No Limits

by Nora Phoenix

  “Can you turn around, slowly, so I can see your face?”

  Noah’s hand squeezed Indy’s side, communicating the cop was talking to him. Indy had to obey, his heart racing. He ungracefully turned around on Noah’s lap, resisting the urge to straighten his clothes. His mascara had to be streaked from crying, but maybe that would only help. A flashlight shone in his face, and he blinked. It lowered, but Indy still couldn’t make out the cop’s face. He sounded young but other than that he didn’t have a clue. No Boston accent, though. Not that the odds of running into another Boston cop were high, but the odds had never treated him well.

  “Is she of age?”

  “Yes, sir. She’s twenty. Do you want to see her driver’s license?”

  “That’s okay. I believe you. I’ll wait in my car until you’re ready to move along, all right? Need to make sure you’re leaving.”

  “I understand. We’ll be out of here in a few minutes, Officer. Thank you for your understanding.”

  “Have a nice evening,” the cop said, before walking out of their sight.

  Noah closed the window. Indy let out a shuddering breath. Too close. That had been too close. One of these days, his luck was gonna run out, and someone would recognize him.

  His stomach rolled in fear, but he pushed it back down. “Can we please go home?”

  Connor had never done drugs, not even once in his life, having seen the destruction it brought to his family, but this was what being high had to feel like. On his back in bed, Josh resting on top of him, their slick bodies finally calming down, their hearts beating as one—surely no drug could beat this feeling.

  A threesome with Noah. He’d known Josh was joking, well, after his initial shock, but it did make him wonder again. What was the deal with Josh and Noah? They were lovers, Josh had said, yet Noah was involved with Indy—and had no qualms about Connor going after Josh. It didn’t make sense at all.

  “Can I ask you about Noah?” He tried to make his voice light, not wanting to go full interrogation on Josh.

  “You can ask me anything after you just fucked me into oblivion.”

  The words coming out of Josh's mouth. Who would’ve ever thought an innocent-looking, cute guy like Josh would have such a mouth on him? The dirty sex talk had been a fucking turn-on. Not as much as his ass, though, greedily swallowing Connor’s cock.

  Ever since Connor had accepted he was gay, he’d come to see his cock as more of a curse than a good thing. Guys were always bragging about their lengths and how awesome it was to be hung, but it certainly wasn’t helpful for backdoor entry. He’d never thought he’d be able to properly fuck someone, had more or less resigned himself to hand jobs forever—until Josh. That his lean body had taken him in, it blew his mind. And his balls.

  He let his hands roam Josh's back, the soft skin still clammy under his rough fingers. “You and Noah, you are lovers, right?”

  “We’re fuck buddies. Have been for the last year, ever since he lost his leg.”

  “What’s the difference between lovers and fuck buddies?” His hands found Josh's ass, stroked the taut muscles that shivered at his touch.

  “Noah doesn’t love me like that.”

  “But you love him.” It was a dangerous statement to make to a guy you were holding in your arms after the best sex ever, but Connor had to know. Did he even stand a chance at Josh's heart or was it only about sex? “It’s okay if you do. I’d understand. From what I’ve seen, he’s a good guy.”

  Josh was quiet for a long time, but he didn’t pull away from Connor’s touch. Josh's hands were still around his neck and biceps, the fingers relaxed against his skin. He was thinking, apparently, and Connor understood. It wasn’t an easy question he’d asked.

  “I’ve loved Noah since the day I met him, and I wanted him, but I’ve always known we weren’t meant to be lovers. So I’ve held back, giving him the part of me that I could without risking to lose too much. We’re best friends with benefits, and he takes care of me, as much as I take care of him. But we’re too codependent and fucked up together to be a couple. I’m honestly happy he’s found Indy because they’re perfect for each other.”

  There was something so sad yet sweet in Josh's words. If he loved Noah for that long, that much, maybe he could one day love Connor?

  “So why did you start fucking?”

  “He needed the physical release to distract him from his pain and to help him cope with his anger. Noah has been seriously messed up in his head since…since our last tour.”

  Josh didn’t say since the accident, or since losing his leg, which was what Connor had expected. Did this have to do with what happened to Josh?

