by Sean Michael
Sawyer flushed, but he knew it was from excitement and anticipation rather than embarrassment. The urge to say “Yes, Sir” was huge, but he simply nodded his agreement and slicked his fingers, eager to feel them inside his ass.
Derek groaned and licked his lips. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
He turned, showing off, letting Derek see everything. Derek slid his fingers on Sawyer’s skin as he moved, touching him like he was precious, special. Like he was needed and necessary.
“Oh yeah, gorgeous.”
“Thank you.” He spread, encouraging Derek’s touch as he slid two fingers into his body and fucked himself with them.
Derek felt him up where his own fingers pushed into his body, and then Derek’s long fingers rolled his balls, stroked his cock, tapped his guiche piercing. He moaned, head swaying with his need.
“Okay, I think you’re done.” Derek’s voice was thick, guttural. “I want to fuck you now.”
That more than worked for him. “Yes. Yes, please. Now.”
Derek helped him get on his hands and knees and settled in behind him. There was the crinkle of the condom, and then he felt Derek’s cock at his hole, pressing against him, hot and hard. Derek’s hands landed on his asscheeks, thumbs sliding near his crack and spreading him open. Finally, Derek began to push into him.
Sawyer rested his head on his hands, his cock heavy and aching between his thighs. Derek kept moving slowly, pushing and pushing until his cock breached Sawyer’s body, then filled it.
Oh yes, that was what he needed. He squeezed hard, saying thank you. Groaning, Derek pulled out nearly all the way, stopping when just the head of his cock was inside Sawyer’s body.
“Fuck. Tight. Hot. Good.”
“Yeah.” That was it, absolutely. So fucking good. Only he needed more, needed Derek pounding into him, not resting there at his entrance, cockhead holding him open.
Groaning, Derek pushed back in, hard and quick, all the way inside him. The head of Derek’s cock banged into his gland, lighting up his entire body.
Shit, that was even better than he’d been anticipating.
“More.” Oh, he was being bossy, but he couldn’t help it. It had been so long, and he needed it so damn badly.
“Needy.” Derek made it sound like a compliment. The next thrust inside him felt like one too.
“Yes.” He groaned and pulled one leg up under himself, giving Derek more room to take him.
“Fucking love your ass.” Derek moved slowly at first, gaining speed as he thrust.
Sawyer couldn’t meet each thrust—he wasn’t in the right position for that—so he focused on giving Derek something to drive against, on holding himself in place. Derek kept on slamming into him, filling him so good. He took every inch, moaning with it, crying out in his pleasure.
“So hot. So hot. So good.” Derek kept repeating the words, semi-incoherent.
“Fuck yes. Take me.” He could beg with the best of them.
His words spurred Derek on, the thrusts becoming stronger. The bed was a good one—not a creak or a groan—and he flew, climbing the headboard to push back onto Derek’s prick.
Derek sounded like a steam engine behind him, puffing out noisily as Derek worked hard on giving him what he needed. Then Derek shifted and the angle changed, that hard heat knocking up against his gland in the best way.
“Fuck!”
Derek chuckled softly. “There, hmm?”
“Yeah. Right there.”
“You got it.” Derek dug his fingers harder into Sawyer’s hips, pulling him back with every push forward. That sweet cock hit his gland over and over, making him dizzy.
“Fuck. Gonna make me—oh, right there, Derek! Please!” He felt like he was going to shake apart.
Derek didn’t touch his cock, but the speed of his thrusts increased, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the air.
Finally, blessedly, he simply had to give it up and shoot, emptying his balls.
“Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Derek said it each time he jerked into Sawyer before he slammed in one last time and froze.
Sawyer slumped back into Derek’s arms, both of them swaying. Derek wrapped his arms around Sawyer and held on to him. “Mmm….”
“Uh-huh.” Also whoa and damn.
“Coming out,” Derek murmured, putting a hand on the base of his cock, knuckles sliding against Sawyer’s ass. “You got a garbage in here?”
“Right over there. The red can.”
