They hadn’t managed to stay at the restaurant long enough to get kicked out, but they had stayed for dessert and coffee.

And just like Gage had predicted, the closer they got to Newton’s apartment, the more he wanted to stall for more time.

Calvin would have probably told him to play a little hard to get, but fuck that. For starters, Gage didn’t have that kind of patience. And he didn’t want to play any games, hard to get or otherwise.

Games were for kids, and it wasn’t like he and Newton were a couple of teenagers. They were grown men. They had jobs—businesses that had to be run—and they had plenty of other issues between the two of them.

Dating was hard enough with all of that. Gage didn’t believe in making life unnecessarily complicated. He believed that things were generally less complicated as long as he treated people the way he wanted to be treated and did his best to be kind.

It had worked out pretty well for him so far.

He turned onto Main Street. They were just a few blocks away from Newton’s apartment now.

Gage looked over to the passenger seat in time to see Newton sigh as he looked out the window.

“Everything okay?” Gage asked, reaching over to rest his hand just above Newton’s knee. “It’s not too late for me to turn around if you really want another cup of coffee.”

Newton laughed. “No… I think I’ll be up for a while from the caffeine as it is.” He reached down to put his hand over Gage’s as their eyes met. “Totally worth it, though.”

“Agreed,” Gage nodded, grinning as they pulled into the parking lot behind Newton’s building. “This whole night has been great. Thank you for that.”

Thank you for inviting me,” Newton replied, his eyes flicking from Gage’s to the stairs that led up to his door and then back again. “Did you, um…” He swallowed hard, and Gage was pretty sure he could see Newton’s cheeks flush red, even in the darkness. “Did you want to come upstairs? Maybe for, um, another cup of coffee?”

Newton’s voice had broken on the last word and his flush deepened, but Gage barely noticed. His heart was beating so loud and fast that it had nearly drowned out Newton’s quiet voice. Well, that and the fact that pretty much all the blood in his body had raced down to his cock the moment Newton had invited him in.

“Yeah,” Gage said, without hesitating. His throat had suddenly gone dry, and his pants were more than a little too tight as he shifted his weight and nodded. “Yeah, I’d really like that. More coffee sounds… really good.”

Gage was pretty sure he would have agreed to anything in that moment. More coffee. Ham sandwiches. A plate of rusty nails. Whatever.

It didn’t matter what it was, as long as it gave him the opportunity to spend a little more time with Newton before this night was over.

“Okay,” Newton said, still not moving for a moment, still not looking away from Gage’s gaze. “Okay, he repeated, finally blinking and shaking his head a little, as if he had just come out of a daze. “Let’s go,” he continued, a small smile spreading across his lips. “If that’s what you want.”

“It’s definitely what I want.”

He was pretty sure they weren’t still talking about coffee now.

As he got out of his Jeep—subtly adjusting himself as he walked around to Newton’s door—and then followed Newton up the stairs, it took every ounce of willpower Gage possessed not to reach out and find out for himself if the curve of that sweet ass in front of him felt as good as it looked.

“Here we are,” Newton said, looking a little uncertain as he let Gage inside and then closed the door behind him. “I, um… I can start some coffee if you want to have a seat? Or not if you don’t want to. You can come with me if you’d rather. Whichever is…”

His voice trailed off as he took another step toward Gage—a move that Gage couldn’t help but notice was definitely not in the direction of the kitchen.

Gage reached out, gently running his fingers along Newton’s jaw line. He stopped himself before he could go any further, though.

“Is this okay?” Gage asked, his voice sounding low and gravelly to his own ears. “I don’t want to do—”

“No,” Newton whispered, then shook his head and cleared his throat. “I mean yes. This is good. Really good.”

“You’re sure?” Gage let his fingers trail back along the side of Newton’s neck, his thumb brushing over those sweet, full lips as he pulled Newton a little closer. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. If you want me to stop, all you need to do is say—”

“Don’t stop,” Newton said, tilting his head back to look directly into Gage’s eyes. “Please don’t stop. I want this, want you.”

Gage leaned in as he pulled Newton closer still, letting his lips barely touch Newton’s for a moment before continuing, giving Newton every possible second he could to make sure it was what he really wanted.

