By the Numbers

by Chris Owen

  "Done? Are you sure?" Trey looked genuinely regretful and palmed Deuce's cock with one hand. "I can get you off."

  "Oh, I know." Deuce laughed and rolled over, reaching to the drawer. "And you will, trust me." He rummaged until he found what he needed and then rolled back, reaching for Trey to pull him close. "You're very, very good at that, and I have great plans for your mouth. But right now I want your ass." He kissed Trey's mouth and smiled again.

  Trey's eyes got that dazed look again. It was pretty cute. He melted against Deuce and let his hands wander wherever he wanted, which was mostly in the area of Deuce's groin. "Okay," Trey murmured, "but don't expect it to take very long. Well, for me, anyway."

  "Flatterer." Deuce kissed him again and then again, taking his time. He enjoyed kissing Trey, and it was a good way to get his breath back. With one hand he opened the lube, and with the other he petted Trey's body wherever he could reach. He started with his back and one arm, paused to pull at one tight nipple again, and when Trey gasped Deuce used his advantage to nuzzle into Trey's neck. One of Deuce's knees parted Trey's legs, and with a slippery hand Deuce touched. He touched Trey's cock, his balls, teased farther back, getting everything slick and wet.

  Trey was even more responsive than Deuce had anticipated. Anywhere Deuce touched, he heard a groan, a whisper, a soft sound that meant "do more of that". It would be tempting to spend hours just doing this, because Trey was definitely enjoying it. But finally, once everything was slick and Trey was likely as pliant and willing as he was going to get, Trey spoke up. "Okay, can you?" he asked in a low voice. "Please."

  "Please is a very good word," Deuce whispered. "I won't make you say it twice, though." He kissed Trey once more, because he was so wonderful to kiss, and got to his knees. "My hands are all wet," he said ruefully. "Can you open the wrapper for me?" It was the little details that caused trouble.

  The condom wrapper was a tricky little bugger. Either that or Trey's hands were shaking and making things difficult, but he managed to tear into the plastic and retrieve the rubber. "Can I put it on you?"

  Deuce nodded. "Yes." He moved an inch or two closer, shuffling on his knees and urging Trey's legs farther apart, draping them across his own thighs. "Go ahead." He slid two fingers through the lube behind Trey's balls and teased at the very edges of his entrance.

  "Okay, I --" Trey sucked in a breath and bit down hard on his bottom lip. "Deuce. I can't multitask. Move your hand."

  "You can do it." Deuce smiled and stopped moving his fingers but didn't take them away. "I know you can."

  "You have more faith than I do." Trey reached out and placed the condom at the tip of Deuce's prick, but before he rolled it down, Trey used one finger to swipe at the little drop of crystal fluid that beaded there. He touched it to his tongue and the corner of his mouth turned up in a smile. "Delicious."

  Deuce laughed and carefully pushed a rewarding finger into Trey's body. "Maybe after supper I'll let you suck me off while we watch TV."

  "You could let me do a lot," Trey purred. "And there's not much that I'd stop you from doing to me." He slid the rubber down over Deuce and gave him a firm stroke.

  "Well, maybe we'll explore that." There was a lot of ground implied in that statement. Deuce teased with his fingers for a moment and added the second. "But not yet. Right now I just want to sink into you and see how well we fit -- I have pretty high expectations, since everything else is perfect."

  That got him an indefinable expression from Trey. "Perfect. You think so?" He clenched around Deuce's fingers.

  "Uh-huh." Deuce nodded and thrust his fingers, fucking Trey with them slowly. "I like you a lot, Trey. I like this, I like your house. I like this life. I like the way you kiss me, I like the way you touch me, and I definitely like the way you suck my cock."

  Trey's tongue came out to lick at his top lip. "Yeah," he agreed at last. "I do, too. I like all of it." He arched off the bed a little and his eyes drifted shut. "Right now, this is my favorite."

  Deuce kept opening Trey, watching his face. There really wasn't a rush -- and it might be better to make sure that Trey was really ready since Deuce figured his own control would go far, far away when he finally got where he wanted to be. Trey was beautiful like this, so honest and open, completely unguarded. Deuce used as much lube as he dared and kept going, stroking in and out, watching for reactions when he changed angles and speed.

