by K. C. Wells
Then Zac broke it and pulled back. “Wait a minute. You distracted me.”
“I distracted you? Who asked to be kissed in the first place?”
“We’re not done talking yet. And this is the important bit,” Zac protested.
“More important than finding out we’re more than friends?” Chris teased. He knew what was coming, and he was glad of it.
Zac let out a quiet oh, and Chris suddenly had his arms full, warm lips against his, and a warm body pressed up to him. “Have I ever told you what a great kisser you are?” Zac murmured.
Chris chuckled. “The night we met. Now, let’s talk.”
With obvious reluctance, Zac sat back against the pillows. “So it’s official. We’re in a relationship.”
“Agreed.”
“An open relationship?”
Chris had to know. “Are you really okay with that?”
Zac stroked his chin. “Are you asking me if I want us to play with other guys, and if I want to see you getting fucked?” He grinned. “Hell yeah.”
“And if guys want to play with you, or you with them?” Zac smirked, and Chris gave him a speculative glance. “What just crossed your mind?”
“I was thinking about the noises you made when Nate was eating your ass. I think I need to see if he’s as good at it as I think he is.” Zac’s smirk gave way to a grin.
Chris laughed. Lightness stole over him, filling him, and for the first time in at least a month, he felt happier about their future. Because now they had one—together.
“So… we play with others, but only when we’re together,” he said.
Zac nodded. “Agreed.”
Chris stroked his cheek. “So you need never worry about me being with someone else while you’re not there,” he said in a low voice.
Zac’s smile reached his eyes. “Yeah.” He shifted closer, and Chris breathed him in, loving the way Zac’s scent stirred him. Their mouths met, and Chris let go, kissing Zac how he’d longed to kiss him for so long, murmuring against his lips how beautiful he was, how special. Zac’s soft oh and the way he deepened the kiss were oil on the troubled waters of Chris’s soul.
He’s mine.
“Do we need to go back to the party?” Zac said quietly, his face buried in Chris’s neck.
Chris pretended to consider the question. “We could… or we could stay here, and I could give you something to compare Nate’s skills with.” The thought of getting his tongue on Zac’s hole flooded his mouth with saliva, and his fingers ached to feel that soft, warm flesh as he parted those downy cheeks to reveal his prize. His heart pounded. This was new.
Oh my God. The look in Zac’s eyes, the delicious hitch in his breathing… “Won’t we be missed?”
Chris snorted. “Hell no.”
“In that case, I think I like the sound of that.”
“You’re sure?” Chris wasn’t going to make a move until he was certain this was what Zac wanted.
Zac slowly reached down to grasp the hem of his sweater, then leisurely pulled it up and over his head, revealing bare skin. Then he freed the button on his jeans, pushing them down over his hips, his knees, struggling a little near the end because they were so tight. Chris got in on the act, tugging them off, until Zac was naked on the bed, his dick as hard as it had been during the gangbang. He pulled slowly on his cock, his gaze locked on Chris.
“Does this look like I’m sure?”
Chris squirmed out of his clothing, tossing it aside on the rug beside the bed, then stood beside the bed, his own cock rising at the sight of Zac’s obvious arousal.
Zac grinned. “I’m guessing that’s a yes.”
Chris clambered onto the soft comforter. “Face down,” he instructed.
Zac’s eyes widened briefly, and then he flipped over onto his belly, tilting his ass, presenting it to Chris. “Ready.”
Chris crawled up Zac’s body, making sure to drag his heavy cock through Zac’s crease, eliciting a moan. He kissed Zac’s shoulders. “Has no one ever tongue-fucked this beautiful ass?” He reached down to grab one plump ass cheek and squeezed it.
Zac turned his head to the side, looking at him. “Uh-uh.” He caught his breath as Chris slid a single finger through his crack and rubbed over his hole. “That feels good,” he whispered. “But you’re not gonna—”
Chris stopped his words with a kiss. “I’m not stupid,” he murmured as he drew back. “Just because one important thing has changed between us, doesn’t mean you’ve suddenly developed a hankering to be fucked.” He chuckled. “My dick may be a lot of things, but magical isn’t one of them.”
