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  Not just a spark, it felt like a jolt of liquid plasma rocketed through him. Tristan lifted his other hand and threaded his fingers through Kyle’s hair, holding him in place as he deepened their kiss.

  Urgent, needy, Kyle pressed in, teasing his tongue along the seam of Tristan’s lips, seeking entrance. Now that the door was open, no way in hell would he let it swing shut on him.

  On this.

  On them.

  They turned to face each other, Kyle’s arms around Tris. Tris still held Kyle’s head in place, an eager energy passing between them, his other hand dropping to Kyle’s ass and grinding his hips against the man.

  One very hard cock rubbed against Kyle’s through his shorts and Tristan’s khakis.

  Thank you very much. His own cock had hardened, and he honestly didn’t care how he got off tonight, as long as it was with Tristan and not alone.

  Tristan finally broke the kiss. “Shower,” he hoarsely said. “Now.”

  Chapter Six

  Kyle followed Tristan to the master bedroom and into Tristan’s en suite bath. From the eager way Tris pulled him in for another kiss, Kyle’s doubts about the man’s feelings vanished.

  His hands roamed Tristan’s body over his clothes, eager to see what lay beneath them. Afternoon stubble felt scratchy against Kyle’s cheek. No hesitation at all in Tristan’s kiss, lips and teeth and tongue slanted over his mouth and Kyle wanted it all. All of him.

  Tristan didn’t completely break their kiss as he spoke against Kyle’s lips. “What are you comfortable doing right now?”

  “If I don’t bust a nut, I’m gonna explode,” Kyle growled against Tristan’s mouth. “You got more experience than I do in this area, but I want to learn.”

  Everything. Kyle wanted to learn everything, now that he’d finally ditched his fear and thrown himself into this.

  No way in hell would he back down, unless Tris changed his mind.

  Kyle was sick of being alone, and if his best friend also turned out to be the love of his life, Kyle would not complain.

  Not one damn bit, not for a single second.

  He wanted this man, and he wanted him now.

  Tristan unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt and peeled it off over his head, lobbing it at the hamper. His undershirt followed it as Kyle started working on Tristan’s belt and slacks. Then Tris shoved Kyle’s shorts and briefs down his hips, leaning in for another kiss while Kyle kicked them off and finally got Tristan’s slacks and briefs all the way down.

  Tris was built a little slimmer than Kyle, and light blond hair dusted his pecs and chest, leading to a trail that pointed straight to a gorgeous fucking cock around eight inches long. Kyle’s hands roamed Tristan’s body, tracing smooth planes of muscle, a tight ass, long legs he could imagine wrapped around his body.

  They both stood naked in the shower seconds later. As the water warmed, Tristan leaned in and pinned Kyle against the wall with another searing kiss.

  “Condoms?” Tristan asked.

  “Don’t need them if you don’t want or need them,” Kyle said.

  “Excellent. Because I’ve been dying to do this for a long damn time.” Tris dropped to his knees and sucked down Kyle’s cock, all the way to the root.

  Damn! Kyle gasped, one hand holding Tristan’s head and the other braced against the wall to help keep him vertical. Tristan circled his fingers around the base of Kyle’s cock and used his other hand to firmly cup Kyle’s ass, holding him in place.

  Nothing could compare to this blowjob. No one could compare. Damn sure not Marilyn, who, while Kyle had been patient with her, had not been a fan of giving oral.

  Although she damn sure hadn’t minded receiving it.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Kyle muttered. “Yeah, that’s sooo good.” Even the slight scrape of stubble against his own flesh added to the pleasure, amplified it.

  “Mmm hmm.”

  Kyle looked down and found Tristan’s brown gaze focused on him, the outer edges of his eyes crinkled in a smile.

  Definitely enjoying things on that end of it, apparently.

  Even though Kyle was receiving, he felt Tristan was totally in charge for this round. All Kyle could do was lean back against the wall and try not to pass out from the pleasure. An eager tongue stroked his cock, teased the slit, traced the ridge and the contour of every vein. Suction alternated between close to making him blow and gentle teasing, building him up and letting him simmer. Over and over again, lingering, savoring it.

