Sexy Shorts

by Kathryn Nolan

  “I thought about you often too,” he said. Our lips danced closer, and this time I thrust against him. Harder. His jaw clenched.

  And then Jeremy crashed into us, wild with laughter.

  3

  Levi

  After Jeremy ruined one of the most sensual moments of my entire life, the mood on the beach shifted. From quiet seduction to drunken hilarity, and before I knew it, we were out of the ocean and Diego was putting his clothes back on… which was not part of the plan.

  I growled in frustration as we walked toward the hotel bar, eyes snagging on the broad lines of Diego’s back. He’d thought of me. Which I’d hoped to hear, the many nights I dreamt of Diego. I used to entertain this specific fantasy: coming home to my lonely San Diego apartment and finding him there. Cooking in my kitchen, a wry grin on his face. A domestic moment. A sweet moment.

  A dirty moment—because in my fantasy, I’d walk in, and he’d tilt his head. Hide his sweet smile, replace it with a scowl. Snap his fingers, and I’d be on my knees, posturing before a king.

  I thought about Diego’s cock in my mouth so much I worried I’d developed a compulsion, and as he sat across from me in the bar, sipping his drink lazily, I wanted him to snap those fingers.

  Who knew, really? Maybe Diego wasn’t the aggressive, controlling lover I thought he’d be. In college, he was the Nice Guy. Charming, funny, kind-hearted. Quick to laugh. Five years later, and he was still that, but I sensed something hungry shifting beneath that façade. Something that would make me work for the privilege of his pleasure.

  “You okay?” Diego asked, startling me from my reverie. “You look distracted.”

  I shrugged, letting my eyes wander the bar for a moment. Snagging on a couple at the end, so clearly in wild, passionate love, I couldn’t help but look. The man was a giant, some kind of Viking from a past life, with long hair and a thick beard. His partner was pretty and inked, lavender-haired and laughing.

  “Look at those two,” I said, indicating the pair. They were laughing and sharing a drink, flirting easily. “They must be on a honeymoon or something.”

  Diego watched them for a second, grin on his face. “Maybe not. Maybe they’re just always that fucking in love with each other.”

  I chuckled. “Diego the romantic. Is the guy your type?”

  His eyes stayed on mine. “He’s handsome as hell. But I have a different type.”

  I swallowed roughly. “Interesting.” Our knees brushed together, and I leaned forward, letting my palm land high on Diego’s thigh. If anyone looked, we were just two friends, locked in intense conversation. “Back home, do you take a lot of men home from places like this?”

  He shook his head. “I don’t do the stranger thing. Never could. I’ve always had boyfriends.”

  A hot spike of jealousy—maybe I would end up being the dominating one after all. I didn’t like the idea of Diego dating, even as I knew that thought was ridiculous. I’d left the day after we graduated. He was free to do as he pleased.

  “But you didn’t… fancy any of them,” I said, remembering our conversation in the ocean. “Not even a little?”

  “Not even a little,” he said, widening his legs ever so slightly, causing my palm to slide up a half inch. I could feel his thigh flexing beneath my fingers. Another three, four inches, and I’d be able to wrap my fingers around the delicious length of him.

  “I’m sorry to hear that,” I lied, and he smirked, just a little.

  “Well, I have to say,” he started, laughing nervously. “I was always a little jealous of your boyfriends.”

  “Really?” I asked. “Why?”

  “You just… seemed so happy and in love. I always thought I’d find that, but it didn’t feel that way to me. Not passionate enough.”

  I nodded, fingers moving one more inch. “What kind of passion are you looking for?”

  4

  Diego

  My name was Diego Alvarez, and I was officially about to become the first person to ever orgasm from thigh-touching.

  Ever since Levi had rubbed his stiff, hard cock against me in the ocean, I’d been one nanosecond away from climax. For a number of reasons—most notably that it was becoming more and more obvious to me that the man I’d pined over for almost nine years might… might… might feel the same way about me.

