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It was a wonderful feeling knowing that they didn’t have to say anything. Owen was upset, and he would talk about it when he was ready. Cole didn’t feel the pressure to put his life on pause to hold his hand. He didn’t need to push him to talk when he didn’t want to. They were just two guys, having a beer and watching the game.

“Come on, ref!” Owen was leaning forward, his eyes fixed on the screen. “They jammed him up.”

Cole’s gaze darted from the screen to watch the muscles in Owen’s neck move as he swallowed down his beer. He’d never had an obsession with a man’s throat before. So weird.

“Yes, power play.”

“Go, go, go!”

The Leafs scored with thirty seconds left in the period, bringing both men to their feet, cheering. Owen reached out and grabbed Cole’s shoulder, a move that Cole now associated with him. “Hold them. Come on we need the win. Give me an early Christmas present.”

Finally, the seconds ticked down and the buzzer screamed. Cole whooped and Owen laughed manically. He pulled Cole into a hug that squeezed the air from his lungs. “That was awesome.”

Cole pressed his nose to Owen’s neck and breathed in the scent of bar. Alcohol and sweat mixed in a pleasant way, and served to enhance the excitement racing through him. He relaxed against Owen and enjoyed being held. Owen eased his hold as they stood there. The embrace wasn’t sexual—hell, Cole didn’t think it was even about affection. It was a physical connection that they both seemed to need more than anything.

He turned his head so his cheek rested against Owen’s shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Not really.”

“How’s your head feeling?”

“It’s the least of my worries.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

Owen’s chuckle vibrated through Cole’s chest. “I can think of a few things, but this is nice.”

Sex rarely solved problems, but what it did do was take a person’s mind off things long enough to let them catch their breath. They’d been circling around one another long enough now that it didn’t feel as though either of them was taking advantage. Lifting his head, he kissed Owen long and slow, enjoying every sensation. Their breathing synchronized as the kiss grew lazy. There wasn’t pressure, a driving need to get off
right the hell now
. For the first time since Owen had proposed his little plan, Cole knew there’d be no interruptions or head wounds to get in the way.

Owen had on his bar T-shirt, the one he always wore when working. The cotton was soft beneath Cole’s fingers as he let his hands roam along Owen’s back. As nice as it was, he wanted to feel warm skin and hard muscles, not fabric. He took hold of the bottom of the shirt and tugged it up.

“Naked,” he muttered in between kisses. “Now.”

Owen yanked his shirt off and then reached for Cole’s. “Great idea.”

Finally, their naked chests pressed together. Owen had considerably more chest hair than he did, but Cole didn’t mind. He liked the way the hairs caught and slid against each other when they kissed. He lost track of how long they stayed that way, half-naked and making out like teens. It didn’t matter.

Owen peppered kisses down the side of his jaw until he reached his ear. “Bedroom.”

Cole didn’t wait for anything else. He grabbed Owen by the top of his jeans and pulled him down the hall into his bedroom. Normally, he’d worry about things being clean in there. It was one of his quirks that drove Steven a bit mental. With Owen though, the state of his room didn’t matter. They were about to get messy so who cared if his bed was made?

“Condoms? You promised you had some.” Owen pushed him so he fell flat on his back in the middle of the bed. “An unopened box, if I remember correctly.”

Right. Important things.

He reached toward the nightstand where he kept his supply, but Owen stopped him from going far. Owen crawled up his body, placing kisses against his stomach and his chest. Cole tried not to move because it felt so fucking good. He didn’t even mind when Owen kissed just below his armpit, a spot on his body that had never once entered into his mind as being erogenous.

Who knew?

Owen stretched out and yanked open the drawer. “I love a man who’s prepared.” A strip of condoms and his half-empty bottle of lube landed against Cole’s side.

“I do my best.”

When he reached for them, Owen stopped him. “I don’t think we’re ready for the main event. Not yet.”

Foreplay had always been something that he enjoyed, but it was more or less the beginning of the pattern that things always fell into. No matter who he was with, it seemed to be the same: cock stroking, blowjob, condom, doggy-style, cleanup. The only variation was if he was on the top or bottom. He could tell from the look in Owen’s eyes as he tossed the supplies toward the pillows that his methodical approach to sex was about to change.

