by Alex Miska
“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet. Now, turn around and lean against the wall,” he ordered, hands pushing at my hips. I complied, curious and more than a little turned on by his commanding tone. His hands spread my ass cheeks and I wondered if he was just peeking or wanted to watch while his finger…
“Oh my god!” My shout echoed throughout the small room. David drew back, so I pushed my ass back toward him to indicate that I definitely wanted him to keep going. His tongue returned to dance around my opening. The cool tile wall pressed against my cheek and I was lost in sensation. He lapped and teased and prodded and even hummed, his hands massaging my cheeks. There were no words to describe the sensation, and I was sure I’d be embarrassed by the barely-human sounds I made later but at that moment I couldn’t care less. When I got close, I tried to tell him, but all that came out was, “D- D- Da-”
David increased his assault while he reached around my body. With a few strokes of his hand, I painted the tiles in front of me. He stood and held me close while I collected myself. “Holy shit. David…”
I could feel his cock slide against my back and I arched back into him. He kissed my neck and slid up and down between my cheeks. I clenched them together rhythmically and reached up to tangle my fingers in his hair. Within a couple of minutes, his movements stuttered and he groaned against my back as warmth bathed my lower back. “Sorry,” he said. “That wasn’t… I just… hearing those sounds you made, watching you come…”
I turned in his arms and nipped at his lower lip. “Don’t apologize. I wanted to reciprocate but… that was incredibly hot, too. Maybe in the morning, we could…?”
Honestly, I could go again right now, but I didn’t want to pressure him. David lightly stroked my semi as he said, “Let’s dry off and see what happens.”
When Brooke concocted this cockamamie plan and even when Hunter participated (and practiced) so enthusiastically… well, I never imagined anything that had happened in this room. Not the cuddling this afternoon. Not the freakout. And definitely nothing that we’d just done in the shower. No, I had definitely not expected any of this to go down. No pun intended. (Okay, a little pun intended now that I thought about it.) I hurried to dry myself off so that I could be available to assist Hunter with anything he might need, but that amounted to drying his hair until he started to giggle.
Hunter grabbed a couple of dry towels before following me to the bedroom and I laid them on the bed while he rummaged around in his bag to retrieve two tubes and a box of condoms. “Could you… not decide what kind of lube to get?” I asked, still unsure that any flowers would be plucked tonight.
“No, this is something that’s supposed to make it easier, I think?” he said, as if it was something I should know.
I took the tube from him, asking, “Did Julian tell you to get this?”
“No… I read about it online and… whaaat?” Maybe throwing it across the room was a bit over the top, but thank god I looked at it first. “This won’t relax the muscles. All it will do is numb you to take away any pain,” I told him and he nodded. I sighed and explained that pain was the body’s way of telling you that something was wrong, and gave him the whole lecture on anal play being fun and not something to endure.
“Yes, Professor Kimball. I understand now. Can Boyfriend David come out and play, now?” Hunter asked with a cheeky smirk when I started to wind down.
“Sorry. The point is, I don’t want you to be in pain. We’ll go nice and slow, so everything we do will feel really, really, really good.” I slowly kissed a trail up his neck with each ‘really.’
Then I tackled him onto the bed and pinned him, hands above his head and body stretched out beneath mine. Being roughly the same height, every single part of our bodies lined up perfectly. He bit his lip and I kissed his nose, his forehead, his cheeks, before claiming his mouth and sucking on that lower lip. He moaned and arched against me. I slowly rocked against him, felt his member stiffen alongside my own growing erection.
“You’re mine tonight,” I murmured against his lips, my voice lower and fiercer than I’d ever heard it before. I didn’t know what tomorrow may hold, but tonight… I could still pretend this was real. I could almost believe it. I kissed along his jaw, stubble brushing my lips, nibbled his earlobe, kissed my way slowly down his neck.
“No fair,” he breathed, his arms lightly tugging against my hold. “It’s my turn. I need to taste you. To suck you. To drive you almost as insane as you’re driving me.”
