Steady Rain_Suncoast Society

by Tymber Dalton

  Even then, they frequently didn’t want to take a hint.

  Good ole Boyd was so nice that, sometimes, it was difficult for him to disconnect from a woman who got a little too pushy.

  Tristan had seen the poor man repeat that scenario several times in the past, to the point he now only played with well-vetted female partners who, preferably, had partners of their own they were happy with, women who just wanted to be rope bunnies.

  Just to be sure to drive the point home, before they got started, Tristan made sure to kiss Kyle on the lips when Boyd was looking their way.

  Eat your heart out.

  Chapter Thirteen

  It wasn’t until Kyle followed Tristan’s gaze, after Tris had kissed him and then looked at Boyd, that Kyle realized he’d just become well-staked territory.

  It hardened his cock to know Tris was feeling a little territorial about him.

  Before Tris could walk away, Kyle snagged him by the shirt and pulled him in for another kiss.

  “Making sure to send a message, hmm?” Kyle softly teased.

  “Damn right.” He flashed him a playful smile. “Completely taken.” Tris turned to the group of twenty-three people who’d come out for the evening, not including Cali and her men, and clapped his hands for attention. “Okay, everyone, it’s almost a quarter after, so let’s get started…”

  Kyle let Tristan talk. He was the teacher, and it didn’t matter if it was math in front of a room full of high school students, or a shibari box tie in front of a group of kinksters. Tristan made them laugh and kept them engaged and watching.

  By the time they headed home a little before midnight, Kyle was ready to get laid. And not only because he’d let Tristan use him as his demo bottom for tonight’s lesson on ladder ties and the man had blatantly copped feels every time he could.

  But because during a quick break in the middle of class, Tristan had leaned in and whispered into his ear.

  “I can’t wait to drop to my knees and suck your cock when we get home.”

  Then Tris had evilly smiled and walked away to answer someone’s question.

  Another benefit of not having a roommate—they didn’t have to put their rope bags away and could fuck whenever, wherever, and as loudly as they wanted. When they walked inside, they dropped their bags in the living room.

  That’s where Kyle grabbed Tris, spun him around, and shoved him back hard against the wall, kissing him and grinding against him.

  “Time for you to make good on that earlier promise of yours, you fuckin’ cocktease.”

  “Not a tease if I plan on carrying through with it.” Tristan reached down and palmed Kyle’s bulge through his jeans, squeezing and making Kyle let out a needy groan. “If you don’t mind me saying so, I thought you were adorable tonight.”

  “Adorable, huh?”

  “Yeah. I loved getting you hard and keeping you that way.”

  “Time to pay the piper.”

  Tris started unfastening Kyle’s belt and jeans. “Did I get you a little worked up?” He grinned.

  “Fuckin’ right you did.”

  “Oooh, goodie.” He slid down the wall and dropped to his knees in front of Kyle. “Because I plan to spend a lot of time keeping you wanting me.” He fished Kyle’s cock out of his briefs and swallowed it all the way to the root.

  Kyle gasped as he braced his hands against the wall to keep himself upright. He felt Tristan’s breath against his abs, the tip of his tongue flicking along the top of his ballsac before he slowly pulled off until only the head remained between his lips.

  Kyle couldn’t help it. He dropped one hand to the back of Tristan’s head, held on, and fucked his mouth. Nothing tender or loving about it, either. From the way Tris held on to the backs of Kyle’s thighs, and the sexy moans vibrating through Kyle’s cock, he could tell Tris wasn’t complaining.

  “Yeah, suck my cock, buddy,” Kyle gasped. “You got it all hard—you gotta take care of it.” He loved the way Tristan’s hair felt brushing against his flesh, loved even more it was just long enough to hold on to, a thin line short of shaggy.

  There was also nothing he could resist about the man, or his sexy-as-sin mouth, or his fuckable ass. “I’m close, man.” He loosened his grip on Tristan’s head. “You want to swallow, or you want it up your ass tonight?”

