Man Candy

by Amanda Young

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  Jake’s huskily whispered words yanked Aaron out of his musings. He shook his head, his cheeks heating because of the compliment. “No, I’m not. I’m ‑‑” There was nothing special about him. He was too short, too skinny, too everything.

  He couldn’t do this. His dick throbbed angrily in response to his choice, but he ignored it and jerked away from Jake. Immediately, he missed the connection, but he forced himself to take an extra step back, needing more distance between them. The temptation to return the gentle touch, to see where it might lead, rode him hard. Jake’s allure was almost too strong to resist, but Aaron persevered. There was no other option.

  Letting go of his tightly held restraint would be akin to playing with fire. And though he knew better, his body craved the heat Jake offered. Craved it worse than a nicotine addict does a smoke right after sex.

  Aaron inwardly groaned. Sex. Visions of him and Jake, their limbs sweaty and flushed by a vigorous round of fucking, popped into his head. The image was so real, he could almost feel the damp heat, taste the salty tang of well-earned perspiration. He didn’t even need Jake to torment him; he was doing a good enough job of it himself.

  Jake stepped forward and reached for him. Aaron hastily backpedaled away. His ass smacked into something hard and cylindrical. He felt around behind him, touched cool metal, and realized he’d run into one of the poles anchoring the swing set. He squeezed his eyes shut. Jesus, he was a klutz.

  Strong hands bracketed his shoulders. “Look at me.”

  Aaron shook his head in answer, refusing to open his eyes. He was being childish and he knew it, but it would be all too easy to lose himself in those dark, mesmerizing eyes. Casual sex was fine, not a thing wrong with it, but he couldn’t make love to Jake and not let his feelings for Logan get in the way. Jake clearly only wanted a plaything and would move on as soon as the thrill of the conquest was over. By then, it would be too late. Aaron would be head over heels and shit out of luck.

  A finger caressed Aaron’s jaw, tilting his chin up. “Am I that unattractive to you, Aaron?”

  Aaron could hear the smile in Jake’s voice, and it incensed him. The smug bastard knew full well that wasn’t the problem. He opened his eyes and glowered up at Jake, who towered over him, close to six inches taller than Aaron’s own five foot nine. “Stop it, Jake. Quit toying with me.”

  A frown creased Jake’s forehead. “I’m not ‑‑” His voice cut off, and then with a little shake of his head he leaned down, bringing their eyes into alignment. The tip of his nose ran over Aaron’s in feathery Eskimo kisses.

  Aaron pressed his hands into Jake’s chest and felt Jake’s heartbeat thundering against his palms. His fingers flexed over Jake’s pecs, unable to resist, and he wanted to moan in response to the wicked feel of them contracting against his touch. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

  Okay, so that wasn’t precisely the truth. It was clear enough what Jake wanted. The question resting heavy on Aaron’s mind was why. In all the time he’d worked for Remora’s Construction, Jake had never come on to him. Sure, they’d flirted back and forth a little bit, but that was it. Aaron couldn’t understand why Jake was hitting on him now. It made no sense.

  Jake quirked a single brow. “Don’t you?” The pad of his thumb rubbed over Aaron’s bottom lip. The short, clean nail poked into the tightly clenched crease of Aaron’s mouth, applying pressure, until he gave in and parted his lips. The tip slipped inside, massaged the delicate inner lining of his lips, and moved deeper to tease the flat of his tongue.

  Aaron’s determination not to fool around with Jake began to crumble. His lids lowered, heavy with forbidden desire, and his lips closed over the thick digit. He pulled it deeper, applying suction, and pretended it was Jake’s cock in his mouth. All he had to do was give in, and he could make that fantasy a reality.

  Fuck it. He’d always been responsible, was always the first person to do the right thing in any situation. Now, just this once, he wanted to do something reckless and fun. He knew screwing around with Jake was wrong, especially since he would probably pretend he was with Logan, but couldn’t help desiring anyway. As long as Jake didn’t know who he was fantasizing about, what difference did it make? It was the same thing as people who closed their eyes and pretended they were fucking a movie star instead of their significant other.

  Consequences be damned. He could worry about them later. Tonight, he was going to reach for the brass ring and take what was being offered to him. One night with either Remora brother would be better than a month of Sundays with anyone else.

