All The Right Reasons

Bad Boy

Berk watched him eat.
He had managed to persuade him to stay , after Kit had checked his phone with a quick sigh and a hard set to his fine mouth that told Berk he had better keep his clothes on and behave.
Yeah.
He'd played a slutty move.
He could cool it.
Gorgeous Kitty boy definitely brought out all the hot mischief in him.

It didn't seem to matter what he told himself, or how much he tried to tone it down.

One look from those brown eyes and he'd found himself practically doing a floor show.
Because goddamn.

The man's mouth was beautifully shaped.

He had always had a thing about mouths.

The way they tasted...The things they could do...The little tells they gave away.
He felt himself harden slightly when the pointed pink tip of Kit's tongue darted out from the corner of his mouth to  lick an errant drop of olive oil from it.
Fuck yeah, that tongue.
It had felt so wicked sweet twining with his own.

Those lips were soft and firm and perfect pink.
But that agile tongue and that full, mobile bottom lip...The way Kit had surrendered , all shy surprise then given it all up , kissing him with such artless abandon.
Fuck. Think think think...
What had he done the last time anyone had turned him down?
Kit was everything that pulled his chain.
So fuck'in pretty. Those thick cinnamon lashes. The way they gave those big baby browns a slight tilt...
Turned him down..
* fuck
Now this was awkward.
Jesus .
Had anyone ever said 'no' to him before?
He honestly had nothing.
....
....
Nope.
Zero context for rejection. He'd never had to hit on anyone , he always just, ah fuck.

Made eye contact ... Said ' hi' ... Smiled, or just sorta blinked in their general direction. Yeah, it really was like that. That easy...
It had always seamlessly segued into a simple matter of time and place.
Usually time was asap and the places , Welp...
Sometimes not so simple.
Both he and Ritchie had wound up having sex in some unusual places...and shit, he'd never even thought about it. Sex was fun. Plentiful and ever present...It just happened...

Well , fuck a duck.
Was this his 'never had to work for it' karma cruising up to crack his happy ass?
Ritchie was gonna eat this shit up.
Hmm. His cousin was probably gonna want to eat Kit up too, their tastes were pretty sympatico.
He frowned.
Huh.
He wasn't sure how he felt about that, atm - and that - well that was really new.

He and Ritchie had always had kind of a breeze, right? An unspoken agreement regarding the cutest new boy toys and the hottest play dates ... Sharing was almost always on the table. Or on the couch. Or in a utility closet, Or a car or a church. A shadowed hallway , behind a stack of boxes at an aquarium. Libraries. Ski shacks. Rotundas. Garden sheds. Green houses. Pools. Golf courses. Skating rinks. Stairwells. Resorts. Offices. Campsites. Nightclubs. Race tracks. Restaurants. Museums.
Showers were always great ... yeah.

They weren't 'Fire and Ice', for nothing.

Threesomes were a blast. Four was fun too. They'd had a wicked two days with the deliciously talented twin designers who now made their costumes , right before he got on his bike and crossed three states to reach Wyndham City. The bookstore.
Kit.
Mmm.
His boy had rolled the sleeves up on his white shirt .
Berk admired the solid sinewy muscle of his long forearms.
His boy was long in all the right places. Long legs. Long slim waist.
Kit was no fragile little twink.
He was slim yeah, but lean and strong.
He was uber cute, but there was a subtle , fascinating air of steely self containment about him, now that he had collected himself.
He had surprising presence.
Berk's hips twitched.
Kit was youthful looking. Those eyes were hella pretty. He had androgynous, very expressive features and great skin, but he was all man.
The subtle masculine essence made him even more provocative and alluring. It was like the sex gods had plucked all of Berk's hottest siren calls and fit them into one clean grey suit.