When Sebastian Walton was sixteen, he got his first kiss from a guy, and that guy was his best friend's older brother, Pablo Rivera. But after the scorching kiss in the Rivera's swimming pool, Pablo acted like nothing happened between them.
Six years later, Sebastian is close to graduating from college and poised to achieve his dream of going to medical school. During a semester break, he visits his old neighborhood and the Riveras, where openly gay Pablo, now a police officer, is sexier than ever and determined to win Sebastian for good.
Sebastian briefly wondered if he was dreaming when Pablo kissed him. He’d dreamed of such a kiss ever since he was sixteen. Well, maybe before that.
And just like before, the kiss was not sweet or hesitant but possessive, demanding, all consuming. It felt that way, too. That Pablo would consume him. Sebastian decided that was okay with him.
He opened his mouth under the assault, thrilling to the feel of Pablo’s tongue rubbing along his. Sebastian heard himself moan and he fisted Pablo’s T-shirt, trying to pull the man closer still.
Pablo lowered him to the mattress and lay on top of him, entwining their legs, grinding their pelvises. Sebastian’s cock felt harder and more constrained against his briefs then he could ever remember.
Sebastian tore his mouth away from Pablo’s, gasping for air. As Pablo’s lips returned to his almost immediately, the man slipped a hand between them and squeezed the hard ridge in Sebastian’s jeans.
“Please,” Sebastian begged against Pablo’s mouth. He wanted to be naked beneath Pablo, wanted Pablo to be driving into him over and over until their bodies were slicked with sweat. And he wanted it now.
Pablo drew back just enough to frame Sebastian’s jaw with his other hand. “I want you so much.”
“Yes.”
Pablo crushed their mouths together, then ran his tongue along Sebastian’s trembling bottom lip. “I’ve got lube and condoms back in my room. I’ll be back in less than ten seconds.”
All Sebastian could do was nod. Pablo moved off him and he immediately sat up to yank off his T-shirt. His fingers were on the snaps of his jeans when Pablo came back, shirtless, holding a bottle of lube and a strip of about five condoms.
He was about to say something about way too many condoms when Pablo stripped out of his sweatpants, revealing his very large, very erect cock jutting out between two muscular golden brown thighs. Sebastian’s mouth went dry.
Pablo now wore only that sexy slightly curved smile. “Allow me.”
He strutted over to the bed, tossed the condom and lube next to Sebastian, and grabbed the waistbands of Sebastian’s jeans and briefs. Sebastian lifted up enough to make it easier to tug the garments off. Pablo left them on the floor at the foot of the bed.
Sebastian had to fight the urge to cover up. He wasn’t rail thin or anything, but he knew his pale slim body didn’t compare to the muscular, perfect body Pablo had.
“Gorgeous,” Pablo said softly. “You’re beautiful, cariño.”