  Aaron dropped his arms to his sides, met Jake’s eyes, and flicked his tongue over the thumb in his mouth. Jake’s ragged inhalation in response was loud and exhilarating. Aaron’s pulse pounded in his ears. His blood ran hot and went haywire as it traveled south, making him ache from long-denied need.

  In the span of a single sigh, Jake closed the empty space between them. The hand cupping Aaron’s jaw was joined by its mate, framing his face. Jake angled Aaron’s head at precisely the right angle, popped his thumb from Aaron’s mouth, and replaced it with his lips. Smooth, butter-soft lips converged on Aaron’s. His eyes fell closed and he leaned into the kiss, his arms rising of their own volition to wrap around Jake’s neck and urge him closer. Fully clothed, with their chests plastered together and lips locked in embrace, getting closer was an impossibility, but Aaron’s lust-shrouded mind didn’t comprehend that. All he knew was that he wanted more, everything Jake was willing to give.

  Jake’s lips parted and Aaron’s followed suit. Their mouths undulated over and against one another’s, soft as butterfly wings. Jake teased Aaron, flicking his tongue over and away from Aaron’s mouth before he could capture it and suck on it, the way he wanted. Aggravation ran rampant, firing his blood, making him desperate for a better, deeper taste of Jake.

  A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he let go of Jake’s nape and reached down to palm the impressive bulge that strained against the fly of Jake’s slacks. Hot and hard, the ridge of Jake’s dick twitched as if trying to jump through the slick fabric of its prison and into Aaron’s hand.

  Jake’s hips thrust forward, pressing into Aaron’s touch at the same time his lips ran a trail of drugging kisses down the side of the Aaron’s throat. Aaron groaned and arched his neck, making extra room for Jake to continue. Jake’s mouth felt so good on his skin. He wanted it to stop, to progress, to never end. He didn’t know what he wanted. Just more.

  Blunt teeth nipped at Aaron’s ear. A hand snuck around his waist and squeezed the side of one ass cheek. While a moist tongue laved his earlobe, soothing away the sting, Aaron released his hold on Jake’s cock, both hands zeroing in on the tightest ass he’d ever felt. His dick jerked and his hips lurched forward, grinding against Jake’s pelvis. The other man’s desire was clear. Aaron felt it pressing back against him, even through all the layers of clothing between them. Clothing that suddenly seemed too restrictive, damn near suffocating.

  The clothes had to go. One hand still on Jake’s ass, Aaron squeezed the other between them and located Jake’s zipper. Trembling fingers latched onto the tab and tugged down, intent on wrapping around the sweet prick waiting below. He needed to see it, touch and taste, before he imploded.

  Jake’s mouth stilled on the curve of Aaron’s throat. Hot breath beat against the joint of his neck and shoulder as the tips of his fingers parted the soft fabric of Jake’s slacks and slipped inside. Hot, hair-roughened skin met his fingertips. Holy God, no underwear. He bent his wrist, delved a little deeper to the left, and discovered what he sought. His world narrowed and centered on the long, hard cock within his reach. He brushed over the tip, elated when he felt the abundance of silky moisture that gave away Jake’s desire for him. He petted the widely flared crown and shallow dip beneath, concentrating on what he could reach.

  He must have been doing something right, because Jake’s cock quivered and the man let ou
t a shaky groan. He lifted his head, rained kisses up the side of Aaron’s jaw to his mouth, and kissed him. Their lips danced together, increasing in intensity with every pass. Jake nipped at Aaron’s lower lip. His tongue swept over it and delved past, into the interior of Aaron’s mouth. The sugary taste of butterscotch candy and a hint of something richer, the intrinsic flavor all Jake’s own, burst over Aaron’s taste buds, more intoxicating than liquor. He moaned and kissed Jake back, their tongues slip-sliding over and under each other.

  Aaron tightened his hand around Jake’s cock, compressing the damp, spongy tip. It flexed and twitched in his grip. Jake gasped and shook, breaking their kiss. He batted Aaron’s hand away from his groin and rested his forehead against the top of Aaron’s head. “Jesus. Being with you is going to give me a heart attack.”

  Aaron laughed, a bit of his reservations draining away. “You’ll be all right,” he whispered, fingering the slit in Jake’s cockhead. “I promise not to be too rough on you, old man.”

  “Smartass,” Jake replied, pressing their lips back together again and plunging his tongue into Aaron’s mouth.

