Peyton & Brag_City Boy

by Lynn Stark

  “I wonder where they hid mine.”

  Peyton opened a tall armoire. “Our shirts are in here. Wow, there’s not a wrinkle in them. When did they have time to do that?” They had each packed a bag of casual wear, along with dress clothes, which were required for the one restaurant where they planned to enjoy a meal.

  They walked together to the windows only to discover that they were actually doors and there was a small balcony beyond. “Oh, wow! It’s gorgeous!”

  It was. They had a bird’s eye view of the mountains, the lake, and the amazing garden below. There were cleverly sculptured shrubberies, a knot garden, and a maze, as well as beds filled with flowers. He looked from the garden to the lake beyond. The sunshine and the lack of wind caused there to be a mirror-perfect image of the sky and the mountains reflected on the lake’s surface.

  “I imagine the water is very cold.”

  “Downright icy,” Brag agreed. “Swimming isn’t allowed, but there are canoes and small sailboats that can be taken out by people with experience handling them. You can also fish.” His stomach growled. “Maybe we should go down and get a snack, too.”

  Peyton turned toward him and rubbed his stomach. There was a smile on his face and mischief in his eyes. “I was thinking we could have a quickie before we meet Bart.”

  “My stomach can wait.” Brag ushered Peyton inside and closed the doors. He didn’t bother closing the drapes. No one could see in. He grinned when he saw that Peyton was already stripping out of his clothes. “My, someone’s eager,” he teased. His cock was hardening swiftly at the sight of the skin being exposed. Clothes were tossed in every direction.

  “Don’t you know it? We have time to make up for.”

  Brag pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor as Peyton peeled back the thick duvet and sheet. “You have no idea,” Brag said. “I’ve fantasized about you since I saw your photo on the back cover of your first book.”

  Peyton chuckled as he took a leap toward the bed, giving Brag a prime view of the man’s shapely ass and the balls dangling between his muscular thighs. “Did you jerk off while staring at it?” He leaned against the pillows and palmed his erect cock.

  “I did. It certainly wasn’t enough.”

  He went in search of the lube and condoms, wondering where they had been put by the person that had unpacked for them. Maybe they should have said they would do their own unpacking. One look in the drawer in the table by the bed and he found was he was looking for. Then he joined Peyton on the bed, crawling until he was over the man. With his knees on either side of Peyton’s hips, he stared down at him. Now that he was where he wanted to be, he was in no hurry. Lowering his upper body, he braced himself as he began to lick and nibble Peyton’s lips.

  Peyton reached up to stroke his arms and his upper back, moaning as he opened his mouth to receive Brag’s kiss. It started out tame enough but quickly increased in intensity. The heat between them was incredible. Brag couldn’t get enough of tasting Peyton. Not only was there the taste that was uniquely Peyton, but there was the lingering mint from the breath freshener he’d popped in his mouth before their arrival at the hotel.

  Sweeping his tongue over Peyton’s, Brag deepened the kiss. He lowered his body onto the other man’s, aligning their bodies perfectly. His cock slid between Peyton’s thighs, rubbing his balls. Peyton’s moan filled his mouth as his strong arms wrapped around Brag’s back. He held on tight as if he would never release him.

  Brag could live with that. A future without Peyton would be a cold and lonely one. He’d fantasized about him so long. It was as if they had begun their relationship a long time ago. Maybe they had. As innocent as it had been, he’d been fascinated by the city boy when he would come with his parents to visit his great-aunt. Peyton, Brag, and his brothers would ride horses, go swimming, and get into general, innocent mischief that earned them more than one scolding from an adult.

  “Fuck me, please!” Peyton begged as he pulled his mouth away. Lifting his head, he looked down to see the fire in his beautiful hazel eyes. Fire, passion, and an incredible desire. And it was all for Brag. Was there love, too? Or was it too soon? Peyton lifted his hips and swiveled them, the hair covering their groins creating a tantalizing friction, as did the rubbing of his cock against Peyton’s tightening balls. “You have to hurry. I can’t wait any longer.”

