Alluring Passion: A MM Contemporary Bundle

by Peter Styles

  “Everything,” Chance replied. “But I haven’t for…a really long time.”

  I don’t doubt that.

  “Were you a top or bottom?”

  A loaded question, which some men seemed to think composed the entirety of their existence. Nothing was more important than figuring out if you liked to mount or be mounted. It was stupid.

  “Uh…I’ve done both. Usually bottom.”

  Maybe there was something to be said for stereotypes after all, since Angel typically topped.

  “We’ll go slow,” he promised.

  Chance looked up at him, a tremulous smile on his lips as he nodded. “I trust you.”

  You must, if you already came so far with me.

  Everything Angel had ever done was the result of a quick meeting and a mutual urge to screw. It was fast and thankless, focused on the act and not the partner. Why, then, did he also feel as though the days and days it took to get here with Chance, had also been fast? Time flew, and now here they were.

  Well, he wasn’t going to let time fly by now. He would take his time with this.

  He explored Chance’s body with his mouth, sliding kisses everywhere he could reach. His tongue slid out, tasting skin and trembling muscle. He kissed Chance’s shoulders and chest and nipples, trailing his tongue wetly down between his pecs to his stomach; he kissed even lower, rubbing his lips on the edge of skin just above the waistband of his jeans.

  Chance’s cock pressed against his body no matter where he was or what he was doing, reminding him of the tempting prize hidden beneath clothing.

  He slid his tongue back up slightly, working his way in a circle around Chance’s navel.

  Fingers grasped at his hair, pulling slightly. “That tickles!”

  Angel laughed softly. “Sorry. Some people like it.”

  “Well, I didn’t say I disliked it.”

  Laughing again, Angel grabbed at the waistband beneath his face and tugged on it hard. They didn’t budge, however.

  “I’m wearing a belt, you idiot.”

  “I knew that.”

  Angel unbuckled the belt, making sure to brush his fingers over the bulge beneath the material. Having opened it, he now set to work unbuttoning and unzipping the jeans. The flaps parted and he watched Chance’s face while reaching inside. Chance had his head propped up on the pillow, watching as Angel’s fingers first rubbed over his underwear and then finally slid inside.

  Angel’s cock burned, already threatening to spill his cum as he got his first touch of Chance. Soft skin stretched thin over a hard length, Chance was exactly the right size to fit perfectly in his palm. He rubbed gently, loving the sounds Chance made. His heart beat the fastest it had ever done before, blood pumping hard through his veins.

  He wanted to roll Chance over and slam his dick into his ass, but all he did was continue rubbing.

  Chance writhed and gasped, pressing against him. Soon enough, his hips started bucking and he tossed his head back. His hands grabbed at everything, everywhere they could touch. Angel’s shoulders, his hair, his shirt. Then, he clamped his hands on his jeans and started forcing them down.

  He was ready.

  Angel grabbed his wrists and forced them down against the mattress by his sides. “Let me,” he growled.

  Chance trembled, resisting. Then, he relaxed.

  Angel released him, and when he didn’t move, Angel set about removing those pesky jeans. He held his breath as the rest of Chance was revealed an inch at a time: slender thighs, shapely calves, all covered in a fine lather of down hairs.

  “You’re beautiful,” he breathed.

  “Shut up,” Chance said. He smiled, but Angel saw in his eyes that he didn’t really believe him.

  That was fine. By the end of this, Chance would feel beautiful. Angel would make sure of it.

  He leaned down, but instead of immediately going right for the prize, he picked up where he left off and began to kiss his way down from Chance’s waist and over his hips. He went no further than that, since he wasn’t a leg or a foot man, but he took his time touching and tasting everywhere but Chance’s perfect cock.

  Then, from beneath him, Chance suddenly let out an impatient squeal. The muscles in his ass tightened, his hips bucking upwards as he strained to put his swollen, dripping member near enough to Angel’s mouth.

  Angel looked up, right into Chance’s eyes as he slowly brought his lips closer to the other man’s red tip. Beads of precum formed on the head, thick droplets that slowly oozed their way down his shaft.

