Free Don't Drink the Holy Water by Bailey Bradford Page B

we—?” West didn’t finish the sentence. He had Axel by the wrist and was leading him out of the theater.
    “Where are we going?” Axel asked. “I’m down with whatever you want, West. I’m just asking.”
    West didn’t answer until they were outside. “I don’t know. I—I just—”
    Axel had had alley sex before, and he didn’t want that with West. The man deserved better. “My room, then.”
    West seemed hesitant and Axel feared he’d say no. Then a determined look came over West and he nodded. “Let’s go.”
    When he said it, he apparently meant it. Axel ran beside him toward the hotel.
     
    * * * *
     
    He had to hurry before he either backed out, freaked out, or came in his jeans. Running with a hard-on sucked, though, and his dick was likely to be chafed.
    Well, he’d deal with it if it meant Axel touching him there. While West wasn’t sure he was ready for anal sex, he was ready to experience more things with Axel. He believed Axel wanted more than to just get off with him. Axel had been sincere earlier when speaking of his hope for them to have a relationship.
    And most people in relationships had sex. West was ready for that.
    A block from the hotel, they slowed to a jog.
    “Stairs might be faster if there’s a line at the elevators,” Axel said.
    West grunted, unable to get his mind off doing something with Axel.
    As they approached the hotel, they slowed to a walk. Axel waved at a concierge, then opened the door for West. The lobby was empty, and there was no line at the elevators.
    West was relieved that the interior of the elevator was paneled rather than mirrored.
    Then he forgot about that too as Axel kissed him the second the doors closed.
    West felt a surge of arousal so great he wanted to shove Axel’s pants down and— He couldn’t quite envision it, but West did back Axel up to one wall and kiss him fiercely. He wanted more of Axel, more of his taste, more of the sounds he made. More skin, more everything.
    The elevator dinged and they jerked apart as the doors opened. Axel took him by the hand again and strode quickly to a room halfway down the hall.
    “Key card, key card…” Axel mumbled while pulling his wallet out. “There it is. Thank God I didn’t leave it in the room. It’s happened before.”
    He opened the door, and West barely stepped inside behind Axel before Axel spun around and buried his fingers in West’s hair.
    West wrapped his arms around Axel. He ran his hands down the planes of his back but stopped at his belt.
    Axel moaned and wiggled against him. He pressed his erection urgently against West and began to rut.
    West bit at Axel’s lips. He wanted more than this, though it was good. “I want to see you,” West forced himself to say, speaking against Axel’s lips. Shaking with nerves and excitement, he moved one hand around and cupped Axel’s cock through his jeans. His own daring surprised him, but Axel drove him insane with want.
    Axel hissed and shuddered. He moved back and pulled West with him. When Axel had the bed directly behind him, he began to strip. First his shoes, then socks, then his pants. He hadn’t worn underwear.
    West should have probably taken off his clothes, too, but he was too busy staring at Axel’s long, muscular legs first, then his balls and cock next. West forgot to breathe and it was only when he started seeing spots that he realized it. “Can I touch?” he asked, almost not recognizing his own stripped voice.
    “Please,” Axel said, spreading his legs.
    West took a step and Axel gestured at him. “Can I unfasten your pants at least?”
    Maybe he was an awkward dork who should have stopped and stripped down at least as much as Axel had, but West was too eager to touch. “Uh-huh.”
    Axel reached for his waistband at the same time West palmed his fuzzy balls. The weight and heat of them felt amazing in his hand. “Oh. Oh, god—” He traced a thick vein running down the underside of Axel’s shaft with one