“Indulge me.” Michael’s words are drawn out and provoking. James swallows and makes eye contact, licking his lips slightly. He feels his cock jump involuntarily at the thought of carpet burn on his elbows, being face down in the floor as Michael takes him hard from behind.
“Yeah…” he breathes. “It was good.”
Something hangs in the air between them, and James forces himself to come back to Earth before he lets Michael say anything else. He knows something has changed between them now, and they can’t go back, but he won’t let it be so. He’s going home to his wife, and whether Michael likes it or not, he’s putting this behind him. “I should go.”
Michael doesn’t respond. He runs his hand up James’ leg until his fingers brush his hip.
James tenses. “Michael, don’t.” He stares at the other man, batting his hand away.
“If this is it, can’t we just…”
“Just what? No, we can’t.”
Michael looks dejected, hanging his head slightly and frowning. He glances up at James, hesitating before he speaks again. “Can I get a last kiss? Just one. Don’t say anything, just yes or no.”