He met Harvey’s confused gaze.
“We can take it slower if you want.”
“If we take it any slower, you’re going to have a fist full of cum.”
“Oh.” Harvey looked down at Jay’s cock and smiled. “I want to be inside you, Jay. I want to watch your face while I enter you. While I make love to you.”
Butterflies danced in Jay’s stomach. He hadn’t considered that Harvey would want to top him. He’d only let one person fuck him, and it hadn’t felt good. At all. But when Harvey said he wanted to watch Jay while he made love to him, it made Jay want to give Harvey anything he wanted.
Harvey sensed the hesitation. “Crap. I’m sorry. I didn’t ask. Do you top or bottom?”
“I usually top,” Jay said. He caressed Harvey’s hand—the one holding his length. “But for you, I’d make an exception.”
“No.” Harvey kissed Jay. “I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
In that moment, Jay knew without a doubt, he wanted to try. “The first and last time I let someone, it hurt. I want to feel you inside me. I’m just nervous.”
Chapter 7
Harvey Makes a Connection
Harvey smiled and led Jay by the cock over the sofa. “Where’s your lube and condoms?”
“Top drawer of my desk.”
Harvey raised a brow when he opened the drawer and found two full boxes of condoms and a good—sized bottle of silicone lube.
He glanced at Jay, naked from the thighs up. The young man grinned and managed a bashful shrug. “I’m no saint.”
“I guess not.” Damn! Thank God he wasn’t a saint, Harvey thought. He’d definitely go to hell for all the wicked things he wanted to do to Jay’s incredibly sexy body. The fact that Jay was willing to let him made the man even more appealing. Jay’s first anal had been a bad experience, so Harvey understood his fears. But he planned to make sure that this time Jay would feel nothing but pleasure.
He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, letting Jay watch as he took it off.
Jay let out a breath he’d been holding and groaned. “Oh, man. You have a hairy chest.”
Harvey pursed his lips. “Is that a problem?”
“Other than I’m about to shoot my load just looking at your fine, sexy chest? Nope. No problem.” His voice sounded strained.
Smiling, Harvey slid his slacks over his thighs, kicked off his shoes, then stepped out of his pants. His cock took up most of the room in the front of his boxer—briefs.
“Jesus,” Jay whispered, his eyes wide as he watched Harvey slide off his underwear. “You have a huge dick. I’m a little scared now.”
Harvey chuckled and watched Jay’s cock jerk with reaction. “Don’t be afraid.”
He knelt down in front of Jay and pulled off his tennis shoes, jeans, and underwear. The air chilled Harvey’s hot skin. Seeing Jay completely naked and semi—vulnerable rushed more heat to his groin. His balls tightened with anticipation. He settled in the space between Jay’s open thighs and placed a condom and lube on the floor next to his knee. “Trust me?”
He watched Jay’s Adam’s apple bob as he gulped, and half expected the young man to say “no” and go running for the weeds. Instead, Jay nodded.
Harvey urged Jay to the edge of the sofa, far enough his ass was just off. After, he lifted Jay’s left leg and placed it on his right shoulder. “I’m going to open you up. Try to get you relaxed and ready.” He lubed up his fingers with the silicone gel and placed another generous amount against Jay’s tight hole. He could feel the tension as he slid the tip of his finger just inside.
Jay gasped.
“Am I hurting you?”
Chapter 8
Jay Makes a Connection
“No, no,” Jay said through a ragged breath. Harvey wasn’t hurting him at all. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but it definitely wasn’t pain. It felt good, exciting, but he couldn’t get his body to unclench.
Harvey started moving his finger again in slow, short strokes pushing in then withdrawing slightly. “Relax,” he said, his free hand massaged the muscles of Jay’s ass.
Jay looked down, unsettled to see those bright blue eyes staring at him from behind his extremely hard erection. A throaty noise rumbled from his chest when Harvey came up on his knees and engulfed the length completely into his mouth. “Goddamn,” Jay muttered. “Goddamn.” He raised his hips and thrust into Harvey.
