Different Tracks- Part 20

Sophie Bonaste (Part 1, 7 and 9)

Charlie Cochet (Part 8 and 16)

Grace Duncan (Part 3, 11, 15 and 19)

Kim Fielding (Part 6 and 14)

Lane Hayes (part 17)

Elizabeth Noble (Part 5 and 13)

Brynn Stein (2 and 10 and 18)

Suki Fleet (Part 4, 12 and 20)

Part 20

Peter leaned on the counter as Sheryl totaled the bill. He was grinning like a fool, and from the knowing smile Sheryl was giving him, she knew exactly why.

His skin heated even more when he caught sight of his flushed reflection in a mirror behind the bar.

The whole meal had gone even better than Peter hoped. When Xander excused himself to use the bathroom, Peter had taken that as his cue to go and settle the bill before any awkwardness about who was paying or whether they should split it could eschew.

Somehow during dessert Xander had lost his shoe under the table, and Peter’s trousers had become so uncomfortably tight he’d had to reach down and adjust himself pretty obviously several times. Neither of them had been concentrating much on eating.

Peter’s hand stroking  Xander’s inner thigh (and yeah, maybe a few other particularly sensitive areas) under the table seemed to cause Xander’s body to go into some sort of seismic shock and now he was in the bathroom. Peter hoped to God he was just in there calming himself down. If he wasn’t, Peter wished he’d gone in there to join him.

A few minutes later, Xander emerged.  His dark hair glistened wetly, as if he’d dunked his head in the sink. He spotted Peter standing at the counter waiting for him and gave him an embarrassed smile.

“I could do with a cold shower too,” Peter murmured, leaning in close– feeling the heat coming off Xander’s skin and inhaling his scent. A cold shower or just somewhere private.

He reached for Xander’s hand and pulled him gently towards the door.

“Hey, wait. What about the bill?”

“I invited you. Next time you pay, alright?” Peter really and truly hoped it was alright, that he wasn’t pushing or assuming too much, because right now he wanted to be in the truck with Xander, driving home. An image of naked skin and tangled limbs filled his head; the scent of sweat and sex; the taste of Xander’s come.

Xander stopped, and Peter’s stomach dropped a little. The image in his head faded.

“Next time?”

Peter nodded, trying not to let his apprehension show. “You know I want to do this with you again.”

“You want me to organize the next date?”

Despite everything they’d talked about Xander still seemed to need Peter to spell it out.

“Yes…Take me somewhere nice or cook me something. Bring me a steak from work. Take me out for fucking ice cream. I don’t care. The only rule is it’s us, together.”

His heart pounded.

Xander’s uncertain smile almost undid him. “Okay. Fair enough.”   He rolled his shoulders back, and Peter could almost see the tension melting off him.

“Okay?”

“I’d quite like to go back to that gorgeous house of yours right now though, there are a few places I’d like to explore.”

“Fuck. Me too.” Peter groaned. He wasn’t sure he could take much more of this. “Let’s go.”

***

“Please tell me you didn’t jerk off in the bathroom,” Peter said when they were back in his truck and speeding along the highway.

Xander threw his head back and laughed. God, Peter was beginning to love that sound.

“I was going to come on my pants if we carried on, and I  really didn’t want the rest of the restaurant to see my oh-fuck-I’m-coming face. I had to ummm cool off.”

Peter grinned. He really wanted to see Xander’s oh-fuck-I’m-coming face.

At this speed Peter wasn’t about to look away from the road, but out the corner of his eye he watched Xander run his hand through his hair. The wet from the shower look suited him, made him even fucking sexier if that were at all possible.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he groaned.

His eyes widened as Xander’s hand slid along his thigh. Involuntarily he spread his legs a little wider, and felt Xander’s thumb stroke the underside of his balls.

“I’m gonna crash the truck if you…fuck.”

Xander lay his head in Peter’s his lap.

Peter bit his lip. Two miles. That’s it. Two miles and then they were home and Xander could do whatever the fuck he wanted to him.

He heard more than felt the zipper of his jeans go.

“If you suck me, we’re gonna die.”

Xander snorted and Peter felt the warmth of Xander’s breath against his stomach. “Okay, my lips your dick are not going to get reacquainted just yet.”

“No hands.”

“No hands either, I promise. I’m just gonna…lie here.  You’re not going to crash the truck. You’re a great driver.”

“They never covered this in driving school.”

Xander laughed again. “I’m so fucking glad we met, Peter,” he murmured, and Peter felt his cheeks heat.

“Me too.”

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About sukifleet

Suki Fleet currently lives in the heart of England. Her childhood was quite unconventional and she spent some time living on a boat and travelling at sea with her family. Since she was very small she has always dreamed of writing for a living, but though she has written original fiction online for years and encouraged many new writers to keep going and follow their author dreams, it is only recently she got the courage to make her own dream a reality and actually send something off to a publisher. By day she runs her own business selling fabric (her second love) and juggling family commitments, by night she weaves the stories that the characters in her head dictate. These stories often start with pain or longing but always end with love.
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