“You’re a real lightweight, you know that, Doc?” Quick let Cayson practically drape his entire upper half over his back while he stumbled up to the front door.
“Who can refuse free wine?” Cayson sing-songed, and Quick hurried him through the door before the man woke his neighbors. Hadn’t they had enough of a show starring the two of them?
Quick was still holding his hand and Cayson spun around in his arms just like he’d spun him on the dance floor at the Gardens, while the aromatic smell of chocolate and orchids drifted around them. He loved seeing Cayson this carefree. The Atlantic Botanicals was beyond beautiful and sickeningly sweet. Hearts, balloons, and chocolate fountains overflowed in abundance. Cayson and Quick did a private tour, so they were able to stop to kiss and fondle whenever they wanted too. They slow-danced and nibbled on cheese and wine samples, basking in each other’s company until Cayson’s several glasses of wine caught up with him and he became a little too touchy feely on the dance floor. Like now.
“I think you’d better go on up and get ready for bed, gorgeous,” Quick murmured, yanking a drunk Cayson back to him. “You’re in no condition to pull off what you’re offering.”
“Let me be the judge of that,” Cayson slurred. One hand already inching down the front of Quick’s pants and the other hand fisted tightly in the front of his shirt. “I need you, Rome. I want it. I want you.”
“You already have me, Doc,” Quick confessed. Holding him close, Quick noticed Cayson was putting more of his weight on him. He shook his head affectionately when he heard the soft snores and felt the hot breath through his shirt while his doctor laid there and napped. Quick scooped down and caught Cayson behind the crook of his knees and hefted him in his arms. His still-healing ribs barked an angry “What the fuck are you doing?” Because Cayson wasn’t a small man by any means, but he ignored it and took his drunk date to bed.
He removed Cayson’s clothes, piece by piece, until he was in nothing but a pair of white boxer briefs. Quick wanted to bury his face in the mound protruding from the front of Cayson’s underwear, but he wasn’t a pig. He’d wait. God please give me the strength to wait. Quick pulled up the covers and leaned down to give Cayson a lingering kiss on his cheek before he reached up and turned off the bedside lamp, submerging them in darkness. Quick went back downstairs and locked up everything, because Cayson’s safety came first.
He watched the block for about an hour before his own eyelids began to get heavy as well. He pulled down the blanket from the other night and dropped it on the couch. He took off everything except his pants, and stretched out on the uncomfortable couch.
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With both hands tucked under his pillow, Quick was easily awakened by the sound of hesitant footsteps on the stairs. He didn’t make a move, being sure to keep his breathing even. He could smell Cayson the moment he got to the foot of the couch. The lingering traces of his subtle cologne made it difficult for Quick to control his cock’s reaction. The mind could play games, but the body couldn’t lie. When Cayson didn’t speak, he wondered how long he was going to stand there.
“I’m not so easy to sneak up on, Doc,” Quick said, finally opening his eyes.
“I didn’t think you were.” Cayson’s sleepy voice made Quick’s cock rise up higher to listen.
“Come’re,” he said, pushing the covers off and holding his arms out. Cayson came to him as easily as a baby going to a bottle.
They both groaned when their bodies aligned and Cayson melted into Quick’s huge frame. He wrapped his arms behind Cayson’s back and began to rub him there, as was becoming his habit.
“You feel okay?”
“I’m good. A little embarrassed. I didn’t think I could get drunk that easily.”
“When you’re not a regular drinker, you can.” Quick ran his hands through Cayson’s hair, enjoying the softness.
“I only had three glasses of wine, though.”
“Something like that. And two whiskeys at the restaurant.”
“Oh, yeah.”
Quick chuckled. “Be glad you don’t feel sick.”
Cayson shifted on top of Quick and sucked in a sharp breath when their hardening erections bumped against each other. “No. Sick isn’t what I’m feeling right now.”
Quick gripped Cayson’s hips tightly, moaning when he started grinding his pelvis down onto his. “You don’t have to do this now. I can wait.” Quick breathed harshly.
“But I can’t.” Cayson shuddered. “Do something, Roman.”
“Fuck,” Quick groaned. He wanted this so badly, but he was more than a little inexperienced. He’d watched a couple videos, but nothing in detail. He knew the fundamentals and he knew what Cayson had been denied. So, he figured he’d start there. He’d watched one act in particular, slightly longer than he wanted to admit, all the while wondering if Cayson would enjoy it.