Blue Motel Room [Suncoast Society]

by Tymber Dalton

  Except Ivan didn’t move, and Ron didn’t want to let him go.

  “You swear no one but us?” Ivan softly asked. “Not even for play?”

  “I swear. No one but us. But you didn’t answer my question.”

  Ivan tipped his head back, looking up at him. “I still say Sir’s choice,” he softly said.

  * * * *

  “You give me a choice like that, I’m liable to keep wanting to make it for you.”

  Ivan stared up at Ron. To Ivan, this whole thing felt so different from anything else—anyone else—he’d ever been through, that he didn’t even have an adequate frame of reference.

  He’d given up trying to tell guys his story a long time ago. His first boyfriend had been mildly sympathetic since Ivan had recently lost his mother. Beyond that, most guys, especially older guys, usually gave Ivan the impression it was something Ivan should just…get over.

  He couldn’t get over it.

  It’d been his life, the definition of his entire childhood and personality.

  How did you just “get over” something like that?

  It was easier not to be vulnerable, not to tell.

  To hold it in and pretend to be a functioning adult so he could fall apart when he was alone.

  And here was Ron, wanting to know and still interested in him.

  Even after knowing what a fucking train wreck he really was.

  “Maybe it should scare you that I’m willing to trust you to keep making it for me this soon,” Ivan said.

  Ron leaned in. “Maybe it should scare you that I’m not scared off.”

  “Maybe it should scare you that I’m not scared off.”

  Standoff.

  Ron finally smiled and closed the remaining distance to kiss Ivan. “Dinner, getting your stuff, and then we’re going to see if we can’t scare the hell out of each other some more.”

  * * * *

  After having spent the night at Ron’s, Ivan was now struck by how stark his own apartment felt in comparison. It’d never really occurred to him before. He’d never lived somewhere he’d felt free to decorate or make his.

  And now he was going to be moving in with Ron.

  Shit! I’m moving in with a guy!

  But even as he dragged a storage tub of pictures out from under his bed, he realized he didn’t want to run from this. Even if he wasn’t crazy-attracted to Ron the way he was, moving in with him, even as roommates, would still make sense monetarily and logistically. Why have to buy two of everything for the baby—

  Babies.

  Yeah, Ron had been talking like that, too, referring to them in the plural, as if they were both his.

  He looked up from where he sat on the floor. Ron was in the process of emptying out his one closet, packing the two suitcases Ivan had, the rest of his clothes to be stuffed in garbage bags for the ride back to Ron’s.

  Ivan had honestly never looked ahead before. To him, thinking about the future meant stuffing money into a retirement account and making sure he kept his CEs and licensing requirements up to date.

  He’d never had plans.

  Not really.

  Never.

  He’d never had someone to make plans with before.

  Not like this, with other people centered and part of his decision-making process.

  He’d existed, day-to-day, week-to-week, and so on.

  The calendar flipped.

  Ron glanced over at him. “What’s wrong, buddy?”

  It took him a minute to catch his breath, to swallow back the lump in his throat. “Nothing, Sir.”

  Ron’s brow furrowed and he walked over, dropping down to one knee next to him. “That wasn’t a ‘nothing’ kind of look. I always want the truth from you.”

  “I just…it’s all hitting me at once.”

  “Which part?”

  “Everything.”

  The sexy smirk returned. “Am I finally scaring you?”

  Ivan grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him down for a kiss. “No, Sir,” he said, “but I have a request.”

  “Yeah?”

  “I’ve never had anyone here before. I know it’s kind of backward, but how about you fuck me here before you get me moved out?”

  Ron stood and held out both hands to Ivan, wiggling his fingers to indicate he wanted Ivan to take his hands.

  Pulling Ivan to his feet, he led him over to the bathroom. Without another word, Ron started stripping Ivan, kissing him as he bared every inch of him. Ron smiled as he held the Thor’s hammer amulet.

  “Did it help?”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

  “Good. Then you can keep wearing it.” He kissed it, held it to Ivan’s lips for him to kiss, then lifted it over his head and put it on the counter.

