Hotter Than Hell

by Berengaria Brown

  Kalman refused to be sidetracked. He aimed to have Enre so aroused that by the time he sucked Enre’s cock the redhead would be helpless with lust.

  In pursuit of his aim, Kalman moved a little away from Enre and flicked his tongue over a nipple, watching happily as it stood up. When it was nice and wet he puffed air on it.

  Instantly, Enre turned his body, offering his other nipple, but Kalman was not going to be predictable. Again and again Kalman would arouse an area of Enre’s body, stroking, teasing, touching very lightly. But every time Enre tried to anticipate his moves he stopped what he was doing and waited in silence, or began somewhere else.

  Finally Kalman’s own dick was so hard it was paining him, and Enre was a squirming, puddle of need. Kalman leaned forward and sucked Enre’s cock deep into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and tilting his head to take every inch of it he possibly could.

  Paprika indeed. Enre tasted very spicy, just like the flavor Kalman had named him. Kalman sucked the redhead’s essence, then sucked again, drawing every bit of flavor into his mouth, letting Enre’s cock slide down the back of his throat.

  Enre shouted, and cum spurted from his cock.

  Quickly Kalman released Enre a little, before letting his tongue play with Enre’s shaft as his lover jetted more seed. Kalman licked and laved and sucked until they were both fulfilled, then he kissed Enre, sharing the spicy taste of his seed.

  “Oh, God, that’s hot.” Enre sucked on Kalman’s tongue.

  “Not half as hot as you,” Kalman replied.

  “It’s just as well we’ve nearly finished the garden bed. I’d rather take a nap than do much more digging today,” said Enre.

  “Yeah but they may be a little suspicious if we don’t finish the work, so up you get,” encouraged Kalman.

  ****

  Kalman was feeling a little weary too, but mostly he was planning their evening. They’d made love twice already today, but he felt quite certain Enre would want full-on sex in a bed with condoms and lube, and he wanted that too. But he also wanted time to talk to Enre. One of the things he’d missed about not being in a relationship was the time to just sit and relax, sharing the little incidents that made up his day, chatting about cooking, or movies, or nothing in particular, simply whatever interested them both.

  Enre’s fieriness was what he needed to bounce him out of his quiet, lonely rut, and get him back into the world, taking a more active role in day-to-day life. In return, he hoped to offer some peace and calm to the firecracker personality of his very own Mr. Paprika. Well, they’d see how it went. Even if a relationship didn’t develop, hopefully they’d remain friends, as well as work colleagues.

  By five p.m. all the new little seedlings were planted in neat curving rows in the semicircular garden bed, the colors blending in and out of each other so that when they flowered they’d be a blaze of massed color—red, yellow, white and pink.

  When Inigo came to pick them up he was very vocal. “That’s brilliant. You’ve done that so much better than I ever would. I’d never have thought to curve the bed like that, yet that tree absolutely demands it. It’s an awesome job, and a big effort to do it all in one day as well.”

  “Yeah well we’re pretty dirty and sweaty. Man, do I ever need a long, hot shower,” said Kalman.

  Inigo laughed. “Lucky the electric cart has no walls then, so your smell just wafts away on the breeze.”

  Chattering happily they returned to the greenhouse and Inigo helped them put away all the equipment. “Good night,” he said as he took the cart back to its lock-up garage.

  Enre and Kalman walked to the parking lot together. “So, your place or mine?” asked Enre.

  “Which would you prefer?”

  “I don’t mind, but my place is pretty messy.”

  “That’s fine, come to mine then. I’ll cook us something for supper and we can talk, too.”

  “That’s right. You said something about goulash and paprika.”

  Yes, he had, but he’d been talking about Enre’s personality, not offering to cook it. However, he had the ingredients in his kitchen, so he said, “I could make us goulash. Would you like that?”

  “Yes I would. But I really need a shower first. So, about an hour?”

  “That sounds good. I’ll see you then.”

