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David called over to The House of Porter, a steakhouse that served the best steaks he’d ever tasted. The owner, Porter Blount, was a man who believed in high standards from his staff and his food. More importantly, they delivered to anyone who lived within the downtown area, which meant David wouldn’t have to worry about how he was supposed to pick up the food close enough to six that the food would still be warm, yet not make Mac wait.
As soon as he’d placed his order, he told Tori he was leaving for the day. Thankfully, it was a Thursday night and she didn’t have classes early the next day, so was scheduled to close anyway.
Racing home, he showered, shaved, moisturized, applied mousse in his hair, and styled it. When he didn’t like what he saw in the mirror, he jumped in the shower again, shampooed out the mousse and started all over again. By the third attempt, he smiled at his reflection.
His hair stood up in the center of his head, showing off the purple dye perfectly. Each and every strand appeared to be cooperating. David just hoped it stayed that way. Then he reached for his makeup and went to work on his face.
He didn’t believe in too much makeup. Just a light foundation to even things out, some purple eyeliner to really make things pop, and black mascara. Then he added a nice pink lip gloss and he was ready.
Except, he still hadn’t figured out what to wear. Checking out his phone, he let out a shriek. Forty-five minutes. Where had the time gone? He was never going to get through his entire closet in that amount of time.
Running from the bathroom to said closet, he started swiping hangers of the clothes that would never work to the side and tossing the ones that might work into his room to land on the bed. He worked quickly, but it had still taken over fifteen minutes and the pile of clothes on his bed were way too numerous to have any chance of trying them all on in thirty minutes.
Once more he went through the pile, tossing only the few that he absolutely loved to one side, then rehung all the others. If some had ended up on the floor instead of the rod, too damn bad. He’d have to pick them up another time. He would just need to keep Mac out of his closet until then.
He cursed when the doorbell rang and he still hadn’t figured out which outfit to wear. Since there was no more time, he decided on the white and green swirl fitted button up shirt with black slacks. The rest of the clothes he threw into the closet knowing they would end up on the floor.
Racing down the steps, he slowed down as he reached the door. There was smile he hadn’t even been aware he was wearing on his face as he opened the door, only to have it drop when it wasn’t Mac at the door. “Porter,” he said a bit surprised. “I didn’t know you made the deliveries.”
“Stupid college students aren’t exactly reliable.” Porter Blount carried the bags of food into the house. “The only advantage is they’re like ants. There are always more to take the place of the ones who don’t show up.”
“Well, I appreciate you bringing this over,” David told him.
Just as he was signing the receipt the doorbell rang again. Porter chuckled at the way David’s hands started to shake. “I take it your date has arrived.”
He wasn’t even sure why his nerves were getting the better of him. Actually, yes, he did. “How did you know when you were in love with your wife?”
Porter grinned. “The moment I laid eyes on her.” He patted David’s shoulder. “When you know, there really is no doubt in your mind. Just make sure you grab onto it with both hands and never let go.”
David wasn’t planning to. Porter was right. David already knew he was in love. There really were no doubts. It was just that it seemed too soon. In the past he’d date guys for months. One he even went out with for two years and still hadn’t been sure. But when it came to Mac, things just always felt...right. As if they were meant to be together.
Not that he was stupid enough to believe it wouldn’t still take work to make a relationship succeed, but he also knew so long as they both tried, they would have their happily ever after with each other.
The bell rang again. Damn. He’d been standing there daydreaming about Mac instead of opening the door and actually being with the man. He rushed to the door and opened it. Like magic his huge smile was back when he laid eyes on Mac. He also got one just as big from Mac.
“Hello.” Mac stepped right up to David and gave him a searing kiss that made him completely forget Porter was still there.
It took Porter clearing his throat quite loudly to break them apart. David would have preferred to just scoot out of the way so Porter could get by, but Mac must have been curious about who was there.
“Porter,” Mac said in surprise. “I didn’t realize you were here.”
Porter had already managed to go around them and was halfway out the door. “Just dropping off dinner. Don’t let me interrupt. Enjoy.” Then he was gone, pulling the door shut behind him.
“The House of Porter.” Mac leaned in and gave David another kiss but this one much shorter. “You went all out tonight.” Then he stepped back but kept David’s hands in his. Nervous when Mac eyed David up and down, he nearly sagged in relief when Mac whistled. “You look stunning.”
