...Marvin laughed. “So you’re bisexual?”
“Yeah, I guess that’s the label for me.”
“No.” Marvin shook his head. “You shouldn’t be labeled. You’re just fine without it. Besides, I don’t really like labels myself.” Marvin slid the mug across to Duane. “Tell me how you like it. I’ll make another if it’s crap.”
Duane was worried he’d have to take him up on that. He could be picky when it came to his coffee. But his taste buds danced with happiness at the first sip. “I have no idea how you did this but it’s how I’ve always wanted to take my coffee.”
“Glad you like it.”
“Like it? I love it. I want to hire you to make my coffee for me every day.”
“Or you could just come over here and I’ll be happy to give you a cup.”
Myrna was supportive, but he couldn’t imagine she’d want to ferry his ass back and forth. “Once I get my junker running I’ll be bugging you for coffee every day.”
“Good. You know, Roberts made a pass at me yesterday.”
“Did he?” Duane asked with mock surprise.
“Yeah, it wasn’t cool. I was trying to be nice so he’d leave me alone, and I guess he thought that meant I wanted to jump his old bones.”
“Was that before or after he tried to give you money.”
“After. He was basically like, ‘Well, if you don’t want the money how about I buy you a late dinner.’”
“Maybe you should have taken him up on that. Dinner is good. Free dinner is better.”
Marvin’s face twisted. “No way. I can afford to feed myself. Besides, I kind of hoped I’d be busy. I mean, too busy for a late dinner.”
Duane’s ears perked up. “How late was this dinner supposed to be?”
“After the Farmers Market.”
“I see.” Duane slowly lowered his mug to the counter. “Marvin, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“When you invited me in for coffee did you actually mean you wanted to stand in the kitchen and drink coffee?”
“No.”
Marvin’s hand was resting on the counter, and Duane covered it with his. “Why don’t you tell me what you actually meant? Because I’m good, but I’m not a mind reader.” He moved his thumb in slow circle over Marvin’s knuckle. “And if you can’t tell me, you can always show me.”
Marvin turned his hand, pressing his palm to Duane’s and locking their fingers together. Marvin had a slighter build than him, and that gave the impression of being smaller, but standing that close he realized Marvin was an inch, maybe two, taller than him. His free hand went to Duane’s face, his fingers skimming over his soft beard before sliding to the back of his neck. He tilted his head, moving in closer and closer but not quite touching their lips together. He was so close Duane could almost feel him, could almost sense the firm pressure of Marvin’s lips. His breath caught, shoulders hitching, tongue running over his lips. Marvin’s darted out to touch his and they tumbled into the kiss together, sparks of electricity jumping between their tongues.
Duane re-affirmed his hold on Marvin’s fingers and brought their joined hands up to his chest, his other hand curling around Marvin’s neck, mirroring his hold on Duane. Their mouths moved in an easy rhythm of give and take, Marvin’s lips fitting against his so perfectly. Duane turned slightly, nudging Marvin’s back against the counter. He was easy to move, amenable, every touch and flick of his tongue conveying how much more he wanted from Duane. As a result, Duane got harder by the second, his cock throbbing urgently for attention. All he could think about was relieving that pressure, his whole life narrowing to the hot confines of Marvin’s mouth...