  That and the fact that Levi was the sexiest man I knew and definitely the sexiest man in this heated, tropical bar right now. Linen shirt still unbuttoned, a naked chest that begged for my tongue, abs that rippled in a way I’d only ever seen on male models. All of that plus his sly grin and wandering fingers dancing up the side of my thigh.

  “What kind of passion are you looking for?” my former best friend asked me, and now the entirety of his palm lay inside my thigh. Squeezing. I felt every connection, every place his skin touched mine.

  “Oh, you know,” I said nervously, attempting to avoid his gaze and failing. This couldn’t be happening. This was like some fever dream I was trapped in, and any second I’d wake up to my dog licking my face.

  “Diego,” he pleaded with his dark brown eyes. “Tell me. Tell me what you want in a partner. Or a lover.”

  I fought fainting. Managed to stay upright. Levi’s palm slid higher, tips of his finger just grazing my cock. One stroke, and I would be coming in this bar, in front of everyone.

  And maybe that was what Levi wanted.

  “Excuse me for a second,” I said, standing upright and searching for a bathroom. Or a hallway. Or someplace I could get some air. “I just need… I’ll be right back.”

  Concern flashed across Levi’s face, but he didn’t press. “Um… okay,” he started to say slowly, but I turned on my heel, heading toward the back in hopes of finding some relief. It was too much, too soon—the thought that Levi might feel the same way I did. Because I didn’t really know where to go from here. I had no plan, just feelings.

  So many feelings.

  “Diego,” I heard Levi call behind me, but I was already yanking open a bathroom door. I waved him off, but instead he caught the door. Wrenched it open. Squeezed in behind me and slammed it shut.

  It was small, and we were pushed up against each other just like in the ocean. Except this time Levi had me boxed against the wall, both hands on either side of my head. He was breathing heavily, almost angrily, and when he thrust his erection against mine, I hissed out a breath.

  “What are you doing?” I panted because he was doing it again. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, and they hung by my sides in tight fists.

  “I’m pretty sure you know what I’m doing,” he growled, lips hovering over mine. “I feel like you spent all of college wanting to take me. And I spent all of college wanting to be taken. And now I’m here, and you won’t do a fucking thing about it.”

  “I didn’t know,” I said, desperate for his mouth. “I didn’t know, okay?”

  “Then you’re an idiot,” he said and then crushed his lips against mine.

  I had a switch. Or that’s how I thought of it. Deep inside me, and it was almost never tripped. Even with countless lovers, it tended to stay on the soft side. The easy-going, submissive side.

  It wasn’t a side of myself I explored often. Because really there was only one man I suspected would bring it out in me.

  Levi, of fucking course.

  His lips met mine, and in a second, I backed my best friend against the wall. Hard. Gripped his face and held his mouth hostage. Took Levi like he’d wanted to be taken. Owned him. Claimed him as my own. Tongues and teeth. Firm lips and low, masculine growls. I hooked his leg up and dry-fucked him roughly, grinding our cocks together until he was a panting, useless mess. Putty in my hands to play with as I pleased.

  “Oh God, oh God,” he groaned, and I sped up my motions. Fucked him as hard as I could, cocks rubbing, lips joined together. It felt like heaven and paradise and goddamn ecstasy all rolled into one. The two of us, stuck in this tiny bathroom, hands finally on each other.

 
; “That’s not the name I want to fucking hear,” I hissed, snapping my hips as Levi shuddered. “You know what I want.” He was close, I could tell—desperate, raspy moans tumbled from his lips. I slid down his zipper and grasped a cock as thick as I’d always imagined. Gave it two powerful strokes.

  “Diego, Diego, Diego,” he chanted, head back against the wall. Mindless now—so quick to please. So eager to come. And just when he was balancing on that edge, I stopped. Gave him a brutal kiss and pushed him to his knees.

  The sight of Levi, my love, my everything, on his knees like that? Well, it was almost too much for a man to take.

  Except for the way he looked up at me in that moment, flushed and sexy and handsome as sin.

  And then he fucking smiled.

  5

  Diego

  Levi. On his knees. Palming my straining cock as if it was the most beautiful experience in his entire fucking life.

  Was this real?

