Wallflowers

by Sean Michael

  DJ's fingers moved over him, like the man was mapping him. A part of him wanted to hump madly against the wall, but a bigger part wanted him to take his time, to explore and enjoy, so he started slowly walking them back toward the bed.

  "Don't let me fall."

  "Won't." He had DJ.

  DJ nodded and held onto him until they hit the mattress.

  They sat together and he started working DJ's clothes off, fingers finding the man's buttons and pulling them out of their holes. DJ's fingers traced his lips, his jaw. He chased them with his mouth, nipping at them. Oh, fuck, this felt better than anything had in so long.

  "Stop it, man. Let me see you."

  "What?" It took him a minute to figure out what DJ had meant by that. "Oh. Sorry." God, he kept screwing up.

  "Don't apologize. I just...I want to see if you look the same." DJ winked. "You've gotten more nervous."

  "It's been seven years and I was an ass. Plus I did slam your head against the car window back there..." He was lucky DJ wasn't calling him a fucking coward asshole and kicking him to the curb.

  "I learned that you can't make someone come out. Kiss me again."

  Ryan decided to just shut up and do as DJ asked. He brought their mouths together and focused on how good the kiss was.

  DJ smiled and worked his shirt open with smart, clever fingers.

  He returned the favor, pushing the open shirt off DJ, fingers eager for the man's skin.

  Oh, fuck. DJ had ink. A blueprint, right across the man's chest. His fingers traced the lines, a low groan coming from him.

  "My last design."

  "What was it?" He leaned in and began to trace the lines with his tongue.

  "A...a church."

  "You designed a church?" That made this almost holy, right? He kept tracing, licking the salt from DJ's skin.

  "Uh...Uh-huh. Oh, fuck, Ry..." Those lean muscles rippled.

  Fuck, he knew this body better than anyone else's aside from his own. And yet he felt like it was all new again.

  DJ leaned back, the man's heavy cock outlined clearly in the thin slacks. Ryan's fingers went to it automatically, tracing it through the material. "Oh, fuck. Baby." He felt like he was twenty again.

  "Making me leak, man." There was a tiny wet spot, growing on the slacks.

  "That's a good start." He suddenly needed to know if DJ tasted the same. His fingers were almost shaking as he worked at opening DJ's pants.

  "It's okay. Really." DJ kept touching him, stroking him, easing him.

  "Need you," he admitted, though he wasn't even sure himself if he meant just now or something more intense, more long term.

  "I'm right here. Right here."

  "Yeah. And you smell fucking amazing." He got the snap at the top of DJ's slacks undone and carefully pulled the zipper down.

  Hard and long, crowned with bright curls, that cock was luscious. Groaning, he took it right in, his lips wrapping around the sweet tip.

  "Ry!" DJ bucked up, pushed into his lips.

  DJ tasted even better than Ryan remembered and he sucked harder, hands wrapping around the slender hips to encourage DJ to keep moving on his tongue. DJ rolled, moved for him, unashamed and eager, taking his lips over and over. He just closed his eyes and encouraged each and every thrust. Swallowing hard whenever DJ went deep, he reveled in the flavor.

  "Your mouth. Heaven. Christ, Ry. Don't stop."

  Like he was planning to stop. He increased his suction, wanting more of those needy words from DJ. His hands slid under DJ's ass, pulling the man in deeper. He wanted DJ to shoot, wanted his mouth flooded with his lover's pleasure.

  DJ's cry warned him that the man was close. He bobbed his head as fast as he could. Come on, man. Come.

  DJ called out, then that sweet prick swelled, filled his lips. Spunk poured down his throat and into his mouth and he swallowed and swallowed, taking it all in.

  God, this was DJ. His DJ. Ryan shot without even having realized he was close, his whole body responding to DJ.

  "Oh, God. Ry. You... Damn..." DJ slumped back on the bed, chest heaving.

  He took his time cleaning DJ's prick and then let it slide out of his mouth. Resting his head on DJ's belly, he panted, more than a little undone by the whole experience.

  Fingers carded through his hair. "Damn, Ry. You need a hand to take the edge off?'

  "Uh..." Heat flooded his cheeks. He'd come in his pants like a teenager.

  DJ chuckled. "Edge is off? Excellent! That means round two is lazy. Then supper, then round three."

