Summary:

And Kyle could lean forward right now, take Eric’s chin in his hand, kiss him slow and messy before ordering him to do…anything Kyle wanted him to. But there was something lazy and warm curled in Kyle’s belly, and right now the image of a strong, kind, older man leaning over him was doing all kinds of things to his blood, and Kyle didn’t feel the need to be in control of what happened next.

He just needed Eric to make it happen.