by Rachel Reid
Fabian wriggled his ass against Ryan’s erection. “I noticed.” He bent down whispered into Ryan’s ear. “Does he want to come out to play?”
Ryan huffed out a laugh. “I think so.”
“Good. Because I know someone who is dying to meet him.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
Fabian winked, then slid down Ryan’s body so he could open the button on his jeans. “Tell me if you want to stop. Anytime, okay?”
“Okay. Keep going.”
Fabian slowly pulled Ryan’s zipper down and peeled open the fly of his jeans to frame the mouth-watering bulge in his briefs. Keeping eye contact with Ryan the whole time, Fabian placed his palm on it. “Fuck, you’re huge. Can I take it out?”
“Yeah. It’s weird, though,” Ryan warned.
“Weird?” Okay, now Fabian had to see it. He carefully pulled the waistband of Ryan’s underwear down to his thighs, and Ryan’s cock thudded against his stomach, huge and solid.
There was absolutely nothing, as far as Fabian could tell, weird about it. It was a beast for sure, long and thick and uncut. The head was an angry red, and his balls were fucking huge, but none of that was anything that Fabian would call weird. Glorious was a better word.
“Yeah,” Ryan sighed. “Like I said—”
“No! I love him!” To prove it, Fabian dipped his head and kissed the underside of his shaft. “There are so many things I want to do to you.”
“You don’t have to—”
Fabian held up a hand. “Ryan. I am talking to my new friend. Shush.”
Ryan laughed, which made Fabian feel a little bit proud. “Sorry. Continue.”
“How about we take these pants all the way off?” Fabian suggested.
“Yep. Here. I’ll do it. They’re tight.”
Fabian moved off of him so Ryan could sit up to remove his jeans, underwear, and socks. He could tell, when Ryan was fully naked, that he was starting to feel uncomfortable again. His hands flexed against his duvet, and he couldn’t make eye contact with Fabian.
“Would you mind if I joined you?” Fabian asked. “I’m a little worried about ripping these pants, to be honest. The situation is getting dire.”
“Sorry. Yeah. Please.”
Fabian stood and wriggled out of the rest of his clothing. His rigid cock sprang eagerly out of his underwear the second he began to remove them. He gave it a couple of strokes as a reward for being so patient.
“Oh wow. Can I do that? For you, I mean?” Ryan asked.
“Absolutely.” Fabian stood between Ryan’s spread thighs and braced himself with one hand on Ryan’s muscular shoulder. He plunged the fingers of his other hand into Ryan’s hair.
Ryan’s hand was dry, but it was so fucking big and warm. Fabian moaned at the contact, and moaned more when Ryan stroked him. God, he’d wanted this. Exactly this: Ryan Price naked with his hand on Fabian’s cock. It was perfect.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Ryan murmured. “I love your body.”
Fabian could only whimper happily in response. He’d meant it when he’d told Ryan that he loved attention. He was addicted to adoration and praise. He’d quit all social media recently, because he’d been addicted to seeing how many likes each of his posts received. Now his label managed his Instagram account for him.
He rarely received the adoration he craved from the men he hooked up with. Not like this. Not like the wonder he saw now in Ryan’s eyes, or the reverent way he touched him.
Fabian’s toes curled against the fancy carpet in Ryan’s bedroom when Ryan teased his slit with the pad of his thumb. Then Ryan leaned in and licked his nipple piercing, and Fabian nearly lost it.
“Fuck! Fuck. Stop. Just for a second, stop.”
Ryan released him immediately and looked at him with concern. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” He laughed. “I wasn’t kidding earlier. About my little problem.”
Ryan’s expression was puzzled, and then he understood. “It’s not a problem. I’d like to make you come now. Can I?”
Fabian nodded, his head foggy with lust. “Okay. Yeah. Do it. Then we can take our time.”
Ryan wrapped his fingers around him again, and Fabian’s cock twitched excitedly. This wouldn’t take long at all. Ryan’s other hand gently cupped and caressed Fabian’s balls as he stroked this time, and Fabian’s eyes rolled back.