Zac shuddered, and Chris knew instinctively he’d said the right thing. “Spread for me,” Chris whispered. “As wide as you can.”
“Oh fuck.” Zac spread his legs, and Chris got his first look at that tight little hole.
“That’s so pretty.” He languidly licked down from Zac’s tailbone, dragging his tongue over Zac’s pucker, and Zac shivered, his hole contracting. Chris did it again, and Zac moaned. “You like that.”
Zac contorted his body until he was staring right at Chris. “Did I say you could stop?”
“Oh, yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” Chris chuckled as he resumed his licking, a casual, leisurely trace of his tongue through Zac’s crease, pausing to circle the ring of tight muscle, then continuing on his way, down over his balls and right to the end of his dick, resting against Chris’s palm. Then he changed direction and licked his way back up, dragging over Zac’s ball sac and pausing yet again at his hole. Only this time, Zac rocked, his ass bobbing up and down, Chris’s tongue sliding over the ever-loosening pucker again and again.
That was the cue Chris needed. He grabbed Zac’s cheeks and pulled them apart, stretching his hole wide. Then he probed Zac’s entrance with his tongue. Circle, lick, push, circle, lick, push…
Zac reached back and grabbed his head. “Fuck, oh fuck, don’t fucking stop.”
Chris had no intention of stopping. The goal was to have Zac pulsing cum into Chris’s hand, before feeding it to him. He came to a dead stop, and Zac let out a growl such as Chris had never heard from his lips. Chris smacked his ass, the slap loud and sharp. “We’re not done. I just wanna try something new.”
“As long as it involves your tongue and my ass,” Zac flung back at him.
Chris laughed. “Never fear, Ass Boy. Yeah, that’s gonna be my new name for you. Ass Boy.” He lay diagonally across the bed, his head at the corner. “Now sit astride my chest, facing the headboard. Like you’re sitting on my face.”
Chris had never seen Zac move so fast.
“Like this?” Zac’s ass was right where Chris wanted it, his knees to the mattress, his feet bracketing Chris’s head.
“Perfect.” He pulled Zac’s cheeks apart and slowly licked over his hole.
Zac was having none of it. He began to rock back and forth, his breathing shallow and erratic, and Chris speared him with his tongue, pushing a little deeper each time, until Zac was writhing on his tongue. Zac shifted position until he was virtually sitting on Chris’s chest, Chris’s shoulders pinned beneath him, with Zac in constant motion.
My tongue is gonna hurt like a son of a bitch tomorrow. Not to mention my jaw.
Zac’s movements sped up, and tremors rippled through him. “Chris…”
“Come on me,” Chris demanded. “Come on, shoot all over me. Lemme feel it.”
Zac arched, and Chris caught his breath at the sight of Zac’s narrow waist, the curve of his spine as warmth spattered Chris’s torso, the sound of Zac’s soft cries that rebounded around the bedroom.
Then Zac moved, all sinews and toned flesh, and Chris had his arms full once again. “There’s something not right here,” Zac said breathlessly. “I’ve come twice tonight, and you haven’t come once.” And before Chris could suggest that Zac do something about that situation, Zac’s mouth was on his cock, swallowing him to the root.
“Holy fuck.” Chris shot like a geyser, and Zac took ever
y drop, until Chris was squirming with each suck of his overly sensitive dick. “Jesus.”
Zac pulled free of his cock and moved to lean over him, grinning. “I thought it was Ass Boy. But that’s okay. Jesus works too.” And then their lips met in a slow, sweet kiss, while Chris did his best to hold onto the pleasurable sensations coursing through his body. Zac lay on top of him, and Chris stroked his hands up and down Zac’s back.
Finally Zac raised his head and smiled. “I may not want your dick in my ass, but I’ll take your tongue any day.” He sighed happily. “So where next?”
“Are we talking geographically or metaphorically?” Chris inquired, blissed out from his orgasm. “Because right now I’m not even contemplating moving. Except to get into this bed. With you.”
Zac beamed. “That sounds great. But I guess I meant metaphorically. What’s next for us? Is this it? We’ve been there, done all that, bought the T-shirt and gotten ourselves into a relationship?”
