Page 89 of Men of Fort Dale: The Complete Series

Except for the damn sunlight hitting his face.

“Good morning,” David said, voice rough with sleep.

“It won’t go away from this side of the house for a good few hours,” David told him.

“That’s the worst thing I’ve heard this morning.”

“Then let me make it better by saying you’re adorable when you wake up.”

Christian paused, then smiled. “Okay, that made it better.”

“Good.”

He was content to lie there a little longer, still greedily soaking up the heat of David’s body.

Neither had been ready to follow through on David’s promise when they’d stumbled through his door the night before.

The Gala had wiped Christian out, and he’d sensed David wasn’t much better off.

The most they could manage was to pull their clothes off and stumble into bed, Christian still wearing his underwear and one sock.

In contrast, David, at least, managed to get completely naked.

A few hours later, Christian woke up to a familiar thick presence pressing against his back, and he found he had a little more energy.

David had woken a few minutes before him and taken to stroking Christian’s body tenderly, trying not to wake him.

Christian wasn’t sure if it had been the light touches that had brought him awake or the man’s bare cock pushing against his back.

Either way, he’d been more than happy to roll over and pounce, eager to feel his cock inside him again.

And now he was wrapped in the man’s arms, his body still a little tender but happy and wondering what was going to happen.

He had to believe something good was coming his way after the night's events. Christian couldn’t believe David would kiss him, promise they’d talk, and then spend the night like they were lovers for nothing.

Christian grunted. “Great, now I’m awake.”

David chuckled, rubbing a hand over Christian’s lower back. “That’s what happens when you wake up.”

“Yes, I always wondered about that.”

“Smartass.”

“Tender ass, more like it,” Christian grunted.

David leaned back to peer down at him. “Really? I thought I was pretty gentle last night.”

“In comparison to the first time, yeah.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

Christian chuckled, kissing David quickly. “Don’t be. That wasn’t a complaint. Plus, no amount of lube and gentleness can completely take away from the friction of a condom after a little while. Well, and you’re the first person I’ve slept with in months...my body isn’t exactly used to it.”

“Well, maybe we should do something about that,” David said.

Christian raised a brow. “Yeah?”

David smiled. “Why don’t I make us some coffee, and you and I can talk like I promised.”

“This isn’t going to be a...bad talk or anything, is it?” Christian asked as his nerves finally got the better of him.

David leaned forward, kissing Christian’s forehead. “I certainly hope not.”

He wasn’t sure what that meant, but Christian would accept it.

David wasn’t a man who rushed into anything and erred more toward heavy thought than immediate action.

In truth, Christian had expected him to take far longer than a few days to come to a conclusion, and he wondered what had changed that patient habit.

“Alright, but I’m the one making the coffee. I don’t trust your non-coffee-drinking ass to make it,” Christian said, wriggling out of David’s grip.

“Someone’s eager,” David said with a smirk.

Christian hopped off the bed and stretched. “You promised me coffee. Once you offer me coffee, I want it immediately.”

David rolled onto his back, eyes roving Christian’s naked body greedily. “By all means, help yourself. I wasn’t going to make any for myself anyway.”

“Ooh, so I get to make it my way?”

“That you do.”

“Yes!”

Christian almost skipped toward the kitchen, where the delicious brew of the Gods waited.

However, he hesitated as he watched David take his turn to stretch before getting out of bed.

Christian’s groin stirred as he watched the man’s well-cared-for body on full display in the invading sunlight.

Dark hair glistened on his stomach in a thin but bold line, and Christian could see just a peek of the dark hair that rested above the man’s cock.

He knew all too well what the blanket was hiding, and for a moment, he was tempted to dive back onto the bed and help himself again.

David snorted, pointing to the kitchen. “Weren’t you about to make coffee?”

“What, like you weren’t just checking me out?”

“With an ass like that, how could I not?”

“And when you look as good as you do, all sleepy and sexy in bed, how can I not do the same?”

David smiled. “Because you have coffee to attend to. And afterward, we should probably take a shower.”

