Vince wasn’t exactly one of those intellectual types, so it should have been easy for him to just stop his mind from thinking too much. But he’d been more and more distressed during the drive back from Grind, trying to work out what he was going to do or say when he got back to H Triple C. He kept panicking that Koby would have left. It had been almost an hour, after all.

Koby had not left.

Seeing him standing with his back to the door in only his kilt and Dr. Martens boots, his shoulders hunched and his skin glistening with perspiration, had short-circuited Vince’s brain. In that moment, there was no difference to Vince in seeing a girl with low-slung jeans, her smooth belly on display all the way up to her breasts. All Vince could think was want.

Now here they were, face-to-face, Vince with his hand against Koby’s throat. He could feel when Koby swallowed and the vibrations when he spoke.

When Koby begged Vince to kiss him.

Koby didn’t move this time. He was leaving the decision up to Vince.

Vince couldn’t hold back anymore.

In a flash, he crashed his mouth against Koby’s, kissing those lips he’d thought were plump the first session they’d had in here. Koby responded immediately, throwing his arms around Vince’s neck and hauling himself against Vince’s chest. Vince’s hands ran up Koby’s back, feeling the long stretch of damp skin moving under his palms.

They stumbled against one of the desks, away from the sculpture. Koby jumped – actually jumped – into Vince’s arms, wrapping his legs around Vince’s waist as he continued to attack Vince’s mouth. He grabbed either side of Vince’s face, their tongues and lips colliding as Vince hugged Koby’s back and ass, pressing their chests together.

That wasn’t the only thing pressing against him. Vince knew he was getting hard, but with Koby in his arms, he could feel his erection pressing into his stomach.

He suddenly wished he’d watched more porn. What was he supposed to do now?

“Fuck.” He panted for breath as he pulled away and looked into Koby’s bright blue eyes. His black liner was smudged around his eyes. They’d been wet.

As turned on and generally bamboozled as Vince felt, everything stopped in that moment. He lifted his hand from holding Koby’s back to cup the side of his face, brushing under his left eye to smooth away some of the wayward liner.

“I made you cry,” he said softly.

Koby’s chest was visibly rising and falling with his heavy breathing. He studied Vince through his dark lashes. “I made myself cry.” He moved his hand up to caress the back of Vince’s head through his hair. “Are you okay?”

Vince kissed Koby’s lips, then hugged him close, nuzzling their temples together. “I know this is a big deal and I should be freaking out or something. But it just feels right. I don’t want to think about it.”

There was a pause. Koby wriggled, sitting himself on the desk so he was still about the same height against Vince, but it freed up Vince’s hands. He placed them on either side of Koby’s ribs and looked into his pretty eyes. Koby was pretty. It was like he said about clothes. They shouldn’t be gendered, and neither should prettiness.

“I don’t want you to regret anything,” Koby said, his gaze searching.

“I regretted walking out that door,” Vince murmured, already desperate to be kissing Koby’s lips again. “I’m not doing it again.”

Koby slid his hands over Vince’s waistband, finding the strip of flesh between his sweatpants and T-shirt. “Do you want to just kiss?” His fingers barely slipped over the edges of Vince’s pants.

Vince was trembling. This was the hottest thing he’d done with anyone in ages – maybe years. Sex had become routine for him at some point. Always in bed, always the same couple positions.

“I want to come,” he uttered. He didn’t think he could possibly walk out of this workroom now without orgasming.

“Fuck, me too,” Koby rasped. He only had to lean up a fraction to make Vince reach down, crashing their mouths together again. Vince’s hands were running up and down Koby’s sides and thighs.

Koby’s hands were already being more constructive.

He shoved Vince’s sweatpants down, capturing his briefs as he did. Vince wasn’t so ashamed to admit now that he’d deliberately picked a smaller, very tight pair for their modeling session. He might not have known to what extent, but he should have realized he didn’t mind Koby seeing his cock.

His hard on.

“Oh, wow.” Koby shuddered as he freed Vince’s junk, leaving his pants and briefs around his thighs. Koby palmed Vince’s stiff cock, which was already starting to leak. “Hello, big boy.”

“Is it too big?” Vince was suddenly unsure. He’d had issues once or twice in the past.

Koby shook his head. “Of course not, darling. Besides, let’s just keep things simple today, huh?”

Today? Did that imply Koby was already thinking about a tomorrow?