  The begging was a huge turn on. Who knew?

  Moving to Peyton’s side, Brag grabbed the condom, tore the foil wrapper with shaking fingers, and rolled it on as quickly as he could manage. Peyton pulled his legs back and held them close to his chest, exposing his tight pink hole. The rosette was so tempting. Before he reached for the lube, Brag leaned down so he could run his tongue over the puckered flesh. Peyton cried out as he rimmed the man’s asshole for several minutes, the tip of his tongue dipping in to push at the constricting muscles. Then he was straightening and reaching for the lube. He coated his fingers and tossed the bottle aside. His own balls tightened. With so much temptation he knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. Anticipating the electrifying orgasm was a thrill in itself.

  Brag watched as he slid a slick finger into Peyton’s opening. His gaze moved upward to see the pleasure on Peyton’s face. It was incredible to him to realize that he was able to put that expression there.

  The expressions changed on Peyton’s face, one slipping away to be replaced by another as Brag added a second finger and then a third. He was completely fascinated by what was taking place between them. It could only get better.

  After he withdrew his fingers, he grabbed the bottle of lube again. He slicked up his aching cock before he was moved over Peyton, staring into the man’s eyes for several seconds as the head of his cock pushed through the stretched hole and into the silky dark channel beyond. He caught his breath as he watched the last few inches disappear until his balls hit the man’s ass. After a few seconds of breathing through what Brag guessed was a slight burn, Peyton dropped his legs, wrapping them around Brag and holding him firmly in place. Not that Brag had any thoughts of abandoning what he was doing. He most definitely didn’t.

  As he leaned over Peyton, he winked before capturing the man’s mouth in a kiss that he was certain would have both their toes curling. He knew his were doing so, because Peyton was returning his kiss with enough fire to scorch the sheets.

  “Wow, hon,” Brag gasped when he lifted his head. “You have some talented lips.”

  Peyton chuckled and wrinkled his nose in a way that was adorable. “You inspire me.”

  The man’s sweet nature was one of the things Brag loved most about Peyton. He had always been like that. Brag moved his hips, eliciting a moan from Peyton. It was the beginning of a beautiful chorus of moans, cries, and whimpers as Brag began to make love to Peyton.

  His thrusts were gentle at first. Then they became fiercer, egged on by Peyton’s begging and the way he held on tightly to Brag’s body as Brag pounded into him, withdrawing and thrusting, pegging Peyton’s gland each time.

  Brag completely lost it when Peyton began whispering in his ear. Sucking in a deep breath as dirty words and suggestions registered in his brain, he began to pound into Peyton’s hot sheath. The balls slapping against the man’s ass began to tighten toward his body. Brag knew he was about to come at any second and unload his cum into Peyton. Hopefully there would be a day when they could go without condoms. But that would require a commitment he didn’t know if they had reached yet. Until then, however, he was willing to take and give pleasure in whatever way they agreed upon.

  As they came together, Peyton took Brag’s face between his hands and pulled him close for a kiss that said it all. They moaned and gasped through it. Brag’s eyes were closed tight as his orgasm rushed through him. The pleasure was exquisite, unlike anything he had known before. As far as he was concerned, this was it for him. Peyton was the man for him, something he’d suspected but now had undeniable proof.

  It took what seemed like a very long time f
or his body to be released from the ecstasy. Peyton’s legs had dropped limply to the mattress, releasing their hold on Brag, but his arms were still looped around his neck. Brag hated breaking the connection. Sometimes necessity sucked. After pressing a swift kiss to Peyton’s mouth, he caught the top of the condom and moved away.

  Brag left Peyton alone in the bed after giving him another kiss and walked across the room to a luxurious bathroom the size of the house he lived in. Brag blinked as he disposed of the condom. Then he quickly cleaned up and wet another cloth with warm water, returning to the bedroom to find Peyton asleep. It only took seconds to gently clean his lover. Peyton mumbled something but didn’t wake.

