At Long Last

wanting to watch anything. The truth was he wanted to find out if Preston intended to continue this...relationship...or whatever it was. A one-night stand? A one-hour stand?
    Scotty shifted in the chair.
    Get it together, Scotty. You're just being oversensitive.
    Preston came in and handed him an open bottle of beer. He glanced at the television screen. "What are you watching?"
    Scotty's gaze shifted to the screen. He had no idea what was on. He hadn't even changed the channel. "Nothing yet. Just turned it on."
    "You okay?"
    Scotty took a long swallow of the beer. "Sure. Um, you know, I'm just wondering if we're going to talk about what happened I guess."
    "Talk?" Preston frowned. "About what?"
    "We just had sex, Preston."
    Preston gave him a funny look, then headed into the kitchen.
    Scotty sighed and leaned back in the chair. He surfed the channels, just clicking through, not really even looking at what shows he passed.
    A few minutes later, Preston returned carrying two heaping plates of omelets and fried potatoes. He handed one to Scotty and then sat on the leather couch.
    Scotty inhaled the scent of bacon and cheese. "God, this smells great. I'm starved. You cook?"
    "Had to when my wife left me. Or else starve." Preston shrugged.
    Scotty tried a bite. "It's heavenly," he declared around a mouthful. He chewed and swallowed. "So, um, Marilyn left you?"
    "Yeah."
    "Sorry."
    "We hadn't had a real marriage for a while. It wasn't a surprise."
    Scotty nodded and took several more bites of the omelet and potatoes. He didn't really know what else to say. Preston didn't exactly encourage deep discussion and if he questioned him more it would definitely be prying.
    "I know by the way," Preston said after a lengthy silence.
    "What?"
    He smiled a little. "That we had sex. I was there."
    "Oh. Well, yeah, I guess you were." Scotty took a couple more bites, then set his plate down on the end table. "Look, I can understand if you don't want to talk about it."
    "Good. I don't." Preston stood and picked up Scotty's plate. "You done?"
    "Yeah, thanks."
    When Preston disappeared into the kitchen again, Scotty stood. He figured he might as well make his way home for some sleep. His parents' home, that is. He had a lot to do tomorrow and lack of sleep wouldn't help.
    Scotty walked over to the kitchen doorway. Preston had already rinsed the plates and was bent over placing them in the dishwasher.
    "Hey, if you don't need my help cleaning up or anything, I'm going to take off."
    Preston froze and straightened. "You're leaving?"
    Scotty's stomach fluttered. "Um, yeah. I figured that's what you'd want."
    Preston didn't say anything at first. He closed the dishwasher and then turned to Scotty. "No."
    "What?"
    "That's not what I want, Scott." Preston took the few steps that would put him directly in front of Scotty. He slipped two fingers in the waistband of Scotty's pants and tugged him against his obvious erection. "That give you a pretty good idea of what I want, Scott?"
    Scotty swallowed. His cock grew half-hard when Preston pulled him close. It filled up all the way with Preston's low, gruff words. Not trusting any coherent words to come out just then, Scotty merely nodded.
    Preston bent his head and pressed his lips to Scotty's. He opened his mouth at the assault and let Preston's tongue slide in. Damn, the man could kiss.
    His lover's hands went to Scotty's ass, kneading the cheeks.
    Scotty moaned and reached up to encircle Preston's neck, returning the kiss with total abandon.
    He guessed they would eventually make their way out of the kitchen and down the hall to Preston's bedroom, but to his surprise, Preston broke the kiss, lifted him up off the floor and set him on the kitchen counter. Preston's crotch was now level with Scotty's ass.
    "The-the bedroom?" Scotty asked.
    "Later. This first." Preston yanked off Scotty's shoes, and then he reached to unfasten his slacks. "Lift up your hips."
    Scotty did as ordered, and Preston slid them down and off. He pulled off Scotty's briefs next. Preston reached into his own pants pocket and pulled out one of the pre-lubed condom packets.
    Scotty's eyes widened. "Where did you get that?"
    "I grabbed it from your desk drawer." Preston undid and lowered his own slacks and briefs. Now they were both wearing only their shirts. He pushed both Scotty's dress shirt and undershirt up to expose his bare stomach.
    Scotty watched eagerly as Preston rolled the condom on his cock. He reached for his own