  Ron stripped, and in the shower there was as much kissing and teasing as there was soaping and washing. Soap-slick fingers slid down his crack as Ron teased Ivan’s cock with his other hand.

  All Ivan wanted to do was drop to his knees and worship Ron’s cock, but Ron didn’t let him do that. Once they rinsed the soap from them, they dried off and Ron picked up the amulet and draped it over Ivan’s head again.

  His gaze met Ivan’s. The steel grey flecks in the blue depths held and drew Ivan. His own personal Viking.

  “Lube?” Ron asked.

  For a panicked second, he thought no, he didn’t have any, until he remembered there was a bottle under the bathroom sink. He retrieved it and handed it to Ron, who’d grabbed a clean towel from the linen cupboard in the bathroom.

  He took Ivan by the hand and led him over to the bed. “You really want to leave this up to me?” Ron asked.

  Ivan nodded.

  Ron gently held Ivan’s chin and this kiss was a soft, slow tease. “Then I’m going to take my time making sure that sweet ass of yours can take me, and I’m going to fuck you raw and make you mine by claiming you right. You want to back out, just say so. But if you want me, and this, we’re going to proceed like this is for life. Because as far as I’m concerned, it’s going to be.”

  “How can you be so sure it will be? Aren’t you scared?”

  “Oh, baby, I’m fucking terrified right now.” The left corner of his mouth quirked up. “I’m used to dealing with electricity all day. It’s safe enough if you know what you’re doing. If not, you can burn down a house or kill yourself or someone else. Believe me, I’m used to playing with fire. A few times it’s bit me, when I wasn’t careful.”

  His smile faded. “But I know no one’s ever made me feel the way you make me feel. I’m not perfect, and I don’t expect you to be, either. I expect you to be honest, and to try your hardest, and to be patient, and I’ll give you that in return. If you think that’ll be enough, then get on the bed and spread those gorgeous thighs of yours for me.”

  No one had ever talked to Ivan like that before, with blatant hunger in their voice, need bleeding through every syllable.

  Wanting him.

  He climbed up onto the bed and pulled his knees up, spreading his thighs wide.

  Ron stalked him, climbing up on all fours, his gaze burning into Ivan’s. Large, strong hands stroked the backs of his thighs, down, thumbs brushing over Ivan’s sac and along his taint. Ron flattened himself on the bed and buried his face there, worshipping Ivan’s balls, rimming him, down his cock and back up again and driving Ivan nearly insane with need.

  Pre-cum dripped from the end of his cock, forming a puddle on his abs. Ron saw and leaned in, licking it up and drawing obscenely hot patterns along Ivan’s flesh with his tongue.

  Blue fire sparked in the man’s gaze when he paused his feast. “Sometimes I want it rough, baby.”

  “I can take you.”

  “Like right now?”

  Ivan licked his lips. “I’ll safeword if I have to.”

  Ron’s gaze narrowed. “No, I don’t think you will.” He bit down where his lips were pressed to Ivan’s abs, hard enough it made Ivan gasp with pain. Bright shards of light burst through him an
d he damn near came. This wasn’t a playful, teasing nip. This was a hard, toothy bite that was close to breaking the skin and Ron wasn’t even done yet.

  His eyes remained focused on Ivan’s even as he chewed on him, sucking hard, Ivan’s flesh clamped between Ron’s teeth. Upon Ron releasing the bite, Ivan drew in a shuddering, relieved breath just for Ron to do it again in another spot.

  And again.

  Again.

  He felt like prey.

  Marked.

  Mauled.

  Fingers pressed against his ass and Ivan had just enough time to process Ron had somehow opened the bottle of lube and drizzled it down his crack when those fingers breached and stretched his rim, scissoring and insistently fucking him.

  Still, Ron bit him. Ivan had long lost count but every time he picked a new spot Ivan’s cock twitched and drooled more pre-cum all over him, now mixed with Ron’s spit and even lube.

  Ron sat up, grabbed Ivan by the hips, and rammed his cock home in one hard, driving thrust.

  Ivan’s cock exploded, ropes of cum shooting almost as far as his chin and splattering over his chest and abs.