Vince didn’t get a chance to consider the implication of the word choice any longer. Koby took his shaft in hand at the base, then bent over, capturing the top of Vince’s dick in his mouth. Vince spluttered as Koby’s lips and tongue bobbed up and down as he squeezed and jerked with his hand.

“Fuck!” Vince called out, belatedly realizing someone might hear if they were out in the corridor. It was late, though, so chances were unlikely, and Vince didn’t care. In that moment, all that mattered was Koby’s hot mouth on his cock.

Vince moaned and ran his fingers through Koby’s thick, dark hair. Holy hell, that felt amazing.

But he thought of that porn he’d watched and how he’d craved to touch another guy’s dick. He dropped his hands to Koby’s thighs and pushed his kilt up his legs, searching for the opening in his briefs.

Koby came off his cock, his lips wet as he stopped to help Vince free his own hard dick, pulling it through his underwear with his kilt bunched up above by his hips.

Vince had obviously touched his own cock most days of his life. He’d been whacking off since his early teens. But touching someone else’s was a bit of a shock. Koby’s member was slimmer than Vince’s and slightly curved to the left. It was hot and heavy, the skin soft, almost like velvet, but the core rock hard.

It felt good in Vince’s hand, even if he did feel a bit awkward, not sure what the best angle was to jerk him off. Koby interrupted him, though, snatching the bottom of Vince’s T-shirt and hauling it up. So Vince let go and yanked the shirt off his back, throwing it to the floor in his impatience to get back to Koby.

Without speaking, they naturally collided, kissing again, their hands each reaching between each other’s legs. Koby was a little lower than Vince as he sat on the desk, but they still managed to match up well enough. Their bare chests bumped together, sending shivers down Vince’s spine at the contact. Koby’s cock was soon slippery with precum, like Vince’s, so he found it easier to jerk him off. Vince’s body thrummed with want and excitement and desire and daring. He wasn’t going to take long.

“Koby,” he grunted against his mouth in warning. But Koby just sped up, coaxing his climax out of him with vigor.

Vince’s knees threatened to buckle as he came, shooting his load over Koby’s chest. He shuddered, resting his forehead against Koby’s, gasping for breath as he rode the high, then slowly started to come back down.

Koby hadn’t come yet.

He didn’t look pissed, though. In fact, he was grinning at Vince with a sort of wondrous look on his face. “You like that?” His voice hoarse. Was that because of lust or because of the blow job he’d been giving?

Either way, Vince was responsible. That made him feel kind of dizzy.

He nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Awesome.” Then he looked down and remembered Koby was still hard and waiting. Koby followed his gaze.

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” he said.

But Vince was worried. He wasn’t fully satisfied unless both he and his partner came. It was just rude to leave someone hanging.

He went to reach for Koby’s cock again, but then he drew his hand back. A crazy impulse overtook him. Before he could consider if this was a good idea, he pulled his pants back up to his hips, then lowered himself to his knees.

Koby watched him as Vince reached out again, this time holding Koby’s cock at the base and moving his mouth closer to the tip. He just had to lick and suck, right? No big deal.

“I’ll come if you do that,” Koby warned.

Vince grinned at him, excitement tingling in his chest. “That’s kind of the idea,” he said, giddy.

Vince enjoyed giving oral, so he didn’t pause before sliding his lips around Koby’s shaft. The groan Koby emitted went straight to Vince’s sensitive balls, even though he’d already blown his load.

“Less teeth, less teeth.” Koby giggled, batting at Vince’s head. Vince looked up, mortified, but Koby just grinned and caressed the side of his face. “Sheath your teeth a bit more with your lips, like a mouthguard.” Vince blinked, then tried what Koby said, protecting his cock from the edges of Vince’s teeth.

He felt pretty dumb for not realizing he needed to do that without being told. But the way Koby moaned and dropped his head back, stroking Vince’s hair, suggested he was already over the mistake.

“V-Vince,” he stammered a minute later. “I’m gonna come. Vince.”

Vince had to make a split-second decision. Stop and finish Koby with his hand…or swallow. Because there was no way he was embarrassing himself in front of Koby by spitting it back out.

He knew what he preferred when it was his cock in someone’s mouth, so he kept going. If he was going to continue his gay experiment, he might as well go the whole hog. Besides, he kind of wanted to see what it was like to have someone come in his mouth.