  “You want me to suck you?”

  “Yes,” Chance whispered.

  Angel backed up from his cock slightly, tilting his head. “What was that? I don’t know if I heard you.”

  “Suck me!” Chance begged, voice rising. “Suck my dick!”

  Angel obeyed. He gave no warning. He wrapped his hand around Chance’s shaft, holding it firmly so that he could take his head into his mouth. He ran his tongue over the swollen red tip as it went inside, tasting saltiness that mingled with the sweet taste of their kisses from before. The shaft in his hand jumped and twitched, so close to bursting already that he thought he could feel the heated pump of blood running through it.

  Closing his fingers firmer around Chance’s hot dick, he pulled it even further into his mouth. The taste of salt lessened but didn’t entirely disappear as he lowered his mouth down and tried to take as much as he possibly could.

  “Ah…” Chance said. It sounded like a word torn in half, an explosive utterance of a fractured thought. His hands grabbed at Angel’s hair, tangling in the mess. His hips bucked slightly, and his dick touched the back of Angel’s throat.

  Surprise made Angel pull up slightly. He moved up higher again and focused on the tip, stroking his tongue over it and sucking hard.

  Chance’s hips bucked, again and again. He cried out, wordlessly. Whimpers cascaded in a never-ending chain from his lips. Every muscle in his body tightened. His fingers pulled. His back arched, ass lifting up off the mattress entirely.

  A single word broke through the wall of whimpers. “Angel!”

  Seizing on the opportunity, Angel clamped his lips down hard around Chance’s shaft and then slowly pulled them upward so that the tension came with him. Chance’s ass rose up higher with the motion, and then he cried out again.

  A flood of searing hot cum spurted from the tip of his shaft, flowing right into Angel’s mouth. He closed his eyes and took as much of it as he could and then he slid up the length of Chance’s body to kiss him. As they kissed, he let Chance taste himself. Most of it dribbled out across their faces and necks, smearing as they moved together.

  And Chance still hadn’t opened his eyes.

  Curling his body around him, Angel tucked the other man against his stomach. “I hope that means you liked it?”

  “I loved it,” Chance muttered. “Now it’s your turn.”

  Angel’s heart gave a little twist as he looked down at Chance’s peaceful face, relaxed and smooth in the aftermath of sex. The scent of musk hung in the air of the hotel room, familiar and welcoming.

  Even though he was hard as a rock and knew he needed to take Chance up on the offer, Angel just shook his head. “No. Tonight was all about you, and me making up for doing stupid shit. You can pay me back tomorrow night.”

  “We still need to talk.”

  “Okay.”

  But no talking ever happened because Chance fell asleep as he spoke. The words tapered away from between his parted lips, jaw slack.

  Angel kept looking down at him anyway, as if waiting for the rest of the words to come. Lifting one hand to stroke Chance’s cheek, he lay his head down on the other pillow and tried to sleep as well. It was a long time in coming for him, since he had to wait for his cock to calm down enough for it, but it was the nicest case of blue balls he’d ever had. What else could a man want but to be lying in a bed with the one person in the world he cared about?

  Chapter 13

  The mornin
g was not as awkward as Chance would have thought. When he opened his eyes, Angel’s face was only a few inches away from his. He watched his sleeping face for a few minutes, memorizing every detail from the shape of his jaw to the slight curl of his eyelashes where they lay against his cheeks. Stubble covered his chin.

  Reaching out, Chance gently stroked his fingertips over the rough layer of stubble. Angel pressed against his hand, making a small sound that resembled a purr. His eyes opened. “What do you think?” he said. “Should I grow a beard?”

  Chance pulled his hand away, embarrassed, but Angel caught him by the wrist and leaned in to kiss his palm. The gesture came so naturally it was surprising, shaking him out of his embarrassed thoughts. “No,” he decided, tilting his head against the pillow as he pondered the question. “Right now, you look like a scruffy musician but anything else on top of that would make you look like a hippie.”