But when Newton parted his lips and took a ragged breath, then looked up and met Gage’s gaze again with those sparkling blue eyes, he lost all of his resolve. He had to taste those lips again.

Gage kissed him, hungrily, deeply, breathing in the sweet scent of soap and cologne and Newton as his free hand wrapped around Newton’s waist, his fingers finding that spot he’d been admiring earlier, right at the base of his back where the curve of his ass began.

Newton moaned right into Gage’s mouth, making his cock jerk against the confining fabric of his pants as Newton pressed his body against Gage’s, his hands flattening out against Gage’s chest as he kissed Gage back.

Those tiny, needy, delicious noises that were coming from the back of Newton’s throat were driving Gage wild. He could feel the sounds moving through his body as they kissed, and it was the sexiest, most erotic thing Gage had ever experienced with his clothes on.

Speaking of which, his pants were so tight now that he was sure they were cutting off his circulation. It was hard to care about that, though, with Newton in his arms. It was hard to care about anything else, if he was being honest, as long as Newton was happy and enjoying himself.

They broke away just long enough for Gage to catch his breath and look Newton in the eyes again. He brought his hand up to brush the bangs out of Newton’s face.

“How are you feeling?” Gage asked. “Is this okay?”

“So good,” Newton murmured, reaching up to put his hands on Gage’s shoulders as he stood on his toes to plant a quick kiss on Gage’s lips. “Except for one thing…”

Gage sucked in a sharp breath and felt his whole body stiffen. Fuck, he didn’t want to mess this up. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

Newton grinned, then took half a step back and let his hands trail down Gage’s chest, down his abs, until his fingers were playing along the waistband of Gage’s pants. “I don’t want to go too fast, Gage… I really don’t. But… I thought maybe we could… I mean…”

“Anything,” Gage said, frozen in place as Newton’s hands hovered around his waist. “Really anything, Newton. Please don’t worry about hurting my feelings.”

“I wondered if maybe you might want to take your shirt off?” Newton asked, his cheeks blossoming into two bright pink circles as he nibbled at his bottom lip. “I just… I can’t stop thinking about it, and…”

Gage had his shirt up and over his head, and then tossed aside, before Newton could even finish speaking. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched Newton’s eyes roam over his upper body. That was what Newton had been hesitating about?

Fuck, Gage would happily take off as many articles of clothing as Newton wanted him to. Getting naked was never going to be a problem, as long as Newton kept looking at him like that.

Seriously, Gage’s dick was so hard it hurt, but he wanted to be sure and go at Newton’s pace.

Newton’s comfort zone.

Newton’s rules.

He watched Newton’s chest rise and fall with each breath he took, waiting silently until Newton made eye contact with him again.

“Thank you,” Newton said, still looking way more embarrassed than he needed to be. “Your body is… just… wow.”

Now Gage felt embarrassed for a moment, until he reached out and pulled Newton close again. Having Newton’s body against his made everything better, even if there were still way too many layers of clothing between them.

“Thank you,” Gage said. “But it’s funny, because I feel the same way about your body.”

He let his fingers slip up under the hem of Newton’s shirt, loving the little shiver that went up Newton’s back as he touched the bare skin there.

Newton let out a small, nervous laugh. “My body? You’ve gotta be kidding. It’s so not as hot as yours.”

“I disagree,” Gage said, leaning back to plant a kiss on Newton’s lips. “Completely disagree.”

Slowly, carefully, as if he was unwrapping a Christmas present he’d been looking forward to all year, Gage lifted Newton’s shirt, only exposing part of his stomach before pausing. As tempting as it was—and oh, Jesus it was tempting—he never took his eyes off Newton’s face. If there was any sign that Newton wanted him to stop, Gage didn’t want to miss it.

“May I?” Gage asked.

Newton nodded, his head barely moving as his whole body trembled under Gage’s attention. Still, Gage hesitated until Newton actually spoke the words.

“Yes,” he said, finally. “Take it off, Gage.”

In another moment, Newton was stripped to the waist, his pale skin and slender frame in stark contrast to Gage’s own muscled, tanned body.

“Beautiful,” Gage whispered, finally letting his eyes roam and drink in every detail. “Absolutely beautiful.”