  He knew when he got to Trey's breaking point because Trey finally wrapped urgent fingers around Deuce's wrist and held him still. "Okay," he begged. "Enough. I want to feel you." Trey’s cock was nearly touching his stomach, it was so hard. "Deuce, come on."

  He nodded. He was there, too, every nerve raw. "You're gorgeous," he told Trey, withdrawing his fingers. "Amazing." Suddenly not willing to waste any time, not even a second, Deuce leaned forward and braced his weight on one hand, the other guiding himself into Trey. "Breathe for me. Don't forget to breathe."

  Trey nodded and let out the breath he'd been holding. "Easy. Go slow. It's been a while." His actions belied his words, though, as he helped guide Deuce in.

  "I'll try. I'll really, really try." It was as close to a promise as Deuce could get. The more he sank in, the more he wanted to pound in -- Trey was so warm, so firmly wrapped around him. "Jesus." Deuce had to close his eyes so he could focus.

  "There," Trey breathed, and clenched tightly. He reached down and began to stroke himself. "Okay. You can move." He kept his eyes closed, and there was a furrow of concentration between his brows.

  "Easy for you to say." Deuce took a deep breath and started rocking his hips, trying his very best to establish an actual pace and not just thrust and fuck wildly. Maybe someday, but not their first time doing this. But Trey was so responsive, fitting all the little bits of Deuce that most people didn't even know were there, that it was hard to take it easy. Mostly, Deuce wanted to let go follow all his baser urges. Trey deserved better, though.

  Deuce sped up gradually, lengthening his strokes until he was almost pulling out before thrusting in again. His arms were locked, taking his weight, and it was absolutely right. "Perfect," he whispered. "God, you feel just perfect."

  There was a light flush on Trey's cheeks and chest, and the sheen of perspiration covered them both. Trey's strokes on his own prick had become harder and faster. "I can't," he whimpered, opening his eyes and looking up at Deuce. The color of his eyes had shifted to the softest blue. "I can't wait. Need to come."

  Deuce nodded, not slowing. "Go ahead. I'll fuck you through it." Saying it made him shudder. "Do it. Come for me, Trey." His own balls lifted, and tension built in his spine. "Show me."

  As if Trey had been waiting for permission -- and maybe he had been -- he let go of his control and began to climax. Shudders wracked him and milky streams of spunk covered his hand and lower abdomen as he came.

  With every pulse Trey's body tightened around Deuce, each spasm of Trey’s orgasm making Deuce's that much closer. Deuce groaned, watching Trey's release, and thrust deep into him, over and over, until he couldn't move any longer, his own orgasm overtaking him. He had to close his eyes tightly as he came, had to hold still so he wouldn't fall forward and crush Trey underneath him, and all he could do was shake as he let go.

  When his muscles released and he could breathe again, Deuce carefully sank down, breathing hard. "Oh, yes. I think we have that going for us, too." He kissed whatever part of Trey was right there and tried to get his lungs under control.

  Trey snaked both arms around Deuce and held on, his face buried in Deuce's chest. His words were muffled. "You were right," he said against Deuce's skin. "Perfect."

  Deuce smiled and nodded. "Yeah. S'pretty damn perfect." He closed his eyes and didn't worry about the mess -- they could clean up later, have some supper. Then they could spend some time making up for three days apart.

  Pretty damn perfect, indeed.

  Ten

  The day of Deuce's office beach party was a
Sunday afternoon. Lacey had been with them since Saturday morning, and Trey was just waiting now for Holly to pick her up. Deuce was showering, so Trey was fervently hoping that he'd still be in there when Holly knocked on the door. So far he'd managed to keep them apart, which was a good thing.

  His luck had apparently run out, however. A glance out the window showed Holly pulling into the driveway just as Deuce appeared in the living room. He looked delicious and smelled even better. Trey could tell he'd shaved, and Deuce's hair was still damp. Somehow, though, Trey knew that Holly would fail to be charmed by these small details.

  "Mom's here," Trey told Lacey. She put down the video game controller and scooped up Six. Pi sat at her feet and watched, stubby tail wagging.

  "I want to take him with me," she announced.

  Trey ignored her. It was a familiar argument between them, one they had each time Lacey left to go back to her mother's house. He turned to Deuce instead. "Holly's here. Fair warning."

  His stomach felt queasy just from the sound of the doorbell.

