by K-lee Klein
“How you wanna do this?” Devon asked with a rumbly growl, smothering Scott’s mouth in another kiss that ended in sweet little nips and sucks to Scott’s bottom lip. He pulled Scott to his side, slipping one of his legs between Scott’s thighs while his knee moved gently back and forth over Scott’s aching dick.
“The usual way?” Scott offered, too caught up in the pleasure already running through his body and brain. He wasn’t sure if Devon had been serious about coming in his jeans, but dammit if Scott wasn’t literally afraid he might lose himself from simply kissing this man, never mind all the other awesomeness he was being subjected to.
“You want me to…” Devon began.
“Oh, God yes. Are you always this annoyingly polite? Lube and condoms, top drawer. And get those darn pants off before I revisit my teenage premature ejaculation days.”
Bold and witty—who knew Scott could be both at the same time and under such desperate circumstances. He kicked his legs, trying to free them of the pants that still held his ankles hostage. Devon finally helped him out, tugging so hard Scott nearly slid off the bed, both of them bursting into nervous laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation. The snick of the lube tube broke the spell and Scott rose up to rest on his elbows, spreading his legs wide and watching Devon wiggle out of his jeans at the same time as he ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth.
He slipped the latex over his rock-hard erection and Scott moaned in despair of not taking the opportunity to worship that particular body part. The dramatic moment was cut short when Devon crawled between his legs and kissed him, deep and hungry, the two of them breathless almost before they started. He flinched when a cool, sticky finger brushed over his hole and broke the kiss momentarily to peer into Devon’s eyes.
“Slow?” Devon asked, shifting his body so he rested more on the bed and less on Scott. “When was the last time you—”
Scott narrowed his eyes, hips rising off the bed in an effort to encourage Devon to hurry the hell up. “Did I mention you talk too much? It’s been a while, but if you don’t do it soon, you won’t be doing it at all.”
Devon’s laugh was like fairy dust floating through the room, making everything dazzle and shine. He captured Scott’s lips again right before Scott felt the first stretch —careful, but firm. Devon circled Scott's entrance, stabbing the tip of his finger in then moving away again. He repeated his leisurely ministrations, much to Scott's chagrin.
An involuntary whimper escaped Scott’s throat, part pain, part pleasure, but all hurry-the-fuck-up. He bucked his hips, forcing the digit further inside. He hadn't lied. It had been a long time since he'd gone all the way, but hell if he was going to let that stop him from climaxing with Devon firmly planted in his ass.
Devon sucked Scott’s bottom lip between his teeth, one finger becoming two as he followed Scott’s forceful directions. He fucked both fingers in and out, faster and harder with each twist and stab, the added curl at the end spiking little promises of impending orgasm straight to Scott’s brain.
“Come on,” Scott demanded against Devon’s lips. He could barely form a thought in his head let alone complete a full sentence. “Dick not fingers.” Devon complied with a grunt, shifting until the head of his cock pressed against Scott's hole. He still went slow, stretching Scott until he was close to losing his mind. “Please. Move.”
A devious chuckle preceded Devon pushing in a little further. Scott’s body seized, he held his breath while every muscle and tendon clenched and flexed, fighting the intrusion, but also drawing out the promise of pleasure. Devon slowed again, his gaze meeting Scott’s in a silent question. Scott answered with a bossy buck of his hips, the motion impaling Devon’s cock further into his ass, the pleasure/pain rocking him.
After a few shallow thrusts, Devon wrapped his hand around Scott’s calf, stretching his leg up and to the side. He let his dick slip out then impaled himself fully, pounding in and out of Scott with no holds barred.
Fingers clutched in the blankets, Scott’s dick pulsed against his belly, leaking profusely. He gasped small controlled breaths, his whole body shifting and jolting at the force of Devon’s thrusts. It was harsh and unforgiving and took only minutes for Scott’s hips to surge up, deepening the thrusts to his sweet spot. He exploded all over himself in a rush of orgasmic happiness, stickiness flowing hot all over his belly and chest. Scott had never climaxed before without being touched, and it felt amazing.
