I followed behind him, closing the door behind us.
“I hope you like really basic coffee,” Morgan said, standing in his kitchen. “Sorry I don’t have any creamer or anything. I usually get coffee when I’m on my way to work in the mornings, which means just getting in the drive-thru line at Starbucks.”
“I’m good with whatever you have,” I said, taking a seat on Morgan’s couch. I took a moment to glance around the room, noting just how clean and tidy Morgan’s apartment was. It reminded me of a spread in an interior design magazine, camera-ready and styled with little, personal touches all around.
I spotted a framed photo of Morgan, Avery, and Taylor, sitting at the bar at The Femme Fox. The trio seemed squished together for the photo, with Avery and Taylor happily throwing up peace signs, and Morgan, blank-faced, holding his drink in his hand.
I wondered if that had always been Morgan’s role in the group, the one who took things a little more seriously, the one who acted like the responsible glue that held the friend’s bond together.
“Are you looking at The Femme Fox picture?” Morgan asked as he came to sit beside me on the couch. He handed me a cup of coffee as he relaxed against the cushion.
“I was,” I admitted. “Looks like you guys spend a lot of time there.”
“Yeah. It’s kind of our spot.” Morgan smiled. “Do you have a bar like that? Back in…?”
“Miami,” I said, filling in the blank.
“Really?” Miami?” Morgan scrunched up his nose. “You do not seem like a Miami guy.”
“What? You think I don’t like beaches?” I chuckled.
“No. You just seem so…” Morgan paused before he finished his thoughts. “You know what? Miami makes sense. It would at least explain why you’re so comfortable around gay guys.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle again. “You should visit sometime. I think the sun would be good for you.”
“No, thanks,” Morgan said. “I’m not big on sweating. I’ve got a pretty detailed skin regimen that keeps my pores open and clogging them with sweat is like throwing all that right out the window.”
“So, you’re saying you don’t work out?”
“No. I work out, but workout sweat is different from sun sweat,” Morgan explained. “Workout sweat is fine. Sun sweat is just unnatural.”
Morgan smiled after his own joke.
And I felt my heart skip a beat in my chest.
Shit.
I wanted to kiss him. And then, I wanted to kiss him down his chest. And then, I wanted to—
“How about you? Do you work out?” Morgan interrupted my thoughts. “Or are you one of those people with really good metabolisms—”
Now it was my turn to interrupt Morgan, but instead of cutting him off with my words, I cut him off with a kiss. Morgan’s lips were warm and soft, making me want to kiss him forever.
But I knew that I needed to pull away and give him a chance to react.
“I don’t… what?” Morgan’s eyes were wide. “Sorry. I just don’t understand. I thought you were straight?”
“I don’t know. I think I still am?” I shrugged. “But since I first saw you in your office, Morgan, I’ve been wanting to do that.”
“Why?”
“Why?” I grinned. “Because you’re beautiful, that’s why.”
“Okay…” Morgan’s confusion showed in his tone. “Um, thank you, I guess.”
Thank you?
Fuck.
Did Morgan just put me in the friendzone? My heart raced even faster in my chest as I worried about the possibility of never kissing Morgan again.
“Did you not want to?” I asked, my voice low.
“No. I wanted to.” Morgan smiled. “I’m just not sure what you’re looking for. I don’t want to be your one-night stand, Harrison. If that’s what you want, you can head back to The Femme Fox and find someone else—”
“No. I want you.” I stared back at Morgan. “Only you.”
“So, what do you want from me?”
“I don’t want a one-night stand,” I started. “But I’ll take as many nights as you want to give me, Morgan. Does that work for you?”
“That works perfectly,” Morgan replied. “Besides, you’re leaving in a few weeks, right? It’s not like we’re going to try dating or anything. We should keep this as simple as possible, for both our sakes.”
“For both our sakes,” I nodded in agreement before I kissed Morgan again. This time, I slowly pushed his frame back against the couch as I cautiously climbed on top of him. Morgan didn’t seem to mind the switch in position, his mouth still pressed against mine.
I made sure to continue our kiss, even as my hands glided underneath Morgan’s shirt. I rested my hands on Morgan’s hips, beneath the fabric, elated at the contact. I’d been daydreaming about resting my palms against Morgan’s bare waist ever since the dance floor.
After a moment or two passed, I shifted one of my hands from Morgan’s waist down to the crotch of his pants. I gently cupped his crotch as I deepened our kiss, pushing my tongue even further between Morgan’s lips. My light grip on Morgan became a little firmer as I started to press into his crotch with the lower palm of my hand, hoping to elicit a reaction.
And I was beyond pleased when I heard Morgan let out a low moan.
Encouraged by the noise, I continued to press my palm against him, moving in small, tight circles. Morgan moaned again, breaking our kiss every so often as the sounds escaped his lips.
“You like that?” I whispered, already knowing the answer.
“Yes,” Morgan replied, sounding like he was struggling for breath.
He was so hot right now.
Wanting to hear Morgan moan again, I moved my hand away from his crotch, slipping my palm below the fabric of his pants, finding Morgan’s boxers. Once my fingers touched his boxers, I slid them down under the hem, dropping my hand even lower.
And then, I felt Morgan’s cock.
As my fingers brushed along his shaft, I gently formed a fist around it. I was about to start moving my hand when I decided to look back down at Morgan, needing to make sure that he was comfortable.
“Is this okay?” I asked, keeping my hand still.
“Yes…” Morgan answered. “Anything you want… is okay…”
I smiled as I began to move my palm, carefully pumping Morgan’s cock. “I’m still going to ask you for permission if I do anything new.”
“Okay…” Morgan moaned his response as his hips slightly moved up to meet my hand.
“Fuck. You’re so fucking cute,” I whispered, my hand still sliding up and down Morgan’s shaft. I moved my mouth away from his own as I pressed my lips into his neck, licking his skin before I playfully suctioned my mouth against his neck.
When I finally moved my mouth away from his neck, I immediately broke out into a laugh.
“What? What is it?” Morgan asked.
“Sorry.” I laughed again. “Shit. I think I just gave you a hickey.”
“It’s okay. I can just put makeup over it,” Morgan suggested, his words heavy with his breath.