Darren.
Ryan suddenly felt starved, like a man who hadn’t eaten in far too long and needed only one thing to sustain himself for the coming winter months.
With his free hand, Ryan reached out and wrapped his hand around Darren’s length. With Darren’s heavy cock in his fingers, Ryan remembered the pungent and addicting taste of Darren’s release.
Forgetting about himself, Ryan slowly slid down to his knees on the hard and hot tile floors until Darren’s cock was sitting right before his eyes. With a thirst that he didn’t even know could be quenched, he opened his mouth and took Darren’s dick into his mouth and sucked him down to the base.
The combination of Texas heat mixed with the musky scent of Darren filled Ryan’s senses. His nostrils flared and he inhaled deeply the aroma that always managed to drive him insane with lust.
Ryan’s own balls drew up tight with the tease of an impending climax. He wasn’t quite there yet, but that didn’t stop his cock from reminding him how quickly he could fall over the edge.
Darren’s large hands grabbed the back of Ryan’s head and pushed him farther down on his length. Ryan heard a groan of satisfaction when he opened that much wider, allowing Darren to fuck his throat.
The sounds of pleasure that echoed in the shower only added fuel to Ryan’s fire. He closed his lips tightly around Darren’s cock and sucked until his cheeks were hollowed. Then with his fingers he massaged Darren’s tight ball sack. He wanted to taste all of him.
“I need to fuck you. Please. I need you so fucking bad right now.” Darren spoke his request in a low and husky voice.
Ryan looked up at Darren through the steamy haze just as he felt Darren’s arms reach down and pull him up. Even as they stood face-to-face with one another, Ryan couldn’t help but feel like he was in some sort of a dream. His head was swimming with so many thoughts and emotions he couldn’t form a single word. The things he wanted, the things he thought he couldn’t have, and the things that were be given to him. None of them seemed to mesh together, yet he wanted them all to fit like a perfect puzzle.
Darren stepped out of the shower and walked out into the hall. His perfect body dripped with water as his ass swayed from side to side. Ryan stood there, waiting for Darren to return. Only seconds later and he did just that.
He sashayed back in the room with his cock bobbing from side to side with a bottle of lubricant in his hand. He then stepped back in the shower and turned Ryan around, pressing his dick along the seam of Ryan’s ass.
The sound of the cap being popped open and squirting sounds echoed in the enclosure. The hot water cascaded down Ryan’s body as Darren poured some of the slippery substance on Ryan’s ass.
Darren’s hands began working it into Ryan’s seam. His fingers slid easily in between his cheeks and tickled his entrance with little flicks of his index finger.
“Mmm,” Ryan moaned.
His muscles were throbbing in anticipation. He loved being filled by Darren. Having his seven-inch cock burying itself inside of him as Darren’s balls slapped against his skin provided the type of euphoria that was unmatched by anything else.
Ryan leaned over and placed his hands on the tiled wall. Spreading his legs apart, he waited for Darren. Not a second passed before he felt the blunt head of Darren’s cock push at his puckered entrance. He relaxed his muscles as best he could and braced himself against the porcelain wall. His knuckles became white as he felt the first breach of his tiny puckered hole. A mere second passed before Ryan felt Darren’s swollen cock thrust hard and deep inside of him.
It burned and tore through his protecting muscles as he screeched out in pain. Then as fast as the discomfort consumed him, it became to wash away and lift. Pulsating beads of pleasure began filling him, and his mind was transported to a place where there was no more heartache. Only pleasure and Darren remained.
Chapter Eight
Dropping his head back, Darren basked in the glory of Ryan’s tight ass. Even with their time apart, it was like they hadn’t skipped a beat. Ryan’s body, his mouth, his ass, every bit of him was made for Darren. Just as Darren was made for him.
This was what he needed, what he’d been missing these past weeks. He’d been so afraid to take what he wanted he’d forgotten about the simple comfort and ease they had with one another.
