Spar

by Nikko Lee

  Maybe it was Jaime’s commanding tone or the implicit permission he was giving Tyler to enjoy a forbidden act, but Tyler finally let out a long held breath and felt his body unwind. He spread his legs. Jaime shifted his weight onto Tyler’s body as he slipped a leg between Tyler’s and straddled Tyler’s thigh.

  “That’s better.”

  Open and exposed, Tyler’s cheeks burned against the comforter. Beneath him, his cock hardened against the bed. The cold air hit his asshole, causing his butt to clench. Jaime slapped Tyler’s ass again. Tyler stifled a yelp and consciously willed his muscles to release.

  “It won’t hurt much, if you relax.” Jaime shifted his weight as he reached over to the nightstand where he’d placed the bottle of lube and condom. “This might be a little cold at first, but I know how to make you hot.”

  Tyler closed his eyes as he listened to Jaime pop the cap on the bottle and squeeze out the gel. The nervousness he felt was a mixture of fear and anticipation. He had come too far to turn back now without a serious case of blue balls and a sense of failure. Jaime placed one hand on Tyler’s leg as a warning he was about to begin. The first drop of the gel was a surprise. Trepidation was replaced with an electric thrill that shot through Tyler’s body as Jaime’s finger massaged the lubrication around Tyler’s asshole.

  “Oh, fuck!” Tyler’s hips bucked up toward Jaime’s finger anytime he eased the delicious pressure.

  “That’s right.” Jaime’s finger pressed against Tyler’s outer rim. “It gets even better.”

  Hands gripping the bed, forehead pressed down, Tyler tried to keep his body still as Jaime’s finger worked into and out of him. It was a losing battle. The more Jaime worked him, the more Tyler’s self-control was stretched to the limits.

  “I’m going to open you up a little more before we get started,” Jaime purred.

  “Jesus.” Tyler’s whole body convulsed at the thought of the promised invasion. “If we haven’t gotten started yet, I don’t know how long I’m going to last once we do.”

  Jaime’s chuckle was sweet and sultry. Even though Jaime was a good twenty pounds lighter than Tyler, the weight of his body against Tyler’s back was familiar and reassuring. Jaime applied more lubrication then slipped two fingers into Tyler.

  “Easy now,” Jaime cooed. Tyler’s body fought then yielded in turn. “I’ve got you. Just relax and enjoy.”

  It felt too good to relax. The cold burn of being opened by such a gentle touch had Tyler wanting more. Only Jaime’s hold on him kept him from moving too suddenly. Jaime’s strokes were long and even. Each time, he pushed deeper and spread his fingers. The hot, hard length of Jaime’s erection burned against Tyler’s thigh. He wondered how Jaime could stay so calm and in control.

  “Do you want more?”

  “Yes.”

  The desperation in Tyler’s voice shocked him, but he was beyond caring how he sounded.

  “Kneel.”

  While Tyler gathered his knees beneath him, he turned to see Jaime rolling the condom onto his dick. Jaime’s eyes brimmed with lust. His cock was so swollen it arched toward his navel.

  “You ready for this?” Jaime asked as he stroked his sheathed member.

  Tyler could only nod and offer himself. On all fours, knees apart, he waited for Jaime to take him. The bulbous Jaime’s tip butted up against Tyler’s asshole and felt impossibly large. As much as Jaime had tried to prepare him with fingers, Tyler would have to relax and stretch further to accommodate Jaime’s girth. Tyler’s cock bounced at the thought. Jaime was perfectly still. Taking a deep breath, Tyler eased back. To his surprise, Jaime slipped into him with little more than the familiar cold burn he’d felt earlier. With a controlled thrust, Jaime continued to push into Tyler until ass met thigh.

  A shudder ripped up Tyler’s balls and straight out his dick. Only Jaime’s steady hand on Tyler’s hips kept him from drilling against Jaime. They stayed frozen for several seconds until Tyler felt the urgent need for release dull, but it remained dangerously close to the surface as Jaime started to move.

  Pumping into Tyler in slow, even thrusts, Jaime’s fingers dug into Tyler’s hips. The desperate hunger of his grip contrasted with the measured pace he was setting. Tyler grabbed his own cock and started stroking it in time with Jaime’s thrusts. The buildup was so sublime it hurt. Caught between the need to come and the desire to make this feeling last forever, Tyler closed his eyes and gave into Jaime completely.

