Purple Method

by Victoria Milne

“Where are we going?” Max let himself be led across the cool hall floor.

  “To the showers.”

  “Are you going to blow me in there?”

  “If you’re lucky.”

  Max laughed.

  THE NEXT morning Max opened his eyes, and it took him a second to remember where he was. He smiled at the memory of the night before and rolled over to look at Rick. He was still sleeping.

  Snuggling deeper under the comforter, Max took a moment to study Rick. The bruise over his eye had turned a nasty shade of purple, his typically immaculate hair was scruffy against the pale blue pillow, and blond stubble a shade darker than his hair was beginning to show through. Max reached out to stroke Rick’s jaw, and he stirred at the touch.

  “Morning,” Max said.

  “Morning.” Rick smiled at him.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Like I’ve been hit by a truck.”

  “What?”

  Rick laughed. “Don’t worry. That’s normal the day after a fight. I got up earlier and took some painkillers, so it’s not too bad at the moment. It’s the second day that’s usually the worst.”

  “You’ve been awake already?”

  “Yeah. I don’t normally sleep this late, but we didn’t go to sleep until after two, was it?”

  “Yeah.” It had been an early night for him. And it was kind of a novelty to be waking up without a hangover. His greatest fear had been that he wouldn’t be good enough at this to satisfy Rick, but he’d made Rick come three times last night, and each time he’d gained a little confidence—in some things at least. He’d feel more relaxed once he’d tried everything. He wasn’t used to being out of his depth when it came to sex, and it was unsettling.

  “Any regrets?” Rick asked.

  “About?”

  “Last night.”

  Max grinned. “No. You?”

  “Definitely not.”

  “Good.”

  “How are you feeling?”

  Max grabbed Rick’s hand under the comforter and placed it on his morning wood.

  “Mm, I was hoping you were going to say that.” Rick shuffled closer until their bodies were touching. Max kissed him, chaste at first, but then deepening it as they thrust together, his need growing.

  “Actually,” Max said. “I do have one regret about last night.”

  “What’s that?” Rick pulled back, looking alarmed.

  It was reassuring to know Max wasn’t the only one who wanted to make sure this went well. “That I didn’t get to taste you.”

  “I’m sure we can fix that right now.” Rick kissed him and waggled his eyebrows. “How do you want me?”

  Max sat up, his back slumped against the wall, and pulled Rick up onto his knees so he was straddling him.

  “How does this work for you?”

  Rick reached for the wall behind them, placing one hand on it and the other on his straining cock as he guided it toward Max’s mouth. “I’ve got no complaints.”

  Oh hell yeah, this was what Max had been waiting for. He wetted his lips, and his nerves kicked in all over again. He knew how good this could feel. But what if he wasn’t able to recreate that for Rick? He tried to recall all the things that had felt incredible on him… the things Rick had done to him last night that had blown his mind.

  The soft head of Rick’s cock pressed at Max’s lips; his mouth watered and he opened wide, allowing Rick’s rigid length to slide along his tongue. The weight of it felt so right as it filled his mouth. He groaned and moved his head forward to take more, then eased back and coiled his tongue around the head. God, he tasted good. A salty drop of precome exploded on his tongue, and Max bobbed back and forth, concentrating on keeping his teeth out of the way as Rick thrust into him. Rick stiffened even more, quickly pulling out with a gasp after Max took him to the very back of his throat. It had almost choked him, but he didn’t care.

  “Too much?” Max asked with a smirk, his confidence building. He was doing something right. Rick’s eyes were black and his breaths heavy.

  “You sure you haven’t done this before?”

  Max kissed him and reached down to ease the tension in his own cock. “I got a few pointers last night.” Rick laughed. “Do you want to come in my mouth?”

  “Seriously?”

  Max’s voice was husky as he replied, “Yeah.” Fuck. He longed to watch Rick come undone as he fucked his mouth.

  He opened wide as Rick guided his cock back into his mouth, and took everything he gave him as Rick rocked his hips. Blowing him was turning him on almost as much as receiving it had last night. He jerked himself as Rick’s movements became more ragged.

