Cover Up

by L. A. Witt

  Lucas was the first man Nate had touched—or even wanted to touch—since Caleb. In ten years, he’d been with one man and one man only, and the idea of being with Lucas made him feel like he’d be losing his virginity all over again. His libido was back in full force. His dick had been plenty hard while they’d felt each other up in the shop. Once the two of them were alone, Nate wouldn’t be surprised if he went off on first contact. There was probably a time when he’d have been embarrassed by that, too, but not tonight. He knew damn well he wasn’t normally a minuteman—and anyway, he relished the idea of coming all over Lucas, recovering, and doing it again. With as long as it had been since he’d had sex or even masturbated, he wouldn’t be surprised if he came three or four times tonight.

  There was a sex and adult novelty shop between the base and his house, and he pulled in and parked in the gravel lot. It was kind of weird to be coming in here without Caleb, but he quickly shoved that thought to the back of his mind. Tonight was about moving on, not wallowing in how many times they’d come here to buy toys or some new flavor of lube.

  He didn’t bother with flavored lube this time. Just went straight for the tasteless, utilitarian stuff that would keep a condom as slick as possible for as long as possible. And condoms, too. Wasn’t like he had any lying around the house. Did he even remember how to put one on? Well, if he’d figured it out as a teenager, he could probably get the hang of it as an adult without going to Remedial Prophylactics 101 or something.

  And dear God, he did feel like a teenager tonight. He hadn’t been this excited about sex in a long, long time. Excited, and more than a little nervous. None of which was surprising—it had been months since he’d touched Caleb and over a decade since he’d been with someone new.

  By the time he’d parked in front of his garage, that tingling feeling hadn’t subsided at all. He let himself in, gave a fleeting glance to the note from his Realtor saying she’d been here earlier, then went to shower. When he got out, he didn’t bother getting dressed beyond a pair of boxers. What was the point? Anything he put on would be on the floor soon anyway.

  Minutes later, a car engine outside sent his pulse skyward. He glanced out the front window. Sure enough, a battered old Honda had just pulled in beside his Charger. The engine shuddered and went quiet. The headlights darkened. The door opened.

  Nate could barely contain himself. This reminded him of that feeling just before his jet was catapulted off an aircraft carrier. The adrenaline. The nerves. The knowledge that things could go catastrophically wrong at any moment but the certainty they wouldn’t. The anticipation of the G-forces and the speed.

  Lucas stepped onto the porch, and Nate opened the door. Their eyes met, and as Lucas came inside, he gave Nate the most lascivious down-up. Once the door was shut, he reached for Nate’s waist. “I like this look.”

  “Yeah?” Nate slid his hands up Lucas’s back. “The almost naked, just need to kick off the shorts look?”

  “Uh-huh. So, how about kicking them off?”

  “God, you’re direct,” Nate growled, and claimed a deep kiss.

  “I am.” Lucas said between hungry kisses. His fingertips dipped under Nate’s waistband. “Get the feeling you like it like that.”

  “Mmhmm.”

  Lucas wasn’t joking, either. As they kissed, he pushed Nate’s shorts down, curving his hands over Nate’s bare ass in the process. The waistband snagged on his erection, but Nate quickly took care of that, and suddenly the underside of his cock was pressed against warm, coarse denim. Beneath that, Lucas’s hard-on pressed back.

  Some part of Nate’s brain tried to sound the alarm that this was wrong. Vows, remember? But those vows were in the past. Irrevocably broken. He had nothing to feel guilty about, and that lingering habitual commitment to his asshole ex-husband only made him kiss Lucas even harder. Time to wipe this particular slate clean and move on. Ideally onto the bed.

  “We should get somewhere flat,” Nate slurred, and he tugged Lucas toward the bedroom.

  They didn’t quite get there, though—they made it as far as the couch before Nate decided he needed Lucas right now, and dragged him down on top of him. Lucas didn’t protest in the least. He kissed his way down Nate’s neck, balancing himself on one arm while the other hand slid all over Nate’s skin. Decorative throw pillows tumbled onto the floor as Nate and Lucas stripped off clothes and tangled up in each other on the couch. Admittedly, Nate got a little thrill out of defiling the Realtor’s meticulous staging. By morning, everything would be back the way it should be, but the house was sure as hell going to look lived in tonight.