That delicious pink color that Gage couldn’t get enough of spread from Newton’s cheeks down his throat and across the top of his chest, but he didn’t move to cover himself up or hide anything.

Gage pulled him close again, unable to resist the feeling of skin on skin with Newton pressed against him. He was perfect. This moment was perfect. And even if they never did anything more than this, it would be enough for Gage.

Bowing his head, Gage kissed Newton’s temple, then his cheek, finally moving down just below his jaw and then to the base of his throat where Newton’s pulse was fluttering wildly.

“We can stop anytime,” Gage whispered, his lips moving against Newton’s skin. “Whatever you want to do.”

“There’s no way I’m letting you stop now,” Newton said, tilting his head back to give Gage better access to his neck. “Please don’t stop, Gage.”

Gage moved lower, planting a line of kisses down Newton’s chest until he reached his nipple, letting his teeth graze across the dusky pink skin until he was rewarded with a half-moan, half-gasp from Newton.

“Oh my God, Gage… oh my God.” Newton grabbed Gage’s head in both hands, pulling his face closer, pinning him there to suck and kiss and lap at his nipple.

When he relaxed his grip, Gage moved lower still, Newton’s stomach tightening as Gage’s lips brushed across it.

“Wait,” Newton said, the word coming out with a rush of breath as he tugged at Gage’s shoulders. “Just a second, Gage.”

Gage stood back up, searching Newton’s face for any signs of trouble. The man’s cheeks were red and his pupils were blown, his hair still sticking up from when Gage had helped him take his shirt off.

He looked like pure sex, as far as Gage was concerned.

“Was I going to fast?” Gage asked, finally, unable to tell what the problem was just by looking. “Too much?”

Newton shook his head. “No, nothing like that. You were—are—great. Seriously.” Newton nibbled at his lip for a moment before continuing. “I just… I didn’t think it was fair that I was the one getting to feel so good. I didn’t want you to feel left out.”

Gage laughed. “Are you kidding? Newton, exploring your body is the very definition of feeling good for me. I could keep doing that for days.”

Newton’s eyes dropped to Gage’s chest, then moved lower as he stepped closer. His hands unfastened Gage’s belt. “Are you sure?”

“Oh, fuck,” Gage murmured. “Are you sure, Newton?”

Never in Gage’s wildest dreams did he picture the night ending like this, with both of them shirtless in Newton’s apartment and with Newton taking things further than Gage could have possibly hoped.

“I want to make you feel good, too,” Newton said. “If you’ll let me.”

“Anything,” Gage said, meaning it. “Anything you want to do is so, so good for me.”

“Okay,” Newton said, fumbling with the button and zipper of Gage’s pants as his cock throbbed just underneath.

After only a few moments, Gage was standing there in his boxer briefs, his cock already tenting the material obscenely. Newton stared at it for several long seconds before tentatively reaching out, his hand hovering just inches away as he looked back up at Gage.

“Anything you want,” Gage whispered, repeating his earlier words.

Newton palmed Gage’s cock through the fabric of his underwear, and a low rumble escaped Gage’s chest as he pressed himself against Gage’s hand.

Jesus fuck, it felt so good. Newton closed his hand around the shaft and slowly stroked, his eyes flicking from Gage’s cock to his face and back again, as if he wanted to check every few seconds to make sure Gage was still enjoying it.

There was really no need for him to worry about that, though. Gage was in heaven, and when he reached out to rub his hands up and down Newton’s arms and across his chest, that only made it better.

“Can I…” Newton paused, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of Gage’s underwear. “Is this okay?”

“More than okay,” Gage said, standing still as Newton eased the fabric down over Gage’s throbbing cock. When it was finally free, it jutted out in front of Gage, bobbing between them, the head already slick with the evidence of his desire.

Newton was watching it as if he was mesmerized, and Gage couldn’t stop himself from letting his fingers trail down to the button on Newton’s pants.

“I want you to be naked with me,” Gage said, waiting as patiently as he possibly could to see if Newton would be okay with that idea. “But you’re in control here. We’re going to do this at your pace. The night has already been better than perfect for me, so don’t feel pressured.”

“Yeah,” Newton nodded. “Naked is good. We can do that.”

