The
soft brushing of Garret’s fingers against his collarbone made Drew’s breath
quicken with need. His resistance to Garret was paper thin. When Garret’s
fingers trailed up the soft curve of his neck until the he could cup Drew’s
jaw and tilt his head, Drew didn’t even try to stop him. He just leaned his
head back until it rested on Garret’s shoulder as they started swaying back
and forth, dancing without moving a single step. They had done this often
when they lived together.
Drew
missed it.
“I
missed you, chara.” Garret’s voice rumbled in Drew’s ear, sending a
shockwave of lust radiating throughout his body. “I’ve been so cold, Drew. I
haven’t been warm since I last held you in my arms.”
Drew
almost smiled at Garret’s admission. The man had always run a little on the
cold side. When they live together, Garret would wrap himself around Drew
like a blanket every night when they went to bed. Drew woke more than once
feeling like he had been caught by an octopus.
He
hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since Garret left.
Before Drew could form an answer, Garret’s lips slammed down over his. Drew
groaned when
Garret
ran his tongue quickly across his lips before diving into his mouth, kissing
him for all he was worth.
It
was a kiss of possession, pure and simple. And it was filled with so much
need that Drew wondered if he had lost his mind somewhere along the way. If
Garret wanted him this
damn
much, why had the man left? The hunger in the kiss alone was eating Drew
alive and pulling him under into a raging sea of raw desire.
Drew’s hands clutched at Garret’s shoulders as he explored the depths of his
mouth, running tongue along the seam of Drew’s lips. He placed his hands on
Garret’s chest, once again ready to push the man away…until Garret’s tongue
swept inside Drew’s mouth.
He
curled his fingers into Garret’s shirt, pulling the man closer, hitching one
leg onto Garret’s side, wanting—no needing—him closer. Garret slammed his
hands on either side of Drew’s head, pinning him to the wall.
Drew
shivered, burrowing into the heat of the man’s big body.
He
should be telling Garret to fuck off. He should be telling Garret that he
waited too long to come back, that he never should have left in the first
place. Drew should be telling Garret a whole lot of things, but all he could
say was, “Please.”
God,
he was such a fucking mess.
“Do
you want to get fucked, chara?”
A
low and undistinguished sound left Drew’s lips.
Garret ran his fingers through Drew’s hair and then yanked the strands back,
exposing Drew’s neck and sending shock waves through his body. The look in
Garret’s eyes told Drew who was the predator and who was prey.
Drew
swallowed hard.
Garret chuckled dark and low.
Drew
knew he was in deep trouble.
When
Garret stepped back, Drew bolted, running down the hallway toward his
bedroom. As much as he wanted this, he wasn’t going to put on a show for his
roommate. He heard a deep and sinister chuckle before the sound of heavy
footfalls pounded behind him.
Drew
made the mistake of looking over his shoulder.
Garret was bearing down on him.
With
a shout, Drew picked up speed and headed straight into his bedroom, trying
his damnedest to slam the door closed. Garret apparently wasn’t having that.
He barreled into the bedroom, caught Drew around the waist, and lifted him
off his feet. Drew went sailing through the air, landing on the bed with a
large bounce.
Garret took a step back from the bed, damn near ripping his clothes from his
body. All Drew could do was watch in pure fascination as all that tanned
flesh was revealed to him.
“You
have two choices, Drew. Willingly get undressed or have your clothes
shredded.” The look in Garret’s eyes said he wasn’t joking.
Drew
was so fucking turned on a wet spot appeared in the front of his pants.
Garret inhaled deeply as if he could smell the drops of pre-cum dripping
from Drew’s cock. His eyes drifted down Drew’s body, landing on the wet
spot. Drew yelped a moment later when Garret
grabbed him,
flipped him over, and proceeded to tear
his clothes
from
his body.
“Roll over onto your back, chara,” Garret commanded.
Drew
twisted around and laid back on the mattress, scrambling to do as the larger
man commanded. His skin buzzed with excitement at the knowledge that Garret
was going to fuck him. He
lay
on his back and spread his legs wide, inviting the larger man to have his
wicked way with him.
“Very nice, chara.”
Drew
thrilled at the praise. He fisted the sheets as Garret crawled onto the bed,
smoothing his hands over Drew’s legs. He was dying to move, to wiggle around
and beg Garret to fuck him already, but he bit back his urges.
His
eyes damn near rolled to the back of his head as Garret’s fingertips played
over his skin, slowly making their way toward his hardened shaft. Drew
almost whined at the slow pace.
“Has
there been anyone else, chara?” The words were
murmured
against his skin, Garrt’s lips ghosting over his throat and to
whisper in
his ear. “Has anyone touched you?”
Drew wanted to say yes, to make Garret hurt as much as he had when the man
left, but he couldn’t. The aching need in Garret’s voice begged for Drew to
tell the truth, and the truth was Drew couldn’t stand the idea of anyone
except Garret touching him. It made his skin crawl just thinking about being
intimate with someone else.
“No,” Drew whispered then sucked in his bottom lip and bit down on it to
keep from making another admission—that he didn’t want anyone but Garret.
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