  “I’m gonna—”

  Rick’s cock stiffened and Max’s eyes widened as Rick’s release filled his mouth faster than he could swallow it—and it kept on coming. His eyes watered, and he began to choke. Rick quickly withdrew, and come dribbled from Max’s mouth.

  “Fuck,” Max said as his choking fit subsided, and wiped his chin. Rick was rubbing his back.

  “You okay?” Rick asked and kissed his cheek.

  “Shit. There was tons of it.”

  Rick laughed. “Yup. It gets easier. Promise.”

  Max froze. Had Rick enjoyed it? He’d been so caught up trying not to choke to death that he’d forgotten all about trying to make it good for Rick. “Was it good enough? For you, just now, I mean.”

  “Hey, look at me. You made me come, didn’t you?” Rick put his hand on Max’s jaw and made him look him in the eyes. “I’m glad I got to be your first.” He pressed a kiss to Max’s ear and whispered, “It was perfect.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. How are you doing? Do you want me to finish you off?”

  The moment had kind of been lost, and Max’s erection was flagging. He was about to say no when Rick closed his lips around him. It took seconds for Max’s arousal to return. He groaned and thrust up into Rick’s mouth, and soon he was coming. Damn, Rick was good at that. Max stared at him through hazy eyes. Rick hadn’t spilled a drop. He had to learn how to do that. And he was sure Rick wouldn’t mind him practicing.

  “How about some coffee?” Rick asked. “I wasn’t sure what you’d want for breakfast. I’ve got some cereal, but that’s about it.”

  “That sounds great. As long as you’re not cooking again.”

  “Mm, funny.” Rick gently swatted his head, but Max was too blissed out to care.

  “What have you got planned for today?” Rick asked him as they sat on the mattress, eating their cereal.

  “Trying out some new basting recipes.”

  “Some what?”

  “Basting recipes. For the whole-hog competition at the jamboree in a couple of weeks. I’m entering with Sian.”

  “Oh wow. You’re entering that?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I got that you’re good at cooking, but I didn’t realize you took it that seriously.”

  “It’s just a bit of fun.” Max laughed. “Okay, maybe I do want to win as well.”

  “I think it’s great that you’re doing something like that. My dad used to do barbecues all the time. Never a whole hog, though.”

  “How about you? What are you doing today?” Max asked.

  “Putting ice on my eye and trying not to hobble about too much when I teach later.”

  “You’re teaching later? Straight after a fight?”

  “Yeah. I’ll get them sparring, though, so I can rest my body. One of my black belts can take the warmup. It’ll be good practice for them.”

  “Speaking of your fight last night.” Max took a sip of coffee. “We need to have serious words about your walkout music.”

  “You don’t like it?”

  Max pulled a face. “Are you kidding? It’s such an obvious choice that it’s cheesy as hell.”

  Rick leaned across and nudged him. “You think you can come up with something better for me?”

  “Definitely. Let me think on it.”

  A
WEEK later, Max parked outside Rick’s dojo in the ambulance. He was unloading the small amplifier, guitar, and duffel bag when Rick came out to meet him.

  “Morning,” Rick said.

  “Hey,” Max said and yawned. He still hadn’t got used to being up this early, but it was the only way he could get to see Rick without anyone knowing. Rick didn’t tend to have classes in the mornings, and all Max’s friends were sleeping, so it was the perfect time to slip out unnoticed. The problem was that all this lack of sleep was catching up with him. “I finished your walkout music, if you wanna hear it? I’ve recorded it, but I brought the guitar so we can play around with some riffs if you want anything changed.”

  “That’d be awesome. Thanks.” Rick took the bag and the guitar from him, and Max locked the ambulance. “We should do your MMA lesson first, though.”

  Max scowled. Rick had been insistent that Max have a lesson each time they spent time together. “Can’t we skip it today? You’ve already taught me, like, a hundred ways to kill someone with my bare hands.”

  They walked to the dojo, and Rick held the door open for him. “I’ve taught you three ways to defend yourself so you can get away if you were ever attacked. Don’t you feel better armed with this knowledge?”

