by Elia Winters
Lori sized him up: the sparkle in his eyes, his close proximity, the way his hand burned hot through her jeans. “Oh, I’d hate to leave without saying goodbye.”
This might not be what he meant, but what the hell. She leaned toward him, cupping the side of his face, and kissed him on the mouth. Geoff’s hand tightened on her leg, and he parted his lips, kissing her back with deliberate focus that immediately returned her to the previous weekend. Next to them, Patrick sucked in a breath, the noise beautiful in Lori’s ear. She released Geoff and then leaned across his lap to kiss Patrick as well. His lips turned up in a smile against hers, and he kissed her back, sweet and light and perfect.
Lori sat back on her heels, lips tingling. “Okay. Goodbye.”
11
Patrick watched Lori walk away, heading back to her car, her ass shifting side to side in those tight jeans. Next to him, Geoff watched as well. Patrick nudged him. “I see that.”
Geoff returned his smile. They sat next to each other on the grass, and Geoff leaned back on his hands to stare up at the sky. Patrick followed his gaze. Even with the streetlight glowing near them, the stars shone crisp through the darkness. The park had long since been abandoned, and they should probably leave too. Gigs ramped up Patrick’s adrenaline, though, and he certainly wasn’t going to fall asleep anytime soon. Maybe they could stay a little longer.
“I saw you dancing together.” Patrick traced the long line of Geoff’s back with his palm. “You looked good.” He’d lost his rhythm once at the sight of them twirling together, both laughing in what seemed like sheer joy.
“She’s a good dancer. It was fun.”
“I liked watching.”
Geoff laughed softly. “Apparently.”
Patrick leaned over to kiss him. He tasted like ice cream, sweet and rich, and what started as a gentle, affectionate kiss grew into something more intense as Geoff opened his mouth and tangled their tongues together. Geoff’s fingers slid into his hair. Something desperate and needy came through in his kisses, the possessive way he gripped Patrick’s hair, the aggressive press of his mouth. Geoff was an assertive kisser, but this was harder, rougher, sharper. Patrick let Geoff overpower him, pushing him onto his back until he was lying flush on the ground with Geoff half on top of him. Blades of grass tickled Patrick’s ear as Geoff devoured his mouth.
When his hand slid down to Patrick’s cock, though, Patrick broke away. “Hey, easy.” He caught his breath, pushing Geoff gently up away from him. “We’re in the park, Geoff.”
Geoff seemed to come to that realization at the same time, his eyebrows going up as he glanced around. He sat up and brushed a few strands of grass off his sleeve while Patrick got his bearings. As Patrick composed himself—except for his partial erection, which was not going away anytime soon—Geoff got to his feet all in one fast motion. “We should get home.”
Patrick was still dazed from the kisses, first Lori and now Geoff, from the energy crackling between them. “Or we could slip into those trees back there.” He gestured to the dark line of thicker forest at the back border of the park.
Geoff gave him a tight smile, stepping into his space. “I’m not interested in getting caught by the cops with my mouth on my husband’s cock, thank you.”
“Fuck.” The mental image did not help Patrick’s persistent arousal. “Yeah. Let’s get home.”
As soon as they got to the car, though, Geoff was on him again. Geoff leaned across to the passenger seat and kissed him hard, one hand dangerously high up on Patrick’s thigh. Patrick inhaled sharply, and Geoff bit his lower lip, teeth holding him close by a tender bit of skin that sent sharp pangs of arousal through his body. Geoff released Patrick’s mouth as he cupped Patrick’s dick through his jeans.
“Jesus.” Patrick threw his head back against the headrest, going from half-hard to fully erect in a few brief heartbeats. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Not Jesus.” Geoff grinned. “I guess I’m just in a mood.” He leaned in for another bruising kiss. Geoff’s bedroom assertiveness didn’t usually extend to PDA. Not that an abandoned parking garage at midnight really counted as “public” for a public display of affection, and the possessive way he gripped Patrick’s erection wasn’t “affection” as much as “staking claim.” He released Patrick enough to pop the buttons on his button-fly jeans with one sharp yank, and Patrick’s cock bobbed against the fabric of his boxers before Geoff slipped one hot hand through the opening and found his length.