“Cool.” Derek patted his ass and got out of the bed to dump the condom. Then he disappeared into the little en suite, coming out a moment later with a damp cloth, which he used to clean Sawyer.
It was a totally unexpected move.
His cheeks burned, but it felt so intimate, so erotic. Derek tossed the cloth back toward the bathroom, then flopped down next to him. One hand slid along his thigh as Derek gave him a smile. “That was so hot—you’re amazing.”
“Thank you, for everything.” Mostly for insisting. He’d needed that.
Derek stroked his cheek. “My pleasure. Really. You wanna watch a show or something before I help you move furniture around?”
“Sounds great. I’ll even buy us supper.”
“Yeah? That’s terrific. I really like spending time with you.”
That was nice to hear. It had been a while. “Thank you.”
“You got Netflix? We could find a show we both wanna see but haven’t watched yet. Then we’ve got one we can watch together.”
“I do. It’s handy, isn’t it? Netflix?”
Derek shifted to his side, head on his hand as he gazed at Sawyer. “I love it. And it doesn’t matter what kind of show you like, it’s there. What kind of show you want to watch?”
“Something easy and fun, huh?”
“We’ll have to see if we have the same definition of easy and fun. What about iZombie? I’ve heard good things about that one.”
“Sure. I’m willing to try.” iZombie. Huh.
“Yeah. Zombie girl morgue assistant. Cop. Cute ex-boyfriend and brains. But not in a gross way.” Derek found the remote next to the TV and grabbed it, then cuddled in with him again. “You want me to run the remote?”
“Please.” He just wanted to float and relax.
Derek soon had it figured out, finding the show and turning on the first episode. Then they settled together as they watched.
It was so… easy. He let himself rest.
The show was amusing, and Derek had a great laugh, chest moving against him.
Derek’s phone began to buzz about an hour into their watching, a third of the way through the second episode or so.
Derek leaned over the bed to reach his pants, offering him a great view of a sexy butt and the long line of back. “’Lo? Uh-huh. We’re just hanging out.”
Oh, did Derek need to go?
“I am not hogging him.” Derek leaned down and nuzzled his temple. “Can we invite our evil neighbors for pizza?”
“Uh… sure?” They weren’t really evil, peeking through his windows aside.
Derek grinned. “How can I be hogging him if he’s buying pizza for all of us?”
Sawyer rolled his eyes and moved to get dressed and put the apartment together.
“I don’t know—let’s say an hour or so, we’re still fixing the furniture. Okay, okay. See you then.” Derek hung up and got out of bed too, grabbing his jeans. “So what’s first?”
“I’m going to put the living room together. If I have to, I can shut the bedroom door.”
“Hey, if it would be easier to have everyone at my place, I don’t mind. The guys just want to get to know you, and well, free pizza. I don’t think anyone ever said no to that.” Derek grinned at him, then stole a quick kiss. “Okay, just tell me where stuff should go, and I’ll move it and unpack shit and whatever you need.”
“I think I like the sofa against the windows.” It was lovely and comfortable—a bright red monstrosity that promised lovely naps. It had certai
nly done them well earlier until they’d rolled off it.
“You got it.” Derek went to the far end and grabbed it from the bottom, then waited patiently for him to grab the other end.
He was pretty sure Derek was doing most of the lifting, because it didn’t seem that heavy as they moved it into place by the windows.
It didn’t take long before things were in place, and suddenly the house looked like his, like a home almost.
“We’ve totally got time to fix up your bedroom too, if you want.”
“Yeah. The bed’s in place there, huh?” And christened too.
“Uh-huh. You need the dresser and that little desk moved around in there?” Derek flexed. “Have muscles, will work.”
“Uhn.” The sound slipped out of him.
Derek beamed and came over to give him a kiss. “You are damn good for my ego, Sawyer.”
“You’re a good-looking man.”
Tall and tanned, Derek was lanky, with fine muscles. Lord, the man had a beautiful body. And a bright smile with gray eyes that were topped by shaggy blond hair.
