When they had enough of out and about, Cao Ren and Lu Meng enjoyed time to themselves. Comfortably entwined, they lounged on the couch with a couple of beers on the table and something fun on TV. After the myths were busted, the junkyard wars concluded, or the jaunty host finished with his stint at the hog farm or the garbage dump or whatever unpleasant place of employment he had slogged through for the past hour, the guys slipped into each other's arms. Kisses deepened as their hands kneaded shoulders, stroked jawlines, took forays underneath shirts. Within it all was an ever-rising temptation that had seemed like too much too soon, though they ventured toward it with each lingering touch that dared to go a bit further.
The guys had made an early exit from the party, leaving under a guise of tiredness that Cao Cao bought with a knowing twinkle in his eye. Back at Ren's apartment, they did not even bother to kick off their shoes. They managed to shed their coats onto a nearby chair, but even that was a close call.
Meng's kisses were insistent, his embrace heady with the wooded scent of cologne. He worked Ren's shirt open, one slow button at a time, while Ren returned the patient favor. Ren roamed over the lean planes of Meng's torso as his companion explored his burly chest, the slight softness of his belly. They luxuriated in the contrast of smooth skin and coarse hair, thrilled at the peak of a nipple under a teasing thumb. Ren traced the trail leading down into Meng's slacks as his own felt more and more in the way, spurring him to whisper a most pertinent question.
"Stay the night?"
And the deft fingers unbuckling his belt provided all the answer he needed.