No, not ‘someone.’ Koby.

“Vince!” Koby cried, arching his back. Hot, bitter liquid hit the back of Vince’s throat, making him cough. But he didn’t stop sucking or bobbing his head. He did his best to swallow the cum, tending to Koby until his body relaxed and his cock started to soften.

Vince popped off and wiped his mouth, looking up at Koby. “Was that okay?”

Koby’s mouth curled into half a smile. He crooked his finger at Vince, encouraging him to stand again. Koby flipped his kilt back over his lap and took hold of Vince’s hips once he was standing again, pulling him in for a kiss and a cuddle.

“That was fucking amazing,” Koby said between kisses. He was grinning and rubbing Vince’s back up and down.

Vince smiled and laughed in relief. Holy shit. He’d just had gay sex. Was he gay now? He didn’t think so. He didn’t know, though. What was he?

“Hey,” Koby said. Vince realized his gaze had drifted to the floor. He looked back into Koby’s blue eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah” Vince’s voice was shaky. “Uh, sorry. Yeah, I’m great. That was fantastic.”

Koby stroked the side of his face, his neck, and played with his hair. “It’s okay to freak out. I’m here for you. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Oh, I know that,” Vince said without hesitation, a smile twitching on his lips. “I just…I guess I don’t know who I am right now.”

“You’re still you,” Koby said kindly. “You just had a new experience. Just like how you were still you after your first time with a girl.”

Vince opened his mouth, but he stopped himself from speaking. After his dad had squeezed it out of Vince that he’d popped his cherry, he’d proudly informed Vince that he ‘was a man now.’ At the time, seventeen-year-old Vince had believed it. But Vince had felt for many years that was a load of horse shit. Having sex didn’t make you a man. Treating women right made you a man. Vince had always done that.

So, no. Koby was probably right. Having sex with a guy hadn’t changed him.

But it had changed things between him and Koby.

“Are we cool?” Vince was aware that he sounded clingy.

Koby blinked as if surprised by the question. “Of course.”

He smiled and pulled Vince against him, kissing his cheek and hugging him tenderly. Vince realized Koby still had his cum on his chest, which was now smeared between them. Surprisingly, Vince didn’t find that gross. It felt natural.

“We’re great, so long as you feel okay,” Koby said.

“You mean having sex with a man?” Vince asked shakily, leaning back so he could look at Koby. “I mean, I’m a bit surprised. But it was great. I…I really enjoyed it.” He’d almost said he loved it, but that seemed too much.

Koby bit his plump lip and smiled, bopping Vince on the nose with his finger. “It was great. I’m not just saying that. It was. Thank you for coming back.”

Vince nodded, running his fingers lightly over Koby’s arms. They were surprisingly toned, his stomach flat and hairless aside from a happy trail that ran from his bellybutton down under his kilt. “I’m glad we made it right,” he said earnestly. He owned Doris, big-time.

“So am I.” Koby placed a little kiss on Vince’s lips. Then he reached out for some paper towels that happened to be nearby. It had a bit of dried paint on it, but it still did okay at mopping up Vince’s mess between them. “If you have any questions or want to do more, just let me know. You’re safe with me.”

Vince thought of Koby shaking and almost crying in his arms earlier, recalling the way he’d been bullied at school. Vince wrapped his arms around Koby again, kissing his hair. “You’re safe with me, too,” he promised.

‘…want to do more…’ Koby was up for doing this again. The idea made Vince’s heart flip. But…

If this were a woman, Vince would ask her out to dinner or to go skating or to the movies. He didn’t tend to get intimate with someone unless he wanted to spend time with them as well. In fact, he normally dated before hooking up. Not that he thought there was anything wrong with what he and Koby had just done. Simply…well, he wanted to ask Koby to grab coffee with him at Grind to show Doris she’d saved the day. He wanted to walk through that pretty tunnel of fairy lights in Moore Wood on a day Koby wasn’t working. He wanted to wine and dine him.

But something told him that wasn’t in the cards.

Koby’s words made it clear Vince was more than welcome to try out this newfound queer side of himself with Koby. But he wasn’t exactly asking to be boyfriends.

Which was good. Vince was a pro football star. There was no way he could be gay or bi or whatever and still have a career. This was for the best.

So why, when he kissed Koby goodbye and walked back to his truck, did he feel like he’d lost something he’d never even had?