He continued to grind his hips upward, enjoying feeling Devon’s thighs stiffen against him before a burst of warmth filled the condom. He wrapped a hand around Devon’s thigh, fingertips digging into the flesh, silently encouraging Devon to keep moving as long as he wanted, to fuck him through the aftershocks Scott could feel vibrating through Devon’s body. Several harder thrusts and Devon’s cock slipped out, his body collapsing on the bed beside Scott.
Scott lay still on his back, his come sticky and drying on his chilled skin. He wanted to offer some post-coital cuddling—really wanted that for himself—but history had shown him that one-night stands, in general, weren't all that cuddly. The decision was made for him when Devon’s head landed on his chest with a thud, little puffs of breath warming Scott and the arm wrapped around him, soft, and boneless.
“Awesome,” Devon said while Scott tried to casually sniff him. He was delicious; all sweat, musk, a little beer, and some motor oil mixed with pure sex. “You up for another round or you want me to leave?”
Not knowing exactly what to say to such a preposterous question nor having had anyone ask to stay before, Scott stepped out of his self-contained comfort zone and wrapped his arms around Devon’s back. He held him close, even kissed the top of his messy hair when Devon didn’t immediately move away. “Give me a minute and we can go again.”
“A minute, huh? That’s pretty quick. I must be way older than you then, man. I could use a few more than that, but I really have to get rid of this condom,” Devon mouthed against Scott’s hyper-aware skin over Scott’s heart, and his heart skipped a beat.
He loosened his hold, shoving Devon away before reaching down to carefully pluck the spent condom from Devon’s dick. A quick twist and tying off and he tossed it to the floor, something he knew he would totally regret in the morning when he realized how disgusting it was in the light of day. He proceeded to lick the sticky fluid from his fingers, drawing a sexy groan from Devon.
“Can I get you anything?” he asked, knowing he needed absolutely nothing but to lie there and feel Devon pressed against him. He had a propensity to get attached quickly—despite the whole one-night stand thing never turning out—and Devon was someone he could very easily get attached to.
Devon didn't answer. Instead, his soft breathy snores settled warm against Scott’s chest. Scott exhaled a sigh of relief—then closed his eyes. Sleeping beside someone was a nice surprise, but even nicer was the fact his one-night stand would show up unexpectedly the following weekend and keep coming back…
CHAPTER FIVE
They didn’t snag their table this time. Scott wasn’t sure only sitting there once together could technically even make it their table, and it would’ve been a little too weird and juvenile. Scott certainly didn't need to reveal all the sappiness that he tried so hard to keep hidden away. They took a table on the other side of the room, about the same distance from the small stage in the corner, but far enough away to still be able to chat.
A secret smile played on Scott's lips when Devon rested his hand on Scott's lower back as they wound their way through the crowd. He knew Devon was only guiding him to the table, but it still gave him a bit of a thrill. They took their seats, draped their coats over their chairs and folded their hands on the table in front of them. It was an awkward moment in a situation that really had no reason to be uncomfortable at all. When Devon reached over and snagged a finger under the knot in Scott’s tie, pulling it open until it hung loosely around his neck, it didn’t so much take away from the awkward as add a touch of exciteme
nt too.
“Are you trying to freak me out?” Scott asked. He let his eyes drift past Devon’s smugness to the tables behind and to the side.
Devon shook his head, dimples taking up all of Scott’s oxygen. “Not at all. Guess you don’t want me to undo your top buttons then?”
“No!” Scott felt that damn flush rise in his cheeks again. “I can do it myself,” he teased, making a mental decision to try and loosen up more than just his tie. Being out with Devon was what he’d wanted, so why ruin the experience with his insecurities? He’d never had a man do anything quite so intimate to him in public before, and with his track record, untying his tie was something he considered intimate.
“I like me a bossy bottom,” Devon teased, eyes bright, flashing under the dim lighting. He adjusted the baseball cap on his head, tugging it lower on his face.
“You're so weird,” Scott replied then flicked the brim of the hat Devon had wordlessly slipped on before they entered the club. “What's with this anyway? You trying to hide your lion's mane from the general public.”
