by Lynn Tyler
The expression went straight to Neil’s groin. Every drop of blood in his body rushed to his cock, which twitched in his pants, trying to lengthen and harden, and was promptly reminded how tight his jeans really were. Crap, he’d better think of something gross before Aaron noticed his predicament. Or before his dick snapped off.
Thinking of something disgusting was hard when Aaron’s long, elegant fingers fondled the paper cup as if it was a lover. What would those fingers feel like caressing his dick?
The muscles in his thighs clenched at the thought, and he removed his jacket, making sure it covered up the bulge behind his fly.
Aaron cleared his throat, shaking him out of his reverie. A quick heat began to prickle at his neck, alerting him to the fact that he was blushing, when he caught the direction of Aaron’s gaze. Those sparkling eyes were trained right on his crotch. “Happy to see me, Neil?” he said with a wicked smile.
Neil choked on his coffee, barely managing to keep the liquid in his mouth. Was it possible to swallow one’s tongue? Because he was pretty sure it was at the back of his throat, threatening to slide down to his stomach. He put his coffee down before he dropped it. Had he actually heard right? Aaron was flirting with him?
The man in question rose from his chair and stepped close to him. God, their bodies were so close they were practically touching. If he just shifted his hips a little to the left, their dicks might even brush together.
What the fuck should he do? He’d been waiting for a moment like this for the entire time they’d known each other. Fantasized about it. Dreamed about it. Hell, he whacked off to this very scenario at least once a week. The image in his mind usually included a woman with them, but he’d take this if it was all he could get.
Every sense in his body woke up and stood at attention. He was mild mannered in the regular world, but he was dominant in bed. If they were going to get into a relationship, and he hoped to hell they were, Aaron needed to know that he was in charge of their sex life. He wasn’t a Dom necessarily, nor did he need a sub. He just liked to drive his partners wild in bed. He got off on teasing and edging his lovers until they couldn’t take it anymore and then drawing out their pleasure as long as possible. No one ever left his bed unsatisfied, and he’d had people call for months after they’d broken up, begging for one last chance to be with him again.
In the past, he’d have considered taking a partner back into his bed after they’d broken up. There was nothing more thrilling than knowing he’d pushed his partner past the point of no return and into the most powerful orgasm of his or her life. But he’d been getting restless lately. Like something was missing from his life. He had an inkling that he was feeling the need to settle down, and he just couldn’t decide if he should pursue a relationship with another man or a woman.
Aaron, though…Aaron could be the one he’d been waiting for. Was he gay though? Bisexual like he was? Would he be agreeable to bringing a female to their bed occasionally? Because Neil didn’t think he could give up the feminine sweetness that only a woman could bring to a relationship.
There was only one way to find out. He circled around the beautiful man until their positions were reversed. In two steps, he had Aaron’s back against the wall. He propped his hands against the plaster on either side of Aaron’s head. “Yes, I’m very happy to see you.”
The scent of musk, soap, and some other undefinable but arousing smell wafted up from the man’s skin. It made his dick harder than it’d ever been before, and he couldn’t help grinding against Aaron’s pelvis ever so slightly.
A soft moan sounded in his ear. What a sweet, hot man he had in his arms. Well, almost in his arms. And the cock rubbing against his was far from soft. It felt huge. Oh, the things he wanted to do with it. Would Aaron be cut or left in all his natural glory? Would the tip get red or go purple just before a climax? How would it feel in his hand? In his mouth?
There were so many questions that he wanted answers for. And he intended to get them. But he wanted so much more than a quick lay from Aaron. Hell, he wanted more than a couple of weeks or even months. He wanted it all with Aaron. Starting with a date. “Go out for dinner with me tonight.”
It was more of an order than a request, but he hoped Aaron would agree anyway.
A whimper followed another moan, and Aaron’s breathing sped up. “Okay,” he whispered.
Neil smiled his approval. He wouldn’t have taken Aaron for a man who handed over control very easily, but it certainly seemed like the man was craving being able to let go.
