Page 34 of Survival Game

Eric frowned. “Well, yeah, of course it does. I don’t like stuff being out looking untidy, so it’s all packed away until I want to use it. Same for the rest of the place.” His home was a simple, clean, white and cream layout, an open-plan kitchen and lounge with two bedrooms to the rear.

Kyle nodded, seemingly fascinated by Eric’s lack of ornaments or décor. Apart from his Michael Thompsett prints on the walls, Eric wasn’t keen on stuff littering his place.

Kyle dropped his bag and bounded over to the long, chenille couch, bouncing on it as he lay down. His face assumed an expression of bliss. Eric despaired whether he was ever going to get to take Kyle to bed tonight. The man looked hell bound to fall asleep.

“This is really comfy.” Kyle gave a moan of enjoyment.

Eric sighed and went to the small bar cabinet. “Do you fancy a drink before you go to sleep?” He pulled down the bar top and considered what he had in there. Whisky would do, he knew Kyle enjoyed it.

“Who said anything about sleeping?” came an unexpected murmur in his ear, followed by a warm lick.

Heart thudding, Eric turned to face a smirking and obviously unrepentant Kyle. “You have to stop doing that.” Eric exclaimed. “You’re going to kill me. And how the hell do you manage to creep up on people so silently?”

Kyle shrugged. “It’s a knack.” He ran a finger down Eric’s jawline, eyes sparkling. “Can I take a quick shower? I’m all sweaty and someone spilled booze on me.” He grimaced. “I reek of tequila.”

Eric could only nod. “Guest bathroom is through there, down the hallway, first on the right. Spare guest towels in the cupboard under the sink.”

Kyle winked, retrieved his bag and disappeared. Eric heard the bathroom door close and the shower start.

The door opened again and Kyle yelled, “You can get ready for me in your bedroom, if you like. I know we said we’d floor-fuck but I’m sure the bed will be much more comfortable on my arse. I’m not partial to rug burn.” The door slammed shut again.

Eric needed no further prompting. He turned off the lights and took the two drinks into his bedroom. He placed one on each of the bed’s side tables, switching on the bedside light and flooding the room with dim glow. Disrobing quickly, he folded his clothes into a neat pile on the dresser.

When he slid under the duvet, he turned to check he had lube and condoms stashed on the side table. Satisfied he did, he laid back, arms above his head and waited for Kyle.

The wait was worth every minute. Fifteen minutes later, Kyle appeared, fresh and naked, his cock half-mast along his smooth groin. He stopped in the doorway, framed by the light in the bedroom and grinned wickedly as he struck a seductive pose.

“Well,” he drawled, watching Eric with hungry eyes. “If it isn’t a hunk of paramedic in the bed, waiting to screw me senseless.”

He prowled over to the bed, nipple rings glinting in the light. Eric wanted to tug on them with his teeth until he heard Kyle make a small sound of both desire and pain.

Kyle threw back the covers, and like a feral cat, he slinked up the bed to straddle Eric. The air left the room as he wriggled his arse against Eric’s rising cock then smiled predatorily.

“Hello there,” he purred.

Eric’s thoughts jumbled in an already scrambled brain from Kyle’s clean scent, the slide of his warm skin against him and the sheer wantonness he gave off as he leaned in to lick a slow trail around Eric’s bottom lip.

This man is sex on a stick. I’m not sure I can handle him.

“Stop looking so damn worried,” Kyle murmured. “I’m not going to eat you.” The eyebrow with the ring in it rose suggestively. “Although that might be a lovely thing to do sometime.”

He’d removed his purple contacts and his deep brown eyes shone with both humour and lust.

Eric could stand the teasing no longer. He reached out and pulled Kyle down to him. “I need to taste you.”

The wet, open-mouthed kiss that followed sent his senses into further turmoil. From the sounds Kyle was making into his mouth, he was turned on too. His hardened cock pressed against Eric’s abs, slicking their stomachs with arousal.

He was dimly aware of Kyle breaking the kiss and lying down beside him, legs akimbo, his desire evident as his hardened cock jutted into Eric’s side.

“Enough of that,” Kyle said breathlessly. “Time to fuck me.”

Eric couldn’t take his eyes off Kyle opening the lube bottle and pouring a liberal amount on his fingers. Then, like a sculptor caressing clay, Kyle reached between his legs and slid his finger around his hole, finally pressing inside.

His eyes closed, and his eyelashes fluttered as he fucked himself with his fingers. “Uhhm, yeah,” he groaned. The next moan was louder.

Despite his arousal, Eric grinned when Kyle opened one eye, no doubt to gauge his reaction. God, he’s such a fucking tease. “I think you’ve had enough fun, mister,” he murmured as he slid over Kyle’s sweat-sheened body. “It’s my turn now. Move your damn hand. That’s mine.”

Eric caressed the outside of Kyle’s rim then slid two fingers inside the warm, tight, wet hole. “This,” he promised, and then he removed his fingers from Kyle arse. “And this,” he groaned as he gripped Kyle’s cock, sliding a clenched hand up and down.