closeted guys.
