I don't know how long we stood there. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except being with him. I was one big ache from head to toe, and we couldn't get home fast enough to satisfy me.

I wrapped my arms around him, and we walked the rest of the way home like that, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. It was awkward as hell, but I didn't care. Every single time he brushed against me, it was like someone had taken a match and set fire to me.

We didn't stop along the way. We couldn't. We were fucking breathless with desire, and we were in a hurry to get to the one place where we could lay down our loneliness once and for all. He had no idea, no fucking clue, how he really affected me, and I could only guess how I affected him. But it was wonderful, knowing that when he trembled now, he wasn't shivering with the cold, he was fairly vibrating with excitement.

I fumbled with my key in the door, and Bruno jiggled restlessly against me, chanting "Come on, come on" in that husky voice of his. I think we were way past the seduction scenario that Bruno probably plotted out when we first met. Hell...we were way past thinking and anything that didn't involve full body contact.

I nearly fell through the door into the entryway, and Bruno followed, tumbling both of us to the floor. As I lay there, my back cushioned by the carpet underneath me, I reconsidered getting up at all. I rejoiced in the fact that there was now about 10 stone of impatient Bruno wriggling against me. At this point, it was hard to say who was more enthusiastic or more desperate. But I think it was a tie.

I chuckled when his tongue found my neck, licking my skin in broad strokes like a cat. "Stop that."

"Why?" he asked.

"You got me," I answered with another laugh.

"You need to get out of those clothes," he breathed against my mouth. "Let me help you." His hands went to my belt buckle, expertly undoing my pants without breaking the kiss. Part of me felt sad that he knew just what to do and that he was so fucking good at it, too. But part of me was damned grateful that he knew what he was doing because I was definitely at the mercy of my hormones.

"Bruno..." I groaned, and he replied by pulling my pants down and off my legs. "I'm here. Tell me what you want."

"You. Just you," I murmured.

He liked that. I could tell. He kissed me again, and I threaded my fingers through that thick, silky hair. I think I was holding onto him for dear life and he knew it. He was so fucking gentle, not like I expected at all, and that just gave me one more reason to love him.

One of his hands crept between my legs, and I froze. I couldn't help it. I wanted this more than I needed to breathe, but I was a little uptight. "Relax," he said, so softly it wasn't much more than a whisper.

"I'm trying," I answered. I was. I just didn't know what was supposed to happen and...

"Sshhh..." he said, interrupting my attempt to talk myself right back out of this. He nudged my lips apart with his tongue, and then he slid his tongue between my teeth. I gasped, which only opened my mouth further, and he took full advantage. He kissed me again, but this time was different. He was still gentle, but I could feel the tension in him, like he was holding back, and that made me feel better. This wasn't just a fuck for either one of us.

We loved each other, and God, it felt good to know that.

He broke away to push down his jeans, and I protested. I didn't want him to go away, not now, not ever. "Bruno..."

He grinned up at me with dancing blue eyes, and I was shocked to realize that I'd never seen him look this way. Not just happy, but playful. Only it wasn't a con or a fake. "You're thinking too hard, Robert."

I felt my face burn. "Sorry, I-"

He silenced me with another kiss, but this one wasn't a bit gentle. "Are you thinking about me?"

I was breathless again. "Aye...and what you're doing to me."

"What am I doing to you, Robert?" he asked coyly, and I wanted to wipe that sly look off his beautiful face...with my tongue.

"You're making me crazy, you delicious little fuck," I blurted out. Talking dirty wasn't my thing. I was a fucking romantic, dammit. But he made me want things I didn't know how to ask for.

He pressed his hand between my legs, and I whimpered. He leaned over me, hovering like a maniacal little angel,  his breath hitching from time to time like he was unbearably aroused. I did that? Jesus. I did.

"Touch me," he begged with a triumphant smile. Part demon, part innocent, he was everything I never could've dreamed up on my own. My imagination was good, damn good, but he was so much more...and he was real.

I slid my hands down his back until I reached his ass. He stiffened under my hands, and I realized that I wasn't going on this journey alone. He was right there with me. "Please."

I cupped his ass and he jerked against me. I could see the fresh pink handprint that I'd made on his pale skin. "Did I hurt you?" I asked anxiously.

He wound his arms around my neck and kissed the pulse that throbbed there. "Mmm, hurt me again."

I could feel him now, hard and slightly wet, against my groin. If I'd had any worries at all about whether or not I could get it up for a guy, they disappeared. My own cock swelled and left a shiny trail all over his abdomen where our bodies rubbed together.

Our dicks bumped, and I stopped thinking about what went where. He started thrusting against me, and he was just slick enough to glide back and forth. I wrapped my arms around him, and without touching each other any more than that, we came. Something hot and wet spilled between us, and I found his mouth, even as I pushed into that welcome heat.

"I love you," I whispered, not even sure why I was whispering when I wanted to shout it.

He sighed against my neck, but I could tell by the curve of his lips that he was smiling. He burrowed closer and lay his head on my chest. "I think we just made love."

"Oh, you do, do you?" I teased. Then I sobered up when I realized what he meant. What a fucking gift he was, unwrapped in my arms.

His breathing started to even out, and I pressed a kiss to his hair. "You're not falling asleep on me, are you?"

"Nah...just resting my eyes..." As his voice faded away, I decided that I could afford to be sticky once in my life. Just look at how I got that way.

