At Long Last

knew without looking that Scott followed behind him. His mind had shifted from dinner to getting Scott naked. Stopping just inside the doorway of his bedroom, he said, "You can set your bag down anywhere. And hang your suit in the closet."
    He watched Scott cross the room to the closet, his gaze glued to the man's ass. His mouth watered.
    "What are we having?" Scott asked, reaching into the closet to hang his suit.
    "Having?"
    Scott turned and gave him a quizzical smile. "For dinner."
    "Oh." Preston stared at Scott's lips. Maybe if he didn't kiss Scott it would mean he wasn't really gay. It had been a while since he'd had sex, so maybe that was what was feeding this strange frenzied need to fuck Scott.
    "Hey, Pres?" Scott frowned and came to stand within just inches of him. He waved his hand in front of Preston's face. "Earth to Preston."
    "Fish and salad," he forced himself to say. Almost of its own free will his hand went to the back of Scott's neck, pulling him closer.
    Scott's violet blue eyes widened ever-so-slightly. His tongue darted out and traced Scott's lips. Preston brushed his thumb across the moistened lips, parting them, then he touched the tip of Scott's tongue with the pad of his thumb.
    Forgetting his thoughts about not kissing Scott, he grasped Scott's chin in his hand and crushed his mouth under his.
    Scott gasped and mumbled, "Dinner?"
    "Later," Preston insisted. He reached for the hem of Scott's thin, white T-shirt and pulled it up off his abs. He grazed his fingertips over the bare skin.
    He pushed Scott toward the bed, yanking the shirt from his body and tossing it in the air. Scott fell on the bed and Preston grabbed his legs. He tugged off his sneakers and then reached for the snap of Scott's jeans.
    "Whoa, whoa, what the hell?" Scott lifted his ass a little so Preston could remove his jeans and briefs. "What's the rush?"
    "Now," Preston growled. He knelt next to the bed and, grabbing hold of Scott's legs, scooted him to the end so he had easy access to Scott's ass. Before the other man could protest further or say another word, he stabbed his tongue into Scott's hole.
    "Jesus," Scott breathed, shuddering.
    Preston thrust his tongue in over and over, his hand grasping Scott's erection. He knew he was a little crazed, but he couldn't seem to control himself. He slipped in a wet finger, and then another, spreading Scott's ass. He wanted to fuck Scott now.
    Condom.
    He needed to get one. Gritting his teeth, he released his grip on Scott's cock, and stood.
    Scott blinked, staring at him. "What?"
    "I have to get the condom." Preston dashed to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. He pulled out a couple of packets and on his way out of the bathroom started shrugging out of his own clothes. When he'd come home from work he had changed out of his suit into black sweats and a red T-shirt. He quickly disposed of them, tore open the packet and made short work of rolling the latex over his hard aching cock.
    He knelt on the bed, trapping Scott with the weight of body. He scorched his lips over Scott's, and then flipped his lover on to his stomach.
    Preston rose above him, his fingers parting the other man's cheeks. Poising his cock at Scott's entrance, he pushed inside. With a deep groan, Preston thrust in balls-deep. He closed his eyes, letting the sensation of being inside the other man fill him. He was so damn tight.
    "Scotty," he moaned. He started moving with long, deep strokes.
    Scott's fingers gripped the blankets and sheets on the bed, his ass rising with Preston's pumps. He pushed back aggressively against Preston, his muscles clenching around Preston's cock.
    His orgasm was coming fast, he'd wanted to keep it going, but he was too turned on, too hot to prevent it. Later, after he'd fed them, he would take his time.
    Unable to keep from coming, he bucked and rocked inside Scott, screaming his release hoarsely.
    "Oh, God," Scott gasped, tensing and shooting into the sheets.
    The smell of sex and sweat permeated the air. He pulled out of Scott and lay flat on his back, holding the other man close to his side. He closed his eyes, willing his heartbeat to return to normal. Willing himself to return to the way he was before. Before Scott. He feared it was too late. In fact, he was scared shitless.
    Scott stirred and rose slightly to stare down at Preston. "Um, not that I'm complaining or anything, because that was really hot. But, I'm really hungry."
    Preston laughed. "Yeah, sorry. I sort of