  On his back with both hands free, Nate took full advantage of all the access he had to Lucas’s gorgeous body. He slid his palms over firm planes and solid muscles. Trailed his fingertips across hot skin, digging in his nails now and then just to make Lucas curse.

  Lucas pushed himself up and looked around. “You know, this couch is the perfect size for some sixty-nine.”

  Nate moaned at the thought. He didn’t think his dick had ever been this hard, and it definitely hadn’t been in anyone’s mouth in way too long. “Not gonna say no to that.”

  Lucas grinned, kissed him once more, and got up. Nate was about to turn on his side, but Lucas stopped him. “No. Stay just like that.”

  “Like this?”

  “Mmhmm.” Turned out when Lucas said sixty-nine, he didn’t mean the two of them lying on their sides and lazily blowing each other. He got on top and positioned himself like he was about to fuck Nate’s face, and Nate moaned with pure ecstasy as he took Lucas’s cock in his mouth at the same moment Lucas deep-throated him.

  Then Lucas started moving his hips.

  And Nate was in heaven.

  He’d never been with a man who actually fucked his mouth. Like really fucked it. Not hard enough to make it uncomfortable, but on top and riding him just like he would’ve if he’d been in Nate’s ass. Somehow, Lucas seemed to know exactly how far to push without choking him. In fact, he really wasn’t giving him much more than the head and maybe another inch beyond that, but the motions—the pantomime of what he’d undoubtedly be doing once they finally made it into the bedroom—were insanely erotic. Hell, they were downright pornographic, and Nate couldn’t get enough. There was no way in hell this was ending without him blowing his load in Lucas’s mouth, and those eager, ravenous lips and tongue seemed to be encouraging exactly that.

  Holy fuck. Nate was distantly aware that he’d wanted to hook up with Lucas and screw until he’d forgotten . . . until he wasn’t thinking about . . .

  Well shit. Mission accomplished.

  On his back, Nate’s hands were free, and he took full advantage. He kneaded Lucas’s ass cheeks, loving how the muscles flexed and relaxed as Lucas rocked his hips. He tried to encourage Lucas to push deeper, but it didn’t work. It was like Lucas wanted to tease him. To give him a taste of his dick, but not all of it. Not yet.

  Holy fuck, this was sexy. All of it. Every bit. Sprawled on his couch, fucking each other’s faces, moaning around each other’s dicks—Jesus, yes. He loved how unabashed and raunchy Lucas was. He loved how Lucas knew what he wanted and went for it.

  And dear God, he loved how fucking hot and dirty post-divorce sex was turning out to be.

  Nate kneaded Lucas’s ass cheeks harder as he licked and sucked as much of that thick cock as Lucas would give him. That, combined with everything Lucas was doing with his mouth, turned Nate inside out. Was this even real? Was it possible to feel this good?

  Must’ve been, because he knew he wasn’t dreaming, and he definitely felt this good. Groaning around Lucas’s cock, he thrust up into Lucas’s mouth as his orgasm closed in, and Lucas doubled down—licking, sucking, stroking with a tight fist, still riding Nate’s mouth like he was so going to ride his ass—and Nate couldn’t hold back anymore. He gripped Lucas’s powerful, thrusting glutes, lifted his head to take as much of Lucas’s dick as he could. Just as he let himself go, the cock between his lips was
suddenly even thicker, even harder, and a low, throaty groan made his orgasm a hundred times more intense, and then Lucas was coming too. Somehow he had the control not to force himself deeper into Nate’s mouth, even as his hips jerked and he shot cum all over Nate’s tongue.

  They each shuddered one last time, and then stilled. Panting against each other’s thighs, trembling, occasionally cursing, they stayed on that position for a moment. If the world was spinning this fast for Nate, he could only imagine how dizzy Lucas was, so he didn’t rush him.

  When Lucas finally did move, he was surprisingly steady on his feet. Well, for a couple of seconds, anyway. Enough to get up, turn around, and sink back down on top of Nate.

  Nate wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a long kiss. “For the record,” he slurred, “I don’t usually come that fast. It’s just been a while.”

  Lucas smiled lazily—almost sweetly—and kissed him again. “Neither do I. But it’s been a long time since I’ve actually had good sex. So.” He shrugged as the smile turned to a wicked grin. “I’ve got plenty left if you do.”