  ****

  Enre showered and dressed carefully, and even remembered to stop at the store and buy a box of condoms and a jar of lube. He’d almost left the building when he decided to pick up a bottle of wine as well. After all, this was their first date. Goulash, Kalman had said he’d cook, so a rich red wine would be perfect.

  By the time he knocked on Kalman’s door he was feeling nervous, edgy, and horny. Which was pretty amazing since he’d come twice already today. But he was also looking forward to talking with Kalman. Kalman’s calm outlook appealed to him in a way that almost surprised him. He was wise and sensible and grounded and that soothed something deep inside Enre. Something he didn’t even know he wanted—needed—until today.

  Kalman opened the door and took him through to the kitchen. It was a large, light room, and something that smelled delicious was already bubbling in a pan. “Is that the goulash?” He walked over to look.

  “Onions, tomatoes, garlic, paprika,” said Kalman. “The meat is already browned, and when this is cooked I’ll put it all in the oven for an hour, then we’ll eat. I often make it in the slow cooker, but the oven is faster.”

  “I don’t cook much. I don’t have the patience. I zap a microwave dinner sometimes, or get takeout.”

  “Ah, that’s the difference between us, you see. I enjoy chopping and blending and stirring. Watching the meal come together, with each ingredient offering its unique flavor, making the whole a balanced delight for the eye, the nose and the taste buds.”

  Enre looked at Kalman. “That’s sort of what you said about the garden too, isn’t it? Watching the plants grow and develop, the trees bud and the leaves turn green.”

  “Exactly. With the goulash, each item has its place, and its part to play. When they are in balance, you get a delicious meal that thrills the mouth, the stomach, and the soul. But if one is out of balance, if one flavor overwhelms the others, then the meal becomes that flavor, not the dish you expected. Take paprika, for example. A wonderful spice that enhances the flavor of the meat, and adds to the vegetables. Warmed in oil, it develops slowly and reaches the ideal strength. But if the chef just sprinkles it on the food later, if he adds too much, the flavors don’t blend together, and the paprika overwhelms the subtle taste of mushrooms and tomatoes, and all you notice is the spice, not the entire meal.”

  “You called me Mr. Paprika earlier today.”

  “Yes. It may have been rude of me, and if so I apologize. But sometimes I think you’re like paprika. You are so carried away with a worthy cause, a perfectly reasonable issue, that you frighten everyone away by demanding they do something, instead of letting them understand the issues and decide for themselves how to help.”

  “That’s what you said about educating people.”

  “Exactly. When people understand things, they own them, and that’s when they help willingly.”

  Enre nodded. He understood what Kalman was saying and was grateful to his lover. In a few short hours, Kalman had shown him what he’d been doing wrong all his life. Kalman’s clarity of vision and thinking had opened up a whole new way of dealing with his passions and attitudes that Enre’d never expected to find. It was startling, awe-inspiring, and frightening, yet also clear and lucid and he wanted to move ahead.

  “If I’m paprika, what are you?”

  “I’m chives, the least exciting member of the onion family. I have a small amount of flavor, but am quiet and inconspicuous for the most part, hiding in the borders and rockeries of the garden. I am useful though, for when a simple flavoring is required, as in a salad, or an omelet, and I can help protect the other plants from pests. Pests tend to stay away from chives.”

  “So
actually you have an important role, but a background one, in keeping the garden free of bugs. My role is more obvious as everyone notices the flavoring of the meal, but your role only becomes obvious when you fail. While there are no pests, everyone is happy. But take away the chives and there will be bugs, and people will start complaining. In fact you’re probably more important than me overall,” said Enre thoughtfully.

  “So what pests am I keeping away at present?”

  “Some people might say the biggest pest is me,” said Enre.

  They both laughed then, and the contemplative moment was over. But Enre determined to think about all that some more at home later. Kalman was becoming more and more special to him after every time they spoke or touched.

  Chapter Four

  The meal tasted good, the wine Enre’d brought complementing it perfectly. But to Kalman the best part was having a like mind to talk to as he ate. He hadn’t been aware just how solitary his life had been recently, until he had someone to share with, someone he wanted to be with, once again. They talked about important issues and ephemera. They laughed and joked as they sipped their coffee.