  Yeeeeaaaahhh…

  Now he felt like an idiot for not screwing up his courage sooner. They could have been enjoying each other all this time.

  He couldn’t wait for his chance to reciprocate.

  Kyle slowly rocked his hips with Tristan’s movements. Tristan brought him closer to the edge every time, until, finally, Kyle couldn’t hold back any longer. That sweet, deep ache in his balls blossomed into pleasure. When Tristan tasted him coming, he deep-throated Kyle, swallowing, sucking every drop of cum down his throat and staying with him.

  * * * *

  Fuckin’ yeeeaaahhh.

  In all his fantasies about Kyle, this had been one of the top ones. How, if Kyle ever said yes, he’d want to blow him for the first time, suck on what he’d always known had to be a generous cock. He’d been right about that. Not quite as long as his own, but a little thicker. He could already imagine how good it’d feel buried in his ass.

  As Kyle’s cock went soft in his mouth, Tristan coaxed every last salty, tangy drop of cum out of him before finally relinquishing him and sitting back on his heels.

  This wasn’t a Top or bottom thing, either. This was two men who’d finally had a breakthrough, two lonely guys taking a chance.

  Two friends who wanted to be more.

  Way more.

  Kyle’s eyes had fallen closed, but the look on the man’s face as he’d climaxed had nearly set Tristan off. The way his lips parted, the needy moans rolling from him.

  Tris stood and pressed for another kiss from him, bracing his hands on the wall on either side of Kyle’s head, caging him with his body.

  Kyle’s grey-blue eyes finally fluttered open and Tristan offered him what he hoped was a sexy grin.

  “Better?”

  Kyle didn’t answer at first, finally grabbing Tristan around the waist and kissing him again, rubbing his body against him. Including grinding his hips against Tristan’s cock.

  “Fuck,” Kyle hoarsely said. “That was amazing.”

  Tristan grinned. “Not bad for date one, huh?”

  Kyle smiled. “That wasn’t bad for any date.”

  “I’ve been told I have exceptional oral skills.”

  “Yeah, you ain’t kidding. Want me to go down on you?”

  “If you want to.” He hoped it came out nonchalant, even though he was praying for oral. “Blowjob, handjob, I’m not picky.”

  “Fuck my ass?”

  Tristan nipped his lower lip to hold back his needy groan. “Let’s save that for our second date. Or later tonight in bed. I want to take my damn time with you for that. Make it last.”

  “I want to blow you.”

  Tristan dropped his arms and stepped back. “Then by all means, my good man, don’t let me stop you.” They switched places so Tristan could lean against the wall.

  Kyle dropped to his knees. It took every ounce of willpower Tristan had not to grab his head and start fucking his mouth.

  Date three.

  The relationship stuff they could shake out later. This would be new for Tris, and for Kyle both, not being the dominant partner in the duo. They both were, meaning they could keep things fluid.

  Maybe they’d eventually find a willing woman to be a third between them and under them both.

  That would be perfection.

  Kyle stroked his hands up Tristan’s legs, coming to rest on his hips. He leaned in and slowly teased the tip of Tristan’s cock with his tongue, making Tris suck in a sharp hiss of air.

  “Yeah, t
hat’s what I need, man,” Tristan said. “Not too ashamed to admit I fucked my hand last night and pretended it was your mouth.”

  Kyle smiled up at him, lips parting wide as he took just the tip of Tristan’s cock into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the head.

  “Ohhh…fuck yeah. You sure you haven’t done this before?”

  “Nope. You’re the first.” Kyle mouthed the underside of Tristan’s cock, his tongue firmly sliding from the head to the root and back again.

  Tristan moaned. “Coulda fooled me, dude.”

  “I’m a fast learner.” He slowly engulfed Tristan’s cock, and another needy moan escaped Tristan as the sweet, hot heat of Kyle’s mouth worked his meat.

  Yeeeahhh…

  This was sooo much better than any of his fantasies. He’d had plenty of time to envision any number of fantasy scenarios, from having to teach him how to pleasure another man, all the way up to Kyle shoving him back onto the bed and having his way with him.