Chris chuckled. “Trust me, we’re not done. Remember the night we met?”
“How could I forget?”
“I told you then you’re not totally vanilla. That you like your sex with a bit of kink.”
“And we’ve seen lots of it,” Zac commented.
Chris gave a slow nod. “Seen. Yes. Participated in, no. Maybe it’s time to take a step out of your comfort zone. We both know what your parameters are, and we won’t move beyond those. But there must be things you’d like to try.”
Zac caught his breath. “Simon mentioned a BDSM club. Could… could we go there?”
Chris really like that idea. “Oh, I think we can arrange that.”
Playing with Zac was one thing. Adding others into the equation created a completely different dynamic, and Chris couldn’t wait to see how it developed.
“My head is about to explode.”
“I gotta say, the name of this place worries me a little,” Zac joked as they stepped onto the main floor of the club. “The Rack? And how come you’ve waited until now to bring me here?”
“Because now you’re ready for it.” Chris told him. “That stuff you saw in the summer at Matt’s place? You’ll see all that here, and more. What I’m hoping is, you see something you want to try.”
“Seeing might be a little difficult,” Zac teased. The lighting was dim and the walls and floor were black. Here and there were spotlights, and the smell of sweat and sex filled the air. All around them were men of varying shapes and sizes, not that Zac could see any physical specifics, due to the insufficient light. Some wore leather, others jeans and a harness, and a lot of them were naked, but everyone wore boots. One glance at the floor was enough to work out why.
“How come I never knew this place existed?” Zac asked. “I mean, I’ve walked through the old Meatpacking District a hundred times, and I never even suspected what this was.”
“Make the most of it.”
“What do you mean?” Zac leaned closer to hear Chris above the music that pumped out of speakers all around them.
“Clubs like this are on the way out. You wait. Ten years from now when this whole neighborhood has been gentrified, the storefront entry to this place will contain one of those boutiques. You know the ones I mean, with ten dresses carefully spaced out on racks, and a bored sales lady working on commission ignoring customers. Only then the place will be called ‘Off the Rack.’”
Zac thought that sounded awful. “Then let’s enjoy it while it’s here.” He glanced down at his leather shorts. “Do I look okay?” Chris had bought them for him as a gift, and they were a tight fit. His dick was only half-hard and already it pushed against the zipper.
God help me if I get a hard-on.
“You look edible,” Chris said, his voice a little husky.
Zac beamed. “If this means you’re gonna eat my ass later, I’m all for that.”
Chris snorted. “Yeah, I thought you might be.” It was fast becoming Zac’s favorite activity when Chris stayed over. And that was something else he could really get used to.
“Chris!” a familiar voice called out. They turned, and Zac recognized Simon from the anniversary party the previous month. He wore a snug-fitting harness across his chest, and boots. Then Zac noticed the metal cock ring, tight around his shaft and balls.
Chris laughed. “Ready for action, I see.” He gestured to Zac. “You’ve met my partner, Zac.”
“Sure, at Matt’s—partner?” Simon’s face lit up. “Oh my God.” He gave Zac a warm smile. “You must be one exceptional guy.”
Zac didn’t have a clue how to respond to that.
Simon put his hand to his heart. “Does this mean you’re off the market? Damn.”
Chris snorted. “There you go, thinking with your little head as usual. No, it does not. We’re not exclusive, but we only play with others when we’re together.” When Simon rubbed his hands together gleefully, Chris laughed. “Down boy. Tonight is all about Zac. It’s his first visit here.” He put his arm around Zac’s shoulders.
“And are you here to look—or play?” Simon inquired.
Before Chris could speak for him, Zac blurted out, “Play.” Chris leaned in and kissed his neck, and Zac shivered.
“Want to take a look around the place first?” Simon grinned. “It may give you a few ideas what you want to try first.”
Zac nodded eagerly. In particular, he wanted to get a closer look at the far end of the floor, where there seemed to be a sort of platform or stage. “What’s going on over there?”
Chris chuckled. “Let’s go investigate.” He and Simon flanked Zac as they made their way across the floor, past men engaged in various acts of flogging, whipping, and a whole lotta fucking. When they got to the stage, Zac had to squeeze through to get a peek.
