Curious

by R. G. Alexander

  “And I won’t let you distract me. I’m enjoying myself.”

  Owen reached down to tangle his fingers in Jeremy’s hair. “I don’t need foreplay. I’ve been ready for more since I left this bed the last time.”

  Jeremy pressed his erection into the bed and ground his teeth together. “You’re not ready. You think because you can take a plug you’re ready?”

  Owen rolled away from Jeremy and got on his knees, his expression challenging. “Never been anybody’s first time before? We know that’s not true, unless those defensive linemen were more experienced than you’re letting on. Lucky for you, I’m the king of first times.”

  His smile was a dare. “There’s a trick to it. Are you paying attention? You stick your big fucking cock in and make me like it.” He shrugged. “If you don’t think you can do that, I’m more than happy to give you pointers. Or maybe I should show you by example.”

  Jeremy growled and pushed himself off the bed, his hands on his hips. He couldn’t tell if Owen wanted to fuck or fight, or both. “You’re pushing, Owen. Why do you keep pushing?”

  “Because you won’t.” He shrugged, his gaze dropping to stare at Jeremy’s erection. “Because it’s me and for some reason that makes you nervous. If I have to top you from the bottom, I will. I’m not a total innocent, Jeremy. I know the mechanics. I know what’s going to happen. I’m asking for it. Demanding it. I don’t need to be seduced into compliance.”

  “No, what you need is something shut you up,” Jeremy rasped. “But more than that, you need to be damn sure what you’re asking for, because—” His voice cracked, just enough for him to hate the weakness. “I don’t think I could take it if you wanted me to stop.”

  Without a word Owen followed him off the bed, reaching for one of the condoms on the bedside table. He tore open the foil and started rolling the latex down Jeremy’s shaft.

  “Jesus, Owen,” he gasped at the skilled touch.

  “This is going to happen, Jeremy.” When he was done he turned his back, bending over and placing his forearms on this bed.

  He pressed his forehead into his fists and then looked up over his shoulder at Jeremy. “I’m used to being on top and calling the shots. I’ve never wanted something so much I was willing to give that up. But I’m here. I want this and I won’t change my mind.”

  Jeremy moved closer and laid his palm on Owen’s back, needing to touch him. He could hear it in his voice—the same vulnerability he felt. Owen Finn wasn’t used to giving up control, but now he was demanding Jeremy take it from him.

  “Tell me you want me.” Jeremy’s voice was ragged and laced with need as he lowered his hands to the cheeks of Owen’s ass, his attention on the plug between them.

  “What in the hell do you think I’ve been saying?” Owen inhaled sharply when Jeremy tugged on the plug and drew it slowly out. “God that’s—I want it, Jeremy, okay? I want you inside me. So much it hurts more than anything you think you’re going to do to me.”

  Jeremy bit his lip as he replaced the plug with his lube-covered finger, pushing inside Owen’s ass. It was still tight but the muscles yielded more readily to his touch. “Tell me how the plug felt. The first time you put it in.”

  Owen was rocking against Jeremy’s hand and it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. “I couldn’t breathe, I felt so full. There was pain but it was the best kind. Everything at once, you know?”

  “I know,” Jeremy answered softly, adding another finger.

  “I was thinking about you. Thinking about taking all of you when I put it in.” He tilted his hips, asking for more. “Oh, that’s good… All I had to do was think about you fucking me and I loved it. If you liked what I did to you half as much as I loved that, I don’t know why you made me stay away.”

  He couldn’t do it again. Couldn’t refuse this man who was offering him everything. Jeremy pulled his fingers out and guided his shaft to that tight ring of muscles, gripping Owen’s hip with his free hand. “I want you to breathe out, Owen. Breathe out and relax.”

  “Jesus,” Owen whispered so softly he almost missed it. He blew out a big breath and Jeremy pressed forward, feeling the resistance before the head of his cock pushed inside. “Jeremy.”

  “Fuck,” Jeremy growled, his fingers digging into Owen’s skin as he pressed forward and felt tight muscles resisting, squeezing him before giving way.

  More, baby. So tight. I need more. Need to get it all inside you.

