by D. J. Manly
He licked and nibbled at his nipple while fingering the other. Vincent reached for the snap on David’s jeans.
Impatient, David brushed Vincent’s hands aside and pulled off his jeans and underwear. He stepped over them and reached for Vincent’s hand, pulling him over to the bed. They fell there, David pulling Vincent on top of him, devouring his mouth as he wantonly ran his hands over Vincent’s hard, smooth flesh.
Vincent was hard as a rock. He rutted his hips into the mattress, grasping David’s wrists and pinning them up behind his head. He dragged his erection across David’s stomach, feeling David’s cock, now fully erect, leak precum onto his thigh.
David grabbed hold of the rungs in the headboard with both hands as Vincent moved up over him, licking a trail with his tongue, laving his nipples, reaching down and capturing his mouth with his, his tongue meeting the other man’s in a sensuous tango. Vincent straddled David’s shoulders, running his cock along his lips.
David licked his lips then moved the tip of his tongue around the head of Vincent’s cock. Vincent teased him for a moment, pulling back, dragging his cock over his chin, across his cheek. David moaned.
“I’m going to fuck that beautiful face of yours,” Vincent breathed, “then that beautiful ass is mine.” Unable to hold back any longer, he pressed David’s forehead back into the pillows and lowered his cock into his open mouth.
David’s fingers tightened around the headboard rungs. He murmured with pleasure as he enveloped Vincent’s cock in his mouth, taking it deeper until Vincent felt as if his cock was tightly enveloped in a velvet vise. The pressure David was putting on his shaft was absolutely delectable. This boy knew how to blow.
Vincent’s head fell back. “Ahhh,” he breathed, as he felt the muscles of David’s throat perform magic. “Oh God … baby … yeah … yeah…” he shouted, pulling back and pumping out his release. He pounded his fist into the mattress a few times and fell off David. He lay there, his chest heaving out of control. “Um, damn, damn.” He licked his lips, his body convulsing slightly.
David wasn’t finished with him. He began to kiss Vincent from his foot up to his thigh, licking the cum off his balls, and pressing his lips against the length of his shaft. He leaned over him and slowly circled his nipples with his tongue then joined his mouth deeply with his. “You have a beautiful cock, Vincent. I want it,” David whispered, looking down into his eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a man to fuck me as much as I want you right now. Vince, your name is like music to me. Fuck me. Fuck me long and hard, and then oh so slowly.”
All the time David talked, he stroked Vincent’s cock, bringing it back to life.
“Lube and condoms are beside the bed,” Vincent said, watching as he leaned over and took out the stuff.
David opened the lube and spread some on his hand. On his knees, he reached behind, lubricating himself. As he did, his erect cock did a seductive dance in front of Vincent’s eyes.
“You’re so hot,” Vincent whispered, reaching out and flicking his thumb over David’s left nipple.
“Um,” David encouraged, “do it. Play with my nipples and my cock while I use the lube. It’s such a turn-on. You’re such a turn-on, Vincent.”
Vincent rose to his knees, his gaze taking in David’s naked body moving sensuously in front of him. He pinched David’s nipples with both hands.
“Yeah, oh yeah. I like that. Do it some more. Make them really hard.”
Vincent played with them some more, reaching down occasionally to stroke David’s cock, which was already leaking precum.
“I’m so turned on,” David breathed.
So was he. He ripped the condom open and rolled it onto his cock.
David’s gaze was focused there. “So hard, so big, make it hurt good, baby.”
“Turn … around,” Vincent told him, his words now coming in intervals. “I want you now. I want to take you now.”
David smiled at him, turning around on the bed.
Vincent grabbed his hair and pulled him backward into his arms. He lifted David’s arms and put them up around his neck.
David moaned as Vincent went to work on his nipples, lowering his mouth to his neck, kissing him gently, rolling those hard tips between his fingers and thumbs. One hand moved over David’s belly as he fondled his erection, handled his balls. His cock slapped against David’s ass. “You have the greatest ass,” he groaned, his hands now opening his ass cheeks, two fingers flirting with his opening.
