Chapter Seventeen #2
Eric was a bad person. Kyle just wanted him to relax and have fun, and instead Eric was standing alone, half hard, and staring daggers at a kid with blue hair.
As if he were Eric’s competition or something.
When Eric had explicitly told Kyle that he wanted to end the benefits part of their friendship.
This was ridiculous. Eric should have been in bed hours ago. He was sure Kyle wouldn’t mind if he slipped out. He knew Scott would be leaving soon; there was no way he was going to stay out all night when they had a practice the next morning.
All he needed to do was leave. Just tear his gaze away from Kyle’s beautiful body moving against the other man’s and leave.
Even though his instincts were, terrifyingly, to march onto the dance floor and yank Kyle away from Little Boy Blue.
Pull Kyle’s body against his own and let Kyle feel his arousal.
Kiss him the way he’d been dying to for days.
Jesus. Eric was obviously way too horny to be thinking clearly.
He inhaled deeply, commanding his libido to heel.
This friendship with Kyle had become a bright light in Eric’s life; something to offset the upheaval of his divorce and the anxiety he felt about his impending retirement.
Kyle made Eric feel like his life wasn’t over, that he was simply about to turn a page.
For the first time in over a year, he was excited about the future.
He wouldn’t ruin that.
He left as quickly as possible, barely remembering his coat.
The frigid air outside would have reminded him quickly.
He made it halfway down the block, not even sure where he was walking or why he hadn’t looked for a cab, when he heard his name.
He turned to find Kyle running toward him with his jacket clutched in his hand. “Eric! Wait!”
Kyle caught up to him, his cheeks flushed and his breath huffing out in white clouds. Eric took his jacket from his hands and held it open for him to put his arms in the sleeves. It was way too cold to be outside in a T-shirt.
“Didn’t you have a scarf?” Eric asked, heart hammering against his ribs. Kyle had come after him.
“What? Oh yeah. I did. I guess it’s gone now.”
Eric took his own scarf off and looped it around Kyle’s neck. He flipped the collar up on his coat, which was much warmer than Kyle’s corduroy jacket. “Why’d you follow me out?”
“Why did you leave?”
“I’m tired. And you seemed...busy.”
“I thought you were going to dance.” Kyle’s bottom lip jutted out petulantly. Eric wanted to capture it between his teeth.
“You should go back in,” Eric said, arranging his scarf so it covered more of Kyle’s exposed neck and chin. “You’re young and I’m...” He sighed. “Not. You should be having fun with that guy with the blue hair. Not worrying about me.”
“I’m not worried about you. I just...” Kyle’s mouth pinched, like he didn’t want to finish his sentence. “I wanted to dance with you. Or at least watch you dance with someone else.”
“I’m not a good dancer.”
“As if I’m going to believe that! I saw you do full splits like three times during that game the other night. We need to get you on a runway. You could be death dropping all over the place.”
Eric smiled fondly at him. He liked how Kyle looked, all bundled into Eric’s scarf. “I have no idea what that means.”
“So much to learn,” Kyle sighed.
“I know.”
God, he was beautiful. His pale blue eyes sparkled as he worried his red, kiss-swollen bottom lip with his teeth. Eric hated that those plump lips were the result of someone else’s efforts, but not enough to keep himself from wanting to kiss him. To erase all traces of that other man.
Without even realizing what he was doing, Eric bunched the ends of the scarf in his fist and tugged Kyle to him, walking backward until Eric was against a wall.
He watched Kyle’s face for one moment, searching for any signs of resistance.
All he saw was Kyle’s gaze drifting to Eric’s mouth, and the tip of his tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip.
Their mouths crashed together. Eric probably should have been embarrassed about his lack of control, but he didn’t care. He was frantic, needing to claim Kyle after almost losing him to some pretender with blue hair.
Not that Kyle belonged to him. At all. But right now, with Kyle matching his urgency as they kissed, Eric could pretend.
Kyle pressed him hard against the brick building, wedging a thigh between Eric’s legs and letting him feel his arousal.
Eric inhaled sharply and moved his hips to gain some friction against his own erection.
Kyle moaned into his mouth, then broke the kiss and said, “Is that from watching me make out with another guy?”
Eric didn’t want to answer that. “Come home with me.”
Kyle grinned, then kissed him again. “My place is closer.”
“Your place has a roommate.”
“We both bring people home all the time. We’re used to it.”
Eric shook his head, frustrated by the time they were wasting. “I won’t be able to relax if I think someone is listening. My place.”
“Fine.”
