Wade hissed and punched his hips up, pushing his cock into Rhys’s eager grasp.
One look at Wade’s face told Rhys he was far from unnerved by what they were doing. In fact, Rhys couldn’t remember ever seeing the intense light burning in Wade’s eyes. It took him a couple of seconds to figure out what it was.
Lust. Pure, unadulterated, blazing-hot lust.
And it made him want to do all sorts of wicked things to Wade.
Rhys moved off the couch and dropped down on his knees between Wade’s thighs, dying to experience one of his filthiest fantasies.
Wade’s eyes widened when Rhys curled his fingers around the base of his thick shaft.
Rhys looked up at Wade, silently seeking his permission.
Wade’s breath shuddered out of his lungs. He widened his thighs, reached down with one hand, and rubbed his thumb across Rhys’s lower lip, his gaze molten.
It was all the invitation Rhys needed. He leaned forward, opened his mouth, and swallowed Wade’s cock whole.
Holy fuck!
Wade’s balls tightened against his body at the sinful feel of Rhys’s mouth engulfing his shaft. He shivered when he felt the sensitive head hit the scorching depths of Rhys’s throat.
Rhys curled his clever tongue around Wade’s cock, hollowed his cheeks, and dragged his lips along the twitching surface as he pulled his head back, creating the most incredible sucking motion with his jaw.
Wade cursed out loud.
Rhys smiled as he let go of Wade’s shaft, the head popping out of his lips with a wet sound.
“Like that?” he murmured.
One of Wade’s hands found Rhys’s chin while the other gripped his dick and guided it to Rhys’s mouth.
“Suck it,” Wade growled, pushing the glistening tip between Rhys’s lips.
Instead of shocking Rhys, Wade’s filthy command made his eyes burn with desire. He grinned, licked the pre-cum oozing out of Wade’s cock, and started blowing him like a pro.
As Rhys sucked Wade toward his orgasm, Wade couldn’t help thinking that he hadn’t seen anything as arousing as Rhys in the throes of passion. And when Wade twisted his fingers in Rhys’s hair and guided Rhys’s lips to work his dick just the way he liked it, his hips thrusting up powerfully to fuck Rhys’s throat, Wade knew no one could ever satisfy him the way Rhys was pleasuring him right now. And when Wade came in Rhys’s mouth, his pulsing cock filling Rhys’s cheeks with his seed while animal grunts tore out of his throat, the look on Rhys’s face made his heart contract with a feeling he’d never experienced before.
Chapter 9
Best. Blowjob. Ever.
Those three words blazed at the forefront of Wade’s muddled mind while his heart raced and his chest heaved with his breaths. He shivered when Rhys let go of his spent dick and blinked in time to see Rhys lick his own lips.
The indecent image of Rhys kneeling between Wade’s thighs in his custom-made Italian suit, buckle undone and zipper down, his perfect hair mussed by Wade’s fingers, made Wade’s cock twitch back to life. He leaned down, grabbed the back of Rhys’s head, and kissed him hard.
Shit. That’s— Wade shuddered when he tasted his cum on Rhys’s tongue —so fucking hot.
“Let’s move this to the bedroom,” Wade growled.
Rhys stiffened in his hold. Wade pulled back slowly and stared at him.
“What are we doing?” Rhys said quietly.
Wade’s heart sank as he studied Rhys. The passion was fading from Rhys’s eyes. In its stead were the emotions Wade had glimpsed before. Painful acceptance. As if what was happening between them was doomed to end before it even started.
“Something we should have done a long time ago,” Wade said stiffly, clamping down on the irritation surging through him.
Rhys sighed, adjusted his briefs and zipper, and climbed to his feet. He dragged a hand down his face. “Do you really think you can take me into that bedroom and fuck me, Wade?”
Wade narrowed his eyes. He slipped his dick back in his pants, zipped up, and rose from the couch. “Why are you fighting this?” he bit out.
Rhys’s eyes widened. “Why am I fighting this? The question is, why aren’t you? You’re the least gay man I know!” He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand and exhaled loudly, frustration darkening his gaze. “You have no idea what happens when two men have sex. I won’t get wet like a woman. You’ll have to prep me. And it won’t feel like fucking a pussy either.”
