“I told you to meet me on Friday. It’s barely Wednesday?” I’m chastising him between nips of my lips against his. “What are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t wait until Friday. I knew if you wanted to meet me at a specific date and time you were planning a surprise. I just didn’t know what.” He smells of Kyle. That musky, manly scent mixed with fresh air. He's unfiltered by branded chemicals, mixed with the leather of gear he’s wearing for protection. It’s my favorite smell in the entire universe right now.

I suck air in through my nostrils and bury my forehead against his shoulder. “Do you like my offering?” I’m assuming his response means he does, but I still can’t stop the cringe as his chest raises before he replies.

“Yeah, I love it. And I’m going to love being involved in the project now, too.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“You know, surprises are sometimes just another form of control. I’m happy with things as they panned out.”

My heart snaps. A sudden stoppage of just one heartbeat as the implication behind his words registers. I didn’t mean this to be about control, I wanted to give him the complete package.

Thoughts spiral around my brain. Kyle takes my face in both his large palms and tilts it until our eyes meet. “I love that you're prepared to do all of this for me. And that you need everything to be perfect before you make your big reveal. But now we can do this together. Create our shared life as one unit.”

I close my eyes as his face draws nearer. The energy between us shifts, but instead of his lips meeting mine again, he drops them to my neck. He grazes his tongue over my three-day-old stubble which I’ve let grow over the lifetime we’ve been apart. Shivers run from his touch, sparking my nerves where they’d laid dormant. My groin is instantly alive again as he fingers my dusty t-shirt, raising it above my head and discarding it on the to-keep pile.

My skin tingles and my nipples peak as he pushes me back against the closet, his pressure riding against my groin. The zipper of my old pants cuts into my naked penis and the zing makes me feel alive. I unhook the clasp and spring free as the jeans, which are now a size too big, pool around my ankles.

He looks up at me, desire flooding the dark pools of his eyes. I meet his gaze with my own adoration. “I love you Kyle. Don’t leave again, even if I am being a prick. It’s not that I don’t want to understand.”

“Shut up, El. We’ll talk it through later. But right now, I just need you.”

His tongue flicks over his lips and before I know it I’m groaning as his hot mouth encases me and I throb within the deep recess of his mouth. “I’ve missed you,” I muster between my jagged breathing. My hips buck forwards as electricity takes control of my groin. The sharp corner of the wardrobe kneads my spine as I work, bruising each synapse.

A surge builds and I gasp, scrunching my eyes. For a fleeting second, I consider the workmen next door. And the plain woman diligently sorting through my china downstairs. The chance of being caught by so many people in close proximity only increases my excitement. Kyle is sucking me off while they’re all only a few meters away.

Think of something else. Anything.

But it’s too late. My toes curl as the force of Kyle's touch proves too much for my desperate body. My calves cramp, my quads tense, and “Oh.” I slide down his throat. He opens, takes me completely, and I explode. He swallows again as heat surges through my chest, lifting my heart rate, and sending my head into space.

My hand clamps against the wall, the other I realize is buried in Kyle’s hair, forcing me deeper inside him, making us as near to one as we can ever be.

The spinning in my head slows as I release my grip on him.

He chokes. “That was intense,” he says as he rubs his watering eyes.

“I’m sorry. I missed you.” I bend to meet him on the floor, meeting his mouth and opening it once again so I can taste myself on him. Inside him.

The salty, flavor on his tongue is evidence of my love running through him. It’s enough for me to lie him on the ground and unzip his leathers.