Falling for the Geek

by R. Cayden

  I gasped, my cock twitching in my shorts. “I didn’t know you wanted that so bad.”

  “Neither did I,” he laughed against my neck.

  The elevator dinged, and we both jumped back, then chuckled when the landing was empty. I hurried ahead and waved the key fob in front of the door, then held it open while Cass brought the bags in. The room was one big open space with a big bed against one wall, a couple of burgundy couches set up by a fireplace, and windows that looked out on downtown, towering above the trees.

  “It’s perfect,” I said, taking it all in.

  I closed my eyes, promising myself I’d remember this weekend, no matter what came ahead for Cass and me.

  My eyes popped open when he grabbed my side, then swung me up in the air and tossed us both to the bed. Laughing, I met him in a kiss, and as we rolled around, his hands explored my thighs and teased up under my denim shorts.

  “Hold on,” I gasped, pulling my lips away. My cock ached as it strained against my briefs, but I was self-conscious about Cass exploring my ass, something I had barely done myself. “I just want to hop in the shower and wash the road off me.”

  Cass arched his brow. “You want a little company?”

  I blushed and turned away. “I’m just going to wash up before you go down there,” I muttered.

  “Okay. You want a little company?” he repeated.

  I buried a laugh as I looked at him. His hair was tossed back, and he had an open, eager look on his face.

  Fuck, how could I resist something like that? Anytime I wanted to hide away awkwardly, Cass found a way to pull me back out.

  “Okay,” I said, swaying my hips as I started to the bathroom. “Let’s break in this shower.”

  A minute later, Cass had me stripped and quivering, hot water blasting me from three showerheads. He kicked his clothes off and joined me. I let him embrace me from behind and wiggled my butt up against his cock, fat and heavy against my cheeks.

  “Fuck,” Cass whispered in my ear. He dragged his rough hands across my chest, pawing and pinching at my nipples, and I twitched in his arms. “You want to feel nice and clean for me, babe?”

  I twitched again. Just hearing him call me that always sparked my desire. “Uh-huh,” I said, my eyes tight as water landed on my face and dripped down my skin.

  Cass grabbed the little bar of soap and tore off the paper, tossing it aside. “I know you taste sweet,” he said, working up a lather in front of me as his cock stiffened against my ass. “Your neck tastes sweet,” he said, then kissed at my neck. “And your mouth tastes sweet,” he said and pulled my face back long enough to hold me in a kiss.

  “And this,” he breathed, gripping my hard cock in his palm, then bouncing his fist, slick with lather, “tastes so, so sweet.”

  I whimpered and pressed back against him, silent in the steamy shower. Cass pulled his hands back, tracing my hip and leaving my cock hard against my abs. He groped my cheeks and took his time to massage them, then slid his fingers along my crack, soaping me.

  His touch warmed my hole, and I felt my muscles tug and clench. I had never been very interested in anal before, but now the good feeling that Cass gave me burned like coals, deep inside of me, and I needed to feel him there.

  I jerked my hips back, and Cass’s fingers circled, stroking along my rim. “That’s good,” he said, his fingers spreading my cheeks. “Nice and clean.”

  Water sluiced down my back and splashed to the ground, washing the suds away. When Cass dropped to his knees, I fell forward, slapping the tile wall to catch myself. His mouth was only inches from my hole, and I moaned, desperate for him to close that distance.

  “I want it,” I whimpered. “Please, Cass.”

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Cass answered. He pulled my cheeks apart with his hands, and I gasped as he found my rim, circling it with his tongue. The pleasure was immediate. It was wet and hot, firm and soft, all these feelings I couldn’t even process pulsing into me. Cass groaned under his breath as he licked at me and thrust his tongue, pushing until my rim stretched and took him in.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I gasped, my face against the tile. My cock was leaking, and I reached down to jerk myself, whining for my release.

  Cass’s hand found my wrist. “Not yet,” he growled, then spread my cheeks further and pushed his way into me.

