by A. T Brennan
“You got it. So is this a May/December thing?”
“I’d like to think we’d need a bigger age difference for that.” I laughed. “I’m not that old.”
“You’re eight years older than me,” he pointed out teasingly. “You’re practically an old man.”
“Shut up.” I bumped him with my shoulder, causing him to laugh. “I’m going to forget you ever said that.”
“So, where are we going?” he asked as he looked down the street.
“You’ll see. It’s only a few blocks away.”
Walking hand-in-hand with Blaze felt nice. It was true that most of the people we passed looked twice at us, but there was no outright hostility. I liked feeling connected to him, and showing him that I wasn’t trying to hide him away like I suspected he feared.
“Food trucks?” Blaze grinned when we turned the final corner.
“You’ve never been down here? They have trucks here every night. In the summer they have a few festivals where they bring in trucks from other cities.”
“I never knew about this.”
“Well I’m glad I could introduce you to something new.” I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “What are you in the mood for?”
“Can we walk down the street and see what’s here?”
“Of course.”
After walking up and down the street twice we decided to get a little bit of everything. After loading our arms down with sweet potato fries, a lamb burger piled high with Greek fixings, a grilled cheese and bacon sandwich, an order of lobster mac and cheese, funnel cake, and exotic fruit smoothies we found an empty table and spread out our food.
“I’m glad I went for a run today,” Blaze mused as he took a bite of the mac and cheese. “Oh my god that’s good.”
“You like to run?” I snagged a few of the fries and dipped them in the spicy mayo they’d given us. “It’s something I should get into, I just find it tedious.”
“I’m getting back into it.” He picked up the plastic knife we’d managed to hunt down and carefully cut the burger and sandwich in half.
“Oh?” I could tell there was more to the story but didn’t want to push.
“I used to run a lot, but about six months ago I went out a bit later than usual. I was almost done my route when these teenagers jumped me. I never carried money on me so they kicked the shit out of me and left me on the ground. I don’t know if they knew I was gay or were just throwing slurs out, but they called me every name they could think of as they beat me.”
“What happened to them?”
“Nothing.”
“Did you report them?”
“Yup.” He bit his lip and grabbed a few fries. “A bunch of cars drove by while I was on the ground getting my ass kicked and the cops showed up. The sirens spooked them and they took off. I gave them my statement and did everything I was supposed to do, but it never went anywhere. I didn’t hear back from the police so a few months later Evan convinced me to call them and find out what was going on with my file. It had been closed within a week. They didn’t even bother to look.”
“So that’s why you don’t like cops.”
“They hassled me when I was on the streets but didn’t care enough to help me. They didn’t give a fuck when I’d gotten my ass handed to me by a bunch of kids, and they keep harassing me now that I’m living straight, so to speak.”
“Is that the only time you’ve been messed with?” I asked carefully.
“I spent six years living that life. Most of the time I could make enough to stay in a motel, but there were times I had to sleep outside or in a men’s shelter. I got in more fights than I can count, and most didn’t go my way. It’s a tough life and you gotta be tough to survive.”
I could tell it was hard for him to rehash all of this, but I liked that he trusted me enough to tell me. Instead of saying anything else I handed him half the burger.
“So, good date?” I asked after he’d taken a big bite.
“Oh yeah. The best I’ve ever been on.” He winked and then ducked as I tossed a napkin at him. “But seriously, thank you. This has been one of the best nights I’ve ever had.”
“Me too.”
We finished our food and then picked up an order of deep fried ice cream to share, just because. When we were done we walked into the shopping district.
Again, I didn’t even think twice as I reached out for his hand. Since we were in a pretty crowded area not all the looks we got were friendly, but no one bothered us. Since we were feeling a little stuffed we decided to go for a bit of a walk, and it was nice to just talk and joke with him as we window shopped and wandered around.
By the time we’d walked back to the car I was feeling a little conflicted. I’d had more fun tonight than I’d ever had, and I felt something for Blaze I’d never felt for anyone. I didn’t know if that meant I was falling for him, but I couldn’t deny there was something very real between us. The big question was if I could embrace it instead of pushing it away like my instincts were telling me to.
Chapter Thirteen
Blaze
As Galen drove us to his apartment I stared out of the window, lost in thought.
Tonight had been the most fun I’d ever had with someone. I wasn’t proud to admit that a part of me had worried Galen would act like we were just guy friends hanging out, but he’d been nothing but open. He’d held my hand in public, kissed my cheek, and as far as I could tell he hadn’t spent the night looking over his shoulder to make sure people weren’t looking at us.
He was being incredible, but there was still that nagging voice in my head that told me this couldn’t be real. Galen was from a well-respected, if not douchebag family. He was educated, successful and in a league I couldn’t even see, let alone be a part of.
I was a castoff with a mismatched family I’d made after my own had abandoned me. I’d spent years whoring myself out to make enough money to survive, and I was a perpetual loser who barely managed to stay afloat, let alone move forward or up.