  Nate teased Lucas’s nipple. “Oh, I do. I definitely do.”

  “Good.”

  “How about we go in the bedroom where we’ve got some more space? Room to move, and all that.”

  “Love that idea. ’Cause we’re gonna need it.”

  They left their clothes—mostly Lucas’s, plus Nate’s boxers—scattered around the living room and moved to the bedroom.

  Nate pulled the covers back on the bed but paused. “You go ahead, but let me go lock up really fast. Just in case we fall asleep.”

  “Sounds like a plan.”

  Nate left the bedroom long enough to make sure the front door was locked and the alarm was set. As he returned to his bedroom, the most delicious sight awaited him. He had yet to see any context in which Lucas didn’t look mind-blowingly sexy, but naked in the bed where Nate had been sleeping alone the past few months? Grinning like he was already imagining everything they were still going to do tonight? Oh yeah. That ranked in the top five of anything Nate had ever seen, definitely.

  Nate joined him, and the covers had barely finished settling on top of their bodies before he had Lucas in his arms again. They kissed, touching a hell of a lot less aggressively than earlier, as their body heat mingled under the blanket. Now that they’d gotten the first orgasms out of the way, they’d both slowed down.

  It had been so long since Nate had gone multiple rounds, he’d forgotten what that recovery period was like when they didn’t just roll apart and go to sleep. How it felt to kiss languidly, and touch and hold each other, silently promising that they’d just gotten started. He wasn’t hard yet, but he was still turned on—much more of this, and he’d be ready to go again in no time.

  Lucas didn’t seem to be in any hurry.

  Not that either of them was exactly resistant to getting started again, though. The longer they made out, the deeper the kisses became. Breathing sped up. Hands moved over more and more skin, fingers pressing in as caresses became gropes and finally grabs. As Nate’s cock hardened, his breathing quickened even more. Lucas’s did, too. Hot huffs of air rushed past Nate’s face, and every now and then, a sigh became a barely audible groan that vibrated against his lips.

  Lucas overloaded his senses. Nate didn’t remember ever being this aware of every place a man touched him. Not just the erogenous zones, like when a fingertip brushed his nipple or a strong hand squeezed his ass cheek, but everywhere. A warm palm sliding down his arm. The solid, hot thigh pressing against his. Smooth skin grazing his stomach whenever they inhaled at the same time.

  He was overwhelmed and in heaven and nervous as hell. He’d already had this man’s dick down his throat, but he was still hesitant. Still nervous. After being with the same man for a decade, this man was entirely new territory. New, exciting, kind of terrifying, completely uncharted, and absolutely intriguing territory.

  Heart pounding, Nate pushed his hand between their bodies, and when he closed his fingers around Lucas’s thick cock, he was rewarded with a soft, helpless moan and a full-body shudder. A second later, Lucas’s fingers were around Nate’s erection, and in no time, the two of them had fallen into a delicious rhythm, kissing as they stroked each other in perfect unison.

  After God only knew how long, Lucas broke the kiss. Breathing hard, he whispered, “You have condoms?”

  “Plenty.” Nate grinned despite his new-man nerves. “Think we should get them out?”

  “Uh-huh. And I want you on top,” Lucas pleaded, tightening his grip on Nate’s cock. “Please fuck me.”

  Nate shivered. Somehow he’d expected Lucas to be a top, but this new development was hardly a disappointment. “Definitely better get a condom. Now.”

  They separated so Nate could get what they needed from the nightstand. While he did that, Lucas turned onto his hands and knees, and suddenly Nate couldn’t get that rubber on fast enough. Being hot and hard and turned on with this guy was one thing. The sight of him offering himself, waiting to be fucked? Christ. Nate was hardly new to topping, but Lucas was so damn sexy he could barely stand it. On one arm, elaborate ink covered the smooth contours of his muscles. On the other, the skin was still untouched. The tattoos begged Nate’s fingers to trace all the lines and shadows; the unmarked skin begged to be kissed. And that perfectly round ass needed to be ridden deep and hard.

  Nate shivered. Had he ever been this aroused before? Christ.

  Finally, he had on the condom and lube. He put some on his fingers and pressed them into Lucas’s hole. With a soft moan, Lucas leaned back, impaling himself on Nate’s fingers.

  “Someone likes getting fucked,” Nate purred.

  “Uh-huh. Hurry up and get to the real thing.”

