Clint Devin's life was perfect. There was a place for everything and everything was in its place. Clint learns that something might be missing after an encounter with the last man Clint could possibly fall for.
Ryder Alexander is a vegan, teaches the second grade, enjoys making granola and is perfectly content with his thrift shop wardrobe. A drunken kiss in a nightclub bathroom pushes Ryder outside of his comfort zone and into the arms of the last man anyone expects.
“Here,†Ryder declared before he ducked behind the flag and Clint frowned as he looked around. No one was paying attention and he quickly followed. Ryder was leaning against the brick wall and red and blue light slanted across his face as the sun bled through the flag. They were completely shielded from the street and Clint felt like they were miles away from humanity as he stepped closer. “What are you doing?†He asked softly as he braced his hand on the wall next to Ryder’s shoulder. “Seeing if it was my game or a fluke,†Ryder murmured as his hand slid around Clint’s neck. Clint hummed in agreement as he lowered his head and Ryder’s hand fisted in his shirt as their lips brushed. It was like kissing a flame. Heat fanned across Clint’s face and seeped into his skin. He gasped into Ryder’s mouth and their tongues fluttered against each other tentatively. A golden current of warm need rolled through Clint and he heard Ryder moan as their tongues swirled and flicked urgently. Clint angled his head and felt dizzy as his hand slid around Ryder’s waist. He pulled him against his chest and the smell of soap and clean clothes wreathed around Clint and he wanted to wrap himself in Ryder. He pulled his head back and they were both breathless and stunned. Ryder licked his lips and his cheeks puffed out as he blinked at Clint. “Wow,†he huffed and Clint nodded jerkily. “Definitely my game,†Ryder panted and Clint rolled his eyes. “Shut up,†he muttered as he pushed his hand into Ryder’s hair. He pinned him to the wall as he claimed his lips and Ryder growled softly as he gripped and pulled at Clint’s body, trying to get closer. Clint rolled his hips and silently cursed. They were both really hard and really ready. He didn’t know what to do. If this was a guy he’d flirted with at a club, he would have pulled him into an office or storage room. Or, he would have planned it better and they would have met at a bar close to a decent hotel because Clint had a feeling this was one of those times he’d need a bed and a lot more time. But he knew that Ryder wasn’t that sort of guy. You didn’t bend super sweet elementary school teachers over a sticky desk or push them onto their knees between cases of beer. You strolled with them on sunny Saturday afternoons and made out on quilts under apple trees or next to a river or some other stupid cliche. “We should have sex,†Ryder murmured. Or not… Clint thought as Ryder’s lips slid along Clint’s cheek. “Like, really soon,†he added before he pulled Clint’s earlobe between his lips and sucked. Apparently, his ear was connected to his cock and it throbbed painfully in response. Clint bit his lip to keep from moaning too loud and struggled to think and his eyes rolled as Ryder’s teeth grazed his neck. His game was definitely improving. “I don’t live very far from here,†Clint whispered and immediately regretted it. He rarely invited anyone to his home. He never brought one night stands over. Ryder’s hand slid down the front of Clint’s jeans and cupped his hard-on. “We could go there now,†Clint said quickly and Ryder nodded as he sucked on the corner of Clint’s neck. Holy shit. Who knew school teachers could be so aggressive? “Let’s go,†Ryder ordered as he pushed against Clint’s chest and he stumbled back. “Are you sure? You don’t seem like the type…†Clint frowned as Ryder pushed away from the wall and laughed. “You’re hung, I’m hung, it’s going to be like clash of the titans,†he said and Clint’s eyes flared.