Pleased that he’d gotten his way, Neil pushed away from the wall and stood up straight. His body immediately mourned the loss of contact with Aaron’s.
Aaron shot him a look, a charming blush making its way up his cheekbones. Lord, the man had the bone structure of a Greek god. Those sculpted lips opened and began forming words. “Can I pick the restaurant?”
“Whatever you want, Aaron.” Hopefully he would get what he wanted tonight and every night for as long as Aaron would have him.
The corner office Aaron worked in smelled heavily of coffee, mint chewing gum, and something ancient he couldn’t put his finger on but was more arousing than anything he’d ever scented before. He didn’t want to poke at his good luck, but he just had to know. “Why now?”
Aaron pushed his shaggy blond hair out of his eyes and looked at him innocently. “What do you mean?”
That innocent expression wasn’t going to fool him. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for almost five years. What’s changed all of a sudden?”
“Oh. I guess it just seemed like the right time.” Aaron smiled coyly, but the stubborn set of his jaw told Neil he wouldn’t get anything else out of him. At least not right now.
Neil shrugged and shifted his backpack around so it sat more securely on his shoulders. “I’ll meet you here at five tonight?”
Aaron pursed his lips, and it was all Neil could do to stop himself from taking the kiss he so desperately wanted. “Make it six and we have a date.”
He left the office grinning like a loon. Hopefully, six o’clock would be the start of something new.
Chapter 3
Eros practically rubbed his hands together with glee when the hostess seated them in Talia’s section. Not that he couldn’t have magicked their way into her section, but it seemed that the Fates were on his side tonight.
He had been debating on the best way to ask Neil out to dinner when the man had walked into his office that morning, bearing coffee, wearing a sweet smile, and sporting a woody the size of a brick. And crap, the thing had almost reached halfway down Neil’s leg. Did the guy have something against underwear? Eros hadn’t been able to get any work done at all. He’d been too busy wondering if Neil wore boxers or briefs. He’d been betting on boxers, since Neil had kind of looked like he’d been free-balling it.
“Aaron?”
Eros looked at Neil in surprise. Did he miss Neil talking to him again? He’d thought the name Aaron was close enough to his real name that he would be able to respond to it immediately. Apparently he’d been wrong. He must look like a complete idiot. Hopefully a cute one though. “Sorry?”
“I asked why you picked this place. It’s cute, but a little out of the way and full of students.”
If Neil knew the real reason he’d actually decided on this little hole in the wall, he’d probably make a break for it.
“Hi, I’m Talia, and I’ll be your server today.”
Then again, maybe Neil wouldn’t have run away, given the way he was staring up at their waitress.
“Hey, Aaron. How are you?” Her bright smile widened even further.
“Evening, Tal. I’m good, thanks. You?”
Neil’s gaze was bouncing back and forth between them, lust glittering brightly. Eros took a quick second to dip inside the fantasy Neil was currently having and his mouth dried. In Neil’s mind, he had them both restrained to a giant four poster bed and was teasing both of them by turns. Maybe this w
ould be easier than he thought.
“I’m good, thanks. How did your midterm go?” Talia was putting herself through school, majoring in history. Ancient Greek history, which he just so happened to be an expert at.
“I got an A, thanks to you.”
Of course she got an A. Who else was tutored by an honest to goodness ancient Greek god? He grinned and gestured to the man sitting across from him. “This is Neil. We work together.”
She smiled down at them. “Can I take your orders?”
That was his cue. He reached across the table and squeezed Neil’s hand briefly. “I’m going to have my usual, Tal.” The cracked leather booth seat groaned as he stood up. “I just need to use the restroom. I’ll be back in a minute.”
He had to force himself to walk toward the restrooms. When he was safely out of sight, he closed his eyes and concentrated on the two people he’d left at the table. Neil was still caught up in his bondage fantasy, only now Talia was begging for release.