  Tristan went deep again in reply. Kyle felt Tristan’s throat working as he swallowed, and that was the last bit of pressure he needed to flip him over the edge. His hand tightened on Tristan’s head again and he groaned when his balls eagerly emptied his load of cum down the man’s throat.

  Fuck, he’d gotten more blowjobs in the past couple of weeks than he had in the past several years.

  Best blowjobs of his life, too.

  Tris finally released him and stood. Then he fisted the front of Kyle’s shirt and pulled him in for a hard, possessive kiss. Kyle tasted traces of his juices on the man’s tongue when it swept through his mouth.

  His.

  Sexy. As. Fuck.

  They could do tender and loving, and they could do raw and raunchy, and everything in between.

  But as Tristan’s forehead rested against Kyle’s and a happy, contented sigh escaped Tris, Kyle knew without a doubt this was for life.

  “I love the noises you make when I blow you,” Tris whispered.

  Kyle snorted. “So romantic. How do you want me tonight?”

  “Oh, I’m gonna fuck that sweet ass of yours.” He turned Kyle around and delivered a swat to same said ass. “I’ve been thinking about it all night long.”

  * * * *

  Tristan loved how all-in Kyle was. No hesitation at all when it came to sex, now that they’d crossed the line from friends to lovers.

  This was no fuck buddies or friends-with-bennies sitch.

  This was two guys in love, sharing a bed, sharing a house, sharing a life together.

  Now all he had to do was get a ring on his guy’s finger and life would be fucking perfect.

  He was damned patient, though. Tris would settle for Kyle being in his bed.

  For now.

  Okay, technically they were in Kyle’s bed, not his, but it was in his room.

  Their room.

  Kyle didn’t even bother to tuck himself in or fasten his jeans before he headed for the bedroom. Tristan hesitated and stared down at their rope bags.

  Fuck it. He grabbed his and followed Kyle. By the time Tris made it to the bedroom, Kyle was already in the bathroom. He dumped the bag on the floor on the far side of the bed and dug two coils of rope out, one fifty and one twenty-five feet long. That’d be more than long enough for what he wanted to do.

  He toed off his sneakers and removed his socks, but left his jeans and button-up shirt on. He also emptied his pockets and dumped everything onto the dresser. Kyle emerged from the bathroom, already naked, a towel, lube, and condom in hand.

  Even their laundry hampers were now mixed and merged.

  Tris loved it.

  Last night, Kyle had Tristan trussed on his hands and knees, ass in the air, and edging him with a vibrating prostate massager until he begged to be fucked.

  Tonight was payback.

  Just like with dinner chores, they’d fallen into a not-so-silent pattern of taking turns on “top.”

  When Kyle spotted the coils of rope, he smiled. “Oh, boy.”

  “Oh, boy, is right.” Tris reached for him, one hand gripping Kyle’s cock, the other cupping the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. As he did, he slowly stroked Kyle’s cock, the man starting to moan as it hardened again in Tristan’s fist.

  Tris continued kissing and stroking him as he backed Kyle toward the edge of the bed. When he felt the backs of Kyle’s knees hit the edge, he pushed him back onto the mattress.

  Kyle grinned, those sexy grey-blue eyes of his looking more blue tonight, hints of sapphire. “How you want me?”

  “Just like that.” He took the towel, lube, and condom from him and tossed them out of the way. The
n he straddled him on the bed, leaning in to kiss him and tweak his nipples.

  Kyle groaned and tried to follow Tristan when he sat up, so Tristan let him. Kyle’s hands ran down Tristan’s back, gripping his ass through his jeans as Tristan kissed him again. “On second thought, stay just like that,” Tris told him, revising the tie in his mind on the fly.

  He knelt behind Kyle and quickly trussed his chest in a box tie, his arms folded behind him, with the longer coil of rope. He took a couple of quick pictures of it, front and back and without getting a face shot. Something they frequently did when practicing ties on each other anyway, so they could better critique their work later.

  “What are you planning?” Kyle asked, humor in his tone.

  “You’ll see.” He made him sit with his ankles crossed. With the shorter piece of rope he used a single-column tie to truss them together.

  When he started running the rope up and around Kyle’s neck, the man snorted.