“I’m glad you think so, Sawyer, because you’re pretty damn hot yourself.”
“Thank you. That’s good to hear.”
Derek leaned in again and raised his head for the kiss that was coming, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door.
Derek rolled his eyes. “That’ll be the guys.”
“They have timing, huh?” He nodded toward the door. “I’ll let you do the honors.”
“You sure? It’s your place.” Derek went to the door, hand on the knob, and waited for his answer.
“Go ahead. They’re your friends.”
“Soon to be yours too.” Derek opened the door, Benny and Luke coming right in and filling the room with testosterone and noise.
They both hugged Derek, then came over.
“Sawyer. We’ve missed you at the backyard barbeques.”
“I’ve been working.” He’d been hiding, but that was his to know.
“Ew.” Luke winked and hugged him. “Not working so hard you and Derek couldn’t get busy.”
“I….” What did he say to that?
Benny elbowed Luke in the side. “He just means that we’re jealous Derek’s gotten to know you before we did. We’re actually a pretty tight little ‘friendship.’”
“Yes. I… I walked in on you before.” And he needed to remember that. He wasn’t special to Derek, any more than Derek was special to him yet. Derek was a free spirit and liked having sex. This was another world.
“Yeah, you should have stayed. We would have shared.” Benny’s smile was warm. “You’ve got a powerful need in you.”
His cheeks went red-hot, burning down to the bone.
“Hey, there’s no reason to be embarrassed.” Benny put a hand on his arm. “We’re all friends here.”
“The place looks great,” Luke noted. “And that is a great couch.”
Derek caught his gaze and winked.
“Thank you.” God, he didn’t know where to look.
The guys sat, Luke on the couch, Benny in the recliner. Derek sat on the couch too, and tugged Sawyer down between him and Luke.
“So what’s your story?” Benny asked.
“I moved from the West Coast. I’m a copywriter. I have new furniture.” I’m a drunk. My husband died. I used to have a very different life than I do now.
The three of them looked at him expectantly, like they were waiting for more.
“That’s really about it. I’m not exciting.”
Luke snorted. “Everyone’s got a story. Especially if they pick up and move across the country.”
“Maybe he doesn’t want to talk about it,” Derek suggested.
“After I lost my husband to cancer, I needed a fresh start.”
“Oh, of course,” Luke offered. “That makes sense.”
“Yeah,” said Benny.
Derek put his arm around Sawyer’s shoulder and squeezed him.
“Thank you. It’s been a few years. It was time for a move.”
“So we’re your new beginning.” Luke looked pleased about that.
“Yes. Exactly. I swear to be a good neighbor, though. Seriously.”
“I imagine you’re already being a good neighbor. Eh, Derek?”
“You’re a great neighbor,” Derek told him.
“Shh.” Oh, he was lit up.
“It’s true.” Derek dropped his arm behind Sawyer’s back, fingers lingering on his ass.
“Oh…,” he hummed softly, the praise making him flush.
Derek leaned in slowly and left a soft kiss on his lips.
“So what kind of pizza are we having?” Benny asked, eyes shining.
“What are you guys into?” He liked pepperoni, personally.
Luke opened his mouth, and Benny and Derek said, at the same time, “On your pizza.”
Luke pouted.
Sawyer began to laugh—he couldn’t help it. They were so charming.
“I like meat,” Luke informed him, and that had Benny and Derek laughing as well.
“So, a meat lovers, a pepperoni, and…?”
“I like pineapple and jalapenos,” Derek said. “But I’m the only one, so get a small.”
Luke and Benny made gagging noises, and Derek flipped them off.
“Don’t judge—I like sweet and spicy.”
“No judging. Everyone has their thing.” Sawyer got that. Derek beamed at him and then dropped him another quick kiss.
“As long as we don’t have to eat it.” Benny was still making a face.
“I’ll go order the pizza. Cokes for everyone?”
There was a chorus of agreement, and Derek gave his back a soft stroke.
“I wouldn’t say no to something dessert-like,” Luke said. “And I bet I’m not the only one.”