  “I won’t even hold it against you if you don’t want to swallow, dude,” Tristan gasped. “Feel free to jerk me off to finish me.” Because he was close.

  Damned close.

  He managed to peel his eyes open and watch Kyle. That killer grey-blue gaze pinned him in place, as if boring through his soul.

  But Kyle didn’t pull off. If anything, he started moving a little faster, sucking a little harder, maybe not the best blowjob Tris had ever received in terms of technical skill, but definitely the one he was enjoying the most out of any he’d ever had before.

  Because of who had his cock down his throat and was giving it to him.

  I cannot wait for him to fuck me.

  He might be a Dominant, but Tristan enjoyed receiving a good, hard fucking. At this point, he didn’t even care if Kyle never wanted to catch like that. If this was the most he got out of Kyle—smoking hot blowjobs—he’d be a happy fucking camper.

  Tristan held Kyle’s head and he couldn’t keep his fingers from digging into the man’s scalp a little as his climax hit. “Ohh, fuck yeah!” His balls drew up tight before shooting his load right into Kyle’s waiting mouth.

  When Kyle released him, Tristan sank to his knees in front of him and deeply kissed him, letting him take control of the kiss. He felt too sex-drunk to even think about resisting.

  Not that he wanted to resist anyway.

  “How was that?” From Kyle’s playful smile, Tristan suspected the man already knew Tristan’s answer to that.

  “Mind-blowing.”

  “Don’t be afraid to give me constructive criticism.”

  “Dude, right now, all I want to do is finish our shower and spend the rest of the night fucking each other’s brains out.” He reached down and cupped Kyle’s cock and balls in his hand. Said cock was already semi-chub, that soon.

  Not bad for a couple of forty-somethings.

  He was forty—Kyle was forty-one.

  From what Tristan was currently feeling, he suspected there’d be some really hot repeat sex to soon be had.

  “Damn, I forgot to put the ziti in the oven before we climbed in here.”

  Tristan kissed him again to shut him up. He wanted to savor this, be able to mentally replay it whenever he didn’t have Kyle within fuckable range.

  Which wouldn’t be anytime soon, barring their jobs.

  It was only the water finally starting to get cold that got them moving and out of the shower. They were both almost completely hard again due to the sexy, naked shower necking.

  New favorite thing.

  “You are sleeping with me tonight, right?” Tristan asked as they dried off.

  Kyle wore that sexy smirk that always turned Tristan’s crank. “I take it that’s more than a request?”

  “Damn right it’s more than a request.”

  “There might be a midnight molestation in your future if I do.”

  “I damn sure hope so!”

  Chapter Seven

  After Kyle dried off, he didn’t bother pulling his shorts back on. He suspected Tris might want to rip them off him again after dinner anyway.

  Maybe even before dinner.

  He was totally fine with that, either way.

  He headed out to the kitchen and turned on the oven, slid the baking dish inside, and set the timer on his phone, adding an extra five minutes because he didn’t preheat the oven.

  Tris followed him, also naked, and embraced him from behind. Kyle nearly moaned at the feel of warm flesh pressed against his back, head to toe.

  No longer alone.

  Hell, would he sound stupid if he admitted that? Sex was great, yeah, but even better was the ability to cuddle and hold each other, no longer feeling alone.

  Kyle smirked as he turned to face Tris and leaned back against the counter. “So you fucked your hand last night and pretended it was me, hmm? Was it angry fucking?”

  Tristan trapped him against the counter with his arms. “You damn well know it was.” He nibbled the side of Kyle’s neck, the playful scrape of teeth making Kyle shiver. “Here I thought I’d have you all to myself for the night, and you had to go rescue her.”

  “Sorry.”

  “No.” Tristan straightened. “I don’t need or want an apology out of you for that. You’re a good guy, and she had Dillon with her.” He scowled. “She did have Dillon with her, right?”

  “Yes, she did.”

  “Yeah, well, I don’t mind the kid.”