  “You don’t know how good this feels.” Jaime’s low, throaty voice was music to Tyler’s ears.

  Tyler knew how incredible he felt. Precome dribbled over his fingers. It wouldn’t take much for him to release. When a soft moan of denied pleasure escaped from Jaime’s throat, Tyler broke. His hips spasmed against Jaime and drove Jaime entirely in him. No longer able to control his orgasm, Tyler bucked with abandon. His dick was an out-of-control piston in his hand until he erupted. Whatever restraint Jaime had snapped as well, and he drove home until he collapsed on top of Tyler, equally pleasured.

  The release would have brought Tyler to his knees if he weren’t already on them. Instead, he relaxed into the bed and stretched out on his belly. Jaime followed him. For a moment, they lay panting, still joined until Jaime rolled off. Tyler summoned enough energy to turn his head to see Jaime on his back, eyes closed. The rise and fall of his chest was returning to normal. The satisfied grin on Jaime’s lips echoed how Tyler felt.

  Lying there, Tyler was so open, exposed, and safe. Although he would never have imagined it before they had been joined, Tyler felt the absence of Jaime inside of him. The distance between them, which was no more than a few inches, seemed too far. With a pang of guilt, Tyler remembered he hadn’t even kissed Jaime. He always kissed the woman he slept with. Somehow that simple act now seemed as intimate as the experience they had just shared.

  * * * *

  Of all the scenarios Jaime had played out in his head on the way over to Tyler’s apartment, what had just happened was light years beyond any maybes and what-ifs. Jaime stared at the ceiling trying to catch his breath and convince himself this was just another experiment for Tyler. A few more of these experiments and Jaime was going to be closer to going steady than he’d ever been.

  The bed shifted as Tyler rose up on his elbow. Jaime listened to Tyler’s steady breath and wondered what he was thinking. Then he leaned in and placed his mouth on Jaime’s. It was a tentative kiss Jaime gratefully returned and deepened it until their tongues intertwined. Jaime’s hand locked on the back of Tyler’s neck and bound them together once again. As Tyler turned over to lie on his back, Jaime rolled with him. When their lips parted, Jaime rested his head on Tyler’s chest.

  “I could get used to this,” Jaime whispered through a yawn. His second workout of the evening was as exhilarating as his first. He still burned with the memory of their first kiss.

  Jaime settled against Tyler’s chest. He wasn’t one to snuggle. Normally, as soon as the deed was done he was hunting for his clothes. Since this was Tyler’s first time, Jaime was in no rush to leave. Jaime lay there as Tyler ran his fingers through Jaime’s hair. Lying in bed without a word spoken, the smell of sex lingering in the air.

  It wasn’t long before Jaime’s breathing grew shallow and even. Between the exertion and warmth of being so close, Jaime hadn’t realized how close he was to falling asleep until a shudder rippled him into consciousness. He sat up so quickly Tyler’s fingers caught in his hair.

  “I should get going.” Jaime glanced at the alarm clock on the night table. It was getting late, but more importantly, he had nearly fallen asleep. And he never slept over. “You probably have to get up early for work.”

  His eyes scanned the room for his clothes, never once looking at Tyler for more than a moment. Jaime had already stayed too long. Tyler sat in bed and watched him rush around the room gathering his belongings.

  “Are you okay?” Tyler asked.

  “Yes.” Jaime pulled on his pants and tried not t
o trip. “I’ll just grab my gi and get going.”

  “But it’s still wet.” Tyler was frowning. “You can just toss it in the dryer and come back to bed.”

  Jaime stopped in his tracks and stared at Tyler. None of the other guys he’d bedded ever cared much about Jaime sticking around, even out of politeness.

  “You want me to stay?” Jaime stood with his fly open and his shirt in his hand. He knew he should leave, but he didn’t want to hurt Tyler’s feelings either. Tyler pulled back the covers on his bed and offered him a place.

  “I sleep better with someone else in the bed.”

  After an internal debate that lasted nearly a minute, Jaime dropped his shirt and walked back to the bed. His pants hit the floor as he stared at the bed. It was so much easier to get into it to have sex with a guy than it was to actually sleep with him. Tyler had shown him so much trust Jaime felt he could risk getting closer to him than he had let himself get with anyone else. Besides, it was just one night.