“I know that!” Wade snapped. “I’m not exactly a stranger to anal sex. And I’ve been doing my research!”
Rhys rocked back on his heels. He gaped at Wade. “Come again?” he spluttered.
“Well, at least one of us would have come again by now had a certain somebody not gone all prissy on me,” Wade retorted.
Rhys ignored the taunt. A muscle jumped in his jawline as he frowned at Wade. “Answer the question, Wade.”
Wade ran a hand through his hair and met Rhys’s stare head on. “I’ve been reading up and watching, um, videos.”
Rhys blinked slowly, disbelief resonating through him at Wade’s outrageous admission. “You?”
“Yes.”
“Watching gay porn?” Rhys repeated carefully.
“Yeah.” Wade’s ears reddened slightly.
“And you weren’t…disgusted?” Rhys said, arching an eyebrow.
“No,” Wade said. He grimaced. “Although some of the stuff was a bit out of my comfort zone.”
Rhys hesitated, his heart starting a steady pounding against his ribs. “And the stuff that wasn’t?”
Wade’s eyes darkened. “It turned me on when I thought of doing them with you.”
Rhys’s pulse accelerated under Wade’s heated gaze. Fuck. What the hell do I do with that?
Wade stepped toward Rhys. “I particularly liked all the different…positions.”
Rhys’s dick throbbed at Wade’s husky voice. He could tell Wade was getting aroused again from the way his pupils were dilating.
Wade stopped in front of Rhys. “I didn’t know a man’s body could be that—,” he clutched Rhys’s butt in one hand and jerked him forward until their groins met, “—pliable.”
Rhys bit back a groan and placed a hand on Wade’s chest. “Stop right there. I think we need to lay down some ground rules.”
Wade’s expression fell so comically Rhys almost laughed out loud.
“What kind of rules?” Wade grumbled. Lines wrinkled his brow in the next instant. “They had better not include stupid shit like no sex before the third date, ‘cause I don’t think my dick could survive the torture.”
Rhys bit his lip to stop himself from grinning. “Well, no, not quite that bad.” He sobered as he looked at Wade. “You need to give me some head space. This—,” Rhys raised a hand and cupped Wade’s cheek gently, “—is happening way too fast for me.”
Wade closed his eyes and shuddered. He turned his head and pressed a hot kiss to Rhys’s palm before opening his eyes and fixing Rhys with a hard stare.
“Okay,” Wade said reluctantly. “But no more running away.”
Rhys chewed his lip and dipped his chin.
Wade studied him with a thoughtful frown. “Six weeks.”
Rhys blinked. “What?”
“That’s my proposition to you,” Wade said. “If it makes you more comfortable, we’ll try this out until the end of the Osaka project, then…reassess.”
Rhys watched him for a silent moment. “Six weeks, huh?” he said finally.
“Yup,” Wade said.
Rhys shivered at the light dawning in Wade’s eyes.
A wicked smile curved Wade’s lips. “And Rhys? You better bring your A game.”
“Dinner and a movie?” Wade repeated.
“Uh huh,” Rhys said.
“Really?”
Rhys sighed at the sarcasm dripping off Wade’s words.
It was the day after and they were going over the details of a new contract in Rhys’s office.
“I’ll make it a chick flick if you’re not careful,” Rhys warned.
“Alright, alright,” Wade muttered. He watched Rhys for a moment. “Is that what you normally do? What you did with—,” he grimaced, “—Michael?”
Guilt stabbed through Rhys at the mention of Michael’s name. He’d finally called the lawyer last night and had the conversation he’d been putting off since the day before.
“I’m sorry, Michael,” Rhys had said quietly. “You don’t deserve what happened.”
Stilted silence had echoed across the line.
Michael had finally sighed. “I really like you, Rhys. I wanted to take our relationship to the next level. I was going to suggest it that night.”
Rhys had closed his eyes and swallowed a curse at Michael’s softly spoken confession.
“Is the reason you went out with me because I…look like him?” Michael had asked.
“I—,” Rhys had hesitated, “—I can’t pretend that wasn’t the initial reason why I was attracted to you. But I also genuinely like you as a person.”
