I didn’t want to think about anything else except me and Rhett and that moment.  I pressed my lips against his and ground against his lap. I don’t know why this fireman had such an effect on me. We were so different, yet for the first time in my life I felt like I could be myself.

I wasn’t going to let that go. And, right now I wanted more.

Heat radiated off his body, his thick muscles powering the furnace inside him. His touch burned my skin, searing away my doubts, my fears, my thoughts. Closer. I wanted more.

“I want to get closer to you,” I whispered.

“Are you sure about this?” Rhett said. His blue eyes searched mine back and forth, and questioned what came next.

“Is anybody ever sure about anything?” I said. I felt alive. Reckless. I leaned down and kissed him again.

He met my intensity with his own, and then he pushed back. “Wait,” he said. “I never do this.”

I raised an eyebrow, and could not contain my laugh. It bubbled out of me before I could stop it.

Rhett shook his head. “No, I mean with someone in town, or a friend, or…someone who matters to me.”

“I matter to you?” I smiled and kissed him again. Flirting. I knew how to do that.

He smiled under my kiss, his lips struggling to meet mine and grin at the same time. “Yeah, you do. I don’t want to wreck our friendship.”

“Me neither,” I said. “But was today weird after last night?”

“Mostly not,” he admitted. He looked away, furrowing his brow.

“Mostly not?” I turned his face back to mine, forcing eye contact. I could not get enough of his blue eyes, currently stormy and unreadable.

“Well, you were a little weird at my mom’s house,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

I blushed. “I’m probably always going to be a little weird, but that doesn’t have anything to do with this.”

He laughed, his eyes crinkling as he tipped his head and looked me over, thinking.

My heart pounded, I wanted this so much. Be brave, be brave. “Maybe we just need to get this out of our system,” I said. My words hung in mid-air, like a hail Mary to push this evening forward.

He furrowed his brow and stared down. “Just get it out of our system?”

“Maybe?” I countered. God, I was such a coward. But this was better than admitting that I liked him more than I should, right? He was a player, I needed to be careful not to get hurt. But I craved him, I had to have him, and I’d take him any way I could. Any way he’d have me.

“So you’re saying just one time? That it still doesn’t mean anything?”

Silence hung between us. I held my breath. I wanted to ask for more, but I wasn’t sure if I could do more. Have more.

Finally he spoke again,”That’s how I do it, but I also don’t mix my personal life with my…other life. I never have.”

Player status confirmed. Reason I need to not get emotionally entangled, confirmed. “I don’t know if that is totally weird, or genius,” I said. “But do you want to stop?”

He gripped my hips and pressed up against me. “Does it feel like I want to stop?”

“Can’t it just mean that I like you and you like me and we want to do this?”

Rhett sighed. “How is that not meaning anything?”

“I don’t know, can’t it just mean whatever we say it means? I’m so fucked up right now. I can’t start something. It would be a terrible idea. But I like you. You like me. We obviously have chemistry.”

“We do. But I am not relationship material, Oscar. I’m not. I have no idea how to be in a relationship, or do one, or whatever it is normal people do. That’s why I stay out of them.”

“Then it’s perfect!”

“We’re perfectly fucked up in ways that make it perfect for us to fuck?” Rhett laughed.

“When you say it that way, it sounds completely absurd,” I said. I threw my hands up. “I don’t know! I just know that I am helplessly attracted to you, and it seems you feel maybe the same. Maybe we can be two guys figuring things out as they go, or just getting whatever this is out of our systems. Does everything have to mean something?”

“You tell me,” Rhett shrugged.  “I have this rule for a reason. I don’t wanna do this if it will mess things up between us, especially now that you’re my landlord and we have a business arrangement with the dog and your projects.”

God, why did he have to be such an adult? And he thinks he’s irresponsible? “It doesn’t have to mess anything up, only if we let it. If we both agree that neither of us have any business being in a relationship, that makes this perfect. We can be in a fake relationship and enjoy this, and keep the whole town off our backs trying to set us up with people.”

“A fake relationship, huh? Are you seriously proposing that we be friends with benefits?”

