Found at the Library (10 page)

Nothing. No response, no breathing sound, nothing. Mac lifted the phone away from his ear and stared at it. It still said the phone call was connected. “Tommy?”

“Um, yeah. Sorry. You want to go out for coffee? Like on a date?”

“That was the general idea, but if you wanted to go as friends instead, I’d be okay with that, too. Hell, I miss talking to you in the evenings.” And that was probably coming on too strong, but exhaustion made him brutally honest.

“I miss that, too.” Tommy’s response sounded soft and low.

It hit Mac right in the groin with the weight of it. His nerves lit up when Tommy was near, in whatever capacity. Wow, they had some powerful chemistry. He had to convince Tommy they needed to explore the possibilities together.

“Can we meet somewhere, or I can come pick you up? Just tell me what works for you, and I’m there.”

“Well, since you know where Typecast is,” he could hear the thread of humor in Tommy’s voice, “why don’t you pick me up here? I’ll be ready thirty minutes after closing.”

Yes!
“I’ll be there. Thanks, Tommy.”

“I have to say, I’m looking forward to our
date
,” Tommy said as he hung up.

Mac did a touchdown victory dance right in the middle of his office. Hell, yeah, this was actually going to happen.

Chapter Six

It would be nice if life could be like a book. Two interested parties...guaranteed sex and a happily ever after in the end. No embarrassing sexual blunders in sight.

-Observations from Tommy

Tommy checked his reflection in the mirror one last time. Fuck, he looked tired, but he couldn’t do anything about that now. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves. This may be a first date, but it wasn’t like he didn’t know Mac. He did, and after the stress of the last few days, he deserved the chance to blow off some steam. After he apologized to Mac, maybe he could convince Mac to come back to his place.

Fuck...

He ran over to the bedside table and checked the drawers. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d needed any of this stuff. Okay...condoms...check. Not expired...check. Lube...check. Behaving like an idiot...check. “Calm the fuck down,” he muttered to himself.

A knock sounded from the back door that led directly into the loft. Most people didn’t even realize that door was there. He rarely used it. He forgot how much time Mac had spent here during those days at the hospital. Tommy grimaced as he shut the drawer. How far had Mac’s snooping gone? Did he know what the expiration dates were on the packages in that drawer?

He needed to let it go.
Shake it off, Garrett.
Tommy opened the door and his doubts dissipated when he got a good look at Mac. He wore fitted grey trousers, a navy blue, button-up shirt topped with a suit vest and then his heavy overcoat. The man was so fucking gorgeous. Who cared if he had a bit of a stalking streak? Most guys would kill to have a stalker this sexy and interesting.

Mac’s mouth kicked up on the side. “Can I assume from that expression that I didn’t go wrong with my look tonight?”

“What?” Tommy’s gaze flew to meet Mac’s humor-filled eyes.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to assume that no one in the room needs coffee and turn you around and march you right back to your bedroom.”

An electric arc of desire coursed through Tommy and he shivered. “Yes, please.”

“Holy shit. Seriously?” Mac eyes widened, and he stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. He took a good half a minute to look Tommy up and down and with each heated pass of his gaze, Tommy’s cock plumped more.

“Hmm, I never was very good at dating, anyway,” Mac murmured. Reaching up, he threaded his fingers around the back of Tommy’s head and pulled him into a kiss.

Hot. Sexy. Dominating. And so damn arousing with the pure need ricocheting through the action.

Tommy stumbled back into the wall, spread his legs so Mac could get closer, and wrapped his arms around Mac’s torso to pull him tight. In an instant, they were flush against one another, their legs intertwined, their chests pressed together as they devoured one another. Tommy’s head spun with the delicious sensations that zipped throughout his body. His groin tightened and his nerves sizzled at the pressure points where Mac’s delectable body touched his, especially that hard erection pressed against his own. Sheer heaven.

Mac shrugged out of his overcoat while Tommy unbuttoned the buttons on Mac’s vest and shirt, wanting more skin.

Mac pulled back from him slightly. “Is it safe to assume that the coffee aspect to our date has gone by the wayside?”

Tommy shook his head and continued on his quest for skin, tugging Mac’s shirttail out of his pants. “There are many times when words are needed. I’m all for words, my author friend. But this isn’t one of those times. I need you naked, now.”

“Do you now?” Mac lightly nipped at Tommy’s neck and Tommy’s eyes rolled back into his head at the heady sensation. “That sounded like a very polite ‘shut up’.”

