warmth inside him was just about perfect.
****
Nick shut the motel room door, careful not to catch Luger’s tail in it, and flipped the night lock. “I still think he could’ve stayed in your room on the farm,” he muttered, as the dog moved to sniff under the king-sized bed. He was joking. Mostly.
“I didn’t want him to fuss and keep Yasmin awake.” Brian sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off his sneakers. He looked up, expression anxious. “Are you mad?”
“No.” Nick deliberately made his voice lower and sexier. “Not a bit. Let him watch. Did I ever tell you I have an exhibitionist streak?”
Brian laughed, his forehead smoothing out. “You do not. You used to make him go out in the hall at home. He can lie down in the bathroom for a while.”
“After I use it. I need a quick shower.” He felt grungy from the long drive, beyond the acceptable level of male sweat and well into personal funk territory. Besides, he wanted to prepare a bit. “Out in ten.”
Brian stuck a leg out to bar his way as he passed. “Pay toll.”
Nick bent to kiss him, and Brian reached up to cup his head. A brief touch of lips wasn’t enough. Nick slid his hand behind Brian’s neck and kissed him harder, deeper, inhaling his gasps and taste and the way he opened his mouth for whatever Nick wanted, taking it in like a starving man. I’m pretty starving myself. He found himself on his knees beside the bed, pushing against Brian’s thighs as they tried to eat each other alive.
Nick only pulled back when breathing got critical. Brian looked flustered, bright-eyed with shiny, parted lips. The brown hair was still weird, but it made his pale skin and eyes more striking. And fuck, that mouth— Nick ran his thumb over Brian’s damp chin. “Hold that thought.” It was hard to get up, turn away, and go into the bathroom, but he’d been planning this reunion for two weeks, and it wasn’t going to happen in a scramble on ugly indoor-outdoor carpeting.
The shower had a decent flow, the water was wonderfully hot, and the soap didn’t smell too perfumey. He scrubbed and cleaned himself, inside and out, fast but thoroughly. He was half-hard from that kiss, and each touch of his own hands zapped a jolt of expectation through him. He decided not to shave, dried off with a thin motel towel, rubbed his hair roughly with another, and dropped them on the floor. Close enough. No clothing required.
In the main room, Brian had turned off the big light and pulled the bedcovers down. He perched on the edge in almost the same spot, but he’d stripped to shorts and a white T-shirt. Sitting there a little hunched, his hands clasped in his lap, he was so perfectly, innocently, awkwardly sexy that Nick found it tough to breathe.
He coughed and cleared his throat. “Luger.” He held the bathroom door open. “Kennel up.”
Luger shot him a look but obediently trotted into the bathroom and began circling on the pile of discarded towels. Nick shut the door and turned to Brian. “And you.”
Brian squared his shoulders and tipped his chin up. “Giving orders tonight?”
“Not exactly.” He moved toward the bed, trying to pose a bit to let Brian see what he had on offer. Nick knew he looked good. What was all that hard work for, if not to let your man enjoy it? He rolled his shoulders, flexed his arms. His cock was already hard.
“Mm.” Brian stood to meet him.
Nick went for a fast hit-and-run kiss, then crawled up on the bed, keeping his ass toward Brian. At the top of the bed, he folded his arms on the pillows and laid his head on them, ass up. He meant to say something— had planned to do this slow and sensual— but the words caught in his throat. He rose higher on his knees, spreading his legs, and a whisper of air hit the damp skin behind his balls. It made him shiver, but he opened his braced thighs a bit more and closed his eyes.
“Nick?” After a moment the mattress shifted, and the heat of Brian’s palm pressed against his thigh.
He sucked a breath. His cock bounced in happy response.
Brian knelt between his calves and began stroking him, running both hands up and down the outsides of Nick’s legs and then around over his ass. Brian’s fingers felt bigger and stronger than ever as