“Why not? I need to get back on the horse…”

To this Rhett cracked up, threw back his head and laughed and ran his big hands down my ass and squeezed. “I’m the horse?” he laughed.

I continued. “You don’t get involved, like…ever. It seems like a win for both of us.”

“You just don’t want to admit that you want me,” Rhett smirked, and pulled me closer on his lap.

I splayed my hands out over his chest. His skin was so smooth, so beautiful. “Oh, I want you. I admit that. I want you right here right now and every day until whenever we decide this ends.” I pinched his nipples and dropped my face to his, breathing in his breath. His lips were so close to mine I could almost taste them.

Rhett whispered,“What happens when you fall for me and then find out I suck?” His voice cracked on the last word.

My heart filled and ached. What is with this guy? “Why would you say that? And what makes you think I’m going to fall for you?”

Rhett took a breath, his reply another whisper. “Because bad luck follows me everywhere.”

“Maybe I’m your bad luck. Here already. On your lap. So you might as well go with it.” I pushed his hair back, and gripped it in my hands as I smashed my mouth against his. This time I wanted everything, all of him, no more of this bullshit.

His kiss met mine, hungry, almost violent. The chemistry we’d been allowing blasted out from wherever we were holding back, and the fire blazed between us.

He pulled back from the kiss and I sat up while he expertly unbuckled my belt. “All right. I agree. Enough. How about we stop overthinking this. No more talking. Whatever. I want you. You want me. The end.”

Before I knew it, he slid his right hand down my open fly, and pulled out my throbbing cock.  I was in his thick warm hand. His strength gripped me. A shiver ran up my spine and I gasped, throwing my head back in ecstasy. He slid his thumb over my slick tip as he stroked me up and down.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes glazed with lust and admiration. I moaned, incoherent for words, trapped in the intensity of his attentions.

But he wasn’t finished. He slid his left hand down the back of my shorts and cupped my ass. He reached around and stroked my back side, pushing deeper in time with his hand on my cock.

I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t do anything but ride the crest of pleasure he created in my body. I closed my eyes, forgetting who and where I was.

“Breathe, babe,” Rhett whispered. “Breathe.” He slowed his strokes. “Look at me.”

I forced my eyes open and allowed myself into his soft intense gaze. Whatever this was between us — it was big. Timeless. Rhett held me steady in his gaze and I fell into his safety and our connection.

I breathed in, slowly, following the pattern of his breath, and pulled back from the edge enough to think straight. Or, straighter.

I wanted his cock. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I wanted his cock. “I want you. I want you,” I whispered. I slid my fingers down his muscular stomach, feeling the sprinkle of hair grow thicker as I delved below his waistband.

My heart quickened with every sound. His belt buckle clinked as I pulled and slid it open. The top button of his jeans ground against the soft cotton as I pushed it open. My fingers danced lower, tracing and feeling the impressive bulge straining inside the fabric.

A button fly. I grinned at him and slid to my knees in front of him. He made moves to help me but I pushed his hands away and down to his side.

He watched me through all this, kept his hands where I put them, and allowed me to grab below his knees and pull him closer to me, slouching him on the couch to give me straighter access to his jeans.

I struggled with the buttons one at a time and slowly worked his fly open. My cock, now released from his grip, bobbled and dripped, protesting the sudden lack of ministration. I ignored the throb, and rewarded myself with ever more access to Rhett with each opened button.

“Button fly is sexy,” I said, dropping my face onto his crotch and first inhaling his musky clean scent, and then blowing my hot breath through the fabric onto his rock hard length.

“Glad you approve,” Rhett murmured. “You’re killing me here. I’m gonna come in my pants if you don’t hurry.”

I chuckled softly, rubbing my cheek up against his bulge. “Anticipation. Is there anything more delicious?”

“I can think of a few things,” Rhett drawled, grinding his hips against my face.

I grinned at him, lost in the utter decadence of the moment, and slid my fingers under his jeans and boxer waistbands, and tugged down. Rhett accommodated me by lifting his hips, and then sat back down bare assed on my leather couch.

