In and out. Lance pressed his body into Kirk’s, kissed at his neck and whispered into his ear as the two fucked. It wasn’t about trying to get off or proving how good of a lover he was. It was about the two of them, being together, in this moment, with nothing else to bother or worry them. It was pure bliss.
Lance had never had sex like that before. And when it was done, when he lay on his back with Kirk wrapped in his arms, he stared at the ceiling, realizing something about himself that he never would have thought possible. Lance had feelings for Kirk. Real feelings. Heck, Lance was ready to date Kirk. How things had changed for the once self-described “player.”
Chapter Fifteen
Kirk used to hate the beach. Hate it! And it had nothing to do with the blistering hot sun, or sand that got everywhere, or the way that the salty water seemed to stick to your body for days after you were dried and just ruin every piece of clothing you owned! None of that. It had always been to do with having to take his shirt off, often in front of dozens of strangers, for hours at a time. Thanks, but no thanks.
But that was the old Kirk. That was the Kirk of almost two months ago, before he’d started working out, before he’d started eating healthy, before his self-confidence had taken a shot of adrenaline in the arm and, most importantly, before he’d started dating Lance.
It had been one month since Lance burst into the Ivy restaurant, abused Gregory and demanded that Kirk either come with him then and there, or lose him forever. It had been one month since Lance had dragged Kirk back to his house, made intense, passionate love to him and then spent the night cuddling without having to say a word. And it had been one quick, glorious, too-good-to-be-real month since Lance asked Kirk if he wanted to be exclusive, to which Kirk said “yes!” Duh. It was a month that was making a serious contender for being the best month of Kirk’s entire life.
“There it is!” Lance whooped as Kirk pulled his shirt off over his head and dropped it in the sand by his feet. “There’s the rig! Go on! Show it off!”
“Will you shut up!” Kirk hissed. He pretended to be embarrassed by covering himself with his hands.
“Here, I’ll make it a little easier for you.” Lance winked and then casually pulled his shirt over his head. His body was beyond gorgeous, with so little fat available that his skin seemed to be stretched to its absolute maximum over his abs, chest and shoulders. “How’s that?” Lance then dropped his shorts, revealing a pair of thick muscular legs, a red speedo, and nothing else. The way Lance’s cock bulged in those speedos left very little to the imagination.
Kirk eyed Lance’s package, smirking the whole while. “It’s all right I guess...” He winked. “But mine are better.” Kirk dropped his pants, showing off a pair of bright pink speedos that also left very little to the imagination.
“Hard to argue with that.” Lance’s eyes stayed on Kirk’s package for a moment longer than they really had to. He then chuckled to himself as he collapsed on one of the beach-chairs they were parked next to. “Now, will you sit down and relax already. You’ve got a night coming at you, and I want you as content and mellow as humanly possible.”
“Little chance of that happening.” The reminder sent a small shiver through Kirk’s body. He suppressed it the best he could as he sat down and lay back. The sun was boiling hot on his skin, and there wasn’t so much as a single puff of air. It was delightful, but Kirk could only half enjoy it.
“Well if that doesn’t work, how about a blowy under the towel?” Lance swiveled onto his side and puckered his lips at Kirk. “Will that help?”
“Shut up.” Kirk pulled his baseball cap down over his eyes and got himself comfortable. “I’m going to run my speech over in my head – make sure I have it right. So, try and keep the sexual advances down to a dull roar, yeah?”
“Whatever you say, hot stuff.”
Kirk and Lance were in Hawaii of all places, on the beach just out the front of the resort they were staying at. Day four of what was a five night get away, the flights were paid for,