Blake didn’t need an excuse to kiss Jamie, but he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. He’d been dying to get his hands on Jamie since the moment he’d seen him standing outside the coffee shop. Looking extra cute in a pair of tight jeans and checked shirt. He’d only restrained himself, because he sensed that Jamie wasn’t quite comfortable in his presence yet. They’d built up a good rapport while texting each other, Jamie had been blatantly flirting with him, but Blake knew it wasn’t the same in person, especially if Jamie’s confidence levels were a little low.

No surprise given the idiot that his ex-boyfriend clearly was.

With infinite pleasure Blake raised his eyes to look at the idiot ex, his own lips still pressed firmly against Jamie’s. He let the smile that remained hidden by the meeting of mouths reach his eyes. If this Dan wanted a fight, Blake would happily wipe the floor with him in Jamie’s defense.

A soft moan from Jamie brought Blake’s attention back to the man he was kissing. Jamie may have been reluctant to take the initiative, but not so much anymore. His lips were moving against Blake’s, and one of his hands had come out to rest on Blake’s arm, stroking his soft underarm erotically.

Blake’s dick, which had inflated a fraction since first leaning close to Jamie, and then risen to half-mast when the confrontation got heated, was now fully erect, tenting the slacks he was wearing. He shifted his hips trying to relieve the ache, then thought what the hell and twisted his hips so that if that idiot happened to still be watching he’d get a good view.

In response to Jamie Blake did with his tongue what he really wanted to be doing with his dick and thrust it into Jamie’s mouth. Warm, wet, sweetness greeted his entry. Delicious. Jamie seemed equally keen on the taste of coffee that must be coating Blake’s tongue, for he sucked with the power of a brand new Dyson.

The kiss was sloppy and slightly uncomfortable with the table between them. Blake didn’t care. He realigned his hips with the table and began rubbing himself against the edge. Shit, that was fantastic. It was all fantastic. He was going to get carried away if he wasn’t careful. It wouldn’t take much for him to come right there in a room full of people. Shit. Fuck.

Blake broke the kiss abruptly, pulling away to slump back in his chair, his breathing harsh. Well, that had shown Jamie’s ex.

And scared him off. A glance around the room and out through the front window confirmed he was no longer in sight and that everyone had gone back to their conversations, if they had in fact ever been attracted to watching the drama Jamie and Blake had both been involved in playing out.

Jamie was watching Blake wide-eyed. The hand that had been stroking Blake’s arm was now covering Jamie’s mouth. One finger rhythmically tracing his bottom lip.

“Please stop,” Blake practically growled. He couldn’t help himself. He was barely clinging onto his control as it was.

“Stop what?” Jamie asked having ceased the motion automatically to talk.

“Nothing.” Blake said closing his eyes. “Did I do something wrong?” Jamie asked, obviously not satisfied by Blake’s one word answer.

God, the last thing Blake wanted was for Jamie to get the wrong impression. “No, you were touching your lip with the finger that had been stroking my arm. If you’d gone as far as sliding that digit inside your mouth, like it was my tongue, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from kissing you again.” Blake opened his eyes, drilling a stare at Jamie. “We would have been kissing ‘til I’d fucked you senseless.”

Blake watched, delighted, as Jamie’s jaw dropped and his eyes went nearly as wide as his mouth. Jamie must have realized how he looked, for he gave himself a little shake before replying. “Would you like to take me home and fuck me then?”

It was Blake’s turn to go slack-jawed. Now that he hadn’t expected from his little beauty.

“I just thought we could skip the cinema and dinner and go straight to your place, if you wanted to, that is.”

Of course Blake wanted to fuck Jamie. He was desperate for him, his cock still fully hard. He wasn’t sure about them going back to his place though. Only the other night he’d been fantasizing about having Jamie there, but actually inviting him back seemed somehow harder, more monumental. Much easier if they could go to Jamie’s place. “How about we go to your place?”

“Mine?” Jamie asked. “My place is half an hour away, and you live close to town, don’t you? We could pick up my car and drive to yours if you like?”

“I’d really love to see your place.” He really would, he wanted to see more of Jamie, take a look at his things, get more of an impression for what made him tick.

“Mine?” Jaime asked again his tone increasingly disbelieving.

“Yeah, I’m nosey and can look at all your stuff.” Blake gave a stilted laugh, even though what he said was true.

“But you told me all about your place, and how great it is, and the shower you had fitted.” Every time Jamie’s face lost some of its flush one of them would say something to make it pinken again. Had he been having shower fantasies, too, Blake wondered. It was almost enough to make Blake blurt out an invitation to his place, but the words wouldn’t come. Showering together would have to wait. There was plenty of other stuff he wanted to do with Jamie. Learning about each other could be very hands-on as far as Blake was concerned. What did it matter where it took place?

“You know I’m just in a cheap one bedroom rental since moving out of Dan’s place.” Jamie spat out Dan’s name.

Up ‘til now the ex had remained nameless. After meeting the man Blake knew why.

“And your place is closer.” Jamie paused, his fingers starting to drum on the table. “Is there some reason you don’t want me to come back to yours?”

“It’s a mess?” Blake asked it as a question trying to make it a joke , not sure what else he might be able to say to take away the issue of not wanting to go back to his place. Jamie didn’t laugh. When Jamie compared their two places it did seem completely illogical to pick Jamie’s over his. It shouldn’t matter where they went, except he’d made it matter.

For no good reason.

Blake hated that he had a hang-up.

Jamie pushed back his chair and stood up.

“Wait,” Blake said desperately. “Let’s go for a drive, just see what happens.”

“No, it’s all right I get it. You do actually want to fuck me, but you don’t want a relationship with me, so going back to your place could be tricky, much easier to go to mine, where you can just leave when you’ve had enough.”

Blake stood as well and grabbed Jamie’s arm as he turned to leave. He was immediately shaken off. Jamie took a step away and then turned back to look at Blake.

“Before, I might actually have jumped at the chance for hot sex no strings. Dan used to make me feel I was never good enough for him, especially in bed, so it might have been cathartic. But I actually liked you. Really liked you. I made the silly mistake of wanting and hoping for more.”

“It wasn’t a mistake. I just don’t…”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t invite guys back to mine.” Fuck, Blake cursed in his head. That sounded lame even to his own ears. How had this date gone both so right and so wrong, so quickly?

“And I thought I was messed up and not ready for another relationship.”

Blake let Jamie have the last word. He didn’t really have a choice. He was an idiot. His throat was all choked up. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he stared after Jamie’s retreating back. For once he didn’t look down to watch Jamie’s retreating arse.