On the platform were three men, and two of them were naked. One was standing, getting a blowjob from another who was bent over. The third guy, who wore a harness, was spreading gloopy-looking stuff through Bent Guy’s crack. Then he slid two gloved fingers into Bent Guy’s ass.
The latex glove told Zac instantly what was about to happen.
Simon leaned in. “Is that something you might like?”
Zac shook his head so violently, he was surprised it didn’t come off. He watched as Glove Guy penetrated Bent Guy’s with four fingers, and all the while Bent Guy sucked off Standing Guy, moaning around his dick as Harness Guy stretched him out.
“Okay, I’ve seen enough. Show me something else.”
Simon laughed. “Okay, enough fisting. Do you already have an idea in mind?”
“I do,” Chris piped up. Zac jerked his head to stare at him, and Chris grinned. “Yes, I know it’s your choice, but there’s something I think you might really like.”
“And what’s that?”
Chris tugged him away from the stage, Simon coming with them. Chris pulled him in close, moving in to speak into his ear. “Ever had a prostate massage?” Zac caught his breath, and Chris chuckled. “Gonna take that as a no. And before you ask, it’ll be way better than your experiences with anal. If someone is just straight fucking you, the chance of their dick hitting the prostate is rare—unless they’re really aiming for it, to make it as pleasurable for you as possible.” He looked Zac in the eye. “Has that been your experience?”
Zac snorted. “Fuck no.” And now he wanted to know how it felt. He’d fingered himself, of course, but maybe it would feel different if someone else was doing it.
“And in the spirit of trying new things…” Chris grabbed Simon by the arm and tugged him closer. “Si, do you think you could manage to give Zac here a prostate massage while I hold him?”
Simon gave a wide smile. “Ooh, yeah.”
Chris lifted Zac’s chin with his fingers. “If that’s okay with you, of course.”
Zac took a deep breath, trying his best to get his racing heart to calm the fuck down, while the steady feed of thumping music throbbed through the floor, just loud enough to be able to hear the grunts and moans that filled
the air, accompanied by the odd thwack of leather meeting flesh, and the slap of skin against skin.
“You don’t have to do this,” Chris said quietly.
Zac swallowed. “But I want to.” The thought of Chris holding him and talking to him throughout the process went a long way to firming his resolve. “Let’s do it.”
“Over there.” Simon pointed to an unoccupied sling near the wall. “Chris, you stand behind it, and Zac, in you get.”
They followed him to the sling, and Chris held it steady while Zac climbed into it and lay on his back. Simon glanced down at Zac’s crotch. “Shorts off.”
Zac’s fingers trembled a little as he lowered the zipper, his cock springing free. He squirmed out of the tight garment, and Chris eased the shorts over his boots, removing them completely. He helped Zac insert his legs into the stirrups which hooked under his knees, his legs in the air. Zac grabbed the chains and held on, his heartbeat racing.
Chris leaned over, and his lips brushed against Zac’s ear. “Do you remember what to say if you want to stop?” he murmured.
Zac nodded. “Red.”
“Good boy.” The warm note in Chris’s voice sent a wave of calm through him.
“Zac?” Simon stroked Zac’s thigh. “Shift your ass forward a little.” Zac did as he was instructed. “There. Perfect.”
“Hey.” Zac turned his head, and Chris kissed him, a long, sensual kiss that said, ‘I’m right here,’ ‘You’ve got this’, and ‘I’m not going to let you go.’ Then Chris broke the kiss, and Zac faced Simon.
“Ready.” He took a couple of deep breaths, willing himself to be calm.
Simon stroked a single finger down Zac’s erect dick. “You have a beautiful cock.” He cupped Zac’s balls, then held his shaft firmly around its base. He reached for a bottle of clear liquid, which he opened one-handed and held over the head of Zac’s dick, letting the cool substance trickle down the shaft. It was less viscous than lube, with the consistency of an oil, and it felt great.
Simon played with the head of Zac’s cock, so lightly that it made him shiver. Then he held Zac’s balls while he leisurely stroked up and down Zac’s shaft.
