Curious

by R. G. Alexander

  Jeremy pushed Owen away roughly, trying to ignore the fact that his knuckles had brushed against one hell of an erection. “He wanted to buy me a drink, that’s all. Jesus, Owen, stop it. Someone could walk by.”

  “Do you think I care?” He gasped as he found himself pinned between Owen’s body and the wall. “I don’t give a damn. You’re not going anywhere until we deal with this. And he didn’t want a drink. He wanted to fuck you and you were thinking about it.”

  “This is your family’s place. Let’s at least talk about this somewhere else.”

  “We’re talking about it now. Was it because I tied you up? Did liking it scare you?”

  “We can’t. This isn’t the time or… Owen. It’s not a good idea.”

  Owen responded by kissing him, tangling their tongues in a way that had Jeremy melting back against the wall. He’d known he loved it, but he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed it, needed it until now. His lips. His kiss.

  “Did it scare you?”

  “No,” Jeremy gasped. “Yes… Damn it, I can’t think when you’re kissing me.”

  “Don’t think. Just feel,” Owen said between biting kisses. “If you won’t talk to me, won’t let down your guard any other way, I’ll take what I can get. You can’t leave me like this for days, Jeremy. Tell me I’m not alone in feeling this way. Say you want me again.”

  “You know I do, damn it.”

  “I know it,” Owen agreed. “You seem to be the one trying to forget.”

  Jeremy’s heart was pounding and his cock was painfully hard. Seeing Owen like this, so hungry and aggressive, was robbing him of his will to resist.

  Owen unzipped his own pants impatiently, dragging Jeremy’s hand back against his stomach and groaning when his fingers couldn’t resist sliding down and curling around that hot, bare flesh. “There. God yes. You did this to me. I’ve never been like this before. I can’t think, I can’t work; I can’t do anything but remember your mouth on me. You shouldn’t have been so good, Jeremy, because now I need it. I need you.”

  “Owen—”

  “Get on your knees for me. Let me feel it again.” His voice was low and harsh. Commanding.

  “Jesus,” Jeremy whispered, unable to stop himself from falling to his knees on the dirty concrete. Here in the fucking alley?

  Anywhere he wanted.

  Chapter Six

  Owen’s groan was guttural when Jeremy opened his mouth over his erection. “Yes.” He gripped Jeremy’s head between his hands and rocked forward with shallow thrusts. “Christ, you’re a sexy bastard. I’m still mad at you but I can’t resist this. I’m out of control and I’m not sure I like it. It’s never happened before. Not like this. Jesus, you’re sucking me so good, I know you love it. Ah…yeah, damn it, just like that.”

  Jeremy moaned. He did love it. Loved Owen’s taste, loved how tightly he gripped his head, setting the pace and making Jeremy take every thick inch. And the things he was saying made him so hard he ached. It made him want to come more than he wanted to breathe. He wanted to make Owen come and know he’d driven him that wild. To know he wasn’t alone in this obsession.

  Owen took one of his hands off Jeremy’s head and pressed it against the wall for balance as his hips started to pump faster, deeper into Jeremy’s mouth.

  “God, that’s hot,” he muttered. “This is what that asshole wanted. I could see the way he was looking at you. If he knew how talented your tongue is, how big your cock is, I might have had to fight him for you.” He inhaled shakily when Jeremy reached up to cup his tight sac. “I would have. I swear I was ready to drag him outside in front of everyone, because this is mine. I want it more than he does. I want it all the time.”

  Oh God. Jeremy moaned, sucking harder.

  “You like hearing that? Then I’ll tell you more. I want to wake up with this mouth on me. Keep you tied up and under my damn desk at work so I can have you sucking me off all fucking day.”

  Jeremy was trembling at the images Owen created, one hand pressed hard against his own erection as he relaxed his throat and took Owen deeper.

  “And then at night,” Owen rasped, his breath coming in rapid pants as he sped closer to his climax. “At night, if you’re good, I’ll let you take me. Throw me down and fuck me the way I know you want to. I’ve been thinking about that too. Do you want to know what’s filling my ass right now? What I bought two days ago so I could get ready for you? Oh, Jesus, Jeremy. Don’t stop.” His thrusts were fast now, desperate. “It’s so good. Fuck.”

