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  “Your parents live here?” Kevin asked.

  “Yes. Well, close enough. They used to live in Gothenburg, in Majorna, but moved to Varberg a couple of years ago once Mom retired.”

  “You visit often?”

  “I do. Most of our arguments were connected to my teenage rebellion phase. Since I moved out at eighteen, we’ve been great. My dad sometimes complains I don’t visit them often enough, but he only says that in winter, which makes me think he only misses me when he’s bored.” Joakim smiled at the thought of his parents and their fixed-up summer house with his father’s vegetable beds. “My dad is a great gardening enthusiast. After spending three decades in classrooms—he taught math and physics in high school—he barely leaves the garden to sleep.”

  “Sounds like a great life to me.”

  “Yeah. I think they’re happy. How about your parents?”

  “I was born in Umeå, and Mom, Dad, and my younger sister still live up there. I can’t visit as often as I’d like. They came to see me in Helsinki in the spring. Maybe now, when I have the apartment to myself, they could stay with me for a couple of weeks.”

  “I was wondering about your accent. Umeå, huh? How was that? I can’t imagine the months of darkness up there in the great North.”

  “It’s not that bad. The snow makes all the difference. Nights are bright. I find the Gothenburg winters harder, all the gray, the horizontal rain. I miss snow.”

  “Yeah. This winter’s been nasty.” Joakim felt a chilly breeze reach them just as he said that.

  “Don’t remind me,” Kevin said with an exaggerated shudder. “I’m pretending April is only a couple of weeks away.”

  “I apologize for the realism. Let’s enjoy the refreshing spring night.”

  Kevin chuckled. “How about we go somewhere for one more drink? Something sunny with an umbrella in it?” he asked. He veered forward as if he was about to take a step back down toward the square, but Joakim couldn’t let him do that. He caught Kevin’s sleeve.

  “Wait,” he blurted.

  Kevin turned to him, and his lips parted once again. Soft, plush, and pink…

  Joakim cupped his jaw with the other hand and watched Kevin’s eyes go wide and then liquid. Those heavy eyelids sank lower, lashes casting soft shadows under his eyes, and a soft gasp escaped his mouth. He didn’t lean closer, but he didn’t turn away either. Joakim prolonged the moment because he wanted to look some more. He wanted to see Kevin’s lips in his mind when he finally tasted them. His thumb brushed along Kevin’s jaw, finding soft evening stubble, too short and too light in color to be visible. Kevin’s full, lower lip trembled infinitesimally, and Joakim’s patience was gone. He closed the small gap between them.

  Perfection. Kevin’s mouth felt just as luscious as it looked. Soft and yielding, like silk. He tasted of sake, and Joakim licked inside his mouth. Kevin let him in as if they had kissed many times before, and their tongues touched. Joakim might have moaned a little at the contact. Kevin’s fist grabbed his coat, and the dancer took a step back, dragging Joakim with him. Their mouths locked, they stumbled behind the wide pillar of the museum building, hiding from sight of any tourists who might be lingering on the square below.

  When Kevin’s back hit the wall, he whimpered softly and opened his mouth wider, angling his head for more. Joakim’s heart surged with victory as his cock grew hard. He was wanted. Kissing Kevin deeper, he kept one hand on the man’s neck and ran the other down his side, pausing at his hip. Needing an anchor, he clutched the fabric there.

  He evoked the image of Kevin’s parted mouth from his mind and licked deeper, rejoicing in the way Kevin responded. Kevin was eager yet submissive in the kiss, meeting Joakim but not trying to take over. He fisted Joakim’s coat with both hands, keeping their bodies close.

  Joakim tilted his head back and looked at those gorgeous lips again. They were red and swollen now, open on a rugged breath. He nipped at the upper one, then the lower. Then he kissed the corner of Kevin’s mouth and traced his jaw until he reached the hollow under Kevin’s ear. He kissed the spot, then licked. More. Again. He kissed down the tendon on the side of Kevin’s throat, grazed it with his teeth. Kevin shuddered.

  Gritting his teeth, Joakim leaned back. Kevin was staring up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, his breath fast and sweet in Joakim’s face, and he licked his lips slowly. Neither of them spoke.

  Then Kevin lifted his chin and stretched on his toes. Joakim understood. More. They needed more.

