Page 22 of Survival Game

“Unless you have an early morning shift tomorrow,” Kyle hastened to add. “It’s Monday, so I’m off. I guess you don’t have the same privilege.” He looked hopeful.

“My shift starts at ten,” Eric said quietly.

“Oh.” Kyle seemed uncomfortable. “Look, I’m sorry if I’m moving too fast for you, it’s just…I like you and I’m not one to beat around the bush. I understand if you’d rather let this one go. Just tell me.”

Eric laughed softly. He loved the way Kyle tackled everything head on, and wore his heart (or was it his cock?) on his sleeve. After a few tough years of being unable to care about anyone after Linc, this colourful man was a refreshing change, and Eric couldn’t wait to get to know him better.

Kyle cocked his head. “Was that a ‘I can’t wait to kick him to the kerb’ laugh or a ‘I’m going to take him up on his offer and soon we’ll be naked’ one?”

Eric stood. “It’s an ‘I’m going to take a piss and while I’m gone you get the bill so we can go home together’ laugh.” He watched a grin slide onto Kyle’s handsome face then turned to walk to the bathroom. This guy is going to be a whole load of trouble. But I think I’m ready for it. God, please don’t let me have any nightmares tonight.

Eric hadn’t had any bad dreams in the last week so he was hopeful. The thought of going home with Kyle both exhilarated and scared him. Eric did his business, zipped up and by the time he got back, Kyle was already standing with his jacket slung over his shoulder.

“I thought you were getting the bill?”

“I did. Done and dusted.” Kyle grinned.

“The idea wasn’t that you were paying. How much do I owe you?” Eric reached into his pocket for his wallet. His hand brushed the cock that had been half-hard all night.

Kyle tut-tutted. “Simmer down, gorgeous. You can pay me back later, or get the next one. I thought we could do with getting a move on, that’s all.” His violet eyes flashed, heat visible in their depths.

Even empty, the restaurant seemed small and crowded suddenly and Eric hoped Kyle didn’t live too far. “Let’s go then.” Eric noticed the huskiness in his voice, and from Kyle’s full body shiver, he’d noticed too. “I’m in the mood for a nightcap.”

The taxi ride was so brief that as soon as they were settled inside, they were pulling up to the block of flats where Kyle lived. The building’s façade was old and Victorian.

Eric insisted on paying the taxi driver then followed Kyle inside.

“It’s only four levels,” Kyle explained as they walked up the winding stairs. “Three flats on each floor. Mine is at the end of the fourth floor.” He flashed a wicked grin. “The lift kinda groans when you get in it, so I prefer the stairs most times.”

Eric loved walking behind Kyle. He was almost at full mast already just from watching the globes of the man’s arse as they worked together in tandem temptation.

What this man does to me is criminal.

They stopped in front of a scratched, white oak door and Kyle slid the key in and opened it. He stepped inside, flipped on the light switch then shrugged off his scarf and jacket, and threw his beanie casually on a chair.

“Make yourself at home.” He gestured to the couch. “I’ll grab us a drink. You like whisky?”

Eric nodded as he sat down. “That’s fine, thanks.”

God, he wanted to make a move on Kyle. To grab him, pull him over Eric’s body and kiss the ever-loving fuck out of him. To strip him, see what delights he held hidden beneath those trendy clothes, and to be lust-driven, sweaty beasts together, intent on finding their gratification. The need was so strong Eric could taste it in the air, scent it in the tantalising aroma of spicy cologne and musky male.

Kyle coughed. “Your drink, sir?” He passed the glass to Eric and sat down beside him, close enough that he felt the heat emanating from Kyle’s body. The smirk on his face said he knew exactly what he wanted. Eric imagined he mirrored Kyle’s open desire.

As Eric’s first sip of whisky slid into that mouth, Kyle’s gaze was riveted to Eric’s throat. Those intriguing violet eyes flared as Eric swallowed and Kyle took a sip of his own drink. His tongue came out and licked the remnants of whisky from his lips. Surely intentional, the tease hit its mark, raising Eric’s blood pressure and making his groin ache.

“Maybe the drink can wait.” Kyle’s raspy voice drifted to Eric’s ears like warm air. Kyle—whose hands shook ever so slightly—took Eric’s drink from him.

Eric waited, happy to let Kyle take the lead. Kyle leaned over and ran his pink, wet tongue down the length of Eric’s throat. Kyle’s lips lingered on the throbbing pulse, matching the sensation in Eric’s trousers of his hard-on pressing against his chinos.

“You taste so good,” Kyle whispered as he licked blissful strokes down Eric’s skin. “You should have your own flavour ice cream.”

Eric laughed softly as his hands encircled the other man’s waist and pulled him closer. Kyle went one better, twisting and straddling Eric’s lap, tantalisingly brushing his groin with a tight, round arse.

“I’m not sure about that,” Eric murmured, holding Kyle’s gaze as Eric unzipped Kyle’s jeans, releasing him. Eric swiped his fingers over the tip, loving the velvet-wet smoothness. “I bet you taste just as good.”

Kyle’s pupils expanded, and his breathing quickened.

The kiss that followed was everything Eric could have hoped for. Kyle’s mouth was nubile, eager, and the way he pressed his body against Eric’s with each frantic thrust of tongue drove Eric crazy. He didn’t even hear or feel his own trousers being unzipped, though he saw Kyle rising above him with a desperation borne of need.