  Grinning, Brag got back in bed and pulled the sleeping man close. “Lightweight,” he whispered, kissing Peyton’s forehead. Yep, Peyton was the man for him. “I love you.”

  Peyton snuggled closer. “Love you, too,” he mumbled against Brag’s chest.

  Brag waited, but Peyton didn’t say anything more. He had to wonder if Peyton was awake or if he even would remember saying those beautiful words to Brag.

  The waiting was going to kill him, he thought as he drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Nine

  Something was tickling Peyton. He wrinkled his nose and brushed away the offending objects from his skin. As he began to regain full consciousness, he registered several other things, one of which was the body pressed close to his. The second was the scent of roses. He hadn’t smelled it when they had come into the room.

  Opening his eyes, Peyton lifted his head and looked along the length of his body. The petals from red and white roses had been sprinkled over both Peyton and Brag. It was very romantic, but he wondered where Brag would have gotten the petals and when he would have had time to do it. Peyton knew he hadn’t been asleep long. Taking quick naps to refresh his brain was part of his life as an author.

  Sitting up, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. “You have a rose petal stuck in your butt crack,” Brag chuckled from behind him. “Where did they come from?”

  “I have no clue. I thought maybe you did it.” Peyton wondered if there was a classy way of removing a rose petal from one’s crack. He seriously doubted it and reached back to search for it as Brag laughed.

  “I’d like to take credit, but I can’t.” He laughed again. “Let me help you with that. It seems you have more than one. I didn’t know you were so kinky.”

  Peyton stood there turning red as Brag plucked rose petals from the crack of his ass. It was funny as hell, but it didn’t solve the mystery of where they had come from.

  “I doubt the porter or housekeeping snuck in and sprinkled us.”

  “Yeah, that’s a service I could do without. Why don’t we shower and then go look around?” Brag suggested as he leaned in to press a quick kiss to his mouth.

  The ensuing shower involved blow jobs and a lot of groping. Peyton knew he could get used to the activity. Although he’d been drifting off to sleep, he had been aware of Brag’s declaration of love and his own response to it. That was not likely something he would ever forget. And he wouldn’t regret it. Wasn’t falling in love the object of the game?

  Brag’s arms wrapped around him from behind as Peyton looked for clean clothes in the dresser. His warm lips traveled across his bare shoulders and up the side of his neck. He shivered with pleasure, wanting more.

  “Wow, you have magic lips,” Peyton told him in a husky voice as he turned around. “As much as I want to stay, I think we better get going.” They kissed. Brag’s arms tightened around him. He chuckled. “I can see my future as a writer crumbling. All I’m going to want to do is take kissing breaks.”

  “I can help with that.”

  “I know you can.”

  When Brag finally released him, they managed to get dressed. It was only when they were ready to leave the room that they saw that the drapes were closed, blocking out the view through the tall doors.

  “When did you close the drapes?” he asked as he slipped his phone into his pocket and picked up the zippered, leather binder that his notepad and small tape recorder were in.

  “I didn’t. I thought you did.”

  Frowning, Peyton wasn’t happy. “It must have been housekeeping. The rose petals are gone, too, and the bed is made,” he added as he looked around. “We’ll have to be sure to hang the ‘do not disturb’ sign next time we come up.”

  The door locked securely behind them as they walked out of the room. “Well, housekeeping coming in and straightening up explains some things. I still doubt they sprinkled us with rose petals while we were sleeping.”

  “True.” He chuckled as they headed for the elegant antique elevator. “Maybe it was one of the ghosts,” he joked, not exactly believing it was possible, but not completely discounting the possibility. Who knew what the reality of such things was? While he tended not to believe in the paranormal, Peyton couldn’t definitively say ghosts didn’t exist. “We’ll have to find out if there’s a lot of paranormal activity in that part of the hotel.”

  The elevator operator heard Peyton and laughed softly as he closed the door. “There aren’t many places in the hotel where there isn’t some kind of paranormal activity. It takes a while to get used to working here, but it’s great once you are. There aren’t any ghosts wandering around without heads or anything like that. Most are quiet, barely making an impact on the people here. Some are playful. Actually, most seem that way. One or two will be seen standing in a corner, doing absolutely nothing more than giving you the willies.”