  Jeremy’s own shout was muffled around Owen’s hot flesh as he came in his pants like a teenager with his first hard-on when the salty release filled his mouth.

  Want you, baby. Need to get inside. Need you.

  After a few minutes where they were both recovering, Jeremy leaned back and looked down, swearing when he saw the wet spot on his jeans. Owen helped him stand, looking flushed and sexy and absolutely shameless about what they’d just done.

  “Jeremy.” Owen squeezed his hand, rubbed his arms gently. “That was amazing.”

  Jeremy was still recovering. Owen had liked seeing him on his knees in the alley. Jesus, right here in the alley.

  “I can’t go back into the pub like this, damn it. Your sister—” He gestured toward his pants.

  “I’ll handle that,” Owen assured him calmly, adjusting himself and zipping up his jeans before running his hands through his hair. “You’re going to go to the parking lot, get in your car and drive straight home to wait for me. I’ll be right behind you.”

  “Bossy son of a bitch,” Jeremy muttered, thrown by the intensity of his reaction, and how quickly he’d given in despite his decision not to. “Who invited you?”

  “We still need to talk.” Owen leaned into him and kissed his neck, scraping his teeth along the tight cords of muscle. “You don’t like that you like it, I know,” he whispered. “But we’ll both like what you get for doing what I say. I promise.”

  He walked away and Jeremy shoved his hands in his pockets, cursing himself for his weakness. He couldn’t stop this train, even though he knew it was destined to go off the rails. Jeremy didn’t have much control when it came to Owen. All the man had to do was look at him the right way or say a word and he laid it all at his damn feet. Ending this would be the smart thing. The safe thing. But Owen would have to be the one to do it, and right now, it looked like that was the last thing he wanted.

  Jeremy drove back to his house, thinking about what Owen had said. While he’d been trying to back off and give him an out, his stubborn lover had gotten a plug to stretch his ass for Jeremy’s cock.

  He had it in right now.

  His best friend wanted to be his lover. Wanted him.

  He pulled his truck into the driveway and shut off the ignition, sitting in the dark and letting it sink in. Owen wanted Jeremy to fuck him. One erotic fantasy after another played out in his head. Lifting Owen against the wall, his legs over Jeremy’s arms as he lowered him onto his cock. Taking Owen on the floor, in the shower, the sound of his cries as he came.

  Jeremy unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper, pulling out the dick that was already growing hard again as he let his dreams play out. Owen said he was obsessed? He couldn’t possibly have it as bad as Jeremy.

  “Owen,” he murmured, stroking himself. “You’re tight, baby. Gonna fuck your ass so hard.”

  But he knew when he was done Owen wouldn’t be able to leave well enough alone. He’d have to have his turn. Jeremy groaned, knowing that he would resist, and that he would eventually give in—because he wanted it more than he’d ever thought possible. With Owen. Only with Owen.

  A conversation from the other night had him imagining Owen on top. Being pinned down as Owen demanded his submission, whispering filthy things in his ear as he took what he wanted.

  “This is mine. Tell me, Jeremy. Tell me this ass belongs to me. Beg me to fuck it. Beg me to stuff this greedy hole with my cock.”

  “Yours,” Jerem
y mumbled, pressing his head back against the seat as his hand worked his shaft. “Please. Only you.”

  The knock on his window made him jump like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. Or a teenage boy caught with his hand down his pants.

  Owen was watching him.

  Jeremy rolled down the window, his cheeks burning. “You got here fast.”

  Owen lifted one eyebrow. “I know I didn’t tell you to go inside the house to wait for me, but I thought that was a given.”

  Jesus, was that what he was doing? Obeying Owen like some mindless slave? “Fuck you, man.”

  Already rattled, Jeremy got out and slammed the truck door behind him, his long strides taking him to his front door and inside before some random neighbor looked out and noticed his state of undress. He was seriously messed up.

