Kevin's Stories, Volume One

“It’s about time!” Kevin exclaimed as Michael exited the car. His husband launched himself so hard at Michael he nearly knocked him off his feet. His dark, cherry-streaked hair was wild and mussed, but his eyeliner and lip gloss were done with an expert hand.

Michael laughed and closed his arms around Kevin, who was now planting kisses all over his face. “Happy to see me?”

“Duh.” Kevin practically crawled up his body. His arms wrapped around Michael’s neck as he pulled him down into a deep kiss.

“Mmm. Strawberry,” Michael murmured. His cock hardened, pressing against his briefs. He wondered if there’d be time for a quickie before dinner.

“Come on.” Kevin grabbed his hand and led him through the door and into the house. He took Michael’s briefcase out of his hand and left it just inside the door. “No way are you doing anything with that other than taking it right back to work with you in the morning.”

“Kevin.”

“I’m serious. No work.” He linked their fingers and led Michael through the dining room and into the kitchen. Kevin gestured with a tip of his head toward the island. Michael noticed a small tube of lube sitting there. “Remember our first time?”

Michael grinned and reached up to loosen his tie. “I’m not likely to forget it. Every single time I’ve had you is forever etched into my brain.”