Talia was picturing something else entirely, although it was no less arousing. In her mind, he and Neil were making out while she masturbated in front of them.
Fuck if he was going to last through the night.
He stared at his fingers, summoning his gift. He didn’t need to use its full strength. After all, he didn’t want them to be so in love that they forgot about him. They just needed that little push.
In the blink of an eye, Neil and Talia instantly believed in love at first sight. All that crap about him needing to shoot people with an arrow was just that. Crap.
He sent a wave of subtle power toward the two and waited a suitable amount of time before jogging back to the table, ignoring the annoyed gasps of other patrons. Didn’t they know that pissing off a god was a bad idea?
He slid into his seat again and glanced up at Talia. Her face was flushed, and her breath was a little labored. Those sweet nipples he’d been fantasizing about were peaked, practically straining toward them, and she was flustered in a way he’d never seen her before. Perfect.
Neil was shifting around in his seat, and Eros would bet anything that the man had sprung a stiffy.
Excellent. Now all he had to do was sit back and wait for the sparks to start flying.
Talia shot them a smile and stuck the pencil she was holding behind her ear. “I’ll run your orders back to the kitchen.”
She hurried off and Eros grinned. “So, what was that all about?”
Neil fiddled with a napkin. “I asked her out. And she said yes.”
Well, Neil’s confusion wasn’t exactly the reaction he’d been expecting. “What’s wrong with that?”
The mortal looked at him like he’d grown another head or something. “Um, I thought we were on a date.”
Right, of course they were on a date. Well shit. He could have planned this better. “It’s cool, man. She’s hot, and it’s not like you’ve never been attracted to a girl before, right?”
“You’re really okay with this? I mean, I’m still really attracted to you. I’m not really sure what’s going on with me.”
It was good to know that he hadn’t completely killed his chance at being with them. “Come home with me tonight and show me just how much you’re attracted to me, and we’ll call it even.”
* * * *
Neil blinked the haze from his eyes. What the fuck was going on with him? One second he was sure he could spend the rest of his life with Aaron, and the next he was in love at first sight the second he’d been introduced to Talia. And then he was immediately back to lusting after Aaron.
He played with his food, confused but as aroused as ever. The idea of being in bed with Aaron, with finally being able to touch that body he’d been craving for years, pushed his confusion aside. He had the rest of his life to be confused. He may only have this one time with Aaron. “Ready to go?”
A flirty grin spread across Aaron’s face, and he rose from the table. “Let me just grab the bill.”
Neil was treated to the sight of Aaron’s pert, perfect ass flexing in his fitted jeans. The sight of Aaron leaning down to whisper in Talia’s ear, buzzing his lips on the corner of hers, inflamed his lust even higher. What would the two of them say if he asked her to join them?
Aaron jerked his head to the side, and Neil got up to join them. “I’m just going to run out and bring the car around. Do you mind just waiting for my change?”
Neil smirked. Wait with Talia? No problem.
The blond walked out of the restaurant without even waiting for a response. “What time were you thinking for our date?” Talia asked in a low voice.
He thought about the beautiful man waiting for him in the car, but the burning desire to get to know Talia better swamped him. “How about Saturday night, seven o’clock?”
By the time he’d gotten the details about where to pick her up, Aaron was already waiting outside with the car running. He opened the passenger side door and got inside.
Aaron was silent as he drove, but the quiet was comfortable. There was something so soothing about Aaron, and Neil ceased to feel awkward about his need to be with both Aaron and Talia. Maybe that would change later, but for right now, he relished in the feeling.
The car stopped at a modest house in the suburbs. He got out and looked around curiously. This small bungalow did not seem to fit Aaron at all. The man, while never pretentious or snobby, always seemed so regal. Maybe it was the classic bone structure or something. Whatever it was that made him think it, he’d always pictured Aaron living in a grand mansion type of home.
