He wanted this man, had wanted him. Now that the man wanted him back, what should he do?

Once inside his apartment, Christian turned toward his guest, determined to do things right. "Would you like something to drink?" he asked nervously.

"I want you, Christian," Denny stated firmly, walking right up to him, taking him by the shoulders and pinning him to the closed door. His mouth came down on Christian's as he murmured, "I want you every way I can have you."

Oh, Christian was spinning, he felt like he was floating free, yet clinging. Such heady kisses, lips stroking over his, tongue seeking, caressing, sucking on his and all he wanted to do was climb inside this other man and stay there forever.

Before he knew what was happening, his tight t-shirt was over his head and off, the top button of his jeans open, and long, elegant fingers caressing him everywhere at once.

"Where's the bedroom, Christian?" Denny murmured, and they turned, moving toward it.

Shoes, socks, pants, boxers, all of it melted off, floated away somehow and both men were naked when Denny tugged Christian toward the large bed that dominated the room.

"I can…I can touch you, too, right?" Christian scooted onto the bed, pulling the comforter back. "I told you, I'm sorta new at this and…its stupid, but I didn't know if there were rules."

Denny grinned. "There are rules," he said, sitting facing Christian, his hand stroking through the hair on his chest, fingers teasing a nipple. "You can touch me, if you want, but you have to tell me if you do or don't like something. Do you have lube? Condoms?"

The question sent a thrill, and a spark of fear through Christian. This was real. The man he wanted was really going to make love…have sex with him. It was real.

"In the drawer," Christian nodded, his words a dry croak.

"Hey," Denny murmured, arms sliding around Christian, drawing him down on the bed to lie facing him. "It's okay, relax."

Denny wasn't giving this up, this beautiful young body, so clean and cute, so hot and handsome. No, but he would calm his skittish tiger, and then have his way with him. When Denny's hard cock brushed against Christian's half-hard shaft, the younger man groaned, his erection growing again.

Denny sucked, nibbled, and kissed his way down Christian's downy muscular chest, over flat, defined abs, finally nuzzling caramel curls, and inhaling his musky scent. Rubbing and stroking the firm thighs, Denny mouthed a rounded sac, eliciting a groan from Christian, and causing him to spread his thighs wide.

Reaching over, Denny snagged the unopened box of condoms and the tube of lube from the otherwise empty drawer. He managed to get the tube and box opened while nipping and licking at Christian's engorged cock.

Coating one finger with the lube, he sucked down the hot tool, sliding his finger in Christian's hole at the same time. So easy.

"Oh god, oh," groaned Christian, his fingers brushing Denny's hair now. "This is good, so good," he moaned, hips pumping up, heels digging in, legs spreading wider and giving Denny more access.

"Good man, yes," Denny crooned, stretching Christian with one hand while he rolled a condom on with his other. How he loved the sweet innocence, the eagerness to please. It was nectar, sweet manna for him.

"Oh man, you're gonna, oh god, gonna…" Christian couldn't seem to say what he was thinking, head tossing, eyes closed.

That's right, yes, he was. Right now. Denny lined his cock up with Christian's opening, pushing a little as he pulled the muscular legs apart and over his shoulders. He leaned forward, kissing Christian lightly, pushing a little at a time, tasting him, taking his cock in hand.

"It'll hurt a little at first," Denny managed, going slow.

"Don't stop, I want this," Christian locked eyes with him, breathing deep and slow. He was trying to relax--he did want this, so much. This was right, he knew it was right; Denny was the right man.