  I moaned louder, no longer able to make words. Cass’s tongue stretched me wider, and my hole clenched, trying to pull him in. He was feeling parts of me that I had never felt myself, giving me sensations that were totally new and unexpected. His stubble scraped my tender skin with hot friction, and I pressed my hips back, moaning for more.

  Minutes passed, my eyes fluttering as Cass circled my rim and licked my hole. My cock twitched hard, gushing precum, and when I finally couldn’t take it anymore, I gave him what he wanted.

  “Please,” I demanded. “Please, Cass, I want to come.”

  He squeezed my cheek hard, sending a jolt up my spine, then grabbed my cock. My hole tugged on him so hard, I didn’t even realize I was coming at first. I just felt full of need and want and release, all at once and all coming from Cass. And with his face buried in my ass and his fist around my cock, I sprayed sticky jets of cum, then collapsed against the shower wall, deliriously happy.

  We had to rush to get ready for dinner but still managed to make it to the pizza place in time to meet Audrey. It was our favorite restaurant, the one she took me to after I passed a major exam and where I brought her after the breakup with her last girlfriend. It was cozy and small but with a big back porch and the best sauce either of us had ever tasted.

  “Fuck,” Cass groaned. A string of cheese stretched from his mouth to the slice he was holding. “So good.”

  “He’s got good taste in pizza toppings,” Audrey said approvingly. Her hair hung in waves down her shoulders, flowing over the top of her light purple sundress. “I thought I was the only person who liked black olives and pineapple together.”

  Cass took another big bite from his slice. “Thank you,” he said with a full mouth.

  I frowned at them both. “I’m glad they have personal pizza options.” I spun my little tray around, then pulled another slice of the veggie supreme off. “Although watching you eat that gross pizza does make me miss Atlanta, Audrey.”

  “You like it here?” Cass asked. “I’ve come through a few times to play a show. Seems nice.”

  “I don’t love sitting in traffic all the time, but outside of that, it’s pretty good. I love the library where I work, and of course the food is amazing.”

  “I’m definitely getting barbecue before we leave town,” Cass nodded.

  Audrey leaned back in her chair. “I’d say it’s perfect, except I miss having Shawn around. I’d almost be jealous that you got him all summer, Cass, except I’m so happy he’s getting laid.”

  I waved my finger in the air. “Nope,” I said. “None of that. It doesn’t matter how happy I am to see you. I’m still shutting down any embarrassing conversations before they start.”

  Cass took a drink of his beer. “Come on. I definitely have more embarrassing stories anyway. You can’t top the awkward teenage years.”

  Audrey leaned forward. “Giant cowlick, glasses that always fell off, gay as the day is long. Is that about right?”

  “He had the cutest way of shuffling his feet when he hurried down the hallway. Considering his shoes were always untied, I don’t know how he avoided tripping.” He took another bite of pizza. “Well, he tripped sometimes.”

  “Okay, okay,” I said. “Let’s not forget I have plenty of ammunition on you both, too.”

  Cass and Audrey exchanged a concerned look. “Safe for now,” Audrey muttered, then winked across the table at me.

  I didn’t mind the teasing at all. In fact, it felt pretty good to have a couple of people who knew me so well they could make jokes like that, and it reminded me again how close I had gotten to Cass in such a short amount of time.

>   “So, Cass,” Audrey said, “I take it part of the reason you came to Atlanta this weekend was to catch the show tomorrow night?”

  “Show?”

  “Twice Shattered,” she answered. “They’re playing at a venue not too far from here. I know you left the band, but when I saw the show announced, I assumed that had something to do with this trip.”

  I turned to Cass, who looked just as surprised to hear it as I did. “No, I haven’t really been in touch with them,” he said, his voice dropping.

  I pushed my foot under the table, toeing my sneaker against his boot to let him know I was there. I believed Cass when he said he was happy to have left the band, but he never really talked about his old bandmates or anything like that, outside of the few times he’d insisted there weren’t any hurt feelings. There could have ben more to the story, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it bothered him to be around his own old scene.