  That had him grinning. It sure beat his plan of slinking off in embarrassment.

  "You got supplies?" Because he, stupidly, hadn't imagined he'd be getting lucky this weekend.

  "Possibly? I have a bag that's been packed for a long time. My assistant just refills things I use up."

  He didn't ask if the condoms got used up a lot. He had no right. "I need to get out of these pants, they're gross. Want me to grab the bag for you?"

  "No. No, I need to do it."

  "Okay. I'll be out of the bathroom in a minute."

  He dropped a kiss on DJ's belly, taking a deep breath, pulling that scent into him before fleeing to clean up and take a few calming breaths.

  He'd sucked off Daniel-Fucking-James Delout.

  Chapter 2

  DJ headed to his suitcase, fingers looking for things. Marlena was a master of organization and everything was exactly where it belonged.

  He'd just...with Ryan. Ryan who was obviously still in the closet, still not looking for a partner. Lord.

  He heard the toilet flush and knew he didn't have much longer before Ryan was back in the room with him.

  Walter woofed at him from the corner.

  "You want a bone, boy?" He dug out a treat, put his ditty bag on the bed and stripped down.

  Ryan came out of the bathroom and whistled. "Damn, that's still the finest ass in Canada."

  He waggled said ass, playful. "Tell me you're naked, too."

  "Okay. I'm naked, too." Ryan sounded a little more at ease than he'd been.

  "Cool. Come here and let me touch."

  He had fond memories of that runner's body, but he knew Ry was bigger now, more solid. He heard Ryan approach and he swore he could feel the heat pouring off Ry's skin as the man came closer. He reached out, curious, letting Ryan come to him. Ryan stepped into his hands, muscles solid beneath his fingertips, skin warm.

  "Hey."

  "Mmm. Hey." He explored, learning.

  Ryan was more muscled now, though not crazy built. There sure wasn't an ounce of fat, though. His touches made those muscles twitch, made Ry catch his breath.

  "You still run?"

  "I do. I work out with the team, too. The Vancouver Cyclones." Ryan had been in sports science when they'd been together.

  "I swim now. A lot." Swimming was safe, easy, and damned good exercise.

  "You look stunning." Ry's hands came up to slide over his shoulders, around his upper arms.

  "I'm glad." DJ pulled Ry closer, leaned back into the mattress.

  Ry lay over him, body slowly coming down on his as Ry's mouth found his. The kiss was lazy this time, easy and slow, and DJ explored every inch of Ry's mouth, their tongues playing together. Ry's hands cupped his face, fingers long and warm and he could feel each one on his skin. So hungry, so needy. DJ approved, stretching under all that skin.

  The lazy kisses slowly built in intensity, Ry beginning to rock slowly against him. He traced a line down Ry's spine, counting the vertebrae, slowing whenever Ry shivered.

  When he got to the small of Ry's back, the man shuddered hard. "Fuck. DJ." The need there sounded so good.

  "Mmmhmm. I have you." He kept touching, playing there.

  Ry bucked, the man's hard cock pushing against his thigh. It was leaking, making him wet. Someone liked that, so DJ kept it up, chuckling as Ry moaned. He wondered when the last time was that Ry had someone take their time, touch him to bring him pleasure, the man's reac
tions were so intense.

  They had at least an hour before room service closed, right? He couldn't quite remember what time the front desk clerk had said when he'd checked in, but Ry moaned into his mouth and suddenly he couldn't quite care.

  Their cocks slid together, side by side, rubbing steadily, just a little too fast for gentle.

  "Fucking want you." The want in Ry's voice was heady.

  "How do you want it?" He was easy, willing, able.

  "Anyway I can have you."

  "Then fuck me." They hadn't tried that together, back in school.

  Ry shuddered. "Fuck yes. Please."

  He nodded. "Look in my bag. There should be slick."

  Ry's body dragged along his for a moment, then shifted as Ry leaned over to grab the bag where he'd left it on the edge of the bed. He kept exploring, tongue dragging, fingertips touching so lightly. Ry made soft noises as he touched, almost sobbing as he slid his fingers along the sweet dip by Ry's right hip. He leaned down, curious to taste that spot, lick and nibble.

  Ry froze, let him explore with his tongue. "Fuck."

  "Mmmhmm." Smooth and soft, hot and a little salty--Ryan tasted good.

  "You're so fucking sensual."