  Above him, Ron grinned. “That’s all fucking mine now, baby.” He reached down and smeared it all over him, all over the bites marking his flesh, trailing his fingers down to encircle Ivan’s cock. “You think you have another one in there for me tonight?” He squeezed, gently at first, then a little more, slowly stroking. Ivan was going to tell him no way, not possible, not that soon, but his cock would have made a liar out of him.

  It only took Ron a couple of minutes to get Ivan fully hard again. He draped Ivan’s legs over his shoulders, then proceeded to fuck Ivan with hard, deep thrusts, filling him and bottoming out with each one. Ron jerked Ivan’s cock in time with his strokes. “Play with your nipples, baby.”

  Ivan reached up and did just that, helpless to disobey even if he’d wanted to. The conflagration in Ron’s eyes had reached critical mass, and god help him, Ivan wanted the meltdown to consume him, too.

  Deeper, harder, until Ron was pounding him inside and out and Ivan impossibly felt his second climax starting.

  “That’s what I wanted.” Ron released Ivan’s cock and planted both hands on the bed as he slammed into him, coming a few thrusts later.

  He sat up, pulling Ivan with him. With him still impaled on Ron’s cock, Ron held him there, Ivan’s arms and legs wrapped around him as Ron held him, kissed him.

  Nuzzled down the side of Ivan’s neck to bite and suck on his left shoulder.

  Ivan shivered, the last echoes of pleasure still rippling through him. He laid his head on Ron’s shoulder and closed his eyes as Ron picked another spot to bite and suck.

  Inside his ass he felt Ron’s cock still twitching, having spent and spilled, filling him.

  Peace filled him.

  He nipped Ivan’s earlobe. “Only marks ever get put on your body on purpose from here on out are the marks I put there, where I want them and how I want them and when I want them. You understand me?”

  Ivan shivered in his arms. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Open your eyes and say it back to me.”

  I’m totally fucked.

  He opened his eyes and knew there was no way in hell he could ever walk away from this man. “Only you ever mark me again, Sir. I belong to you.”

  He smiled. “Close enough, baby.” He lay back, taking Ivan with him, so he was cradled against Ron’s chest, the spoogey mess smeared over both of them now and Ron apparently not even giving a single fuck about it. “Close enough.”

  * * * *

  Ron hadn’t meant to get distracted by fucking, but like hell would he turn Ivan down.

  Especially now that he had a crucial insight into his boy’s wounded psyche.

  Why did people who had no business being parents end up as parents?

  “We should clean up and get your stuff packed and head home. We’ll still have to unload there.”

  “Can we wait and take a shower there?”

  Ron thought Ivan was kidding until he caught the serious look in his boy’s eyes. “You sure?”

  “I don’t want to have to take another shower before bed. Besides, you marked me.”

  Fuck. His cock twitched inside Ivan over the thought of marking him again, too.

  Then it clicked. “You like the idea of me being covered in you.”

  Ivan nodded, the sweetest hints of a smile curling his gorgeous lips.

  Ron kissed him. “Then let’s get moving and get home. I have a feeling I’m going to find the energy to put one more load inside you after we go to bed, and want to fall asleep with my cock inside you after I do.”

  Ivan ground against him. “That sounds like fun, Sir.”

  How’d he even get here? Hell, it was only Wednesday, and in less than a week he found out he was going to be a dad and he now had a guy.

  A hot guy.

  A fucking doctor.

  Not just a doctor, not a foot doctor or a pimple-popper—he had a fucking surgeon.

  An hour later they’d returned to Ron’s house, unloaded, and were once again in the shower. The bite marks showed up nicely against Ivan’s flesh, and Ron spotted the way Ivan smiled as he studied them in the mirror before joining him in the shower.

  Then to bed, where Ron spooned behind Ivan and slowly stroked the man’s cock for him while taking his time fucking him.

  Didn’t even care about the sheets, he could do laundry tomorrow.

