Lucas tried not to stare at the skin that peeked out as Caleb’s shirt rode up. Tight, muscled skin that looked damned sexy. He glimpsed a line of hair that disappeared into Caleb’s waistband and he licked his lips. He nearly groaned when Caleb stopped stretching, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from the man’s body. His gaze traveled to Caleb’s fly and he swore he saw a bulge under that zipper. God, he wanted to slowly pull down that zipper, take Caleb into his mouth, and taste him.
“See something, Lucas?” Caleb asked, his voice husky.
Lucas lurched back and realized he’d been caught staring. His face heated and he couldn’t meet Caleb’s eyes. “Sorry. Wasn’t paying attention. Just…well, why did you stop the game?”
Caleb’s eyes twinkled like he knew exactly to what Lucas had been paying attention, but thankfully he didn’t bring it up. “I was getting hungry. Want a turkey sandwich? Some potato salad?”
“Sure. Sounds good. I’ll help,” he offered as he got off the couch and followed Caleb into the kitchen.
“Great. Grab a couple of plates out of that cabinet.” Caleb pointed to the left of Lucas before he dug out the sandwich fixings. “Mayo, mustard, or both?”
“Mayo. Thanks.” Lucas pulled out two yellow plates with little green leaves running around the edge. He set them on the counter and turned to find Caleb directly behind him, his hands full, gesturing for him to slide over. He stepped out of the way and Caleb plopped everything down.
“Whole grain bread okay with you?”
“Sounds great. Want me to get something to drink?”
“I have pop in the fridge, or if you want, I can make some coffee or tea. Or ice water.”
“Pop’s fine. I’ll grab it. You want one?”
“Yeah. Why don’t you take them to the coffee table and we can eat out there while we watch the game. I’ll have the sandwiches done in a sec.”
Lucas grabbed two pop cans from the fridge and some napkins he saw on the counter before making his way to the living room. He took a seat in his original spot and set the cans on the coffee table. He slid Caleb’s a little closer to him, hoping that might make the man sit more in the middle of the sofa than at the other end.
Caleb appeared, carrying two plates piled high with turkey sandwiches, potato salad, and apple slices. He passed a plate to Lucas and winked. “Bon appetite,” he quipped as he took a seat.
Lucas bit his bottom lip to stop the smile when Caleb sat in the middle of the sofa. Close enough to touch. He bit into his sandwich and Caleb turned on the game.
They ate in silence as the next inning began. Before Lucas even realized it, his plate was empty. He must have been hungrier than he’d thought. He turned to offer to take Caleb’s plate into the kitchen and his breath hitched in his throat.
Caleb was watching him and Lucas had no trouble deciphering what was on his mind. Desire. Lust. Caleb’s blue eyes had grown dark, and his jaw was set. Lucas slid his plate onto the coffee table, not breaking their gaze, before he instinctively leaned forward.
Caleb leaned forward at the same time, sliding his hands into Lucas’ hair and pulling him closer until his mouth landed hard against his. Caleb took control of the kiss, instantly pressing for opening into Lucas’ mouth.
Lucas whimpered and invited him in, then moaned as Caleb’s tongue twirled and tasted all that Lucas would give him.
Lucas melted against Caleb, snaking his arms around Caleb’s waist and letting his hands roam the man’s muscled back. Caleb kissed a trail to Lucas’ jawline before continuing down his neck, and Lucasshivered.
“You like that?” Caleb asked, his voice gravelly.
“Mmm-hmm,” Lucas murmured, lost in the sensations as Caleb’s hands traveled down his backside, until they cupped his ass and pulled him closer. He gave in and climbed onto Caleb’s lap, straddling him so they could kiss again and press their bodies together.
He felt Caleb’s hands on his ass again, and Lucas moaned, thrusting against him.
“Fuck, you’re so hot, baby. I’ve wanted to….” Caleb let out a growl when Lucas lightly bit his neck.
“Tell me, Caleb. What have you wanted to do to me?” Lucas whispered huskily. “Tell me what you want to do to me now.”
“Oh, God. You like some dirty talk? You’re killing me.”
Lucas felt the flush spread across his face. He bit Caleb’s neck again and licked over the pain as he thrust against him. “Tell me. Please?”
“Ever since I saw you, I’ve wanted to touch you. Kiss you. I thought about you last night in bed. And when I woke up this morning.”
Lucas pulled back. “You did?”
Caleb nodded. “I couldn’t stop myself. I jacked off thinking about you.”
Zings of desire traveled down Lucas’ spine, directly to his dick. “I wish I’d been here.”
“Me, too, baby,” Caleb admitted, sliding his hands under the waistband of Lucas’ jeans and under hisboxers until his hands touched skin.