Building Forever by Kelly Jensen

Author:Kelly Jensen [Jensen, Kelly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Published: 2018-08-05T16:00:00+00:00

Simon had lost track of the number of times they’d kissed, but had a vague idea it wasn’t supposed to get more exciting. Once they’d learned one another’s mouth, taken the edge off, kissing was merely a means to an end . . . wasn’t it?

Obviously not to Charlie. He kissed with curiosity and inflection, as if he was using his lips to get to know the rest of Simon. God, what would it feel like to be naked with him?

Framing Charlie’s face with his hands, Simon softened the kiss, pulled back, gifted two more gentle touches to Charlie’s lips and inclined his forehead so their faces hovered close together. This seemed to be their thing, how they took a pause.

“Does that answer your question?” Simon asked.

“What question?”

“Can we go inside?”

“God, yes.”

Charlie took his hand, the slide of fingers across Simon’s palm at once sweet and exciting. Brian had rarely held his hand. Charlie tugged Simon through the kitchen door.

“You left the door unlocked?” Simon glanced over his shoulder at the door now standing slightly ajar, and pulled Charlie backward so they could close it properly.

“I’ve gone away for the weekend and left the front door open.”

“How—”

Charlie stole the rest of his question, backing Simon into the fridge with the force of his kiss. Simon indulged him for half a minute—maybe longer—before putting his free hand to Charlie’s chest and backing him off.

“Wait.”

“What?” Grinning, Charlie leaned in against his hand.

“Should we maybe go upstairs? Or to my place. I have doors that lock.”

Charlie’s eyes took a moment to focus. “It’s barely afternoon. Liv won’t be home for a couple of hours.” Taking possession of Simon’s hands, Charlie stepped back, easing Simon away from the fridge. “Upstairs is a good idea, though.”

A shudder moved through Simon—a pinch of fingers at the back of his neck, a ghostly trace down his spine. The feeling grabbed at his balls. His cock hardened. Left on his own with only Charlie to stare at—the man holding his hands, mouth quirked in a sexy half grin, eyes as bright and warm as an autumn day—Simon could come in his pants. Just from looking. From being desired. Had anyone ever looked at him like that?

Charlie gave his hands a quick tug. Their lips joined together again, magnets seeking attraction. Feet moved, shoulders hit doorways. Breath and footsteps, gasps and moans followed them down the hall and up the stairs. They left their shoes on three different steps. Shirts on another. By the time Charlie pulled him into a room off the upstairs hallway, belts were undone, and Simon’s pants barely clung to his hips. Charlie’s jeans were around his thighs.

Simon hadn’t noticed if the front door stood open.

Charlie disengaged long enough to kick the door closed behind them, giving Simon a chance to check out the room. It was a bedroom. Charlie’s, presumably, though the absolute lack of feminine touches was a quiet surprise. Charlie had been married for a long time. The house had a definite family feel to it, but this room was bare.

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