Devon didn't so much go with the joke as skim over it. “Didn't have time to brush it.” The reply was totally out of character for the Devon Scott claimed to know but he continued without waiting for a snide remark. “The waitress looks pretty busy. I’ll um…go up and get our drinks. That okay?”
Scott went with it. “Sure. Grab a couple of menus too? I’m starving.”
Devon replied with a wink, brushing the top of Scott’s hand as he pushed his chair back and stood up. Scott wasn’t sure what kind of drink he’d end up with and he didn't care. He was pleasantly surprised when Devon brought back the exact wine he’d been drinking on the night they met.
“You have a good memory,” he offered quietly once Devon had settled back into his chair.
“I’m not just another pretty face.” Devon took a sip of his beer and curled his fingers around the bottle. “I think we already established things aren’t always how they appear.”
“Never thought you were.”
“What? Pretty?” Devon asked, lips curled sweetly..
Scott chuckled, leaned to the side and bumped his shoulder against Devon’s shoulder. “No, you’re definitely pretty.”
“Why thank you.” Devon did a little bow in his seat. “Does that mean I’m going to get lucky tonight?”
“I’m already lucky.” Oh crap. That's not what he'd intended to say at all, but now it was on the damn table and he hoped Devon would take the high road and ignore it.
Devon didn't hesitate. “Me too.”
Lucky for Scott, the music started at that moment. The lights dimmed further and Scott willed his nerves to settle; to listen, enjoy, and be with Devon. The performer was a Latin-based jazz musician whose catchy rhythms kept the crowd pin-dropping quiet with admiration. It was Scott's favorite kind of music and it seemed Devon enjoyed it too, though if Scott had to put a label on what he thought Devon’s kind of music was, jazz wouldn’t have been his first guess.
What was it that Devon had said though? Things aren't always how they appear. Scott was all right with that.
Halfway through the first set and after they’d inhaled their meals, Scott felt Devon’s hand slide over his thigh like a swoosh of heat straight to his cock. He didn't push the envelope though, simply cupped his knee, his thumb rubbing circles against the bone. Scott fought the urge to push it away, not so much fearful of someone seeing, but afraid of the rush of joy that tangled the strings of his heart.
He snuck a glance at Devon who seemed totally engaged in the music. His eyes traveled over the solid curve of his jaw, sexy prickles of five o'clock shadow, over the disheveled hair, the full, pouty lips, the gentle eyes peeking out from beneath the cap. Scott was in so far over his head with Devon that he was beyond drowning. He was dead in the water.
When the first set ended, Devon extracted his hand and Scott sat straighter in his chair, arms stretched over his head, only to have Devon tug one of his hands into his own.
“The guy’s really good,” Devon commented, tipping his head toward the stage.
Scott forced a calm expression, his heart so wrapped up in strong fingers and a warm palm he could hardly think let alone make small talk. “Yeah, I think…um, I think he’s been here before,” Scott finally said, letting his hand rest comfortably on the table, still tucked inside Devon’s. “I don’t usually do this you know.”
“Listen to music?”
Ducking his head, Scott stifled a giggle. “You’re such a smart-ass.”
“And here I thought you liked my ass. You can push me away anytime, you know?”
Scott snorted. “How stupid would that make me?” Devon did that endearing confused-head-tilting thing again. “Oh come on. Look at you and look at me. I’d have to be stark raving mad to let you go.”
But Devon didn’t look pleased with Scott’s answer and he proved it by pulling his hand away. “Why does it always have to come back to that, Scott? You give yourself no credit, and what, I’m supposed to sit here and stroke my own ego for letting you be with me? That’s not how I see our relationship at all.”
To say Scott was taken aback by the rough tone of Devon’s voice was an understatement. He hadn’t meant to upset Devon on their first night out together. Fuck, he never wanted to upset Devon at all, never wanted to be the cause of that disappointed expression on Devon's face.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, trying to backpedal. He leaned closer to Devon who had sat back in his chair. “I don’t know any other way to act. I’ve…god, I'm sorry. I've never been the guy who attracted anyone other than someone exactly like myself.”