Owen rose up on his knees and put his hands on his hips. “I’m going to take your pants off. Then I’m going to spend the next while exploring. Is there anything you’re not into?”

Now there was a question he’d never been asked before. “I . . . don’t think so?”

Owen cocked an eyebrow. “You don’t sound certain.”

“Up to this point, my sex life has been pretty vanilla.”

“We’ll have to expand your horizons.” The grin Owen gave him was positively satanic.

“God, help me.” He had grown to trust Owen. If nothing else, maybe he’d pick up a few new tricks. “Have at me.”

There wasn’t a whole lot of rational thinking beyond that moment.

He lifted his hips as Owen pulled his jeans and underwear free and tossed them on the floor. Rather than going right for his cock, Owen surprised him: he sat down, stretching his legs out alongside Cole’s, picked up Cole’s nearest foot and brought it to his mouth.

“You smell like soap.” Owen pressed his nose to Cole’s arch and breathed in deep. “You showered today.”

“Right after I finished decorating the tree.” Jesus, that felt odd. It also somehow made his cock twitch.

“Are you ticklish?” Owen ran his nose along the side of his foot, up toward his ankle bone.

“I don’t think so.” He squeezed the blankets and hoped that would stop him from coming right off the bed.

“Good. Don’t kick me.”

The next thing he knew, Owen licked along his arch and up to his ankle. He cried out, his body tensing at the slide of soft wet tongue. “Fuck.”

“People don’t realize how sensitive our feet are. We stand on them all day, abuse them. Blood can pool there, so it’s important to help get it circulating.” Owen shifted again, this time massaging Cole’s foot with his strong hands. “I don’t have a thing for feet, but I’ve learned over the years that people don’t pay enough attention to their bodies. The more you relax, the more you enjoy things.”

“Are you saying I’m tense?” Cole reached down and palmed his cock.

Owen chuckled and nipped at his foot. “Just a little.”

He then proceeded to lick, bite, and kiss every inch of Cole’s legs. There wasn’t a spot free from Owen’s attention. He’d find a mole or blemish and kiss it until Cole squirmed. He’d drag his fingers along Cole’s body, massaging his muscles until he was equal parts relaxed and aroused. Goose bumps rose and his nipples hardened. He became aware of the way the sheets slid along his skin, the coolness of the air compared to the warmth of Owen against him. Every sensation intensified until he couldn’t take any more.

“I can think of better things to do with your mouth.” He pushed his hands into Owen’s hair, careful to avoid the cut on his scalp, and tried to direct him toward his cock. “I’m going to explode.”

“I don’t know about that.” Owen rolled away and stood. It was only then that Cole realized the other man was still half-dressed. Owen grinned as he made quick work of removing the last of his clothing. “Last time I remember doing all the work. Maybe it’s time for a little reciprocation. If you’re up for it?”

The sight of Owen’s hard cock was all the motivation he needed. “Get on the bed.”

Owen was a beautiful man. There was something captivating about his body, the way his muscles bulged and the way his chest hair covered his chest. He didn’t mind that Owen was bi. He even understood the attraction to women on a cerebral level. But something about a man’s body spoke to him and fascinated him in a way that a woman’s never had. The smell of their arousal, the taste of their sweat. The sounds they’d make when aroused. Cole loved the beauty of the male body and all of the testosterone baggage that came along with it.

Rather than jump right to his goal, he positioned himself between Owen’s legs and ran his hands up the insides. It was fun to be on this end of things, to be the one watching, observing. Owen closed his eyes, but that little smile of his was still there. He’d been right when he’d said that people didn’t tend to relax. Cole had been so focused on what Owen was doing to him, he hadn’t realized that Owen himself was a bundle of tension.

He took a mental step backward. It was only this morning that they’d gotten his tree. Owen had gotten hurt in a silly attempt to make sure Cole got exactly what he wanted. Then he’d had to rush off to deal with a problem at work. It had been a long and exhausting day for him, and Cole wanted to show Owen the same level of attention and affection that he’d given him. Yes, there’d be a blowjob, but first some time to explore.

