When the men meet at the bar where Hunter plays guitar in a band, they spark immediately, the attraction fierce and sudden. Can it last when the two of them are at very different places in their lives? Hunter has his music, his business, whereas Jeff is just starting out, looking into his options after mustering out of the military.
Can Jeff and Hunter compromise so they can stay together? Or do they even want to?
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He led Jeff upstairs, turning at the top to look back, smiling. “I’m going to kiss you.”
“I sure hope so.”
Hunter reached out, tilted Jeff’s face and took a long, slow kiss. Oh, yeah. Strong. Male. Hot. Good. Jeff whimpered and suddenly Hunter found himself pressed against the wall, Jeff eager and hot, strong, untutored. He met that strength head-on, opening, offering Jeff a taste. His mouth was filled with a moan first, then Jeff’s tongue swept through, plundering.
Oh, fuck. The kid was hungry. Hunter appreciated that in a man. He wrapped one hand around Jeff’s neck, pulled them closer together. One of Jeff’s hands pressed against the wall beside his head, the other one grabbed his hip, tugging him into pumping hips.
Oh, sweet fuck, yes. Sure as shit, though, if Jeff creamed those jeans, things would get weird. Best to move this along. Hunter lifted his head, panting. “Inside. Less clothes, yeah?”
Those pretty blue eyes looked a little wild for a moment, then Jeff backed off, swallowing and nodding.
“Yeah.” Hunter brushed the corner of Jeff’s mouth with his lips. “So fucking hot.”
Then he opened the door and let Jeff into the big, open loft.
Jeff looked around in about three seconds flat. “Nice place.” Then their lips were together again, while Jeff’s hands tugged his shirt out of his pants. He moaned and nodded, fingers sliding over strong, hot muscles as he got Jeff’s shirt right off. Jeff pushed him into the wall by the door, rubbing against him again, fingers sliding up along his sides and belly.
“Mmm…’s good.” He worked the kid’s belt buckle open, then started in on the jeans.
“Yeah.” Jeff licked at his lips before pushing an insistent tongue back into his mouth.
Hunter got the fly down on those jeans at about the same time he started sucking on Jeff’s tongue, just humming with pleasure. Jeff made a strangled sound, body slamming against him as a fine, fat prick surged into his hand. Oh. Oh, yeah. Come on, baby. It’s good. He kept sucking, pumping, rubbing away.
Jeff made another one of those sounds, hips working hard, pushing, even after a ripple went through Jeff, heat splashing over Hunter’s hand.
“Mmm… Yeah.” He inhaled the scent of male—strong, arousing, heady.
Jeff nodded, fingers fumbling against his jeans. “’S been a while,” the kid muttered, gaze on his hands.
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