  This was what he wanted in his life, needed in his life, a person he could share the little things with, as well as the big stuff. Someone to care about, and be with. Of course the sex was pretty good too. And oh, hell yes he was looking forward to the sex that would inevitably happen again soon. Making love outdoors in the clean, fresh air, under the sun, surrounded by the plants and gardens they both loved, had been beyond good. But there was also something nice about a soft bed where they could lie and cuddle and nap if they wanted to afterward as well.

  Kalman stood and held out his hand to Enre. “Shall we go to bed now?”

  “That would be the perfect end to a truly wonderful day. I even remembered to buy condoms and lube.”

  “Oh, well done.”

  “Yeah, well I’ve been looking forward to this all day. Not that the other sex we had wasn’t great. It was, it truly was. But I like the idea of fucking you in a bed, taking as long as we like.”

  “What? You’re going to slow down?”

  “Very funny. I can try.”

  “Uh-huh. Let’s see how we go then.”

  Enre took Kalman’s hand and they walked to the bedroom. Kalman was proud of his bedroom. He’d put a lot of effort into decorating it to be a restful, yet welcoming space, with deep green drapes and quilt, a gray floor rug with a dark green and light green leaf pattern, and a mahogany dresser.

  “I like this room. I like your kitchen too. This is not just a house, it really is a home. You’ve definitely got an eye for color and style, Kalman, no doubt about it.”

  “Thanks. I enjoyed thinking and planning what I’d do, then choosing everything. I guess it’s like cooking and gardening. I like to see things develop into something attractive.”

  “It’s a talent, Kalman, and you’re very good at it. Now let’s get undressed and actually use the bed.”

  “Still in a hurry, Enre? The bed isn’t going anywhere, and neither am I. Why don’t you see how slowly you can get undressed?”

  “What?”

  “Strip. Do a bump and grind. Take off your clothes very slowly and entice me as you do it.”

  “You do understand I may just combust if I don’t get my dick inside you pretty soon,” said Enre rather tersely, although the little laugh lines around his eyes proved he wasn’t genuinely upset.

  “Would you like me to go first then?”

  “Hell, no. The minute you bare your ass I won’t be able to keep my dick out of it.”

  Kalman laughed, spread his legs wide apart, and folded his arms across his chest. “Okay. Let’s see you strip.”

  To Kalman’s surprise, Enre began humming the theme from “The Stripper” as he kicked first one shoe, then the other one off. Enre rotated until his back was to Kalman and did a very creditable wiggle with his ass and hips, before turning around to face him again, and slowly pulling his shirt up his chest, revealing an inch of his pale flesh at a time.

  Enre’s skin was so fair and delicate looking, yet Kalman knew from that very day’s experience the man’s body was sturdily muscled and strong. He’d done his full share of the hard work, with no signs of tiring or wanting to stop. But that pale skin was incredibly sexy.

  Finally Enre threw his shirt over his head and rested his hands on his hips, doing a few wiggles, before unbuckling his belt and lowering his zipper. Sneakily, he turned away before removing his pants, so Kalman didn’t get to see the hard ridge of his cock covered by nothing but some thin underwear.

  Boxers or briefs? Silk or cotton? wondered Kalman, his gaze on Enre’s hips, waiting to see what was revealed.

  Enre pushed his pants down his legs and kicked them off his feet in two hasty moves, revealing plain black briefs, which were pulled off in a nanosecond. “Now you,” he demanded, his hand on his cock, tugging it.

  Kalman grinned to himself. Well at least Mr. Paprika had tried to be patient. He’d made a good start but hadn’t been able to sustain the idea of slow. Still, it showed he was very teachable and willing to learn.

  Kalman circled slowly, round and around, running a hand over his own arm, then across his chest, and down a leg.

