Soaked to the bone, they stepped into Phantom's apartment. The rain had turned into a downpour, and the cold had already seeped into his bones. Phantom pulled off his jacket. There were still a few dry patches on his shirt, but even his boxers felt soaked through.

He kicked off his shoes, and beside him, Ezra did the same. 

"Even my socks are drenched," the man said, shaking his head.

"I'll throw everything in the dryer. Unfortunately, my bathroom still needs a serious overhaul. Even on my own I can barely turn around in there, and the water pressure is a joke."

"Smart of you to shack up with a plumber." Grinning, Ezra peeled his socks off and walked into the hallway.

"You'll walk straight into the bedroom. The door to the right of it is the bathroom."

When Ezra left a puddle behind after just two steps, he retreated to the mat and started peeling off his jeans. Phantom followed suit, and before long they were both standing in clinging boxers.

Instinctively, Phantom let his eyes wander over the man, even though he'd seen his torso before. Still, he was struck by it again. Damn. Ezra had broad shoulders, strong arms, and a torso that shimmered with moisture. His abs weren't gym-hardened, but he was undeniably well built. A line of dark blond hair ran from his navel down into the waistband of his boxers, which left little to the imagination.

Phantom felt his ears burn—especially when he noticed Ezra giving him the exact same once-over. The shameless way he bit his lip was so sexy, Phantom nearly moaned aloud.

As if he sensed that, Ezra sent him a wink. "See you in a sec!"

Phantom gathered up their wet clothes. He couldn't help but sneak a glance at Ezra's backside as the man walked toward the bathroom. It had weathered the rain far better than the front.

This still feels like a fucking dream.

Tearing his gaze away, he opened the door to the cramped little utility room, just big enough for a broom, vacuum cleaner, and a stacked washer-dryer combo.

It kept feeling like a dream—especially when, after his shower, he stepped into the bedroom and found Ezra stretched out on the blanket. Completely naked.

Phantom's eyes jumped to his semi-hard cock, and he swallowed hard. Ezra had one hand tucked under his head and one knee raised. Holy shit. Phantom could feel himself getting hard instantly, though the towel around his waist hid it—for now.

"Trying to give me a heart attack or something?" Phantom muttered.

"Sorry. I didn't want to go digging through your stuff for underwear."

"You were definitely trying to give me a heart attack."

Ezra grinned wickedly. "Okay. Maybe a little."

Phantom's head spun. He'd buried this part of himself for so long, locked it away, hidden it. And now, there was this amazing guy in his bed, and it was allowed.

"Sorry." Ezra's tone softened. "Maybe I read this wrong. If this is way too fast—"

"No," he said quickly. His rock-hard dick sure wasn't objecting. He laughed, a little nervously. "I've denied myself this for so long. It just still feels like I'm daydreaming."

Ezra made a beckoning gesture. "Feel free to check if this is real. Or how it tastes."

His erection throbbed so hard, he was afraid he'd come before even touching the man. He let the towel fall and climbed onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress as he crawled toward Ezra.

"It feels like a dream to me too," Ezra said. "Every morning you're the first person I think of. And then I'd wake up and remember—you didn't want me."

"But I do want you." Phantom's voice was hoarse. "I've wanted you from the moment I saw you, no matter how inappropriate it was. And I'm going to show you."

It started with a searing kiss—one that instantly set all his nerves on edge. Then he kissed Ezra's neck and moved lower, exploring every inch of him. His fingers, his tongue, his lips—they left a trail across Ezra's body, down to the place that had been waiting for him.

He stood proudly upright, glistening with moisture. Phantom hovered above Ezra's thighs, running his fingers along the thick shaft. So many mouths had been around his cock—and every time, he'd wondered what it was like. How it tasted. What it was like to make someone moan because you did that.

He lowered his head, letting his lips roam, teasing him with his tongue until Ezra let out an impatient growl.

"You're such a tease."

Grinning, Phantom slid his hand down and took him into his mouth. The heat of Ezra's cock filled his mouth completely. He licked along the soft skin and—

"Wait."