It only took a few more seconds before Newton’s pants and underwear were pooled at his feet. Gage held out an arm to steady him as he stepped free and kicked the discarded clothing out of the way.

When they were both finally naked, neither of them said anything for a minute. Gage wanted to savor each moment, to memorize each detail as his eyes took in every inch of Newton’s body from his head to his feet.

“Come closer,” Gage said, wrapping his arms around Newton’s waist as he pulled Newton’s body against his. “Jesus, Newton. You feel so good. I wish we could stay just like this all night.”

“Can we?” Newton asked, nuzzling into his neck. “Maybe not all night, but… at least for a while longer?”

“Absolutely,” Gage said. “As long as you want.”

He knew they both had to work the next morning, so the chances of actually having naked fun with Newton all night long were probably slim, but Gage was determined to get as much time as he could, to not take a single second for granted.

Newton’s cock strained against Gage’s, the heat rolling off his body as Gage held him close. Gage smiled down at him and moved just far enough away to slip a hand between them.

“Does this feel good?” Gage asked, wrapping his hand around both of their cocks at the same time, rubbing them together as he slowly began to stroke.

“Oh my God,” Gage gasped. Oh, wow… Gage…” Newton swallowed hard as he looked down between them, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. “That feels so good. Please… please keep doing that.”

“Whatever you want,” Gage said, taking up his motto for the night. Whatever Newton wanted was what Gage wanted to give him. Seeing the wonder, the curiosity, the unmasked desire on his face was more than enough to keep Gage hard as a rock. “We can keep doing this all night.”

“Yes,” Newton whispered, nodding. “Faster, Gage… please.”

Gage grinned. If the gasps and the shivers and the sexy little noises hadn’t been enough, Gage knew for sure now that Newton was enjoying himself. And hearing him ask for more?

Yeah, that was music to Gage’s ears.

“Like this?” Gage asked, stroking faster, his pre-cum mingling with Newton’s and acting as lube, as his hand flew over their shafts. “Is this good?”

“So good,” Newton whimpered. “I-I don’t know how long I’ll last like this, Gabe.” His eyebrows knitted together as he made eye contact again. “I know for sure it won’t be all night. It just… feels too good.”

Gage grinned, not taking his eyes off Newton and not slowing down. “We can take longer the second time, babe. Just let go. Enjoy it. Don’t worry about anything.”

He only realized belatedly that the term of endearment had slipped out, but Newton either didn’t notice or didn’t mind, and Gage didn’t want to draw attention to it now. Not when he had Newton’s cock in his hand, and not when he could see that Newton was on the verge of coming undone, his sweet face starting to scrunch up as his breath came in short little bursts.

“Oh my God, Gage,” he panted. “Oh, God… I think… I think I’m gonna come.”

“That’s right,” Gage nodded, his voice low and thick with desire. “Come with me, Newton. I’m right here with you. Right on the edge. Just let go.”

He could see the moment Newton gave in. He could see it in his face, could see it in the way every muscle in Newton’s beautiful body tensed up and contracted before relaxing again as the first hot jets spilled over Gage’s fist.

That sight, that feeling was more than enough to push Gage over the edge, and his own moans joined Newton’s as their orgasms overtook them.

For several moments, neither of them moved. Gage still had a hand wrapped around both of their cocks, reluctant to let go even though they were both totally spent.

“That was…” Newton shook his head as a smile crossed his face. “Just… wow. I’ve never… never done that before.”

“Never?” Gage asked, mirroring his grin. “That makes it even better, even more special. Thank you for sharing it with me.”

Newton’s chest heaved as he took a deep breath, and then he looked down at the sticky, hot mess between them. “Wow,” he repeated, then looked up at Gage again. “Let me get you a towel and we can clean up.” He hesitated, then continued. “And then… maybe we can do that again?”

Gage laughed. “I might need a few minutes, and maybe that cup of coffee? But then, yeah. We can definitely do that again. And again. As many times as you want.”

As many times as you’ll let me.

All night long.

Tomorrow.

Next week.

“Perfect,” Newton said, rushing through the darkened apartment, the moonlight from the window illuminating his pale skin and making his body look even more beautiful—if that was even possible.

Because yeah, it really was perfect. Each minute they spent together only reaffirmed what Gage had suspected from day one.

Newton was perfect for him.