“Do you know what my options are? This is my first pizza order here.”
“If you call Numoi’s—which is right around the corner and frankly the best pizza in town—they’ve got cheesecake donuts that are very good and then something they call butterscotch tiramisu. And it’s to die for.”
“You are such a whore for dessert, Benny.”
“Who isn’t?” Sawyer asked, then went to call for supper—Cokes and pies and desserts and a salad, because green.
When he got back to the living room, Benny was regaling them with a story about working out at the gym and how he almost killed himself on a treadmill with a faulty belt. Luke and Derek were howling with laughter.
He went to sit at the little bar, perching on a barstool and admiring the little tableau. Both Benny and Luke were bigger than Derek, more muscled. One blond, the other brunet. They were both studs. Honestly, all three of them were.
He was smaller, leaner, but there was a fineness to that too.
Derek glanced over at him and smiled. Then he held out a hand, inviting him back to the couch.
Sawyer headed over, that hand irresistible. Derek made room between him and Benny, and when he sat, Benny gave him a soft smile too.
It was warm between them, heat pouring from their bodies and seeping into him.
“That’s a gorgeous sight,” Luke hummed.
Funny, he’d been thinking the same thing about them.
“Yeah, Sawyer fits well, doesn’t he?” Derek patted his thigh.
“Yeah, he does. You guys make a sexy, sexy picture altogether.”
“Do we?” Benny looked at him and Derek, then reached out for him. His eyes went wide as Benny cupped his cheek. “You’re warm.”
“Th-thank you.” What was this? He didn’t do this. Share. Did he?
Benny leaned in and pressed their lips together. “Mmm. You taste good.”
He gasped, his heart slamming. “Is this—this is unusual for me.”
Derek slid his hand along Sawyer’s back. “Unusual is not necessarily a bad thing, is it? I mean, if you don’t want this, we’ll just have pizza.”
“But we’d rather have piz
za and you,” Benny told him before taking another soft, light kiss.
What would James think?
Hell, James would sit back in that recliner, thighs parted, and watch.
Suddenly he missed James so much it physically hurt, and he grabbed for Benny, for comfort. Groaning, Benny wrapped an arm around him and parted his lips, tongue pushing in.
“That’s it, Sawyer. We have you.” Derek’s voice was low, excited.
Benny kept kissing him, tongue filling his mouth, exploring him. The hand cradling his cheek tilted his head slightly, and the kiss went deeper still. Benny eased him back against Derek, giving him the muscled chest to rest against.
Derek slid his hands around Sawyer’s waist and brought them to rest on his hips, fingers framing his cock. It jerked, trying to fill.
Derek hummed and kissed his neck, lips warm and soft. “You’re okay. We’re okay.”
Was he? He thought maybe he was. Or okay enough that he could enjoy this.
Benny’s kisses became firmer, and Derek’s became wet and sucking, maybe even leaving marks on his body.
Luke moaned from across the coffee table, the sound deep and wanton. “I want to see his cock, boys. Show him off for me.”
Derek was the one who popped the top button of his jeans, but it was Benny who slowly drew his zipper down.
“You’re going to love this,” Derek moaned.
“Ink?”
“Metal, and he’s bare.”
“You shave?” Benny asked. “God, I could so shave you.”
Derek shook his head. “It’s permanent.”
Both Benny and Luke moaned loudly.
“Were you lifestyle, Sawyer? Twenty-four/seven?”
Sawyer nodded once, answering Luke.
Derek gasped softly and grabbed his hips, fingers opening and closing.
“Fuck yes.” Benny tugged Sawyer’s pants and underwear down, and his cock sprang out eagerly without him even meaning for it to happen. “Look at you. So pretty. Luke, can you see?”
“Take his jeans right off and spread him so I can see properly.” Luke’s voice was deep, growly, full of need.
Derek moaned again, and between him and Benny, they soon had Sawyer naked—pants, underwear, and shirt tossed aside, leaving him bare, exposed.
“The pizza guy will come….” Not that his cock cared. He didn’t either, actually. At all.