  “Oh, fuck,” he muttered, laughing.

  Tristan grinned, but didn’t stop his work. When he started shortening the neck rope, forcing Kyle to bend forward in the shrimp tie, Tris didn’t tie it as tightly as he might for a demo or a play situation.

  He wanted him there for a little while, and neither of them were very bendy.

  Once he secured that, he grabbed a couple of pillows and shoved Kyle back again so his shoulders rested on the pillows, taking some of his weight off his arms.

  Kyle’s knees and legs flipped up with his body…

  Leaving his now-dripping cock, his balls, and completely fuckable ass open and exposed.

  And positioned right at the edge of the bed where Tristan could easily access eeeevvverrything.

  “You son of a bitch.” But Kyle was laughing.

  Tristan knelt on the floor and started mouthing Kyle’s balls. “You sure you want to swear at me right now?” He gripped the underside of Kyle’s thighs, using his thumbs to spread them even wider to give him better access. “I have, what, a whole month to perfect this and use you as my bottom at the next rope night? By then I should have you conditioned to get freaking hard whenever I make you sit cross-legged. And make you do the demo wearing nothing but bike shorts.”

  “Oh, shit.” Kyle laughed even harder. “I will hog-tie you, suspend you, and cane your ass.”

  “You know how to safeword.” Tristan encircled the base of Kyle’s cock with his fingers and tugged it down so he could mouth the underside of his shaft, balls to head and back again.

  Kyle’s laughter devolved into a long, low, needy moan. This time, it was Tristan laughing as Kyle tried to rock his hips to get more friction against his cock.

  “That’s better.” He stood, more moans coming from Kyle when he let go of his cock and reached for the towel. After getting that tucked under Kyle, he grabbed the lube and condom and unzipped his jeans, shoving them and his briefs down far enough his cock sprang free.

  Kyle looked up. “Get naked, goddammit.”

  “Not yet.” Tristan grabbed his phone again and carefully framed the picture so Kyle’s face wasn’t visible. They’d done this to each other, too, little reminders they could text to each other to tease and work each other into a frenzy, so that they were tackling each other when they got home from work.

  He lubed Kyle’s ass and then rolled the condom onto his cock. More lube on him, and he watched Kyle’s eyes drop closed again as he slowly pressed forward.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Kyle muttered.

  More pictures, this time with his cock sheathed inside Kyle’s ass. Tris set his phone aside and removed his shirt, but left his jeans on even as Kyle started trying to rock against him. The tie left him no traction, though, especially with his arms behind him.

  Tris hooked his arms around Kyle’s knees and ground into him like that. “Yeah, buddy. Look at me.”

  Definitely sapphire depths in Kyle’s heavy-lidded gaze. Tris slowly withdrew before his hips shot forward again, slamming home and making Kyle gasp.

  “I could do this all night long, buddy. Lucky for you, I know you can’t.” He took another thrust, loving Kyle’s needy grunt at the bottom of it when he buried his cock in the man’s ass.

  He took his time, not wanting to come too soon and trying to get himself close. Kyle’s hard cock bobbed with every stroke, a steady string of pre-cum leaking from the head. With his right hand, he let go of Kyle’s knee and reached between Kyle’s legs to grab his cock.

  “Milk it from me, buddy. You know you want to.” He pumped Kyle’s cock and felt his own twitch with every squeeze from the man’s ass.

  “You fucking gorgeous, evil sonofabitch,” Kyle moaned.

  Tristan grinned. “You sweet talkin’ thang.” He stroked harder, faster, slowly working his hips and keeping his cock close to the edge. There were few things sexier than the way Kyle’s ass tightly fisted his cock.

  Except maybe his mouth.

  Kyle lifted his head to watch him, his gaze burning, needy, hungry.

  In that moment, their gazes met and Tristan knew. He could see them together, for life, kinky and hungry for each other, even when they got too old to tie each other up or do more than lie next to each other and kiss.

  He could see this man, for life, for the rest of their lives—forever.