  The words set off a twinge of déjà vu that nagged just out of reach at the back of Aaron’s consciousness. He shoved it down and let himself be swept away by the hard cock in his hand and the flexible tongue in his mouth. Everything about Jake was seductive and…right. Was it possible that he’d had feelings for Jake all this time and not been aware of them?

  Jake fumbled with Aaron’s zipper, sliding it down with ease, and Aaron decided he could worry about messy emotional shit later. Jake’s hand slipped inside his fly and wiggled through the slot in his cotton boxers, gripping Aaron’s cock in a firm, callused fist. Aaron’s thoughts scattered into a million pieces. The only thing left was pure sensation, Jake’s breath filling his lungs as they kissed, Jake’s hand stroking his cock with long, hard pulls, Jake all around him. When Jake’s free hand slid under Aaron’s shirt and found his nipple, pinching it, he lost any control he had over his body.

  Every muscle locked up, his ass clenching, as wave upon wave of liquid lightning poured out of his cock and into Jake’s fist. He cried out in Jake’s mouth, unable to stay silent. Jake swallowed it down, his hand still loosely pumping Aaron’s waning erection in an attempt to drain Aaron’s balls of every drop.

  Through it all, Jake kissed and petted him, keeping Aaron upright between his huge body and the steel pole at Aaron’s back while he shook and shivered, his legs too unsteady to hold him up. As the mind-numbing orgasm calmed, he was surprised to feel Jake’s hard cock still in his hand. Adrift in his own pleasure, he’d forgotten to see to his lover’s. That wouldn’t do at all.

  He pressed a hard, closed-lip kiss to Jake’s mouth and dropped to his knees. His hands trembling, he pulled opened Jake’s pants and jerked them down. Jake’s penis sprang up though the parted folds of black cotton fabric, long and thick. Aaron tugged until the slacks were halfway down Jake’s muscular thighs. There he stopped, in awe of Jake’s masculinity.

  A light dusting of silky dark hair surrounded the root of a fat, uncut cock and full, round balls. His fingers trailed over the wrinkled sac while his eyes feasted on the moist, weeping head of Jake’s cock. Having never seen one before, Aaron was fascinated by Jake’s foreskin, pulled back tight around the wide flare of his cockhead. He couldn’t resist leaning forward and swiping the damp tip with the flat of his tongue. He moaned, reveling in the bittersweet taste bursting over his palate.

  A hand carded through his hair, gently petting. “Please,” Jake whispered into the night. “Suck me. Make me come.”

  Aaron’s pulse soared, exhilarated that he could make such a strong man want him so bad. He sucked the tip into his mouth, twisted his tongue over and around the head, tasting and teasing. He glanced up at Jake, looming over him, and saw the big man staring down at him, watching his every move with dark, hungry eyes.

  Aaron cupped Jake’s balls, rolling them in his palms as he spread his jaw wide and sucked more cock into his mouth. He caressed it with lips, tongue, and palate, Hoovering it in and out, while the hand around the base pumped in rhythm with his mouth.

  Every one of his senses seemed heightened. He felt lost in the moment, in tune with the man beside him to the exception of all else. The strong, slightly musky smell of Jake’s desire. The feel of soft skin and hard muscle sliding in and out of his mouth, butting into the back of his throat. The cool night air wafting over his face, while Jake’s hand caressed his cheek, silently urging him on.

  Aaron tightened his lips around Jake’s cock and sucked hard, desperate to make him come, to feel his seed splashing over his tongue and down the back of his throat. He gently squeezed and manipulated Jake’s heavy balls, pressing the knuckle of his pointer against the thin strip of silky skin.

  Jake groaned, long and low. His body stiffened. “Aaron… Gonna come. Oh. Gonna…”

  Aaron felt the swollen crown of Jake’s cock throb under his tongue a split second before salty, tart jets of come began to fill his mouth. He swallowed, gentling his suction, while he continued to bathe Jake’s cockhead with his tongue.

  Jake shivered, the tremor passing down through his large frame. His dress pants, precariously hanging around his thighs, slipped and fell to his knees. Aaron released Jake’s softening penis, almost reluctant to release it, and noticed that Jake’s wallet had dropped out of his pocket.

  Jake caught Aaron’s chin and tilted it up. Bending at the waist, he leaned down and kissed him. “Thank you. You’re damn good at that.”