It was as if his Prince Charming was standing before him. Nothing could have made this moment more perfect. Well...maybe one thing. But nerves got the better of David and he just couldn’t find his voice to say the words.
“Should we eat before it gets cold?” Mac suggested.
It was as if the weight on his chest that had been making it hard for him to breathe, much less speak, lifted. “Thank you for your compliment. I was hoping you’d like my outfit.” He knew it was a little belated, but David wanted Mac to know how much he appreciated the words.
Mac kissed his cheek. “The outfit is nice, but it is the man in the outfit who makes it stunning.”
Wow. There was so many emotions building up within him that David just couldn’t keep it inside any longer. “I love you.”
He felt his cheeks heat up at the way he’d just blurted that out. It wasn’t how he meant to say it, but it was as if he’d been a bottle of champagne after it had been uncorked. The bubbling happiness shot up within him until it was pouring out.
Mac tugged on David’s hands until their bodies were pressed together. They were nose to nose and their lips so close David could feel the air move as Mac said, “I love you too, David Wilson.”
This time, when their mouths fused, David felt them both sink into each other’s arms. It defied all sense of time and space as their bodies moved as one. There was no need for words, no stumbling, well, except for when David’s foot hit the bottom step of the staircase.
But with Mac’s arms securely around him, David had no chance of falling as they slowly moved up the stairs, never once stopping their heated kiss or roving hands. It was as if David couldn’t get enough of touching Mac. He just wished there weren’t clothes in the way.
With that thought in mind, he skimmed his fingers down Mac’s torso, stopping at each button to release it. The feel of the hard lines of Mac’s body against his fingertips sent tingles of awareness all through David’s body. The need to touch all that heated skin and ridged muscle made David fumble with the last of the buttons.
Then Mac’s hands were there, nudging his hands out of the way and slipping the button free. David sank against Mac’s warmth. Luxuriating in the sensations of finally touching him, skin to skin. Mac had already managed to get David’s top off and was working on his pants as they entered his bedroom.
As much as David wanted to take Mac’s pants off, he couldn’t seem to stop himself from letting his hands roam over the ridges and dips of his defined chest and abdomen. Mac was like a work of art, chiseled to perfection.
“You must work out a lot,” David murmured as he bent his head so he could lick over Mac’s nipple and along his pecs and up to his collarbone, before repeating the move on the other nipple, which was already starting to bead.
Mac groaned. His head fell back on his shoulders as he moved one hand up to the back of David’s head. Not to force him to move, just to hold on. “Every day,” he said with a moan of satisfaction when David reached down to cup Mac’s bulging groin.
“Damn, my love, you feel so good.” David preened a bit at Mac’s compliment.
David made quick work of opening Mac’s pants and pushing them down his legs. Then he knelt to help him take off his shoes so his pants could come off. It was while he was down there that he was at the perfect level of Mac’s straining boxer briefs.
Once more, he cupped the hard length, squeezing it. Mac’s hips thrust forward as if he couldn’t help himself. Both of his hands landed on David’s head and his legs widened like he was trying to steady himself.
David reached up to the waistband and pulled them down, releasing Mac’s length, which jutted out right at David. He glanced upward and nearly stopped breathing as dark brown eyes nearly black with lust stared down at him.
With their gazes locked, David wrapped one hand around the base of Mac’s thick dick and leaned forward to swipe his tongue over the tip. Mac’s breath caught audibly and David would swear a fire burned in the depths of those dark eyes.
Emboldened, he opened his lips and let the first few inches slide along his tongue and into his mouth. Mac’s fingers tightened in his hair but he still didn’t force David to move his head. Slowly, at first, David bobbed up and down along the length, testing the weight and feel of Mac in his mouth.
There were few things better in life than sucking off a man, in David’s opinion. Admittedly, one of those things was to have Mac in his ass, but he knew they would get to that. So, he let himself enjoy the silky texture of the rock hard cock.
His tongue ran over the ridged head and dipped into the tiny hole at the top. All the while Mac was groaning in pleasure and telling David how good he was making him feel. David felt like a freaking God for being able to give Mac so much pleasure from just his mouth.
As if unable to control himself, Mac thrust forward as if trying to shove more of his dick into David’s mouth. David just opened his jaw wider and let him in. Nothing else mattered in that moment than giving Mac as much pleasure as possible.
