“It’s no big deal.” Jun stepped into the nook and stripped out of his shirt, tossing it casually aside. “I like it. You smell good.”
“Thanks. My doctors said that I?—”
Miles stopped speaking the second he straightened up and saw that Jun was shirtless. His mouth fell open, and for a momenthe seemed to forget himself, blatantly staring at Jun’s bare chest and defined abs. He was stricken for so long that Jun had time to come over, closing the distance between them.
“You wanna take this off?” he asked, toying with the bottom hem of Miles’s shirt.
Miles nodded and went to pull his shirt off only to get it stuck on his head. He cried out and thrashed, but ultimately lost the battle, falling backward onto the bed. Jun—silently snickering—followed Miles down and freed him from his cotton prison like he might a puppy who’d gotten its head stuck in the loop of a plastic bag. It took a little tugging, but eventually the shirt did come off, and when Miles’s eyes appeared again, big and brown and beautiful, this time they couldn’t escape. Jun was on top of him, too close for Miles to effectively duck his gaze.
Their eyes met, and the look lingered.
Jun played it cool, but on the inside, it felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest.
Miles wasadorable.
He’d known it from his Grindr pics, but his pictures were pale comparisons to who he was in real life. He was gorgeous, yes, but his sweet personality made him so much more than that. It made Jun want to do more than simply take his heat—it made him want to get to know him.
Maybe he could talk his manager into letting him stay in Aurora another day.
“I don’t, um…” Miles bit his lip, gaze dipping to Jun’s mouth before darting up to meet his eyes again. “I don’t usually…”
“Do this?” Jun chuckled. “I figured.”
“It’s just, with my heat and everything…”
“You don’t have to explain yourself. All that matters is that you want what you want. Don’t worry about what I think—be selfish. Take everything you want from me. I’m here for your pleasure alone.”
Miles nodded, curls bouncing. He seemed too overwhelmed to speak.
“But if anything makes you uncomfortable,” Jun went on to say, “or if you want to stop?—”
“I won’t,” Miles said in a rush. “I want you.”
“—then tell me,” Jun continued as if he hadn’t been interrupted. “And if you can’t make yourself say it for whatever reason, then tap me twice on the arm and I’ll stop and check in on you, okay?”
“Okay.”
It wouldn’t be easy to stop when the scent of Miles’s heat was so thick and smelled so good, but the thought of harming someone so sweet and earnest tied Jun’s stomach in knots. He was always a mindful lover, but Miles brought out a protective side of him he’d never known before. He would do anything to protect him.
Anything.
Even if it came at a cost to himself.
But that was his hormones talking, wasn’t it? His biological response to Miles’s heat. It was absurd to think he was so deeply attached to a guy he’d only just met. In the morning, after they parted ways, he’d feel better. His head would clear, he’d forget about this hookup just like he’d forgotten about all the others, and he’d move on with his life.
But that would be tomorrow.
There was no sense in depriving himself now. After all, what harm was there in indulging in a little hormonal fantasy?
Especially when it would only last a night.
“Practice tapping my arm,” Jun insisted, distancing himself from those thoughts. “I want to make sure I know what it feels like when you’ve had enough.”
Miles scrunched up his face like he didn’t want to, but he relented without a fight and obediently tapped Jun twice on the arm.
“Perfect. Are you ready for me?”
Miles didn’t answer with words.