  Ron kissed Ivan as he made love to him. As hard and vicious as he’d been earlier, this time he took his time and built Ivan up, holding his own climax back until he’d made Ivan come and the man’s gorgeous ass was squeezing Ron’s cock. They muffled each other’s moans with their mouths, falling still with only their breathing to break the quiet.

  “Will it scare you if I admit I’m already in love with you?” Ron whispered.

  “Only if it scares you if I admit I’m in love with you, too.”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Thursday night, Kimbra hoped she was doing a good enough job pretending she wasn’t nervous as she drove them over to her parents’ house.

  Please let them be as chill as Eve’s parents were.

  Eve and Kimbra were able to get appointments with Lara’s doctor—who also dealt with high-risk pregnancies—late the next Thursday. So once this task was handled, they’d have a little breathing room to try to get their emotional feet under them again.

  From the texts she’d exchanged with Ron, it seemed things had quickly heated up between him and Ivan.

  Good for them.

  When they arrived at her parents’ house, Kimbra’s mom let them in. “Hey there, you two. Come on in.”

  Papi was sitting at the table and reading his tablet. “There’s my girls.”

  “Yeah, so, about that, Papi.”

  He sat back. “What?”

  Her mom had followed them into the dining room. Kimbra draped her arm around Eve’s shoulders and decided not to sugar-coat it. “Eve and I got married.”

  Her mom nodded. “Okay?”

  Kimbra stared at her. “Wait, what?”

  “What?”

  “Eve and I are married.”

  “You said that.”

  Kimbra exchanged a glance with Eve to make sure she was really awake and not having some sort of psychotic break or something. She wasn’t sure if it relieved her that Eve looked as confused as Kimbra felt.

  “You’re acting awfully…calm, Momma.”

  “You want me to be excited or upset?”

  “Hold on. What’s going on? Are you understanding that Eve and I got married?”

  “English is not my first language,” Papi said, “and I’m understandin’ you jus’ fine.”

  Her mom lightly backhanded her dad’s shoulder. “You owe me twenty, by the way, Papi. I said within a year.”

  “What?” Kimbra asked.

  “I bet your father you two would be married within a year. You moved in with her a few
weeks ago for no clearly stated reason. Frankly, I’m surprised you two didn’t get married before now. You’ve always been stubborn. Just like me.” She walked over and hugged both of them, Papi also standing to give them hugs.

  “Is that the only reason you wanted to come over for dinner tonight?” Papi asked.

  “Um, no.” She exchanged another nervous glance with Eve. “We’re both pregnant.”

  “Ha!” Papi crowed, pointing at his wife. “I can keep my twenty! Told you!” Another round of hugs followed, and, fortunately, her parents weren’t as concerned with the hows as they were the whys and, most importantly, the whens.

  Which involved another series of half-truths and an outright lie, but one easy to remember.

  Eve wanted kids—not a lie.

  The fathers were a male couple who were friends of theirs—Ron and Ivan—who also wanted kids and who met as a result of meeting the women—also technically not a lie, although a manipulation of the order of events.

  Kimbra wasn’t doing this again—definitely not a lie—so they wanted the kids to be the same age.

  Eve’s “baby fever” had rubbed off on Kimbra.

  Bald-faced Liar McLiarfacepants.

  When they finished dinner and headed home, Kimbra had just started the car when Eve started laughing in the passenger seat.

  “You have something to say, baby girl?”

  Eve snorted. “That went well.”

  “Don’t get cocky, girlie.”

  “I’m not getting cocky, Ma’am. I’m just saying that was way easier than I thought it’d be.”

  “Don’t jinx us.”

  * * * *

  The men met them at the doctor appointment. Eve was glad to see Ivan looked less fragile now. Actually smiled a few times during the appointment.

  While Kimbra had been in touch with Ron via text and phone, they hadn’t actually seen the men since last week. Friday afternoon, they were all getting together over at Ev’s house, along with Kimbra and Eve’s parents, Meri and Wynn, and Lara and Brad, to have a cookout.

  Ron had moved Ivan in with him last weekend, and while it was a whirlwind romance, Ivan especially seemed to be wearing it well. Even better, Meri and Wynn really liked Ivan.