“Mmm… you’ll get a chance… but I’m not done searching your body for tattoos,” I told him. Although I’d already seen him very naked, it wouldn’t hurt to double check.
“No tattoos,” he said apologetically. “I know, I look like the sort of guy who’d want one, but I could never decide on a science tattoo. I like the idea of something that looks like a steampunkily robotic part within my arm or leg, but that seemed disrespectful of the people I will actually be building devices for. And those kinds of tattoos are usually so big…”
“So I can’t keep looking?” I asked. “Maybe someone snuck into your room at night and doodled something behind your knee or between your toes. It wouldn’t hurt to check.”
“Please. Let me touch you. I don’t really know what I’m doing, but I promise I’m an enthusiastic learner,” he said.
I immediately released his wrists and rolled onto my side beside him. “All right. Touch me.”
The surprise on his face made me laugh. “Oh. Wow. Ummm… That was abrupt.” But he wasn’t off guard for long. He was up on his knees and leaning over me in a flash.
Hunter’s hands traveled down my torso, tracing muscles and curves, and his lips and tongue followed close behind. He paused and played with my nipples, and I moaned with each lick, nibble, and pinch. His hair trailed over my skin in a light, tickling caress.
And when he finally stilled over my groin, I could feel droplets of precum rolling down my throbbing shaft. I brushed the hair back so I could see his face, so I could watch as those full lips, bruised from my kisses, explored me further. He sucked one ball into his mouth, the wet heat enveloping me. When I didn’t think it could feel any better, he moved to the other. His tongue spiraled up my shaft, laved my head… teasing and intense as only Hunter could be.
“Mmm,” he said, peeking up at me from beneath his dark lashes. “I always wondered what you’d taste like. Ever since I saw you in my kitchen, droplets of water beaded on your shoulders, wearing a towel low on your hips… The things I’ve dreamed of doing with you. But first…” Hunter trailed off and, for a moment, he looked a bit shy before he surged up to kiss me on the mouth. Against my lips, he boldly said, “I’m ready now. I want… if you’re up for it, that is… I’d like you to fuck me.”
“But… you’ve never… Wouldn’t you prefer to top first?” I asked. He’d never done any ‘butt stuff,’ and he was used to being with women.
“No. I have no idea what I’m doing and I don’t want to hurt you,” he told me. “Please, I’ve thought about this a lot. It’s not a spur-of-the-moment decision.”
My hand was still in his hair and I pulled his head back to look him in the eyes. The low moan that erupted from my lips almost made me lose my train of thought. He whispered, “Just for future reference, I like it when you grab my hair like that.”
“Oh god, Hunny Buns,” I groaned. My cock twitched against our abs at the thought. I focused and met his eyes. There were no reservations lurking in those depths, just lustful anticipation and emotions I could only dream were real. “If you’re sure, I can top. But we’ll need to work up to it. And if your body isn’t as ready as you are, I’m going to stop. Okay?”
He rolled his eyes, but offered a resigned, “Okaaay. Where do you want me?”
I lay him down on his side, grabbed the lube, and set a condom within easy reach. I lay facing him and courted his lips, teasing, begging entrance. I palmed his cock in one hand, cupped his balls and felt the weigh
t of them and, with the other hand, applied light pressure as I trailed slick fingers back, skimming around his hole.
I traced circles around it, getting him used to my touch.
Hunter’s lips parted with a sigh against my own, as his outer muscle softened, allowing me entrance. My tongue danced lazily with his while I slowly pushed a single finger inward. I took my time working that one finger in and out before adding a second beside it. When I crooked my fingers and found his gland, he gasped and bucked against me.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god. Please do that again!” he begged. “No wonder– I’ve heard– Holy shit!”
I chuckled and complied. Alternately barely grazing around the little node and massaging it in earnest. I teased and prodded, sucked his cock then left him begging, bringing him close to the edge and backing off. When he begged for more, I added a third finger, then a fourth. Slowly stretching him and nearly coming several times myself just from the sounds Hunter made.
