“It’s a relief being with you.”
“A relief?”
Hector nodded. “I’ve always had to watch myself around you. I had to be careful not to be too affectionate, physically or otherwise. Had to be sure not to get caught staring at your cute little butt. I don’t have to worry about that anymore. I can be close to you, touch you all I want.”
“And stare at my butt?”
“Yep,” he said with a roguish grin. “And it’s okay. No more holding back.”
Miguel looked down, gathering his nerve for what he wanted to ask. “No more holding back…at all?”
Hector braced both hands on the side of the truck next to Miguel’s head, boxing him in. He leaned in close. “I think we’ve restrained ourselves long enough.”
Miguel reached out, curling his fingers into the material of Hector’s shirt. “Me too,” he whispered back. He glanced up into Hector’s dark eyes. The desire and attraction there were unmistakable. And it made Miguel feel so good that look was for him. That Hector wanted him.
Need made him tighten his grip on the shirt he held. He couldn’t put his feelings into words. But when he slowly ran his tongue over his bottom lip, Hector got the message.
He brought their lips together in a kiss, slow and deep. Miguel’s eyes drifted closed, and he arched his body up, trying to get even closer. Hector dropped his hands from the truck to grasp Miguel by the waist. He pressed their hips together, lightly grinding against him as they kissed. Miguel quietly moaned into their kiss, his body flushing hot with desire. A surprised gasp slipped from his throat when Hector cupped his ass, fingers dangerously close to dipping between his cheeks. He wanted to feel his lover’s touch there, his fingers, his cock. He wanted it all, and he didn’t want to wait any longer.
Miguel pulled back and slowly lifted his lashes to meet Hector’s gaze again. “No more holding back,” he said softly. They stared at each other, the knowledge of what they both wanted silently hanging between them.
Hector squeezed Miguel’s ass once before he finally let him go. “Let’s go home.”
***
They talked on the short drive home, about the movie they’d just watched and the others in the trilogy. But the closer they got to Hector’s apartment, the quieter they became. By the time they made it to his front door, they weren’t talking at all. Hector knew what he was thinking about. And he was pretty sure Miguel was thinking the same. They’d gone out on a date, and now they were back at his place.
After a couple of weeks spent making out and the charged moment in the movie theater parking lot, Hector was ready to take their physical intimacy to the next level. But it was a big step, more so than their make-out sessions. It stood to reason they’d both be nervous. They’d talked about it during one of their previous conversations on what they expected from their changed relationship. Discussed the use of condoms and whether or not Miguel liked penetration. He’d told Hector that he did and gone even further to say that, except for rare times, he was strictly a bottom. Hector was fine with that. He figured it might take some time until he was ready to consider being topped. He’d been honest about that as well.
In the living room, Miguel cleared his throat. “I had fun.”
“Me too.” Silence fell again. Then a grin curled Miguel’s lips.
“Are you going to walk me to my door and kiss me goodnight?”
Hector answered Miguel’s mischievous grin with one of his own. “Of course.” He followed close behind Miguel the three steps it took to get to the bedroom door. Miguel turned to face him, and Hector immediately pulled him into his arms, leaning down for a kiss. He loved holding Miguel, his small frame with toned muscles and warm skin felt so right. Their kiss was just as passionate as every other they’d shared. Except this one was heightened by the fact that they knew they were going to go farther tonight. To his surprise, Miguel pulled back. Hector groaned a protest and followed for one more kiss. When Miguel pulled back again, Hector reluctantly let him go. He watched as Miguel licked his lips, chest pumping with short, quick breaths.
“Do you want to come in?”
“Do you want me to?”
Miguel licked his lip again as he nodded.
Hector bent low and took that full bottom lip into his mouth, lightly tugging on it with his teeth as he reached behind Miguel to open the bedroom door. Still kissing, he walked Miguel backward into the room. He let him go long enough to turn on the small bedside lamp. Hector brought him close again to put his hands on Miguel’s narrow waist. He slid them up, taking his shirt along for the ride. Miguel raised his arms to help Hector get the shirt the rest of the way off.
“You sure you’re okay with this?” Miguel asked once his head cleared the shirt.
“Yeah. Just go easy on me. It’s my first time.”
Miguel laughed, tugging him down into a quick kiss. Hector pulled his own shirt over his head then dragged Miguel onto the bed with him. They worked to get Miguel’s jeans off, leaving him there in his underwear. Miguel put a hand on the waistband of his red briefs.
“I can leave these on for a while if you want.”
Hector shook his head. “No, I want to see you.” He tugged them off Miguel’s hips and down his legs then tossed them to the side. Hector looked at his boyfriend, completely naked in front of him for the first time. His body was deliciously tight and compact, graced with warm brown skin, flushed with arousal. Hector traced a hand down Miguel’s flat stomach, one finger following the soft line of dark hair that started beneath his navel. When he reached the neatly trimmed black curls of his pubic area, Miguel shifted and made a small noise. Hector looked up at him. “Is something wrong?”
“No. I just… I keep feeling like I should apologize.”
“For what?”