  “I guess.”

  “Well, it makes me feel better knowing you could protect yourself.”

  “Fine, we’ll do the ninja lesson first.” Max sighed and dumped the amplifier on the floor near the mattress that Rick hid in the changing room whenever Max wasn’t there. “What time are you teaching today? How long do we have?”

  “Art has a lesson at one. We’re going to work on his guard now that his bruises have gone down. So that gives us three hours.”

  “Great. I brought some food for later too.” Max threw himself down on the mattress and closed his eyes.

  Rick grabbed his hand and tried to pull him up, but Max groaned. “You’ve worn me out.”

  Chuckling, Rick climbed on top of him and kissed him. That was more like it. Max kissed him back, trying to deepen the kiss, but Rick took advantage of him being distracted and hauled him to his feet. Max stood there, glaring at Rick. “Can’t believe you’d rather do ninja shit than me.”

  Rick ducked his head and kissed Max again, then slid his arms around Max’s waist. “We’ve got plenty of time for that later. Come on. This is important.” He dragged Max toward the blue mats laid out near the heavy bags. “I thought we’d do a silat move today.”

  “A sil-what?”

  “Pencak silat. It’s a particularly nasty form of fighting. Great for self-defense.”

  “What do you need me to do?” Max asked.

  “Stand behind me and grab me around the waist.”

  Suddenly the ninja lesson wasn’t looking so terrible. Max did as he was told and then thrust against him.

  “Hey, stop it!” Rick said, but he was laughing. “Stop trying to distract me. This is a serious lesson.”

  “Is it working?” Max asked, sliding his hands down to Rick’s semihard cock. “Yup, definitely working.”

  Rick grabbed Max’s hands and placed them firmly around his middle. “The quicker we get done with this, the more time we’ll have later for that.”

  That was true. “You have my undivided attention, Sensei.”

  “Shut up,” Rick grumbled. “Okay, so if someone grabs you around the middle and you need to escape, this is what you need to do. First, scrape your boot down the front of their leg from below their knee, and then stomp on their foot. They’ll flinch from the surprise ’cause it hurts. A lot. When they flinch, make a fist with your right hand and hit them as hard as you can on the back of their hand below their first two fingers. If you need to, do this twice. Their hand will open, and with your right hand you grab the first two fingers of their left hand, and then you step around to your left and push against the back of their left arm, just above their elbow. They’ll end up on the ground. Once they’re on the ground, that’s when you run away. Got it?”

  “Show me?” As always, that was a lot to take in until he tried it for himself.

  Rick demonstrated, slowly at first, and then he did it faster. That was when it fucking hurt once he was on the floor. It felt as though his arm was going to snap. Max tapped the ground as quickly as he could, and Rick released him.

  “Ready to give it a try?”

  “Sure. That’s a good one.” Max rubbed his arm as he got up.

  When Rick grabbed Max around his middle, Max couldn’t resist pushing his ass backward into him. “Concentrate,” Rick whispered into his ear, sending shivers down Max’s neck.

  “That’s not helping.”

  “First slide your boot down my shin….” Max followed Rick’s instructions, and soon he’d gotten the hang of it and was able to do it quite fast. Rick seemed pleased with him. After he’d learned that one, they practiced the others he’d been taught.

  “Four ninja moves,” Max said, grinning as he flopped on the mattress. “How many do I have to do until I get a badge?”

  Rick lay on the mattress next to him and turned his head to stare at Max. “You want to do the gradings? I thought you weren’t interested in all that.”

  “Hell no! I was kidding. Seriously, though, how many more ninja moves are you gonna be teaching me?”

  “As many as you want. There’re thousands of them.” And then he whispered, “We could keep on going forever.”

  Max rolled on his side to face him, and they stared at each other for a long moment. His nerves were tingling with anticipation. What was Rick saying exactly? Were they still talking about the martial arts?

  They lay there in silence, the possibilities in Rick’s words sending light shivers of happiness through Max’s body.

