“I’m not into men.”
“Right.” Liam smirked. “Really?”
“Nope.” Dalton turned, walking to a nearby locker and pulling out his bag. “If you think I am just because of what happened a couple of weeks ago then I understand, but that wasn’t me perving over you or anything. I just… you shouldn’t have been doing that in there anyway. That’s all your fault. I was shocked. I didn’t know what to do.”
“So you just stood and watched?” Liam joked as he stood up.
“No! Fuck, I was there like hardly any time at all.”
“Okay, that’s fine. You just stayed for the money shot, huh?”
Dalton’s back stiffened and he stood stock still. “I'm not like that. I don’t… I wouldn’t have watched like that. I'm not a pervert.”
“I know you're not.” Liam gently stroked Dalton’s head again, taking hold of his bag and dropping it to the floor. “I don’t mind you watching me, Dee.” He pressed Dalton’s chest up against the cold metal of the locker door and followed him, finding their bodies against each other like in the shower but this time the heat was a good thing and Liam didn’t have to worry about Dalton’s health when he felt his firm arse pressed against his cock. “I liked it.”
“You…” Dalton looked over his shoulder. “You're gay?”
Liam laughed so hard it vibrated through both of them. “That’s not a secret, Dee. I don’t hide what I am. Everyone here knows. Milo knows… You didn’t?”
“I'm not interested in a person’s sexual preference. It’s not important to me.”
“But your own is?” Liam ran calloused fingertips down Dalton’s neck, watching the cute goosebumps break out on his skin. “It’s not important unless it’s your own?”
“No… I just… I'm not denying anything, that’s just how it is.”
“So, me holding you like this. The fact I'm hard over your sexy body and thinking about doing dirty things to your arse… that doesn’t bother you?”
Dalton shrugged off Liam’s touch and glared at him as he spun around, now chest to chest, those blue eyes staring firmly into Liam's.
Liam could see the hesitation, the confusion. Dalton obviously had no idea what was going on, but his body did. Liam could feel it in the hardness of Dalton’s cock brushing against his thigh, see it in the tenting of the towel around his hips. “You like this.” Liam’s voice was low and gruff, filled with the need pulsing between them. He was so close, hot wisps of air were floating over Dalton’s lips as he spoke.
“No.” Dalton backed up into the lockers, blue eyes now frantic and wide, breathing faster, his still damp chest rising and falling too quickly, brushing up against Liam’s own hot flesh with every lungful as Liam stalked him.
“You say that, but your cock says something else. It said it the last time you watched me in the shower. It screamed at me in the bar last week. Don’t you think I can see how I affect you?” Liam nudged his own stiff length into Dalton's, a whine hissing through those full lips of his. “Dee, I don’t have to feel your cock to know how excited I make you. Your whole body reaches out for me. Your eyes…” Liam looked into those cerulean blue wells and lost himself for a moment. “Those fucking eyes.” Liam moved closer. “Dee, I fucking love your eyes.”
Liam’s mouth got so close to Dalton's the feeling of his hot breath was panting over his own, but he waited, pausing, not wanting to push him. “You’ve never been with a man?”
“No,” Dalton moaned softly, his lips touching Liam’s as he spoke.
“Never been touched by a man?” Liam kissed the corner of Dalton’s lips with a feather light movement.
“No.” Dalton was even quieter.
“Never kissed a man?” Liam kissed his jaw, pressing a little harder.
“No,” Dalton whimpered softly.
“Never wanted to be with a man?” Liam ran his lips down Dalton’s jaw, placing an open-mouthed kiss on his neck before sucking the pulsing vein in his neck.
“No,” Dalton moaned the word out that time.
Liam moved back to those full lips, hovering in front of Dalton and looking into his eyes. Their lips seemed to be closer and Liam smiled. He hadn't moved, Dalton had come to him. “You want me?”
Dalton breathed harder, but didn’t say anything.
“I'm not going to take anything. I want you to give it to me, Baby.” Liam made sure to linger over Dalton’s lips, his hips now flush with Dalton’s, their cocks rubbing together under their clothing. Liam wanted nothing more than to force their lips together, clash hard and fast. He wanted to own that first kiss, to kiss him so fucking good he’d shoot because of it. “Tell me, Dee. Tell me you want me and you’ve got me.”
