by Talon p. s.
Maxum responded with a low groan and a turn of his head, “Mmmm, let’s get out of here then.”
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Hours later with the moon beaming through the glass walls of the bedroom, the two men lay spooned into each other, Maxum’s arms wrapped around Darko, keeping him pressed back against his chest as they both quietly listened to their breaths settling after a long run of love-making. Maxum’s cock was still seated inside Darko’s ass, enjoying a few post coital thrusts, at the same time nibbling on the back of his shoulder. Darko had one arm tucked under his arm the other held fast to Maxum’s thigh still draped over his hip lest he decided to stop too soon. It was the first time they hadn’t gone after each other like wild animals. Racing to mark each other with spunk. Rather it was slow. Copious amounts of touching and kissing—and awesomeness. His eyes flickered to the clock. One hour and fifteen minutes. Talk about a stretch. A hand came around and pulled his face around to smear him with wet kissing and licking.
“Thank you.” Maxum sighed with content.
“For?” Darko shifted around to look back at him better.
“For a perfect night.”
“And the rent boy?” Darko wasn’t really meaning to antagonize him about it, but he was just a bit curious enough to tease him for it.
The taunt got him a burnishing kiss and a growl to boot. “You’re too fucking handsome to be owned, but I didn’t want anyone thinking any less of you.” His embrace tightened, pulling Darko to settle against the perfectly sculpted chest that pressed against his back. Spooning was always an ideal comfort but never before had it seemed like he lay with the perfect fit as they both snuggled in for slumber. He felt Maxum’s lips pressed permanently against the back of his neck. “You know I could come up with a lease with option to buy.” Darko managed to suggest before he’d drifted off too far. The heavy sigh of silence behind him was more than what Darko had expected, though. He even felt the slight tension in Maxum’s body and the pinch to his heart that Maxum didn’t even laugh the suggestion away. Rather withdrew from it. Another tell— only it was one Darko would have preferred not to have picked up on.
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Maxum’s Monday was like any businessman’s Monday, hectic with every hour of his schedule booked with more than one meeting he could humanly attended to. Tuesday was little better for him and when a sudden drop in certain stocks meant he had to concur with a telecast meeting with CEOs in Hong Kong, he barely squeezed out time to make the call that would cancel his dinner plans.
“So, how is my knight in shiny armor? I didn’t expect to hear from you until later.”
Maxum almost forgot why he called, as the dark voice of the man on the other end seeped into his mind and took form there. “Uh, yeah, I’m afraid I have to cancel on you. Meeting with clients in Hong Kong popped up.”
“Turning me down for Chinese food, huh?” Darko chuckled at him from the other end. If there was a note of distrust, Maxum didn’t pick up on it. “Well don’t come complaining to me when you’re hungry an hour later.”
“I’ll try not to.” Maxum let out a relaxed laugh, but fell silent, just lingering on the phone, not sure what to say but oddly he wasn’t feeling compelled to hang up either. He even found an unexpected comfort when Darko didn’t cut the call short, the wayward conversation that held little importance except to be company. Leaving him in comfort zone he seldom had these days yet would linger with him through his trip.
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Maxum was due in sometime tonight and had told him he’d call once he was in, so Darko was surprised when he heard the knock on the door and glancing out the window he spotted the familiar exotic car.
“Did you really come straight—” His words cut off when Maxum stepped in, dropping the suitcase down on the floor, then reached out grabbing him up and pulled him in for a lingering kiss. It was by far the best ‘glad I’m home welcoming’ he’d ever experienced and while one arm floated up to join in on the embrace the other still held onto the door to steady himself as Maxum’s tongue was clearly sweeping him off his feet.
Without breaking the sensual kiss, Maxum reached out and took the door from Darko’s hand, swinging it closed then wrapped him up in his arms once more, deepening the kiss. Okay so he was definitely feeling swept off his feet.
Darko started walking backwards and Maxum seemed to keep in tandem not allowing the connection to be severed for anything more than a few words spoken against his lips. “I was thinking I would cuddle the hell out of you before we went to your bedroom.” Maxum chuckled.