He was beautiful. His cock, enormous, and jutting straight up, perfectly matched his sculpted body. His thighs were thick and muscular. Most guys do not have legs like that. I slid my hands up and down them, admiring the sinews and meaty muscles. “No skinny jeans for me,” he chuckled.

“I guess not,” I panted. Those legs of his -- they were thick and firm and corded. They curved up into the roundest ass I’d ever seen. Or felt, as it was mostly hidden by the couch. “I can’t wait to see all of you,” I said.

“Speaking of which—” He leaned down and undid his shoes, kicked them off and peeled off his socks and the rest of his pants and shorts. “Strip,” he commanded.

Yes. Yes. Yes. I stood up as commanded and pulled my shorts and everything else off until I was stark naked. Obedient, I stood before him. He leaned back, his eyes dark and admiring. He held his thick cock in his hand and stroked it in a measured beat. I noticed he ran his thumb up and over the tip, just like he’d done to me. That’s how he likes it. That’s how he wants it. My mouth watered to taste him.

“Come here,” he said, reaching out for me. I went to him, put my hands in his. He laced his fingers in mine, hands back to back, and pulled me back down on him in a straddle. He pulled my arms down toward his side, tipping me forward so my face met his. He kissed me. Once. Twice. Three times. So softly, gently. The skin on the back of my neck tingled all the way to the top of my head.

“Oh god,” I moaned. “It’s so intense. The energy between us. I can feel it, can you feel it?” I shifted my hips and my cock slid against his.

He ran his lips along mine, kissing and then brushing against them, and pushed his hips back to me. “Yes, I feel it. I feel it.”

“Is this normal?” I whispered, talking through the kisses, not stopping my mouth against his. We kept up the contact. Don’t break the circuit.

“Normal? Fuck if I know. I’ve never felt anything like this,” he growled. “Fuck normal. It’s us, this is us. That’s all that matters.”

He was right. What else mattered? Nothing. This is how we were. It didn’t matter if anyone else was this way.

His fingers still laced with mine, he suddenly pulled them behind my back, sitting me up and staring at him. My chest arched forward, his strength dominated me. “Oscar. I’m not sharing,” he growled.

I leaned my head back, my lips parted, and soaked in the erotic moment. “Sharing what?”

“Sharing you. While we are doing this, you’re mine. This…this…whatever this is. This is…” he shook his head, and looked over my shoulder, searching for the words.

“Magical,” I panted. “It’s magical, Rhett.” My cock throbbed again, reminding me of our unfinished business, reminding me that if this was magic, what was more going to be?

“Magical,” he repeated. He reached up and pulled me back down for another kiss, and gripped both our cocks in one hand. It was a tight fit, his hand didn’t reach all the way around them both. I reached around and slid my fingers around his neck, up on his chin, and through his hair.  He freed his other hand to completely encircle our aching cocks.

His tongue swirled against mine as he pressed into me. The smell of our skin intermingled — fresh sweat, musk, trees, fire, heat, rock. It was like inhaling the aroma of top shelf whiskey. He gripped our cocks with both hands, and stroked up and down.

Where did he end and I begin? His pleasure felt like my pleasure. His cock swelled against mine as our kissing became more frantic. I moaned, unable to control my reactions. I was so close.

Everything built up inside me and then split apart like a piece of ripe fruit, sweet juice and ecstasy spilling over into every bit of me. “Fuck!” I cried. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I clung to him, whimpering, and then he groaned, right on the heels of my orgasm.

“Oh god,” he groaned. “Oh god!” He gripped our cocks harder, the intensity almost painful, and my orgasm kept coming, whether I wanted it or not. I held on for dear life — held onto him, held on to consciousness, held on to the magic.

Finally, we were spent. My forehead pressed against his, our breathing moved in tandem. With both hands, I reached down between us and felt the hot mixture of our release. I gathered the sweet-smelling cum in my fingers and rubbed it on both our bellies. His stomach rippled with cubes of abs, mine taut and smooth, with long lines and planes of stretched muscle and skin.

We were beautiful together. I knew it. He knew it. He smiled at me, and succumbed to my massage. I wanted him in my skin, I wanted me in his skin. We were connected. Bonded.

Friends with benefits, my ass.