24/7 #13
Off’s plan for their date had been one he hoped would show Gun that he was serious, that he understands what Gun’s expectations are and he’s going to become the type of man who can meet them.
Currently, however, he’s facing a dilemma: take Gun out like he said or drive back to his place and make sweet love to Gun until they’re both wrung out of orgasms.
Gun had put out his hand, presumably to hold Off’s, and when Off had given his hand over, Gun had waited until Off started to drive before putting Off’s hand on his thigh. Off’s fingertips had slid right down into that slit of fabric and now he finds himself gripping Gun’s thigh, the unbelievably soft skin tender beneath his touch.
Popping a boner as fast as Off just did caused understandable problems with his concentration, and now he’s pulled over the car, just for a minute.
“Papii,” Gun says, and Off has trouble looking at him, but he does. Gun doesn’t say anything else, but he leans over, and Off is drawn to him like a magnet, kissing Gun, hand massaging Gun’s thigh. Gun shifts in his seat as they continue kissing, and then Gun’s hand is on Off’s thigh, making his way up until he’s cupping Off’s dick through his jeans.
Date! Off reminds himself. They’re supposed to be going on a date.
Like a feat of strength, Off manages to break the kiss and attempt brain function. “Noo.” He licks his lips, then dives in for another quick kiss which lasts longer than intended. He takes Gun’s hand and removes it from his crotch. “Noo, we’re going to be late.”
“Late?” Gun asks slowly, like he’s processing, and Off knows Gun is horny, too, and it makes it all the worse. “Late for what?”
“I made reservations,” Off replies, trying to sound mysterious. It might’ve worked if he weren’t so out of breath.
Gun seems to adjust to this news. “Where are we going?” he asks, and he goes from dazed to bright-eyed far too quickly.
Off laughs. “Noo will just have to wait and see.”
With a wave of apprehension that Off thwarts away with a few self-affirmations, Off starts driving again. They chat a little, especially when they get stuck in traffic, but they pull into a parking garage and Off strides over to the passenger side door to let Gun out, offering his arm.
Gun already looks pleased, hooking his arm through and letting Off walk him out onto the street. He stops, staring at the restaurant, then looking at Off, who nods. “Oh…” Gun murmurs. “Papii is going to get so lucky tonight.”
Off nearly chokes.