Kyle stepped back, and Eric took his phone out so he could call his car service. When he ended the call, he noticed Kyle hugging himself, clearly freezing.
“You need a parka,” Eric said.
“I have one, I just didn’t wear it because I’m an idiot,” Kyle said.
Eric wrapped his arms around Kyle’s shivering body. Kyle relaxed against him, and Eric closed his eyes. This was nice. They stood like that for a few minutes, not speaking. Kyle turned his head and nuzzled the side of Eric’s neck, which made Eric’s breath hitch.
“You’re warm,” Kyle murmured.
“Glad to be useful.” He wanted to offer to hold Kyle all night. He loved the idea of having Kyle snuggled against him while he slept.
“It might have been fun,” Kyle said, tilting his head up to grin mischievously at him. “If we’d gone to my place. Seeing if you could stay quiet. We could have made a game of it.”
“I don’t want to be quiet.” Eric was shocked by how gruff his voice was. Kyle must have been surprised too, because his eyes went wide.
“Fuck. Where’s that car?”
Eric huffed and kissed him again. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted this, how shamelessly he was behaving. Had he ever been so overcome with lust? He might go down on Kyle in the car.
A black SUV stopped on the street in front of them, and Eric reluctantly released Kyle.
“Oh,” Kyle said faintly. He stepped back and turned toward the car. Eric followed him, dizzy with desire.
He kept the middle seat between them. He didn’t trust himself to behave without the barrier. The partition was up between the back seat and the driver, but Eric wasn’t quite ready to become the kind of guy who had sex in the back of a taxi.
A soft moan from Kyle’s side of the car drew Eric’s attention. Kyle was sitting with his legs spread wide, turned slightly toward Eric, and was unabashedly massaging his cock through his jeans.
Eric watched him silently, hoping his eyes showed his approval.
He idly thumbed his bottom lip as he took in the show.
When had this become his life? He’d gone from very rare, extremely basic sex with his wife to no sex at all to.
..this. Being in the company of a gorgeous young man who was so hot for him that he couldn’t even wait until they were home to touch himself.
“Save it,” Eric heard himself whisper. “Wait until I can touch you properly.”
Kyle bit his lip, then said, “You can touch me right now.”
Eric shook his head. “Be patient. I’ll give you whatever you want when we get home.”
Kyle gave himself one more squeeze, then stretched his arm across the top of the backseat. His fingertips brushed the side of Eric’s neck. “Anything?”
Eric’s gaze was steady. “Yes.”
He took Kyle’s hand and kissed his palm. He flicked his tongue against the sensitive skin there, making Kyle suck in a breath. “I have a long wish list.”
“Mm.” Eric decided to be bold, and sucked Kyle’s index finger into his mouth.
He swirled his tongue around it, then sucked hard while Kyle made soft, whimpering noises.
Eric’s own cock was painfully hard, but he resisted touching it.
As Kyle had taught him the last time they’d been together, sometimes it was better to wait.
Mercifully, the car reached their destination a minute later. Eric gave Kyle’s hand a parting kiss, then exited the car. As soon as they were in the house, Eric threw his coat off, then pinned Kyle against a wall.
“Hi,” Kyle said with a wicked grin.
“Hi.” Eric dropped to his knees. He practically ripped Kyle’s fly open, desperate to get his mouth on his cock.
“Whoa. Shit,” Kyle said hoarsely.
“Can’t wait.” Eric yanked Kyle’s jeans and underwear down to his knees.
“Fuck, I love how fired up you are. Did I make you mad, kissing that boy?”
“Let’s stop talking about him,” Eric growled before filling his mouth with Kyle’s cock.
“I did, didn’t I?” Kyle said, though his voice hitched in the middle. “You were jealous.”
Eric answered by bobbing his head, sucking him hard and fast. Yeah, he was fucking jealous. He didn’t like the idea of Kyle being with other men and he didn’t want to examine that too closely. He just wanted to make Kyle scream.
“That’s so fucking good. Holy fuck.” Kyle gripped Eric’s shoulder, and Eric could tell he was fighting to keep still. “Love your mouth, Eric.”
Eric grunted, loving the sound of his name in Kyle’s sex-ravaged voice. He wanted Kyle to say it when he came.
There was still a distant voice in Eric’s head that was reminding him that this was a terrible idea. This was exactly what he’d promised himself he wouldn’t do. But that part of his brain was being drowned out by Kyle’s moans and whispered curses. He needed this.
“I wish you’d danced with me,” Kyle panted. “You would have looked so fucking sexy.”