  Cass tightened his brow in concentration, then turned to me. “Would you want to come see the band?”

  I blinked, surprised by the question. Of course I was curious. I knew it wouldn’t be the same as seeing them with Cass behind the drums, but it was still a part of his life. “I mean, sure, if you want to,” I said cautiously.

  Cass nodded. “It’s hard to say when another chance to see them will come along. And I should be able to get us tickets with a quick phone call.” He turned to Audrey. “Three?”

  Audrey looked to me. “Sure. I mean, if you don’t mind me crashing your date.”

  I opened my mouth to object, saying it wasn’t a date even though my heart clearly shouted otherwise, but Cass spoke too quickly. “We drove across three states to see you, didn’t we? Nothing would make the date better.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Cass

  Shawn and I managed to stay in bed through most of the afternoon, which was fine by me. After we woke up pressed together under the soft sheets, I couldn’t keep my hands off of him anyway. We pawed at each other, and Shawn dragged his lips across my body until they were puffy and red, and I teased orgasm after orgasm out of him, usually with my tongue buried in his hole.

  I felt pretty damn good about myself. The trip was going as well as I planned, and Audrey and I hit it off easily. Her personality reminded me of Shawn, sweet with a streak of sass underneath. When Shawn and I drove around late that afternoon to check out his old school and drive by his old apartment, I got all the satisfaction I wanted from the trip, a peek into his world from before we reconnected.

  Still, though, when we drove up to the concert venue, squeezed in the truck with Audrey, doubt itched at the back of my skull. Twice Shattered playing a gig in Atlanta was too much of a coincidence to skip the show, and something about the way Audrey invited us, and the way Shawn looked to me for an answer, it had just seemed like the right thing to do.

  Or maybe I just knew that it would feel way worse if I hid from the band, like it would be some kind of failure for me to say no. Shawn had said several times how he wished he could have heard me drumming with Twice Shattered, and even though that chance had passed, this was the closest we were going to get anytime soon.

  Turns out, it was hard to let him down.

  The venue looked like a converted warehouse on the outside, with streaked windows and brick walls. A few tatted-up guys lingered at the door, glaring our direction as we walked up. I nodded my head back, not quite making eye contact with them, then pulled the heavy metal door open for Shawn and Audrey, a wave of screeching guitar blaring out.

  “It’s loud!” Audrey said, lifting her voice over the music.

  I fished in my pocket, then handed them each a pair of earplugs. “Here you go.”

  Audrey was wearing a black dress with white polka dots, and she more or less blended into the crowd, even though her open, wide smile was a little out of place with all the scowls. Shawn had worried that he didn’t have anything to wear to a show, even though I tried to tell him that the most punk thing to do would be to just wear his usual clothes and not give a fuck. He’d ended up going with a pair of black jeans, snug in a way I appreciated, and my old Faith No More concert T-shirt. The sleeves and the bottom were cut off raggedly, and it usually hung right above my waist, but on Shawn, it hung loosely from his shoulders and draped to the tops of his thighs.

  Fuck, did he look good, actually. Seeing him in my shirt felt like I was claiming him in front of all those people. The music scene I ran around in was pretty accepting, and even if it hadn’t been, I wouldn’t have felt weird bringing Shawn there. Any anxiety I had about that kind of thing went out the window when Leo came out in high school.

  But still, I’d never brought a guy I was fucking to a Twice Shattered show, and the experience made me feel a little dizzy.

  The band on the stage finished their set, and I turned to Shawn and Audrey in the silence that followed. “Drinks?”

  “Let me get a pitcher,” Audrey said brightly. “To say thanks for the ticket.”

  “All it took was a text message,” I said with a smile.

  When Audrey disappeared toward the bar, Shawn and I slid into a booth. The stage took up the back wall and the open pit before it was half-filled with people. In the back, though, the booths and tables were pretty quiet.

  I slung my arm over the seat, looking out at the crowd as I tried to sort through all the feelings it was bringing up.