“To get clean or to get dirty all over again?”

“I suppose that depends on you, doesn’t it?”

Knowing he was dismissed, Christian turned on his heel, still grinning, and marched out of the room.

Once more, he found his mind wondering what David would say.

Christian wasn’t foolish enough to believe that he and David being something, dating seriously, and maybe falling in love wouldn’t be dangerous.

The two of them were more than a couple of decades apart, and in reality, their positions made a romance very dangerous for both of them.

Yet, his mind couldn’t help but fixate on their few moments together.

Something about being with David felt right .

Some part of him, his heart, if Christian wanted to be romantic, felt at home in David’s arms. The sex was mind-blowing, their conversations came easily, and they knew they could depend on one another when the going got tough.

Maybe there were plenty of reasons to avoid a romantic relationship, but Christian also thought there were plenty of reasons to stick with it.

As he rummaged around to find the coffee, he felt an arm wrap around his waist and pull him back suddenly.

Startled from his thoughts, Christian let out a small yelp as he felt his back collide with David’s front.

He laughed softly as David’s other arm wrapped around his chest, keeping him in place so he couldn’t wriggle away.

“David! I’m trying to make coffee like you ordered,” Christian protested.

“And I come out of my room, finding you bent over in my kitchen. How could I resist?”

The growl in David’s voice was no longer because he was half-asleep. Oh no, Christian could hear the man was wide awake, and that was all desire in his rough voice. And if his voice wasn’t an indication, the press of David’s cock into his back certainly was.

Christian shivered. “We’re not making it to the shower first, are we?”

“No.”

With that simple word, Christian melted into David’s arms. Only then did he realize one of David’s hands was not gripping him but something else. A low gasp broke from him as he saw the familiar bottle of lube and the shiny wrapper of a condom.

“Damn, you came prepared,” Christian murmured, turning his head to kiss David as best he could.

“I might have gone back and grabbed what we needed,” David told him.

Christian succeeded in his attempt to kiss David, moaning softly as their lips parted. An idea blossomed in his head, and while he knew it was probably a bad idea to bring it up, he couldn’t help himself.

“Do you trust me?” Christian heard himself ask.

David pulled back, raising a brow. “Of course I do.”

“No,” Christian began, reaching down to pull the condom from David’s grasp. “Do you trust me?”

David’s eyes lit up in understanding, his brow falling to a frown. “You...want to go without?”

It was one hell of a question to ask, considering he still didn’t know if they would be something serious.

Yet, he knew damn well he trusted David to be honest with him if going bare was safe.

On the one hand, he desperately wanted that display of pure trust between them and, hopefully, foreshadowing what would come when they finally talked.

On the other hand, a far hornier side of his mind wanted to feel the general’s bare cock and to feel him come inside him.

“If you think we can,” Christian said.

David’s bottom lip caught between his teeth. “It’s been...a while since I went without.”

Christian chuckled nervously. “I’ve never.”

David’s eyes widened. “What?”

“I’ve never gone bare before.”

He knew enough about going bare to know it felt better for both partners, and there tended to be less irritation for the person who received.

Christian had always wanted to feel someone’s bare cock inside him, to know what it felt like to be bonded, skin to skin.

Still, he’d never trusted a partner enough.

He did not give trust easily, even though he tried to find the best in people.

He would not throw away his health on a fling or a short-term boyfriend.

But for David? He’d do it in a heartbeat.

“Feels like that should be for a more special moment than me fucking you on a counter,” David said, eyes darting between Christian and the condom.

Christian laughed. “Are you kidding me? Just having you inside me is going to be romantic enough.”

David’s pupils swelled, but his grin returned. “A man of simple tastes.”

“And easy to please,” Christian told him.

David released him, taking the condom and tossing it absently onto the counter.

The bottle of lube, however, was opened and placed nearby.

Christian hummed happily a moment later when he was pulled into a hungry kiss, now facing David.

It required him to stand on the tips of his toes to reach the man’s lips comfortably, but he considered it well worth it.