“But yet, you’re still talking.”

Luckily, Mac could multi-task as he tugged at the front of Tommy’s pants and undid his belt. When his belt snaked free, Mac unfastened Tommy’s pants. Then his hand dove in to wrap around Tommy’s throbbing erection in a firm grip.

“Oh, fuck, Mac, that feels so fucking good.”

“Then this will feel even better.” Mac dropped to his knees, pulled out Tommy’s cock, and swallowed it down his throat in one motion. The sheer eroticism of the action had Tommy’s balls tightening, aching with the need to come hard, right now. He resisted the urge to thrust into all that tight, wet heat, not wanting to hurt Mac. Tommy dropped his hands to Mac’s hair simply to anchor him. A deep hum reverberated from Mac’s throat and up the full length of Tommy’s dick.

“Jesus, Mac, that feels amazing, but I’m already too close.”

Mac hummed again, and those vibrant blue eyes gazed up at Tommy with so much passion it overwhelmed him. Tommy’s balls drew up even tighter, followed by that unmistakable tingling at the base of his spine.
No, not yet.

He needed to slow them down. “So, this is what it takes to get you quiet, huh?” Tommy asked, laughing lightly at Mac’s scowl, but then Mac’s eyes glimmered with an expression that turned calculating.

Mac pulled off slightly, and reached up working Tommy’s balls in rhythm corresponding with his tongue, and any miniscule amount of control Tommy had gained, scattered. But when Mac ran his wet finger across Tommy’s taint just as he twisted his tongue around the crown of his cock, Tommy finally lost it all.

His dick convulsed and pulsed, shooting hot spurts of cum down Mac’s throat. Mac swallowed and moaned, finally closing those blue eyes. His expression looked totally blissed out as he took all Tommy had to give.

When the suction of Mac’s mouth became too much, Tommy pulled him off and dropped to the floor in front of him. His legs wouldn’t hold him up any longer, and he needed to kiss Mac in the worst way.

Their mouths met. Mac tasted like cinnamon, sin, and him, and it was the sexiest thing Tommy had ever tasted. Their tongues dueled, and Tommy tugged at Mac’s shirt, again. Why was he still dressed? “Take this off,” he gasped.

Mac panted, his eyes wide. “Okay, but let’s move this someplace more comfortable than the cold, hard floor.”

“Hmm, the first sign of old age...when comfort is more important than hot as fuck sex.”

“Oh, so not true, baby boy. I can promise you, no matter where we do it, the sex will be hot as fuck. Just give me a chance to prove it.”

A shiver rolled down Tommy’s spine, and he sprang to his feet. “Sounds like a challenge I’ll enjoy.” He tugged on Mac’s arm to pull him upright. “Come on, let’s find you someplace soft so you can continue to rock my world.”

When they entered Tommy’s bedroom, he became nervous again. It had been a while since he’d done this. He shooed Ampersand off the bed. She mewed her displeasure and left after rubbing against Mac’s leg.

Tommy wiped his suddenly sweaty hands on his jeans before going to the nightstand drawer and pulling out the supplies.

“Hey, if you’ve changed your mind about this, it’s okay.” Mac must have sensed his sudden discomfort. He came up behind Tommy and wrapped an arm around him from behind, threading his hand under Tommy’s shirt so he could play with his nipple.

Tommy closed his eyes and concentrated on Mac’s fingers tweaking his nipple and the erection pressed into his hip. His heartbeat sped up and his dick showed signs of recovery. “No, I haven’t changed my mind. It’s been a while, so I don’t feel like I have as much game as normal.” Fuck, it had been almost a year since he’d been with anyone besides his own hand.

Mac turned Tommy so they faced one another. He ran a soft finger up his cheek. “You don’t need game with me. I like you just the way you are, everything about you. I know we skipped the date part of this evening, and maybe that was a mistake. But Tommy, we’ve been friends. That isn’t going to change because we have sex. And it’s not going to change if we decide not to have sex.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow, and Mac chuckled.

“Okay, yes, you’ve had an orgasm, but I haven’t. I don’t count it as sex until we both have the big O.”

Tommy tugged at Mac’s waistband, opening the fly and spreading it. “Well, I guess we need to fix that then, don’t we? I’m assuming you like to give.” He reached down and stroked Mac’s very impressive length through the thin fabric of his boxers. “Although it’s been a while for me.” He glanced down and swallowed. “It appears God looked very kindly on you, so I’m gonna need some prep work.”

