“Hmm, good thinking,” Rueben murmured. At least Lamar hadn’t shut him down.
The phone rang. Lamar rolled over and picked up the phone handle, lifting the receiver to his ear. “Yeah?” After a second of silence, he stated, “Be right there.” After putting the phone down, he slid off the bed. “That was the front desk. Food’s here. Be right back.”
Lamar took a few steps away, then paused, and returned to him. To Rueben’s pleasure, he placed a hand on the pillow behind Rueben’s back and leaned close. Gently, Lamar brushed his warm lips over Rueben’s once, twice, keeping the kiss chaste and sweet, before pulling back and striding from the room.
Rueben rested his head against the board behind him and let out a long breath. His body vibrated with more need than he’d felt in…years. He’d just barely resisted the urge to cup the man’s jaw, tilt his head, and deepen the kiss.
This waiting was driving him nuts, or rather, making his nuts hurt. His balls rolled in their sack and his cock pressed insistently against the thin fabric of his shorts. Rueben palmed his cock and groaned softly at his own touch. Maybe he should hobble to the bathroom and jack off, take the edge off.
Before he could make up his mind, Lamar’s husky voice murmured, “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of that shortly.”
Rueben’s eyelids popped open. He didn’t remember shutting them and hadn’t heard the door open. Geez, I’m distracted. A small smile curved Rueben’s lips at the heated look on Lamar’s face. Looks like I’m not the only one on edge.
“Why don’t you bring that food on over here, then, Lamar,” Rueben crooned. “The sooner we eat, the sooner I can take you up on that.”
Lamar’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he pulled his gaze away from Rueben’s crotch. “Okay.”
For several seconds, Lamar just stood there. Rueben finally lifted his hand and wiggled his fingers at the man. Lamar seemed to snap out of his haze, except he strode away from him.
Rueben’s confusion eased when Lamar returned with a towel and spread it on the bed between them, then laid the food on it. He opened a package and pulled a napkin and fork out, which he handed to Rueben. After opening his own utensils, he opened the cartons, revealing shrimp lo mien, ham fried rice, pot stickers, crab rangoons, and Szechuan beef. The aromas filled the room, and Rueben’s stomach growled.
Lamar chuckled. “Hungry?” he teased, holding up the container of ham fried rice.
“Starved,” Rueben replied. He grabbed a pot sticker, then scooped it through the rice. Putting the food into his mouth, Rueben sucked on it sensually for a second before biting it in half. “Mmm,” he moaned deep in his throat.
Lamar’s eyes were large in his face, and he stared for a second before blinking and focusing on his own food. Rueben grinned, liking the effect he had on this cutie. He picked up the container of beef and ate several bites, trying to decide his next move.
After nearly fifteen minutes of eating in silence, Rueben picked up a crab Rangoon, dipped it in sauce, and held it to Lamar’s lips. The blond opened his mouth, but when he leaned forward to bite, Rueben painted the man’s lips with the red sauce. Just as a hint of frustration darkened Lamar’s blue eyes, Rueben slipped his free hand around the man’s neck and pulled him forward into a sloppy kiss.
He licked the sauce off Lamar’s upper lip, then sucked on his lower one. Sweeping his tongue into Lamar’s mouth, he enjoyed the taste of food and man. Rueben pulled Lamar’s tongue into his own and sucked softly, liking the way the man whimpered into his mouth.
Fuck, that’s hot!
Suddenly, Lamar wrenched his mouth away. “Shit! Wait,” he gasped. “Gotta put the food away.”
“Uh…” Rueben slowly released him, his brows creasing. Lamar was thinking about the food? Of course, when he looked down, he understood why. The edge of the ham fried rice carton appeared to be digging into the man’s thigh. “Right. Just put it on the table and get back here,” he growled.
He watched as Lamar started to carefully close the containers and place them into the room’s mini fridge. “Lamar,” he snapped.
Lamar jerked upright, releasing the fridge door, which automatically swung closed. “What?”
“Don’t make me come over there and get you,” he warned. Then, using his most commanding tone, he ordered, “Get over here, now.”
To his surprise, Lamar actually shuddered and flushed, then slowly moved to the side of the bed.
Smiling slightly at the response, Rueben picked up a packet of honey that’d fallen out of the napkin wrapper, handed the last carton—the shrimp low mien, if he remembered correctly—to Lamar, then shoved the rest of the stuff off the bed. Lamar’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped, staring at him in stunned silence.