Where You Least Expect It by M. Durango Page B

each other for a minute before one of them moved — or maybe it was both of them — and they were pressed together, mouths hot and hands searching. There was no attempt at seduction this time, no half-hearted attempt to give one another a chance to back away, just heat and need.
    Matt turned and pushed Christian up against the wall. Christian used the leverage to wrap his legs around Matt’s waist, pressing their erections together.
    “Oh, fuck.” Matt broke the kiss, gasping for air. Christian didn’t stop, just moved to suck on Matt’s neck and earlobe. The heat was almost unbearable.
    Christian was struggling to get Matt’s shirt out of his pants but they were pressed so tightly together that there wasn’t much room to maneuver. Once it was finally untucked, Matt helped yank it over his head.
    “Oh, God, you’re so fucking hot. Look at you.” Christian’s hands were all over Matt’s chest and arms. Matt leaned his hands on either side of Christian’s head, holding the smaller man up with just his thighs.
    “You think so?” Matt was surprised at the husky sound of his own voice.
    Christian rested his head on Matt’s forearm, hands travelling over Matt’s belly. “You have no idea. I thought sucking you off would get it out of my system, but I can’t stop thinking about you. You looked so hot on my couch the other night.” He paused before adding, “I thought I was going to embarrass myself watching you play pool earlier.”
    Matt’s laugh turned into a groan when Christian flicked his thumb over Matt’s nipple. Matt kissed him again, harder this time, pent-up need taking over and making him uncharacteristically aggressive. Christian responded by digging his fingers into Matt’s shoulders and grinding against Matt.
    “That’s so hot,” Matt muttered as he kissed Christian’s neck. Christian tipped his head back with a soft thump, giving Matt better access.
    “Oh! What?”
    “That. They way you get so turned on and don’t tell me I’m being too rough.”
    “God. No. Fucking amazing.”
    Matt tried to get Christian’s shirt off but realized he had no room. He stepped back reluctantly and let Christian down. “We should move this somewhere else.”
    Christian nodded and it only took Matt a second to opt for the bedroom over the couch. He wanted to get Christian naked, wanted to find out if there was more to this than just desperate blowjobs.
    Matt stopped near the bed, arms around Christian’s waist. Christian’s hands were still sliding over Matt’s chest and arms like he couldn’t get enough. Christian leaned up and kissed Matt softly. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
    Jesus, wasn’t that his line? It was fucking weird, but he kissed Christian back. “I want to touch you. I want to get naked with you and not worry about getting interrupted. I want to do more than jerk you off on the couch.”
    Christian groaned. “It makes me fucking hot when you say things like that.”
    “Yeah?” He pulled Christian’s T-shirt off. “You want me to tell you how I never thought guys were sexy and now I can’t stop thinking about you?” He mirrored Christian’s movements and touched Christian’s chest and arms. He moved his hands down to Christian’s jeans, opening the button but stopping, instead wrapping his hands around Christian’s hips, down to cup firm ass cheeks. He kissed Christian’s neck and shoulder.
    Matt pulled away long enough to tug the blankets down on the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed to take his boots off.
    Christian toed his sneakers off and crawled on the bed behind Matt. Matt couldn’t see him, but could feel his breath as he lay close and traced the muscles on Matt’s back.
    “God, even your back is ripped. I didn’t know real people looked like this.”
    Matt turned and lay next to Christian, reaching out and putting a hand on Christian’s hip. “I’ll have to remember to go to the gym more often.” He ignored the implication that