Painted On My Heart

“Just so you know, I have a full box of condoms, Mr. Hardin,” Arik whispered, his teeth nipping lightly at the fleshy part of Kellus’s ear.

Kellus suppressed a groan and gave into the urge to grind his hips against Arik’s. The feel of that hard cock slowly brushing against his made him shiver as tingles raced down his spine and his own cock jerked happily in response. Oh yeah, this was exactly what he needed.

“If you’re sure about this, then I think we’re gonna need them.” Kellus didn’t give Arik time to respond. He cupped the nape of Arik’s neck and tugged him even closer. Their mouths met in a slow exploration of lips and tongues. The feel of Arik’s mouth sliding softly against his, had him wishing for so much more. Kellus gave in to the sweet sensual assault, wiping his mind clear of everything but this moment. He used the tip of his tongue to trace the pout of Arik’s mouth. Arik nipped softly at the tip of his tongue, but when Arik obscenely sucked his tongue the rest of the way in and gave a sultry moan, Kellus’s knees went weak. The kiss grew frantic as he licked greedily into Arik’s mouth.

“I want you in my bed,” Arik growled, nipping Kellus’s upper lip as he moved deliciously against him.

He wanted to be in Arik’s bed too. And knowing he was still wanted after everything had been laid out on the line was a heady sensation. For the first time in more months than he could count, he felt alive.

Confident.

Stronger.

“That makes two of us.” His voice was husky with need as the words tumbled out. Arik kissed him one last time then backed away, taking his hand to lead him down the hall.

No sooner had they stepped into Arik’s bedroom than the man was on him, tugging at his clothing. They released each other only long enough to rid themselves of shoes and socks. Arik was quicker and had his shirt and shoes off in record time. Kellus had just managed to get his shoes and socks off when Arik began hastily helping him out of his shirt. Arik tossed the shirt to the floor and aligned their bodies again. The heat of Arik’s skin pressing against his singed him to the core.

“I want to see you, all of you,” Arik hissed against his ear, his fingers already drifting to the clasp on Kellus’s jeans.

The intensity of the moment ramped up as he joined in to help Arik with his zipper, anything to get the man’s hands on him quicker. Kellus abandoned the struggle against his own zipper and focused his attention on the fastening of Arik’s jeans. Arik’s warm breath ghosted along his jaw just before their mouths met in a feverish kiss. Kellus pulled and tugged against the small disk on Arik’s jeans, in a rush to feel Arik’s hot flesh in his hand.

When the button popped free, he grasped the metal tab and lowered the zipper before shoving the material down and out of his way. Arik quickly stepped out of his jeans. Kellus wrapped his fingers around Arik’s hard cock, and with his free hand, he helped Arik push his jeans down his thighs. Gravity took them to the floor, and he kicked them to the side. His breath caught and his knees buckled when Arik fisted his cock. Kellus groaned into Arik’s mouth when those strong fingers tightened and pumped along his length. It had been so long since he’d felt the touch of another man Kellus felt giddy to the point of wanting to shout it to the world.

Kellus gave one slow tug from root to tip along Arik’s length, loving the weight and feel in his hand. This kind of intimacy was something that, since his diagnosis, he’d been afraid he’d never experience again. Arik suddenly released him and took a step back, pulling his length from Kellus’s grip as he raked his gaze slowly up then back down Kellus’s body. His first instinct was to cover himself, but he didn’t. He stood there as Arik’s eyes drank him in.

Arik bit his lip and groaned. “You’re so beautiful, just as I’d imagined.” The heat in Arik’s gaze seared him from the inside out and those sweetly spoken words inflamed both his heart and desire.

Kellus wasn’t sure what to say as Arik devoured him with his eyes, so he did the same in return. Arik Layne in clothing was spectacular in itself, but Arik Layne naked was a sight to behold.

Arik was muscular, but not overly so, just the perfect athletic body, like he hadn’t missed too many days at the gym. His pecs were thick and firm, topped by tight, dusky nipples. The dips and ridges of his washboard abs moved with every breath he took, and the dark blond treasure trail drew Kellus’s eyes straight to Arik’s erect cock. They were about the same size, Arik maybe just a tad bit thicker. Kellus’s mouth watered. God, how he wanted to swirl his tongue around the blushing tip and hear Arik’s moan as he took him to the back of his throat.