Page 4 of Inevitable

Another step closer. This time by Ezra.

Hands wrapped around Drew’s waist. Strong and sure. There was no hesitation as Ezra erased the last few inches that separated the two of them.

Like wildfires, it started with a spark, but then it took off, and fuck, did it take off. In seconds, Ezra’s hands were in Drew’s hair, tugging him closer. Drew’s palms cupped Ezra’s ass, crushing their bodies together. Their angles and planes fitted seamlessly. Clicked into place. Held them steady. Easy. Natural. Right.

Drew closed his eyes, sinking into the kiss. He buried his fingers into Ezra’s shirt, holding it in his fists to stop himself from floating away.

They pushed closer and closer. Ezra’s palms slid over Drew’s back. Burrowed under his shirt. Skin against skin.

Ezra’s heart was pounding against Drew’s, filling in the silences between Drew’s heartbeats. A dialogue of sorts. Thump, Drew’s heart said. Thump, Ezra’s replied.

The kiss expanded between them until Drew’s whole body was tingling in anticipation. Turned the fuck on was an understatement for how he was feeling. His need was so intense that Drew could hardly stop himself from dropping down on the floor of the living room, letting Ezra have his way with him.

“Do these fancy digs come with a bed?” The mocking undercurrent was still there, but it was barely detectable now, drowned in desire.

“I’m sure I saw one earlier.”

They tumbled toward it. Drew couldn’t seem to keep his mouth away from Ezra. They moved until the backs of Ezra’s knees knocked against the bed.

He glanced behind himself before he looked at Drew. He lifted his brow and threw himself on the bed.

He looked relaxed. The complete opposite of how Drew was feeling.

“Strip.” He lifted his chin toward Drew.

“What?” Drew asked with a laugh.

He got an arched brow in response.

“Strip,” Ezra repeated. “I wanna see.”

Drew pulled his tie off and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Shouldn’t you be getting out the dollar bills to stuff in my jockstrap?” he asked as he shrugged the shirt off.

“Do you have a jockstrap on?” Ezra looked intrigued.

Drew pushed his pants down.

“Sorry to disappoint.”

Ezra shrugged.

“I prefer you naked anyway.”

He let his eyes slide over Drew.

“Your suit didn’t do you justice,” he said.

“Is that a good thing?”

Ezra sat up and scooched to the edge of the bed. He slid his palms over Drew’s abdomen. Casually brushed against the head of Drew’s cock. Leaned closer. Drew could feel Ezra’s hot breath against his skin. He had to close his eyes for a moment to compose himself.

Ezra was still wearing dark jeans and a black T-shirt, both of them molding to his body like a second skin. Drew admired the view for a second, but the observation was short, the decision unanimous—the clothes had to go. The T-shirt went first, and jeans followed, and the little odds and ends like socks and Drew’s watch were the last to go, but then finally—finally—there were no obstacles between them.

For a moment they just stared at each other, taking in what was in front of them. Drew took a minute to appreciate the pale, wiry beauty that was Ezra’s body. He slid his palm over Ezra’s side and smiled as goosebumps followed his trail, and Ezra’s breath halted for just a second.

“What do you like?” he asked as he climbed over Ezra again and planted a kiss on Ezra’s chest, right where his heart was beating in a wild staccato.