Nothing Special V (Nothing Special 5)

He hardly noticed the street signs as Tech skillfully maneuvered into the parking lot of a small condominium complex. The community was well lit and the lawns looked nicely maintained. He saw what must be a residents-only clubhouse with a gated pool on the side. “This looks nice.”

“Thank you. It is. I’ve been here for three years.” Tech waited until Steele got out, met him at the back of the truck and took his hand. “I’m right there.”

“Good thing you’re on the bottom floor.” He flashed a starving look at Tech to make sure his meaning was clear.

Tech sped up, practically pulling him across the street. Tech hurried and got his key inside the lock and shoved the door open. When he crossed the threshold into the dark condo, he heard the door slam, then Tech’s body pushed into him. Steele took control, grabbing Tech around his narrow waist and turning him so he was pressed against the front door. “You’re ready right now, aren’t you?” Steele asked, his voice deeper in the darkness. He reached down and grabbed Tech’s ass with both hands, finally having those ripe mounds in his clutches.

“I am,” Tech breathed, between frantic kisses. His long fingers pushed at Steele’s coat and he let it slide down his arms and drop to his feet. Next were the buttons on his shirt. Steele braced his hands on the door, trapping his catch, while Tech eagerly undressed him. Finally, his eyes adjusted to the dark and he could see the fire blazing behind the clear lenses of Tech’s glasses. After he finished the last button, Tech ran his hands up Steele’s chest, lingering over his nipples, biting his bottom lip while feasting his eyes on him.

“Goddamnit,” Steele hissed, grabbing Tech’s hands and slamming them over his head, pressing them hard against the door. He thrust into Tech’s groin, rubbing their stiff erections against each other. The thick denim blocking the friction when he really wanted skin against skin. “Bedroom.”

Tech nodded and waited for Steele to release his hands. As soon as he did, Tech moved through a well-furnished living room and past the dining area that’d been turned into an office. He cut down the hall that had two doors on the right and one on the left. Tech opened the last door on the right and turned on the light switch. The light wasn’t too bright like Tech kept a low-watt bulb in the fixture. A ceiling fan came on overhead, blowing some much-needed cool air over their burning flesh. He looked around briefly, catching a small entertainment center that held a few plaques and awards on top, beneath it a flat screen television. He’d have to get a closer look at those commendations later.

Tech dropped down on the low bed, pulled his .22 from his waistband, and took his glasses off, placing them on the nightstand. With his shirt wide open, Steele placed his own firearm next to Tech’s and walked over to him, his spread legs looking so welcoming. He stood there looking down on him in wonderment. He caressed the side of that soft face while Tech reached for his belt. It felt like he’d been fantasizing about this moment for a very long time. But he was glad they’d waited because it made this night all the more special. He cared for Tech and felt like they were smoothly transitioning into a relationship. They were both ready to take this to the next level, each getting what they’d wanted from the very beginning. Steele wanting a date and Tech wanting him buried deep inside him.

He ran his hands through Tech’s hair, the strands gliding through his fingers, while his pants were unbuttoned and spread open. Tech buried his face against his stomach, rubbing his cheek along the dark brown hairs below his navel. Steele groaned, dropping his chin to his chest so he wouldn’t miss a thing. Tech looked lost in himself as he rubbed his face back and forth over Steele’s stomach, working his way lower and lower until hot, damp breaths ghosted over his thick pubic hair.

Tech’s nimble fingers pulled at the waistband of his boxers like he wanted to slowly reveal his prize. Steele wouldn’t rush him, for him this was all about Tech, showing him he could be what Tech needed. He could be a man he could trust, a man that would stand by him and a man that could give his body what it’d been craving. “Take your clothes off,” Steele commanded, realizing Tech was still fully clothed. He wanted to see all that smooth, ivory skin.

Tech pulled his sweater over his head, looking up at him with desperation gleaming in his brown eyes as he next began unbuttoning his plaid shirt. He looked so gorgeous, unveiling himself just for him. Finally, he saw slim but toned shoulders and a smooth back that he couldn’t resist rubbing his hands over while Tech went back to freeing his dick from inside his boxers.