“Gerald. To you, my name is
“Like it fucking matters.
You know what? You keep your distance from me, or I’ll
kick in your kneecaps.” Bur flipped him the bird and
“Potty mouth and violent. No
wonder I’m attracted to you,” Gerald said.
Bur clenched his fist, then
turned back, letting it swing. Gerald caught it and
yanked him against his bigger frame.
“I don’t even know what a
wanker is, but I bet it’s something nasty.”
“Asshole. You understand
that?” Bur struggled.
Gerald held him
effortlessly. Bur shifted his leg. This close, it
wouldn’t be a solid shot, but he could hurt Gerald’s
knee. He moved his leg.
“Shut up, Bur.”
Gerald kissed him. Bur
stilled his leg and stiffened. Gerald moved back a
little and whispered, “Kiss me back. Act like you mean
it.” Gerald’s tone was challenging.
Bur stared into his dark,
almost black gaze, then leaned forward. Gerald met
him. Bur pushed his tongue against the seam of
Gerald’s lips. Gerald opened, letting him in. Bur
kissed him, stroking his tongue deep into the recesses
of his mouth. He slid his arms around Gerald’s broad
shoulders, holding him tightly. Gerald’s groan filled
his mouth. He rocked against Bur, grinding his
erection on him. At the proof of his desire, Bur lost
it. He used Gerald’s shoulders as leverage and lifted
his leg. He moved it up Gerald’s hip. Gerald gripped
the back of his leg, pulling him closer. He cupped
Bur’s ass, kneading it with his other hand. Bur
twisted, creating friction between their erections.
Gerald wrenched his lips from Bur’s. Bur blinked. He
hadn’t even known when he’d closed his lids. Gerald’s
gaze was as dazed as Bur was sure his was.