“Like this.” Renzo crowded Canaan into the wall next to the door. His apartment consisted of a long rectangular living area with a tiny kitchen at the far end and a small bedroom and bath tucked off the main area. And he had every intention of showing Renzo the bedroom, but damn, this felt too good. Especially when Renzo solved the height difference by pushing Canaan up the wall, letting Canaan wrap his legs around him. “Yeah. Like that. I keep thinking about our first kiss.”
“Really?” Canaan loved knowing that.
“Mmm. Of course, in my thoughts, we’re usually a lot less clothed than we were then.”
“That can be arranged.” Canaan resumed his attack on Renzo’s buttons. This time Renzo let him, even helping by shrugging the shirt off before pushing Canaan’s tee up.
“You too.”
“Uh-huh.” Canaan sent his shirt raining to the floor along with Renzo’s.
The heady sensation of their bare torsos meeting made him clench Renzo harder with his legs. He wanted to start in on Renzo’s jeans, but then Renzo was kissing him again and he forgot everything except how Renzo could make him feel. Renzo had this way of kissing like he was starving for it, like Canaan would be the first and last person he ever kissed. And unlike the precise way he’d rationed water in the desert, Renzo went all in, gorging himself on the kissing, tasting and sampling and moaning as their tongues tangled. He held Canaan tighter, rocking into him as they kissed.
“Missed you.” Canaan wasn’t sure whether that was cool to admit, but he couldn’t stop the words from escaping.
“Missed you too. So much.” Renzo nuzzled Canaan’s neck with such enthusiasm he was pretty sure he’d have a mark, but fuck if he cared. He was too busy riding high on the knowledge that Renzo felt it too, this thing between them.
“Just can’t get enough of kissing you. And I love holding you like this. It’s like sex and a workout at the same time.”
Renzo gently rocked them together, hard cock pushing up against Canaan’s balls, against his cock and belly too. Someday he was going to make Renzo try fucking in this position. Someday. When he’d finally convinced Renzo that he wasn’t going to run from his monster dick.
But right now, this was perfect, Renzo’s mouth hot and needy, his body insistent. It wasn’t so much the friction that was getting Canaan off, although the combo of Renzo’s cock and abs was pretty spectacular. It was more the way he had Renzo’s undivided attention, all that laser-sharp focus that had kept them safe was all directed at Canaan. And it was also the rush of knowing Renzo was into this, that he’d fantasized about this earlier in the week.
Sometime later, after they’d rubbed off together against the wall and showered, Renzo making do with Canaan’s shampoo, they sprawled naked on Canaan’s bed together, a pint of caramel fudge ice cream between them.
“See, that’s what I like about tossing you around. I don’t feel guilty about dessert.” Renzo grinned at him, all his earlier strain gone.
“Can you stay the night?” Canaan was less worried about round two of sex and more about the chance to sleep together, which was really growing on him. And Renzo loved it, and he was all about whatever Renzo loved.
“I’ll have to sneak out early to go work out—it’s my off day, which means I actually get to work on my own stuff instead of a team run or something.”
“You doing another video?”
“Nah.” Renzo took another bite of ice cream, tongue darting out to catch a stray drip of caramel. “Might post a workout pic though. Is that okay? I mean I don’t want it weird between us that I keep up my social media.”
Canaan was honestly touched that Renzo even thought to ask. His toes curled against the blue sheet he’d put on the bed that morning.
“I don’t have a problem with your videos. I love them. And you’ve been doing them for years now. I’m not going to ask you to stop. Just, you know, maybe let me know if you’ve got someone sliding into your DMs that you’re planning to hook up with.” Then, because that was a little heavy, he quickly added. “You never know. I might want in on that fun.”
“Hah.” Renzo gave him a kiss on the head and a pointed look. “You’re seriously the only thing on my mind lately. And only thing I’ve got time for. You keep me plenty busy.”
“Ditto.” And just like that, that was the closest he’d come to being exclusive with someone since...well, ever really. He and Damian had had a loose agreement to tell each other about any hookups, but that hadn’t ever really stuck, as evidenced by Damian fucking Eric under his nose on tour and Canaan not knowing. “And I don’t mind you leaving early—I’ll probably sleep through it, and then I’ve got to study for a test next week.”