  Tyler slipped under the covers and draped them over Jaime. Despite the queen-sized bed, Jaime curled up on the edge. He didn’t want to crowd Tyler. Then he felt Tyler’s hand along his back and lips kissing his shoulder.

  “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.” Tyler sounded disappointed.

  “I’ve never slept over with anyone.”

  Tyler moved in closer, molding his body to Jaime’s. Instead of feeling trapped, Jaime felt comfortable. His body finally relaxed and he allowed himself to enjoy the physical contact that was more intimate to him than any sexual act.

  “Never?” Tyler wrapped his arm around Jaime and linked his fingers in Jaime’s. “Why not?”

  Jaime took a deep breath. His instincts had always served him well, but he wasn’t sure exactly when he had started keeping the men he slept with at a distance. “I don’t know. It always just seemed easier that way.”

  As Tyler continued to stroke Jaime’s hand, Jaime nestled into the crook formed by Tyler’s body.

  “When the sex is great, there’s no awkward conversation if someone decides it was a mistake.”

  Jaime’s voice drifted off but he wasn’t ready to fall asleep. The last time he’d been with a guy in bed for more than just sex was a long time ago, and it hadn’t ended well. Jaime didn’t like to talk about his past or anything too personal, for that matter. Tyler had a way of making Jaime confront his fears and insecurities.

  “What happened?” Tyler nuzzled Jaime’s neck and inhaled.

  “When I was in high school, I got involved with a guy. I thought it was pretty serious. At least, it was serious for me. I thought I was in love with him. He wasn’t ready for anyone to know he was gay. I don’t think he really thought of himself as gay. We just fooled around and left it at that.” Jaime was surprised at the pain still lingering under the surface. He tried to sound matter of fact as he fought against the heartache. Tyler squeezed Jaime’s hand. “His brother caught us fooling around, told all our friends in our judo class that I had forced myself on his brother. I left the dojo.”

  “Why didn’t you just tell the sensei what happened?”

  Jaime shifted around to face Tyler.

  “I wouldn’t ever out someone, especially not someone I cared about.”

  “But he hung you out to dry.” Tyler propped himself up on one elbow. He looked like he was getting ready to give Jaime a sempai lecture. “Why didn’t you stand up for yourself?”

  Jaime lay on his back and stared at the ceiling. “It just wasn’t worth it.”

  “But you are worth it.”

  Before Jaime could protest, Tyler kissed him. Tyler’s lips enveloped every inch of Jaime’s lips, jaw, and neck until Jaime could no longer suppress his smile. How could one man make him feel like he mattered more than anyone else in the world?

  Chapter 13

  Being with Jaime was surprisingly easy. Inside Tyler’s apartment, the rest of the world didn’t exist. They spent hours in bed, on the couch, or even on the kitchen floor exploring every inch of flesh and every subtlety of sensation until satisfaction was reached on both their parts. After several reminders that Tyler wanted him there, Jaime finally was comfortable sleeping over on the weekends. Tyler just couldn’t get enough of Jaime.

  Outside of Tyler’s apartment was a whole different world. Jaime was surprisingly good at pretending there was nothing between them other than friendship. Even in karate class, whether Tyler complimented his technique or corrected him, Jaime always maintained a neutral yet friendly expression. Even though Tyler had spent hours with him and knew exactly how to turn him on with a look or touch, Tyler couldn’t detect any trace of that intimacy in Jaime’s actions or speech. Tyler was certain no one would have guessed the connection between them.

  “Konnichi-wa, Sensei. Konnichi-wa, Sempai.”

  The lightness in Jaime’s voice delighted Tyler’s heart. He nodded, not daring to linger too long as he entered the dojo. Class had become their secret foreplay. Having to not let on his growing arousal only heightened the tension. Even though class had yet to start, Tyler couldn’t wait until it was done and he could get Jaime alone in his apartment.

  By the time class was over, Tyler was getting ready to spar with Jaime when Sarah approached him.

  “Sempai, would you mind helping me out with my kata?” Sarah asked as she bowed.

  “Tired of beating up on Randy?” Tyler couldn’t resist teasing Sarah. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jaime and Randy working together.

  Sarah smiled. “Sensei Melissa said I only have a month to get ready for testing.”