  “I have a question for you.”

  “Yeah?”

  Kyle’s hands settled on Tristan’s hips. Kyle didn’t miss that both of them were now semi-hard again. He forced himself to look Tris in the eye and not grind against him. “Do we have to have another roommate?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Can your budget afford it if it’s just the two of us? Because mine can.”

  “You mean it?”

  “Yeah. I mean, if we eventually met a girl we’re both interested in, who was interested in both of us, maybe we could revisit that position. I don’t mind if either of us are playing with or tying women, or even guys. But if we’re ever going to open ourselves to a third, it needs to be mutual for both of us with her.”

  Tristan took a long time to answer. “We might need a third to use up some toppy energy on from time to time. Or at the very least co-top someone.”

  “That’s why I’m okay with us playing with other people. I mean, obviously, if the other really doesn’t like the bottom, we get veto rights on play partners. But why would I want to go anywhere else when I have the perfect man for me right here?”

  Tristan’s gaze searched his for a long moment. “Just want to make sure I’m hearing you right. You want us to live-live together, and not just be roommates?”

  “Yeah. Let’s…try it. You’re my best friend. As long as we don’t fuck that up in the process…I want to try it. I know I’m going to hate myself if we don’t try to make this work. Especially now. I mean, if you want to.”

  The smile that split Tristan’s face stirred something deep inside Kyle.

  And he didn’t mean his cock, although Tristan’s smile was making that even harder than he’d already been.

  “Hell, yeah, I want to. No dating unless it’s a woman we both like who can handle both of us.”

  “Agreed.” Kyle couldn’t pull his gaze from Tristan’s. “Sounds like we got ourselves a committed relationship.”

  “Sounds like it.”

  * * * *

  Tristan suspected Kyle wouldn’t hold it against him if he jumped for joy with an added fist pump.

  Somehow, he managed to hold in the urge.

  Finally, finally, something was going right for him.

  Took me damn long enough.

  In a perfect world, sure, he would have opened up to Kyle a lot sooner, told him how he felt, and let the chips fall where they may.

  Except losing his friendship with the man wasn’t an option.

  “Promise me something,” Tristan said.
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  Kyle nodded.

  “If at any time this isn’t working for you, tell me. I mean, tell me before we nuke our friendship.”

  “Ditto.”

  Another long moment of staring. Now he could stare into Kyle’s eyes all he wanted and not worry if his friend would think he was weird for doing so. He could cram his face against the crook of his neck and inhale, or rub his face in Kyle’s hair.

  All the things he’d longed to do and had to hold back because he’d been “just” his friend before.

  “You sure you’ve never sucked a cock before?” Tris teased. “Because, daaayamn, man.”

  Kyle’s smile would never quit making Tristan’s cock twitch. It hadn’t failed to get a rise in him during all their years of friendship, or after five years as roomies, and it wouldn’t fail to do so in the future.

  “You liked that, huh?”

  “Damn right, I did. I can imagine how you’ll roll my eyes back in my head after you’ve had some experience. Hope I rocked your world.”

  “No complaints from me on your technique.”

  “I can’t help thinking about all the things I am looking forward to teaching you.” Tristan seductively licked his lips and sank to his knees in front of Kyle. Too fricking tempting.

  Now that he had access to Kyle’s cock, he planned on getting the man addicted to his mouth, his ass—whatever he had to do to hold his attention until no one else could cross Kyle’s mind or memories except him.

  With those gorgeous eyes staring down at him, Tristan wanted to put on a damn fine show for the man.

  His man.

  Tristan leaned in, his gaze still focused on Kyle’s face, and slowly licked the tip of the man’s cock.

  It finished hardening, twitching as he breathed on the tip before slowly licking it again.

  “Fuuuuck…” Kyle’s fingers twined in Tristan’s hair, tugging, coaxing, not quite demanding but riding that narrow border between please and it’s on.

  “Think of how much fun we can have practicing rope on each other now,” Tristan breathed, taking time to lick his cock again. “I’ll be happy to let you tie me up. And I can’t wait to see you in my ropes.”