  “And you? Why did you agree?”

  “Why wouldn’t I? I’m gay after all, and I finally got the chance to fuck the man I had wanted all this time, right?”

  The bitterness in Josh's voice made Connor’s stomach turn. “Bullshit. You don’t owe me an explanation, but don’t try and feed me this crap.”

  “I just want to feel good, to stop thinking, to stop being scared. When Noah fucks me, I can forget about everything else,” Josh said finally, his voice barely audible.

  A thousand questions burned on Connor’s tongue, but he held them in. It was hard sometimes to turn off the interrogation mode, the suspicious cop-mode, but it wouldn’t do him any good to push Josh. He would tell Connor when he was ready. Instead, Connor let his hands explore Josh's body further. God, his skin was so velvety soft, and yet his muscles were so tight. Not as tight as his ass. Oh, Josh's ass. His hands found the two cheeks again, caressing them, sliding a finger up and down his crack where Josh's hole was still wide open from being fucked.

  “Did that work with me as well?” It was the closest Connor could say without saying too much, demanding too much.

  “Baby, when your cock is in my ass I can’t even think at all,” Josh whispered, hitting Connor’s heart.

  And didn’t that make Connor feel more wanted than he had ever been in his entire life? Even his cock stirred, and Connor hadn’t thought it would rear its head again for hours at least, considering the fuck fest they’d had.

  Josh chuckled. “You like that, huh?” Josh's hand squeezed between them, grabbed his shaft. “How the fuck can you get hard again? You came twice already. You got some serious stamina.”

  Connor groaned, as much in embarrassment as in pleasure. Josh had better not think it hadn’t been good for him, that Connor wanted more. “Sorry, can’t help it. You’re so fucking gorgeous. Even touching you makes me hard again. But it’s okay. I’m not expecting anything.”

  Josh slid his thumb over the head of Connor’s shaft, teasing the slit on top. “Oh, I’m expecting much more. But I need to regain my strength first, so how about we clean up, grab a bite to eat, and we’ll go for round two after that?”

  Connor had no words. None. At least not words that came even close to expressing how he felt. Instead, he said, “Sounds like a plan.”

  They cleaned themselves quickly with a washcloth and got dressed without the awkwardness Connor had expected. He followed Josh downstairs to the luxurious kitchen.

  “I’d planned something elaborate, but I can’t find the energy for that right now. So what are you in the mood for?” Josh stuck his head in the fridge. “Pasta? Steaks on the grill? Salad?”

  “Whatever you want,” Connor said, lowering himself on a bar stool so he could watch his lover cook.

  Josh looked over his shoulder. “That’s not how we roll here. Tell me what you want.” He closed the fridge, walked up to Connor, parked himself between Connor’s legs. “Stop being so damn careful with what you say. I’m not that fragile, you know. You’re not being yourself, and I like you bossy and arrogant.” He kissed Connor quickly, turned.

  He wants bossy and arrogant? That can be arranged. Connor yanked Josh back by his arm, pushed him backward on his lap so his cock was plastered to Josh's ass. He slipped his arm around Josh's chest, held him tight. “In that case, make whatev
er is the fastest so I can pound your sweet, tight hole again,” he breathed into Josh's ear.

  Josh went liquid in his arms, melting against him. “Fuck, you turn me on,” Josh moaned, grinding his ass against Connor’s dick.

  “That’s good, because I want to suck your cock…hard. I want you to come in my mouth, screaming my name.”

  “Damn, you’re good at this,” Josh said half-laughing, turning his head to kiss Connor. “Pasta it is.”

  Josh lightly pushed against Connor’s arms, and he let him go immediately. Connor followed Josh with his eyes as he walked back to the fridge, took out some ingredients. The bulge of Josh's erection was clearly visible in his tight jeans, and Connor smiled. Josh hadn’t been lying. He really did get off on Connor being the alpha.

  Could it be that Connor had finally found someone where he could be himself? Where he could be gay and dominant at the same time, not being forced to bow to someone else’s wishes? Oh, he didn’t mind compromising, not one bit. But every cell in him had protested against submitting. He wanted to be the guy on top, wanted to be the protector, the strong one. Would Josh be the one who let him?