The car was already warm, and they were going to steam up the windows if this continued, but Patrick was not going to ask him to stop. Fuck, he was already worked up, and this steady grip on his erection pushed all the buttons inside him begging for more.
But then, just as suddenly as he had started, Geoff pulled his hand away. Patrick opened his eyes to his husband still incredibly close, his deep brown eyes intently focused on Patrick’s face.
“Touch yourself on the drive home.” Geoff’s tone did not invite argument, even if Patrick had wanted to argue, which he did not. “But don’t get too close. I just want you to stay interested.”
“I’m interested,” Patrick said through a tight throat, fumbling into his seat belt as Geoff slid back to the driver’s side to buckle up and start the car.
Geoff paused, key in the ignition, and looked pointedly over at Patrick. “Well?”
His face suddenly warm, Patrick began to lightly stroke his cock. Geoff could always do this, shift the power dynamic in ways that stole Patrick’s breath and made him achingly hard. Thank god for machine-operated parking garages and the emptiness of Mapleton after midnight.
They sat in silence as Geoff drove home. Patrick couldn’t stop his heavy breathing as he touched himself, the chance of being seen a turn-on he hadn’t expected. Already, his dick was leaking, and he rubbed the slickness across the head with his thumb. Patrick didn’t want to get too turned on, or this drive was going to be torture, but the effort not to get turned on was turning him on. Whatever fucking catch-22 of arousal this was had him all messed up in a way that scrambled his brain.
Instead of going the direct way home, Geoff turned down a side street to make it an even longer trip. The roads were deserted at this hour, but now their ten-minute drive had turned into twenty, and Patrick might explode. Geoff wasn’t immune either. His cock was a hard line against his tight jeans, and he had to be suffering as much as Patrick was. That gave Patrick an idea. He slipped the shoulder strap of his seat belt behind him.
With his free hand, he reached across the center console and unfastened Geoff’s zipper. It took some deft fingering, and Geoff glanced down briefly. “What are you doing?” There was an added edge to his voice, ragged with arousal.
Patrick eased Geoff’s cock through the fly of his jeans. “Don’t crash the car.” And then he leaned across the console and took Geoff’s cock in his mouth.
“Fuck!” Geoff swore loudly, hips twitching. “Patrick—Patrick, this is unsafe—”
“Only if you crash.” He sucked the tip, pretty much all he could reach, his other hand still working his own erection. “Don’t crash.”
Geoff’s hand left the steering wheel to tangle in Patrick’s hair. “You’d better be—ohh—stroking yourself.”
Patrick made an affirmative noise, mouth currently full. His efforts on Geoff’s cock were making it easier to ignore his own mounting desire to come, his balls already tight against his body. Geoff tasted like salt from sweat, and he smelled like sex, and Patrick wanted to rip his clothes off right now and climb on top of that fantastic cock. But they were driving, and home was too far away.
Geoff’s groan sounded strangled, and he tugged at Patrick’s hair. “Fuck, Patrick, you’ve—you’ve gotta stop—”
Patrick could do what Geoff always did to him, make him wait, take him to the edge and hold him there, but he had some mercy and let Geoff’s cock slide out of his mouth. Geoff was breathing heavily, cock glistening and pulsing with his heartbeat. He gave Pa
trick a quick, indignant glare and then pulled his T-shirt down over his erection. “You’re gonna pay for that.”
“You like it.”
Geoff smiled despite what seemed to be an effort not to, turning his attention back to the road. “Stroke faster, you whore.”
Patrick kept his touch light, and the knowledge that now Geoff was as needy as he was helped ease the desperation pulsing in his veins. What had gotten into both of them tonight? Geoff was driving as fast as he safely could through these back roads, both hands gripping the steering wheel, his mouth set in a thin line. This had to be Lori’s doing, charging them both up like some kind of sex battery and then leaving them to fend for themselves.
Patrick’s balls ached by the time they got home. They both dressed themselves in the parking lot, tucking everything away and zipping their pants. Back in the elevator, though, as soon as Geoff swiped their key card and the doors slid shut, Patrick slammed him up against the wall for a kiss. He was stronger than Geoff, although not by much, and they were usually physically well-matched. Geoff grabbed him by the lapels of his button-down and kissed back, giving as good as he got.
