...“Are you drunk?” Win asked Randy as he tried for the third time to open the front door of Randy’s grandmother’s condo with his key.

“No, just clumsy.” Randy shoved the key at him. “Here. If you’re so smart, you open it.”

Win shook his head but stuck the key in the lock and twisted it open. “First try.”

“Show off.” Randy sauntered into the condo, Win keeping a close eye on his tight, round ass.

The man really was too damn hot for Win’s own good because here he was once more about to have sex with Randy after just meeting him. Re-meeting. Whatever.

“Grandma?” Randy called softly after he turned from relocking the door.

The living room was dark save for one lit lamp, and the condo was quiet.

“Okay, seems like she went to bed.” Randy reached for Win’s hand and led him down the short hallway back to the bedrooms. He turned to a closed door on the left, turned the knob and pulled Win inside, flipping on the light switch on the wall.

Randy crushed his lips to Win’s, immediately slipping his tongue past Win’s lips. He remembered Randy being very bold. Three years ago, he’d let Randy be the aggressor, practically slamming his ass down on Win’s cock. This time, he was determined to be a much more active participant.

Win closed the bedroom door with his foot and yanked the peach sweater off Randy with little pause. His thumbs grazed over the nubs on Randy’s slim, pale chest drawing a whimper from Randy.

Threading his fingers through Randy’s hair, he deepened their kiss, walking them closer to the double bed. He pushed Randy down on the mattress and covered his body with his, trailing his mouth from those sweet glossy lips to the pulse at his throat.

Randy’s fingers were working at the buttons of Win’s shirt, but after a moment he huffed out an exasperated breath and started yanking, buttons popping off and flying everywhere. Then the material ripped. Win almost protested, but figured what the hell, he’d buy a new shirt.

Win wrenched the ruined shirt off his arms and tossed it to the left. Slipping his fingers under the waistband of Randy’s snug jeans, Win tugged until the snaps gave way. Randy’s hands joined his and together they scooted the jeans off. Randy had gone commando, so now his body was completely exposed to Win’s hungry gaze.

Holy Christ.

Randy had a perfect dancer’s body. Strong, muscular legs, six-pack abs, firm round ass, and biceps and pecs defined but not overly done. The sight of such beauty went straight to Win’s already achingly hard cock.

“Jesus.” Win shook his head in wonderment. He remembered Randy’d had a hot bod before, but clearly his dancing since had only improved it. He felt more than a little intimidated by the sheer masculine beauty, but he was too turned on to feel too bad about how lacking he was in comparison. “Condom? Lube?”