Confused, Phantom looked up, raising his head.

"Turn around."

"What?"

"I want you in my mouth too."

Holy shit. His heart was pounding even harder. "I don't know if I can... concentrate..."

"I don't care. You're a hacker. Bet you're good at multitasking."

"I'm actually better at focusing on just one—"

"Get your ass over here."

Phantom's knees felt weak. He sat up and positioned himself like Ezra wanted—his hips near Ezra's face.

The very first touch was already a hundred times better than any sexual experience he'd had so far. After all his teasing, Ezra was now paying him back in kind.

Phantom couldn't focus anymore. When Ezra's mouth enveloped him, he moaned so deeply it surprised even himself. He tried not to focus solely on it and returned his attention to Ezra's cock, taking him in as deep as he could. At the same time, he felt Ezra do the same. Oh fuck. The electric flutter in his gut was nearly too much.

He wanted to give a blowjob just as incredible as the one he was getting, but his attention kept being pulled back to his own throbbing cock. He cupped Ezra's balls and felt the man's fingers stroking between his cheeks, exploring. He moaned around Ezra as a finger pressed against his entrance, and the circular motion made it impossible to keep his hips still. He kept sinking deeper into Ezra's glorious mouth.

A finger slipped inside. Gently—slower than Phantom wanted. He instinctively pushed his hips back to feel more, then forward again, into Ezra's mouth.

Fuck. He couldn't keep this up. He couldn't keep pleasuring Ezra while those fingers kept pushing him toward oblivion. His body arched, his head lifted—he let go of Ezra.

"Ezra," he moaned. "Oh fuck."

He could barely hold himself up, arms trembling. Two fingers now—and shit, it wasn't enough. He wanted more. He wanted him. He wanted everything, he wanted—

There was nothing left to want. A mist flooded his mind and his orgasm tore through his body. He bucked as the hot waves surged through him.

Panting, he collapsed beside Ezra, whose face gleamed with sweat. His mouth was no longer around him, his fingers had withdrawn. They needed to come back. Phantom felt like he might fall apart without them.

"Please," he whispered. "Please fuck me."

Ezra brushed Phantom's damp forehead before kissing it—then one between his eyes, on his nose, and finally his lips. "Do you have lube?"

"Nightstand," he mumbled.

Ezra reached over. He found the bottle and prepared himself first, then Phantom.

Phantom watched breathlessly. It felt like the orgasm had ripped his mind loose and left it floating among the stars.

He hooked his knees over Ezra's shoulders. Their torsos melted into one another. The look in Ezra's eyes was so tender, Phantom could've cried. He stroked his face, and Phantom mirrored him, fingers trailing through his beard.

Ezra pressed against him. The sensation of his tip nudging Phantom's entrance felt perfect. Slowly, steadily, he pushed inside—never breaking their eye contact.

It was so intimate. So fucking intimate.

This man had him completely in his grip. Phantom would do anything. Fucking anything.

Ezra sank deeper, every inch setting Phantom further ablaze.

Ezra's breathing quickened. "You're so perfect," he whispered. He pulled back, thrust again. "So fucking perfect."

He thrust again—deeper now.

Phantom groaned. Ezra did too.

Phantom laced their fingers together above his head, tilted his hips to meet him. 

Deeper. Better.

His thrusts grew harder. Rougher. His focus slipped, and Phantom kissed Ezra's neck, bit down, and whispered, "Come inside me. You feel so fucking good."

That did it. Ezra filled him one last time, pulled back with a final shudder, and collapsed against him with a groan that went far beyond restrained.

Phantom let his legs drop and wrapped his arms around Ezra. "Please tell me this wasn't a one-night stand."

Ezra kissed his neck and stayed there, tangled in the embrace. "Absolutely not. I couldn't get you out of my head before. Now I never will."

Phantom closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of clean sweat. He didn't care if he had to carry a secret for the rest of his life. He'd been doing that all along. 

But Ezra?

 He wasn't letting him go. Not for anything.