Quick sweetly caressed Cayson’s jaw, looking into his eyes when he answered the waiter. “Closed please.”
“I’ll be back with your drinks in just a moment.”
As soon as the waiter left, Quick was on him again. He hadn’t made out with a man in quite some time, and it made him feel sexy and desirable. Joe wasn’t a fan of kissing. He’d do it, but it was obvious he felt like it was a chore. With Quick, it was as if he used his mouth to say what he couldn’t verbalize, and Cayson was okay with that. Very okay.
When they came up for air, Cayson had one hand tangled in the long strands hanging down Quick’s broad back, his other pressed firmly against his chest. When Cayson bit Quick on his jaw, he was rewarded with a sensual growl, which had a tantalizing effect on his balls. Pausing their kiss, Cayson had no other choice but to confess. He simply couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I want you, Roman.”
“You can have anything you want.” Quick kept his arm behind Cayson, but his other hand was beneath the table, slowly sliding up Cayson’s inner thigh towards his aching nuts.
“Fuck. I’m trying to do this right.” Cayson grimaced. He wasn’t supposed to be inviting Quick to his home. Not right now. He was worth the wait. If Quick really wanted him… he’d wait.
“Tell me what you’re thinking? It looks serious.”
“Well. I was thinking that—”
“Your drinks, sirs. And your appetizer,” their waiter announced, removing their items from a tray balanced on his shoulder. When he had placed their drinks in front of them, he asked if they wanted to hear the specials.
“Sure,” Quick replied for both of them.
After they’d heard the specials, the trio started playing a tune that was soulful and mellow and Cayson found himself swaying to the relaxing sounds. He watched as patrons went up to the tiny stage and dropped bills into the big bowl, which served as the band’s tip jar.
“How’s the pasta sound to you, sweetheart?” Quick asked, still surveying the menu.
Cayson turned back to Quick, reeling inside at the terms of endearment he’d used right in front of the server. This was such a unique experience; Cayson had to keep telling himself to lighten up. He was turning into a mushy, lovesick mess. Sweetheart and babe? Really? He used to hate when he heard people refer to their spouses or partners like that. Now he realized he didn’t hate it, he was simply being a hater. A jealous hater.
Quick didn’t appear worried about being out in public with him. This was what he’d been waiting for. Just relax and enjoy it. “Pasta?” He loved linguine. Throw in some fresh seafood and he’d love it even more. “Yeah. Good choice.” Handing the menus back to the waiter, he confirmed their order before closing the thick, red curtain back.
Quick turned his body back towards him as if giving Cayson his full attention. “Talk to me.”
Cayson smiled at Quick’s bluntness. “What do you wanna talk about?”
“You.”
Cayson bit his bottom lip, wondering how much he should really disclose on a second date.
“Unless you want me all over you, I suggest you let that bottom lip go and stop teasing me.” Quick looked so serious that Cayson was nervous with excitement. Just the thought of what Quick could do to him had him clenching his ass right there in the booth.
“Okay, then.” Cayson let his lip slide from between his teeth. “Let’s talk.”
Quick reached out and popped another mushroom in his mouth, chewing loudly and talking with his mouth half-full. “You start.”
Cayson laughed. His Quick was certainly rough around the edges, but he didn’t mind. They weren’t eating at the Savoy in Vegas, so Cayson put down his fork and started using his hands, too.
“There really isn’t much to me, Rome. I’m rather boring, to be honest.”
“I’m not bored. Matter of fact, it’s been nothing but fireworks from you since we met. So knock off the ‘boring’ crap,” Quick told him, using air quotes.
Cayson
Cayson let Quick place another decadent mushroom on his tongue. The way he watched him chew made Cayson squirm, made him feel like he was next on Quick’s menu to devour. Those sexy green bedroom eyes would be his undoing.
“Exactly what kind of doctor are you?” Quick asked, jump-starting the conversation.
“I’m a surgical nephrologist.”
“Kidney doctor.”
“Exactly. Any and everything regarding the kidney.”
“What made you choose that field?”
Cayson thought about it for a moment. “Well my mom passed a while back. A bad car accident. No siblings. So it was just my dad and me after that. My father did his best, but he was struggling with heartache. He adored my mom; she was everything… everything to both of us. I tried to be there for him, but I was never able to fill that hole created inside him when she died, because I had my own holes. She was the glue that held us together. She planned the vacations, the dinners, the outings. When she left, unfortunately, all that fun stuff we used to do as a family left with her. So, my father and I didn’t talk or discuss our days. I went to school, he went to work, and then we came home and coexisted. Did that for years, until I went out of state for graduate school.