“Fuck. Yes. Like that. Just like that. I’m going to—”
As usual, his orgasm detonated before he’d managed to stammer out a warning. But he couldn’t be mad about it. Holy fuck, it felt good.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw that his release had landed on Ryan’s chest, and was clinging to his chest hair.
“Oops,” he said.
Ryan’s mouth hung open in an expression of pure astonishment.
“I did tell you—” Fabian started, but Ryan cut him off.
“Your face was so beautiful when you did that. Holy god.”
Fabian half crawled, half slumped into Ryan’s lap. “Thank you.” He rested his head on Ryan’s shoulder and closed his eyes. Ryan began stroking his hair, and Fabian was suddenly dangerously comfortable.
“You’re sleepy,” Ryan observed.
“Nope,” Fabian murmured, but he ruined his argument by yawning.
Ryan chuckled, then wrapped his arms tight around him and stood, carrying Fabian like a child and resting him gently on the bed with his head on a pillow. “It’s three in the morning. We can call it a night.”
“But I was going to show you my trick,” Fabian protested. The pillow was a perfect balance of soft and firm. He closed his eyes again.
“It can wait. I’ll be right back.”
Distantly, Fabian heard Ryan in the bathroom, running water and presumably washing the spunk out of his chest hair. Probably brushing his teeth. Maybe dunking his erection in cold water. A stab of guilt made Fabian open his eyes.
“What about you?” he asked when Ryan returned from the bathroom with a damp cloth.
“What do you mean?” Ryan gently wiped the warm cloth over Fabian’s torso, which had gotten sticky when he’d pressed himself against Ryan’s messy chest.
“I mean you got me off and I didn’t even try to get you off.” He noticed, as Ryan stood and tossed the cloth in a laundry hamper, that the other man’s erection had flagged almost completely.
“It’s fine. I’m probably way too tired anyway.” Ryan opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a clean pair of underwear. “Like I said, even at the best of times it’s a chore.”
“Not a chore,” Fabian argued, but it came out as one garbled word as he closed his eyes again.
Ryan got into bed beside him, and Fabian immediately scooted over to be the little spoon. “You’re so warm,” he murmured happily.
Ryan kissed the top of his head. “Good night. And thank you.”
“Anytime.” Fabian’s last thought before he drifted off was that he knew he meant it.
Chapter Seventeen
Waking up with his arms full of Fabian was every bit as wonderful as Ryan had always imagined it would be.
Ryan woke first, and spent a long time lying as still as possible, breathing in Fabian’s scent. He didn’t want to disturb him, because he was worried that, when Fabian woke and realized where he was, it would all be over. Fabian was relaxed about sex and basic human interaction in a way Ryan never could be. He knew last night hadn’t meant as much to Fabian as it did to him. He had been a curiosity to Fabian; one that the other man had been intrigued by for a long time, sure, but Ryan was sure that the itch had been scratched and Fabian would be moving on.
Finally, when he could no longer resist, he nuzzled Fabian’s hair, then kissed his temple. Fabian squirmed in his arms and sighed. Ryan could see his lips curl up into a drowsy smile. “This bed rules.”
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nbsp; Ryan didn’t think he’d ever fully appreciated how great his bed was until last night. He’d slept better than he had in ages. He tightened his arm around Fabian, pulling him closer.
“You ever gonna let me go?” Fabian teased.
“Nope.”
Fabian giggled. “I have to pee!”
With an exaggerated sigh, Ryan released him, and Fabian slipped out from under the covers. He was still naked, and looked stunning in the morning light that poured from the windows Ryan had forgotten to draw the curtains on. He scurried off to the bathroom, and a minute later he yelped, “Shit! My makeup!”
He poked his head out of the bathroom, and Ryan could see how badly his makeup had smeared.
“I don’t suppose you have any makeup remover? Preferably sulfate-free?”
Ryan laughed. “No. Sorry.”
“Well, just a facial cleanser then. Something gentle.”
“There’s a bar of soap in the shower.”
Fabian blinked at him. “I’m sorry. You wash your face with what now?”
“Soap. Why?”
