Colt kissed him, humming deep in his chest, one hand sliding over his hip and he returned it, in no hurry, enjoying how Colt’s kisses were always so deliberate. Like they were everything. Like Colt could be perfectly happy if that’s all he ever got from Kyle. It fascinated him, how this man seemed to be so present, nowhere but right here, right now.
He settled with a sigh, limbs tangled up with Colt’s, hands working the muscles gently anywhere they could. “That was off the charts, baby.” He chuckled softly. “Way off.”
“Mm-hmm. Magic.” Colt winked at him, rubbed their noses together. “Good end to a work day.”
“That’s for sure. How was your session? That band seems like a bunch of characters.”
“Good. Good. They know what they need, and they ain’t stubborn about other folks coming with ideas.”
“I bet you have a lot of ideas. Are you just playing guitar?” Someone with Colt’s passion for music had to be creative.
“With them? Mostly. They ain’t writers or looking for mandolin or banjo or nothing, but that’s cool. They like to jam.”
“You also play mandolin and banjo?” He wasn’t surprised at all.
“I play piano, mouth harp, guitar—acoustic, electric, and steel. Bass, mandolin, banjo. I pass on a fiddle okay, but it ain’t my thing.” Colt grinned, rubbing against him nice and slow. “I like to play.”
He grinned, letting Colt play all he liked. “Yes, I see that. So you’re a session musician. Are they making an album? Is it all blues? How many tracks are they putting down?”
“They are. It’s sort of blues, sort of folk, a little ska. Indie stuff, with soul. We’ve laid down thirteen. I think they want five more, and then I got to find a new place to play. Timmy, the studio guy? He says I can stay with him if I find a longer gig.”
“That’s cool. You got any nibbles? If you don’t, I have a project I’m working on I need a guitar for. It’s… it might not be your thing, and it’s short-term, but it’s work.” He shrugged. But if it was Colt’s thing? Jesus, it could be incredible.
“Sure.” No hesitation, not even a second. “Playing is what I am. I would play for you.”
“Yeah? Well, you see what Timmy can hook you up with, and then we can talk money and work out a schedule.”And that’ll keep you in town a few more days.He slid his toes along Colt’s calf.
“Okay. I don’t love hotels. I don’t get to cook here, and that’s no fun.”
“It’s not at all! I cook too. We should make dinner sometime.”
“Mm-hmm. I like that. Yes. You say when, I’m there.”
“Mmm. Friday night. Think about what you want to make for me, and we’ll shop first. After my dance studio, the kitchen is my favorite room in the house. It’s laid out just perfectly to get things done. There’s a ton of counter space to roll things out, or for prep work or whatever. I cook all kinds of things.”
He might be a dancer, but he was every inch an athlete, and he ate like one. Healthy, but he wasn’t shy about seconds, and he didn’t worry too much about cheating. He danced at minimum two hours a day, and on a regular day he was up around five or six. He could handle dessert with the best of them.
That said, though? With Colt around, the bedroom was quickly making its way to the top of his list of favorite places to be.
“I like it. I cook all the things—gumbo, étouffée, chilis. I can cook a whole pig and a gator, both.”
“I don’t think I need a whole gator.” He laughed. Imagine that? “But thanks for thinking of me.”
“Ain’t nobody needs one, lest they’re starving, cher. It’s fishy chickeny tasting.”
“So stick with fish or chicken. Fish sounds great. Let’s do surf and turf Friday. You do something with fish, and I’ll grill us a couple of fat steaks. What do you think?” With roasted potatoes or something. Oh, that sounded so good. Or maybe he was just hungry.
“Surely can. Y’all got a fish market or what?” Colt’s belly began to rumble, and he laughed, the sound joyous. “We’re making me hungry, cher.”
“We’re making me hungry too, music man. You want to head out and find some food? Or we could get room service or order a pizza… I’m easy.” So easy. “Especially when you’re around, it seems.” He slid a hand over Colt’s chest, tracing the contours.
“What you like? I could be naked with you for hours and just munch and talk and learn all the things.”
“Room service, then.” He smiled at Colt. “I like the sound of being lazy with you. So something easy to eat in bed, hm? Where’s your menu?”
“Hrm. Where’d I put that book deal….” Colt rolled up and started digging through drawers, giving him a view of that tight ass. He could just… mm. Damn. He really could.
“No rush.”