“You want me?” Patrick breathed against his mouth.
“Yeah. I want you.” Geoff gripped Patrick’s hair, enough to pull, and Patrick growled in response. Geoff knew how much he loved having his hair pulled. The doors slid open, and Geoff shoved Patrick out into their condo, catching him off-balance. He stumbled, and Geoff was there, pushing him backward until they both toppled onto the sofa. Geoff’s eyes flashed, and Patrick would be a little bit scared if he weren’t already so fucking turned on.
Geoff pinned Patrick down by the length of his body, and their cocks rubbed together through the stiff fabric of their jeans. They needed to be naked now, and Patrick pulled at Geoff’s shirt and then his own. Geoff took the hint, and they both stripped down as fast as possible before falling together on the couch again. Their cocks slotted together between their sandwiched bodies. This felt urgent, wildly urgent, maybe because Patrick had been touching himself for what seemed like ages now without any sign of relief.
“I like you like this,” Geoff said, fast and a little breathless. “Desperate for me.”
“I’m desperate?” Patrick ground up against him, pressing their hips together, watching Geoff’s breath catch. “We both are.”
“Sure. Maybe.” Geoff pulled Patrick’s hair again, lying full on top of him, rutting against him like he just couldn’t resist. “But you’re a cock slut and you know it.”
The words went right to Patrick’s erection, and he bucked up in response, trying to catch his breath and find his words. “Seeing Lori—get you all worked up?”
Geoff stilled, drawing back, his eyes narrowing. “What?”
“Lori.” Patrick reached between them, wrapping his fist around both their cocks and making Geoff groan. “You get turned on, dancing with her tonight?”
“I just— I’m with you. Now.” Geoff pressed their mouths together again. Patrick didn’t have much room in this position, but he managed to stroke them roughly, using the pressure of their bodies as much as the grip of his hand. Patrick pulled back to breathe, their mouths only inches apart.
“I know. But do you think about her? Here with us. Now.”
Geoff licked his lips, their mouths so close that his tongue brushed Patrick’s lips. “Again?”
“Yeah. Again. Don’t you want her?”
Geoff hesitated. His hips were still moving, thrusting into Patrick’s fist, like he couldn’t control it. “Fuck. I don’t know. Yes.” He dropped his head to Patrick’s shoulder. “I want you.”
“You want us both?”
“I want you…to shut up.” He leaned up to free one hand and pressed it over Patrick’s mouth, his eyes flashing. “And get to the bedroom.”
That look in Geoff’s eyes was dangerous and hot, and Patrick knew when he was pushing Geoff too much, so he wasted no time at all getting out from under him on the couch. He went to gather their clothes, only for Geoff’s voice—amused, now—to stop him. “Leave the clothes. They can wait.”
Geoff got him on the bed in no time, stretched out on his back, cock lying flat on his belly and dying for release. Patrick couldn’t resist stroking himself, even though it would just make his need worse. Every stroke felt so damn good. Geoff climbed onto the bed with him and pulled his hands away. “Hands above your head. Cross your wrists. Keep them there.”
Patrick was not about to resist being told what to do in bed, and he obeyed, crossing one hand over the other. This definitely pinged some kind of exposure kink as Geoff ran his hands down Patrick’s body, settling around his cock for a few light strokes. Then he grabbed the lube off the nightstand and drizzled it liberally over Patrick’s erection, the cool liquid stinging his hot skin. In that position, Geoff straddled his thighs and lined up their cocks to wrap his fist around them both like Patrick had done on the couch. But he had leverage and lube and a merciless grip and oh, Patrick throbbed in his touch.
“You like that?” Geoff said, voice sounding tight. “Don’t you move those hands. We do this at my pace. Understood?”
“Fuck, yes, whatever you want.” Patrick groaned, rocking his hips into the touch. With his arms above his head, he didn’t have as much leverage, and that added to this sense of helplessness that left him dizzy with arousal.