“Fuck me.” It came out almost like a scream, David’s ass crashing against his cock. “Vincent, please.”
Vincent chuckled softly, removing his fingers, fitting the head of his cock between David’s ass cheeks and pressing up inside of him. They both let out a gasp of pleasure at almost exactly the same time. Vincent ran his palms over David’s chest and brushed against his cock while moving in and out of his ass. At first he went in and out slowly, then speeded up after a few minutes, then willed himself to slow down again. He was entranced, held spellbound by the magic of being inside this beautiful man, mesmerized by the sounds coming from David’s chest, sounds he was evoking with the rhythm of his hips, the friction of his cock, the movement of his fingers over David’s flesh.
Vincent began to pace himself, regulate his breathing, prolonging the time when his cock would vibrate its orgasmic relay into David’s pulsing receptacle.
David cried out; Vincent stroked his cock, his fingers curved around his shaft. David’s milky cum streamed down between his fingers as Vincent pushed him onto his hands and knees. His breathing came hard; their bodies were slick with sweat. He couldn’t hold on any more; he clutched David’s hips and hammered his release into his ass.
They both collapsed onto the bed, Vincent on top of David, his lips moving gently against the other man’s shoulder. They lay there for the longest time, dozing maybe, losing total track of time. Vincent felt a peace he hadn’t known in a long time, a relaxing completeness which propelled him into a darkness where sleep seized him, and didn’t let go until the morning.
Chapter Three
When Vincent opened his eyes, David was holding his hand. The younger man lay beside him, his face turned toward him, looking at him with an expression which seemed almost innocent, pure. He smiled. “Good morning, gorgeous,” he said.
Vincent blinked. The sun was coming in the window. He couldn’t help but smile. “What time is it?”
“Only seven.”
Vincent withdrew his hand. He stretched, pausing suddenly when he noticed the way David was staring at him. “What?”
“What? You don’t see what I see. Damn it, Vincent, did you have to be the kind of man with the potential to rip my soul in two?”
“Don’t talk nonsense.” He got out of bed. “I think you should get dressed, take a shower if you want.”
“I need your underwear, really.” He laughed. “I’ve already had what’s in them.”
“You’re a real comedian.”
“Yep, I missed my calling. Let’s take a shower.” He got out of bed.
Vincent looked away from his nakedness. He was already halfway to hard.
David came up behind him and slipped his arms around his waist. “I love a man who wakes up like that. Let me take care of it for you.” His fingers moved over his shaft.
Vincent sucked in some breath. “David, I…” He was squeezing Vincent’s shaft now, feeling it as it expanded in his hand.
“David, you what?” David whispered, kissing his shoulder. “David, I want you. Say it.”
“This wasn’t a good idea.”
“Damn it, baby,” he sighed, his lips moving over his back, his hand now seriously stroking his dick, “it felt like the best damn idea I’ve ever had. Man, you can fuck. That was the best fuck I’ve ever had.”
Vincent squirmed in his arms, his cock betraying his best intentions. He moaned softly. “David,” he pleaded.
“Yes, baby”—he moved around to the front of Vincent’s body and
went to his knees—“I’ll fix it. I’ll make it all better.” Two hands captured his buttocks; a ready tongue licked around the head of his cock, jutting in and out of his slit, then David’s mouth opened wide and enveloped his cock. He met Vincent’s eyes as he sucked.
Vincent’s hand settled in his hair, pulling gently as he ejaculated into his mouth. “Ahhhh…yessssssssssssssss.”
David kissed up his thigh to his stomach, rose to his feet, and licked his nipple slowly. Vincent fondled David’s cock in return, then slid his mouth down his hairless chest to the base of his cock.
David let out a sigh of pleasure as Vincent sank to his knees and started licking his shaft. He petted his hair urgently as Vincent began to blow him. “I want you to fuck my ass in the shower. Oh God, Vince, I can’t wait to have you inside me again.” He pushed Vincent backward onto the floor. He spread Vincent’s thighs and began to go to work on getting him hard again.
