“What’s it like?”

Langdon Davies slammed down the lid on his laptop and twisted around in his chair. Normally, if he caught a cute guy peeking over his shoulder while he flicked through some random bits of internet porn, he’d have happily invited the other man to join him. If the guy turned out to be kinky, Langdon wouldn’t have hesitated to suggest they replicate whatever they saw on the screen, too.

Langdon’s heartbeat sped up as he studied the specific young man that stood in his bedroom doorway. He was certainly very cute. He was also completely off limits. “I thought you were going to be at uni, in some lecture all morning,” Langdon said, when he realized he was staring at the boy like a lust-struck fool.

Ivan remained in the doorway. He pushed his hands deeper into his jeans pockets and scuffed the toe of one trainer against the carpet, but he offered no apology for spying on Langdon. “The professor is down with flu.”

“Oh.” Langdon remained half-turned in the desk chair. He cursed himself for not shutting the guestroom door, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to tell Ivan to bugger off.

It was Ivan’s place, or at least the place he shared with his older brother, Talbot. Ivan was twenty years old, no doubt he had the right to stand wherever he wanted. And, as Talbot’s guest, Langdon was…

Damn, but Ivan really was the most stunning guy Langdon had ever set eyes on. No matter how logical or sensible he tried to be about the issue, it was impossible to ignore just how pretty Talbot’s brother was.

Langdon cleared his throat and repeated the same warning he’d given himself every day for the last three weeks. As Talbot’s guest, it would be completely out of order for him to hit on Ivan.

Three years spent together at university might have convinced Langdon that Talbot didn’t care that he was gay, but it had also taught him the other man was hellishly protective of his family.

“Don’t worry,” Langdon said, as neutrally as possible. “I’ll shut the door and keep the noise down. You can study in peace. I won’t disturb you.”

Bugger! Langdon realized just a moment too late that it sounded like a promise to come quietly while he jacked off to downloadable porn. Langdon gritted his teeth and forced himself not to backtrack or try to re-word his statement—his inner dom refused to show that sort of weakness in front of anyone, let alone a man he longed to dominate.

“I saw what you were watching.” Ivan took a step forward, crossing the threshold into Langdon’s temporary bedroom.

Langdon was damned if he’d blush like a teenager. He raised an eyebrow instead. “Don’t tell me it’s the first time you’ve seen two people getting their rocks off online? Does Talbot keep the computer’s parental controls switched on or something?” He wouldn’t have actually put it past Talbot to do that.

Ivan took another pace closer. “What’s it like?” he asked again.

Langdon realized then that he hadn’t answered that question the first time Ivan asked it. He folded his arms and rested them on the back of the chair as he played for time. “What’s what like?”

“Kissing another man.”

Ivan was very fair skinned. It suited his pretty features and went well with his excess of floppy blond hair, it also made it very difficult not to notice when his cheeks turned pink with embarrassment.

The boy bit down on his bottom lip, making his mouth more kissable than ever. Langdon kept his expression bland and thanked any deity watching over him that the images Ivan had glimpsed on the laptop gave him a great excuse for a hard-on that had nothing to do with the net, and everything to do with the man standing before him.

“I…guess it’s not that different to kissing a girl.”

Talbot will have your balls on a platter if you make a move on his little brother.

Langdon repeated that rather more serious warning over and over again inside his head. Talbot had invited him to make use of his guestroom for a few weeks after moving to the city in the hope of finding a new job. He hadn’t invited Langdon to make use of his brother until he established himself on the local leather scene.

Ivan crept closer still. “I never have.”

Langdon shifted as subtly as possible in his chair. His jeans were now uncomfortably tight across his crotch. “You never have what?”

“Kissed a girl.”

Langdon forced a smile. “Well, you shouldn’t have too much trouble finding one who wants to show you how it’s done. You must have every girl in the university throwing herself at you!”

Ivan shrugged. He was already over halfway across Langdon’s bedroom.

Damn, but it had been a long time since Langdon had the chance to hook up with a good sub. Those on the local scene where he’d spent the last few years had proved to be the most manipulative, lying bunch of little bastards he’d ever met.

He’d have been kidding himself if he said he hadn’t hoped to find a new sub as well as a new job up here in the north of the country.

Langdon ran his eyes over Ivan from top to toe and back again. He wasn’t wearing anything special, just jeans and a T-shirt, typical student clothes. But Ivan made them look so good that Langdon would have given almost anything to see the body hidden beneath them.