  Deuce nodded at him and crouched down. "Pi, c'mere. Good dog." He rolled his puppy onto his back and rubbed his belly. "Hey, Lacey. Pi would miss Six too much. Can you get him down here like this?"

  Trey watched her trudge over to Deuce and kneel down to pet the bellies of both puppies. As she was otherwise occupied, he took a deep breath and opened the door. "Hi, Holls."

  "Hello." Her tone was flat, as it often was when it was her turn to pick up Lacey at Trey's place. "Is she ready?"

  "Mom!" Lacey bounced up and came to the door. "Come and see my dogs!"

  Trey gave a mental wince. Lacey had come to think of all three of the dogs as "hers" as long as they were in Trey's house. He hoped she wouldn't be too upset when Deuce moved out and took two of them with him.

  "Dogs, plural? I thought there was just one." Holly pinned him with a stare.

  "Come oooon."

  Lacey tugged at Holly's hand and Holly stepped over the threshold with a sigh. "Lace, we need to get you new ballet slippers, and -- hello." Holly raised a brow at Deuce, who was still on the floor with the dogs.

  "Hi, there." Deuce smiled up at her, one hand on Pi's belly. "This is Pi, she's mine. That's Six, Lacey and Trey's." He got to his feet and offered his hand to her, still smiling. "And I'm Nathaniel. My other dog, Q, is around here someplace. She's the mom of the pups."

  Trey watched warily as Holly shook Deuce's hand. This was the meeting he'd been dreading for a while, and things had potential to go downhill quickly. The only saving grace was that Lacey was in the room, and Holly adhered to their strict policy to never argue in front of their child.

  "Hi." She looked Deuce up and down. "I've heard a lot about you."

  "His name isn't really Nathaniel," Lacey piped up.

  Holly pursed her lips. "Is that so?"

  Deuce laughed a little and didn't appear to be intimidated. He grinned down at Lacey, though, and didn't look at Holly. "Actually, Nathaniel is my real name, Little Beans. My family and friends call me Deuce, which means you're a friend. Cool, huh?"

  Lacey put her head down so Six and Pi could lick her face. They did so with much gusto and tail-wagging. "Cool, Big Beans," she answered Deuce, and Trey couldn't help smiling.

  "Let's go, Lace." Trey reached out a sock foot and nudged her bum. "Mom says you have errands and stuff."

  She lingered a moment longer with the dogs before clambering to her feet and retrieving her pink princess suitcase with wheels. Trey knelt down, and Lacey gave him a tight hug, clinging to his neck for a moment. "Bye, Dad."

  "Bye, Boo. Got a four-day coming up. See you soon, right?" This part sucked, especially when Holly was standing over them.

  "Uh-huh." Her response was muffled. Lacey pulled away and patted Trey on the head. "Mom said I can call you."

  "Then call me." Trey smiled at her and stood. He opened the door and looked at Holly. "See ya," was the politest thing he could think of to say.

  Holly gave Deuce one last look before leaving through the open door without another word. Lacey bounced ahead of her, already switching back into "life with Mom" mode. She was good at it.

  Trey let the door close and turned to lean against it. It could have been worse, he supposed. Still, any visit with Holly always made him tense. "So," he sighed. "Now you've met my ex-wife."

  "She doesn't like me much." Deuce didn't seem overly bothered. "But Lacey does. That means I'm winning, right?"

  "Holly doesn't like me much, which means she doesn't like you by default. Sorry. But trust me, you're not missing out. You don't need her to like you." Trey paused and considered the rest. "But yeah, Lacey does think you're cool. That's all the 'like' you need from the females I'm involved with."

  Deuce nodded and shook off a puppy. "How about you?" he asked, stepping close. "You like me, right?"

  The puppy was undeterred by being shoved aside and attempted to fit itself into the diminishing space between them. Trey ignored whichever one it was and reached out to pull Deuce closer. "I like you. I like you a lot more than I thought I would when I pulled your dog out of a burning building."

  "Yeah, that wasn't my best first impression. But you were totally hot and sexy, and if I wasn't in a panic I would have noticed that even faster than I did." Deuce was right there, smiling at him, and getting closer to kissing him by the second.