  Angel chuckled, kissing his fingers now. “Okay, then. I’ll shave.”

  Curled up beneath the warm blankets, Chance became aware of the fact that their legs were tangled together. He hadn’t ever just lay with someone like this before, but it felt good. He felt content. He was drawn to Angel’s hands, to those long fingers edged with hard callus from plucking at guitar strings for hours on end. He imagined those fingers plucking at him, playing his body like an instrument. He felt a stirring of warmth inside himself and his dick gave a twitch; he was too worn out, not yet awake, to really act on the feeling.

  Angel looked up at the ceiling, releasing his grip to fold his arms beneath his head. “I guess it’ll be checkout time soon. You think we should get ready for the day and head out?”

  “I guess so,” Chance said. He sat up, the covers falling away from his naked body. A chilly draft rubbed against his body, making his nipples harden in a less pleasant way than they had last night. “But I’ll be doing the driving because we still haven’t had our talk.”

  Angel sat up now as well, leaning in over Chance. A dangerous grin slashed across his lips and he raised one hand to tap Chance on the nose with a heavy finger. “I’m driving,” he said, “because I hardly get a chance to drive and I like it. And we’ll have our talk. Just…maybe we can have a life-transforming talk somewhere other than stupid-ass Kansas?”

  “You think Colorado is a better state for a heart-to-heart?”

  Angel grunted, rising to his feet and starting to gather up Chance’s clothes from the floor. “I think I’d rather be looking at mountains when I cry, instead of these ugly plains.”

  Chance accepted the clothes offered to him, but he grabbed at Angel’s arm and looked up at him before he could move away. “That really sounds worrying. Are you okay?”

  Angel looked down at the gaudy hotel carpet, with its vibrant and out-of-season swirls of red and green. “You’ve buried a lot of people.”

  “Uh…Yes. I have.”

  “Then, you know that some things are better when they stay buried.”

  That was all Angel said as he headed away, starting towards the shower. Chance would have said something in response, if he had one to give, but he was spared from having to summon one up when Angel lifted up his arms and tossed his shirt to the side. A broad expanse of tanned, supple back greeted him, and then disappeared around the corner into the bathroom.

  Before he could even register disappointment, Angel appeared again and poked his head—heads, Chance saw, with a surge of need—back around the doorway. “Are you coming or what?” he asked. “If we double up, we’ll save water!”

  Sure, that’s exactly the reason.

  “Of course, I’m coming!” He lurched to his feet and followed Angel into the shower. Out of politeness, he didn’t look down.

  And then it occurred to him that was stupid. If a man sucked your cock, after you hadn’t had your cock sucked in years and years, then surely it was okay to look at what he was packing, right?

  As it turned out, what Angel was packing might as well have been a machine gun. Even half-erect, it was thick, long, and just as tan as the rest of him.

  “You like my cock, Chance?”

  Chance looked up at Angel as he had his arm up to close the shower curtain. “I do,” he said. “It’s nice to know you have one, Ghostie.”

  Angel laughed and grabbed onto him, shuffling him around to the side in order to reach the knobs. “How hot do you like your shower?”

  “Maybe make it a bit on the colder side,” Chance replied. “I have a feeling that some of the other stuff that happens in here is going to be hot on its own.”

  Hot wasn’t exactly the best word for what came as they showered together. A better one would be intimate. There was nothing so personal as watching the way a man washed his hair, Chance discovered. He tried to keep to himself, feeling shy, but Angel pulled him in close so that their soft members pressed together. They kissed, the heat between them paling in comparison to the hot pounding water; Angel tangled his fingers in Chance’s hair, turning them around again so that Chance was directly in the line of the spray.

  “Let me wash your hair,” Angel said, grabbing at one of those complimentary bottles of crappy shampoo.

  Chance closed his eyes and experienced the gentle sensations of fingers stroking through his hair, listening to the soft swishing of suds rising up. I haven’t been taken care of like this since I was too young to take a bath by myself.

  Soap ran into his eyes, stinging them. “Let me do it now,” he laughed, swatting Angel’s hands away. “Geez.”

