“Are you okay?” I looked at his face for confirmation.
He smiled and nodded then cast his gaze down for a moment. “More than.”
He looked around the restaurant, at the almost silent waitstaff moving unobtrusively between tables and anticipating diners’ needs, while other staff ran around refilling water glasses after mere sips had been taken.
We’d eaten starters of lettuce wedges and bleu cheese dressing and progressed to steak. A small mouthful of something sweet and decadent for dessert then dark, rich coffee to follow. Okay, so it was all kind of pretentious and cost far too much money for what they served, but I’d wanted to show Jamie he was special.
“You’re really special, you know that?” And apparently my thoughts were just falling out of my mouth.
He smiled wider. “So are you.”
My stomach grumbled. “And I’m still kind of hungry. More dessert at my place?” I raised what I hoped was a suggestive eyebrow and watched his cheeks flush in the candlelight.
“I might need to walk off some of this food first,” he murmured.
“Sounds good to me.” I caught the eye of our waiter, and he barely nodded his head before he headed to the bar, collected something black and slim, and walked smoothly toward us holding the small folder containing our check.
Outside, Jamie shivered, even though it wasn’t cold, and I slipped my jacket across his shoulders. Then I looked at him wearing my clothes and something possessive and protective clutched my heart.
We strolled through the park as darkness fell and lights blinked on, following the curve of the path as the perfume of night-blooming flowers drifted on the air. A stone fountain stood in the center of an ornamental garden, and I drew him down to sit next to me on the low stone wall.
“You doing okay still? Not too cold?”
He wrapped my jacket tighter around himself and shook his head. “I’m great.”
“Good.” I placed my palm against his face, and he leant into it, closing his eyes. “Jamie?”
He looked at me in an instant, alert and curious.
“I love you.” I held my breath after I’d said the words. They were out there and there was no taking them back. “I’m deeply in love with you,” I affirmed, in case I hadn’t made myself clear.
His eyes widened, and his lips parted a fraction.
“I’d like…” Fear gripped my throat and I had to force the words out in case he didn’t want the same. “I’d like us to be official. Nico and Jamie. Exclusive. Dating. For all to see.”
Jamie didn’t say a word, and disappointment left me with no air in my lungs.
Then he threw himself at me, and his lips were on mine, and I had to grip the low wall to prevent the two of us from teetering backward into the fountain.
“Yes… Yes, I want that too.” His eyes gleamed and his hands still clutched my collar. “Fuck, I so want that.” He yanked me towards him and kissed me again, moaning as he touched my tongue with his.
I drew away and chuckled, my dick already hardening. “Then I think we should continue this celebration at home.”
I shoved my front door open and we almost fell through it in a tangle of arms and legs and tongues and cocks that kept nudging each other’s thighs.
I couldn’t get enough of Jamie. I wanted to breathe him in, and I wanted to pound him into my mattress. I sank onto the first soft surface I found and pulled Jamie on top of me on my couch.
“I love you.” I reached between us and cupped his cock in my palm, working my hand over the fabric of his pants. “I want you so hard for me that it hurts, and you feel faint from lack of blood to your head,” I murmured in his ear.
He gasped as he arched his back. Then he grinned, and I slowed my hand.
“What?”
“I just remembered I have some good news. My test results came back clear.”
I flicked my tongue out and licked his lower lip. “So did mine.”
His eyes widened. “Fuck me. I want all of you right now.” He stood and undid his pants, his movements frenzied with haste.
“Why the big rush?” I sat up and reached into a drawer in the end table, all the way back, and pulled out a tube of lube. “We have all night.” But I caught his haste and unbuckled my belt and top button before unzipping my pants as Jamie slowed, his movements becoming