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kitchen counter until he saw dancing little gingerbread men.
    When Pitney closed the distance, Rafael’s smile was so open and full of joy that he felt his anxiety vanish like eggnog at his uncle’s Christmas parties.
    Stopping right in front of his date, he rose to his tiptoes and kissed Rafael’s smooth cheek. The man’s natural scent and cologne hit Pitney’s nostrils and he couldn’t hold back a little moan.
    Rafael let out a deep, rumbling sound, like a purr, and wrapped an arm around Pitney’s waist. He liked being so close to this man, the press of his hard body against his own, the play of muscles under his hands, as well as their combined scents.
    “Thanks for coming. Come on in, it’s freezing cold today.” Rafael’s whispered words fanned across his skin before the man brushed a kiss to Pitney’s neck. He shivered, though not from the cold, but could only agree. Even though he was huddled in his jacket, scarf and beanie, the December air had a sharp bite to it.
    When Rafael led him into the house and helped him peel out of his clothes, the style surprised him. For someone who probably had money, Rafael liked to live the cozy life. Where Pitney had expected chrome, leather, and unrecognizable expensive art, he found a shaggy rug covering the scratched hardwood floor in the living room, and comfy looking, cream sofas with plush cushions. A low coffee table that looked like the cleaned and smoothed root of a tree stood in the middle. Cool.
    Attached to the living room was an open, modern kitchen in green hues. A dining table rested in front of the counter separating both areas.
    “Take a seat if you like,” Rafael offered, motioning toward the table. “Can I get you something to drink?”
    Unsure of how to respond, Pitney took another look around to buy some time. His host paused at the kitchen counter and gave him one of those tender smiles that turned Pitney’s knees to jelly. Pitney dragged one hand through his tangled curls and returned the smile.
    “A tea would be wonderful, thank you. Herbal, if you have it.”
    “Of course, herbal is my favorite. Did you have a good day at work? Or should I say a good morning? You had the early shift at the warehouse, right?”
    Pitney had told Rafael last night that he worked as an order picker at a warehouse for a few hours a week. It surprised him the man remembered that fact though and even asked about his day. Was he for real? Why the fuck was he still single? Come to think of it...
    “It was okay.” Pitney watched the muscles of Rafael’s back and arms flex while he stretched and bent, preparing the tea. “Are you single?” Pitney blurted and felt his excessively freckled face blush immediately. Rafael stopped on his way to the sink, kettle poised, and stared at him with wide eyes. Unable to look at the man any longer, Pitney hid his face behind his hands and groaned. “Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply you’d ask me out on a date while being in a relationship already. It’s just... you’re so great! I don’t understand why you’re single.”
    Pitney lowered his hands and nervously pressed his fists together in front of his thin chest, waiting for Rafael’s reaction. Instead of getting angry or annoyed with Pitney’s stammering, Rafael smiled widely.
    “I’m single. You’re right, though. I’d never date men if I were in a relationship with someone else. To answer your other question, I’m single because I haven’t found the right man till now.”
    Pitney longed to ask what being the right man for Rafael entailed, but didn’t have the guts to do so. Damn shyness! It always got in the way whenever Pitney wanted to have some fun. He was sure Rafael’s hard, big body could deliver hours of fun.
    The man’s next words dragged Pitney’s filthy mind out of the gutter, but couldn’t keep his cock from perking up. On the other hand, he was twenty-one. Only an icy cold shower would be able to keep him from perking up.
    Rafael placed a