  As he ducked his own head under the water and rinsed his hair, he heard Angel laughing at him. “We should get you one of those baby hats so the soap stops getting in your eyes.”

  “Maybe you should learn how to wash hair,” Chance scowled. He snatched the bottle of conditioner before Angel could get to it. “You’d be a sucky stylist.”

  “Give me some time to practice with you and I’ll learn.”

  Yes, please.

  More times like last night? More moments like this, rubbing soap on each other and pretending that it wasn’t an excuse to be fondling the other? He needed it. He needed a lot more of it.

  Shower finished, they stepped out and toweled off before dressing in the same clothes they’d worn the day before. All they had done yesterday was drive, so their clothing couldn’t be that dirty. At least, that was how Chance excused himself in his own head.

  Gathering up their belongings, they headed out to the front desk to check out. The lady at the desk was the same one who had seen them come in last night and she smiled broadly at seeing them together. “Did you two enjoy your stay?” she said cheerfully.

  Angel smiled back at her just as charmingly, while Chance tried to sink into the floor. "We did. But now we’re off to brighter pastures.”

  “Well, best of luck to the both of you!”

  Chance tucked his head down and scurried after Angel, keeping his head very low until they were outside. “Why do you think girls are always so into gay relationships?”

  Angel glanced back at him over his shoulder while unlocking the car and hefting his stuff inside. “I don’t know. Maybe they’re jealous.”

  “Jealous?”

  “Sure.” Angel shrugged. “Two guys treating each other nice, and most women can’t even get their one guy to care about them.”

  Wincing a little, Chance circled around to the passenger side of his car and climbed in. “That’s not fair. I bet there are a lot of happy couples out there.”

  “Sure, but for every happy couple, there are two who just stick together because finding someone else is too much effort.” Angel shoved the keys into the ignition a little aggressively. “They don’t communicate.”

  “Reminds me of a certain stubborn musician who won’t talk about his problems with me.”

  Angel let out a short, sharp bark of laughter that held absolutely no amusement in it. He pulled out of the parking lot and started to carefully navigate the streets back to the highway, his caution obviously exaggerated fo
r Chance’s sake. “We’ll talk. Soon. I promise. For now, help me. I’m going to go insane from all this flatness. Do something to amuse me.”

  “Have you ever played a car game before?”

  “Oh, god, that sounds so boring. Please teach them to me.”

  For the next long while, Chance taught Angel how to play such games as I Spy and the Alphabet Game. Angel latched onto them with an almost desperate sort of fervor, throwing everything he had into winning. As a result, he didn’t win very much.

  Nearly an hour later, Angel finally paused in the middle of trying to figure out an animal that started with the letter Y. “Why are you so good at this? A lot of car trips as a kid?”

  “Not really,” Chance replied, looking out at the unending panorama that was Kansas. “When you’re left by yourself a lot, you start trying to find ways to amuse yourself. And with I Spy, I’m just using logic.”

  “Logic has no place in music,” Angel scoffed. He tossed his hair back and puffed up his chest so that it almost pressed against the steering wheel. “You have to feel it in your soul.”

  Chance rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Yak.”

  “Yak? Oh. Damn. Well, obviously. How did I not think of the majestic yak?”

  Almost another hour after that, they entered Colorado. At least, that was what the sign said. Everything still looked remarkably similar to boring Kansas.

  “That wasn’t very satisfying,” Chance said. He craned his neck but there was nothing to see from any angle that hadn’t already been there in the first place.

  “Just wait,” Angel promised. “We have about two more hours to go. You’ll get to see some mountains. Hell, before this is all over you might get to climb one.”

  “We are not going rock climbing!” Chance stared at him sternly. “No way do I trust you not to jump off a ledge or something.”

  “I would never!”

  I don’t believe you. And I really need to know why that is.

  A smudge appeared along the horizon line, disrupting the perfect balance between land and sky. Chance pointed out at it. “Is that clouds?”

  “Clouds? Have you not ever seen a cloud before?”