Tiny muscles sent a thousand pulsating nerves racing around the length of his cock. They contracted and vibrated against his intrusion like the best tease he’d ever had. Their actions posed protest, but offered nothing but sweet and unrelenting seduction.
Slowly, Darren started to move, but he was careful to not go too fast. His need to fuck Ryan fought the battle with his balls, which told him he could come at any moment. He had always prided himself on being a good and attentive lover, but being buried in Ryan’s ass always turned him into a needy virgin having sex for the very first time.
He reached around and hissed out a breath when he felt the heaviness of Ryan’s cock fill his palm. It had been far too long since he’d sucked him off. Far too long indeed.
He dropped his head down and pressed his lips to Ryan’s back. No matter how good it felt to fuck Ryan, he wanted him to know how special he was to him. He’d been hiding behind his cowardice for far too long now. It was time to start saying what he was feeling.
“I love you,” Darren whispered, his voice barely audible with the shower beating down on them both.
Ryan tilted his head back and replied, “I love you, too, baby.”
Darren’s heart nearly exploded out of his chest when Ryan returned his love. He rained kisses along the small of Ryan’s back, all the while working himself in and out of his ass. Pumping harder and faster with each thrust, he could feel his orgasm working its way to the surface. It clawed at him from the inside out, threatening to burst free at any moment.
Refusing to fall without Ryan, Darren tightened his grip on Ryan’s cock. With fierce dedication, he stroked his lover faster. The baby oil still lingered on his fingers and offered just enough of slippery goodness to aid in him jacking Ryan off.
To his delight, Ryan began to moan and move with Darren. It always fascinated him how well their bodies melded together when they fucked. Their thrusts and rocking bodies always seemed to complement one another.
They truly were made for one another. How he’d managed to stay away for so long he had no idea. That night in Vegas, whatever it had been, could be dealt with later. Tonight, this moment was about the two of them and nothing else.
The threat of Darren’s orgasm lingered so close that he could already feel it clawing at him. It was all but screaming at him as he felt it tear up his spine. The primal and raw sensation racked through his body. His balls drew up tight, and a flash of lightning shot through his vision, slicing the light and making everything go black.
Darren closed his eyes and screamed out a guttural cry of both pleasure and pain when his cock swelled and spurt his first gift of seed into Ryan’s ass. His hips bucked wildly as the climax which had built up for weeks finally exploded.
Waves of euphoria danced through his entire being while he filled Ryan’s ass. He could feel his own hot cum sliding around and coating his cock until it started to drip free from between Ryan’s cheeks.
“Oh God, baby. I’m coming!”
Ryan’s shout woke Darren from his dreamlike state and brought him back to the present. Quickly, he pulled out of Ryan’s ass and ignored the lonely feeling that took hold of him when the air washed across his cock.
Just as fast as he’d swung Ryan around, Darren fell to his knees with a thump against the hard tiled floor. Ryan swung around and fisted his length. With one hand braced against the wall, Ryan aimed the tip of his cock toward Darren’s open mouth and shrieked when the first drops of his cum landed on Darren’s tongue.
Darren closed his eyes as several squirts of Ryan’s thick and salty release filled his mouth. He closed his mouth and swallowed the addictive concoction, and his stomach fluttered w
ith love and lust as he drank up the pungent liquid.
Everything about Ryan was more than he ever thought he deserved. He was everything he ever wanted or needed, and more than he could ever hope to have. Yet here they were, in the shower, both of them spent and fulfilled in post-coital bliss after they’d just gotten one another off. It was one of many other similar nights, but tonight was different. They were different.
They each lingered under the warm water, holding one another as they fought to regain their strength. Then finally, as the water started to cool, they turned off the steady stream and stepped out into the bathroom.
They dried off in silence, both of their eyes staring into the other ones as no words were spoken.
Once they were finished, Darren hung his towel and Ryan did the same. He wasn’t sure how to begin the conversation he knew they had to have. The one thing he did know, though, was that they had to have it.