“Look at you.” Geoff’s tone was filled with awe. “If I’d known you liked this so much, I’d have tied you to the bed years ago.”
“Ah, shit.” Patrick laughed, because his cock gave a hard twitch at the thought. “Never thought I’d be into that.”
“Surprises.” Geoff’s demeanor had softened since they left the other room. “Like me with Lori.”
Patrick lifted his head. Was he really bringing Lori up, unprovoked? Geoff seemed to try it out. “Maybe we could both tie you to the bed and have our way with you,” Geoff teased. “Let her see how desperate you are.”
The heavy, thick pleasure of climax was building fast inside Patrick’s body, his balls hard and tight, his cock pulsing with every heartbeat, and that mental image nearly sent him over the edge. He whimpered—he couldn’t deny it was a whimper—imagining being helpless for Geoff and Lori together. Geoff was stroking them harder now, faster, hand whipping across their lengths. Patrick closed his eyes. He wasn’t going to last; his climax was already building, only a few strokes from the point of no return. He tried to hold back, but he couldn’t, muscles tensing until the pleasure exploded outward and he came. His cock twitched and jerked, emptying all over his own stomach and Geoff’s fist, and Geoff kept stroking. God, he didn’t stop, chasing his climax, the pleasure for Patrick too sharp and raw and bordering on pain. Geoff milked every drop out of him, past the point where he thought he could no longer come, his body still twitching and spasming as finally, Geoff groaned in his own release.
Patrick remembered that he could move his arms. He took them down, his shoulders twinging from how tightly he’d pressed his wrists into the bed, and tried to relax. Holy shit. Geoff flopped onto his back beside him, shaking and trying to catch his breath.
When Patrick could find his voice again, he touched Geoff’s shoulder. “Hey.”
Geoff looked over, tiredness in his heavy eyelids and lazy smile. “Hi.”
Patrick looked down at his come-covered body. “I’m a mess.”
Geoff laughed, putting one arm over his forehead. “We’re both a mess.”
Patrick gestured to the bathroom. “Shower?”
“Shower.”
They were halfway through washing themselves and each other before Geoff cleared his throat. “So. Uh.” He looked up from the tile floor to find Patrick’s eyes. “You been thinking about Lori?”
There were a lot of ways he could respond to that, but Patrick wasn’t about to play games, and Geoff deserved to know where he stood. “Yeah. I like her. I’d like to see her again. Either as a friend, or…”
“A friend with benefi
ts?” Geoff supplied.
That was really what they were talking about, wasn’t it? “Yeah. But it’s not…crucial. If you don’t want to invite her to bed again, I’m fine with that. No matter what, though, I think I’d like to keep getting to know her.”
Geoff looked over to the side, to the tile wall, frowning in thought. “I might want to sleep with her again. With you.” He met Patrick’s gaze again. “I still don’t know how to feel about that.”
“It’s okay.” If only he could make Geoff feel the same confidence he felt. Sex didn’t have to mean anything more than sex. “It’s just sex. You and me?” He gestured between the two of them. “We’re fine. We’re solid. Bringing someone else to bed doesn’t affect anything you and I do together.”
Geoff didn’t look convinced, but after a pause, he nodded. “Okay.” He tried out a smile. “Okay. Maybe we can just keep seeing her without making it about sex and see where things lead.”
“That’s great.” Patrick grabbed the handheld showerhead to rinse them both off. “Don’t worry. It’s gonna be fine.”
12
“Ahh, damn, it’s good to be here.” Lori turned a full circle near the big clock in the middle of Grand Central terminal, taking in the details: the metallic library smell, the sweeping constellation mural on the ceiling, the mix of old and new fixtures announcing train times and track numbers.
Hannah walked up beside her, glancing around at the space. “Nothing like New York, huh?”
“Like no place on earth.” Lori wrapped both hands around her backpack straps, anchoring herself. No matter how long since her last visit, something here always felt like home, her spirit recognizing some intangible element of the city and yearning for more. “You mind if we get a car? I don’t feel like dealing with the trains right now.”
Hannah brushed a strand of hair back behind her ear. She’d tied her hair up, but a few bits had come loose. “You’re the expert here. Point the way.”