  That thought started pushing him over the edge, and he had to stroke Kyle harder, faster, pounding his meat to get him over the edge with him. And as that sweet ass clamped down on him, he took a hard, final stroke inside him even as the man’s cum spilled through his fingers and all over Kyle’s abs.

  It took him a moment to catch his breath. Kyle’s eyes had dropped closed, but they fluttered open, his gaze holding him.

  “Wow,” Tris said.

  “Yeah. Wow. I have not been this horny in…years.”

  Tris smiled. “You needed the right guy, that’s all. Guy who can keep up with you. Bring out the beast in you.”

  Kyle’s head dropped back as he laughed. “Go clean up and untie me, goddammit. I want to be stupidly romantic and cuddle.”

  He pulled out, but leaned in and bit the side of Kyle’s right thigh, sucking hard before letting go and heading to the bathroom.

  * * * *

  Kyle lay there and tried not to fidget while he waited for Tristan to return.

  No shit, best sex of his life. Yeah, he knew they were both fucking their way through the new relationship energy portion of things, but it was still crazy hot, and the chemistry between them bordered on illegal.

  I wasted five years we could have been doing this.

  Then again, maybe he needed to get someone like Marilyn out of his system. He’d always thought he’d be a dad one day, but the closest he’d ever get was Dillon.

  Maybe that’s for the best.

  If he’d never let go of some long-held notions about his life, he wouldn’t have opened himself—literally and figuratively—to Tris.

  Tristan returned, naked—of course with a washcloth—to wipe up his spooge before he started untying him. He was considerate like that.

  He always had been considerate, although now in ways he’d never been free to express before.

  Kyle lifted his head to watch. “Did I get the ropes?”

  “Doesn’t look like it.” Tris untied the neck rope first, then his ankles, helping him sit up and kneeling to rub his feet for him. “You okay?”

  “It was getting close. A few more minutes and I would have been calling it.”

  Tris sat up, still kneeling on the floor, and their gazes met once more.

  Electricity, or magic, or whatever bullshit someone wanted to call it—it was all there between them. Kyle felt it.

  Tristan pushed Kyle’s thighs apart and wrapped his arms around him, face pressed against Kyle’s chest. With his arms still tied, all Kyle could do was lean in and nuzzle the top of Tristan’s head with his face.

  Without another word, Tris stood and climbed onto the bed again to finish untying him. When he freed Kyle’s arm
s, as he had with his legs, he rubbed them for him, helping him ease out of the position.

  Kyle pulled him into his arms and kissed him, tenderly—lovingly. Their frantic need now thoroughly spent, they could enjoy this.

  “Let me see the pics.”

  Tris smiled and grabbed his phone, handing it to him. They already knew each other’s lock codes, and Kyle thumbed it in, sucking in a sharp breath as he looked at the pictures.

  He paused over the one with Tristan’s cock in his ass. “Damn, that’s a sexy fucking angle.”

  “I thought so.”

  Kyle started to say something but a yawn overtook him, and Tristan yawned in reply.

  “Let me go clean up,” Kyle said.

  While he did that, Tristan coiled his ropes and stowed them before climbing into bed.

  Kyle returned and took up big-spoon position tonight, his body pressed along Tristan’s back.

  He bit down on the back of Tristan’s right shoulder and sucked, his reply to Tristan’s earlier reminder. “Love you.”

  Tristan tipped his head back for one last kiss. “Love you, too. We’re fucking crazy, but this works, and I can honestly say I’ve never been happier.”

  Kyle smiled. “Ditto.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Early Sunday evening, before it was time to leave for the munch, Tristan sought out Kyle in the kitchen.

  “So how do you want to handle tonight?” he heard Tris ask.

  Kyle turned from where he’d been standing at the counter and making his lunch for tomorrow. “What do you mean?”

  Tris leaned against the kitchen doorway, wearing khaki slacks, no shirt, barefoot.

  It took every ounce of willpower Kyle had not to walk over to him and kiss him right then.

  Buuuuut that would lead to fucking. Because ever since crossing that final bridge between them, the slightest distraction seemed to lead to fucking. Which was how neither of them got their cars washed yesterday, and barely got the laundry done and the house cleaned that morning—distractions.