Vincent handed his driver’s license to the clerk at the hotel desk and whispered to Andrew, “That was a serious strut as you walked across the lobby.”

“Did I strut?” asked Andrew. “Maybe I had good reasons for it.”

“Oh, you do?”

Andrew said, “The perfect man. The perfect hotel, and a perfect evening ahead. Three solid reasons.”

The hotel clerk interrupted and asked, “Will you need one key or two?”

Vincent chuckled softly and said, “I think we only need one. I’m not sure we’ll need a key at all once we get through the door the first time.”

Andrew rubbed his fingers up and down Vincent’s spine. Biting his lip, Vincent took the ID back and accepted the keys to a suite on the top floor.

“Have you ever kissed in an elevator?” asked Andrew.

“Of course…I kissed Dana.”

Andrew leaned toward Vincent as they waited for the sliding doors to open. He said, “I’ll correct that question then. Have you ever kissed a man in an elevator?”

“No,” whispered Vincent. “I’ve never kissed a man other than you.”

Andrew laughed and said, “Oh, that’s right. I forget that part sometimes. I’m such a lucky guy.”

The doors slid open, and they stepped inside. Before the doors closed completely, Andrew pushed Vincent up against the wall. A wicked grin spread across Andrew’s face as he pulled Vincent’s arms up over his head before leaning in for the promised kiss.

Vincent gasped for breath realizing Andrew had lost none of his ability to fan the embers of desire into a raging flame. Vincent parted his lips and tangled his tongue with Andrew’s. The elevator chimed far too soon, and the doors opened to the 24th floor.

Andrew released Vincent’s arms and brushed his shirt down before stepping out of the elevator. Vincent could still see the strut in his walk.

The decoration of the suite was striking. It was a small wonderland of steel, glass, and leather. Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the city. Vincent dropped his bag on the floor and stepped up to the windows. He said, “This view is amazing. We owe Jeffrey and Doug something big.”

Andrew stepped up behind and deftly pressed his thigh into Vincent’s ass. He whispered, “I know a view that can top that.”

Vincent swallowed hard and took a deep breath. He said, “I do, too, and I’m not going to see it looking out these windows.”

Andrew pushed Vincent’s head sideways and exhaled against his neck. Vincent could feel the tiny hairs stand on end just before Andrew licked. Little fluttering licks were followed by gentle kisses. Vincent grew weak in the knees. He turned around with the fires of lust climbing higher inside.

Vincent growled, “Damn, Andrew, I need you. We’ve been too busy, and it’s been too long.”

“We’ll make up for it tonight,” said Andrew. He tugged at Vincent’s belt and quickly unbuckled it. The belt made a snapping sound as it pulled free of Vincent’s pants. Andrew tossed it to the floor.

Vincent gripped Andrew’s shirt collar and planted his kisses on Andrew’s collar bone. He murmured, “I couldn’t wait to taste you.”

“How valuable is your shirt?” asked Andrew in a wicked tone.

“In cash terms?” asked Vincent.

“I mean how important is it to you?”

“It’s just a shirt…why?”

The question was answered by Andrew tearing Vincent’s shirt open sending buttons flying across the room and skittering along the hardwood floor. Andrew snickered, “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“Good thing I brought another one with me. You’re so fucking sexy, Andrew, and you know it.”

“I do my best.” Andrew pushed Vincent backward landing on top of him sprawled out on the leather-cushioned sofa. He grinned saying, “I love that creaking sound of the leather.”

“Yeah, leather is a good thing,” said Vincent.

Andrew raised an eyebrow and then curled his head down to Vincent’s chest finding a nipple and biting lightly. His hands slipped south and began working at the waistband of Vincent’s pants. He whispered, “I’m going to take you right here on this couch.” Andrew tugged a condom package from his pocket and stuck it between Vincent’s teeth. “Here, hang on to that for me.”

While Vincent scooted himself backward to take advantage of the full length of the couch, Andrew shrugged off his shirt and kicked his shoes off. They landed on the floor with a one-two thud. Vincent felt his heart pumping like a runaway freight train in his chest.