  Their tongues caressed, open mouths locked together, and Kevin’s palm drifted up to the nape of Joakim’s buzzed head. Kevin’s fingernails scratched at his short hair, so Joakim sucked on Kevin’s tongue in return, making the man moan again. They kissed for long minutes, alternating between devouring each other and brushing their swollen lips against each other lightly. Kevin unbuttoned Joakim’s coat and ran his hands up and down Joakim’s torso. Every once in a while, Joakim just looked, filling his mind with details, cataloging everything from the precise curve of Kevin’s top lip, the way his tongue peeked out, to the exact position of the small round birthmark on his chin.

  He met Kevin’s eyes again, and the want in them… He sank his fingers into Kevin’s hair and tugged, tilting Kevin’s head back. Kevin yielded immediately, exposing the graceful curve of his throat so Joakim could taste him there. Joakim’s right hand shook when he let go of Kevin’s waistband at his hip and reached around to caress his ass.

  Yes.

  Kevin went nuclear in his arms at the simple caress. His moan reverberated from his throat into Joakim’s mouth as Joakim bit and sucked at the skin there. Kevin strained toward him with his whole body, so Joakim grabbed his ass tighter, kneading the muscle.

  “Fuck,” Kevin breathed. “I want…”

  He didn’t finish the sentence, but he didn’t need to. Joakim knew exactly what he meant. I want too. I want anything and everything you’re willing to give me.

  Kissing Kevin on the lips again, he grabbed his ass muscles with both hands and lifted, pushing him up against the wall. Kevin opened his legs and wrapped them around Joakim’s thighs. Their groins met.

  “Yes,” Kevin hissed.

  Joakim heard himself growl. He truly growled. He felt Kevin’s hard cock through the fabric of his jeans and Kevin’s chinos and rocked his hips.

  And there they were, outside in the middle of January, dry humping against the pillar of one of the most prominent Gothenburg tourist sights. It was just a question of time before someone walked up there.

  Joakim pressed his hips tighter against Kevin’s but stopped the movement. He leaned his forehead on Kevin’s, taking a deep breath.

  “Kevin,” he whispered.

  “Some first kiss, huh?” Kevin said and wiggled in Joakim’s arms. Joakim’s cock pulsed against Kevin’s with the subtle pressure.

  “Kevin…” he repeated.

  “Yes?”

  “Please, come home with me.”

  Kevin breathed in and out a few times, completely still otherwise. Then his fingers became alive again, dancing through Joakim’s buzz cut as he looked down into Joakim’s face with a careful smile.

  “Where do you live?”

  “Kastellgatan. Just by the Skansen Kronan park. Maybe twenty minutes on foot.”

  “Okay.”

  “Thank you,” Joakim said without thinking, his body slumping with relief, and he let Kevin down slowly until the man stood back on his own feet, shaky and disheveled.

  Joakim cupped his cheek and brushed one more kiss over his swollen lips.

  4 Second Kiss

  Kevin walked as if in a dream. Joakim caught his hand on the stairs under the Museum of Art, and he never let go. Kevin liked it. He liked everything about the evening, from the bumbling start when Joakim had just blurted out what came to his mind and then kept apologizing to the tenderness in his voice when he’d talked about his parents.

  And the kiss.

  By agreeing to come with Joakim, he went against all the relationship advice he’d ever heard, but fuck, he was horny. Something about the taste and the pressure of Joakim’s tongue, the way his lips felt, the perfect angle and depth made Kevin’s whole body, every muscle and every cell, sing like a fucking choir.

  The more Kevin looked at him, the more he listened to his words and watched his gestures, the more attractive Joakim became. His broad shoulders looked fantastic in the plain black shirt and black suit jacket. Joakim was tall and strong, effortlessly masculine. The crooked nose and the scar, the deep creases around his eyes, all somehow contributed to an amount of sex appeal Kevin had no power resisting. Joakim’s eyebrows danced when he spoke, animated. The way he used his hands, his deep voice, the way he smiled and grinned and smirked, the sound of his laughter and the heat in his eyes… Kevin’s subconsciousness all but screamed at him from the first minute, I want this man. Want. Want. Touch. Taste. More.

  Then they touched.

  Damn, walking down the steep stairs with a hard-on was stupidly difficult. Luckily, Kevin’s cock calmed after a few minutes, deterred by the January chill.

