by T A. McKay
It took everything in me to walk away from Roman last night. Holding him in my arms felt like every fantasy I've ever had come to life. There’s a sexual attraction between us and it’s like a living force that neither of us can control, but there is something else, something deeper. Sitting here on my own I can admit that I feel the connection between us. It’s what I always imagined when I dreamed of meeting my soul mate, that one person who finally completes me. Roman is everything I ever imagined I wanted in a partner, someone who would let me take control of their body, but someone who is an equal in everything else. Spending time with him this last week has made me see that he is more than the sexy dancer I first met. He is smart and funny, making me want to talk to him for hours at a time. We haven’t talked too much other than work, but even then he made me laugh more than most people. He makes me feel relaxed in his company. The only other person that does that is Nathan but I've known him for years. I’ve barely known Roman for a few weeks now, and that’s including the time I knew him as Romeo.
I've spent all my time since leaving the office last night thinking about Roman, about how I want to have him in my life, but there’s no way to make that possible. I can’t have a relationship with him when he works for me. I will admit that led to thoughts of firing him but I didn’t think it was fair to damage his career just so I can have him. That’s where tonight’s plan came from, and at four this morning it seemed the most genius plan ever. Now I'm sitting here panicking that it’s the worst idea ever.
Thankfully I'm torn from my thoughts when the lights dim. From the other times I've been here I know that means a headliner is about to hit the stage, and I pray that it’s Roman. If I have to wait any longer to see him I might lose my nerve and leave. I know everyone thinks I'm the most confident man in the world, that nothing ever worries me, but they’re wrong. I just know how to hide it better than most people, and now is one of those times I need to put my game face on and pretend I'm untouchable. The first few beats of Snow Patrol’s ‘Chasing Cars’ plays through the sound system and my eyes are drawn to the pole that’s illuminated in the center of the stage. I can feel my heart start to beat faster in my chest and my breathing falters. I feel like I've just had been through an intense cardio work out, my body reacting in exactly the same way. I down the rest of my drink, hoping that it will calm me down enough to just sit here and watch, when every part of me is telling me to go and claim Roman.
The world ceases to exist as I see him walk onto the stage, his movements fluid and sensual. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him if my life depended on it. I sit in awe as I watch him move, and I know that no matter how many times I see him perform I’ll never get bored. I don’t think it’s possible to ever put my eyes on him and see anything other than perfection.
When he moves to the floor, shifting closer to the eyes and hands of the men in the front row I feel the urge to go over there and hurt them, making sure they never look at him again. I fight my feelings, planning to stay hidden in the shadows until the right moment, but it’s becoming harder to keep still. As the hands run over his skin to put the money into his shorts I can feel my hands clenching into fists and I crack my knuckles to try and distract myself from the very caveman thoughts running through my head. All I can think of is he's mine, all mine and no one can have him. The biggest problem with that thought is he isn’t mine, and I hate to know that he never will be.
As the room goes dark again, I see Roman exiting through the door at the back of the stage. I stand and walk towards the private rooms in the back, stopping one of the waiters as he goes to walk past me.
“Can you give this to Romeo please? Tell him I’ll be in room three.” The waiter looks confused at my words and looks down to the business card that I handed him. Little does he know that I have this all worked out. I'm glad money talks around here; it’s let me rent out one of the private rooms in the back for the entire night, ensuring that we won’t be disturbed.
“I'm sorry, Sir, but Romeo doesn’t do private dancing. I can get one of the other boys to come and entertain you if you’d like?” I don’t think he realizes how unappealing that sounds to me. There is only one guy who will fulfil my craving tonight.
“Just give him the card. Trust me.”
He still doesn’t look convinced but he nods and walks away. I stand and watch him for a few minutes, and I can’t help but smile as I see him disappear backstage. At least I know he's going to Roman, he might not come but at least he will know I'm here.
I enter the private room, making sure I leave the door unlocked in my hope that I will be joined soon by a very sexy dancer. I lean against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest and wait, praying I won’t be disappointed.
Twenty minutes later I've moved to the seat in the center of the room and I'm pretty close to giving up any hope of seeing Roman. I didn’t expect him to jump at the chance to see me, but I thought that maybe curiosity would get the better of him and he would come to see why I'm here. Maybe it’s for the best, maybe this plan was a bad idea and he's just saved us from a lot of awkwardness in the future.
I stand from the chair, turning to grab my jacket when I hear the door to the room open. I still for a moment before turning, listening to the door close and praying that it will be the right person standing there. I feel the tension draining from my body when I see Roman, his head lowered and his eyes looking to the ground. My cock hardens instantly, the act of submission talking to my inner beast. That’s what I call my need to dominate, my lack of ability to bottom for anyone. It’s been close to ten years since I took from one of my partners, and I don’t know if I can trust anyone enough to let them do it to me now. This is another reason that Roman is perfect for me, he seems comfortable taking anything I give him, and tonight I'm going to push a little and see just how much he's willing to take.