  “Oh mother fucking—!” Owen’s hands were clawing and dragging the covers closer to him, desperate for something to hold onto. Jeremy could hear his labored breathing, see the muscles rippling in his back as he struggled to hold himself still. “God. Oh God.”

  “Do you want to stop?”

  Owen groaned loud and long when Jeremy followed the question with another thrust, loving the way Owen’s ass gripped his cock like a hungry fist.

  Don’t make me stop, baby. Can’t stop. Need to take you.

  “So tight,” he snarled. “Is it too much, damn it? Should I stop?”

  “Don’t stop. Fuck. Fuck, don’t. I want it. God help me, I need it.”

  Jeremy needed it too. He needed to get all the way inside. One of his hands curved around Owen’s shoulder, gripping the strong muscles there as Jeremy tilted his hips forward with more force, making them both shout when he was finally as far as he could go.

  “Is this what you needed?” he moaned. “What you’ve been asking for?”

  Owen nodded jerkily, his groans incoherent as he adjusted to the new sensations. “Jesus, I can’t believe I can take you. I said I could but you’re so big I wasn’t sure. God, you’re filling me up, Jeremy.”

  “Stop talking,” Jeremy ordered, his jaw clenched. He was trying to keep himself still, trying to hold back. “I won’t be able to give you the time you need if you keep talking.”

  Owen’s laugh was breathless and broken. “It gets you hot, hearing me talk about your cock, doesn’t it? I can’t help it, Jeremy. God, your big fucking cock could turn a straight man gay. Let me prove it to you. Call me Exhibit A and fuck me.”

  “I told you to stop talking.” But it was too late. Jeremy had enough restraint to make sure he didn’t hurt him, and that was all. He had to move.

  His strokes were slow and shallow at first, but the sounds Owen was making, the way he felt around him, shredded his good intentions. Jeremy pressed his chest against Owen’s back, the hand on his hip sliding around until it was gripping his thick erection.

  “Yes.” Owen shuddered against him. “I love your hands on me.”

  “You’re so hard for me,” Jeremy whispered hotly in response. “I want you to come screaming my name with me buried in your ass. But not yet. I don’t want to stop yet. Can you take more?”

  “Yes,” Owen moaned. “Jesus, yes. More.”

  Jeremy bared his teeth as he pulled back his hips and then thrust deeper, trying to pace himself so he didn’t go too fast. Wasn’t too rough.

  Hold back, he whispered to himself. Keep control. His first time. Don’t want it to end.

  But once again, Owen was proving to be a quick study. His hand covered Jeremy’s over his erection, setting a faster rhythm, letting Jeremy know what he wanted.

  “Yeah,” he groaned. “You’re in me so deep.”

  Deep. I’m fucking you so deep, baby. I’m finally inside you and fucking you and you love it. You fucking love it and I don’t ever want to stop.

  “Owen…” Jeremy’s moan was raw and aching. “You’re making it hard to hold back. I’ve wanted it for so long. Fuck, it’s good. Want to fuck you so hard.”

  “Do it,” Owen bit out, his hand tightening over Jeremy’s on his erection.

  “No. No, I have to—“

  “I’m close, Jeremy. I want to come while you hold me down and pound my ass with that big fat fucking cock. I need you to do that for me this time. Need you.”

  A red fog of lust and need surrounded him and he knew he was losing the battle. He
placed his hand on Owen’s head, pressing his cheek into the mattress. “Come then. Come for me and I’ll give you what you need.”

  Owen shouted as he found his release, his muscles clenching forcefully in reaction around Jeremy’s cock, as if he’d been waiting for permission. Then all Jeremy felt was the ass he was claiming. Owning. He pumped into it harder than he should have, faster than he meant to, growling at the tight fit.

  God, I love it. Love your ass. Love…

  Jeremy watched Owen’s mouth open on a silent shout as he took the restrained version of the rough pounding he’d demanded. Hopefully that was pleasure on his face, because Jeremy couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop. He was too close. “Owen.”

  His orgasm hit him like a twenty-foot wave crashing over his body. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t see. Couldn’t do anything but cry out and let it wash him away.

