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Excerpt from my story, The Chase.
“I like proper museums, you know, like the ones in London, dinosaurs, fossils and stuff.”
“God, I haven’t been there for years.” Robert turned. “We should go.”
“Yeah, that would be fun.” Steve smiled. The thought of a trip to London appealed. Maybe they’d share a hotel room, drink too much and end up rolling into bed again. His cock thickened. Damn, what was it with him tonight? He was so horny. Any thought of sex had him preparing to hammer nails.
“I’ll have a look at hotels, see if I can get us a deal,” Robert said. “We’ll get the train.”
“Mmm...” Steve could picture it now—a dark, warm room, him bent over. Exactly how Robert had described earlier; spanked, prepared, trembling with need.
“You okay?” Robert stepped close, real close, and looked down at Steve.
Steve swallowed and longing grew in his belly as the image in his mind moved on to Robert sinking his glorious thick cock deep into his arsehole.
The blue-tinged lights from the sign on the museum shone down on Robert’s face, highlighting his strong features and the denseness of his black stubble. Heat from his breath and his body radiated towards him. He was so big; Steve had always felt engulfed by Robert, consumed by his physical strength. He loved that about him.
“Yeah, just been a long time since we had a weekend together, that’s all.”
“Too long.” Robert reached up and stroked the back of his index finger down Steve’s cheek.
The gesture was small but it weakened Steve’s knees. Every tiny patch of his skin that Robert touched felt on fire and his cock went from semi to full hardness.
“Too long since,” Steve repeated.
Robert licked his lips, leaving a light sheen on them.
Steve stared at them and remembered when they were his lips to kiss—his lips to slide his cock between. “Fuck!” Robert said, his eyes flashing.
“What?” Steve felt like his heart was going to thump right out of his chest.
What was going on? Was Robert going to admit there was still something between them? Did he feel it too, this growing need and lust?
“I...” Robert shook his head.
Robert frowned then took Steve’s face in his hands and hauled him closer.
Steve gasped and pressed his palms on Robert’s jacket, feeling the dense muscle beneath the cool leather.
Their toes touched. They were both breathing hard, the air misting between them.
“I need...” Robert whispered.
“What?” Steve asked again, knowing full well what Robert needed—and it was the same thing as him.
“I need to kiss you. So long...for so long I’ve wanted to kiss you again, Steve. Please.”
“Yes, kiss me, fuck...” Steve clenched his fists, bunching Robert’s jacket. “Kiss me now.”