“Not bedroom— kitchen.”
“Mmmm, kinky. I can handle doing you on the kitchen table.”
“Food—” his attempt to debate the purpose of the kitchen voyage interrupted with more kissing, along with some disrobing of a suit coat from Maxum, that went flying over the back of the sofa as they passed it. Darko broke free of the lip loving, “As in, I am cooking some dinner.”
“Mmmm, but you’re the only one I am hungry for right now.” Maxum came at him with the full gusto of his physical appetite.
Damned if the guy didn’t turn him on nonstop. Darko felt the bulge building in his jeans, and Maxum’s hands hadn’t even wandered there yet. While where Maxum’s hands did diverge felt incredible, Darko’s body was screaming for him to get to his cock sooner rather than later. And, as if his silent prayers were being answered, Darko found himself thrust against the counter while Maxum worked his way down his body undoing the jeans to get them removed like he was starved for what was inside them.
Darko leaned back on his hands, catching the counter, as Maxum manipulated his legs and tugged his jeans from one leg then the next. His eyes flickered to the steaks on the stovetop grill, but was immediately pulled away from thoughts of dinner to the tongue lasciviously trailing up his thigh. He let out a hiss, letting his head fall back as his hips thrust out to greet the mouth making its way up.
Darko’s teeth found his bottom lip, his head still kicked back on his shoulders, and hands held onto the kitchen counter with a vice grip as he surrendered his body to the lips now mouthing over his cock through his briefs. Damn, how did he go all week without this? He had to wonder. Maxum’s hands came up on the backsides of his thighs then up over his hips, fisting into his briefs and down they came. His cock popping out to be greeted by the pressure of the man’s face, smashing against it, sucking in a deep breath as if sampling Darko’s scent to remember what he liked most.
“I need to turn the grill off.” Darko hissed, but the intel didn’t seem to register in the man kneeling before him. A hand caught Darko’s left thigh, pressing it to widen and Maxum dove in, his lover’s other hand scooping his balls aside, and a warm wet tongue found its way over his taint, licking him all the way up then over his sacks. Sucking on one, then the other before licking up the underside of his shaft over the hard ridge until finally circling over the mushroom cap.
The steaks sizzled and crackled on the stovetop grill until the smell of burning was starting to develop in the kitchen.
“Maxum I need to—”
“Don’t fucking move.” Maxum growled.
“Hey! Those are porterhouses on the grill. If they burn—”
“I will take you out for dinner when I have had my replenishment of you. And, by out, I mean an expensive dinner.” And without another word or letting Darko reach for the stove top, Maxum took the full length of Darko’s cock into his mouth, sucking him down entirely.
Darko growled out as his cock bottomed out in Maxum’s throat. “Oh god, that’s so fucking good.” More growling escaped him and his hand on its own accord, found the back of his lover’s head and held him as his hips rocked in and out a few times before forcing himself to pull out and let the man breathe as he also stretched over to turn the grill top off before burning his apartment down. “Deal.” Darko hummed the word out and was immediately being sucked back into Maxum’s mouth.
After Maxum had had hi
s phalacio fix, the two men changed clothes, loaded up in the car and headed out for Gramercy Tavern for the promised steak dinner. Maxum tried not to let his head suffer over his pleasures with this man. Not even when Darko’s arm went around him as they waltzed into the tavern area, to eat rather than the restaurant section, did either man seem fearful of the eyes they were likely to gather. Be that as it may, more importantly, Maxum didn’t worry himself that someone might make any presumptions of the change in his life or who he was with. Simeon never did steak. In fact, the only time Sim did anything that wasn’t vegetarian was when it was costing him a grand a plate at some charity dinner function. He fought back the groan, knowing he’d just invited his own troubled thoughts to drown his good mood. That was another place— another time—not for here or with this man.
They took a small corner booth that allowed them to sit catty-corner to each other and looked over the menu, but if there was a moment to be awkward, it never came. Darko struck up a conversation as if they belonged right where they were. No past or residue to shadow their evening.