  Aaron blushed. “You’re welcome.” It wasn’t as if he’d never heard that before, but Jake sounded so sincere about it. His praise was flattering.

  “You dropped your wallet.” Aaron licked his lips, still tasting Jake, and stretched forward to grab it. The wallet was the small, black leather fold-over type, the kind men carried in their back pocket. He picked it up off the ground, and when he did, it flipped open, revealing a line of cards on one side and a plastic-covered ID slot on the other. He glanced down at it, interested to see how horrible Jake’s mug shot from the DMV was, and felt a tight, empty knot form in the pit of his stomach. The blood drained from his face, making him nauseous and dizzy. Jake’s name wasn’t on the license; Logan’s was.

  He scrambled backward, the steel pole biting into his back. He pulled up his zipper, wincing at the icky wet feeling inside his pants, and rose to his feet, the wallet held out in front of him between two fingers, as if it were contaminated with toxic waste. “Jake?” He wouldn’t jump to conclusions. He wouldn’t. “Um, why do you have Logan’s wallet?”

  Jake ‑‑ please, God, let it be Jake ‑‑ took it and reached down to pull up his pants, refusing to look at Aaron. “I can explain that.”

  Aaron cleared his throat, too impatient to wait while his lover pulled himself together, to hear what explanation the man had to share. “Well, Jake, why do you have his wallet?”

  His pants around his thighs, Jake glanced up at him. “I really wish you’d quit calling me Jake.”

  Aaron gasped, tried to take a step back, and plunked his head into the pole behind him. The man in front of him was Logan. His straight and married boss. Aaron cursed, barely feeling the sting to the back of his head, and tried to take a step to the side.

  Jake ‑‑ no, Logan! ‑‑ let go of his pants and reached out to stop him, grabbed Aaron’s arm. “Wait, Aaron, let me explain.”

  Aaron shook his head. He yanked his arm, putting all his weight behind it, and succeeded in getting loose. Logan was not so lucky. Aaron’s vicious tug threw him off balance, his arms pin-wheeled for a single second, and then he tottered backwards, cursing as his ass hit the damp grass.

  Aaron didn’t wait for an explanation. He couldn’t. What was the point? It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had just happened. Plenty of seemingly straight men played a little on the side with gay men. They used gay men like a temporary service. Wife not around? Find a gay man to blow you.

/>   Yes, he liked to suck cock. A lot of people did. That did not mean, however, he didn’t have scruples about who he blew. The funny thing was that being with Logan should have been the fruition of every wet dream he’d had in the last four years. Instead, all he felt was dirty and used. Cheap.

  Hysterical laughter bubbled up in Aaron’s chest as he turned and ran. The sound of Logan calling after him, pleading with him to stop, rang in his ears long after he ran the five miles home and collapsed into a nasty ball of emotion inside his front door.

  Chapter Six

  The sun rose on Friday morning, just like it did every day. The only difference was what it cast its cheerful rays upon. Instead of finding Aaron up and bustling around his apartment as he got ready for work, the sun found him huddled on his futon, knees hugging his chest.

  The night before had been both a dream come true and a nightmare. What little sleep he’d gotten after shucking out of his soggy clothes and falling into bed was restless and plagued by lurid images of Logan fucking his mouth while the man’s blonde harpy of a wife stood over Aaron’s shoulder and instructed him on how to do it right. Needless to say, he didn’t get much rest.

  His gaze wandered to the cell phone sitting beside him on the end table. He picked it up, looked at the clock for the umpteenth time, and set it back down. He needed to piss. That needed to be taken care of first. Afterward, he would call in to work. Procrastination was a beautiful thing.

  Aaron unfolded stiff limbs, his muscles having long since locked up from sitting in the same position for too long, and dragged his lethargic body up off the futon. He shuffled across the room and into the miniscule bathroom, flipping on the light as he entered. The bare bulb overhead flashed to life and momentarily blinded him. He blinked repeatedly, trying to adapt his eyesight as he made his way to the toilet and drained his bladder.

  Finished, he gave his dick a shake and turned to wash his hands. The sight greeting him in the mirror wasn’t a pretty one. Puffy, red-rimmed green eyes stared back at him accusingly. His hair stood up in wild disarray, some of it matted to his head, while other errant, curly red patches looked like someone had taken a teasing brush to them and forgotten to straighten out the tangles. His gaze dropped to his hands and stayed there as he soaped up and rinsed them.