“Can we talk?” Darren asked.
“Yeah,” Ryan answered.
“Look, I know things have been…different lately. I don’t know how you feel about things, but I am in love with you.”
Ryan smiled. “I’m in love with you, too.”
“So what have we been doing then?” Darren asked.
“I don’t know.” Ryan came toward him and took his hand. “Let’s go sit down. I think we have some things to talk about.”
A minute later Darren and he sat next to one another on the bed. Their bodies still limp and relaxed from their lovemaking. Ryan lifted his hand and cupped the side of Darren’s face. Ryan’s beautiful green eyes looked deeply into his before he leaned in for a gentle kiss.
“Why is it when we’re together like this everything makes so much sense, but when we…” Darren stopped himself, unsure of whether he should bring up Michael or not.
“Don’t stop, baby. I need you to tell me what you’re thinking. I need us to be honest with one another. That is what got us into this mess in the first place,” Ryan told him.
“Is it a mess?”
“It doesn’t have to be. But, I do think we need to talk about that night in Vegas. And what happened with Michael.”
Darren shook his head. “I know. It all seems so strange. Almost like a dream. Sometimes I find myself wondering what it might have been like if it had never happened. But then I…”
“What? Baby, you have to be honest with me. Don’t be afraid to say what you’re thinking. I meant what I said to you. I do love you.”
“I love you, too,” Darren replied. “But that’s what scares me. This past month. I’ve been lost without you. I don’t ever want to feel like that again. If I tell you what I’m thinking you might—”
“I won’t,” Ryan interrupted.
“How do you know?”
“Because I know that I can’t live without you. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. And there’s nothing in this world that would make me stop loving you either.”
“Really?”
“Really, baby. I’ve missed you so much.”
“What if I told you I murdered someone and needed an alibi?” Darren smirked.
“Then I’d ask you if you needed help hiding the body.” Ryan winked.
The gesture had softened Darren’s mood a little, but he could still feel his heart pounding inside of his head. It echoed so loudly it was almost deafening. Still, he had to push his fear aside and deal with his feelings. He owed that to Ryan and himself.
“It’s Michael,” Darren blurted out.
“What about him?”
“I feel so torn. What we did, I’ve never done anything like that before. I’ve never even wanted to. But with you, and with him, it almost seemed…I don’t know…like…maybe it wasn’t just a fluke.”
“You mean like, maybe it wasn’t some horrible mistake?” Ryan asked.
“I guess. I mean, I wouldn’t do anything to ruin what we have. Ever. That I swear to you. But with Michael I didn’t feel like I was asking you to share me, or you were asking me to share you with him. I felt like…” He covered his head and shook his head. “Oh, nevermind. This is crazy.”
“No. Please don’t do that. Say it.”
Darren looked up and searched Ryan for some sort of unspoken promise that he wouldn’t throw him out the second that he admitted what he was truly feeling. He saw nothing, only confusion and patience. So with a silent prayer he explained the emotions that made absolutely no sense to him.
“It felt like we belonged to one another.”
Ryan grinned. “Really?”
“Yes. Is that crazy?”
“I don’t think so. Because one thing that keeps coming back to me is that I wasn’t jealous. I’ve always been the jealous type. I like my men like I like my steak, all to myself,” Ryan joked. “I don’t like sharing. You know that. But that night it didn’t feel like that’s what we were doing.”
“I know. Isn’t it crazy?”
“Probably not as crazy as what happened at work today.”
“What?”
“Well.” Ryan took a breath and laced his fingers with Darren’s. “Guess who the new pastry specialist is for Texas Steak and Seafood Restaurants.”
“How would I know? You know if it doesn’t involve travel I don’t…” Darren hesitated when he saw the telling expression in Ryan’s eyes. “You don’t mean…”
Ryan shook his head. “Yes.”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“Seriously? But how…how is that even possible?” Darren asked.
