A day at the park led to an evening at the theater — an animated, kid-friendly feature, of course. While Reagan Ann watched the screen, enraptured, Luke followed through with what he’d started at the park. In the darkness of the theater, he slid his hand across Freddie’s thigh and teased the inside seam of his jeans.

Freddie lifted his head, a startled look in his eyes. Luke saw him out of the corner of his eye, but he didn’t give Freddie the satisfaction of acknowledging him. Instead, Luke grinned at the screen in front of them and traced his fingers up and down the seam.

Freddie didn’t stop him.

Luke peeked over at Reagan Ann, just to make sure she wasn’t seeing what was going on. He didn’t intend to take the touch much further, but he didn’t want to put Freddie on the spot, either. Reagan Ann, by the looks of it, was thoroughly enraptured by the too-cute animated squirrel and bear cub on the screen, so Luke tempted fate and stroked a little higher. The edge of his hand brushed against the fabric near Freddie’s groin, but didn’t connect.

Not on the first date.

It was hard to see through the dark, but Luke was fairly sure that Freddie’s cheeks had gone pink, and by the time they left the theater, Reagan Ann bouncing off the walls while she went on and on about how amazing the movie was, Freddie’s eyes were dark pools of desire. They held hands on the way out, and that night, when they parted ways in Freddie’s driveway, Luke made Freddie a whispered promise that he intended to follow through.

“We’ll pick this up next week.”

* * *

It wasn’t hard to track down Aaron Masterson. Prescott was small enough that even strangers likely shared common friends, and now Luke had an address. He found Aaron on Facebook a day after his first date with Freddie.

Luke: Hey, so you don’t know me, but I’m friends with Natalie and your brother. I wanted to plan something special for him. Do you think you could help me out?

Aaron: Hey. Sure. What do you want to do?

* * *

On the Monday night, just short of a week after their first date, Luke parked his car next to the curb and headed to the front door to collect Freddie. Aaron had agreed to babysit Reagan Ann while they went out and enjoyed themselves, and Luke had the evening all planned. An hour’s drive from Prescott was a family run Italian restaurant, so authentic that they sent their cooks back to Italy for a week in the summer so they could spend time with their families. The trip there would give them plenty of time to talk about anything and everything, dinner would be memorable, and then on the trip back, Luke intended to ignite the fire he’d started at the movie the week before.

If he played his cards right, Freddie wouldn’t be heading back to Aaron’s to spend the night, and they’d have a very enjoyable breakfast together the next morning.

It was perfect.

At least, until Freddie opened the door looking like he did.

Luke was stunned to silence. Freddie had dressed up for his night out on the town without Reagan Ann, and with his hair combed back and his best features highlighted by a properly fitting dress-shirt and slacks, he was hot as hell.

Luke looked him up and down, then uttered the first thing he could think to say. “Hello, Daddy.”

Freddie’s eyes darkened with lust, and he stepped outside quickly, closing the door behind him. He said nothing. Instead, he threaded his fingers through Luke’s hair and kissed him hard, stealing Luke’s breath away.

Luke’s knees knocked together before he regained himself and pinned Freddie back against the door. Freddie kissed with just as much ferocity, not caring in the least who saw them. Freddie was so fucking sexy, and feeling him take control like that? Luke was already hard for him.

“Fuck, Daddy,” Luke breathed against his lips through the kiss. “If I knew this would get you so hot, I’d have done it sooner...”

Freddie’s words were spoken through ragged inhalations. “It’s not what you said, it’s you.”

“I won’t argue with you.” Luke grinned against his lips and kissed him one more time, already addicted to how soft, yet in-control they were. “But if that’s all it takes to get you riled like this, I’m changing plans. What do you say we order pizza and head back to my place? We can see what else I can make you do.”

The hunger in Freddie’s kiss as he pulled Luke to him again was answer enough. Minutes later, they were on the road heading back to Luke’s rental house.

It wasn’t the night Luke had been planning, but he didn’t regret it in the least.