Harvey’s tongue darted over the slit in the head before taking him throat deep. Jay could see the tears forming from the lack of air as Harvey’s throat squeezed his cock tight. That’s when Harvey added another finger in his ass.
Jay groaned as he pushed down to take the fingers, now scissoring his opening, stretching him wide. “So damn good,” he muttered. “Stop sucking me. I’m going to come.” He grabbed his cock as it popped from Harvey’s lips and pinched at the tip. He wanted to wait. Wanted to come with Harvey balls deep inside him.
He could feel his ass finally relaxing, rocking his hips to take more as Harvey fucked him with his hand. He didn’t even tense when Harvey rose up and lifted his other leg, pushing both thighs back to completely expose his waiting ass.
Harvey tore the condom wrapper with his teeth, sliding it on the wide girth of his rock-hard length. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Jay. You look so damned hot.” He poured more lubricant in his hand and rubbed it over the condom and used what was left to prime Jay some more.
Leaning forward, Harvey rested the head of his cock at Jay’s hole. He moved his hip, sliding inside Jay with one easy glide.
They both sucked in a breath. Harvey was thick and heavy inside, stretching Jay wide. There was a slight pain, but not like his first time. This pain held the edge of pleasure. Harvey didn’t move. He just stayed still, his arms wrapped up under Jay, and pulling him close. He simply waited for Jay’s body to adjust to his size.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” Jay answered. He was more than okay. Sex had never felt so intimate, and he’d never felt so taken care of by anyone. “I’m amazing.”
Harvey grinned. “Yes, you are.” He withdrew his cock a little, and Jay could feel the slight pull in his channel. When Harvey thrust himself back in, Jay saw stars. Harvey’s length hit a magic spot inside him he didn’t even know existed.
“Ohh,” Jay moaned. “Yes, faster.” The friction of Harvey’s stomach against his cock as his lover quickened his pace was more than Jay could handle. He couldn’t hold off any more. Crying out, he arched as a ribbon of cum shot between them, tangling in the sexy hair on Harvey’s chest.
“Fuck, yes!” Harvey shouted. “God, yes!” He thrust hard one last time as he came inside Jay. When he’d finished, his gaze stayed on Jay’s face. “You’re fucking amazing.”
Jay smiled. “You are an amazing fuck, so we’re even.”
Harvey drew his finger through Jay’s cum on his stomach. He brought the pearly liquid to his lips and licked the finger clean. “I want more of this, Jay. More of you. Can I see you again?”
Once again, Jay felt his heart pounding in his chest. “Only if you don’t want me stalking you.”
Harvey laughed again, the sound a rich, low timbre making Jay’s cock twitch to life. Given some time, he really could fall in love, if he hadn’t already.
Chapter 9
Just a Beginning
As Harvey stared down into those golden—brown eyes, he knew he was smitten. Even with the ups and downs of the evening, this would be one of the defining moments in his life. A moment where anything and everything was possible. Forty-five wasn’t an ending. Jay kissed him with tender passion, and for once, Harvey wasn’t worried about the future. On the contrary, he was eager to see what tomorrow would bring.
The End
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The Hot Toddy
The Other Team, Book 2
G.R. George
Hot Todd Toddy Recipe
1 ounce whiskey or brandy
½ o
unce Triple Sec
1 tbs honey
1 lemon wedge
1 cup water
Bring water to a boil and remove from heat. Mix choice of Whiskey or Brandy with Triple Sec, Honey, and the juice of the Lemon Wedge in a mug. Slowly pour hot water over mixture and stir until honey is dissolved. There is nothing more comforting or satisfying than a Hot Toddy to warm a cold night.
Chapter 1
Fucking Todd
Soft music played in the apartment when Tucker Thompson wandered in at two in the morning. Just over the music, he heard grunting. Fantastic. Todd, his roommate, reclined back on the living room loveseat, bare-assed naked, and getting his dick sucked like a rock star.