He thought Fabian muttered something like “This is a nightmare” as he retreated into the bathroom. A moment later, Ryan heard the sink faucet running. It seemed to take a long time, but eventually Fabian emerged from the bathroom, his face free of makeup and his bangs damp. He darted to the bed, his dick swinging as he ran, which made Ryan laugh.
“Cold!” Fabian complained as he burrowed under the covers and snuggled back up to Ryan. “I can’t believe I fell asleep with makeup on. God, my skin is going to be a disaster.”
Ryan rolled him over so they were face-to-face. “Looks good to me.” He loved how Fabian looked in makeup, but he was also a big fan of this version of the man: undecorated and boyish looking, even at thirty-one years old.
“What’s on your schedule today?” Fabian asked.
“Nothing.”
“I have to work at four. At the drugstore.”
“But you’re free until then?”
Fabian smiled. “I’m all yours.”
God, if only. But for right now, he was. He was in Ryan’s arms, in Ryan’s bed, so Ryan kissed him. He realized, after they’d started, that he hadn’t brushed his teeth yet. Fabian tasted like he’d maybe borrowed some of Ryan’s toothpaste for a quick rinse. He broke the kiss. “Sorry. I must be disgusting.”
“Hardly.”
“I’m going to take a shower. I don’t know if you’re wanting to, you know, do sex stuff. But I can’t unless I clean up a bit.”
Fabian kissed his cheek. “You’d better clean up then, because I would very much like to do sex stuff.”
Ryan liked the sound of that, and Ryan’s dick really liked the sound of that. It was nice to be on the same page for once.
“I could use a rinse myself,” Fabian said casually. “I noticed your shower is pretty big. Probably enough room for two, even.”
“I take up a lot of space.”
“I’m sure I could fit myself in somewhere.”
Ryan flushed. Fabian was so effortlessly sexy. How did he do it? Ryan’s best attempt at dirty talk was stammering out suggestions of “sex stuff.”
Ryan got the shower started, then took a moment to brush his teeth before joining Fabian under the spray. He had been enthralled by Fabian’s body before, but seeing him wet, with water streaming down the smooth, lean lines of his body, was something else. It was so captivating that Ryan didn’t have the spare brain power to be self-conscious about his own body.
“If you’re not too busy,” Fabian said, with a smile that implied that he was very aware of how much Ryan was enjoying the view, “would you mind passing me the shampoo?”
“Oh. Sure.”
Fabian frowned at the bottle of Head & Shoulders that Ryan handed him. With a heavy sigh, he squeezed some out and gave the bottle back to Ryan.
“Can I?” Ryan asked, his hands hovering above Fabian’s scalp. It was possible that Fabian had a very specific lathering method, but Ryan hoped his love of having his hair played with would win out.
Fabian nodded and closed his eyes. Ryan dug his fingers in, trying to massage Fabian’s scalp as much as clean his hair. Fabian turned and leaned back against Ryan’s chest.
“God, that feels incredible,” he moaned. “Your hands are so strong.”
It felt good to be using his strong hands to care for someone, for a change. He still wasn’t sure how he’d gotten lucky enough to have Fabian like this, but he was going to milk it for all it was worth.
He watched as Fabian rinsed the suds out of his hair, and was embarrassed by how quickly his dick reacted. Fabian’s cock had chubbed up a little since they’d gotten in the shower, but Ryan was at full mast.
“Your turn,” Fabian said and slipped past him so Ryan could take his place under the spray. “I would offer to return the favor, but I’m afraid I can’t quite reach.”
“It’s okay.” Ryan grabbed the shampoo. He quickly lathered and rinsed, and when he opened his eyes, he found Fabian kneeling in front of him.
“What—?”
“Found somewhere I can reach,” he said with a wicked smile. “May I?”
Ryan didn’t let himself overthink it. He couldn’t think anyway, not with the way his dick was screaming at him to just say yes. He nodded, and Fabian leaned in.
“Oh fuck,” Ryan gasped when Fabian sucked the head of his cock into his mouth. It had been such a long time since anyone had done this to him. Since he’d been able to let someone do this.
