With that, they fell silent. Justin closed the gap between their faces and pressed a tender kiss to Terry’s lips. It was chaste for barely a second before they reached for each other and things became much more passionate. Lips parted, tongues explored, teeth clashed.

Soon the silence was replaced by heavy breathing, gasps and moans. They touched each other’s backs, shoulders and arms, eager for contact. Eager for…more.

Terry had been stiff pretty much as soon as they’d gotten into the taxi. The promise of what would happen next had seen to that. But now he felt close to exploding. His shaft pressed hard against the inside of his boxer shorts and he was damn glad he’d worn them. If not, his poor cock would have been in danger of being shredded by the unforgiving metal of his zipper.

He pulled back, his eyes wide, his chest heaving. “Fuck,” he said in response to Justin’s confused expression. “That’s just…wow. Can we get naked now?”

The blond grinned. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

Their lips melded once more and they turned their exploring hands to the task of undressing one another. They parted briefly to tug off T-shirts, but then they were drawn back together as if by magnets.

Terry scrambled wildly at Justin’s waist, desperate to render him naked so they could roll around on the bed, skin-to-skin. “Argh,” he finally said, the angle just too difficult to achieve his aim. “Just get them off.” He waved at the offending jeans.

As one, they reached down to undo their shoes, tug off their socks, then finally remove their jeans and boxers. Finally they stood facing each other, raking their gazes over each other’s unclothed forms.

With that, they fell silent. Justin closed the gap between their faces and pressed a tender kiss to Terry’s lips. It was chaste for barely a second before they reached for each other and things became much more passionate. Lips parted, tongues explored, teeth clashed.

Soon the silence was replaced by heavy breathing, gasps and moans. They touched each other’s backs, shoulders and arms, eager for contact. Eager for…more.

Terry had been stiff pretty much as soon as they’d gotten into the taxi. The promise of what would happen next had seen to that. But now he felt close to exploding. His shaft pressed hard against the inside of his boxer shorts and he was damn glad he’d worn them. If not, his poor cock would have been in danger of being shredded by the unforgiving metal of his zipper.

He pulled back, his eyes wide, his chest heaving. “Fuck,” he said in response to Justin’s confused expression. “That’s just…wow. Can we get naked now?”

The blond grinned. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

Their lips melded once more and they turned their exploring hands to the task of undressing one another. They parted briefly to tug off T-shirts, but then they were drawn back together as if by magnets.

Terry scrambled wildly at Justin’s waist, desperate to render him naked so they could roll around on the bed, skin-to-skin. “Argh,” he finally said, the angle just too difficult to achieve his aim. “Just get them off.” He waved at the offending jeans.

As one, they reached down to undo their shoes, tug off their socks, then finally remove their jeans and boxers. Finally they stood facing each other, raking their gazes over each other’s unclothed forms.

“Who cares? We’ve got lots of lost time to make up for, haven’t we? I think we should start right now. So if you agree, kiss me.”

“With pleasure.” Terry reached up and pushed his fingers into Justin’s thick blond hair—it was just as soft as he’d always imagined—and used it to pull the other man’s head down to his. Immediately their lips sought one another and Terry allowed himself to be carried away on waves of bliss as he kissed the man he was in love with. Even better, the man who loved him back.

He could still hardly believe it. But he’d have to get used to it quickly, as he had to find room in his brain, in his emotions, to come to terms with the fact that he was adopted. Then he had to speak with Justin about coming out together. The way he’d imagined it so many times, without being able to figure out if the family would be happy, indifferent or disgusted. His mum and dad were okay with it, though, and that was all that really mattered. They were the most important.

He shoved all such thoughts from his brain and just concentrated on the present. He moved his hands and mouth at the same time—his hands to roam up and down Justin’s muscular back, albeit over his T-shirt, and his mouth to wander down his jaw, covered with blond fuzz, and to tease and nibble the delicate skin of his throat.