  He lifted one foot up onto the bed, then bent right over, slowly unlacing his shoe. But instead of taking it off, he replaced that foot on the floor, and unlaced the other shoe. Then with his back to Enre, he danced across the room and back again a few times, doing his best imitation of a stripper.

  Kalman knew he couldn’t take this as slowly as he wanted to, or Enre really might explode and that would be embarrassing for them both, but he determined to watch Enre closely and string the performance out for as long as he could. So he unbuttoned his shirt and left it open, but still on. The same with his jeans. He undid his belt and slid the zipper down, displaying a few inches of underwear, but without removing his clothing.

  Enre’s cock was engorged and he was tugging on it, but gently, so Kalman knew the dance could continue a little longer.

  He slid his arms out of his shirt sleeves, using the shirt as a banner to wave around before finally dropping it on the floor, standing still, opening his legs wide and very, very slowly pushing his jeans down.

  He stepped out of his jeans and shoes together, but then danced away from Enre, keeping his back to the redhead until he reached the far wall. Only then did he turn and catch a thumb in his underwear, pulling it down onto his hip, exposing a few inches of bare skin.

  Enre was licking his lips, the hand on his dick still now.

  Kalman gradually pulled his briefs off, freeing his cock. Then he slowly walked back across the room to stand directly in front of Enre.

  “You call me paprika and hot. You may be chives and mild in flavor but I’ve never seen anything hotter than you right now. I reckon you’re hotter than hell. Let’s fuck,” suggested Enre.

  Suddenly the air in the room disappeared and Kalman’s chest tightened with the need to have Enre in his arms. To have Enre inside him again. They tumbled onto the bed together in a flurry of arms and legs, then Kalman rolled onto his back, spreading his legs wide and holding them up on his forearms. “Where the lube?”

  “Damn. Still out in the other room.” Enre jumped off the bed and raced into the kitchen, returning with a box of condoms and jar of lube. He threw himself back onto the bed, half rolling until he was balanced directly in front of Kalman. He opened the jar, dropping the lid on the floor, throwing the condoms onto the bed and dipping his fingers into the lube all in one breathless action that almost had Kalman laughing. “It’s okay, you know. You can take more than a minute to prepare me. That can be foreplay too, if you want it to be.”

  “Fuck foreplay. I just want to fuck you.”

  This time Kalman did laugh, then he gasped as Enre’s wicked fingers were deep in his ass already, smoothing the lube around his walls, stretching his opening, and generally arousing him much higher than he’d been a few
minutes earlier.

  Their heavy breathing was the only sound in the room, then Enre reached for the condoms. “I know you said you’re clean. I just want you to know that I am too. I had the tests only a few months ago and I haven’t been with anyone since. But I bought this box anyway so we may as well use them, right?’

  Kalman nodded, his gaze fixed to Enre’s serious face.

  The redhead’s eyes were heavy lidded with lust, his cock standing straight and tall and evidently more than ready to be inside Kalman again. Oh how Kalman wanted that. There had indeed been enough slow, enough foreplay. Now was the time for some real action.

  Enre rubbed lube over the condom, then poised himself at Kalman’s entry. “Ready?” he gasped hoarsely.

  “And waiting.”

  With that Enre pushed in. Kalman was intensely aroused and Enre’s cock pressed past the tight ring of muscles and deep inside easily. When he was balls-deep they both sighed and relaxed.

  “You feel so good. Hot, tight, perfect,” said Enre.

  “You’re perfect from my angle on the action too.”

  Enre grabbed Kalman’s hips and began a steady in and out movement that had them both moving their hips in complete harmony, pressing forward and back in matching rhythm, their bodies totally attuned to each other. Gradually their hands started moving, stroking arms and thighs, resting on shoulders, even touching nipples, ribs and backs, while they maintained a steady, but slowly increasing pace. Before long they were breathing heavily, their bodies as sweaty as they’d been that afternoon, their chests heaving, hearts pounding, and hips snapping back and forth.

  As if by unspoken accord, both men wrapped their fists around Kalman’s cock. “I’m about to come,” Kalman warned.

  “That’s my aim,” replied Enre.