  Josh cut small tomatoes in parts and threw them into a bowl, added some sort of salad greens, bacon bits, and moist cheese he cut into small pieces. He pulled a plastic container from the fridge that contained cooked pasta. Salt, pepper, some herbs were carelessly thrown in, together with a hefty pour of what Connor assumed was olive oil. Grated cheese on top and the pasta salad was not only done but looked like something a restaurant would serve.

  “Pasta salad with arugula, bacon, mozzarella, tomatoes, and Parmesan cheese,” Josh said. “I hope you like cheese.”

  “I love cheese. Love all food, really. After eating MRE’s for years, anything tastes better than that crap.”

  Meals ready to eat. If ever there was a rip-off, that was it. There was a reason Marines called them the three lies: they weren’t really meals, they weren’t ready, and they sure as hell weren’t edible. Lukewarm cardboard was how Lucas had described it. Or heated pillow stuffing. Warm wallpaper glue. He’d had dozens of creative terms to describe the absolutely shitty taste of the MRE’s. God, he missed him. Would it ever go away?

  “Amen to that,” Josh grinned, bringing Connor back to the present. He didn’t want to think about Lucas, not when he was with Josh.

  Josh grabbed two bowls from a cabinet, dumped a little over half the salad in one bowl and handed it to Connor. “Eat up. You’re gonna need it.”

  “Now how the hell am I supposed to want food when you say something like that?” Connor complained, laughing.

  Josh deposited the rest of the salad in the other bowl, yanked open a drawer and grabbed two spoons. “Imagine how much harder you’ll be able to fuck me if you’ve replenished your strength.”

  Connor’s hand got stuck halfway to his mouth with a spoonful of the pasta salad. “Keep talking like that, and you’ll find out how hard I can fuck you without eating a damn bit,” he growled.

  Josh's eyes sparkled as he laughed. Connor took a bite, almost moaning when the taste hit his tongue. The combination of the crunchy, salty bacon with the juicy tomatoes, the soft mozzarella, the slightly bitter salad, and the rich pasta—it was perfect. He’d never even known food could be that good, being a rather simple guy himself when it came to chow.

  “Damn, this is good,” he said, taking another big bite. “Sorry baby, your food wins over your ass. At least for now.”

  They kept teasing and flirting with each other throughout the meal. Josh stayed across from Connor, the breakfast counter between them. Wise decision because Connor could barely keep his hands off the guy as it was.

  They discovered they had the same taste in movies and TV series, but Connor wasn’t nearly as much into books as Josh was. They were both runners, Josh preferring long distances while Connor liked short, intensive runs and hikes. The shy Josh he’d encountered at the Stewart’s disappeared completely, but he was still as cute and sweet as he’d been then.

  Connor finished his bowl of pasta with ease, licking his lips when he was done. “Delicious,” he said, pushing the bowl away from him.

  Josh picked it up, rinsed it off and set it in the dishwasher. Hmm, he was a little neat freak, wasn’t he? Connor could so get used to that, liking structure and order himself.

  He admired Josh's ass as the guy bent to put the plates and silverware on the lower rack of the dishwasher. How could he want him again so much? What was it that made Josh have such power over him? His dick had been hard the entire meal, never letting up. Every time Josh had licked his plump lips, closed his mouth around that spoon, Connor had imagined that mouth around his cock again.

  “You like the view?” Josh said, catching his stare. He closed the dishwasher, his eyes burning into Connor’s.

  Connor didn’t even try to hide it. “Come here,” he said.

  Josh's eyes never left his as he walked over to Connor.

  “Drop your pants.”

  A powerful surge tore through him when Josh did exactly as Connor told him. Josh's face didn’t show a trace of fear or hesitation, but pure expectation. Connor shoved the bar stool back a bit, then yanked Josh toward him and with one move, lifted him bare-assed onto the counter. Oh, yeah, he had him exactly where he wanted him.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Josh shivered but did as Connor asked. He pulled his bar stool forward until he was in the perfect position, his face in Josh's crotch. Josh's long, slim cock was solid hard, and he couldn’t wait to get his mouth around him.

  “Tell me how to suck you. I will do exactly what you tell me, but you have to give me detailed instructions.”

