that image in. God, there were so many things he wanted to do to this man.
Kyle dropped his backpack on the bed. He considered removing his shirt, but decided to leave it for now. He liked the imbalance of being fully dressed while Eric was naked. Up close he could admire the definition of Eric’s finely honed muscles. And the numerous dark bruises all over his body. What this man put himself through every day was astonishing.
He could tell Eric was trying to appear comfortable and relaxed, but the tightness in his knuckles, and the way his abs were clenching and releasing, gave him away. Kyle wrapped a hand around Eric’s ankle and squeezed, then released him and trailed the backs of his fingers up Eric’s leg until he reached the top of his thigh. Eric sucked in a breath when the hand got close to his crotch, but Kyle pulled it away.
“You are absolutely stunning,” he said. “Look at all that muscle.”
“I exercise.”
“How much tension do you carry in those muscles?” Kyle asked, squeezing one of Eric’s biceps. “How much pressure is on these shoulders?”
In response, Eric closed his eyes and sighed out a long breath. Kyle played with his hair, gently combing through the thick curls. He wanted to soothe him and pamper him, and then he wanted to wring him out.
“You can let it all go,” Kyle said softly. “Your only job tonight is to feel good. And it’s my job to make sure you do.”
“Yes,” Eric whispered, keeping his eyes closed.
Kyle bent down to kiss him. Eric opened eagerly, pulling himself up to get a better angle to deepen the kiss. He slipped a hand under the hem of Kyle’s T-shirt, sliding his palm up Kyle’s stomach to lift the shirt.
Kyle covered the hand with his own, stopping it. “Nice try,” he said. “I think I’ll keep my clothes on for a bit.”
“Seems unfair.”
“I never promised to be fair. Lie down.”
Eric’s eyes went wide, and Kyle pressed him back into the mattress with a firm hand on his chest. Having even this much control over this powerful, beautiful man was intoxicating. Kyle wanted a weekend alone with him. A week. A year.
When Eric was settled, Kyle began to warm up his body with the lightest brush of his fingertips. There were fresh bruises from the game that day, and Kyle avoided them as he traveled across Eric’s chest, down to his chiseled stomach, then dipped into the deep grooves under his obliques. He watched Eric’s dick twitch and thicken in response, but he didn’t touch it. Instead he walked to the end of the bed and opened his backpack.
“What’s in there?” Eric asked.
“You’ll see.”
Kyle decided that he’d better get started; otherwise they were still going to be here at midnight, and he had no intention of sleeping here. He considered blowing Eric first, but he knew from last time that it would get Eric too close too fast. He would save that for a later round. The first one would be relaxing and slow, with lots of talking.
Eric was fully hard now and Kyle hadn’t even touched his dick. This was going to be fun. He’d noticed the lube Eric had set on the nightstand, but Kyle pulled a bottle of his personal favorite lube out of his backpack.
“Did you jerk off today?” Kyle asked as he drizzled some lube into his palm.
“No.”
“Good. Yesterday?”
Eric furrowed his brow, as if he needed to think about it. “No.”
Kyle wrapped his slick hand around Eric’s cock, which made Eric hiss and clench his abs. “You must be dying to come then.”
“I can go...a while,” Eric said hoarsely.
“Really?” Kyle asked conversationally as he slowly pumped Eric’s cock. “Not me. I need to come at least once a day, usually.”
“You’re young.”
“And you’re not old.” Kyle kept stroking him, closely watching Eric’s face. He was grimacing and his brow was still furrowed. Far too tense. “I think you’re going to like this.”
“You say that to everyone you torture?”
“I don’t do this for just anyone. This is premium service you’re getting here.” He added a twist on the down strokes as he continued to stroke Eric, keeping his grip loose. “This is going to be the best orgasm you’ve ever had. I promise.”
Eric grunted in response. Kyle picked up the pace a bit.
“I love edging myself,” he continued. “This morning I got myself close three or four times before I let myself come.”
Eric swore quietly, and Kyle knew he was picturing it. Good.