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RJ’s single finger reached Aaron’s belt buckle, and he started to undo it. As he worked it off, and Aaron lifted his hips to help him pull it through the loops, RJ grinned. “Good God, Mr. Danvers, I think this is going to be the best night of my life.”
Aaron still couldn’t talk, but he was starting to feel exactly the same way. Cat shit and all.
Chapter Five
Mr. Danvers’s loftapartment was tidy and neat, and so was his body. He was shorn and shaven, tight and firm. His chest hair was light, and his nipples peeked out pink and perfect. His stomach wasn’t a ripped six-pack—it was just a bit soft. But in the best way, displaying a tender vulnerability that made RJ feel protective and hot all over.
He wiped the sweat off his upper lip and stared down at the man beneath him, still struggling out of his pants and looking shy about his boxer briefs, hung up as they were on his hard cock. Mr. Danvers was like a miraculous present wrapped up just for RJ by the baby Jesus himself.
Holy shit. Merry Christmas to me. Fuck.
RJ ran his hands down the length of Mr. Danvers’s body, fitting his palms into the grooves at his hips, and then rapidly freed him from the boxer briefs, shoving them down and leaning back to tug them off. “Yes,” he hissed. “That’s better. Fuck, look at you.”
Mr. Danvers shivered lightly, and RJ couldn’t resist touching again, smoothing his hands down and up again, rubbing his torso, plucking his nipples, and then skimming past his gorgeous cock to stroke his thighs and spread them apart. RJ popped open his own jeans, shoving them down to mid-thigh.
“Condoms?” he breathed.
“Bedroom.”
“Mmm.” RJ bent low and kissed Mr. Danvers again, his red lips still swollen from the ferocious kisses they’d shared before. “Gonna make you come so hard.” He trailed kisses down Mr. Danvers’s scratchy cheek to suck his earlobe, gratified when Mr. Danvers arched and whimpered. “Gonna make you come so many times.”
“Fuck,” Mr. Danvers said, gripping RJ hard and tugging at his T-shirt. “Get it off.”
“You want me naked?”
“Fuck,” Mr. Danvers said again. “Want you.”
“Yeah? How much?”
Mr. Danvers groaned and kissed RJ hard, tugging him down so that their dicks lined up as they rutted together. RJ tugged Mr. Danvers’s head back and licked up his neck, loving how Mr. Danvers’s breathing hitched and wobbled, how he gripped RJ’s ass harder and pulled him in tight.
“Like that?”
Mr. Danvers moaned. His eyes were closed, and he was working himself into a frenzy, his cock jamming against RJ’s hard stomach and rubbing against RJ’s aching cock. They were both going to come if they kept on much longer.
RJ wanted that, but he also wanted Mr. Danvers to beg. He lifted off Mr. Danvers’s body and resisted his urgent grunts and reaching hands long enough to stand up, tug his jeans back up over his aching dick, and reach a hand down to the teacher he’d wanted to fuck for six years.
This was happening. Holy fuck.
He was about to bury himself in that hot ass. He’d never believed in miracles, but this sure as hell had the hand of God written all over it, as far as he was concerned.
“Bedroom,” he ordered. “Now.”
Dazed, Mr. Danvers seemed to have a hard time getting to his feet. His eyes were far away in the haze of lust, but he let RJ pull him up, unsteady and naked, a vulnerable sweetness in his whole body, so on display and so aroused. His ass jiggled as he moved ahead of RJ down the hallway that must lead to his room.
Constance streaked past them again, scampering around before bouncing off the sofa and then under the chair she’d been sitting on when they first came in. Mr. Danvers ignored her, so RJ did too, following him with his eyes trained on that ass which had given him so much trouble in high school.
It was every bit as luscious naked as he’d imagined. His balls tightened, and he was glad he’d pulled his jeans back up. If he touched himself right now, he’d shoot all over that sexiness. When he really wanted to shoot inside it.
The bedroom was sparsely decorated with a comfortable looking bed and a chest of drawers. Nothing more. The bedroom window curtains opened to let in the glow of a neighbor’s outdoor colored Christmas lights. Mr. Danvers hastily flipped on the standing light next to the bed and drew the curtains closed with a fast twitch.
And then he was digging in the top drawer of the chest against the wall, rattling the few framed photographs atop it, as he finally yanked out a tube of lube and a half-used strip of condoms.
It made RJ’s stomach flip to imagine that Mr. Danvers might bring other men—other hookups—here. Sweat gathered at the base of his back, a feeling of nausea washing over and through him. Like Mr. Danvers was his, and the men he brought up here to fuck were betraying something that’d never existed between them.
Mr. Danvers turned to him with the supplies in hand and stared up at RJ wide-eyed. RJ gazed down at him, wonder, lust, and sweet, crazy disbelief rattling in him. He realized he was shaking only when he reached out to take the lube and condoms to toss them on the neatly made bed.
“I’m about to come in my pants just looking at you.”