  “Am I dreaming?” I asked, briefly breaking the moment, my control. I honestly couldn’t tell. But Levi shook his head and kissed my palm sweetly as I stroked his hair.

  “No. You’re not dreaming, Diego,” he said. “I’m about to suck your cock until you drench my throat.” With deft fingers, he slipped out my cock. Stroked it—just once—and my eyes rolled back in my head. “This feels real, doesn’t it?” He leaned forward, sucking my balls into his hot, hungry mouth.

  “Fuck,” I said, a brutal word. “Fuck, that feels real.” Another suck, his groaning sounds, fingers dancing along my length. Then his mouth moved lower, my shorts yanked down, cheeks spread. Tongue licking and tasting along the tight ring.

  “What the actual fuck,” I hissed, fighting back to the ledge of my sanity to regain control. His fingers were still stroking, tongue searching, and I was reduced to just nerves and sensation.

  “Take your cock out,” I bit out as sternly as possible. Levi stopped, looking up at me obediently. Stripped off his shirt to reveal those delicious abs again. Slid out of his shorts and gripped his thick, bobbing cock. “Stroke it.”

  He did, letting out a strangled gasp, and then he took all of me to the back of his throat. I thread my fingers in his hair, holding him there.

  “I didn’t tell you to stop touching yourself,” I growled, and his fingers worked between his legs, the moans deep in the back of his throat vibrating through me. I loosened my fingers, and he took the cue, beginning to work me over with those full lips of his.

  “Such a dirty fucking mouth, Levi,” I said. “Who would have thought? You were always so good in college. So fucking nice.” He locked his eyes on mine and swirled his tongue expertly. My vision darkened at the edges. The walls pulsed with sound and music, lights flickering, but I only had eyes for Levi.

  “I want to see you come while I fuck your mouth,” I groaned, pushing him back slightly. Resting my hands against the wall for leverage. He tilted his head back, and I thrust my hips into his hot, wet mouth. Levi was stroking himself roughly, grunting around my skin as I slid between his lips. I wanted to fuck his mouth. I wanted to fuck him, thought about taking him on his hands and knees. How beautiful he’d be, the way he’d shudder and cry out as I fucked us into oblivion.

  “God I’ve thought about this for so long, you have no idea,” I said, laughing painfully as my hips moved. “Every night sometimes. It’s like a compulsion.” I was panting, and Levi was groaning, and then his finger slid between my ass and right inside of me. Pressed on that bundle of nerves so perfectly that fireworks exploded across my brain.

  “It’s too good,” I begged, giving up any semblance of power to my best friend on his knees. “You’re too amazing I can’t… I’m not sure I can hold out…” I was fucking his lips erratically now as the muscles of his stomach shook and strained. He was the man I’d loved since I was nineteen years old, and suddenly he felt too far away.

  “Up,” I said, stilling my movements. “Fucking stand up.”

  6

  Levi

  It’s like a compulsion.

  The five years I’d been apart from Diego had felt just like that—a presence in the back of my mind, half regret, half curiosity. What if I’d said something to Diego when he said he loved me the night before graduation? What if I’d kissed him in the back of the car when we were on our road trip? Would we be together now? Would my life be happier?

  What if. What if.

  “Fucking stand up,” Diego growled, yanking me from the most beautiful place I’d ever been: on my knees with every inch of his delicious cock between my lips. But then he wrapped his arms around me in a passionate kiss, a battle of tongues and teeth, a searing brand. Our cocks brushed against each other, and I shuddered in his embrace.

  “I want to be inside you more than anything in the world,” Diego said, wrapping his strong fingers around my length and tugging. My head tilted back.

  “Look at me,” he snapped. I did.

  “Do you understand that, Levi? More than anything. I’ve been dreaming of fucking you for five years, but I can’t—I won’t—just take you in this goddamn bathroom.”

  “Please,” I begged, grasping his shoulders. “I think we should.” I was so needy around him, a live-wire of want.

  “No sweetheart,” he said, lips on my jaw, my neck. “Not like this. Not our first time. But I need you to touch me.” Another jerk of his fingers. “Like this.”