* * *

The door closed. Luke dragged Freddie into the living room, and before he could get a word in, Freddie was kissing him again. Luke moaned into his mouth, and they toppled to the couch together. Freddie ended up on top. He pinned Luke down and worked his hips against him, the bulge of his erection prominent. Luke pushed back, just as hard. He licked Freddie’s lips, and Freddie opened his mouth to let him inside.

Fuck, he’s hot.

The kiss broke. Breathless, Luke gazed up at Freddie. He hadn’t been expecting something so spicy to come from a baker so sweet.

“Do you want me to bother ordering food?” Luke asked. His chest was heaving. He was in great physical shape — a requirement for his employment — but Freddie made him feel like he was an hour into his workout, struggling to keep up his stamina.

“Not right now.” Then Freddie’s lips were on his again, and Luke gave in to his passion. “I want to make you come first.”

A hitched whine rose in Luke’s throat, and he had no idea where it was coming from. He’d taken lovers before — enough that he was familiar with his body and what made him tick. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before, and he was helpless against in. Without speaking, Freddie had taken control of his world, and Luke was in no hurry to get it back.

Their hips worked together until Luke was so on fire that he couldn’t think straight. His hands went for Freddie’s shirt, and he tugged it out from beneath his belt and began to unfasten it button by button without breaking their kiss. When it hung open, he slid it off Freddie’s shoulders and let his hands trace along Freddie’s chest.

Freddie’s belt came next.

Then his fly.

Luke slipped his hand inside Freddie’s pants and cradled his cock. It strained against his boxer-briefs, eager to escape. Luke squeezed, and Freddie moaned into his mouth and pumped his hips into Luke’s hand.

If he keeps going on like that, he’s going to make me come without even touching me. He’s so goddamn hot when he’s demanding like this...

There was a wet spot on Freddie’s underwear — precum. Luke gripped his shaft through the fabric and ran his thumb over it, teasing the head of Freddie’s cock. It felt thick, and although Luke didn’t usually bottom, he found himself eager to know what it would feel like inside him.

Freddie opened Luke’s fly in retaliation, and it wasn’t long before his hand was wrapped around Luke’s shaft, too. Luke moaned and bucked his hips, and soon enough they were fucking each other’s hands, kisses broken and bodies wild. In that moment, there was only pleasure, and Luke pursued it recklessly.

“I’m... I’m going to come,” Luke warned. He clenched his jaw, but there was no way he could stop the tension now spreading through his body. It tightened his balls and his stomach, and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he couldn’t hold back orgasm. Freddie’s hand felt too good.

“Then come,” Freddie said, his voice darker than Luke had ever heard it before. It shot down his spine, making him shiver, before it made it to his groin. “I want you to fucking come, Luke. I want to feel you lose control.”

Everything he says is so fucking hot. I’m not going to be able to resist him, not now, not ever.

Freddie’s hand tightened, and Luke bucked into it one last time before orgasm tore through him. Release brought with it a startling moment of pleasure, then tremendous clarity. Luke looked up into Freddie’s eyes as he came too, and as he watched Freddie’s face tense with pleasure, he realized that Freddie meant more to him than just a casual hookup or a convenient date. There was a connection in their souls — a thread that linked them together — that made what they shared spectacular.

Freddie slumped down over Luke as he came down from his orgasm, and they spent a minute or two catching their breath. Luke closed his eyes.

“So,” Luke said. “... About that pizza.”

“Go ahead and order it,” Freddie said. “You’re going to need to keep up your strength for the rest of the night.”

Luke laughed. “Do you think I can’t? Is that a challenge? Because damn, I hope it is.”

His only answer was a smirk. Freddie climbed off him and after wiping himself off, tugged his pants back into place. He made a point of looking down Luke’s body, lust still in his eyes. That look made Luke jump into action.

He came three more times before he took Freddie home late that night, and they made plans to see each other again soon. Very soon. Luke couldn’t stand waiting for any longer than that.