  “Fucking is the plan.” Owen followed him into the living room carrying a stuffed gym bag. When he saw Jeremy’s eyes fixed on it, he laughed. “I came prepared this time. Some clothes and a few supplies you might enjoy.”

  Jeremy ground his teeth. The bastard took a hell of a lot for granted. “I thought talking was the plan. You had an overnight bag in your car before you came to meet me?”

  Owen nodded, determination etched into his handsome face. “We can do both. And the plan was not leaving without you, Jeremy. You know how stubborn I can be.”

  His strange calm should have aggravated Jeremy’s temper. Instead, he found himself following his lead, taking a breath and collecting his scattered wits. “I do. I’m just not sure why you’re being stubborn about this.” He nodded at the bag. “Is this your subtle way of saying you want to stay for the weekend?”

  “It’s my not-so-subtle way of saying I’m staying the night. Let’s leave it at that for now.” When Jeremy frowned, Owen sighed. “I get why you backed off, Jeremy, I do. Why you decided to limit us to that night. I don’t like that you didn’t talk to me, but I get it. Neither one of us was expecting this to happen. But now that it has, you can’t deny how good it feels. And I refuse to apologize for wanting more of you.”

  Jeremy ran a hand over his face, still startled to feel a smooth jaw line instead of facial hair. He had to ask, “How much more? Because I’ve got to tell you, Owen, I’m not sure I’m willing to put our friendship on the line for sex, no matter how great it is. And I can’t get my head around why you seem to be willing to risk it.”

  “How long have you been having sex with Natasha, Jeremy?”

  Jeremy’s eyes narrowed. “A while.”

  “Please,” Owen laughed, his smile tight. “The first time you two fooled around we were juniors in high school. And you’ve been on her fuck buddy speed dial for years now. She comes and goes and it hasn’t hurt your friendship at all. In a way, I think it’s made you closer. What’s so different about this?”

  Everything, and they both knew it. This wasn’t the same. This was insanity. Lust on a scale he’d rarely experienced, if ever. And of all the men his body could have decided to go crazy over, it had to be Owen Finn. “Where should I begin? How about with the whole you’re-not-gay issue?”

  Owen dropped the bag at his feet and moved closer. “I know where you want to begin, but I’m not willing to let you label this. I know who and what I am, and I’m here because I want to be. Period. Are you going to look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want this as badly as I do? That you’d really be okay if I told you to forget it before we got it out of our systems? Would you really be satisfied with that?”

  He reached for Jeremy’s shirt and started undoing the buttons. “Just because this is new for me doesn’t mean I can’t tell how intense the chemistry is. It’s not just me. Fifteen minutes ago you were on your knees sucking my cock. Five minutes ago you were jerking off in your truck, knowing I was coming to give you more. Don’t hide behind excuses when we both know you’d do anything to fuck me. Admit it to yourself at least. Admit you want this.”

  Knowing he already had, Jeremy sighed in defeat. Jesus, Owen really was one stubborn son of a bitch. But if he was that determined to give Jeremy exactly what he wanted, why would he be stupid enough to resist?

  He grabbed the collar of Owen’s flannel and yanked, the snaps wrenching open easily beneath his hands.

  “You win.” Dragging Owen’s shirt off, he tossed it on the floor. “I admit it. I want you. More now than I ever have, and I’ve wanted you for longer than you’d be comfortable knowing.”

  Blue eyes lit with interest. “Screw comfortable and tell me. How long?”

  “Let me put it this way—I had half your team in college trying to work this ache out of my system.”

  Owen paused in the act of stripping off Jeremy’s shirt. “Bullshit.”

  “Tasha helped.” Jeremy smiled wickedly, enjoying the surprise and arousal in Owen’s expression. “And it was only a few defensive linemen. But you’d be surprised how willing they were to risk exposure so I could live out my fantasy of sharing the team shower with you after a game.”

  “Which ones?”

  He shook his head. “You’ll die wondering. I don’t kiss and tell.”

  Owen licked his lips. “You never said anything.”

  “And you never woke up without a girl in your bed.”