“How long have you been in love with him?” Michael had asked after a pause.
Rhys had straightened on his bed at the question. “Twelve years,” he’d finally admitted in a low voice.
“Shit,” Michael said. A bitter chuckle sounded on the line. “I can’t compete with that.”
Rhys’s nails bit into his palm. He’d never felt more of an ass than he did in that moment. “I—”
“It’s okay,” Michael said in a resigned tone. “The heart wants what the heart wants.” He faltered. “Are you two going out?”
“Kinda,” Rhys admitted. “We’re trying to take things slow.”
“But he’s straight, right?” Michael said insistently.
Rhys nodded before realizing Michael couldn’t see him. “Yes.” A wry grimace twisted Rhys’s lips. Trust a lawyer to know that instinctively.
“And he wants this? He wants you?” Michael said skeptically.
Rhys had thought of the way Wade had kissed him and touched him in the last two days. “Apparently, yes,” he’d admitted, hoping his voice did not reflect his own doubts.
“Be careful, Rhys,” Michael had said before they ended their call. “If you ever need to talk, I’m here.”
Rhys gazed at Wade presently and finally answered his question. “Sometimes.”
Wade raised an eyebrow. “And the other times?”
Rhys shrugged. “We just met up at a hotel and fucked.”
Wade scowled. “Shit.”
“Now you know how I felt every time you disappeared off with the wettest pussy you could get your hands on,” Rhys said tartly.
“Fuck,” Wade said.
Chapter 10
Wade studied Rhys as the latter ordered popcorn and drinks from the concession stand. It was Saturday night and they’d just had dinner at one of Wade’s favorite restaurants in midtown.
Rhys had turned up for their date in a white dress shirt and casual, gray pants. He’d completed the look with a dark blazer and a blue scarf that highlighted his eyes.
Wade couldn’t help notice the flattering looks the other diners in the restaurant had cast at Rhys while they were having dinner.
Well, he is stunning. And clever. And charming. And he has the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen.
Wade had swallowed a curse when he’d felt his dick throb beneath the table. He’d spent the next hour of their meal convincing his hard cock that it wasn’t going to get any action tonight. Which was a pity, considering how hot Rhys was looking.
“Here,” Rhys said presently, plonking a popcorn box in Wade’s hand. “Salted caramel.”
Surprise flashed through Wade.
“You remembered,” he murmured as he followed Rhys into the cinema.
“Well, yeah,” Rhys said, ears flushing slightly.
Damn. He’s fucking adorable.
“You know—,” Wade leaned forward and brought his lips to Rhys’s right ear as they entered the movie theater, “—that’s kind of what you taste like. Salted caramel. I just realized.”
He was rewarded by Rhys shivering and casting him a heated look over his shoulder. Wade’s eyes widened when Rhys guided him to the rows at the back.
“Here?” Wade glanced at the distant screen. “You sure?”
“Yeah,” Rhys said.
The movie was the latest action blockbuster out of Hollywood. Thirty minutes into the film, Wade’s attention and that of his dick started wandering to the man sitting next to him once more. Rhys had slouched in his seat and was watching the screen with a focused expression, one arm across his chest and propping an elbow, his chin resting on his folded knuckles.
Or so it seemed anyway.
Rhys glanced at Wade. Wade’s breath caught. He was pretty certain he’d read the expression on Rhys’s face correctly. Wade’s gaze dropped to Rhys’s crotch and the unmistakable bulge denting his pants. Wade licked his lips, desire flaring through him.
Yup. He’s fucking turned on alright.
Wade almost cursed out loud when Rhys suddenly reached out and ran his left hand up from Wade’s right knee to his thigh, kneading his tense muscles. Wade peeked left and right along their row.
They were the only ones in it. The closest people were seated two rows down and to their left.
Is this why he chose—
Wade hissed as Rhys boldly palmed his aching cock through his trousers. He glanced sideways at Rhys and saw the smirk curving his beautiful mouth. Wade rolled his hips up against Rhys’s hand and grinned savagely when he saw him bite his lower lip.
