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Garrett kept his hands on the table behind him but leaned in so he could whisper. “I’ll give you anything you want, Maxwell.”
“Garrett.” Maxwell’s steely look dissolved, and he surged forward.
Garrett groaned as Maxwell took his lips and immediately wrapped his arms around the smaller man. That was all he’d needed. He’d just needed to know how badly Maxwell wanted this. He leaned his hips back against the table behind him and drew Maxwell between his thighs. Maxwell moved easily and pressed himself up against Garrett’s body, and Garrett smiled against his lips. “That’s right, baby.”
Maxwell’s hands settled over Garrett’s chest, his touch light and trembling, and Garrett’s breath caught. His fingertips were smooth and uncalloused, and Garrett’s skin caught fire under their tentative touch. Garrett moved his hands to cup Maxwell’s face, kissing him softly and gently and leaning back just far enough to give Maxwell space to explore his body.
After a few moments, Maxwell pressed his palms flat against Garrett’s chest, confident and firm, and Garrett groaned again to let him know how welcome that was. Maxwell’s fingers spasmed, and then he kissed Garrett harder and dragged his hands down his chest and over his abs.
Goddammit, Maxwell’s hands felt good on him. Garrett nipped at Maxwell’s lip and licked into his mouth as Maxwell touched down his body, grabbing and stroking every inch of skin he could get his hands on. Garrett had known Maxwell was eager, and he’d known Maxwell wanted him, but he somehow hadn’t expected Maxwell to actually touch him, to want to feel Garrett as much as Garrett wanted to feel him. When Maxwell scratched his nails lightly over the muscles of Garrett’s lower belly, Garrett tightened his grip on Maxwell’s face and broke the kiss with a strangled gasp.
He pressed his forehead to Maxwell’s, his chest heaving. “Maxwell.”
Maxwell slid the tips of his fingers into the waistband of Garrett’s pants and brushed his lips across Garrett’s as he spoke. “Can I?”
Garrett squeezed his eyes shut as a wave of desire rolled over him. “Fuck, yes.”
Maxwell reached into Garrett’s pants, and it was all Garrett could do to keep from crushing Maxwell against him as the smaller man wrapped his hand around Garrett’s length. Maxwell gasped as he rubbed his thumb over Garrett’s head, and Garrett kissed the almost surprised sound from Maxwell’s lips. It must have been ages since he’d last touched a man. Had he forgotten how much he liked it?
Garrett pressed his forehead against Maxwell’s and stroked his fingers over his jaw as he rocked his hips into Maxwell’s grip. “Fuck, that feels good, baby.”
Maxwell bit his lip as he looked down at Garrett’s mouth, and his hand stuttered over Garrett’s cock. “Garrett, will you…?”
“Will I what, baby?” Garrett ran his fingers up into Maxwell’s hair and then pulled his glasses from his face and set them aside before tangling his fingers back into Maxwell’s short hair. “What do you want?”
“I want—” Maxwell swallowed, then turned his face to nose at Garrett’s wrist. He squeezed his eyes shut, and Garrett felt a flash of concern before Maxwell spoke. “I want you to fuck me.”
Garrett’s cock kicked in Maxwell’s hand, and thank god Garrett had enough self-control to keep from coming right then and there. He had never even heard that filthy word come out of this sweet man’s mouth before, and now he was here with uncertainty in his voice and his hand on Garrett’s length.
Maxwell’s eyes fluttered open again and met Garrett’s. “Please.”
Oh god, Maxwell was going to be the death of him.
“Is that what you want?” Garrett whispered against Maxwell’s lips and thrust into Maxwell’s hand again. “You wanna feel this inside you, baby?”
Maxwell’s whole body shivered. “Yes.”
“Then that’s what I’ll give you.” Garrett dropped his hands from Maxwell’s hair down to the back of his thighs and hoisted him into his arms. Maxwell gasped and wrapped his arms around Garrett’s neck, but Garrett wasn’t going to drop him, and they weren’t going far. “I’ll make you feel so good, sweetheart.”
He dumped Maxwell onto his back on the bed and paused for a moment to admire the sight. How many times had he fantasized about just this view? About Maxwell looking up at him from the top of his mattress—a little nervous, a lot excited—with his lower lip bit and the front of his pants straining to contain him.
But he took too long, and Maxwell’s brows pinched. “Garrett.”
Right, Garrett was getting emotional, and that’s not what they were. Maxwell didn’t want this if that’s what it was. So he smiled the crooked smile he knew Maxwell liked and started crawling over him on the bed.
He nudged Maxwell’s legs apart first and nosed along the outline of his cock.
“Garrett,” Maxwell gasped, and his hands shot down to scrabble for purchase on Garrett’s short hair.
Garrett smirked. That tone of voice was more like it. He nosed and nuzzled a little more along Maxwell’s covered length and then opened his pants up and mouthed over his underwear. Maxwell’s hips trembled under his hands, and excitement bubbled in Garrett’s chest.
He was so fucking sensitive.
If he hadn’t even been kissed in years, then it stood to reason that he hadn’t been sucked off in years either. And he definitely wouldn’t have been fucked.
Garrett was going to have to go slow with him. Gentle. He groaned as he pulled Maxwell’s pants and underwear down, and Maxwell lifted his hips to help him. Gentle was all he’d ever wanted to be with this man.
“Take off your shirt,” Garrett ordered with a nip to the inside of Maxwell’s knee as he finished pulling Maxwell’s pants off, along with his shoes and socks. Maxwell quickly stripped it off, and Garrett plucked it from his hands before he could throw it away and tossed it into the basket in the corner. He’d get around to doing a load eventually. He licked his lips as he dragged his eyes down Maxwell’s slim, exposed body. “There you are.”
