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“Fuck, Maxwell, you’re gonna kill me.” Garrett groaned and dropped his hands to Maxwell’s ass. He kneaded into his muscles for a moment and then hoisted Maxwell up into his arms. Maxwell wrapped his arms around Garrett’s neck but didn’t stop his line of kisses down to the hollow of Garrett’s throat. Garrett pivoted them around and, after a quick few steps, sat Maxwell down on the counter. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this?”
“About what?” Maxwell drew Garrett between his spread thighs as he kissed over to the other side of Garrett’s throat.
“About making out with you in the middle of your clinic.” Garrett rocked his hips up into Maxwell’s, and Maxwell gasped against the spot under his ear. He nipped Garrett’s earlobe, and Garrett shuddered and returned the favor, licking along the shell of Maxwell’s ear before breathing hotly into it. “About you being so desperate for me, you didn’t even care that anyone could walk in.”
Horror zipped up Maxwell’s spine, and he shoved Garrett’s chest. “Wait, can—”
“No, no, no, I’ve locked the door.” Garrett laughed and caught Maxwell’s hands. “No one’s going to walk in. That was never part of the fantasy anyway.”
“You just said it was.” Maxwell tried to scowl, but the expression wouldn’t stay on his face as Garrett kissed his fingers, then his palm, and then up his forearm, pushing Maxwell’s sleeve out of his way and following a spiral of dark blue.
“No, the fantasy was that you were too desperate to care that anyone could walk in, not that anyone ever did walk in.” Garrett followed the ribbon of blue up to the crook of Maxwell’s elbow and flicked his tongue against the sensitive skin, making Maxwell shiver. “Can I see how far down these colors go?”
Maxwell nodded and started undoing the buttons on his shirt. “I tried not to let myself fantasize.”
“Why not?” Garrett nudged Maxwell’s hands aside and started undoing the buttons himself, pressing his lips to each exposed patch of skin as he went down.
“It felt dangerous.” Maxwell let his eyes fall shut under Garrett’s soft kisses and hooked his feet around Garrett’s hips to pull him closer.
Garrett rewarded him with a teasing roll of his hips and rubbed their covered lengths together. “Why?”
“Because if I fantasized about being with you, then I’d be admitting I wanted to be with you.” Maxwell let out a gasp as Garrett gently closed his teeth around Maxwell’s nipple and teased the tight bud with the tip of his tongue. He tangled his fingers in Garrett’s short hair and arched his back. “And if I admitted I wanted to be with you, then you’d have power over me, and I was too afraid of that.”
“But you’re not afraid now.” Garrett soothed Maxwell’s hardened nipple with the pad of his tongue, then finished the buttons and pushed the shirt off his shoulders. “There’s not a speck of black on you.”
“No,” Maxwell agreed. In this moment, right now, with Garrett surrounding him and crowding him in on the counter, he wasn’t afraid of anything in the world.
Garrett smiled that smile that made Maxwell’s heart race and reached for the button on Maxwell’s pants. “Unless the black is farther down. Maybe I should check.”
Maxwell bit his lip and slid his hips a little closer to the edge of the counter. “If you want.”
“I like to be thorough.” Garrett dropped his head to Maxwell’s neck and mouthed at his throat as he slowly undid Maxwell’s pants. Maxwell could already feel his length straining against his underwear, hot and hard and ready.
“Garrett,” Maxwell moaned and tangled his fingers in the front of Garrett’s shirt as Garrett finally eased his zipper all the way down.
“God, I love how you say my name, baby,” Garrett growled into Maxwell’s neck and grabbed his hips. He massaged Maxwell’s hipbones with his thumbs and then hooked his fingers around the waistband of Maxwell’s pants and underwear. “Help me get these off you.”
Maxwell released Garrett’s shirt and braced his hands behind him so he could lift his hips enough for Garrett to strip him bare. Garrett tossed the clothes to the side and, in one smooth motion, pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it in the pile too.
Maxwell’s mouth went dry at the sight. As much as Maxwell had fought his fantasies, he hadn’t been able to control his dreams, and Garrett’s perfectly defined muscles under his tanned skin, littered with just enough scars and freckles to make him real, had figured more prominently than Maxwell could admit. God, but the man was gorgeous. Sinfully, perfectly gorgeous, and judging by the unfair dimples on his cheeks, he knew it.
“You want something, baby?” Garrett smiled as he tangled his fingers into the hand Maxwell hadn’t even realized he’d been reaching out with.
“Yes.” Maxwell pulled Garrett in and reached for his pants, shoving aside his insecurity and his shyness. “I want every inch of you.”
“Mm, every inch of me or every inch of my cock?” Garrett ran the fingers of both hands up into Maxwell’s hair and pressed their foreheads together so they could both look down at where Maxwell’s shaking hands were opening his pants up.
Maxwell closed his eyes as desire pulsed through him at the memory of Garrett sliding into him. He plunged his hand down the front of Garrett’s underwear and wrapped his palm around his hot length. “Both.”
“Oh god.” Garrett gasped and thrust his hips up into Maxwell’s grip. Maxwell watched Garrett’s face as he pumped his cock, the head already sticky with precum. He should have done this so much sooner. Watching Garrett’s face contort in pleasure as he tried to control himself but also lost himself to it made Maxwell curse himself for not giving this to Garrett earlier—months, years, earlier.
Garrett deserved all the pleasure in the world.
This sweet, patient, strong, protective, gentle man should have been reminded every day how special he was and how amazing.
Maxwell should have been reminding him of that.
With a growl in his throat, Maxwell grabbed both of Garrett’s shoulders and pushed him back from the counter. Garrett’s lust-hazed eyes blinked at him, adorably confused, but Maxwell didn’t explain. He hopped off the counter and pushed Garrett back again until the back of his legs hit Maxwell’s desk chair and he sat heavily down on it.