Galen deserved someone better than me. Hell, everyone deserved someone better than me, and I was fooling myself if I thought for one second that he wouldn’t eventually see the truth.
I was tainted. There was no way around it. What I’d done, what I’d been forced to do had tainted me. Every time I’d let some random guy with twenty bucks blow me, or fuck me for fifty, I’d branded myself. Every time I’d stuck that fucking needle in my arm to try and chase happiness in a high that was killing me, I’d destroyed even more of myself. When I’d used the bottle to dull the pain that only got deeper with every drink, I’d made myself nothing.
It didn’t matter that I was clean now. It made no difference that I didn’t use my body to get what I needed anymore. None of that meant shit because it couldn’t change the past. It couldn’t erase the truth.
“What are you thinking about?”
Galen’s voice broke into my thoughts and I startled. “Nothing.”
I tried to school my features into a neutral look and only then realized we were pulling into the parking garage of his building.
“It didn’t look like nothing.”
“Just some shit, nothing important.”
“Anything I can help with?” He drove into his parking spot, and when the car was off he looked at me with concern.
“No. It’s nothing.”
“Okay, if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.” I leaned over the center console and was grateful when Galen met my kiss. “How about we go up to your apartment and finish our date?”
“I do like the sound of that.” He chuckled and gave me one more fleeting kiss before putting his hand on the door handle. “So, did I impress enough for you to put out tonight?”
“I’d say the odds are in your favor.”
We made our way into his private elevator, and the doors hadn’t even started closing before Galen pulled me against his body. His lips found mine in a crushing, hot kiss as his tongue sought entry into
my mouth, and I could tell things were different.
Usually Galen was receptive to my advance, and even though he fought for control, he’d never demanded it before. Even that first night he’d let me take over the kiss and our subsequent encounter. Tonight it didn’t seem like he was willing to relinquish control for even a second, and that thought made my already hard cock twitch in anticipation.
My back hit the smooth wall of the elevator and I moaned as Galen pressed his body against mine, keeping me against the cool metal.
His hands were in my hair, holding me still so he could angle my head exactly the way he wanted it. His lips and tongue were searching and probing mine in a hard kiss that stole my breath away.
Just when I was sure I’d have to push him off me to pull in a breath, the door to the elevator slid open. Galen moved away from me long enough to tug me out of the elevator and into the short hallway that lead to his front door. I managed to suck in a few gasping breaths, and then he was on me again.
I gripped his hips as he kissed me, and after a moment he pulled away, his hands still holding my head.
The look in his eyes was predatory, almost primal. His irises had almost disappeared so his eyes were dark and shining with lust, but it was his expression that mesmerized me.
It was both reverent and filled with passion, but there was something in there that I couldn’t quite identify.
Before I could try to figure out what it was, Galen grabbed my hand and unlocked his door with his code. I silently followed him into the apartment and straight to his room.
As soon as we were next to his bed Galen pulled me against him and once again devoured my mouth with his hungry kisses.
“I need you,” he whispered against my lips.
“I’m yours,” I managed to get out before he was kissing me again.
Our hands moved over each other’s bodies, teasing and feeling every part we could reach as our pelvises pressed together. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against mine and had to force myself not to move against him to increase the friction. Galen obviously needed to be in charge tonight and I was more than happy to go along with whatever he wanted.
His hands moved to the front of my shirt and his fingers quickly found the first button. As he made his way down the long line of buttons, his lips never leaving mine, I cursed the fact that I hadn’t worn a t-shirt. I gripped the bottom of Galen’s polo shirt, tugging it loose from his pants so I could slip my hands under it and move them over his smooth skin.
When the last button on my shirt was undone Galen stripped it off my shoulders, forcing me to let go of him so I could pull it all the way off. As I tossed my shirt to the side Galen stripped off his polo, letting it fall to the floor as he kissed me again.
I loved the feel of his bare skin against mine, his strong hands and arms on my body. As his lips travelled down the column of my neck I gripped him by the hips, trying to anchor myself as he kissed and nibbled at my sensitive flesh.
I expected him to make his way back up to my mouth, but Galen continued his downward trajectory as he kissed over my chest, taking a moment to lick and nibble my nipple rings, and then moved down the plane of my stomach.
“God, babe.” I had to widen my stance to try and keep my balance as he traced his tongue over my belly button before licking the skin right above of my waistband.
I watched as he knelt in front of me, his hands steady and sure as he pulled open my jeans and tugged them down so they rode under my ass.
I was about to ask if he was sure when Galen looked up at me, and the words died on my lips as his tongue darted out and licked the crown of my cock through my boxer briefs.
“Fuck,” I groaned, threading my hand through his hair. I wasn’t doing it to control his movements or keep him down there, I did it because I needed that extra connection with him.
Galen nuzzled his nose against my cock, breathing in deeply, and I bit back a moan of pleasure as he gently rubbed his cheek against my shaft.
He was driving me crazy with need, and it felt like my cock was going to burst out of my briefs before he even put his mouth on it.
After a few more torturous seconds he pulled my briefs far enough down that my dick sprang free, almost hitting him on the chin as he stared at it.