  I moved quickly, grasping his cock and groaning into his mouth. “Come with me, Levi. I know you want to,” he rasped. I nodded, barely coherent. The rough sounds of his pleasure, the slick sounds of our moving fingers, our sloppy kisses—it wasn’t going to take long.

  His movements sped up, a blur of motion, one hand gripping my face. He conquered my mouth, even as I felt his body shake with exertion. We couldn’t stop kissing, couldn’t stop needing each other.

  “Oh fuck fuck fuck,” I panted, kissing him harder. Jerking him harder. I looked down at our cocks together, our palms, our fingers. Diego’s palm. Diego’s fingers. At the base of my spine, an orgasm threatened to destroy me.

  “I’m so fucking close,” I managed to grunt. Plead, really, and then was granted with Diego dropping gracefully to his knees and sucking my entire length to the back of his throat. One swirl of his tongue, and an orgasm rushed through me. I cried out, pumping between the wet paradise of his lips, and looked down to see Diego coming with his own fingers, groaning around me.

  Leaning back on his heels, head against the wall, he looked up at me, panting. Grinning. Wet lips and come on his fingers.

  “What the actual hell,” I managed to say before falling to my knees and pressing my lips to his. That same kiss from earlier, only deeper this time. Soulful and sweet, the lingering eroticism of our encounter in the taste of his tongue, the tiny sparks of awareness as his fingers caressed my throat.

  “Levi,” he asked, finally breaking away. “Is it okay that we didn’t fuck in here? I just… I don’t want you to think that I didn’t want it. Or you.”

  I grinned, smoothing his hair. “You made it pretty obvious how much you wanted me,” I said. “And yes.” I kissed his cheek, beneath his ear, breathing in the scent of his hair. “Plus, I’m curious what you had in mind for our first time.”

  “You and me. A hotel bed. A Do Not Disturb sign on the door. Maybe some champagne. A giant box of condoms and a Costco-sized bottle of lube.”

  I chuckled softly and pinned him with a gaze. “I’d like that.”

  There was a pounding on the door, shaking us from our reverie. And then Jeremy’s drunken voice: “I know the two of you are in there, and I hope to sweet fuck you are finally fucking because, dudes, I’ve been waiting for this for years—you were so fucking obvious in school—but, you know, I’m also so drunk I think I might die? And can you please help me? Please?”

  We both laughed, and I yanked open the door to see a horribly sick-looking Jeremy, lilting against the door. “You look like you fucked niiiiiiiiiiiiice,” he slurred, trying to
give me a high five and failing.

  “And you’re getting married tomorrow and are a complete goddamn wreck,” I said, pulling Diego up off the floor. “Good thing we’re here to get you sober.”

  7

  Diego

  Things I had done since Levi and I had put Jeremy to bed with Gatorade, Aspirin, and promises of greasy burgers in the morning:

  Not sleep. At all.

  Think about how I’d sucked Levi’s cock and it was better than five years’ worth of pining and fantasy.

  Not fucking sleep.

  And now the two of us were standing in tuxes as Jeremy paced, looking nervous and excited and slightly nauseous all at once.

  “You need another burger?” I asked, reaching out to steady him for a moment. But he only shook his head, flashing a grin.

  “I feel amazing, dudes,” he said. “I think getting married is the ultimate hangover cure. I’m serious. All the adrenaline. That and the fact that I’m so fucking in love with my future wife I can’t stand it.” He pulled the two of us in for a sudden hug. “And now the two of you are finally banging? God can this day get any better!”

  We were saved from further embarrassment when the photographer came to snap him up for a few extra photos, leaving Levi and me finally alone with about fifteen minutes left before the ceremony.

  “So uh… I guess we didn’t really hide it too well back in college, huh?” Levi asked, blushing a little in a way that made him alternately sexier and more adorable.

  “Guess not,” I agreed. “Come to think of it, I might have been almost black-out drunk, but was Jeremy in the room when I, um, when I…” Even with last night’s intimacy, I couldn’t seem to say the words “confessed my love to you” right here, right now, at a wedding and wearing tuxes with the sun shining and flowers blooming.