“So tell me about your very first collector’s car.” Maxum blinked toward the man nearly surprised by the question. He shouldn’t have been, Darko was a man into manly things. Simeon had never taken interest in his collection, just that Maxum showed up in which ever model Simeon thought was going to impress his friends. Darko looked over the menu, occasionally looking back at him, waiting for him to tell the story. Maxum felt the smile warming his face. Everything else burning away from his thoughts and for the first time in a long time, Maxum felt completely at ease, and all too comfortable.
A smile returned to his face that he could feel as he pulled up the fond memory. “My first car was a 1955 Austin Healy. Damned thing didn’t ever run, but I liked looking out the window of my apartment and seeing it in my parking spot. Was seventeen at the time and I didn’t make enough money to afford the repairs so I got a second job, before I got it running I had my eyes on yet another car. I decided then I needed a career that was going to afford me my addiction.”
Darko was about to ask another question but was put on pause when their waiter arrived to take their orders. An answer Darko had yet to determine since they had talked nonstop since their arrival. Whether Maxum noted his hesitation, or he was just accustomed to heading the table, Maxum spoke right up with a plan. “Yeah, I’ll have the butternut squash with lobster and Brussels sprouts soup.” Maxum glanced at Darko, “Did you decide on an appetizer?”
“I trust you.” Was all he said, enjoying watching Maxum be in charge of the moment.
Maxum chuckled with a small shake of his head added to their order. “Very well then, we’ll also have the raw oysters and the Duck liver mousse.”
Darko’s head popped up with quite the expression on it, “Duck liver mousse?”
“You said you trusted me.”
“Well— I mean— it’s just—” Maxum merely gave him an amused grin and Darko’s brows must have dropped half way down his face with the returned expression he just got. “Yeah, okay, I’ll try it once.”
Their waiter grinned at them, “Very nice selection, and do you need some more time for your entrées?”
“No—” Darko spoke up, “We’ll both be having the Kobe steaks cooked rare, the leeks-n-mushroom side, and potato dumplings with the sour cream butter sauce.”
It was Maxum’s turn to give a surprised look, “You did notice they don’t have Kobe steaks on their menu?”
Darko’s matched him with a smug smile, “Ah, yes, but then it’s a steak house and all New York Steak restaurants know to carry it. You just have to be in the know to order it.”
Maxum nodded, Darko was right. Kobe was expensive and rarely listed on a menu, but if one could afford a Kobe steak, they knew it was there for the asking. He glanced up at the waiter waiting for the confirmation, “Is the Kobe available?”
The man smiled happily, “Why yes sirs. Arrived fresh yesterday.”
Maxum nodded.
“Excellent. Two Kobe dinners.” The waiter scribbled the selection down, made a slight bow and hurried off to place the orders.
“So did you ever get the Austin running?” Darko quickly set the pace back to cars and hot rods.
Maxum grinned proudly, “I did.”
“And what will it be that catches your eye next?”
Maxum chuckled and leaned over to plant a playful peck on Darko’s lips, “You mean besides you?” He returned to his rested posture, “Hmmm, not sure. Eventually I want to add the McLaren F1 or perhaps the Devon GTX. Either one is an exceptional car to have as well.” He scratched at his lip and made a chuckling sound, “I have a hankering for movie cars too, but one of my favorites doesn’t exist anymore. Crass bastards really did run it off a cliff and they only had the one modified Jaguar XKE sportscar.”
“Wait. You mean the Hearst Jaguar from Herald and Maude?” Darko laughed.
“Yeah, you know the movie?”
“Who doesn’t?” Darko took a long drink from his chilled glass of dark ale before continuing, “So no Bugatti for you? Or is that out of your price range?”
Maxum laughed a hardy laugh just then, “I already have two,” he nodded with a warm inward smile, “and they’re among my favorites. I picked up the Bugatti Roadster with two-tone matte black-n-matte blue paint several years back, but the moment I laid eyes on the Bugatti Veyron L’or Blanc, I knew she had to be mine. I sold off three of my others just to get her. I already have a plans for a trip scheduled at Volkswagen’s Ehra-Lessien Test Track in Germany in the late spring, to ship both cars over to run them wide open.”