He’d never felt so drawn to another man in his life. Even a few months of celibacy couldn’t explain it to his satisfaction, and—

“Will you?”

Langdon quickly transferred his attention back to Ivan’s face. “Pardon?”

“Will you show me how it’s done?” Ivan asked.

Their eyes met. The boy looked serious.

“Show you how to kiss a girl?” Langdon frowned. Surely Ivan had realized he was gay? The porn he was watching should have made the penny drop, even if nothing else had. “That’s not really my field of…”

His words faded away as Ivan shook his head.

“Show you how to kiss a guy?” Langdon rephrased.

Ivan now stood less than a yard away from Langdon’s chair. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip before nibbling at it again. He nodded.

“You want me to kiss you?” Langdon checked, leaning back a little, as if an extra few inches of distance between them would make any difference in his current predicament.

“Would you mind?” Ivan murmured. One more step brought him to stand directly alongside Langdon’s chair.

It was damn near impossible for Langdon to remember such vague concepts as being a visitor in his friend’s house. The guestroom faded away until all that remained was Ivan. Even so, Langdon would have liked to have believed himself able to resist the huge temptation that fate placed in front of him.

Then, Ivan knelt. Everything changed. The moment the boy dropped to his knees in front of Langdon, all bets were off. Maybe in Ivan’s world, all he’d done was bring himself to a more easily kissable height for a man sitting in a chair. In Langdon’s version of reality, kneeling in front of another man meant only one thing—submission.

Langdon’s grip on the chair’s back threatened to snap its frame in two. His breath caught in his throat as Ivan tipped back his head and peered up at him. Big blue eyes blinked very slowly, once, then twice.

“Please?”

The idea of self-restraint disappeared from Langdon’s world. The only kind of restraints he could think about were made of leather and would look incredibly hot wrapped around Ivan’s wrists.

Langdon placed his hand high up on the side of Ivan’s neck. His thumb slid back and forth over Ivan’s cheek. It was still early in the day. Ivan had apparently shaved before heading out to his lecture. There wasn’t a hint of stubble on his skin.

Ivan’s eyes fell closed.

Leaning forward in his chair, Langdon dipped his head and brushed his lips against Ivan’s mouth. Until that moment, he’d been able to convince at least part of himself into believing that he’d be able to stop there.

Ivan was a sweet kid, almost unbelievably innocent for his age. All Langdon had done was indulge the boy’s curiosity and given him the most chaste kiss in creation. No harm, no foul. Even Talbot would probably have forgiven him for that.

But, Ivan’s lips slowly parted in invitation. He let out a sweet little whimper, and Langdon was lost. Sliding his hand farther back, he buried his fingers in the younger man’s hair and pulled him forward, just far enough to have Ivan completely off balance.

Ivan gasped. His hands caught hold of Langdon’s arms, but he made no attempt to push him away. He only tried to drag himself closer. His mouth opened a little farther, begging Langdon to deepen the kiss. Very happy to grant that particular request, Langdon ran his tongue across Ivan’s bottom lip before starting to explore Ivan’s mouth in earnest.

So sweet—and not just because it was evident Ivan didn’t have a clue what he was doing or because Langdon knew he’d conquered virgin territory. He literally tasted sweet—just like those cans of fizzy drink he seemed to live on.

Langdon heard himself growl, deep in the back of his throat as he tightened his grip on Ivan’s hair.

A noise somewhere far off in the distance made Langdon frown, but it didn’t inspire any inclination to break the kiss.

“Langdon? Are you here?”

Before Langdon had a chance to process those words, Ivan demanded all of his attention. Sudden panic seemed to consume the younger man. Without warning, he tried to jerked away and escape the embrace.

Langdon released him the moment he asked to be freed, but apparently that wasn’t enough for Ivan. He pushed himself away from Langdon once more. Unable to keep his balance without Langdon’s help, he toppled backward.

Even then, Ivan didn’t stop. He scrambled away until his shoulder hit the bedframe. Before Langdon could say a word to try to calm him down and reassure him that it was no big deal if he was, or wasn’t, as gay as he’d thought he might be, Ivan had pulled himself up onto the bed, grabbed a book off Langdon’s nightstand and dropped it on his own lap.

“You are here,” Talbot grumbled from the still open doorway. “Answer a man when he shouts, will you?”

Langdon glanced toward Ivan. The boy had quick reactions and a good head in an emergency, too. There weren’t many men who’d both kissed Langdon and saved him from being castrated in the matter of a few minutes.