It wasn't that Max couldn't don a suit if he needed to. He did wear his sheriff's uniform for plenty of years with its own starched shirts and pressed pants. He'd also grown up in a desert town on the edge of nowhere. Where people were more bound to ask about little green men and illegal immigrants jumping boarders than what the latest numbers were on Wall Street. He was used to wide open spaces. This smaller apartment was more difficult, but at least he had his large bed in front of them.
A bartender's salary wasn't a lot to get by on in NY, even when it was supplimented by his book earnings. He'd made enough to do a little better, but he was saving it for just in case. His place back home was rustic, but it was gorgeous, and showed he had no shortage of funds there. This suit his needs here.
Max had already undone his button and pulled down the fly on his jeans, when he turned to find Cole with his pants in a crumple on the floor. He grinned widely. Looked like this wasn't such a hard sell after all. Max took his time pulling off his jeans, and tossed them in the corner. He'd pull off his black boxer briefs, but he didn't want to put any pressure on Cole yet. His erection was filling out by the second. It wasn't difficult for him, with the visions he had in his head of what sat there waiting for him on his bed.
Moving to stand between Cole's legs, Max ran his fingers over the other man's shoulders, rubbing at them lightly. He moved them up so he could massage Cole's neck and work his way back down and out. "It's normal to be nervous the first time you do anything. You probably have the type of brain that starts to overthink things. That's fine, just don't get lost in it and forget to enjoy the moment." Kneeling between Cole's legs, Max began to kneed along his thighs, working his way closer and closer to where they joined in the middle. He glanced up under his eyelashes and bent over.
Max blew hot air across Cole's clothed sac. He could see the outline just fine. Mouthing against it, Max slipped his fingers back and ran them over Cole's perineum, caressing it as he licked over the boxers upward, working that partial erection into something worth looking at, something worth tasting. Every now and then, he'd flick his eyes upward to make sure that he was being watched, because he wanted Cole to know that he enjoyed this, and would enjoy the next part even more.
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A bartender's salary wasn't a lot to get by on in NY, even when it was supplimented by his book earnings. He'd made enough to do a little better, but he was saving it for just in case. His place back home was rustic, but it was gorgeous, and showed he had no shortage of funds there. This suit his needs here.
Max had already undone his button and pulled down the fly on his jeans, when he turned to find Cole with his pants in a crumple on the floor. He grinned widely. Looked like this wasn't such a hard sell after all. Max took his time pulling off his jeans, and tossed them in the corner. He'd pull off his black boxer briefs, but he didn't want to put any pressure on Cole yet. His erection was filling out by the second. It wasn't difficult for him, with the visions he had in his head of what sat there waiting for him on his bed.
Moving to stand between Cole's legs, Max ran his fingers over the other man's shoulders, rubbing at them lightly. He moved them up so he could massage Cole's neck and work his way back down and out. "It's normal to be nervous the first time you do anything. You probably have the type of brain that starts to overthink things. That's fine, just don't get lost in it and forget to enjoy the moment." Kneeling between Cole's legs, Max began to kneed along his thighs, working his way closer and closer to where they joined in the middle. He glanced up under his eyelashes and bent over.
Max blew hot air across Cole's clothed sac. He could see the outline just fine. Mouthing against it, Max slipped his fingers back and ran them over Cole's perineum, caressing it as he licked over the boxers upward, working that partial erection into something worth looking at, something worth tasting. Every now and then, he'd flick his eyes upward to make sure that he was being watched, because he wanted Cole to know that he enjoyed this, and would enjoy the next part even more.