  “I think the years you’ve spent training to get to this point are what count.” Tyler didn’t envy Sarah. Sensei Melissa was a little unpredictable when it came to grading black belts. It required coordination with her teacher, their grand-master. Too often the testing student was the last to know when a date was set up. Considering how much of a nervous wreck most students got when they were given the nod, Tyler wasn’t surprised Sensei Melissa hadn’t given Sarah any more than a month to freak out.

  Sarah continued to stare at Tyler, waiting for an answer. As if he would say anything but yes.

  “So I thought I’d start at the top.” Sarah fidgeted with the hem of her gi top.

  “Good idea,” Tyler said and put her out of her misery. “Let’s get to it.”

  “Hai, Sempai.”

  It wasn’t exactly how Tyler had planned to spend his time after class, but he wanted Sarah to be as prepared as she could be. He had seen her go from a clueless white belt to getting ready for her black belt. When her time came, Tyler knew he would be as nervous for her as he had been for his own testing. By the time they were done, Randy and Jaime were changed and hanging out in the back of the dojo. At least Jaime had found a reason to hang around. Now all Tyler had to do was wait for Randy and Sarah to leave before he and Jaime could start their evening together.

  “Ready to go?” Randy asked as Sarah headed to the women’s changing room.

  “Give me two minutes.”

  Tyler headed toward the men’s changing room and caught a glance at Jaime. A smile crept on Tyler’s lips when he saw Jaime was watching him. It only lasted a brief second, but it lit up his soul. Tyler hurried off to the changing room with Randy, his thoughts of how he was going to keep that expression in place.

  “You want to go to the bar this weekend?” Randy asked.

  “Not really.” Tyler was focused on getting out of his gi and into his clothes as quickly as possible without obviously looking like he was in a hurry.

  “You seeing someone?”

  Tyler froze. “No. Why?”

  “You haven’t been around since you broke up with Jenny.” Randy shrugged. “I just wanted to make sure that you weren’t drowning your sorrows in beer and video games without me.”

  “No, I’m good.”

  Randy continued to stare at Tyler. He knew Tyler well enough to know if he was lying, so Tyler didn’t even bother to make something up
. The less he said the better. Whatever Randy saw, or didn’t see, must have satisfied him because he returned to packing up his gear.

  “Sarah’s got this friend,” Randy said and Tyler groaned before he could catch himself. “Don’t be like that. She’s really cute, smart, and loves getting outside.”

  “Really, I think being single for a while might do me some good.”

  Randy nodded but didn’t look convinced. “As long as you are okay.”

  “I’m fine.”

  “Because a man’s got needs.”

  “Stop busting my balls.” Tyler wasn’t doing a good job of hiding his irritation, but he wasn’t about to tell Randy Jaime was satisfying his needs. “I said I was fine.”

  “Okay, okay.” Randy held up his hands. “Sarah’s been after me to ask you. She worries. You know how women get. And you’ve never gone this long without being in a relationship. I was beginning to think you were hardwired for it.”

  Tyler bit his tongue to avoid incriminating himself any further. If Randy kept it up, Tyler would have to agree to some stupid blind date just to get him to back off. At least Randy would take no for an answer. Sarah might not be so easily satisfied. They were Tyler’s friends and they meant well, but Tyler was having too much fun with Jaime to think about anyone else. Randy wouldn’t understand that. Tyler wasn’t sure he completely understood it either.

  Randy didn’t say anything else as he finished changing. Tyler was starting to feel guilty for his reaction.

  “We cool?” Tyler asked when he met Randy at the door.

  “Yeah. We’re good.”

  “Good.”

  Tyler felt a knot in his stomach as Randy walked out to meet Sarah. Holding back the truth felt just as bad as lying. When Tyler walked out with them, Jaime was nowhere in sight. Tyler said goodbye to Randy and Sarah then headed for his car with the hope he hadn’t seen Jaime for the last time that night.

  He spotted Jaime’s car parked next to his and didn’t suppress the stupid grin when he saw Jaime leaning against his car. Tyler knew Jaime would wait for him. Their after-class meetups had become a welcome routine. Tyler felt his anticipation of another night with Jaime grow as he approached. The distance between them gave Tyler time to take in the sight of Jaime. His casual stance in the dying light of day presented an enticing profile. Tyler knew every inch of the man, yet each time he saw Jaime he felt the same nervousness as the first time they had crossed that boundary between friends and something more.