“David, I swear to god, if you don’t fuck me right the fuck now, I am going to fucking kill you!” he panted. I considered a moment — perhaps he was ready. Finally, I relented. He got to his knees while I donned the condom, slicked myself up, and then took in the sight of him presenting himself to me. Hunter’s firm, round ass in the air, hole quivering, hair disheveled. I rubbed his ass, his back, his shoulder… and slowly pushed against his entrance. When my head popped through the ring and his tight, hot body clenched around me, I had to pause to give him a moment to adjust and me a moment to pull myself back from the edge.
When we were both ready I slowly worked my way in, in short thrusts. We paused again once I was fully seated inside. I felt overwhelmingly protective of the man in my arms. It would be frightening if it didn’t feel so right. I kissed Hunter’s neck and murmured in his ear, “How you doing, Hun?”
He gasped, “If you keep stopping and checking on me, I’m gonna do horrible, unmentionable things to you, and possibly never fuck you again. I’m okay, I promise. Now please… just fuck me.”
I chuckled, deep and low, my voice nearly unrecognizable to my ears as I rasped, “As you wish.”
His body finally relaxed completely and we began to move, my hand tangled in his hair, tugging lightly. We whimpered and moaned, groaned and grunted, all to the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh. When I got close, I reached around to stroke his cock. He came with a shudder, his channel clenching around me. Within a couple more strokes, my vision sparked as I spilled myself inside him, crying his name before collapsing beside him.
“How’re you doing?” Hunter asked.
“Pretty darn good,” I said. The understatement of the year. “You?”
He hummed and I pulled him into my arms, holding him close as I buried my face in his hair and breathed him in… my senses filled with Hunter.
I awoke to the faint sound of music and the warm, comforting feeling of Hunter’s naked body in my arms. We had spent all night taking brief naps between kisses and touches and… well, essentially, it was a gloriously exhausting sexfest. Unfortunately, that music refused to go away. “R’you gonna get that?” I asked sleepily.
“Nope. Too comfy,” he mumbled and held me closer. “It’s somewhere on my left. Can you-”
“You want me to grope around until I find it?” I teased.
“I don’t think I’ve ever woken up naked in bed with someone without a little groping involved,” he said, as if we’d been able to keep our hands off of each other. My hand grazed along his side and he said, “I think it’s a little lower.”
I snickered. It was a lot lower. The phone was in his pants, which were lying on the suitcase at the foot of the bed. The music started playing again: ‘Black Magic Woman.’ Hunter buried his head in the pillow, so I searched for the phone and brought it to him. According to the screen, it was my cousin Brooke. My phone was still on Do Not Disturb mode, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she’d tried his phone first anyway. Hunter took the phone from me and put it on speakerphone.
“Well, if it isn’t the blushing bride!” he said with a startling amount of energy for someone who was lying limp as a rag. “Why are you calling at dawn? Didn’t your new husband let you get any sleep?”
“I could ask the same of you!” she sang, despite the fact that Hunter didn’t have a new husband and she was aware of our little fake-boyfriend arrangement, and she did not know that Hunter was into men. “And it’s not dawn. It’s nearly ten o’clock. Brunch is in less than an hour and I was wondering if you two will be attending?”
“We haven’t discussed it yet,” I told her. Hunter shrugged, still not picking his head up off the pillow.
“Well, your parents left already. I was hoping you’d be able to get all your much-needed shouting done, but-”
“You know my parents don’t shout,” I told her. I was equal parts disappointed that we wouldn’t be able to argue and relieved that I didn’t have to deal with them. “If they left, that’s message enough. They cut me out of their lives six years ago, Brooke. The fact that I’m on speaking terms with Tonya is miraculous enough, especially given the fact that I did my best to infuriate her with this crazy plan.”
“I can get up so we can go to brunch,” Hunter whispered.
“Alright. We’ll meet you downstairs in the restaurant at 10:30, cuz,” I told Brooke. She squealed in happiness and we signed off. Hunter, meanwhile, hadn’t moved a muscle since we’d woken up. I smacked his ass lightly.