Galen might have had no problem jerking me off, but I would guess this was the first time his face had been even remotely close to a cock, and I steeled my resolve as he studied me. After a few seconds of observation he gripped the base of my shaft before bending his head to gingerly lick up the droplets of pre-cum that were leaking from my tip.
“Fuck.” I shook my head, desperately trying to keep my focus as he licked me again before running his tongue over my entire crown experimentally.
My cock pulsed in his hand, and he glanced up at me before sealing his lips around the tip. I groaned as he slid his mouth down until his lips were firmly around my shaft, right under the head.
His technique was raw and unskilled, but his enthusiasm, mixed with the fact that he was choosing to do this for me, made it the best blow job I’d ever gotten. It took every ounce of control I had to keep still and not shove my dick further into his mouth.
After a few teasing sucks Galen finally drew half my cock into his mouth before nearly pulling off and moving back down. His hand was stroking the part he couldn’t get his mouth around, and while his rhythm was slow the suction was exactly the way I liked.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed his attentions, but far too soon my balls began aching and I could feel the beginning of my orgasm.
“Fuck, too much,” I rasped, putting my hand under his chin and pulling him away. I wanted to come, but not in his mouth. I didn’t even need to be inside him, I just needed to be with him.
Galen stood and I covered his mouth in a deep kiss, moaning when I tasted myself on his tongue.
“What do you need?” I asked, my voice rough as I pulled my lips from his. I might prefer to top, but I’d bend over in an instant if that’s what he wanted.
“Lie down on the bed, on your back.”
We took a moment to pull off the rest of our clothes and then climbed onto the bed. I lay back on the incredibly soft comforter and super fluffy pillows and watched as Galen climbed over me. I started to spread my legs to let him settle between them, but he straddled my hips before leaning down to kiss me again.
I could feel his hard cock against my stomach and reached down. His skin was soft and hot, and he groaned against my lips as I dragged my hand up and down his shaft, never breaking the kiss.
“Under the pillow,” Galen pulled his lips just far enough away from mine that I could still feel them, but he was able to talk.
I reached up, sliding my hand under the pillow, and found a condom and a bottle of lube. I brought them down and handed the condom to Galen, curious as to who was going to be wearing it.
He ripped it open and rolled it over my cock.
“I want to ride you.”
I nodded and popped open the bottle of lube before squeezing a generous amount on my fingers.
Galen planted his hands on the bed next to my head and bent his body around me, lifting up so I could reach under him and slide my fingers over his hole.
As I massaged the sensitive spot, I used my other hand to give his cock slow and gentle tugs. When I felt his muscles soften slightly I pushed one finger inside him, sliding all the way in to the second knuckle.
“Fuck yes,” he hissed, pressing back so my finger was all the way inside him.
Instead of trying to move my hand, I concentrated on stroking his cock as Galen gently rode my finger. I loved how he was taking control of every aspect of the encounter. It was beyond hot that he was taking his pleasure, and I fucking loved to watch him enjoy my body.
“Another one, now.”
I moved a second finger up and his body accepted it with very little resistance.
“You’re so fucking hot, babe.” I sped up my strokes on his dick, wanting to see the extra p
leasure in his eyes. “So fucking perfect.”
“Put lube on your dick. I need to feel you inside me.”
With a muttered curse I pulled my hand off his cock and grabbed at the bottle of lube. It took me two tries before I could pop the top since Galen was still riding my fingers and moaning in a way that was clouding my brain.
It took some maneuvering but I managed to squirt some of the lube on my dick and then tossed the bottle aside so I could use my hand to slick up the condom.
As soon as I dropped my hand to the base to hold it still, Galen pulled off my fingers and slid down on my cock. His incredible heat gripped me as he moved until I was fully seated in him on the first pass.
As he leaned down to kiss me, his body pressing against mine, I lifted my knees and planted my feet on the bed to angle my hips back so we could stay completely connected as his mouth covered mine.
The encounter might have started off as fucking, but Galen’s movements were slow and gentle, almost languid. I rested my hands on the globes of his ass so I could feel his muscles moving as he rode me, making sure to match my kisses to the pace he’d set.
Everything about him was causing my body to light up. The feel of his slightly hairy legs against my hips, the slick heat of his passage around my cock, and the way his weeping dick was slicking up my stomach so he could rub it between us was all incredible. But it was the way he was kissing me that made heat blossom out in my chest and travel through my entire body.
“Fuck, I’m close,” I whispered against his lips. “Come with me.”
He nodded, returning his lips to mine, and I wedged my hand between our bodies so I could grip and stroke his cock. I wasn’t going to last much longer and I wanted to feel his orgasm as I had my own.
My balls drew up and my legs began to shake as pleasure built up inside my body, and before I could even try to push it back, it exploded in a reality-shattering release.
I felt Galen’s ass clamp down on my cock and his cum spilled over my hand and onto my stomach as I emptied into the condom. I wrapped my free arm around him, keeping his body as close to mine as I could while we were rocked by our combined orgasm.
