Coda Books 04 - Strawberries for Dessert (MM)

were paying attention.”
    “Have you ever tried?”
    “Why would I want to do that?” he asked. “My life is perfect the way it is.” I knew he was trying to throw me off of the subject, but I wasn’t going to let him.
    “What about with Jared?”
    “No. It was never like that between us. We were friends, that’s all. If it happened that neither of us was seeing anyone else at the time, we would sleep together. But we both knew it wasn’t ever going any further than that.”
    That sounded sad to me, for no reason I could identify, and I said,
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Whatever for, love? My friendship with Jared is probably the most perfect relationship I’ve ever been in. Absolutely no complications. No misunderstandings. No disappointment. I wouldn’t change it for anything, and I’m sure he’d tell you the same.”
    “So there was never anybody else?” He didn’t answer, and I wished now even more than before that there was enough light in the room for me to read his expression. Of course, if it had been light in the room, he never would have allowed the conversation to go this far to begin with. The darkness gave him cover. I reached across the bed and put my hand on his arm, hoping he would allow me at least that much intimacy. I should have known better. He pulled away, rolling onto his side, so that I lost contact with him, and I tried not to be disappointed.
    “Goodnight, love,” he said.
    And that was the end of that.

    I GOT up early the next morning and went for a jog. When I came back, he was just coming out of the shower with a towel around his waist and his hair damp.
    “I’ll make breakfast in a bit,” he said.
    “Only if you want to.” I still felt the need to say that, even knowing that he never did anything that wasn’t his own idea. If he thought I expected it, he would have refused to do it out of sheer stubbornness. “Otherwise, we can eat out or I can go get donuts.”
    That last was said as a joke more than anything. He was the only person I’d ever met who didn’t like fried sugary things, and sure enough, he rolled his eyes at me. “Definitely not.”
    I stripped out of my jogging clothes, intending to take a shower, but before I could get into the bathroom he said, “Wait!”
    “What?” I turned to find him sitting on the bed, still wearing only a towel. And the tent that was forming under it told me why he had stopped me, along with the lecherous grin on his face.
    “No need to shower yet, love,” he said. “Why don’t you come over here for a bit?”
    “I just ran four miles,” I said, although I did cross over to where he was sitting on the bed. “Are you sure you don’t want me to shower first?”
    He kissed my stomach, and his soft fingers wrapped around my stiffening cock. “I’m sure,” he said, looking up at me with a heat burning in his eyes that made me weak in the knees.
    I pushed him back on the bed. I opened his towel, exposing his erection so I could stroke him while he stroked me. I kissed his neck.
    His hair was still wet from the shower. “But you’re so clean,” I said, rubbing against him. “Aren’t you worried I’ll get you all dirty?”
    He laughed and wrapped his legs around me. “I’m looking forward to it, actually.” He pushed my hand off of his erection, and I felt his shaft against mine. He wrapped his thin hand around us both and started to stroke. He put his other arm around my neck. “Kiss me again,” he said quietly.
    He didn’t need to ask me twice. I gently bit at his lower lip, and he moaned in response. I loved the sounds he made—they started out soft but became louder and more urgent as he got closer to the end, and they always turned me on. Hearing his breathless cries was one of my favorite parts of sex with him. His soft hand was still moving on us, and I was debating if I wanted to stop him so that I could get a condom and lube or if I wanted to let him finish this way when my phone rang.
    “Shit!” I said, as his hand came to a stop.
    “You’re not really going to answer that, are you?”
    “I have to,” I told him as I tried to disentangle myself from him. It wasn’t working though, because he wasn’t cooperating. His legs were still wrapped tight around my hips, and he didn’t seem inclined to let go. “It’s either a client or my boss,” I said.
    “Okay, love,” he said, grinning wickedly up at me. But he didn’t let go. I tried to stand up, and managed to drag him an inch or