  He needed to be. He only had four left.

  Ry's fingers slid through his hair, keeping him down at the man's hip. He could feel the heat of Ry's prick by his cheek. He turned his head, nuzzled that sweet cock. Ry whimpered for him and gasped out his name.

  "Mmmhmm." He kissed the tip of Ryan's prick, gathering the man's flavor on his tongue. It was like he remembered only deeper, stronger.

  "You do that too much and I won't last long enough to get inside you."

  He nodded, nuzzled with his cheek. Ry's fingers stuttered over his skin.

  "Can we do it face to face? I know you can't see me, but..."

  "We can." He was easy. Hell, he was the epitome of easy.

  "Want to see your face." Ry pushed him gently onto his back again, encouraged him to spread his legs open.

  "Are the lights on?" He reached up, hands searching for Ryan's face so he could see, too.

  "Yeah, they are." Ry nuzzled his hand.

  "Then you can see." The tiny bits of stubble caught his fingertips.

  "Yeah, I can." Ryan mouthed his palm.

  Shifting slightly, Ryan slid his fingers along DJ's inner thighs, heading up. He spread, letting Ryan look his fill, touch.

  "You always were hot." Ry's fingers slid to cup his balls.

  His knees bent as he spread. "Thank you."

  One of Ry's fingers slid down to stroke over his hole. "Really hot."

  "I'm tight, too. Going to feel like heaven around your cock."

  Ry's fingers stuttered and a moan filled the room. DJ grinned. This was more fun than he ever imagined. Then Ry's fingers pushed against his hole, one slipping right in.

  "Mmm. So good." He spread and made sure Ry could see.

  Ry made a noise somewhere between a growl and a moan, finger pushing deeper into him. One of Ryan's hands landed on his belly, pushing at him. Ry's hands were hot, the finger inside him especially so as it wriggled. DJ moved on the sheets, rocking with the touch.

  "God, look at you. Fucking sexy, DJ." Ry took his time, one finger giving way to two as Ryan worked on opening him.

  It was so different from their wham-bam encounters when they were in college, both eager and quick off the mark and Ry not wanting to be found out.

  He grabbed one knee, drew it up, and rocked down.

  "Oh, fuck. So tight. DJ..." Ry's voice was thick, rough with need.

  "Uh-huh. Your cock now. Pushing in deep."

  Ry jerked, fingers going in hard for a second. "Oh. Oh, fuck. Yes."

  He nodded, licking his suddenly dry lips.

  The fingers inside him slipped away and he felt Ry settling between his legs, one hand holding his right leg back.

  "Need you, Ry."

  "You got me." The head of Ry's prick pressed against him, and slowly, carefully, pushed in.

  There wasn't room for the moan that pushed out of him.

  "Oh, fuck, DJ. Hot. Fuck. Fuck."

  "Yes."

  Ryan pushed in deep, then deeper. DJ could feel each panting breath against his face, Ryan moaning. He turned his face, hoping for a kiss. Ryan gave it to him, mouth covering his and tongue slipping in. The kiss was hot and full of need, wanton. That was when they found their rhythm--pushing and moaning, skin slapping together.

  "Oh, fuck. Tight." The words pushed into his mouth along with Ry's breath.

  Hell, yes. He wrapped his lips around Ryan's tongue, sucking, hips moving in time. Ry managed to get a hand between them and wrapped it around his prick, pulling hard on him. DJ felt that touch, deep inside, and his muscles clenched.

  "Oh fuck!" Ry moved faster, really punching into him, managing to find just the right angle to pound his gland.

  "There. There. Fuck. Ry, please!"

  "Come on." Ry stayed on that spot, lighting him up from inside over and over.

  There was no way to hold back, no way at all, not with the way Ryan was touching him. His body met Ry's thrusts, each of Ry's little cries and moans making everything even more intense. He was drowning in the scents, the sounds, and best of all, the feel of Ryan's cock battering inside him.

  Ryan's hand worked hard around his prick, thumb stroking across his tip. He squeezed tight, gripping Ryan's cock as he cried out, came.

  "Fuck! Fuck!" Ry jerked, and DJ could feel him filling the condom.

  The bed felt like it was spinning and he reached out, gripped the sheets. Ry collapsed onto him, solid and warm, pinning him. Wow. Damn. Also, fucking A.