Vincent’s hips rose to David’s mouth, his cock responding, stiffening, standing straight up within minutes. David reared back, wiping his lips on the back of his hand. “In the shower. I want your cock in the shower.”
Vincent got to his feet and followed him like a man possessed.
David stepped into the shower and started the spray, nice and warm. He grabbed a bar of soap and began to lather Vincent’s cock. Vincent moaned. David moved his slick hands over his nipples too, then reached around and inserted two slippery fingers up into Vincent’s ass. “Do you like to be fucked with my fingers?”
“Um, feels good.” He turned around and placed his palms on the tile.
“Spread your legs wide,” David instructed, leaning down and opening him with his tongue then inserting his fingers again. He moved them in and out. Vincent responded by moving his hips in time with David’s thrusting, his cock so hard it hurt.
“Beautiful,” David whispered, “so fucking erotic.”
Vincent turned and pulled David into his arms. He kissed him passionately, sliding his hands all over him, tormenting his cock, kissing his nipples.
“Now,” David urged, pulling away, water streaming over the hills and valleys of his delectable flesh. He turned around and jutted his ass out, leaning forward against the wall. “Fuck me, Vincent. Go, baby. I want you so much.”
Vincent groaned in response, seizing David’s hips and slamming into him, hard and fast, both of them heaving, breathing heavy, their bodies wet, hair plastered to their foreheads.
David whimpered, “Oh God, yeah,” as Vincent jerked him off violently, his own cock releasing its load like a dam suddenly breaking. They gravitated into each other’s arms, holding one another until the rush of orgasm eventually subsided.
Vincent pulled back first, rational thought beginning to invade his mind, warning him. Dammit, he’d sworn to himself this would never happen again. It hurt too damn much when it was over. He was through with love.
He reached for a towel, stepped out of the shower. “Go ahead,” he said, without looking at David, “I’ll go after you.” He didn’t wait for the answer. He walked back into the bedroom, and glanced in the full-length mirror. He saw a young man, serious beyond his years, still struggling with what was left of his broken heart. Doug’s leaving had left him feeling vulnerable, unloved, a failure. He’d loved him as best as he knew how, and yet Doug had left him for a guy he’d known for only a few months. And this thing with David; it was a mistake. Vincent couldn’t love like that again. He couldn’t take more heartache. Not to mention that David was once Andrew’s lover.
When David emerged from the shower, he looked as if he wanted to say something. Vincent brushed past him and headed into the bathroom. “Underwear is in the drawer, help yourself,” he called out. “I won’t be long. I’ll treat you to breakfast before we go to the office.”
David had left the shower running for him. He stepped under the spray and washed, shampooing his hair. When he shut off the shower, he noticed that David was in the bathroom, already half dressed. David held out a towel to him, feeling his jaw. “I can wait to shave, I guess.”
Vincent nodded, taking it from him and beginning to dry off.
David’s gaze followed the path of that towel. Vincent could feel that gaze, warm, penetrating. “You’re beautiful. If I didn’t tell you that last night, I meant to.”
“You did,” Vincent replied, “several times. Thanks. You’re pretty cute yourself.”
“But?” David said, looking at him intently.
“But?” Vincent laughed uncomfortably, skirting past him and going over to his bedroom closet.
“You want to say something?” David probed, watching him as he took down a pair of light khaki dress pants.
Vincent looked at him. “Not me. It seems that you do, though.”
David picked up his shirt.
Vincent shed the towel and pulled on underwear and his pants.
“I didn’t come here with any expectations last night,” David announced.
“Didn’t you?” Vincent regretted saying that as soon as the words came out of his mouth. It sounded resentful. David shrugged into his dark green shirt.
David responded with a mixture of hurt and anger. “No, I didn’t. What happened, happened, although I won’t be a hypocrite and say I hadn’t thought about it, wanted it.”
Vincent did up his shirt silently.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?”
