by passion. You were kissed and made love to until you lost yourself and came. It doesn’t have to be oral or anal or Kama Sutra sex. It only has to make you feel good and make you happy you’re with the person who helped you feel that way. How’s that?”
Alex’s eyes, wide and glossy in the light seeping in through the blinds, suddenly got shinier, tiny droplets spiking his lashes.
“Good,” he said, his voice thick.
“Really?” Simon asked, a little alarmed.
Alex swallowed, closed his eyes, and buried his face against Simon’s neck.
“It was so good,” he said, his breath shaking. “And I’m so glad it was you.”
Simon shushed him, surprised, but in a good way, and Alex cried quietly on his shoulder, overwhelmed, it seemed, by what passion—and true lovemaking—could do.
Preventative Measures
ALEX woke up to Glinda whining and licking his nose. For a moment he was nonplussed. He’d taken her for a quick walk after the sunrise ritual, and besides, all the newer houses in the cul-de-sac had pet doors especially for Glinda. Then he realized it was after ten, and she was probably hungry.
Then he also realized he was naked and in bed with a hard, warm, wonderful male body, and there was a muscular arm looped around his waist.
His eyes popped open, and he stiffened, only to have that arm pull him backward in the small bed.
“Whatever you’re thinking, stop,” Simon mumbled. “That goes double if you’re thinking about getting up.”
Alex smiled a little and tried to relax. “I have to feed the dog,” he said weakly, but what he was thinking was Oh God. We had sex. I made faces. I probably said things. I’m so embarrassed.
“Fine. But come back to bed when you’re done.”
“I, uh, also have to use the bathroom.” And shower. And hide my face in absolute mortification.
“Good,” Simon murmured, trailing his fingertips from Alex’s belly button on down. “There’s some things I’d like to do after that.”
Alex shuddered, and his long-underused penis woke up, apparently in a delirium of excitement. Oh wow. We’re still in bed with this guy and he wants to party. It’s on!
Alex slumped into the pillows and tried to realign the two parts of his brain—the big brain that wanted to overthink what had happened earlier that morning and the little brain that was currently yawning and stretching and looking forward to a bright new day.
“Okay,” he all but whimpered. “That’s an idea.”
Simon chuckled gruffly into the back of his neck. “Alex?”
“Yeah?”
“We had sex. I enjoyed it. I have so many plans for us to have more sex. You go ahead and get up and feed the dog. I’ll use your tiny bathroom and take a quick shower and then give you twenty minutes to do whatever you have to do to be able to face me.” Simon leaned forward and nibbled his earlobe, which only seemed to have grown more sensitive after the ministrations earlier that morning. “Trust me. Getting back into bed and doing this in the daylight will have its rewards.”
Alex moaned a little, his cock practically conducting a porn soundtrack, and Glinda gave an ever-more-frantic bark.
“You both suck!”
Simon snickered and stroked his cock. “You’d better hope only one of us does, because that’s way too kinky for me!”
And that broke the spell—a little. Alex laughed and wiggled away from him before rolling out of bed and searching frantically for his sweats. Simon propped himself up on one elbow and watched him with amusement.
“I get that it’s chilly,” he said. “I just think it’s cute that you’re keeping your back turned like I won’t see your front, ever.”
Alex paused—his back to Simon as he fumbled to find the front of his sweatpants—and then turned defiantly, hands at his sides.
“Happy now?” he asked.
Simon’s catlike smile told him this had, perhaps, been the wrong move.
“I’ll be happier in twenty minutes.”
A wave of anxiety swept over Alex. “Maybe we should eat first,” he muttered. “Coffee, you know? Tea? Toast?” He stepped into the sweatpants and yanked them up to his waist, then snagged a zip-up hoodie from his dresser and threw it on too.
Simon sat up in bed and yawned and stretched, allowing the blankets to fall down past his hips, and for a moment, Alex was mesmerized.
Golden skin, long muscles, with a patch of silky hair between his pectorals, Simon Reddick was one fine-looking man. The blanket shifted a little more, and Alex got to see the curly patch of hair below his happy trail, and then… oh.
Oh.