What Child is This? by Maxfield Z. A

Author:Maxfield, Z. A. [Maxfield, Z. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay & Lesbian
Publisher: Loose Id LLC
Published: 2010-12-20T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

The elevator seemed to be packed with people returning to their rooms from an office party. They all had nametags on lanyards, and more than a few were certifiably shit-faced. Tristan kept his distance from them by ducking next to the buttons in the corner. Behind him, Michael leaned one arm against the elevator wall and protected Tristan by blocking drunken staggering and exaggerated gestures. Tristan stepped back a few inches, just enough for his ass to make contact with Michael’s groin. He felt Michael’s breath shudder against the hair on the nape of his neck.

“Sparky,” Michael warned.

Tristan smiled to himself and allowed his hand to drift to the hollow of Michael’s pelvis. The backs of his knuckles brushed discreetly against Michael’s cock while the elevator stopped on the first floor to let people get off. He smiled politely and—with his free hand—keyed the floor button for a woman just getting on.

“Lots of partying tonight.”

Tristan kept his face blank and interested, even as he traced the outline of Michael’s rigid dick with his forefinger. “Sure seems to be.”

They stopped on the second floor to allow two more people to exit the car. It was still crowded enough that Tristan felt perfectly safe teasing Michael with his hidden hand and the press of his ass. The way they were standing, it was impossible to tell what he was doing unless he looked at Michael’s red face or listened for the hitch and stutter of his breath as he tried to control his response.

When they arrived at their floor, Michael pushed him so hard they practically fell out of the elevator together. They got as far as the door before Michael spun him around and pressed him against it, kissing him with a passion and desperation he rarely displayed in public.

“Shit,” Michael broke the kiss when laughter escaped him. “You shit. I thought I’d lose it in that elevator.”

“Pity you didn’t. I like when you lose control.”

“Oh yeah?”

He opened the door to their suite, and Tristan stepped inside. Maybe it was the fact that he was such a lightweight, and the beer he’d had with dinner made him tipsy, maybe it was the rush of spending the late afternoon in the icy surf, but being there with Michael in that exquisite room hit all his senses at once.

He shoved Michael up against the door with such force, Michael’s face held a look of utter shock before he grabbed Tristan and sealed their lips together.

Tristan tilted his head, drawing out the slow, wet kiss. He started the sensual slide of his hands over Michael’s shoulders, enjoying the feel of the light wool under his fingertips. He enjoyed all the textures really: soft shirting, rough beard, cold metal cufflinks, smooth, hot skin.

He stroked from the back of Michael’s neck, where his hair was coarse and buzzed short, a little higher, where the longer length made Michael’s hair soft and silky. He cupped Michael’s face and ran his thumbs over the slightly rough cheeks, the thin, delicate area around his eyes.

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