Keys jingled behind him, and Aaron stepped past him to unlock the door. He followed Aaron over the threshold and shrugged out of his light jacket, hanging it on one of the hooks on the wall. Aaron glanced over his shoulder, and Neil was instantly charmed. The man looked like he had no idea what to do now that he’d gotten Neil back to the house. A sweet blush was rising on Aaron’s cheeks, and he wanted to chase that flush as it spread.
“Hey, Aaron?”
“Yeah?”
He grabbed Aaron by the shoulders and pressed him against the door. “I want you.”
The other man nodded and let his head thunk back against the wood.
That was his cue. He attacked Aaron’s mouth, nipping at the lush bottom lip and grinding their hips together.
Man, the guy tasted like heavy, dark chocolate and peaches. It wasn’t a combination of flavors that he’d ever thought of before, but on Aaron, it tasted divine.
God, he could feast on Aaron’s lips forever, but then he would lose his chance to see if that charming blush had spread down his chest.
Aaron moaned when Neil ripped his mouth away, but Neil simply nipped Aaron’s earlobe. “Shh, sexy man. You’ll get what you want.”
The shirt had to go. Neil ripped the soft cotton down the front and pushed it off Aaron’s shoulders and down his arms until it dropped in a puddle on the floor. “I hope you weren’t too attached to that top.”
“I have others,” Aaron replied on a deep moan.
Well, Aaron clearly liked being dominated. Neil could get into that. But right now, he needed to feel skin. Hot, sweaty, naked skin against his own.
Neil pulled back just enough to jerk his own shirt over his head and bent back down to latch his mouth onto Aaron’s collarbone, sucking hard enough to raise a bruise. The shudder that wracked Aaron’s body told him how much his man liked what he was doing.
But his quest for skin had not been achieved yet, as they were both still wearing jeans. Neil pushed his hand between their straining hips and popped the button on Aaron’s pants. He wiggled his fingers a little, spreading the slightly parted flaps of fabric. Oh shit, that was skin and soft curls and was that…yes. It was the base of Aaron’s cock.
Shut the front door. Aaron was going commando.
It was suddenly urgent that those jeans were ditched. Neil yanked those pants down Aaron’s legs, groaning when the jeans got tangled in Aaron’s shoes.
Fuck it. He’d make Aaron
come just like this, take the edge off for the sweet, desperate man who was panting his name.
He dropped to his knees and nuzzled into the fragrant curls at the apex of Aaron’s thighs.
Aaron whimpered but stayed perfectly still. That deserved a reward. Neil placed a kiss, openmouthed and wet, against the root of his beautiful dick. He traced the vein that ran along the underside of Aaron’s shaft with his tongue until he paused at the base of the plum-shaped head to tickle the sensitive bundle of nerves there. Aaron’s cock produced a drop of salty liquid, and he lapped it up eagerly.
A squeak escaped Aaron’s throat, and Neil smiled to himself. If Aaron liked this, he was going to love what he was about to do.
Opening his mouth, Neil drew his lips over his teeth and pressed them against the steadily leaking cock.
Aaron started chanting in a language that sounded vaguely like Greek, and he took that as a signal that he was doing something right.
He slipped his finger into his mouth beside Aaron’s cock and made sure it was thoroughly soaked before removing it and circling Aaron’s tight pucker. He continued tapping and teasing at that little hole until it relaxed enough to let him in.
Oh, god, he was going to come in his pants if he didn’t get Aaron off soon. Sure, he liked fingering guys, liked watching them come undone from a few simple little crooks of his finger, but he’d never been this into it before.
Making Aaron come was suddenly urgent. He pushed his finger farther in, ignoring Aaron’s gasp. The dick thickening in his mouth told him Aaron liked the burn. Encouraged, he searched until he found the small telltale swelling of what he was looking for. He pressed against it firmly as he sucked down as much of Aaron’s cock as he could.
Aaron cried out and exploded.
Neil swallowed quickly, slurping up the delicious cum as fast as he could.
Letting the softening dick go, he rested his head against Aaron’s hip, petting his skin with long strokes to gentle his descent back to reality.
