"So, do I get a 'well done' kiss then,?"
These words, said teasingly by his gorgeous boyfriend Marco in his kitchen as they stepped inside, made Teddy smile. He took his time looking over Marco now as he stepped towards his lean form; he was still in his soccer strip, and sweat glistened at his temples.
"Well?" Marco challenged, cocking his eyebrow playfully upwards. So Teddy closed the remaining distance between them and kissed him, chastely at first, pulling back to look into Marco's eyes. They were puppy-dog brown, and they stirred something deep inside him. For a moment, Teddy was lost in them, remembering their first kiss, months earlier, up against the chain link fence of his backyard tennis court. It was just a kiss; it had led to nothing else immediately after, unlike Teddy's previous conquests. But at the same time, it was more than that, in it Teddy had felt the promise of something greater, something deeper, maybe not love – not at that stage- but something a lot like it.
While Teddy thought this, Marco had begun to kiss Teddy's chest, a great expanse of which was already teasingly exposed in the shirt that Teddy had purposefully left half-unbuttoned. Marco knew that this drove Teddy crazy, and Teddy knew that Marco knew. Not wanting him to win, or at least not quite yet, Teddy turned Marco's face up towards his own, and took his mouth roughly, attacking it with his lips. Teddy was always amazed at how easily they had found a rhythm in their kissing, even early on they had just the right give and take, which made the experience that much more pleasurable. Teddy felt this connection again as he bit Marco's lower lip playfully and his boyfriend, immediately understanding the signal, pushed on his chest so that they both stumbled towards his bedroom, a route they knew only too well now.