I circle his body slowly, letting my eyes move over all the flesh that’s on show. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of cut off jeans, the delicious skin of his chest and back completely naked. He smells fresh and clean, like he went for a shower before coming in here. The thought has my cock twitching, knowing that he wouldn’t have showered here if he had just wanted to talk. When I'm standing behind him I run a single finger down his spine, relishing the way his body shivers under my simple touch. I want to run my tongue over his muscles to see if that would get the same reaction as my finger. I lean my body into his, my chest coming into contact against Roman’s back, and I feel his heat searing through the material of my shirt. I resist the urge to bend him over and take him roughly. I want to take my time, make him see that this plan is going to work. I run my nose along the edge of his ear before I speak to him, and I smile when I feel him push back into me as I do.
“Hi, Romeo.” I feel his body still as I call him by his stage name and I would love to know what’s going through his mind. I can imagine that he's probably confused by the fact I turned up and asked for him, especially after telling him I couldn’t do anything with him. Now to keep talking and tell him everything, keeping my fingers crossed that he will understand and agree.
“I couldn’t stay away from you any longer. I've been craving you, needing to touch you all week. There’s this guy at work and he reminds me of you. Most amazing man I've ever met, but he's completely off limits to me. You though, Romeo, there is nothing that says I can’t spend time with you. You I can touch, taste, dominate. What do you think, Romeo? Do you think that’s possible?”
It takes a few minutes but I think the meaning of my words are finally understood when his body tenses for a fraction of a moment before he relaxes against me.
“I think that sounds good.”
My stomach flutters when I hear the words, but there is still a part of me that wants to make sure he understands fully. “So you understand that I will be with you, Romeo, and only you? The people in my office can never find out about you. What happens when I'm with you is between us and us alone.”
He turns until he's fa
cing me, his eyes meeting mine with a conviction like I've never seen. “I know what you're saying. I’m happy to spend this time with you, and it won’t be mentioned to anyone, especially the people you work with.”
I can’t resist him any longer and I reach out, grabbing him by the back of the neck and pulling him roughly to my lips. I've been dreaming of kissing him for far too long and the memories of his taste flood back as soon as my tongue touches his. There is something about how he tastes that makes my body react in a way I've never experienced before. It’s like his lips are the only thing easing an unending drought, and I'm happy to spend a lifetime trying to quench my thirst.
The passion between us grows and Roman tugs at me, removing all distance between us as he tightens his grip on my shirt. It’s like he's scared to let go in case I vanish and I know exactly how he feels. I never thought that this would happen to me again, and I'm sure that fate is going to step in and steal it away from me. Every time that something good’s happened in my life, every time that I've felt happy, it’s been stolen away from me.
I need to get out of my head and focus on the man in front of me, so I put some distance between our lips.
“Can I have you, Romeo?” I pray to every deity that I can think of that he’ll say yes, because if I have to walk away I might go insane.
With a noisy exhale he drops his head to my shoulder, and I can feel his head nod.
“I want the words. I won’t move on until you say them.”
Roman reaches down and rubs his hand over my erection eliciting a groan from deep in my chest. “You can have me, Trey. Take me any way you want.”
And just like that a dull ache starts in my balls as I think of all the fun I'm going to have tonight. “Go over to the wall and kneel, facing the center of the room.” I wait until he moves before I walk to the door and lock it. I have this evening planned out and I don’t want to be interrupted by anyone. When I see Roman doing exactly as I ask I need to take a minute just to look at him, commit the scene to memory. I have a feeling that I might be using a lot of tonight’s activities as jerk-off material in the near future. I slowly approach him, trying to build up the anticipation as much as I can.
I reach into my back pocket and remove the tie that I brought, making sure he can see it clearly. “Put your hands straight out above your head and entwine your fingers.”
He's hesitant to begin with but cautiously raises his arms doing as instructed. I watch his chest as it rises and falls at a rapid pace, and I know that the anticipation is getting to him. I step forward and tie Roman’s wrists together, making sure that my body is as close to him as possible without actually touching. I know my cock will be at his eye level, showing him exactly how turned he’s making me. I pull on his tied wrists, tugging them backwards towards the bar that runs along the center of this wall. I feel his muscles fight against the position but I don’t stop until they are close enough to tie to the metal.
I stand back and look at him, reaching down to rub my hand over my aching cock at the sight of him. With his elbows bent behind him, restricting his movements, he is open and at my mercy. With all that skin on show, his muscles taught and stretched, he looks like a gift from the gods. His body is visibly shaking with anticipation but it’s not enough. I want to make him scream my name in pleasure before the night is over.
I get on my knees in front of him, capturing his lips as I pull his shorts down to his knees. His straining erection connects with my hand as it falls from his shorts, eliciting a deep groan from Roman when I grip it in my palm. I move my hand, gently stroking over his length as I remove my lips from his, and dropping my head to his chest. I bite his nipple, making his body jerk and I can’t help but smile as the first drops of pre-cum drip from him. I bite harder, enjoying the cries coming from Roman as my teeth sink into his skin. I would worry that I'm hurting him too much but his cock twitching in my hand shows me exactly how excited he is. I increase the speed of my hand, tightening my grip slightly as I do. Roman’s hips start to jerk with my rhythm, getting lost in his pleasure.