  "Fuck. DJ..." Ry's breath was hot as it panted out against his throat.

  "Uh-huh." Absolutely.

  Ry began to slip out and, groaning, he pulled the rest of the way out, hand gently bumping DJ's balls. DJ moaned low, his toes curling. He heard the condom hit the garbage can and then Ry lay back down, head on his thigh, still panting slightly.

  "You okay?" He was...well, hungry, actually.

  "Yeah, just a little... I never expected this."

  No. No, he hadn't either. Still, it was a way to spend an evening. He knew Ryan. Knew the man would never come out. This couldn't be anything more than a hook up. "You hungry?"

  "Yeah, I guess I could eat." Ry pressed an almost hesitant kiss to his hip, and then stood. "Can I steal one of the robes in your closet?"

  "Of course." He stretched, lazy, comfortable in his skin. "You don't have to stay, if you're uncomfortable, Ry."

  "It's not that. I..." Ry sighed softly and he heard the closet door open, close again and Ry came back and terry cloth brushed against him as it landed on the bed beside him "You're so Zen, man."

  "Oh, you haven't seen me fly into a crazy rage." He tended toward hot and cold.

  Ry chuckled, lounging on the bed beside him. "Does that happen a lot?"

  "I would say no, but my assistant would probably argue."

  Ry chuckled, touched his belly. "What do you want from room service?"

  "My safest option is whatever poultry sandwich and fries." Eating could be fraught with weirdness and he wanted to impress Ryan.

  "Safest?" He could hear Ry flipping through the pages of the hotel information book.

  He nodded. "Try eating one day with your eyes closed."

  "Oh, shit. Yeah, that didn't even occur to me. They've got a grilled chicken sandwich with fries; it comes with lettuce, tomato and pickle."

  "That's fine. I'm not picky." He had been, once upon a time.

  "Well, they've got a chicken breast with roast potatoes and fresh vegetables here, which sounds way better than a chicken burger. How about that?" Ry's hand touched his arm, warm, gentle.

  He felt his cheeks heat. There was a better than good chance that, during the cutting of the meat, the breast would go flying and he'd have to give it to Walter.

  That hand stroked his arm. "Shit, DJ, I can cut your meat for you
if that's what the problem is."

  "You know how embarrassing this is? I'm going for totally cope-y and suave here."

  "Trust me, you've got me totally beat in either department." Ry shifted away from him, picked up the phone. "Yeah, two filet mignons, please. Both medium rare, two beers, and two cheesecakes, please. Yeah, that's right. Thanks. A half hour? Cool." Ry hung up.

  DJ snorted. "That's not chicken." Still. Steak. Uhn.

  "No, but we never could afford it and you always loved steak. I'm guessing that's not changed and I can totally cut the fucking meat for you. Don't sweat it."

  "I love steak." He grinned. "So, tell me about your life, man. It's been so long." So long and they hadn't spoken, hadn't stayed friends. Lovers were nice, but DJ knew what was important now.

  "Like I said, I'm working with the Cyclones. I live in Vancouver, but I travel with the team. Work with the players who need it off-season, too. I like it, love living on the coast. What about you? What are you doing now?" Ry came and sat back down next to him on the bed, hand sliding on his thigh like Ry was starved for touch.

  "Consulting, teaching some." He shrugged. "It's not like I can design anymore." He kept waiting for that to stop hurting.

  "I'm sorry, man." Ry's fingers curled around his hip, squeezed lightly. "It was what you were made to do."

  He shrugged. "Whatever. I got it."

  "Have you tried-- Sorry. It's not really any of my business, I guess."

  "Tried what?"

  "Well, having someone else do the drawings for you. I mean, you can still picture the designs in your head, right? And you know the lingo and what blueprints should look like."

  "Yes, but would you want a blind man designing your house?" He wouldn't.

  "If I knew he did good work, I'd think it would be an added bonus, actually."

  Ry's hand crept to his belly and he could feel the man's shrug. "Like I said, not my business. Finding solutions is just a big part of the job, you know? And I hate to think of you not being able to do what you love."

  "I guess sometimes you just have to admit defeat." DJ thought maybe Ry was going to say something else on the subject, but he didn't.

  "So how are you staying in such great shape? Hit the gym a lot?" Ry's touch accompanied the words

  "Swimming. I can't get lost."