The sound of Rhys unbuckling Wade’s trousers was lost in the noise of the car chase happening on the screen. Then Rhys was holding Wade’s naked cock in his hand and stroking him, his eyes still focused up ahead, the only signs he was aroused the erection tenting his own pants and the slight flare of his nostrils as he breathed heavily. Pleasure slammed through Wade at the sweet friction of Rhys’s fingers on his shaft. He swallowed a grunt when Rhys alternated between caressing the sensitive head of his cock and rubbing his twitching length, wrist moving in a skilled motion that made Wade’s toes curl.
Wade’s breath locked in his throat when Rhys suddenly twisted in his seat and leaned down to take Wade’s cock in his mouth. Wade closed his eyes at the sinful move. He laid his arms along the back of the seats on either side of him and held on tight, knowing he was in for one hell of a ride.
Rhys didn’t disappoint as he started licking and sucking Wade with his gifted lips and tongue before taking him all the way back into his throat, one hand wrapped tight around the base of Wade’s rock-hard shaft.
Wade cursed in a low voice and dropped one hand to Rhys’s head. He twisted his fingers in the styled blond locks and felt Rhys groan around his dick as he rolled his hips and started thrusting up. Tension wound through Wade as he fucked Rhys’s mouth in the dark movie theater. He’d never been so turned on in his life, and he knew it had as much to do with the man giving him a spectacular blowjob as it did with them performing the illicit act in a public place.
Wade’s orgasm soon raced through his clenched balls and belly. He stiffened and grunted as he came in Rhys’s mouth, filling Rhys’s cheeks with his cum. Rhys gulped and swallowed, his tongue lashing Wade’s sensitive dick in exquisite flicks, his breaths washing out through his nose in harsh pants and tickling Wade’s groin.
Wade slowly relaxed back down on his seat as the pulses of his orgasm started to fade, his mind numb with pleasure and his body sated for the moment.
Rhys straightened, took a sip from his drink, and flashed a filthy smile at Wade.
This little—
Wade reached out with one hand, unzipped Rhys’s slacks, and dipped his fingers inside Rhys’s briefs. Rhys shuddered when Wade closed his palm around his engorged dick. He parted his thighs and slouched in his seat as Wade started giving him a hand job, his knuckles whitening where he gripped the arm rests.
It wasn�
�t long before Rhys came. As the first wave of his orgasm sent his hips jerking against Wade’s hand, Rhys turned, gripped Wade’s shirt, and buried his face against Wade’s shoulder. He held on to Wade’s chest for dear life as he groaned and panted in pleasure, teeth biting into the material while his hot cum spurted in Wade’s cupped palm.
Shit. I’m hard again.
Chapter 11
Rhys hesitated before pressing the buzzer outside Wade’s apartment. His fingers clenched around the bottle in his hand.
It was the weekend after Wade and he had gone out for a meal and indulged in their illicit sex play at the back of a movie theater.
Wade had invited him over for dinner.
Eating at each other’s place was something they used to do when they lived in Chicago and it was a habit they had fallen out of since they’d come to Japan. But tonight was more than just a simple meal between two friends.
It was their second date and Rhys was a mass of nerves.
He’d barely slept the past week, Wade’s words after they’d left the movie theater playing over and over again in his mind while he tossed and turned in bed. It was with considerable reluctance that Wade had allowed Rhys to go back to his apartment on his own as they’d stood on the busy midtown street that night.
“I can tell winning you over is going to be hard work,” Wade had admitted with a sigh. “I’ll let you go tonight, but only if you promise to come over to mine for dinner next Saturday.” He’d grimaced briefly. “If I wasn’t flying out tomorrow afternoon, I would have you over sooner.”
Wade was going to Chicago for the week to take care of some business matters at the branch there.
Rhys had swallowed his misgivings and murmured, “Alright,” with a dip of his chin before he’d stepped into the back of a waiting cab.
Wade had leaned down and brushed his lips against Rhys’s cheek as he settled on the seat, surprising him.
“Just so we’re clear, I’m planning on really enjoying my…dessert that night,” Wade had murmured tantalizingly in Rhys’s ear a second before he straightened and closed the vehicle’s door.
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