  Trey snorted. "I was sweaty and covered with soot. Trust me, not sexy. You were cute, though. All worried about your pregnant dog." Trey grinned and waited for the kiss. Deuce had gotten into the habit of making Trey wait.

  "And you saved her." Deuce's mouth was merely half an inch from Trey's. "My hero." He kissed Trey's mouth softly and almost immediately followed that with a faster and deeper kiss, his tongue licking its way inside.

  Trey brought up a hand to slide around Deuce's neck and tilted his head to meld them together more thoroughly. It was always like this, Trey had discovered. There was always heat and attraction and something that drew them together like magnets. Sort of scary, if Trey took the time to think about it, but more often than not, Deuce never gave him time. It was like Deuce could read his thoughts and refused to allow anything negative to interfere with whatever good thing they'd found together.

  Held close by Deuce's hand on the small of his back, Trey could feel just how into it Deuce was getting. The kisses grew more intense, a little sloppy, and Deuce was pushing against Trey's thigh with something close to urgency. "I don't think we have time before the party," Deuce said, however, in direct contrast to the way he was acting.

  "We do for you," Trey whispered. He squeezed his hand in between them and into the waistband of Deuce's jeans without even unbuttoning the fly. He could feel smooth, warm skin and smiled into Deuce's mouth. "Why, Mr. Stoller. No drawers. I like it."

  "I know." Deuce gave him a wicked grin. "What do you have in mind? Oh, that. Do that again. Right there."

  Trey did it again, this time flicking his thumb over the head. He pulled his hand out, licked the palm, and went back to what he was doing. "Go fast," he urged. "I love that."

  "Really not a problem." Deuce spread his legs a little and put one hand on Trey's shoulder, hanging on. "You're so good at this." His eyes were drifting closed, but he was clearly fighting that, his eyelids fluttering.

  "I know what you like." That was true, Trey realized. He did know. Deuce liked a firm hold and a long stroke. He liked being deep-throated and his balls squeezed roughly. He liked soft good-night kisses and being bitten during sex. All of the "likes" had added up over time until Trey could say that yes, he knew what to do to make Deuce turn to pudding.

  Deuce's breathing wasn't quite turning into panting, but it was close. The fingers on Trey's shoulders were holding him tighter, and Deuce was looking down, watching. Trey could feel the shake in his leg and the way Deuce was starting to come apart. His cock was getting harder, leaking, and every once in a while it would give a little throb and Deuce
would gasp or moan or give a little grunt.

  "See?" Trey whispered. "Like right now. You're about to come, aren't you? You want to, but you're holding off like you always do." He tightened his fist even more and sped up his strokes.

  The sound Deuce made was almost a word, but it got caught in the middle and turned into a groan that got louder as he started to shoot, spilling over Trey's fist. His fingers dug in harder, almost hurting but not quite hard enough to bruise. "Oh, God."

  Trey was hard as stone in his own jeans and the noises Deuce made as he came were nearly enough to send him over the edge as well. He closed his eyes and took a steadying breath as he worked Deuce through his orgasm. "So pretty," Trey murmured. "You are the prettiest thing." He was practically holding Deuce on his feet as the poor guy's knees buckled and he clutched at Trey for support. "Okay?"

  "Oh, God," Deuce said again. "Yeah, way better than okay." His eyes were slightly out of focus and his smile was dopey. "Way better." He got himself to his feet and blinked a few times. "Now you," Deuce said, his grin growing as he reached.

  "No, we--" Trey cut himself off as soon as he felt Deuce's hand around him. It was all well and good to say they didn't have time, but then Deuce merely had to touch him and all Trey's good intentions went out the window. "Yes," he moaned, all senses tingling.

  "Yes, indeed." Deuce yanked Trey's fly open and palmed him firmly, then went to his knees -- luckily not squashing any puppies. "I love it when you say yes." Then he opened his mouth and took Trey in deep.

  Trey's head went back against the door with a thunk and his eyes widened in surprise. "Jesus," he gasped, already feeling tremors. He placed his hands gently on Deuce's head, just to feel, not to guide, and inched his hips forward.

  Deuce took it, licking and sucking before backing off and just teasing at the head for a moment. He swooped down again, his lips tight, and he hummed. Just a little, and not even really a song, but certainly something that was more than a moan. Not that it mattered what it was -- it was Deuce, sucking him off and not being shy about it at all.