“Um.” Dinner. And something fun. “You’re Midtown, so I’ll come up to you. In Duffy Square on the red stairs in about a half an hour. Sound good?”
“Surely do. I’m all yours, cher.”
“You’re so sweet, Colt.” Genuine. It just kept him grinning. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”
“Sounds good. I’ll be there.” There was a musical whistle and then a click.
“Fantastic.” He danced around his room, dressing quickly in jeans, a tank, and one of his funky dancer T-shirts with the wide neckline. A little off the shoulder was fun, right?
The subway to Times Square took him no time at all, and the next thing he knew he was headed for the big red stairs. They were a landmark for tourists, but he always thought they were oddly romantic at night when all the lights came on.
Colt was there in his white T-shirt and jeans, dark eyes drinking in everything. He looked so good.
“Colt!” he shouted and waved. He picked up the pace, an extra spring in his already happy feet, and climbed the wide steps. “Hi.” He sat down next to Colt, close enough to get an arm around his waist.
“Mmm. Cher.” God, that smile lit up the world. “How’s you?”
“I’m a little tired. Someone kept me up all night, and I worked hard today.” Okay, he’d waited at least thirty seconds. That was plenty. He leaned in and took a quick kiss.
Colt’s hand burned where it touched his thigh, all the way through his jeans. “Bad someone. You want I should beat him?”
“Nope.” Damn. He covered Colt’s hand with his. “I was actually thinking about asking him to do it again.” They could skip dinner. Or have dinner and skip drinks after. Or have drinks at his place after.
Or he could just jump Colt right here on the steps in the middle of Times Square.
Jesus. Last night he was hoping for some fun, and it ended up hot. Tonight he was starting hot, and who knew where it was going. What a fucking score this guy was.
“I like that. You. Me. An encore.”
“Looking forward to it.”You are not seventeen anymore.He was perfectly capable of making himself wait at least until after they’d gotten something to eat. Doing the adult thing. Getting to know this lovely, lovely man sitting next to him even if Colt was making his brain short out just by being so close.
“Uh-huh. Does now work for you?” Colt leaned in close, lips near his ear. “I been sitting on that stool picking all day, feeling the ache of your cock inside me.”
“Oh fuck, Colt.” The air in the city was pretty polluted, but usually there was plenty of it. At the moment, though, none of it was finding its way into his lungs, and his cock pressed right up against his fly. “Yeah. Yeah, now’s…. Jesus.”
“Mmm. You smell like heaven. I could eat you alive, cher, suck you until you beg for mercy.”
“Baby, I could throw you down right here. How close is your hotel, again?” Because he wasn’t going to make it all the way to Christopher Street.
“Come on.” Colt stood and took his hand, hauling him up. He loved how Colt’s fingers burned, how he could feel each individual fingertip.
“That’s the plan.” He took a deep breath and told his boner to cool it, but it didn’t really pay attention, and the walk across the street was pretty awkward. He had the picture in his head now, Colt’s tight curls down between his thighs, and it wasn’t letting him go.
“Uh-huh.” Colt dragged him into a lobby and to an elevator, pushing him right in. “’M on six.”
“Six.” He focused enough to push what he thought was the right button and then leaned back against the doors as they closed, pulling Colt into him. He was already breathless, puffing out air before taking another kiss. Colt tasted like peppermint and coffee and pure unadulterated need.
He pressed his palm into Colt’s groin, pulling it away as the doors opened again. “I’ve got something for you.”
“Mmm. I been hungering for you all day.” Colt wiggled, little ass rocking back and forth like a metronome, tempting him.
“I hear that.” He gripped Colt’s hand tighter. “Room. Go.”
Colt managed to get the card to work, after three tries or so, the light finally going green so the door opened. And it was still closing as Kyle tore open his belt and lowered his fly.
“I liked the sound of that whole begging for mercy thing.” Fuck, his throat was so dry, he could barely get the words out.
“I got this.” Colt hit his knees, fishing Kyle’s cock out and sucking it down in a single, breath-taking, soul-stealing move.