Todd’s blond curls hung loose around his face, clinging to his sweaty skin. His wide mouth split his face in an open smile as he fisted his trick’s short, dark hair. He pushed the guy’s head up and down his length, eliciting strangled noises from the cocksucker. Todd saw Tuck right away, and the smile turned to a smirk. Of course, the man choking on Todd—and loving it—didn’t notice Tuck at all.
“Oh, yeah,” Todd said dramatically, his gaze directed at Tucker. “That’s right. Yeah. Suck it. Feels so fucking good. Such a hot mouth on you.”
The sound of him triggered a visceral reaction in Tuck, but even more so in the guy bobbing up and down on Todd’s cock, who started sucking faster and with more ferocity.
“Oh, fuck yeah.” Todd winked at Tucker. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Tuck rolled his eyes, tossed his coat over the back of the couch, and kicked his shoes off on his way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He’d had a headache all night, and Todd’s theatrics weren’t helping.
Todd would not shut up. “God, that hot mouth of yours. Oh, yeah, baby. So good!” Now that Tucker wasn’t in the room, Todd grew even louder, really putting on a show. “Oh, fuck, yes, yes!” he cried out. “Tuck! Yes, fuck, Tuck! Ah!”
The apartment got quiet except for the music. Shortly, he heard an angry, “Who the fuck is Tuck?” Next he heard Todd laughing, and, a few moments later, a hard door slam.
Shaking his head, Tuck tried, without success, to suppress a smile. Fucking Todd.
They’d grown up together in the same foster home. Tuck had been taken in at the age of nine, and Todd, who was his age, had come in two years later. They both had blond hair and blue eyes, though Todd’s eyes were a deeper, darker blue.
Through school, Todd had always been the tough one. He looked out for Tuck, keeping the bullies at bay. Todd’s mother had been a meth addict. They’d taken him from her when she ended up with a prison sentence as a third striker. Although Todd’s mother might have been neglectful, she hadn’t been abusive. Lucky Todd.
“That was a shitty thing to do,” Tucker told him when he rounded the corner back into the living room.
Todd was using a dirty T-shirt to wipe clean the mess of cum and spit glistening on his stomach. His muscular arms and chest flexed as he pushed the shirt around in a circular motion. God, he had a beautiful body, and he liked to show it off.
“Who gives a fuck?” He glanced at Tuck and wiggled his eyebrows. “At least I don’t have to worry about him stalking me. I love it when they come.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “And I love it when they go.”
Tuck choked back a laugh. “Did you have to use my name to chase him off?”
“It came on me like a flash of genius. A moment of brilliance, if you must know.” Todd stood up and threw the soiled shirt at Tuck. “Divine inspiration, even. Besides, it got rid of the twat, huh?”
Tuck caught the shirt before it hit his face. He could smell a mixture of Todd’s sweat and cologne clinging to the damp fabric. He resisted the urge to bring the shirt to his nose. He’d fantasized about Todd since they’d been teenagers. However, Todd thought Tuck was weak—someone who needed protection—not someone who needed a good fucking.
After high school, they’d rented an apartment together. They both worked odd jobs to support themselves. When they’d turned twenty-one, Jay Lincoln had given them jobs as wait staff and bouncers for The Other Team—the area’s first sports bar that catered to gay men. The place had become a home for both of them over the past year.
Jay had recently started dating a doctor. An older guy named Harvey. Tuck had never seen the boss so happy. He wondered what that kind of happiness felt like. He didn’t have the same kind of sex drive that Todd had—the compulsion to be desired by everyone. He only wanted one person, and that was the one person who wasn’t capable of sustaining a relationship longer than a minute past orgasm.
Todd leaned over and picked Tuck’s shoes off the floor, giving Tuck a bull’s eye view of his generous, gorgeous ass. “You know I hate it when you just kick your shoes off anywhere. We have a carousel by the door.”