  Shawn slid in beside me, and I dangled my arm above his shoulder. “Do you see your old bandmates?” he asked.

  “Nope. They said to stop by backstage after the show if I wanted. It used to be we’d come out and hang with the fans, but I guess they don’t do that anymore.” I turned in the booth and slid my hand through the hair on the back of his head, facing him. “We’ll see what’s up after the show, but if we all feel like, maybe I can introduce you.”

  Shawn blinked. “Sure, if you want me to,” he answered after a pause.

  I chuckled. “Why the fuck not?”

  “I don’t know. But I’m not going to have anything to say. What if I try to compliment them and it comes out wrong, or I say something I wasn’t supposed to say about you?”

  It was like when we were getting dressed to go out. Shawn was letting his nerves catch up with him, which meant it was my job to make sure he was comfortable. “Whatever you say is going to be perfect,” I assured him. “And if you’re really at a loss, just do this.” I half-closed my eyes, then stared into the distance, looking equal parts bored and pissed off.

  “What’s that?” Shawn laughed.

  I kept my eyes out of focus toward the back wall. “Around here, it’s socially acceptable to stand silently and make this expression.”

  Shawn laughed again, then mimicked the expression, all of his face muscles hanging loose. He looked kind of drunk and bitchy.

  “Whoa.” Audrey slid a full pitcher and some glasses to the table. “Cass, what did you say to piss him off?”

  Shawn turned to her but didn’t change his expression. “I’m just here for the show, man,” he drawled.

  Audrey stared back, then blurted out a laugh. “Okay, Shawn. Drink your beer.”

  I rubbed his shoulder, then pulled him closer to me while Audrey filled the glasses. Whatever insecurity I might have had about being affectionate with a guy at a Twice Shattered show was already out the window. The band was part of my past, but the weekend was supposed to be a treat for Shawn. All I needed to worry about was whether he felt comfortable.

  By the time we made it through the pitcher, the lights flickered, and Twice Shattered came out to the stage. When I glanced around, I realized the crowd had grown substantially, and the floor looked crowded from our spot in the back. The place was definitely a step up from our old venues, and I tried not to think about the cut the band would be getting from just that one evening.

  “Do you want to go up front?” Shawn asked.

  Mario, the lead guitarist, struck a chord that reverberated through the cheering crowd. I peered up front, but
the drummer didn’t look familiar, just some older guy with faded tattoos the studio had obviously picked.

  “Let’s check it out from here first,” I answered, not quite ready.

  And then, the best fucking thing I could have imagined happened. June joined Mario at the microphone, they announced that they were playing off their new album, and Twice Shattered launched into the most awful, watered-down, spineless song I had ever heard them play.

  My mouth fell open. The music was obviously meant to have enough of a pop vibe to get it on the radio, but it just sounded like weak metal clashing with bad pop punk. Mario and June screamed lyrics I couldn’t understand while the drummer hit out a steady, boring beat and the audience moshed around in front.

  I rose up a little on the back of the seat and peered into the audience. The crowd had shifted, I realized, and the weathered old scenesters had been largely replaced by people who looked more like rich college students.

  “What’s up?” Audrey asked, raising an eyebrow to me.

  I slumped back into the seat, but before I could explain, I just started laughing. A tension I hadn’t even realized I was carrying snapped, and relief washed over me. Twice Shattered wasn’t the same band anymore. Just like I feared, they’d sold out to the studio and changed their whole sound.

  And the drummer was the worst fucking part. No style, no flare, no improvisation. Just a boring beat some suit in an office had decided on.

  I turned to Shawn, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him into a kiss. I tugged his soft lip between my teeth, then pressed my forehead to his.

  “Whoa,” he laughed when I finally pulled back. “I guess you like hearing the old band?”

  “Hell no,” I laughed, so happy I couldn’t believe it. “They suck.”

  “Oh wow.” Shawn let out a shaky breath. “I thought I just hated them.”

  “Yeah, me too,” Audrey laughed. “I don’t know anything about this kind of music, though.”