*****

I couldn't say enough about sleeping on the floor. I was glad I had put carpet down, but by morning, my back was complaining. I peeled myself away from Bruno carefully, trying not to disturb him, but he woke as soon as I stood up.

He peered at me with bleary eyes. "Is it morning already?"

"Aye. I'm going to hit the shower. I stink."

He hopped up and pressed himself flush against me. "I like the way you smell," he said, flicking his tongue over one of my nipples.

I groaned. I could feel my cock rising to the occasion. "Um...shower first."

"Okay," he agreed. Much too willingly, if you asked me.

I padded into the bathroom more or less blindly and turned on the shower. Once I was under the spray, I felt more awake. I shook my wet hair out of my eyes. "Jesus! You scared the devil out of me!"

Bruno pouted and bit his lip, the little wanton. I could see that mornings were going to be a lot more interesting than they used to be. "Don't you want me?"

I was so startled, I just reacted. "Come here." I pulled him into my arms, and we stood under the water together, the warm liquid cascading down our faces and bodies. "Ahhh, that feels good."

He kissed my chin, though to be honest, it was more of a nibble than a kiss. "You feel good."

"You're trying to start something, aren't you, you wicked boy?"

Bruno looked up at me, and I couldn't resist those sparkling eyes. We kissed, and the water flowed into and around our mouths.

By the time we got out, the water was cold and we were so clean, we squeaked.

He offered to cook me breakfast. Which is a fine offer to get first thing in the morning from a naked man. Especially when you're in love with said naked man.

"You might want to put some clothes on, though," I suggested. "Don't want the bacon splattering all over...um...something you might want to use...later."

"Robert," he said, linking his hands behind my neck. "I think I've cured you of your shyness. It's a bloody miracle."

I bent my head and kissed him. Our tongues met halfway through the kiss, and I wanted to swoon. Hardly a manly thing to do, I know, but that's how I felt. He was like champagne bubbling through my veins.

I wished he would repeat the words. But I knew he wouldn't. It was too hard for him to get them out the first time. But they were there, in between us, in my heart, and they were never going away.

I broke away reluctantly and gave him a pat on his ass. "Now go get dressed before we're late to school."

"Couldn't we stay home and-"

I shook my head. "I've got classes all day."

"You mean, I won't even get to see you for lunch?" Bruno sounded so fucking heartbroken, I almost gave in. "Well...I suppose we could have lunch together."

"Here?" he cried out eagerly.

"Uh uh. We'd never get to...eat."

Bruno gave me a look that made my mouth water...and not for food. "Oh, come on...you're making this so hard."

"I'm glad something is," he said, a tantalizing glint in his eyes that did not bode well for breakfast or any other meal, for that matter.

"You know," he said, seductively winding his fingers through my hair, "I could make it worth your while to miss your first class."

"Mmm..." There really wasn't a good answer for that one.

"We could try the bed this time," he said, flirting outrageously.

I sighed and brushed his hair out of his eyes. "This could become a bad habit."

Bruno grinned. He was such a little thief, stealing my heart like that. He owned me body and soul already, but I didn't think he knew it.

I nuzzled his cheek. His skin was so soft, I could let myself imagine that it was untouched by anyone but me.

"So...are we staying or going?" he asked huskily.

"Get your ass in that bed. You're a bad influence, and me with nothing but good intentions."

He threw back his head and laughed. "Right."

"But I love you anyway," I said softly, vaguely aware that I was testing him.

His laughter died, and his eyes lost their playful gleam. "You're the only one I want to make love with."

"That's something."

"That's everything," he corrected. He wasn't the least bit perfect, but he was an angel just the same.

"I don't mind that you can't say it again."

He hid his face against my chest. "Can you feel it, though?"

"Aye."

"Then we're okay?"

"Aye. Did you think I'd kick you out of bed for eating crackers?"

He chuckled and the vibration went right through my skin. "We haven't gotten to bed yet."

"Aren't we headed there now?"

"I dunno. Are we?"

"We should go to class. It would be the responsible thing to do."

He gave me one last kiss and said, "I'll get dressed."

"You're giving in?"

He shrugged. "You're right. Besides, it's not like we won't see each other."

That was the last thing I expected and yet...it made a strange kind of sense.

"I'll take you out to lunch."

"Promise?"

"Yeah. I miss you already." I did. I didn't want to be away from him one moment longer than I had to.

He walked away from me, and I felt a pang in my heart like some hapless romantic. I should have been admiring his ass or thinking about what it'd be like to nail him to the mattress, but no... All I wanted to do was hold him and kiss him and... "Bruno?"

He turned to me with an expectant smile on his face. So beautiful. "I'm going to take you someplace nice. So...dress up."

"Okay, but...can we afford it?"

That made me smile. Not the part about being able to afford lunch in a good restaurant. But his unspoken assumption that me and him were suddenly we.

"What?" he asked, looking slightly puzzled.

"You and me."

"Yeah?"

"We're a we now."

"Just what I always wanted," he said lightly, but his eyes were dead serious.

"You're what I always wanted. I just didn't know it."

"You can't say things like that to me, then expect me to leave you long enough to get dressed and go to class, Robert."

"Well...the sooner we get to school...the sooner we can go to lunch." I could see Bruno's quick mind grasp that instantly, and I smiled at how fast he moved.

"Be right back."

And you know? He was.

End