David's Dilemma

...In the near dark of the car, Travis smiled at David. Unsure if he should make the first move, he hung back. “Jesus, you look good.” Mouthwatering. And Travis’s mouth was definitely watering for a taste of David.

“You, too.”

For a moment, both men just sat and stared, taking in their clothes, the way their hair looked, their eyes as they devoured each other. It was long and painful, and blissfully sweet.

“I’ve missed you.” David leaned forward and cupped Travis’s cheek.

God, it was so warm and tender, and Travis’s cock jerked at David’s touch. Travis leaned into David’s palm, rubbing his face up and down, trying to get closer. David’s thumb played over Travis’s bottom lip.

He gave David’s thumb a hard nip, then sucked it into his mouth. Travis moaned. David moaned. Travis sucked harder. David hissed, pulled out his finger, and brushed his lip again, leaving a moist trail behind.

Eyes locked, vision narrowed to each other’s faces, they leaned forward and their lips met in a soft prayer of desire and need.

Travis had never been kissed with so much tenderness, so much longing, and so much love. He didn’t know if David would ever say the words Travis had only dreamed of hearing, but David’s kiss told all.

Travis slipped his tongue along the seam of David’s moist mouth, and David opened for him. Travis plunged his tongue inside and, surrendering to Travis, David melted into him, giving up, letting Travis control the kiss and more.

David’s hands slipped around Travis’s neck, pulling him nearer. Travis buried one hand in David’s thick hair, and rested the other on David’s hip. The kiss lasted, deep and fully seated, until neither of them could breathe and they had to part by necessity.

“Christ.” Travis sighed and rested his head against David’s forehead.

“Ditto.” David gave a soft laugh. “More…I need more.” Then he tilted his head and found Travis’s lips again.

Travis opened his mouth, letting David explore, learning his taste. David took his time in a leisurely journey over Travis’s tongue, across his palate, touching each tooth. Their tongues danced in and out to a tune only their sensitive flesh could hear.

David was delicious, just as Travis had imagined he’d be, but better. So much better because this was real. David was here, in Travis’s car, eager, hungry and willing.

They couldn’t get close enough. At least Travis couldn’t, not with the damn console between them. He broke their kiss again, sucked down air, then swore.

“Backseat,” Travis ordered.

David let go and crawled into the back. Travis tumbled after him, laughing. Oh, God, it was as if they were sixteen again and going to make out in the backseat of his car, and he couldn’t wait.

Travis landed on top of David, who’d stretched out on the seat, God bless him.

“This is nice.” Travis sighed as he looked down into David’s eyes.

“Uh-huh.” David wiggled underneath him, and Travis felt David’s erection against his thigh.

“Oh, God, you’re like a fucking rod, baby.” This time it was Travis’s turn to rub his own hardness against David.

“Look who’s talking.” David laughed.

“Stop laughing. It isn’t funny.” Travis’s laugh sputtered from his lips.

“It’s not?”

“No. Of course not.” Travis tried to retain some dignity.

“Right. Two forty-year-old men humping each other in the back seat of a…” David looked around. “What the hell kind of car is this?”

“A Toyota Avalon.”

“Nice.” David gave a slow whistle. “I’m impressed.”

“Don’t be. It’s a cop car. A plain vanilla sedan.”

“Thank God for vanilla sedans.” David grinned up at him. “They have large backseats.” Then he humped against Travis again.