Dalton turned his head, taking a few deep breaths.
Liam took the opportunity to kiss his throat. “I want you. I've wanted you for so long. Feel how much I need you, Dee.” He rutted against Dalton’s thigh. Liam’s thick cock was achingly hard and so stiff the wet jeans he was wearing hurt.
“Liam…” Dalton shook beside him, his body arching into Liam’s.
“You want this,” Liam whispered softly against Dalton’s throat, lips caressing the burning flesh under them.
“Yes,” Dalton gasped out through heavy breaths, letting Liam grab his arse, hoisting Dalton into his cock.
“Say it louder, Baby.” Liam rocked into Dalton’s cock. He could feel him getting closer in how tense his body was, how hard his chest heaved, the way his blood pounded through his veins.
“Liam…” Dalton threw himself back against the lockers, eyes damp and rimmed red, mouth open.
Liam found himself pausing, his movements stopping. This wasn’t just a game. This was real, and the fear in those pretty eyes made Liam hate himself. “Dalton, Baby…”
Dalton moved forward, their lips on each other’s—hot and wet, hard, and filled with a hunger which Liam had never experienced before. He growled as he hit Dalton's body with his own, the metal lockers shaking under the force, Dalton’s wrists pinned in Liam’s grip as he hoisted them above Dalton’s head, Liam’s body now laying claim to this sexy man.
His fucking man. Right then, that’s all Liam could feel running through his veins.
MINE.
The word echoed around in his brain, vibrating through him with such a ferocity it scared Liam.
Mine. Liam repeated it over and over as he claimed Dalton’s sexy, desperate mouth. When Dalton opened his lips, Liam tasted him for the first time—both of them moaning, Dalton arching into him, his body shuddering. He was so painfully close for Liam.
“Come, Baby.”
Dalton came hard, their mouths parting, head thrown back, his cock shooting off into the towel still around his hips. “Liam!”
“Oh, shit, Dee.”
Liam tugged his cock free, jerking off as he clashed his lips against Dalton’s again. His cock was leaking so much it wet his fist thrusting over his hard length, feeling himself swell, his balls pull up. He hurt with the strength of need running through him for Dalton. The movement from his hand shook Dalton's towel free just in time for Liam to shoot over his creamy skin. “Dalton! Oh shit, Baby.”
Liam leaned forward, his head finding a sweet resting place on Dalton's shoulder, spreading wet kisses over his clammy flesh as they both came down.
All too soon, Dalton’s hands were on his chest, pushing him away. “That shouldn’t have happened.” Dalton grabbed the towel from the floor wiping himself down. “I don’t even know how it happened.” He began ripping his clothes from his bag. “It won't happen again.”
“Dee.” Liam tried to touch him, but he was thrown off him.
“Don’t touch me. Just… don’t. All I want is to get dressed and get the fuck out of here.”
“Okay.” Liam held his hands up before tucking his cock back in his jeans. “I'm not pushing.”
“You just fucking did.” Dalton pointed at the locker which they’d just vacated and grunted.
“Everything I did, you wanted from me. You’ve wanted it for a long time.”
“I haven’t.” Dalton shoved his legs into his jeans, not looking at Liam.
“I want you to stay, or come with me for a chat.”
“Not a chance.” Dalton stood up, pulling on his sunny yellow Ralph Lauren polo t-shirt which fit him even better than the sexy pink one he wore the last time they met.
“Dee.” Liam took Dalton’s hand, and feeling the shakes come from it made him ache. “Please.” He tilted Dalton’s chin back and looked into those perplexing blue eyes again. “You're not involved with anyone, right?”
“No.” Dalton was back to that quiet whisper again.
“I'm not either. There's just you and me. No one has to know.”
Dalton groaned softly. “Please, Liam.”
“Just one drink. Shit, we can even do it here. I have a few beers in the fridge, if you like? It will be just us two, working out late in here. No one’s going to see us, no gossip. Just you.” He kissed Dalton lightly on the cheek. “And me.” He kissed him again, closer to his mouth. “Just this thing between us.” That time he kissed him on the lips, a groan making it out from his lips as soon as they touched. “Ah shit.” Liam stepped back, his cock already feeling frisky.