“Oh god, Trey. Trey. Shit, you need … to stop.”
I ease up on him, not wanting this night to end too quickly. We’ve had some amazing sex, but tonight I want to show him exactly what I like and how good I can make it. Standing up I release the button on my pants, pushing them down over my hips. I step closer to Roman and let my erection brushing over his lips. He groans as he sucks the end of my cock into his mouth, the warmth and wetness making me have to lock my knees so I don’t fall to the floor. His tongue does wicked things and he seems to know exactly what to do to increase my enjoyment. I grip the base of my cock as my orgasm threatens to hit already, the anticipation of having him too much for me to handle. Taking some deep breaths I keep the grip on my cock as I watch Roman swallow me, his lips touching my fingers at the base. Shit, he is so fucking good. If he keeps doing this no strength of grip will stop me from coming.
“Stop, Romeo.” Even to my own ears my voice sounds strained, and I don’t like the fact that he’s hearing my weakness for him. I grab his hair with a little more force than I should, and try to pull his mouth away from me before I'm too far gone. He fights against my hold in his hair and I know it must hurt like hell, but it doesn’t stop him from trying to keep my dick in his mouth. It makes me want nothing more than to just let go and shoot over his face. I would, but I want to be inside him when I give in, I want to feel his body tighten around me as I empty my balls inside him.
I had a full plan for tonight, hours of teasing, bringing Roman to the edge of orgasm just to deny him for a little longer, but now all I can think of is getting inside him. I reach over and untie his hands, massaging them to get the feeling back in them, before I pull him to his feet.
“I had hours worth of plans for you, sexy, but I just want to bury myself inside you. I can’t wait any longer. I promise next time I will take my time.” Leaving him standing there I take my pants off, removing a condom and lube from the pocket before throwing them on the chair in the middle of the room. Going to the couch on the other wall I sit, ripping the condom packet open with my teeth before rolling it on my straining cock. I watch Roman as I drip the lube onto myself, using my hand to rub it over me. His eyes are intense as he watches my hand slide up and down my length. His tongue coming out to lick his lips leaving them wet and inviting. I want to feel those lips around me again, but more than that I want him to sit on me, sink down until I'm deep inside.
He walks towards me slowly, and when he reaches me he straddles me, sitting on my legs until our cocks are touching. I open my fist and encompass his along with mine, the slickness of the lube making them slide together deliciously. Roman drops his head to mine and I can’t help but feel that this is perfect, that I could do this every day with him and still feel this excited. I tilt my head until our lips meet, but instead of the rough kiss I thought it might be, there is a gentleness that makes me crave this even more. I want to believe that there is nothing more than sexual attraction to this, that I am using Roman just for sex but I know it’s not that. I block out the thoughts, not needing any more complications between us.
Roman rises up, his lips never leaving mine, as I tilt my hips, lining myself up with his tight hole. As soon as I touch him I feel the heat searing through the condom, tempting me to surge into him, so I make sure I keep my hips firmly planted to the leather of the couch and let him do all the moving. The feeling as he pushes down onto me, making me breach his body, has my eyes rolling into my head. I honestly don’t think I've ever felt anything as perfect as slipping into Roman’s body.
He continues his downwards movement and I let him take control for now. I drop my head to the back of the couch and close my eyes, just savoring the feeling of him moving on my cock, and the noises that are coming from him as he takes what he needs from me.
“Oh God. Trey … shit … Trey.” His words come out breathy, sounding almost like a prayer on his lips. I keep my head resting against th
e seat but I open my eyes, watching as he throws his own head back and yells. There is a sticky trail of pre-cum on my stomach, more being added as his cock continues to hit against me as he moves up and down while holding onto my thighs. I grip his cock, needing to make him come. As I stroke over him he moves faster and I match his rhythm, knowing he's getting closer. A few more thrusts onto me and he orgasms, hot streams of cum hitting my chest as he screams my name. His movement falters as he drops against my chest, his head on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around him and just holding him for a few minutes before my cock starts to protest with the neglect.
I keep him pinned to my body as I start to move inside him, thrusting gently to begin with. It doesn’t take long until my hips are moving off the couch, my dick pistoning inside his body as I try to find my release. My balls pull up, and there is a tingling spreading out from my spine and I know that I won’t last any longer. With one final thrust I empty myself inside Roman as I pull him as close as humanly possible to me as my arms tightening around him. I would pretend I was just enjoying my pleasure, that I didn’t want him to move and ruin the orgasm, but I know it’s something more, something I don’t want to admit to myself.
Not even when I groan out Roman’s name instead of Romeo’s, will I admit that there are feeling between us.
Chapter 12
I sink into the warm water of the bath and let the heat ease the ache in my muscles. After a night of dancing I'm normally a little sore, but with the added night of passion with Trey and I doubt I’ll be able to get out of bed tomorrow. Leaning back I let the water cover me up to my neck, a little satisfied groan coming from me.
