Harmless(4)

Yeppers, they were going to have fun tonight.

"How about a beer?" Seg suggested, sensing the tension in Roan.

Yeah, this was a hookup. No doubt about that. He wasn't even going to pretend otherwise. Based on Roan's reaction, he didn't mind a one-night stand, which was exactly how Seg wanted it to be.

And he knew he'd made the right choice when Roan had recognized him yet still managed to keep his cool. Oftentimes, when he had conversations with men-straight, gay, whatever-Seg would be inundated with hockey chitchat by this point, and he wasn't really looking to talk.

Tall, golden, and brooding was just his cup of tea.

Speaking of tea …  

Before he could turn toward the kitchen, Roan ambled over to him and came to a stop less than a foot away. He was a few inches shorter and probably a good thirty pounds lighter, which Seg liked immensely. Although he got an intensely alpha vibe from Roan, Seg knew he'd have the upper hand here. For all of ten seconds, those golden eyes searched Seg's face, and he waited to hear what Roan would come up with.

Had he changed his mind? Was he going to start talking hockey?

"I no longer want a drink," Roan muttered, and Seg felt a hint of insecurity right then.

As he was gearing up to suggest something else-grapes, cheese, ice cream  …  fuck, anything-Seg kept his eyes on Roan. He couldn't figure out what he wanted to say, but that didn't matter for long, because the next thing he knew, Roan's lips were on his and they were …

Damn.

Warm, smooth, firm.

Roan smelled like sin and tasted like beer and man and erotic promises. A combination that had Seg's dick throbbing incessantly, desperate for attention.

Mouth to mouth had never been this fucking good. There wasn't an ounce of hesitation in the kiss, but Seg knew just how much to give to ensure Roan didn't mistakenly believe he was in charge. Before that could happen, Seg gripped Roan's head, spearing his hair with his fingers and then spinning them both around. Using his full body weight, Seg pushed Roan against the door. Hard.

Their dicks ground together, although the only friction came from the denim that separated them. Seg wanted to get closer. He wanted to feel this man's skin beneath his palms. He wanted to run his hands over every hard plane, every sharp angle, and kiss every inch of him, then sink deep and …

Goddamn, it had been so fucking long. Too long. This man was like chocolate, a treat Seg had no choice but to keep himself from craving too damn much. He wasn't one to give in to temptation, because he knew the repercussions.

"I don't bottom," Roan grumbled against Seg's lips.

Seg managed to pull back enough to look into Roan's eyes. "If you're gonna be with me you do."

Expecting a full rebuttal, Seg didn't move. He waited patiently while Roan's eyes locked with his before dropping once again to Seg's mouth. He was fairly certain there was a battle brewing there. When Roan's eyes met his once again, it appeared as though Roan had settled it.

"Fuck it," Roan whispered, then crushed his lips to Seg's once more.

Good answer.

The kiss went nuclear.

Seg would've been content to stand here in his lavish foyer and fuck this incredibly sexy man against the wall, but he had other things in mind. It'd been so long since he'd given in to these urges. He needed a little more than a quick fuck.

But not too much more.

He managed to walk them toward his bedroom, their lips still locked together, hands fumbling. By the time they reached their destination, they'd relieved one another of their shirts, and Seg was already working on Roan's jeans while Roan kicked off his shoes.

Breaking the kiss, Seg ran his lips over Roan's stubble-lined jaw, working his way lower, pushing his jeans down as he went. The guy smelled good. Like the outdoors and  …  something musky. It was intoxicating. He kissed his way down the hard plane of Roan's sun-bronzed chest, over the gentle ripples of his abs, trailing the thin line of hair that led downward until he was on his knees before him.

Staring up into those golden-brown eyes, he waited to see if Roan would say something.

He didn't.

Seg took that as permission to continue.

It only took a moment to free Roan's dick from his jeans, and when he did, Seg took a deep breath, stroking the thick, velvety length in his fist while he ran his tongue over the swollen head.




 

 

He could count on one finger the number of times he'd done this. Not once during his previous encounters with men had he dared to take a cock into his mouth, yet he was salivating with the need to do so now.

Roan hissed, his fingers digging into Seg's hair, holding him in place. Seg didn't mind the rough treatment. In fact, he preferred it.

"Put my dick in your mouth. All the way," Roan groaned, the demand in his tone not to be mistaken.