The smile Maxum had now as he talked about the once upon a time top-secret, thirty mile oval track, was worth more than the cars he talked about and it had Darko falling for him. There was something about him that put him in a class all by himself. A self made business man that afforded him whatever he wanted, yet he lacked the ego that was customarily found with such status. Maxum was laid back with nearly everything Darko had seen him in, except maybe, his lust for raw unadulterated sex. He gave off air of regalness that only lent further to the pet name he’d tagged him with as his knight. Yet inside all that as Darko listened to Maxum talk about his experience racing down the last fifteen miles stretch as fast as he could push the limits, Darko also saw a kid waving his prized Mickey Mantle baseball card or something that was equally heartfelt inside. He may be wealthy, but he was human too and that was the part about him Darko liked best.
As the next hour and a half passed by, talk over food went from cars to motorcycles. From Maxum’s trip to how Darko got involved in sculling. Maxum asked questions like how the in-your-face iconic name came about for the Greenwich Queens Rowing Team and he listened as Darko rambled on about his faster than normal pace that made it impossible for him to compete any other way then as a single-shell rower. The two men could have been best friends just then, catching up on each other’s lives, with an equally invested interest. Only theirs came with some exceptionally steamy extra benefits that as the night dwindled down both were feeling rather eager to get on with.
After a hurried drive back to Darko’s place that showed off Maxum’s driving skills to match his car; he now sat completely naked in the corner of the sofa stroking over his cock as he waited for Darko’s return and was completely taken by surprise when the man came crawling over him from behind the sofa. Stout legs bound with uncanny strength, anchored around his head with his knees propped on the back while he lowered down until Darko’s face came over his lap, putting them both in the perfect sixty-nine position. Sitting vertically, that is.
Maxum didn’t waste any time taking to the man, burrowing his face into the musky scent of cock and balls being offered up to him. He reached up locking onto Darko’s hips and pulled him down until his groin was smashing him in the face. His nose buried in the tanned flesh. He sucked the soft flesh into his mouth moving to one nut then the next, washing each thoroughly with his tongue and inhaled deeply, e
njoying every aromatic flavor of the man and hummed his appreciation.
His thoughts skipped several beats when he felt his cock sink inside the warm moist cavern of Darko’s mouth that sent out a warm ripple of pleasure outward. Damned if this man didn’t know how to feed him. Maxum’s arms tightened around the lover’s hips crushing him against his face as he swallowed every inch of Darko’s still partially flaccid cock down his throat. Moaning at the joyous sensation of having it thicken inside his mouth, swelling hard flesh pressing against his tongue until he was nearly gagging with the now swollen gland.
Simeon never let him have this with him. In fact, Simeon didn’t like his own cock messed with beyond a hand job. It was a wonder why the man didn’t have it cut off, but then if Simeon had done that Maxum would have dumped him in a heartbeat. If he was going to have a man in his bed, he’s going to be a complete man, cock and all. Here, Darko didn’t thwart him, and so far allowed him to revel in his oral obsession. As Maxum figured, the man would likely even make him partake if he even thought to skip over such luxuries. Nevertheless, it wasn’t the case. Maxum loved a man’s body, loved tasting, smelling, and feeling every inch of it. He was addicted to it. The male body was his fetish and Darko suited his fetish perfectly.
Yet Simeon had his good points, having been the perfect partner on his arm; making himself the near perfect trophy husband. Simeon’s feminine wiles made him a social butterfly hit at all the parties and public socials. Befriending the wives of all Maxum’s partners in record time, he went to a calendar full of luncheons and teas with them. Essentially making himself the perfect pet-gay friend. Simeon kept the women entertained and feeling important, that alone made Maxum’s clients happy. However, Simeon was sometimes too flaming for his own taste. Not the androgynous male beauty Dane Masters’ brother Vince was, but most definitely a queen.