“It would be my pleasure, but to do that we need to get naked first.”

Tommy watched Mac peel off his shirt and was surprised at the defined cut of his muscles. “I thought you were an author. Doesn’t that mean you sit hunched over a computer all day? How does that get you abs like this?” He trailed his fingertips down the ridges of Mac’s tight abdomen and licked his lips.

“Nuh uh,” Mac chastised and pulled away. “You don’t get to touch me until you start losing clothes.”

“Wow, you have a dominant streak.” Tommy winked at him and waggled a single eyebrow. “I like it.”

Mac chuckled. “Not dominant. Just focused. Something that you seem to need help with.”

Tommy hesitated. If only Mac knew how accurate that was. But now wasn’t the time for true confessions. He stripped off his clothes as Mac did the same. Tommy’s mouth grew drier and drier with each piece Mac removed...firm thighs, bubble butt with high dimples. Mac had the whole package, and Tommy panted with anticipation.

Mac saw his watchful gaze, so when he was completely nude, he struck a casual pose, crossing his legs at the ankles and leaning against the bedpost at the bottom of the bed, his jutting cock bouncing from the movement. “Like what you see?” Mac said with a cheesy grin.

“You are a cocky bastard, aren’t you?” Tommy stepped over and slowly stoked up and then down Mac’s hard length with his fingertip. “But I do have to say that your cock is very impressive, Mr. McIntyre.”

Mac froze, and his eyes closed as he groaned low. Mac gritted his teeth, the muscles in his jaw flexing tightly.

“Feels good,” Mac gasped.

Tommy leaned forward and nipped one of Mac’s nipples as he continued to stroke. The flat disc puckered, and Tommy swirled his tongue around the tight skin. Slowly he nibbled across Mac’s muscular pectoral and up his neck until he tongued Mac’s ear. “It will feel better when you fuck me.”

Mac shuddered, and his cock flexed in Tommy’s grip as his posture tensed. “Hell, yeah. Get on the bed.”

That tone of voice sent a shiver of arousal through Tommy. He did as instructed and crawled onto the mattress. Mac followed right behind him and pushed his shoulders down so that his head rested on his hands with his ass in the air.

“You have the perfect ass,” Mac murmured while rolling his palms up Tommy’s two tight globes to his lower back. “Oh fuck, look at those gorgeous dimples.” Mac’s breath heated Tommy’s spine as Mac placed two light kisses right above his ass cheeks. “Fucking adorable,” Mac whispered as he continued to stroke Tommy’s ass cheeks.

“Did you honestly just call me adorable?”

Mac chuckled low and he swatted Tommy. “You bet I did, sweet cheeks.”

“And it gets worse and worse.”

“Are you complaining about my pillow talk?”

Cold liquid drizzled down Tommy’s split cheeks and he hissed. “I’m just saying you talk a lot in bed,” Tommy said. The pad of Mac’s fingertip stroked across Tommy’s taint. A bolt of arousal shot the full length of his dick. “Hmm, but not complaining. Nope.”

Mac chuckled, and he slowly worked his lubed finger inside his puckered hole.

Tommy wiggled his hips back. “More.”

Mac complied and added the second finger. The stretch burned in the absolute best way. Mac murmured and lay across Tommy’s back as he worked. That hard erection heating the back of Tommy’s thigh was driving him crazy with need. He pushed back against Mac’s fingers, wanting to feel more inside him, preferably Mac’s dick.

“You’re so hot and tight,” Mac said as he twisted his fingers around. “You’re going to feel so good on my cock.”

Turned on by his own words, Mac’s cock flexed against the back of Tommy’s thigh, leaving a bead of moisture.

Mac’s fingers grazed Tommy’s bundle of nerves and his erection throbbed back to life. He flexed his hips into the air, needing friction.

“Touch yourself,” Mac instructed, and Tommy happily complied.

Mac inserted his third finger, and the combination of desire and Mac’s murmured sexy talk negated any burn he felt. Arousal and need surged.

“Need. You inside. Me,” Tommy gasped.

“Oh, fuck yeah. I need that, too,” Mac said, his voice husky.

Tommy had been slowly stroking his cock in time with Mac’s hand in his ass, but he stilled when Mac pulled his fingers free. A rush of anticipation rolled over him at the crinkle of the condom wrapper.

Mac spread Tommy’s thighs wider and leaned over his back, pressing a row of kisses up his spine. “Relax.”