leg’s too fucked for the stairs” was all he said by way of explanation.
The fact that the back room had nothing approaching a proper mattress, let alone a bed, would ordinarily have been a serious objection, but at the moment Percy could only groan his approval.
“God, I want you,” Kit said, his gaze raking hungrily up and down Percy’s body. “Can’t stop thinking about it.”
Percy all but dragged Kit into the back room and kicked the door shut behind them. He was nervy and exhilarated from the prizefight, from his victory, and from the knowledge that Kit had been watching him.
“How do you want me?” Percy asked. His erection was straining painfully against the unforgiving leather of his breeches. He palmed himself in a futile effort at readjustment and heard Kit hiss.
“Take it out,” Kit said.
With fingers that felt clumsy and frantic, Percy managed to undo his laces and comply. He had just enough presence of mind to be mortified by his reaction to Kit’s hand closing around him—a strangled sob. Until that point, he hadn’t realized how much he wanted this, how long he had been craving Kit’s touch. He thrust helplessly into Kit’s fist, his face buried in the warm skin of Kit’s neck, lips moving over stubbled skin, breathing in the scent of him.
With one hand he began unfastening Kit’s buckskins, finally shoving them down. He almost sobbed again when his fingers reached Kit’s cock, thick and hot in his hand.
It would be best not to rush. He wanted to take off Kit’s clothes item by item and touch every patch of skin that he exposed. He had been thinking of this for so long that he wanted whatever followed to do his imagination justice.
But he also knew he wasn’t going to last. This, at best, would just take the edge off. They could go about things more sensibly next time, with more leisure and fewer clothes. Next time could be in half an hour. Right now, he just needed to come, and judging by Kit’s erratic breathing and throbbing cock, he was in much the same state. Rutting against Kit’s hip, while still stroking up and down his length, Percy grasped Kit’s arse with his free hand and pulled him close, hoping he’d get the idea.
Kit thrust back, groaning and swearing. “Wait,” he said, and turned around so his back was to Percy, his hands braced on the wall. “Fuck me,” he said, his voice raspy and ragged. “Please.”
It was the please that did Percy in. He very much had his heart and other parts set on getting fucked this evening, but who was he to deny a politely phrased request, especially one delivered by a gorgeous man with his breeches around his thighs.
“You certain?” Percy asked, thinking of Kit’s leg.
“Christ. Please. Can’t stop thinking about it,” Kit said, sounding desperate. “Oil’s in the cupboard by the door.”
Percy threw open the cupboard, uncorking the bottle with an overheated hand. He returned to Kit, crowding him against the wall. He let his cock slide against Kit’s arse as he kissed Kit’s neck. He was rapidly becoming obsessed with Kit’s neck.
“Like this?” Percy asked.
“If you don’t stop asking questions and fuck me, I’m never speaking to you again,” Kit said, pressing back against Percy.
“All right,” Percy laughed. “Calm down.” He poured some oil onto his palm and slicked up his fingers. Once again kissing Kit’s throat, he slid his fingers along the crease of Kit’s arse, lingering over his puckered entrance.
Kit swore and rested his forehead against the wall. “Please,” he said, and Percy breached him with the tip of a finger. Lord, the man was tight. Percy couldn’t press in any further, let alone add a second finger.
“Let me in,” Percy said, and Kit’s only response was some garbled profanity. “Right,” he added after a minute, “we could stand here like this all night, with my finger barely up your arse, or you could let me fucking in, Christopher.”
Kit laughed at that, rich and deep and not at all what Percy expected at that moment. “I knew you’d be like this.”
“Like what?” Percy asked.
“Impatient. Talkative. A little mean.”
“Christ. And you like that?” Percy asked, the words escaping his lips before he could think better of them.
“Something’s very wrong with me.”
Percy did not know whether to be affronted or not, but then something gave way inside Kit and Percy’s finger slid in further. “Yes,” he said rubbing circles onto Kit’s hip with his free hand. “That’s it. More,