Tucker hid his smile as he watched Todd. His cock twitched to life, growing semi-erect as he stared at his friend’s firm, rounded backside. He licked his lips, thinking about how much he wanted to grab up two handfuls of those luscious cheeks. God, the things he would do to Todd, if only he had the guts…
Next, Todd grabbed Tuck’s coat on the way to the door. He hung it neatly next to his own on a coat peg. After, he put the shoes into the carousel, left on the left, right on the right, both toes in first. “Why do you have to throw your jacket on the couch? Jesus, you’re a mess.”
Nodding, Tucker tried to pull off contrite. Did he have a passive aggressive streak? You betcha. “I know.” He smiled. “I’m going to bed. Long night.”
Todd liked everything in his life neat and tidy—growing up with a meth addict mother gave him control issues. He held tight to his illusion of control. It made it easy for Tuck to punish him whenever Todd pissed him off.
His feelings for Todd were making it harder and harder for Tuck to watch him share his body with strangers all the time. He’d never been intimate with anyone—not from a lack of offers. Instead, he’d never wanted anyone but Todd. Tuck found the occasional man attractive, and even the occasional woman, but they weren’t Todd.
Tuck was going to have to make some hard decisions if he wanted to have a life—a life that didn’t involve him pining away for a guy who didn’t see him as anything but a friend.
“Fucking Todd.”
Chapter 2
Fucking Tuck
After showering Tim, or Tom, or was it Dan? from his body, Todd Nelson lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t get his mind off Tucker. When he’d called out Tuck’s name while he was coming, it’d been a joke, but his body hadn’t thought it was funny. Not a bit.
People compared them all the time, but Tuck was much better looking. Model good-looking. His deep-set, light blue eyes were nearly violet, and he had sharp cheekbones, a perfect Roman nose, and full sensual mouth.
Todd became aroused as he thought about Tuck’s mouth. Oof. He rubbed his hand over the length of the shaft. The boy had no idea what kind of effect he had on Todd. Todd fantasized, and not for the first time, about how good it would feel to have that sexy mouth trail kisses down his neck and chest and stomach—Tuck’s tongue licking every crevice and dip along the way.
Todd wet his fingers and closed his eyes. He lightly touched the tips to his skin, trying to mimic the imagined sensations. The first time he’d met Tuck, they’d been eleven years old, just on the edge of puberty. Tucker had been a small kid, all skin and bone. On top of his size, he’d been what some might call “pretty.” It made him an easy target for bullies.
Todd had been physically stronger than Tuck, but he’d never been able to match Tuck’s iron will. The man’s indomitable strength is what made Todd fall in love with him in the first place.
When they were sixteen, he’d tried to tell Tuck how he felt. Tuck had reacted with anger, accusing Todd of messing with him. In his life, Tuck was the only person he ever truly cared about, so instead of forcing a relationship with his friend, who obviously didn’t want one, he took Tuck for what his friend could give him. Friendship. C
ompanionship. Family.
He rubbed his thumb over the straining tip of his cock, smearing the clear precum glistening around the opening. His stomach shivered as he pictured Tucker’s tongue dipping in and tasting him.
A bang on his door jerked him from his fantasy.
Tucker yelled through the barrier. “I’m taking a shift tomorrow night to train the new guy. I told Jay you’d bounce.”
“Okay,” Todd said. “No problem.”
Neither of them was afraid of hard work—one of the many things they had in common. They got along great, liked the same movies, music, and video games. They also had similar senses of humor. Other than the lack of sex, they were the perfect couple.
Fucking Tuck.
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G.R. George is the pen name for USA Today bestselling author Renee George. G.R writes GLBT contemporary romance and GLBT paranormal romance. Her hot, steamy romances highlight varying themes including gay and bisexual relationships. A published author since 2005, she has written and published over 30 books in the past decade. Accolades include: EcataRomance Award for Best Paranormal Erotic Romance and Best Gay Erotic Romance and a Literary Nymph Blush Award for Best Paranormal Romance.
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