...“You think maybe I could get some coffee when we get to your apartment?” Not very subtle, he guessed, but Kirk didn’t think outright asking, want to have sex, would work either.

Sure, it was their first date and all, but they’d been riding the same bus for months. That had to count for something.

“I only have instant,” Elijah replied in almost a whisper.

“That’s not a problem.”

And so Kirk was thrilled when the same visitor space right in front of Elijah’s apartment was still available. “At least this parking lot is well lit. Where’s your assigned space?”

Elijah pointed to a covered carport a short distance away. “That end one there.”

“Can you drive yet?”

“I haven’t yet, but I think maybe when I see the doctor next he might okay it.” Elijah unlocked his front door and set his crutch just inside the door. “Geez, that thing is getting really tedious.”

“Still, you need it some to get around, don’t you?”

Elijah shrugged. “I can manage inside my apartment without it and I’m supposed to experiment putting weight on my leg. Let me get that coffee.”

Kirk followed him into the kitchen, making sure Elijah didn’t stumble. How to broach the subject of not really wanting coffee? “Hey, Elijah.”

The man was reaching into a cabinet for mugs. He glanced at Kirk and he had such a sweet little tentative smile on his face that Kirk’s cock jumped to full attention.

“I was wondering if your leg would prevent you from…” Kirk trailed off.

“From?”

Kirk stepped close and wrapped his hand around the back of Elijah’s neck, drawing their mouths close together. “Can’t you guess?”

Elijah’s blue eyes widened behind his glasses. “But you wanted coffee.”

He shook his head. “I just wanted to come home with you.”

“Should we?”

Rubbing his thumb across Elijah’s full bottom lip, he said, “I don’t want to push you if you think it will hurt you or your leg or you’re not ready, but you’re the sweetest, sexiest man who’s come along in I don’t even know how long. I would love to spend the night showing you just how much I want you.”

The other man’s hands slipped from the mugs in the cabinets and linked around Kirk’s neck instead. Even then, Elijah didn’t make a move to kiss Kirk, he just stared, his pink lips slightly parted.

Kirk figured that was as much permission as he was going to get, so he lowered his mouth to Elijah’s. Soft lips parted under his and Kirk’s tongue slipped inside. His hand moved down to curve over Elijah’s surprisingly firm, round ass. Elijah might be thin, but he still had a mighty fine body, ready to be fucked. Or at least Kirk hoped so.

He broke the kiss, but only to trail his lips over that perfect neck he’d spent so much time fantasizing about while riding the bus. He brought their bodies flush and felt the hard ridge in Elijah’s jeans. Moaning with nearly unchecked desire, Kirk seized Elijah’s lips once more, his tongue thrusting inside.

When they came up for air, Elijah whispered, “Did you want to go to my bedroom?”