  Rick stared at him and tucked a strand of hair behind Max’s ear, his fingers lingering. “Do you feel ready for me to fuck you?”

  “Oh, hell yeah.” Max’s tone was light and teasing to mask the emotions still rushing through him. “I thought you’d never ask.” He needed time to process Rick’s words. What if he hadn’t meant them the way Max desperately wanted to take them?

  Max climbed on top of him and kissed him deep and hard while he rid Rick of his T-shirt and then removed his own. He ran his hands over the taut muscles of Rick’s chest as he sat up, looking down at Rick as he asked, “How do you want me?”

  “On your front? Or you can ride me if you want? That might be easier for your first time. You’ll get to control it that way.”

  “I’ll go on my front.” Getting to control it sounded good in theory, but he wanted to totally lose himself in the sensations, and that meant trusting Rick to take care of him. And he did. Completely. Max unzipped his boots and shoved down his pants, watching as Rick did the same. Rick was hard, and Max swallowed as he watched him jack himself a couple of times, making himself even bigger—if that was possible. Was this a good idea? Would he be able to take all that? He guessed there was no turning back now. He’d heard and seen how good it could feel, and right now he hoped the guys in the porn he’d watched hadn’t been faking. But what if they had been? Oh God.

  “Relax.” Rick moved behind Max on the bed and trailed kisses down his spine. “I’ve got you.”

  When he reached the base, he kept on going, and Max groaned at the warm, wet caress of his tongue between his asscheeks as Rick gently probed his hole. That felt incredible. Nobody had ever done that to him before. How could something so simple feel so fucking amazing? When Rick reached his balls, Max arched up to meet him, and Rick took one of them into his mouth, and then the other. Max slowly stroked himself, wanting to make this last.

  He couldn’t wait until he knew what he was doing with all this. It was kind of terrifying, and he hoped Rick didn’t expect too much from him this first time. Max blew out a breath to steady his nerves. Maybe if he did something he was getting better at he’d feel more relaxed. “Want me to suck you for a bit?”

  “Sure.” Rick grinned at him. “Definitely won�
�t say no to that.”

  Rick lay back, and Max shuffled down the mattress and took him into his mouth, enjoying the now-familiar feel of Rick sliding to the back of his throat. He moaned as salty precome coated his tongue, savoring the taste, and forced Rick even farther into his mouth. Fuck, that felt good.

  “Hey.” Rick’s voice was husky, and Max glanced up at him. “I thought you wanted me to fuck you? That’s not gonna happen if you carry on like that… especially if you do that thing you did last time.”

  Max smiled. He was doing something right, then. That was good to know. He cupped his lips around Rick’s tip and sucked harder, holding the base and jacking him in time with the motions of his mouth.

  Rick suddenly groaned and shoved Max’s hand until he popped out of his mouth.

  “Hey!” Max said. “I was enjoying that.”

  Rick narrowed his eyes at him with a smirk and rapped him on the nose with his cock. “So was I. Too much. Don’t give me that innocent look. You knew exactly what you were doing.” He leaned up and kissed Max before pushing him over onto his back and looking down at him. “We don’t have to do this today if you don’t want to.”

  “No.” Max took a shaky breath and nodded. “I want to get it over with.”

  “How romantic.” Rick laughed and kissed him thoroughly until Max almost forgot all his fears. “Ready now?” Rick whispered.

  “Ready.” Max hoped his voice was convincing. Turning onto his front on his hands and knees, he tried to relax as best he could. He knew this was gonna fucking hurt, and he hoped it was worth all the pain.

  He heard the click of the lube bottle and then felt the warm slide of Rick’s fingers at the entrance to his hole. “Let me know if you want me to stop. I’m gonna go slow, though, okay?”

  Max grunted, trying to ignore his trembling legs, and arched up even more as Rick’s fingers slid inside him. He was used to the sensation, having done this to himself many times before, especially since seeing how big Rick was. There was no way he was going to chance being too tight to take him. He hoped he’d prepared himself enough.

  “You feel so good,” Rick said as he kissed the back of Max’s neck, his cock pressing against Max’s thigh and leaking precome.