  Owen unzipped his pants and stepped out of them thoughtfully. “I have this sudden desire to visit our old alma mater and chain you to that shower for a week. I’m thinking of a million ways I could torture you for telling me that story.”

  Jeremy chuckled. “You wanted an admission.”

  “That wasn’t what I had in mind. You might not know this, but I can be a possessive man.”

  “Of your things,” Jeremy acknowledged. “Not people.” Owen was protective of family and friends, but never possessive.

  “You’d be surprised. I am. I won’t tell you what I wanted to do with that jerk at the bar who was sizing you up for a ride, or what I thought about last night while I was sitting in your driveway.”

  “I told you I went out for dinner.”

  He shrugged, his muscled body tense. “And I told you I knew you were lying. I was wondering if you were with that screamer Tasha introduced you to at the party. If you were giving him more of what I wanted. It took all of my willpower not to call her and get his name and address.”

  Jeremy was removing his boots but he looked up at that. “I don’t even remember his name. It was just a one-time thing.”

  “With all those notches on your bedpost, I’m not surprised you can’t keep track.”

  “I’m not that bad. I hear you’ve got me beat, Master Finn.”

  They were naked, their clothes in a pile at their feet, and Jeremy hissed when Owen reached out to trace his bare hip. “Tasha again? Someone needs to take a flogger to that woman’s ass. Not that I’m denying it. I like sex. And this year has not been one for restraint. Maybe it’s because thirty-five was looming and my baby sister got engaged. But you’re right there with me, buddy. You are as sexual an animal as any I’ve seen. Maybe we’re getting that mid-life crisis issue over with early.”

  “Is that what this is?” Jeremy hated that he sounded vulnerable, so he focused on keeping his expression neutral. When Owen slid his hands around his waist and leaned in to lick his nipple, the façade crumbled and Jeremy groaned.

  “I don’t know,” Owen admitted softly. “But whatever it is, I know I can’t let it stop. I won’t, not yet. So while we’re finding out, I want you to do something for me.”

  God, yes. Anything. Just do that again. “What?”

  Owen looked up from Jeremy’s chest to meet his gaze. “As long as we’re doing this, satisfying our curiosity…I’m the only man who gets to touch you.”

  As if he could think about anyone else when Owen was with him like this. Touching him. Seducing him with his lips and hands. “What about you?”

  “No man but you.”

  Jeremy noticed the amusement in Owen’s eye just in time to bite back his instinctive fuck that. “Glad to know wo
men aren’t off limits for either of us,” he countered without missing a beat.

  Owen was no longer amused. “Just us, Jeremy.”

  He bit his cheek so he wouldn’t smile. Sucker. “Agreed.”

  “And you’ll give me a blowjob whenever I want,” Owen added, daring Jeremy to argue.

  Jeremy sighed, knowing it was going to happen regardless. Now who was the sucker? “Fine.”

  “Good. We’ve talked enough, don’t you think? We have our agreement. I’ve been wanting this for days, and I don’t think I can wait another minute.”

  He cupped Owen’s face in his hands, giving in.

  “Neither can I.”

  Jeremy wasn’t sure how much time had passed. How long they’d been rolling around on the bed, a tangle of arms and legs sliding against each other, shining with sweat and need.

  Not long enough.

  He couldn’t stop kissing Owen. No matter how hard he was or how much he ached for release, he wanted to take his time. Owen’s lips, the scent of his skin as Jeremy kissed a path across his smooth chest and traced every lean muscle of his torso with his tongue… He didn’t want to rush a single second of it.

  This was the body he’d lusted after. The one he’d dreamed of and compared every man he’d ever been with to. It deserved his attention. Deserved to be savored. A seduction instead of the violent fucking Jeremy wanted to give him.

  His first time…

  He scraped his teeth along Owen’s hip and smiled at the jump of his cock and his agonized groan.

  “This is torture.” Owen gasped when Jeremy sucked on the skin of his inner thigh. “God, your mouth. I’m ready to beg for it again, but you know what I want. I won’t let you distract me.”