Colt nodded, the motion desperate, eyes wide as they stared into him. “C’est bon, cher. Good. All good.”
“All good? Good. Thank fuck.” On his next thrust he sank deep, balls slapping Colt’s ass, and then he picked up a powerful rhythm, setting all that tension free and chasing his need.
Colt fought to match him, meet his thrusts, one after another, teeth bared as they moved together. Oh, Colt didn’t need to work so hard, but the guy’s face was pure sex, and Kyle was totally enjoying it. He took it up a notch, reaching into blow-Colt’s-mind territory, and wrapped a firm hand around Colt’s erection, feeling it press willingly into his palm, hard and heavy.
For the first time, Colt’s eyes rolled up, that laser-focus hiccupping.
“Beautiful.” He stroked up the full length, giving Colt the pressure that body was begging for. So fucking hot. He hadn’t realized how Colt’s intense eye contact had been keeping him grounded, but without it, he slipped right out of his head, finally concentrating on his own undeniable need. That had an intensity all its own. Colt’s heat clung to him, making him groan with nearly every stroke.
Colt’s sounds joined his, sliding underneath them and lifting them up, the percussion of their skin slapping keeping time. He shifted, ducking out from under Colt’s leg and letting it fall, moving over Colt to take those trembling, full lips in a kiss. Colt wrapped around him with the softest cry, tongue tangling with his. So hungry. How could anyone resist this?
He wouldn’t know how even if he wanted to, and he didn’t try. He sank right into it, letting the rhythm and their strange harmony consume him. “Colt!”
“Yeah, cher. Fill me up.” Colt’s body tightened, gripping him like a fist.
He grunted and dug in deep, pounding into Colt the way he’d imagined since their first kiss in the bar. He tried to keep himself in check just enough to make sure Colt was with him, though. Fuck, he loved a photo finish, and Colt seemed like he was in total agreement, jerking and grunting out a warning before he shot.
He only got to enjoy the stunned look on Colt’s face for a second before his eyes crossed, sound was muffled, and every thought in his mind was yanked down into his balls. His orgasm was both painful and perfect for a long, lovely moment, and then it was all relief as he slowly remembered to breathe again.
“Mmm. So fine, cher. Tore my ass up.” Colt’s voice was pure postorgasm slur.
“Fuck yeah, I did.” He kissed Colt again, still pretty breathless. “You are irresistible.” He rolled out of bed for a quick second to clean up, then got back before anything had a chance to get cold. He tangled up with Colt again and looked down at him.
Colt traced his ink, the black shoulder sleeve one tribal animal after another. He watched, the callused finger rough against his skin. “It’s a work in progress.” He loved it. He loved dreaming up what was going on his skin next. He loved that it set him apart from the purely classical dancers. He loved that it pissed his father off.
“It’s fucking hot. I’m scared of needles, me, or I’d get one.”
“Thanks. I’m pretty proud of it. I like all your pristine skin, baby, no reason to mark it up if it’s not your thing. What would you get if you were into it?”
“Music.” That took no time. Someone had thought about this.
Kyle nodded, wondering if there was a reason Colt was afraid of needles or whether it was just a generalized thing. If he’d thought that hard about it, maybe he just needed someone to give him some courage. “Music notes? A particular piece of music? A guitar?”
“Score for ‘Hellhound on my Trail,’ no question. Robert Johnson makes my soul sing.”
“Oh, wow. A whole score would be so cool.” He really thought it would, just a blanket of music. “But that’s a long project and a lot of ink for someone who doesn’t—what’s your thing with needles? Just get nervous?” He kind of regretted asking as soon as he’d done it; he barely knew Colt. But then again, Colt had brought it up, right?
“I don’t know. I just know that when I went and saw? Lawd, cher, I couldn’t do it.”
“That’s fair. But nothing worth doing is easy, baby. You can do anything if you want it bad enough.” He gave Colt a wink and a grin. “But that’s not a project you want to start and then find out you don’t want it bad enough.”
“True that. I do like yours, though. They’re fine.” Colt’s fingers danced over the ink, playing with him.
“Well, if you’re ever in town when I’m getting more, I’ll invite you along to watch.” He hovered over Colt’s lips for breath before kissing him.
Colt groaned softly, lips parting again like he was meant to be kissed, like there was nothing on earth Colt wanted more right now.
There was such truth in Colt. He couldn’t steal a kiss that was freely given; he wasn’t concerned with later when Colt made right now so important. Being with Colt was like familiar steps set to entirely new music.
“Are you staying? I mean, I’d love it if you stayed. If you want to.” Colt wasn’t his first fly-by-night musician. They always had a gig to be at or a bar calling them. Itchy fingers, itchy feet. He didn’t read people well all the time, but it felt like Colt wasn’t in a hurry.
“I want.” Colt pulled his bottom lip in, sucked gently. “I got to be at the studio in the morning. I got all night.”
“Mmm. I’ll take it.” He’d take the rest of that kiss, too, and whatever else he might get.
3
Colt wokeup in a rush, sucking in air as he fought to figure out where the fuck he was this time.