Free Under My Skin by M. L. Rhodes Page B

opened the refrigerator again. He grabbed two cardboard cartons that contained leftover Kung Pao beef and sesame chicken, and stuck them in the microwave. “Grab some chopsticks out of that crock on the counter. Unless you'd rather have a fork, in which case left-hand drawer.”
    Sebastian plucked two wrapped packages of wooden chopsticks out of the container, then picked up their beer bottles.
    When the microwave dinged, Dylan retrieved the now-warm cartons.
    “Lead the way,” Sebastian said, stepping aside to let Dylan pass him.
    “Damn, and I was hoping I'd get to follow you so I could ogle your ass.”
    Sebastian shrugged, but a smiled teased at his lips. “Your house. You know where the bedroom is.”
    “Excuses, excuses.”
    In his bedroom, Dylan flipped on the light on the table next to the bed and turned on his Mp3 player in its docking station. The last playlist he'd listened to was still up on it— a mix of rock, pop, and even a few country songs.
    When the first song began playing— a country ballad— Sebastian gave him an odd look.
    “What?”
    “This isn't what you listen to in your shop.”
    “That stuff?” Dylan rolled his eyes. “That's Ander's music. Some of it's okay, and I don't mind it overall, but it's not what I listen to in my own time. What do you listen to?”
    “A little bit of everything except... ”
    Dylan laughed. “Except Ander's music.”
    They sat on the bed, Dylan leaning back against the dark wood headboard, propped up with pillows, and Sebastian cross-legged facing him. Chinese leftovers had never tasted so good, nor had the view been so spectacular. Sebastian had started with the Kung Pao beef, and Dylan the chicken, but somewhere along the line they began feeding each other bites.
    When a drop of Kung Pao sauce fell on Sebastian's thigh, Dylan leaned down and licked it off. He let his tongue linger, swirling against Sebastian's warm, lightly furred skin.
    He heard Sebastian's breath catch. Saw his half-erect cock twitch.
    When he lifted his head, their eyes locked. He reached into the carton Sebastian held, picked up a piece of— he didn't even know what because he couldn't tear his gaze from Sebastian's— and dropped it.
    Sebastian gave a low hiss and his eyes flamed.
    Dylan looked down and discovered he'd unintentionally had perfect aim. The bit of water chestnut had landed on Sebastian's thick and quickly hardening dick.
    Oh, yeah.
    He took the carton from Sebastian, set it on the bed, and with a hand on his chest, pushed the man back onto the mattress.
    Sebastian spread his legs and Dylan crawled between them.
    “You look good enough to eat,” Dylan said with a smile.
    “What are you going to do about it?” The come-hither look in Sebastian's eyes sent blood rushing to Dylan's cock.
    “I'm going to eat, of course.” He lowered his face to the man's groin, where, somehow, the bit of food still managed to cling midway down Sebastian's shaft in spite of the fact his shaft was now at full attention, jutting from its nest of dark curls.
    Watching Sebastian the whole time, and getting seriously turned on over the fact Sebastian was watching him as well, he slowly licked up the turgid length of Sebastian's cock, snagging the water chestnut, feeling the spicy bite of the sauce on his tongue again. Then he licked again, from base to tip of Sebastian's rod, ending with a swirl of tongue directly over the prominent head.
    Sebastian gave a slow shudder of pleasure.
    Inspired, Dylan dipped two fingers into the nearby carton, this time not interested in the meat and vegetables, but rather in scooping up the sauce itself. He brought his dripping fingers back to Sebastian's dick and smeared the goo all over it, taking his time to paint it on everything.
    Another hiss from Sebastian had Dylan looking up at him. This time Sebastian's eyes were squeezed close. “Damn. It's tingling. Damn! ”
    No surprise. The Kung Pao was made with chili peppers. Dylan grinned.
    Sebastian's hips