“You can have the first shower,” he mumbled magnanimously into the pillow. “I don’t mind waiting.”
“And I thought you were a morning person!” I laughed on the way to the shower.
He lifted his head to glare at me and grumble, “No, I just pretend to be one when I have first shift at the bakery. That’s totally different.” Then his head fell onto the pillow like someone had flipped his power switch, and Hunter fell back asleep.
I took my shower slowly, memories of our time in here last night bouncing through my brain, and by the time I came out into the bedroom… Hunter was so fast asleep I had trouble waking him. If we’d had time, I might have used more pleasurable tactics, but he had fifteen minutes to shower and dress so I tickled him until he breathlessly begged me to stop. I packed up my overnight bag, our suits, and other odds and ends while Hunter raced through his ablutions and then stared at his bag as if it would dress him itself.
“I have nothing to wear!” he lamented. “Don’t raise your eyebrow at me! I have a bad boy outfit to make your family disapprove of me even more, and a blend-into-the-background outfit, but nothing… normal.”
I took a look at each outfit and had to laugh. Neither was him at all. One involved ripped, stained jeans, a death metal t-shirt, and some interesting leather accessories. The other was a starched, striped beige-and-white polo shirt and pleated khakis. Beneath all that, I found a chocolate brown t-shirt and a sexy pair of briefs.
“Is this what you’re wearing on the drive home?” I asked and he nodded. “Perfect. Wear that with the dark wash jeans you wore yesterday.”
“But you’re wearing a polo shirt and-”
“It’s casual. I always wear polo shirts but a lot of people will probably be in shorts. You can’t go wrong just being your usual sexy self,” I reassured him. I kind of liked that he cared what my family thought of him. Hunter rolled his eyes and took the shirt and briefs from me. The man was adorable and I wanted to drag him back to bed and cuddle the fuck out of him, but that would probably make us late. I would have requested late check-out, but I knew if we came back in here after brunch, we’d never leave. Somehow, I could imagine my aunt and uncle getting a little miffed if that extra night showed up on their account.
We opened the door to see one of the couples from our table at the wedding closing their own door. The guy winked and the woman smiled knowingly, but we talked politely about the wedding and the drives home… until the guy asked how we enjoyed the precious flower. Hunter hid h
is face against my shoulder with a little moan, but I somehow managed to say, “It’s in good hands.”
It was probably the coolest thing I’ve ever said. Unless he was talking about actual flowers, in which case it was a very strange comment, but he’ll probably think it was gay slang or something. The coolness factor was also diminished by the fact that I couldn’t meet their eyes. That killed conversation completely and we all walked to the front desk and checked out in relative silence. The front desk held onto Hunter’s and my bags, and I took Hunter’s hand and started strutting down that hall because yes, I was the one who made Hunter make all those noises that kept them awake last night, thank you very much.
“Easy there, stud,” Hunter murmured and bumped his shoulder against mine. “You look a little too happy to be attending a slightly-hostile family meal.”
“You’re right, of course. I’m looking smug and I should cut it out. Yes, I’m very happy to have you here with me. And I am relieved that my parents aren’t here to fight with and that I actually have a grandfather and sister who are talking to me. But the rest of the family…” Oh god, the rest of the family. I didn’t even want to think about all those unpleasant people in that room right down the hall. “Do you know what? Let’s forget about this. We can just go and say hello, hug Brooke, say goodbye to Grandpa, and find a diner somewhere…”
“David, breathe. We don’t have to go in there at all. Brooke and Grandpa and Tonya will all understand. I’m sure they’re just happy you came to the wedding,” Hunter said, taking me into his arms. Part of me wanted to sink into them. But a small horrible part of me wanted to tell him not to touch me, because hugging in front of them would just make things worse. But I had come so far since I was a scared teenager. I was out. I’d faced worse. I’d even danced with a man at Brooke’s wedding and the sky didn’t fall. I straightened and he was once again holding that herbal anti-anxiety spray. “Here, open your mouth.”