  Josh moaned deeply, leaning back on his hands for support. “Start kissing my thighs and work up to my balls.”

  Connor dropped butterfly kisses on Josh's inner legs, softly licking and scraping his sensitive skin with his teeth. Josh was already trembling under his hands.

  “Can you give my balls some loving attention?” Josh's voice was already hoarse.

  Connor dragged his tongue over Josh's left testicle, used his nail to tease the other. Should he suck them? Would it feel good? Josh hadn’t done it to him, but the thought of Josh's hot mouth around one of his balls made his cock jump. He opened his mouth, started licking and sucking. Josh jerked, moaned. Encouraged, Connor took his entire left testicle in his mouth, sucking gently.

  “Holy fuck!” Josh bucked, grabbed Connor’s head with one hand.

  Connor repeated the approach for the other nut, Josh’s groans cheering him on.

  “God, you’re good at this… Drag your tongue upwards from my balls all the way to the head.”

  Connor licked the entire length, going back and forth a few times, sucking and dropping kisses and savoring this gorgeous shaft. His own cock was a beast, but Josh wasn’t exactly small either. He wasn’t as thick, which was good because it would help Connor suck him better.

  Connor lapped as if Josh's cock was a dripping ice cream cone he couldn’t lick fast enough to prevent it from melting. Except the taste was completely different, salty and creamy. He took his time licking around the head, mixing his saliva with the precum that Josh had started leaking.

  “Take the crown in your mouth and suck it gently. I’m—Oh!”

  Connor dropped his mouth on Josh, took him in and started sucking. He tongued the slit, then paid special attention to the sensitive area between the head and the shaft. He himself had about exploded when Josh's tongue had teased him there, so he was dying to return the favor. Josh’s hips came off the counter, and he thrust into Connor’s mouth.

  Connor pushed him back down, let Josh's cock slide out of his mouth. “You getting impatient on me? Do you want me to stop?”

  “Fuck, no, sorry… Please don’t stop.” There was actual remorse in Josh's voice.

  “Baby, I wouldn’t stop for the world,” Connor said, then took Josh back into his mouth. He grabbed the base of Josh's cock with his other ha
nd, softly squeezing and releasing. He never knew sucking cock could feel so good, in a way even better than having your dick in someone’s mouth. Seeing the pleasure he was bringing Josh, it was an incredible rush.

  “Slowly work your way down, see how far you can take me in.”

  Josh's hand caressed Connor’s head, his hair. Josh had his head thrown back, his muscles tight with tension. Connor opened his mouth wider, took Josh in deeper, started sucking harder.

  “Oh, fuck! Connor…ah!”

  Josh's hips flexed again, but Connor felt him coming and relaxed his tongue, taking him in. Josh's balls tightened in Connor’s hand. He was close. Connor pulled back slightly, not wanting to choke on Josh's cum as he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to swallow.

  Josh grunted, swore, bucked, but Connor had an iron grip on the guy’s hips. He kept sucking, kept moving his head up and down Josh's shaft.

  “Connor!” Josh warned. He jerked his hips, spasmed, let out a deep, low growl as he shot his fluids in Connor’s mouth. Connor swallowed, pushing back Josh's cock a bit, sucked and swallowed again. He didn’t stop sucking and licking until Josh lay limp on the counter.

  Connor dropped Josh's cock, then lifted him off the counter and sat him on his lap, hugging him tightly. Josh was weak, still trembling from his release. Connor sought his mouth, kissed him deeply, stroking Josh's back, arms, and ass.

  “Fuck, Connor, that was…” Josh leaned his forehead against Connor’s, still panting slightly. “You’re a natural. Seriously. Perfect technique and A for effort.”

  “Only an A? Hmm, will have to try harder to get an A-plus next time.”

  “I won’t survive an A-plus, not kidding. I’m pretty sure I drew cum from my toes.”

  Connor was ridiculously pleased with the praise. He’d been wicked scared to disappoint Josh, considering what a master the guy was at giving head, but also since he had so much more experience. The comparison with Noah wasn’t fair, but it was there alright.

  “Connor?” Josh leaned back to meet his eyes. “Why don’t I catch my breath while you run upstairs.”