  The real thing got even harder, and Nate slid his fingers free. Teasing could wait until he wasn’t this turned on.

  He guided his cock to Lucas’s ass, and pressed. He had every intention of easing himself in, but Lucas wasn’t having it. He braced against the headboard and shoved himself back, taking a good half of Nate’s length in a single motion.

  “More,” he said.

  “Fuck,” Nate groaned. He grabbed Lucas’s hips to steady himself and somehow found the restraint to keep his strokes slow and smooth at first. He wanted more too, but he didn’t want to hurt Lucas. As he worked his cock deeper, he stared down, and he was hypnotized. It wasn’t just from watching himself sliding in and out of Lucas’s hole—he couldn’t help taking in the sight of Lucas’s beautiful, sculpted, tattooed torso, too. There was no mistaking this was a completely new man. The tattoos emphasized the different landscape, the different angles and contours of this fit, feisty young guy who was begging to be fucked.

  “Harder,” Lucas pleaded. “C’mon.”

  Gritting his teeth, Nate gave it to him harder, and holy hell, he was going to lose his mind. His body seemed to have forgotten he’d already come once tonight. Another orgasm was closing in, and fast. Nate didn’t even bother fighting it. He slammed into Lucas as hard as he could, reveling in the cries for more! punctuated by the slap of hips to ass.

  Lucas whimpered softly, and that was all Nate could handle. With a strangled sound that didn’t even resemble his own voice, he thrust all the way into Lucas, knocking him down onto his forearms, and came. He dug his fingers into Lucas’s hips as his own jerked with the need for a few . . . more . . . thrusts, and then he exhaled.

  “Jesus,” he breathed.

  “Uh-huh.” Lucas sounded drunk. “Your cock is awesome.”

  Nate laughed. He eased his grasp on Lucas’s hips, then let go and slid his hands up that smooth, tattooed skin. “You didn’t come, did you?”

  “Not yet. Almost.”

  “Better do something about that, shouldn’t I?”

  “Damn right.”

  As soon as Nate had pulled out, Lucas turned around on his knees and guided Nate’s head down, his cock salty with pre-cum as he forced himself past Nate’s li
ps. And just like before, he fucked Nate’s mouth. Harder this time, more frantically.

  Nate took him as eagerly as he had on the couch. More so now—since he wasn’t lying on his back anymore, he could pull away if Lucas went too deep, so he encouraged Lucas to give him more. Lucas swore as he rocked his hips and pushed himself almost to Nate’s gag reflex. Nate moaned around Lucas’s cock. He loved this. The forcefulness. The eagerness. How Lucas cursed and gasped and loudly appreciated every move Nate made.

  “Ungh . . . fuck . . .” Lucas sucked in a breath. “Gonna . . .”

  Oh hell yeah. Before tonight, Nate had forgotten how much he loved sucking a man off. If Lucas played his cards right, he might end up with a third blow job before he left.

  “God, don’t stop. . . .” Lucas’s fingers twitched in Nate’s hair, and then his cock thickened, and a low, breathy moan told Nate he was almost there, so he tightened his grip and teased faster with his tongue. Lucas grunted. Jerked. And, for the second time tonight, came in Nate’s eager mouth.

  Lucas’s whole body went slack, and he melted onto the bed. After Nate had gotten rid of the condom, he did the same, and for a while they both just lay there, sprawled across the mattress like someone had thrown them.

  Nate . . . felt spectacular. Two orgasms. Four if he counted Lucas’s, which he decided he did, because those powerful releases might as well have been his.

  They lay there for a while, just letting the dust settle while they caught their breath. Nate thought he might’ve dozed for a few minutes. Lucas, too. Eventually, though, he was awake enough to actually keep his eyes open.

  Beside him, Lucas yawned, then wiped a hand across his brow. “Holy fuck. The curse is broken.”

  “Curse?” Nate turned onto his side and lifted himself up onto his elbow. “What curse?”

  Lucas laughed, sounding a little drunk again. “I thought I was cursed. I’ve had the worst sex the last, like, year.”

  “Really? I can’t imagine bad sex and you can even exist in the same room.”

  “Oh, believe it.” Lucas ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “I don’t know which god I pissed off, but every time I’ve tried to hook up with anyone, it’s been a disaster. And no, it wasn’t always their fault.”