Fabian, it seemed, was an expert. He wasn’t taking Ryan all the way in—Ryan would never expect him to—but he knew exactly where to focus his attention. He kept his cheeks hollow, and his tongue busy, and it was fucking incredible.
Ryan shot an arm out to brace himself against the wall. Fabian wrapped one hand around the base of Ryan’s cock and began stroking, letting his fist cover the area his mouth couldn’t reach. His other hand slid up Ryan’s thigh, and then journeyed over to cup Ryan’s balls.
Ryan wasn’t one for dirty talk. At all. But if he could bring himself to talk right now, he’d like to say something encouraging like Fuck, yes. Play with my balls. Make me come all over your pretty face. Please make me come. Need to come.
But Ryan stayed silent, other than involuntary grunts and moans and the occasional swear word. Fabian gazed up at him through his long, gorgeous eyelashes, then reached down to give his own cock a couple of strokes. Ryan loved how hard Fabian had gotten while doing this for him.
Ryan felt good. He felt so good that he thought he might actually come. He wasn’t quite at the edge, but he could see it on the horizon. The possibility excited him and he threaded his fingers into Fabian’s wet hair, trying to encourage him without hurting him or forcing him. Or speaking.
Fabian bobbed his head and sucked him hard and fast. He rolled Ryan’s balls in his palm and hummed around his shaft. God, Ryan’s orgasm was right there. He could do it.
He must have thrust without meaning to because suddenly Fabian was sputtering and coughing. He pulled off and held up a finger. “Sorry. Just give me a second.”
“Jesus, did I hurt you?” Ryan asked. “I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. I—”
“It’s fine. Just wasn’t expecting it.” Fabian laughed. “You are very big. Not used to that.”
Ryan turned off the water and crouched next to him. The orgasm was definitely a lost cause now. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be! Like I said, I’m fine. Now where were we?”
Ryan put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay.” He stood and offered Fabian his hand. Fabian stared at him, confusion clear on his face, then took his hand and allowed himself to be pulled to standing.
They stepped out of the shower and Ryan quickly found a towel for Fabian. As they were drying off, Fabian asked, “Did it feel goo
d? You seemed to be enjoying yourself.”
“I was. A lot. It was really good.” Ryan looked away. “Too good, maybe. I kinda got carried away.”
“I don’t mind trying again,” Fabian said gently. Ryan truly appreciated the offer, but he couldn’t accept.
“Thanks, but I’m good. Really.”
“Or we could just...make out? Roll around that amazing bed of yours?”
Ryan smiled. “Sounds like a plan.”
* * *
Damn. Fabian had gotten Ryan so close. He’d been sure of it.
Failure was never something Fabian had been able to accept easily. He knew he shouldn’t view Ryan’s orgasm as a challenge, especially after Ryan had explained to him why sex was difficult for him, but he couldn’t help it. He really, really wanted to make Ryan come.
He wouldn’t mind coming himself either. That blowjob had really gotten him worked up, and even his near-death-by-choking-on-a-monster-cock hadn’t dampened his arousal much.
He arranged himself coquettishly on top of Ryan’s rumpled bedding, with his legs outstretched and crossed at the ankles, and one arm draped lazily over his head.
“Oh,” Ryan said. He stood at the end of the bed, knuckles white from clutching the towel he had wrapped around his waist. His eyes raked over Fabian’s body, and Fabian drank it in. He wanted Ryan’s undivided attention.
Fabian reached down and gently played with his own erection. “I’ll bet,” he said slowly, “that you’ve imagined a few things you would like to do with me.”
Ryan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “Yeah,” he said. It was barely above a whisper, but Fabian heard it loud and clear.
“Why don’t you come over here and tell me about them.”
Ryan’s mouth hung open for a moment, as if his brain had short circuited, and then he said, “I don’t know if I can. Tell you, I mean.”
“Then show me.”
Ryan dropped the towel and crawled onto the bed, covering Fabian’s body with his own. He kissed Fabian, hard and deep and possessive, and Fabian’s blood sang. Yes, please. Claim me. Treasure me.