Starting with Owen’s left calf, Cole massaged the muscles of the leg, moving slowly upward until his fingers got dangerously close to Owen’s tightened balls. When Cole shifted over to the right calf, Owen growled. “That’s mean.”

“You were the one who told me people needed to slow down and relax.”

“I was also the one who said you should give me a blowjob.” He peeked at Cole from one eye. “Still waiting on that.”

“Don’t be an ass.” Still, he picked up the pace a bit. As much as he enjoyed teasing Owen, he didn’t want to deny himself the prize for long.

As he reached the inside of Owen’s right thigh, he leaned down on the bed so he could kiss the spot where his fingers had been just moments before. Owen’s cock was straining straight up, and a bead of liquid had formed at the tip. He wanted to lick it off, finally know what the man who’d starred in many of his late-night fantasies tasted like.

That’s what the old Cole would have done.

The new Cole, the man who’d learned that his feet and armpits were erogenous zones, he wanted to do something different. He wanted to find a way to repay Owen for his kindness and thank him for his creativity and lust for life.

To start with, he wanted to suck the other man’s balls.

Leaning in, he licked from the base of Owen’s balls all the way to the tip of his cock. The scent of his arousal was strong. Though he’d come from work, there was nothing offensive about his taste or smell. If anything, Cole wanted more.

Moving back down to his balls, Cole gently sucked one into his mouth. He teased the uneven skin with his tongue as he squeezed the insides of Owen’s thighs with his hands. With his head where it was, Owen’s moans were muffled to him, but he didn’t care. He felt the way the other man’s body trembled beneath his touch. Emboldened, he pushed Owen’s thighs apart farther, leaving nothing hidden from his sight.

Then, on impulse, he did something he’d never done before. He closed his eyes and licked across Owen’s hole up to his balls. Owen’s body tensed quickly, lifting him off the bed. “Fuck!”

Cole pulled away so he could look at Owen. “Damn. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.”

Owen burst out laughing. “It’s fine. Just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Weird?” He’d never had anyone do that to him, but he’d seen enough porn to be curious. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

“Cole, believe me when I say that a little rimming is the last thing that will send me running.” Owen sat up and leaned forward to awkwardly kiss him. “More. Please. If you want.”

Cole shoved Owen’s chest, sending him back to the mattress. Okay, so this was different and a wee bit kinky. Getting back into position, he closed his eyes, held his breath, and flicked his tongue across Owen’s puckered hole. Rather than his previous reaction, Owen spread his legs even wider and sighed.

“Fuck, that feels so good.”

What little restraint Cole had disintegrated. He licked and sucked on any piece of skin he could get his mouth on. Reaching up, he took hold of Owen’s cock and did his best to stroke it in time with his licks. It didn’t take long for both of them to get beyond the point of reason. Owen grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him up until they were lying chest to chest.

The kiss they shared was deep, manic. Cole blindly searched for the condoms, unwilling to break their contact. He fumbled for a moment before he found the cool foil.

He pressed the packet into Owen’s palm and finally lifted up for air. “Fuck me.”

There was no argument. He rolled onto his back as Owen got to his knees and slipped the condom on. The only thing he knew for certain was that there’d be no doggy-style tonight. He needed the intimacy of face-to-face. Owen must have read his mind, because he lubed up his fingers and pressed one into Cole’s ass. When the second finger slipped in and Owen began to stretch him, Cole grew impatient. He didn’t care if things hurt. He wanted Owen, wanted to be filled
right the hell now
. Owen was as impatient. He looked at Cole with an unspoken
Please can I now?
that he responded to with a single nod.

The press of Owen’s cock into him was slow and steady. He relaxed; he couldn’t do anything but take, accept. It had been a long time since he’d done this. Steven always preferred to be fucked, and he’d been happy to oblige. He’d missed this though. It was intense, personal, and exactly what he needed.

A trickle of sweat slipped down Owen’s cheek as he began to thrust. He’d lowered himself so they were chest to chest again, which trapped Cole’s cock between them. The new angle also allowed Owen to press deep into him, hitting his prostate on every other thrust. Cole clung to Owen’s body and rode the rising pleasure until he knew he wouldn’t hold out much longer.

“I’m not going to last.” He sucked on Owen’s ear lobe. “Make me come.”