  Owen was beneath him. His Owen.

  Mine.

  Jeremy shuddered and he leaned against Owen, trembling as he fought to recover his senses. God, he smelled good. Felt good.

  Best I’ve ever had. So good. Need to kiss you.

  Owen blew out a huff of a laugh as Jeremy nuzzled his neck. “You already need to shave again, you beast.”

  “Bossy,” Jeremy murmured, lifting himself off of Owen and slowly pulling out with a shaky breath. “Let’s get you into the shower first.”

  Owen groaned as he pushed off the bed and got to his feet. “Shit, I can’t feel my legs.”

  “Want me to carry you?”

  “Fuck off,” Owen laughed, turning to look up at him with something in his expression that made Jeremy’s heart pound a little harder. “Give me a second to catch my breath and I’ll be ready for more.”

  Hell. “Shower first.”

  He forced himself to move away from Owen and staggered into the bathroom, turning on the water. His mind was in turmoil, racing from one question to the next. Had that really happened? Had everything in his world just changed forever? Was Owen okay? Was he going to demand a turn now?

  “Jeremy?”

  He looked over his shoulder and found Owen smiling softly, a bemused expression on his face. “Yes?”

  “I think this might take another night.”

  Jeremy blew out the breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding. “You do, huh?”

  “Oh yeah.” Owen walked up behind him and placed one firm, possessive hand on his hip. “The whole weekend, maybe.”

  Chapter Seven

  “Tasha, I told you I was fine.”

  “Honey, even over the phone, you’re so bad at lying I almost feel sorry for you.”

  Jeremy chuckled, turning the wheel and guiding his truck down the dirt road that led to Owen’s latest construction site. “It’s been a weird week, that’s all. Made all the harder by the secret your new protégé is making me keep. You want to tell me what you’re doing inviting Jen to the club and letting her negotiate with strange men?”

  “No, I do not. That’s just between us girls. But I can fix any other problem you have. For example, I met someone this weekend and told him all about you. I think this one you might actually want more than once, my finicky friend. He’s delicious. An architect with a head of blond hair, a lean body and a fetish for facial hair. Just your type.”

  Tasha’s words made him flinch and he was grateful she couldn’t see him. She would know right away that something had changed. The man he was on Wednesday was not the same man bringing his lover lunch on Tuesday.

  His lover. Owen Finn.

  He adjusted the Bluetooth in his ear. “I’m really not up for that kind of company. I have a lot on my plate right now. Anyway, I’d only disappoint him. The beard is gone.”

  “What?” He ducked his head instinctively at her shout of surprise. “Your beard is gone? You shaved? Did you lose a bet? And are you really telling me not to come over again? The way you did this weekend and last week?”

  “No.” Jeremy swore, slowing down as he drove past the crew decked out in hard hats, orange vests and tool belts. “Yes. Look, Tasha, I have to go but I’ll call you later. I’m not brushing you off, honey, I promise. I just—”

  “Oh my God, you’re seeing someone, aren’t you? As in more than once, like a real live boy, seeing someone. Did you actually shave for them? Man or woman? Ooh, or is it a couple? That would keep you busy.”

  “Natasha—”

  But she had the scent. “I have to go back to work, but if you don’t answer the phone in two hours and tell me everything, I’m coming over and camping on your doorstep.”

  “I’ll answer, I swear.”

  “See that you do.”

  On that ominous note, Jeremy ended the call and pulled up to the trailer that was the construction company’s portable office. Grabbing the bag from Owen’s favorite burger joint off the seat as he got out, he forced himself to look casual. He was having lunch with his friend. No big deal. He’d done it a thousand times before. Owen’s crew knew him. They’d never suspect that something had changed.

  The trailer door slammed open and Scott, Jen’s fiancé, came stomping down the metal steps wearing an expression like a thundercloud. Hell. That couldn’t be good.

  Scott saw him and grimaced. “Hey, Porter.”

  Jeremy nodded as he passed, unwilling to start a conversation that would delay him from seeing Owen. He was pathetic. The man had left his bed at dawn this morning and he was already impatient to see him again. Missing him as if he’d been gone for a week. He had to find a way to get a handle on this soon before they got careless and someone found out.