  They walked along the foot of Johanneberg hill, then through the streets of Vasa. Kevin didn’t really care where they were going as long as it was somewhere private. They meandered through some of the fanciest streets in the city. Joakim lived on the fourth floor of a tall brownstone just by Skansen Kronan. Kevin knew this part of town was expensive unless you inherited the apartment. How lucrative was the whole start-up business anyway? He dismissed the thought as fast as it had occurred. Kevin had never been much of a money person. He had what he needed doing the job he loved, and that had always been enough for him.

  Joakim led him from the elevator to a large, wooden double door, which he unlocked with a code and a
key card. He let Kevin inside and closed the door.

  Suddenly unsure, Kevin turned. He had rushed here so much he had barely thought of what he was going to do when he got here. Well, he’d thought of getting off, but how—

  Joakim’s hands dove into his hair and cupped his head. There. That’s it. No thinking necessary.

  Another kiss.

  Kevin opened his mouth eagerly, not trying to hide his need. Joakim slid Kevin’s jacket off and hung it on a peg next to Kevin’s head, never breaking their connection. Kevin chuckled against Joakim’s lips. Then he tugged at Joakim’s coat and suit jacket. Joakim struggled out of them and leaned away for a second to toe off his shoes. So Kevin did the same. His host grabbed his hand again and led him to the large, unlit living room. The contours of a sofa and a couple of armchairs were highlighted by the streetlights flooding in through the gauzy curtains. Joakim pushed Kevin softly onto the sofa and, without preamble, knelt on the floor between Kevin’s legs. Just like that, Kevin was hard as a rock again.

  “I want you to know I’m clean,” Joakim said quietly, his face intense and serious. “Tested four weeks ago. There’s been no one since.”

  “I got tested before Christmas too. Same.”

  Joakim didn’t say anything else. He opened the button on Kevin’s chinos, slid the zipper down, and palmed his cock over the fabric of his thin cotton briefs.

  Kevin moaned.

  Joakim massaged his cock with his palm, a soft, teasing pressure, and rucked Kevin’s shirt up to kiss and lick his belly.

  “Open your shirt,” he mumbled between kisses, and Kevin obeyed immediately, fumbling with the buttons. Once his chest was exposed, Joakim sat back on his heels and just looked his fill. Kevin was starting to recognize the pattern. Joakim liked to watch. He touched as much as he looked, and the heat in his eyes when he traced Kevin’s body or face with his gaze made Kevin mad with lust.

  Joakim ran a hand up and down Kevin’s chest, nails scraping softly. Then he grabbed the waistband of Kevin’s briefs with both hands.

  “Lift up,” he said simply, and Kevin did as he was told.

  His cock bobbed free, hard, a drop of precome at the tip. He shivered, Joakim’s eyes pinning him in place again.

  Then Joakim bent down and licked up Kevin’s cock, and Kevin lost himself. In a minute, he was blind and moaning, rocking his hips, his hands clutching the backrest behind his head, Joakim’s mouth tight around his cock. He heard a clang of a belt buckle and forced his eyes open. Joakim was jerking himself off while sucking Kevin’s cock, but Kevin couldn’t see.

  “Don’t come. I want to taste you too.” His words rushed out of his throat as he struggled to breathe.

  Joakim met his eyes, pausing with his lips wrapped around Kevin’s cockhead, tongue teasing the slit. Kevin moaned again but kept his eyes open, not wanting to miss anything. Joakim let go off his own cock and grabbed Kevin’s bare hips with both hands, tugging him forward before he hollowed his cheeks and deep throated his cock like a fucking porn star. Kevin shot off the sofa at the feeling, and he caught his own wrists above his head, tightening the grip until his bones protested. Joakim paused on the upstroke and looked up again, his gaze fastening on Kevin’s intertwined arms—left hand locked around the right wrist, right hand around the left wrist. Kevin did that sometimes when he was extremely horny and wanted to edge himself while masturbating. He hadn’t planned on it now; it just happened. Seeing Joakim’s reaction, he tightened his grip even more, biting his bottom lip. Joakim’s eyes widened and lit with renewed heat.

  “Keep your hands exactly like that,” he said, saliva stringing from his mouth to Kevin’s cockhead.

  Kevin nodded.

