“Look how hard you are for me.”

The stranger’s words were hot on Meik’s jaw, hand enfolding his cock. Meik sank back into the couch, the vinyl beneath him squeaking. It matched the stranger’s pants; Meik’s lips twitched up in faint amusement. “Yeah, sure,” he murmured, allowing his mouth to be caught up in another sloppy kiss.

A moan landed against the stranger’s tongue when his hard-on was squeezed again. The room was darkly lit, lights tinted a dim yellow casting a haze around everything. He could barely see the man’s face, pale with dark holes for his mouth and eyes. His heart skipped several beats inside his chest, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

If he couldn’t see, if he couldn’t tell, he’d be able to go through with it. Strong hands dropped to the vinyl covered ass, biceps bunching in his shirt as he hauled him closer. The stranger’s hand wiggled out from between them, both arms tossed loosely around Meik’s neck. He rolled his hips, grinding his body against Meik. Sliding his right hand up, Meik twisted his fingers in the back of the man’s hair and forced him down into another kiss. His left hand stayed on his ass, clutching him close.

Meik checked his hair in the rearview mirror. One more time before slipping out of his father’s car. He’d pulled it up to the curb in front of Gabe’s house about ten minutes ago; he’d spent all of those ten minutes fixing his hair. Again and again. It was obsessive, and he knew it, but he wanted to look his best for Gabe.

Smoothing down his shirt, he headed to the front door and rang the doorbell. He waited for a beat before pushing the door open. Gabe’s mother paused in the doorway, eyeing Meik. “Oh, it’s you,” she said, not remotely surprised to see him.

“Well, nice to see you too.” Meik snorted.

She waved her hand, looking up at the stairs. “Gabe! Meik’s here!” she called before facing Meik again. “Where are you two going?”

Meik stuck his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “There’s a new movie, and we might go get something to eat after.” He left out that they’d probably end up making out in the car at some point. They’d agreed to keep the date thing a secret, and they were definitely keeping the making out and heavy petting to themselves as well.

Nodding, she headed back to the kitchen. “Don’t stay out too late and let me know if you’ll spend the night.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He grinned.

“Don’t call me ma’am!”

Meik’s comeback died on his tongue when he heard footsteps on the stairs. His eyes fixed on Gabe, heart throbbing madly in his chest. Neither of them had dressed out of the ordinary. They didn’t want to raise suspicion, but Meik still thought Gabe looked breathtaking. His dark eyes glittered, and a rose petal pink blush adorned his cheeks. The clothes he wore were a bit tighter than normal, jeans clung to slender thighs, and a fitted t-shirt emphasized his thin, narrow chest. Meik’s palms itched with the desire to touch, to grope. He wanted to see what that ass looked like without those pants on.

Swallowing, Meik turned towards the door. “Ready to go?” He was surprised at how calm he sounded. His mouth felt dry, tongue heavy.

“Yeah,” Gabe replied, a thud signifying that he’d jumped down the last two steps. He always did that, and his mother always said he was going to break an ankle one day. “Bye, mom!”

“Bye, honey, be careful!” She didn’t even peek out again.

Meik almost felt bad. They weren’t lying. Not really. They were going to hang out, just as more than friends. It had been Gabe’s idea not to tell his parents and telling Meik’s had never been an option. Gabe thought if his parents—especially his mother—found out, Meik wouldn’t be allowed to come over and stay the night anymore. It made a lot of sense, and if things progressed with them, the cover of being friends would make it so much easier to get Gabe into bed.

Not that Meik had spent way too much time fantasizing about that lately.

“Oh, your dad let you borrow his car?” Gabe asked as they headed outside and towards the black and shining BMW. “What did you say to him?”

Meik grinned, scurrying to the curb and opening the door for Gabe. “Well, I told him the truth. That I had a date.” He didn’t say it was with another guy. That would have ended very badly.

Gabe laughed, slipping into the passenger’s seat. “You’re so sneaky.”

“I got my tricks.”

While Gabe giggled, Meik shut the door and headed over to the driver’s side. He climbed in and started the car, hesitating for a moment. One hand on the wheel, he clutched it tightly before reaching over and grabbing Gabe’s. He laced their fingers together, squeezing gently. A part of him was worried Gabe would deny him, turn down his affection. Everything was so new, and he felt so unsure. He hated it.

He felt even sillier for being worried when Gabe squeezed his hand back like they’d done this a thousand times before. Gabe flicked the radio on as Meik drove, the two of them comfortable in the hum of the music. They’d done this so many times, but it felt different now. Meik was terrified and excited. He didn’t know if his heart could take it.