Andrew gripped Vincent’s pants and tugged them down and off. He stared at the bright red bikini briefs. He growled, “Damn, those are so sexy. It almost makes me not want to take them off. Almost.”

Vincent moaned, “I want to see you naked, too. Your body is so hot, Andrew. I wish you could be naked every day.”

Andrew curled up one side of his mouth and said, “It might be a little too much of a good thing for…polite society.” He pulled his dress pants down, and Vincent was shocked to see Andrew’s thick cock pop free.

“Nothing? You were going commando?” asked Vincent.

Andrew laughed and said, “I haven’t done it for over a decade, but I wanted to do it for you. That’s exactly the reaction I wanted!”

Vincent whispered, “Bring it just a little closer.”

Andrew straddled Vincent’s body and smiled when the fully erect cock nestled up against his own. Andrew reached out for the condom package.

Vincent tore it open with his teeth and asked, “Can I do the honors?”

“I’m not stopping you.”

Vincent’s breath caught in his throat as he rolled the sheath down over Andrew’s pulsing cock. He could feel the thick veins beneath his fingertips, the slipperiness of the lube on the condom, and the twitching of his hole in anticipation.

The leather of the couch creaked beneath them as Andrew pushed Vincent’s legs back throwing Vincent’s ankles up over his shoulders. Vincent bit his lip anticipating Andrew’s entry with only the lube from the condom. Then Andrew smiled and tugged another small packet from his pants. He said, “I came fully prepared.”

Vincent grinned. “You’re like a boy scout.”

“A damn sexy troop leader,” corrected Andrew.

Seconds later, Vincent took a deep breath as he pushed out feeling Andrew’s cock pressing firmly. One additional firm thrust popped the head of Andrew’s cock past Vincent’s ring. “Oh man…” moaned Vincent. Momentary pain gripped his body, but it dissipated quickly. It was replaced by the intoxicating sensation of fullness, of being filled by Andrew.

Andrew began to rock forward and back. He leaned in toward Vincent, and they kissed. Vincent wasn’t flexible enough to hold the position for more than a few seconds, but those few lit his body on fire.

Vincent gripped tight, and Andrew began to shove his entire body forward. Vincent’s head swam lost in the rocking sensation, the creak of the leather, and the scent of sex. He was brought back into the present when Andrew’s fingers wrapped tight around Vincent’s cock.

“Oh, man, yes, Andrew…”

Andrew said, “I bet you have no idea how incredibly sexy you are.”

“Tell me,” whispered Vincent biting his lip.

“Honestly, I’ve never been with a guy so effortlessly arousing. It’s in the way you move. It’s the way you talk. It’s the way you kiss, and the way you give your entire self to me.”

“That’s what it’s all about,” said Vincent. He closed his eyes as Andrew grunted pushing even deeper. Andrew connected with Vincent’s prostate, and Vincent knew he couldn’t hold on much longer.

Andrew pumped Vincent’s cock in his fist while Vincent squeezed his body as tight as possible forming a tight sleeve around Andrew’s cock. “I’m close,” moaned Andrew.

“Me, too…” whispered Vincent.

With an expert thrust forward, Andrew ordered, “Cum, Vincent! Cum now!”

Vincent dug his fingers into the leather as his cock erupted shooting hot white jizz against Andrew’s chest.

Andrew came, too. He threw his head back and howled while his hips involuntarily pumped forward with each shot from his cock. “Damn…Vincent!” moaned Andrew. His entire body shuddered before he pulled out and collapsed against the leather at Vincent’s side.

Vincent grinned and asked, “Good?” while he tried to catch his breath.

“Awesome…better every time,” said Andrew. “You’re going to wreck me before this is all over. I never imagined…”

“Imagined what?” asked Vincent.

“That it would get better every damn time like this.”

Vincent smiled and said, “I guess that’s why they always say practice makes perfect. Just imagine what perfect is gonna feel like.”

Andrew laid his cheek against Vincent’s sweaty chest. He said, “Every single time, I can’t understand how it could be any better, and then it is. I really can’t imagine what perfect will feel like. I just know that it will blow my mind.”

“And then it will get even better. Remember, there’s no such thing as perfect. We only get closer and closer to it,” said Vincent.