Darwin's Natural Selection by Katie Allen Page B

imagined filling Tom’s mouth with his cum. He could hear the small gasps and groans as Tom came as well, and the sounds of the other man’s excitement drew out his orgasm until his body shook with exhausted tremors. Taking two shaky steps to the bed, Darwin collapsed to lie diagonally across the mattress.
    For a time, they didn’t say a word, although Darwin knew Tom was still there.
    He could hear him breathing.
    “You’re amazing,” Darwin finally said.
    “You too.” Tom’s voice had that sleepy, satiated, totally unafraid, post-phone-sex sound that Darwin loved.
    “What are you doing tomorrow night?”
    “This, hopefully.” Tom sounded as if he were smiling.
    “Want to go out first? We could get that drink I keep promising you.”
    “Sure.”
    In the next few seconds of contented silence, Darwin felt his eyes beginning to slide closed. “I’d better say goodnight before I fall asleep,” he yawned.
    “Would you mind…” As Tom trailed off, Darwin could imagine the way the other man was nibbling on the inside of his bottom lip. For some reason, that image started getting him aroused again.
    “Would I mind what?”
    “Shit,” Tom sighed. “It sounds so incredibly cheesy.”
    “Now I’m curious. Would I mind doing what? You know you can’t out-cheese me, so don’t worry about that.”
    Tom gave an embarrassed laugh. “I was just wondering if you’d mind staying on the phone? You know, until one of us falls asleep. If you don’t have unlimited minutes, though, I totally understand…”
    “I’m not going anywhere,” Darwin replied, holding the phone to his ear as he shifted around so his head was actually in the vicinity of the pillows. “Want me to talk or sing or something?”
    “I’m not five,” Tom said, sounding a little insulted but mostly amused. “You don’t have to sing me a lullaby.” After a pause, he asked, “Can you sing?”
    “Like an angel,” Darwin said, the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement.
    “Too bad you just said you don’t want to hear a lullaby.”
    “Great,” Tom grumbled. “Now I’m curious.”
    Darwin did laugh at that. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” After clearing his throat, he started singing, “Get out on that dance floor and shake that ass for me! How low can you go, huh? Let me see!” He stopped, grinning as he listened to Tom howl with laughter.
    “Oh Lord,” Tom wheezed when he’d apparently gotten his laughter under control. “Was that DJ B. Serious?”
    “Yes,” Darwin said primly. “Glad you recognized the artist. But, you know, if my self-esteem wasn’t so rock solid, you could’ve really crushed my dreams by laughing at my singing.”
    This just set Tom off again. “Sorry!
    Sorry!” he gasped. “I fully and completely support your singing dreams.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    Darwin kept his tone skeptical, although it was all he could do not to join Tom’s laughter—it was infectious.
    “I’d believe you more if you didn’t have laugh hiccups.”
    “No, really,” Tom assured him. “You really do sound like an angel.”
    “Really?”
    “Definitely. An angel who wants to see how low I can go.” Tom’s voice shook at the end and he started laughing again. Unable to hold back anymore, Darwin laughed as well.
    “I could listen to you all night,” he said.
    When silence greeted his comment, Darwin bit his cheek, wondering if he’d pushed too far.
    “You too,” Tom finally answered. “I kind of wish you were here with me.”
    Darwin sat up. “Want me to come over?”
    “No!” The answer was brutally quick and honest.
    Disappointed, Darwin flopped back down so his head hit the pillows. “Maybe another time.”
    “Yeah,” Tom agreed, although he didn’t sound as if he actually meant it.
    Darwin had the panicked thought that Tom might be getting cold feet about the whole thing. Maybe he’d never want to go out with Darwin again. “This is good too,”
    he hurried to say. “Don’t get me wrong.