When Hal comes home he goes straight to Kyle’s studio, where Kyle is bent over his drawing table, intent on his work. Hal steps up next to him, wraps his arm around his waist and rests his chin on his shoulder. He holds Kyle tight against his body. “What are you working on?”
Kyle leans back into the embrace and sets the pen down. “A new project.” He flexes his fingers—he’s been working too long—and Hal takes his hand and kissed each abused finger, sending waves of warmth through Kyle. He turns on his chair and kisses Hal.
Hal buries his nose in Kyle’s neck, inhaling the scent of soap and a hint of cologne along with the varied scents of the studio—paints and inks and books and coffee—that makes up what Hal recognizes as uniquely Kyle. “I think you need to take a break.”
Kyle stands and embraces him. Hal’s still in his flight suit under his ever-present leather jacket. There’s a faint smell of jet fuel—probably from his boots—but rather than being noxious it only adds to the spicy mix of leather and sweat that he loves so much about Hal.
They kiss again, and Hal tastes the coffee that Kyle drinks far too much of, an interesting mix with the beer he had with Tom after work. Without breaking the kiss he pushes Kyle towards the bedroom, because he wants to taste more of him, shedding clothes along the way.
Kyle sits when his legs hit the edge of the bed. He grasps Hal’s hips and leans forward to catch the bead of semen with his tongue, salty and bitter, and then he slides his mouth around Hal’s cock. The taste of Hal sends a jolt to his own cock.
“Not like that,” Hal says. He pushes Kyle back on the bed and kneels between his legs. He caresses Kyle’s cock and his balls while he reaches for the lube, and smiles when Kyle sighs and moans. He uses his fingers to get him ready, and Kyle whimpers with need.
“Oh God, Hal,” Kyle moans when Hal pushes his cock inside him. Hal’s breath is coming in gasps and the bed creaks with their movement, and when he nears the climax Hal grunts with each thrust until he finally shouts his release. He drops to his hands over Kyle, panting.
Kyle is gasping for breath below him, lips slightly parted, his chest rising and falling. His eyes are dark with need and Hal reaches down and grasps his hard cock. He watches Kyle’s face as he strokes him, and when he comes, Kyle closes his eyes and arches his back.
Kyle looks up at Hal. Strands of hair are stuck to his forehead with sweat, his breaths are still coming in gasps. He lays down next to Kyle, a smile on his face. There’s no need to say ‘I love you’, because they can see it in each other’s eyes.