  Just not yet.

  When he opened the office door, Owen looked up from his paperwork, a snarl on his lips. Then he realized who it was and his expression relaxed. “Finally. Lock the door in case that idiot tries to come back in to give me another bullshit excuse.”

  Jeremy locked it and walked over to the small couch in the trailer, setting the food down on the coffee table before heading toward the mini fridge to grab a bottle of iced tea. “What’s he done now?”

  “Enough. I swear he’d be fired by now if Jen weren’t marrying the bastard. He’s incompetent, lazy and I hate to say it, but he stole from petty cash. Nothing drastic, but it’s a little more than vending machine money. He says he used it to pay for the stripper so it was work related.”

  “That man is a walking cliché.” He couldn’t have drawn a more stereotypical douchebag.

  “Tell me about it.” Owen pushed back his chair and joined Jeremy on the couch before reaching for the food. “Thank you for this. I’m starving.”

  Jeremy watched Owen attack the burger with the same gusto he did everything else. He was a man with big appetites. Jeremy swallowed, trying to tamp down his arousal at the thought, and drank his tea in silence.

  “Aren’t you eating?” Owen asked between mouthfuls.

  “Not hungry.” He rubbed his hand over the back of his neck.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Where to start?

  “Tasha called. She’s upset I’ve been avoiding her. She thinks I don’t want her to bring her friend over because I’m seeing someone.”

  Owen’s smile was dangerous. “She’s always been the smart one. Is this a new friend or the moaner from the party?”

  “New guy.” Jeremy shrugged. “She knows I’m not into repeats.”

  “Then she doesn’t know you as well as I do.” He paused. “Or does she? That brings up an interesting question. Other than me, have you ever been with the same man for more than one night?”

  This wasn’t a comfortable conversation. “Rarely. I’ve had one or two weekends or four-day conventions with the same partner, but once the event was over? No.”

  “Huh,” Owen grunted. “I had no idea comic book nerds were such sexual deviants. I would have taken you up on one of your invitations years ago. What about women? I’m excluding Natasha, of course.”

  “Same. You?” He didn’t want to be the only one reciting his sexual resume.<
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  Owen lifted one shoulder. “I have a few play partners I see once or twice a year who need more than cuddling after a session, but other than that, no.”

  Jeremy didn’t like how that knowledge made him feel. So far Owen had been coming to him every night instead of going to the club, but how long would that last?

  “What about that woman you were dating? Amy? Your brother Seamus seemed to think she had marriage potential.”

  Owen shook his head regretfully. “She was sweet. Nice. She also had a three-date minimum. If you made it to date four…” He shrugged. “Sadly, she was too nice and sweet to be a fan of date four. I’m not exactly her type.”

  They were a pair, Jeremy thought grimly. “So, we’re those guys, huh?”

  Owen frowned at him. “Those guys?”

  “Those guys every good parent warns their children to avoid. The ones who don’t do relationships.” Guys who had sex partners instead of life partners. Who watched their previous conquests leave their beds and find someone else to spend the rest of their lives with. To be happy with.

  Jeremy avoided Owen’s penetrating stare. It wasn’t flattering, but it was the truth. And depressing as hell.

  “You turned her down.” It wasn’t a question. It was a command. And a grumpy one at that.

  Jeremy looked back at him. “Tasha? Of course I did. You and I have an agreement.”

  Owen wiped his mouth with a napkin and reached for Jeremy’s tea, finishing it off. “Right. Our agreement. I’m glad you weren’t tempted to forget that, since we don’t do relationships and we know how much you crave variety.”

  Why did he sound angry? After a few tense moments, Jeremy shifted, then stood and put his hands in his pockets, not knowing what else to do with them. “I should get going.”

  “Fine.”

  He turned to go with a frown. This was a new and uncomfortable feeling. As long as he’d known Owen, they could sit and talk—or not—for hours, and it was always comfortable. Now he didn’t know what to say, or what he’d said wrong, and Owen wasn’t helping. Why had he asked him to come in the first place?