Vincent sighed softly. “What do you want me to say?”
“Something, anything.”
Vincent looked at him. “Okay. I enjoyed it. It was great. But it can’t happen again.”
David looked away. After a few seconds, in a steady voice which sounded very controlled, he asked, “And why is that?”
“I had one love. It’s over now. It was tough to deal with his leaving me for another guy. I don’t want to go through that again.”
“So, no more sex for you?” David scoffed.
“I didn’t say that.”
“Okay, sex is in, but not with me.” Those words were ice-cold.
“David, I don’t want this to screw up our working relationship,” Vincent said, his voice sounding pleading. “And you know what? I think it already has.”
David looked at him now, his expression overly bright. “Hell, no. No worries. It’s okay. I get the message. You’re ready and willing to fuck anyone, except for me. This was a one-time thing. Let’s put it behind us, right?”
Vincent sighed. “I’ll get my car keys and we’ll get going. Where do you want to have breakfast?”
“Look, let’s skip it, okay? I’m not very hungry all of a sudden. I’ve got a lot of work to do today. Valentine’s is coming soon.”
* * * *
The days went quickly. Vincent buried himself in his work and avoided being alone with David. When Bradley showed up one afternoon, Vincent was sitting at his desk, lost in his thoughts. He hadn’t realized that Bradley had been standing there for almost five minutes.
Vincent looked up.
Bradley laughed. “A dollar for your thoughts.”
“Oh, they’re not worth that much.”
“So, what’s up?” Bradley asked, coming over and taking a seat on the other side of the desk. “I’ve haven’t heard from you in weeks. You missed the poker game at Carl’s house.”
“I know. Work, and more work. Sorry. I meant to call you. How long you been standing there anyway?”
He laughed. “A few minutes. You didn’t tell me you hired a new planner.”
“Yeah. His name is David.”
“You didn’t tell me he had a killer ass either.”
“Yeah, well, a little tough to work that into a conversation, especially since I haven’t seen you to tell you I even hired him.”
“I’ve been busy too, buried under legal documents. Look, my friend, I came by to tell you that Doug is back.”
“Back? Back where?”
“In town. He and Andrew have broken up.” He raised an eyebrow.
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p; Vincent didn’t say anything.
“What? No gloating?”
“Did you see him?”
“He came to my office this morning, whining, with his tail between his legs. I almost slugged him one. Apparently”—Bradley threw his hands up in the air—“he’s come to his senses. He’s going to beg you to take him back. He says he still loves you. And, he wants to buy back his share of Events. He says he sold it under duress.”
Vincent was in shock.
“He came to ask me if he had any recourse. I want you to know that everything is legal. This place is yours. He signed the agreement, accepted the deal. I told him as much. Don’t let him try and—”
Vincent held up his hand. “I’ll handle it.”
Suddenly David appeared in the door. He glanced at Bradley. “Oh, excuse me. I thought you were alone. Vincent, when you’re not busy, we need to talk. We have a problem.”
“Okay,” Vincent said. “I won’t be long.”
“So,” Bradley mused, getting up and walking over to the door. He glanced appreciatively after David as he walked off down the hall. “Damn,” he said, grinning. “Don’t tell me that is not distracting.”
“Bradley, focus. What were you saying?”
“Please tell me you got to taste that?”
Vincent gave him a look.
“What? If you don’t want him, I’ll take him.”
“Never mind,” Vincent said.
“Ah, possessive, eh? So, he is yours?”
“He’s my employee.”
“Introduce me.”
“He’s not for you.”
“How come?”
“What about Andrew?” He stood. “You said they broke up. Is Andrew back as well?”
“I assume so.”
“I have to warn David.”
“Warn David?”
“David is Andrew’s ex.”
“What?”
“It’s a long story.”
“Oh my God. Do you want to do dinner tonight? You can tell me all the sordid details.”
“Maybe. I’ll call you at six, let you know if I can get away.” He walked Bradley to the door, trying to quell his one hundred questions, then went in search of David.