  The young man’s information was enough to raise the hair all over Peyton’s body. Brag’s fingers tightened on his, giving him an idea that maybe he wasn’t the only one feeling a little thrill that wasn’t associated with sex. Was the elevator operator messing with them? It was probably easily done and obviously tempting.

  Peyton had to know. “Are you messing with our minds?”

  “Absolutely not, sir. That is against the hotel’s policy. If you’re lucky, you’ll find out soon enough for yourself.” He opened the door when the elevator stopped, and they walked off. “Have a nice afternoon. The garden’s very pleasant this time of day.”

  After checking for messages, Peyton and Brag began their own leisurely tour of the hotel in the lobby. The concierge had given them a thick booklet, which covered the history of the hotel and described the details of each room. There was certainly a lot of rich, dark wood and gilt. Everything was as it would have been decorated when it had been built. It wasn’t an old hotel decorated with modern techniques or colors. Original fixtures, such as the three large chandeliers, had been cleaned, updated with new wiring, and rehung. The wallpaper had been custom made by a company specializing in historic restoration. The furniture placed in comfortable groupings throughout the room was also specific to the period when the hotel had been first completed.

  All in all, there was no way Peyton couldn’t be impressed. “I could very happily live here,” he shared with Brag. “Maybe when I’m old and would rather be catered to than do for myself.”

  “Some people do live here. There’s a new building about three hundred feet from the hotel. It looks like it’s always been there. You’ll see it when we go out to the garden. There are about twenty residences people lease.”

  “I bet it’s not cheap.”

  “Probably not. I better start investing more in my 401k.”

  The statement gave Peyton hope that Brag was envisioning a future with him. His fingers tightened on Brag’s as they walked through to the garden. It was bathed in the afternoon sun. There were tables with umbrellas close to the hotel, people seated beneath as they enjoyed their meal. He made a mental note to ask if Brag would like to eat outside the next day or maybe having a drink and watch the sunset.

  They wandered around the garden for nearly a half hour, avoiding the maze for the time being, until a hotel staff member came out to tell them that Bart was awake and asking if they would like to join him for a
n early meal. They followed the young woman to Bart’s private quarters. It was near the kitchen, which they had to pass through to get to it. They soon learned that Bart had lived in the set of rooms for nearly eighty years and that the only time he hadn’t was when it had been modernized after the new owner took the hotel over.

  The scents in the kitchen, which was nearly as large as the lobby, were enough to stir Peyton’s hunger to life. There was a small army of people doing everything from washing pots and pans, and prepping and cooking an assortment of foods, to creating plates of elegant desserts. Peyton’s stomach grumbled.

  “I want one of those things covered in red raspberries and chocolate,” Brag told him after they passed the stainless-steel table with desserts covering it from one end to the other.

  “Me, too.”

  Bart was in his living room waiting for them. He gave them a huge grin, once again showing off the teeth he was so proud of. “Come on in, boys. Have a seat. I figured we could talk a while before we eat. Can we get you something to drink? Coffee? Water? Something stronger? We have a fine selection of beer here.”

  “Beer sounds good. How about you, Brag?”

  “Beer sounds good to me, too. Got any Irish?”

  “Sure do.”

  It didn’t take long to get settled in with Bart. The man was friendly and an excellent host. Peyton figured the elderly man had had a few decades to perfect his skills. “How is your stay so far? Is your room good?”

  Peyton chuckled. “I think someone gave us an upgrade.”

  Bart nodded. “I did that. I figured, if you’re here to investigate strange things, you might as well be in one of the better places to find them. Anything yet?”

  “Uh, do scattered rose petals sound strange?”

  Bart winked. “Sounds about right. If they like you, you get a nice gift. Sounds like you guys got lucky. Some people stay for a week or two, waiting for something to happen, and it doesn’t. I hate to see them disappointed, but I don’t have any control over it.” He chuckled. “Sometimes I wish I did.”