  Joakim lowered his head until Kevin’s cock hit the back of his throat again, and the pressure made Kevin groan from deep within. His eyes closed again, and he had no self-awareness left after that. He could only feel the tightness around his wrists, the ache in his fingers, and the perfect suction around his cock. Joakim sometimes paused with his mouth on Kevin’s cockhead, sucking the precome from his slit, and Kevin knew he was being watched. But he didn’t have the brainpower left to open his eyes. His hips moved off their own volition, and Joakim’s hands dug under him, squeezing his bare ass. Joakim’s fingers grazed his crease, and Kevin lost it.

  His body arched with the orgasm, and he fucked into Joakim’s throat, the ecstasy spreading like wildfire from the center of his body all the way into his toes. Even his lips and tongue tingled, and he whimpered with aftershocks as Joakim licked him clean.

  Holy shit.

  That was…

  Nope. He had no words.

  When Kevin could open his eyes again, Joakim was kneeling in front of him, face resting against his groin, and stroking himself slowly through his open jeans.

  “I want to see,” Kevin whispered, throat sore from yelling out his orgasm just a minute ago.

  Joakim straightened on his knees, a soft, shy smile playing on his lips. Kevin let his gaze travel down Joakim’s broad torso to his groin. Joakim’s hand dropped to his side, and he knelt there, hard and exposed, waiting for Kevin’s appraisal.

  Man. Kevin was so damn lucky.

  It was a fantastic cock. Big but not threateningly so, fat all the way to the tip with a round, luscious head, foreskin drawn back from intense arousal, the deep pink skin peeking out. It curved up a little, and Kevin could imagine the havoc it would wreak on his prostate if he ever got to ride the beautiful thing. Hallelujah. As Kevin stared, a pearl of precome gathered at the tip, and Joakim fisted his hands. It occurred to Kevin that his staring turned Joakim on, so he scrambled off the sofa and knelt in front of Joakim, who made space for him, shuffling back a little.

  Kevin looked down again, watching the glistening cockhead bob as Joakim spread his legs wider, finding balance. Deciding to tease, Kevin slowly took off Joakim’s black long-sleeved shirt. Joakim realized Kevin’s intentions, but he smiled, obviously willing to play along. Kevin ran his fingers over the thick chest hair.

  “I love this,” he said and kissed the center of Joakim’s chest. An audible breath caught in Joakim’s lungs before he exhaled harshly, the gust of air stirring the hair on the top of Kevin’s head.

  Kevin touched the droplet of clear liquid at the tip of Joakim’s cock with a fingertip and put it in his mouth, all the while looking into Joakim’s eyes. Joakim gasped and then grimaced as if in pain.

  “Please, touch me,” he whispered.

  Despite having just come, arousal simmered in Kevin’s veins. He felt safe, wanted, and sexy, and he would make the most of it. With soft pressure of his hands on Joakim’s hips, he made Joakim angle his body away from the sofa. They both stayed on their knees, and despite what it must have cost him, Joakim was apparently letting Kevin do whatever Kevin wanted.

  Kevin could feel the restraint; Joakim was not the submissive type. Yet he was holding back, allowing Kevin to explore and find his footing, and Kevin loved that. He wanted to reward Joakim for it. And he wanted, needed that cock inside him. In his mouth would do. For now. But one day soon, he wanted it in his ass, deep and relentless.

  With that thought, he shrugged out of his open shirt and, completely naked, lowered himself on all fours, kissing the tip of Joakim’s cock. He peered up, and sure enough, there was that look. Joakim’s heated eyes roamed Kevin’s exposed body from his mouth to his shoulders, along his spine to his ass and back, and Kevin could feel that look burn on his skin. He opened his mouth and sucked.

  Joakim groaned.

  Kevin gave himself up to the act, body and soul. He sucked and licked, his body writhing, his crease exposed to the cool air, and soon he felt Joakim’s hands caress his back all the way to his ass cheeks. The words of praise and moans spurred him on until he was half-hard again.

  “You’re gorgeous. I love your lips. I couldn’t stop staring at them for the whole evening.”

  Feeling bold, Kevin backed off a little, pausing at the tip of Joakim’s cock. He licked his burning lips and brushed them against the exposed skin of Joakim’s cockhead, then down the side of the fat cock and back again. He placed soft kisses all around the hard shaft, imagining how it would feel in his ass. He licked the tip, and then he repeated the process all over again, caressing the beautiful cock with the lips Joakim admired so much.