Page 14 of Survival Game

“Kyle?” He waited as Kyle turned swiftly and a look of relief passed over his face when he saw it was Eric.

“Hi. What are you doing here?” Kyle moved away from the window and smiled softly. “Can’t keep away, huh?”

Eric walked into the room and laid his jacket on the chair. “I wanted to see how you were doing. And find out if there was any news about Ryan. I imagine things have been a little chaotic here today.”

Kyle waved a black-fingernail-tipped hand. He had long fingers, and Eric had seen their dexterity first-hand when Kyle had done his card tricks. A fleeting flash of lust passed through Eric as he wondered what those fingers would feel like milking his cock.

He realised Kyle was talking and brought himself out of his fantasy.

“Not too bad. Rufus and Greg helped offload all the deliveries and get the paperwork done while I made sure the club was ready for opening. The bar needed restocking, like badly, so I gave Jim a hand with that too.”

Rufus and Greg were the club’s bouncers, both fond of Ryan and Kyle. The head bartender, Jim, was a six-foot muscleman, bald and scary looking, but soft as a pussycat—until you messed with him.

Ryan had a good crew working for him.

“You heard from Lenny?” Eric wandered closer to Kyle, and now saw the dark circles under his eyes and the pallor of his face. The man looked exhausted.

Kyle nodded. “Yeah, Lenny called, said Mango had arrived. I haven’t heard anything since, but he said Ryan was fine for now. He sounded worried but I didn’t push him. Apparently, Ryan’s gonna need some surgery but he didn’t elaborate. Ryan wanted to tell me about it himself.” Kyle huffed. “I don’t know how that’s supposed to comfort me. Now I have these horrible thoughts about cancer, or brain tumours and shit. I mean this is Ryan we’re talking about.” He stopped suddenly and looked uncomfortable, as if he’d said too much.

Eric hadn’t missed the tremor in Kyle’s voice. Quietly, he asked, “Have you eaten today? Taken a break?”

Kyle closed his eyes momentarily. “I actually can’t remember. Greg offered me a doughnut at some stage but I wasn’t hungry. I think he said he’d put it down here somewhere for me for later.” His eyes roamed the office, looking for the pastry. Eric chuckled and walked over to the desk. He moved a wad of paperwork to reveal a Krispy Kreme doughnut box.

“It’s not exactly what I’d call sustenance, but it’s sweet and better than nothing.” He picked up the box and handed it to Kyle. “Eat. I’ll make you a black coffee. Ryan’s still got that fancy coffee maker here, hasn’t he?”

Kyle swiped the box, opened it and stuffed the doughnut in his mouth. “Yeah, it’s in the corner over there.” The words were barely distinguishable as he chewed, and he gave a deep groan that immediately had Eric thinking he’d like to be the one that made Kyle groan that way.

“Oh my God, these things are decadent but they taste so good. I could never have another thing in my mouth other than this.” He burped, and gave Eric an apologetic smile as he fiddled with the coffee machine. “Sorry, and ignore that last comment. There are some other things I’d like to have in my mouth.” He laughed softly.

Eric was glad to see Kyle relaxing but his comment caused desire to flood Eric’s body. Those lips wrapped around his cock? Now there was a scenario he could get on board with.

Down boy, he chastised himself. You’re supposed to be giving moral support, not perving over everything he says. He brought a cup of black coffee over to Kyle, who took it gratefully.

“Ta.” He took a gulp and made another one of those throaty moans. Eric shifted uncomfortably and sat down on the corner of the desk, hoping the bulge in his trousers didn’t show too much.

“Was that the only one?” Kyle peered over his shoulder at the desktop. “Greg didn’t surprise me with another?”

There were remnants of white, powdery sugar on Kyle’s lips, and Eric couldn’t resist. “You have something on your lips,” he murmured. He ran his thumb across the dusting and watched as Kyle’s eyes darkened. He looked wary but not afraid.

“I’d like to kiss you,” Eric said softly. “I don’t want to scare you though. So if you say no, I’ll listen. You have my word.”

Kyle’s breathing hitched, then with a slow smile he nodded and pulled Eric’s face down to his.

Eric gave a soft gasp as their lips touched. He licked the seam of Kyle’s luscious lips and his tongue came out, taunting Eric’s with warm, fragrant sweetness.

Eric reached out, pulling Kyle between his legs, cupping that firm arse in his hands. Kyle moaned and his kisses became frenzied.

God, he’s devouring me, sucking me in.

When they drew apart, Kyle gave a low laugh. “Wow, I didn’t expect that.”

Eric stared into violet eyes that were languid and glazed. “You should have. That powder on your lips begged to be kissed off.”

Kyle’s hands, which had been on his shoulders, moved to encircle his neck. “I think I might still have a smidgen of it left.”

This time it was Kyle that took the initiative, and before long, Eric’s head was swimming in a frothy swirl of desire and need. Kyle rubbed Eric’s groin, and fenced him in against the wall. Eric’s cock was loving where things were heading and he worried that before long he’d be left with nothing but a sticky mess in his trousers.

Pulling his mouth away from a hungry Kyle, who really seemed to love kissing, he managed to gasp out. “Hang on. I need a breath before I blow my load right here.”