“That has nothing to do with this.”
Scott swept a hand through his hair, his nerves dancing a polka so close to his skin he thought they'd carry him away. Be honest, Scott. Try that for once. “You make me nervous. And in all fairness, I do that pretty well all on my own, but still…it’s weird that you and I are…” Scott sighed. “Whatever the hell we are.”
Devon leaned so he was almost nose-to-nose with Scott. “I like you, Scott. Aren’t I making it clear about how I feel? Tell me exactly what might make you comfortable with me.”
Scott almost whimpered at that patient tone and obvious concern in Devon's voice. He pressed his forehead against Devon’s. “I am comfortable. You do make me comfortable, but a lifetime of non-relationships hasn't made me very trusting.”
“You always feel like you have to protect yourself?”
Scott lifted his head to peer into Devon’s eyes. “I guess so. I have a really good time with you, Dev. No, that’s a lie. I have a great time with you and you’re what I look forward to at the end of the week, or if I’m lucky, half-way through.” He smiled, hoping the gesture might placate Devon's frown. He didn’t want the night to end on a sour note, especially after he’d waited so long for the two of them to step outside the walls of his house.
“Would it be so hard to believe that I might look forward to seeing you, too? I mean, considering I think I've said it before.”
Scott shrugged, but one side of his mouth curled. “I guess I could try.”
“Alrighty then,” Devon said with a blinding grin. “More confessions from me then, yeah? How about this? I'll come right out and say it so there's no confusion. I look forward to seeing you, Scott Weston. Why else would I show up when I could obviously have any man, woman or alien I could ever want anywhere in the world or even universe?” He rolled his eyes at the end of his confession.
Scott squinted at him. “That was a joke, right?”
“God, I hope so since I feel kind of dirty now.” Devon’s face cracked in amusement.
They chortled out loud at the same time and Scott’s anxiety squeaked out with one of his chuckles. He hoped it stayed away this time. “Should I order another round?”
Devon quirked an eyebrow. He leaned in again and Scott mentally prepared himself for a public kiss. Instead Devon spoke mere inches from his mouth. “That would b
e amazing. I need to use the restroom first though. You, um, do you have to go too?”
“To the bathroom?” Scott asked in confusion. “Is this like how girls always go to the washroom in pairs? Do you need someone to tell you your makeup is flawless? Someone to hold your hand?”
“Or something?”
It took a dozen uncomfortable heartbeats until Scott's jaw dropped to the floor. “Or something? Something to what? Hold your…oh! You mean—you and I…in the bathroom? Oh my god. Really?”
“Ever explore your exhibitionist side, Scott?” Devon's words were laced with sex; slow, deep penetrating sex and Scott's dress pants were suddenly feeling the pressure. “You know I'd never push you to do anything you weren't comfortable with but…” Devon's sentence trailed off but his fingers crept over Scott's thigh.
Scott's mind reeled, and he madly hoped Devon hadn't been hiding the power of telepathy. Oh my God. Yes, please. Yes. Just yes.
Did Devon know bathroom sex was one of Scott's fantasies? Had he revealed too much in one of their sex-drunk conversations? Could he do it? He wanted to. Jesus Murphy, he wanted to touch Devon so badly right then. And he could, couldn't he? He'd only have to calm every sparking nerve in his body, ignore a steel-toed belief that sex was intended for the bedroom, and shove aside every insecurity he held about himself. Or he could drag Devon back to his place.
“I…” he began, staring into Devon's dark lustful gaze. He blew out a big breath. “I…we…okay. I can do this. I'll go first?” Devon looked stunned in the two seconds before Scott pushed his chair back and stood on shaky legs. He straightened his spine, keeping his head held high as he tried not to sprint to the bathroom.
He didn't think about the suit jacket he'd left on his chair or the fact Devon might not follow at all. He didn't pay attention to the guy at the urinal giving him a disgusted look when he pushed the bathroom door open so hard it banged against the wall. And once he got in there, he had no idea what he was supposed to do. So rather than loiter around the guy who looked ready to snap at him or snap him in two, he hurriedly locked himself in one of the stalls.
