Shea snapped his fingers in front of Christian’s face, making him start. “Chris, did you even hear a word I said?” Shea asked, his eyes dancing with amusement.
“Huh? Sorry, no, I wasn’t listening,” Christian muttered with a sheepish grin.
“Yeah, I know. You’ve been staring hungrily at my mouth the entire time.” Shea chuckled.
Christian blushed. “I was not,” he mumbled and sipped his coffee.
Shea laughed. “Come on, Chris, you can’t lie to me. You looked like you were starving and you wanted to devour my lips.”
Christian closed his eyes and fought back the swirl of desire in his gut. He wanted to do that and more, and if Shea didn’t shut the hell up, he was going to attack him right here on the kitchen table.
“When’s the last time you had sex?” Shea asked quietly.
Christian’s eyes flew open and stared at Shea. “I don’t know, why?” he said quickly.
“I think you’ve been deprived.” Shea smirked mischievously.
Christian couldn’t deny it, he was deprived, and it was his own fault. Ever since realizing that he was in love with Shea, sex with anyone else just wasn’t appealing. Now that Shea was his boyfriend, he didn’t want to wait any longer - he wanted sex, and he wanted it right now. But he would hold back because Shea needed to go slow. He needed time to adjust, and there was no guarantee that he would enjoy it.
Christian had been with a couple of girls when he was younger, just to make sure he was truly gay, which he was. He had been able to get off, but it was nowhere near as satisfying as when he was with a guy. Not that women weren’t beautiful or whatever, but he was attracted to men. That’s who really turned him on, who really got his blood pumping. And Shea...well, Shea set his blood on fire.
Shea stood, finished off his coffee then grabbed Christian’s hand and gave it a tug. Christian looked up at him. “What?” he asked cautiously.
“Come on, let’s give you some relief,” Shea murmured, his dark eyes serious.
“Wha...I...are you sure?” Christian stuttered.
Shea gave him a bored look and tugged his hand a little harder. Christian got up from the table and let Shea lead him into the living room. Shea shoved him down onto the couch then crawled on top of him. He planted a hand next to Christian’s head while the other skimmed up Christian’s bare side and over his chest to cup the side of his face. Shea then leaned down and kissed him languidly. Christian let his hands wander as this was the first time he was getting to explore Shea’s body in a sexual way.
The first thing Christian did was unbutton Shea’s dress shirt that he still had on from last night. They worked together to get it off, then Shea pulled off the white wife beater he had on underneath, only breaking their kiss to pull it over his head. Christian moaned as he let his hands glide over Shea’s flat stomach. Oh God, he loved the feel of Shea’s skin. Shea dragged his mouth down to Christian’s neck then dropped his body down to lie completely on Christian, as he sucked and licked at his neck. Christian hissed as his skin started to burn wherever Shea touched him. Jesus, he was ready to explode. He was so hard that it was becoming painful.
“Shea...touch me...please.” Christian gasped.
Shea’s hand was suddenly between them. He dipped under both the loose waistband of the pajama pants Christian was wearing and his underwear, and then slid his hand deliciously slowly down the underside of Christian’s cock. Christian dug his head back into the couch cushion as his eyes practically rolled back into his head. Shea’s calloused hand closed around his shaft and started pumping slowly. The strangled cry that came out of Christian was something he’d never heard come out of himself before.
“Jesus, Chris.” Shea choked before dragging his mouth back up to ravage Christian’s.
Christian moaned low and kissed Shea like there was no tomorrow, pouring out all of the love he felt for the man on top of him. A minute later, Shea tore his mouth away and immediately pushed up to his knees. He grabbed the waistband of Christian’s pajama pants and underwear and tore them both off.
Christian’s eyes widened as he watched Shea tear off his own pants and underwear. He had to be fucking dreaming! He was going to wake up from it any minute now... any minute...Shea again covered Christian’s body with his own, cutting off all thoughts in Christian’s mind.
“Christian, tell me what to do, what do you like?” Shea murmured, his lips brushing against Christian’s.
“I will love anything you do, I swear, just please don’t stop.” Christian breathed, his hands wandering over Shea’s taut backside and gave it a squeeze.