“I know.”
God, he was beautiful. His pale blue eyes sparkled as he worried his red, kiss-swollen bottom lip with his teeth. Eric hated that those plump lips were the result of someone else’s efforts, but not enough to keep himself from wanting to kiss him. To erase all traces of that other man.
Without even realizing what he was doing, Eric bunched the ends of the scarf in his fist and tugged Kyle to him, walking backward until Eric was against a wall. He watched Kyle’s face for one moment, searching for any signs of resistance. All he saw was Kyle’s gaze drifting to Eric’s mouth, and the tip of his tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip.
Their mouths crashed together. Eric probably should have been embarrassed about his lack of control, but he didn’t care. He was frantic, needing to claim Kyle after almost losing him to some pretender with blue hair.
Not that Kyle belonged to him. At all. But right now, with Kyle matching his urgency as they kissed, Eric could pretend. Kyle pressed him hard against the brick building, wedging a thigh between Eric’s legs and letting him feel his arousal. Eric inhaled sharply and moved his hips to gain some friction against his own erection. Kyle moaned into his mouth, then broke the kiss and said, “Is that from watching me make out with another guy?”
Eric didn’t want to answer that. “Come home with me.”
Kyle grinned, then kissed him again. “My place is closer.”
“Your place has a roommate.”
“We both bring people home all the time. We’re used to it.”
Eric shook his head, frustrated by the time they were wasting. “I won’t be able to relax if I think someone is listening. My place.”
“Fine.”
Kyle stepped back, and Eric took his phone out so he could call his car service. When he ended the call, he noticed Kyle hugging himself, clearly freezing.
“You need a parka,” Eric said.
“I have one, I just didn’t wear it because I’m an idiot,” Kyle said.
Eric wrapped his arms around Kyle’s shivering body. Kyle relaxed against him, and Eric closed his eyes. This was nice. They stood like that for a few minutes, not speaking. Kyle turned his head and nuzzled the side of Eric’s neck, which made Eric’s breath hitch.
“You’re warm,” Kyle murmured.
“Glad to be useful.” He wanted to offer to hold Kyle all night. He loved the idea of having Kyle snuggled against him while he slept.
“It might have been fun,” Kyle said, tilting his head up to grin mischievously at him. “If we’d gone to my place. Seeing if you could stay quiet. We could have made a game of it.”
“I don’t want to be quiet.” Eric was shocked by how gruff his voice was. Kyle must have been surprised too, because his eyes went wide.
“Fuck. Where’s that car?”
Eric huffed and kissed him again. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted this, how shamelessly he was behaving. Had he ever been so overcome with lust? He might go down on Kyle in the car.
A black SUV stopped on the street in front of them, and Eric reluctantly released Kyle.
“Oh,” Kyle said faintly. He stepped back and turned toward the car. Eric followed him, dizzy with desire.
He kept the middle seat between them. He didn’t trust himself to behave without the barrier. The partition was up between the back seat and the driver, but Eric wasn’t quite ready to become the kind of guy who had sex in the back of a taxi.
A soft moan from Kyle’s side of the car drew Eric’s attention. Kyle was sitting with his legs spread wide, turned slightly toward Eric, and was unabashedly massaging his cock through his jeans.
Eric watched him silently, hoping his eyes showed his approval. He idly thumbed his bottom lip as he took in the show. When had this become his life? He’d gone from very rare, extremely basic sex with his wife to no sex at all to...this. Being in the company of a gorgeous young man who was so hot for him that he couldn’t even wait until they were home to touch himself.
“Save it,” Eric heard himself whisper. “Wait until I can touch you properly.”
Kyle bit his lip, then said, “You can touch me right now.”
Eric shook his head. “Be patient. I’ll give you whatever you want when we get home.”
Kyle gave himself one more squeeze, then stretched his arm across the top of the backseat. His fingertips brushed the side of Eric’s neck. “Anything?”