“Apparently we just happened to walk into his bar on his last night of work. He’d been in talks with my bosses for months now.”
“Is that going to be awkward for you when see him?”
“Actually, I already did see him.”
“What?” Darren stood up and felt a streak of jealousy cut right through him. “When were you going to tell me?”
“Baby, I just did.”
“Yeah, after we had sex.”
“Oh my God. Are you kidding me? What did you want me to do? Interrupt you when you were about to fuck my ass?”
“Well, maybe you should have.”
“Jesus, baby, are you serious? We just made up and you’re acting like I killed someone.”
Darren spun around. “Did you fuck him?”
“What? No! It was a business meeting. I had no idea it was even him who I had an appointment with until he walked through my office door.”
“So you’re telling me that this hot guy that you and I both fucked just last month didn’t turn you on at all. You’re telling me that nothing happened?”
“Jesus. It was in my office for crying out loud. What did you expect me to do, bend him over my desk and nail him?”
“So nothing happened then?”
Ryan let out a frustrated sigh and hung his head down. Darren watched him for a moment, and he knew that there was something Ryan wasn’t telling him. The worst part was he didn’t even know what was upsetting him so much. He hadn’t been jealous back in Vegas. What the hell was making him so crazy now?
“What is it, Ryan?”
He lifted his head and gave Darren an apologetic stare.
“What? Did you kiss him then?”
“Yeah. I did.”
“I see.”
Darren drew in a breath and walked out of the room. He needed to get out of there and figure out why his emotions had taken a nose dive.
Ryan was close behind him. “Where are you going?”
Getting dressed, Darren answered. “I need time to think.”
“Time to think? Baby, we’ve been thinking for the past month. If you’re pissed about me kissing Michael, I understand. I can even promise you that I’ll never see him or speak to him again. Shit, if I have to I’ll quit my damn job. Just don’t walk away. Please.”
Darren was hopping into his jeans when he barked his response. “Don’t you get it? I don’t want you to quit your job. That’s the last thing I want. I’m just…I don’t kno
w. Pissed. Jealous. Mad. Envious. Fuck!”
“Baby, I’m sorry. Wait…why are you envious?” Ryan asked.
“That night…It was different. I love you, but I felt something for Michael. Whatever the fuck it was, or however twisted it might be, I felt it and it was real.”
Ryan wrapped his arms around Darren and whispered softly into his ear. “I know, baby. I know. It was a beautiful and unexpected mess. But I don’t want to lose you over it.”
Darren looked up at Ryan just as he felt tears begin to sting his eyes. “Would you hate me if I admitted that I want it again?”
“What again? That night? Michael?”
“Yeah.”
Ryan shook his head and kissed Darren’s forehead. “No, baby. I wouldn’t hate you. I know how confused you must be. Believe me. I want that, too.”
Chapter Nine
Michael hadn’t wasted any time when he woke to the voice mail from Darren. It had been the last thing he expected after his afternoon surprise of running into Ryan. He wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth though. He wanted Darren just as much as he wanted Ryan.
Thirty minutes after he had a shower and got some coffee into him, Michael pulled in front of Ryan’s house. For weeks he’d wondered if he’d ever see the two men who left him alone with the hotel suite again. He’d filed it away as a foolish hope and had finally begun to get them out of his mind when Ryan strolled back into his life yesterday. Now as he was about to see Darren again he couldn’t help but feel giddy with excitement. As crazy as it seemed, he missed him.
Michael stepped out of the car and took the sidewalk path two steps at a time, quickening his pace with every inch he got closer to seeing Darren again. He rang the bell and waited for the door to open.
“Hi.” Darren greeted him with a smile.
“Surprise!” Michael yelled.
Darren grinned. “It’s hardly a surprise when I am the one who called to invite you over.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Come inside.” Darren opened the door and motioned him inside. “Would you like something to drink?”
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