When March slid his mouth down Caleb’s neck and bit the place where his neck met his shoulder, Caleb’s knees trembled. Then March was on his knees, unfastening the button on Caleb’s work pants, unzipping him, freeing his cock, looking up at him with those dark eyes. A jolt of energy hit Caleb with enough force to make him grab March’s head so he didn’t fall over. His hips instinctively lifted to change the angle as his cock surged into March’s hand.
“Too hungry to wait for you to cook,” March said. “I like raw.”
Caleb’s laugh faded to a moan as March licked him. Up, down, around, moving from the underside of the crown down to his balls. Oh God.
“Stop tasting and eat me,” Caleb blurted.
March grinned. He took just the tip of Caleb’s cock in his mouth while he caressed the rest with his hand. The hot, wet, tight sucks made Caleb’s balls tingle. Then March opened his mouth wider and Caleb kept absolutely still. He was still clutching March’s hair, but he was determined not to push. He needed to be deeper, needed March to— Oh fuck.
“How the hell did you manage this?” March asked as he panted. “How do you swallow and breathe at the same time? I want to take all of you but I’m going to gag if I do.”
Caleb stroked his hair. “You only do as much as you can. This isn’t going to sound good, but I’ve had years of practice at deep-throating. My gag reflex has gone. I could probably get an elephant’s trunk down my throat if I wanted to. Not that I’m going to try, obviously.”
March laughed.
“Anything you do will be great,” Caleb said. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
I’m talking myself out of a blowjob? Am I ill?
“Does it look like I don’t want to do this? Did you shove me on my knees and stick your cock in my mouth? Oh shit. That sounds hot.” March gave a mock shudder.
“I’ll remember that.”
“Good. Next time.”
March rested his face against Caleb’s cock as he laughed, the vibration trickling through Caleb’s dick and into his balls. Then he started licking again, sucking and teasing, and Caleb leaned back against the wall and let himself be taken for the ride.
It was hard to keep his eyes open but he did. He stared down at March and watched him wrap his lips around his cock, watched as it disappeared into March’s mouth and knew this would be a short gallop.
“You want me to come in your mouth or not?” Caleb blurted.
March swiped his tongue over the slit on the crown, used his fingers to widen it and scooped out precome.
“Oh fuck.” Caleb thought it was a miracle he hadn’t just erupted all over March’s face.
March licked and sucked and swallowed, and Caleb sensed it wasn’t only his come he was about to lose, but his whole body, his mind, his heart. There was nothing he could do about it. Couldn’t stop himself coming, couldn’t stop himself falling. More than lust. More than sex. Giving all of himself away, holding nothing back. Shit.
“March.” Caleb half-heartedly tried to pull March’s head away.
March gave a brief shake of his head and kept his mouth moving, his tongue working.
Close. The urge to come, that intense buildup of pressure, sent Caleb’s nerve endings into a frenzied dance, neurons snapping one after the other. Jolts of pleasure kept striking him and as they increased in speed and intensity, his back arched, and March pulled him into oblivion. He came and he came and he came, his entire body caught up in the sensation. His toes curled in his shoes and the hair prickled on his head.
March kept going until he was done, somehow knowing the exact moment to switch from hard to less hard to soft, slowing his play as Caleb came down. He licked Caleb clean and stared up at him, come smeared over his lips, a drop glistening on his chin.
Caleb told his arms to move, to tug March to his feet, but he just stood there with his chest heaving. It was March who pulled up his pants, zipped and fastened him up, then leaned on the wall by his side. Caleb rolled into him, tasting himself in March’s mouth. When Caleb reached for March’s pants, a hand clamped around his wrist.
“Later.” March smiled and put his mouth to Caleb’s ear. “The only reason I can wait is because I just finished jerking off as you pulled into the drive.”
A laugh burst from Caleb’s throat.
March bent to pick up the groceries. “Can I help cook?”
They worked together to prepare the meal. March had one glass of wine but wouldn’t have more. Caleb hadn’t thought about him still being on call for lifeboat duty.
As Caleb came down from the intense high, reality checked back in. Would March want him when he knew how he’d lived for all those years? When he understood what he’d had to do? He didn’t want to tell him yet. He wanted these moments of sweetness to last a little longer.
“I should have asked, shouldn’t I?” March chopped the mushrooms.
“They’re the right size. It doesn’t really matter.”
March laughed. “Not the bloody mushrooms. I should have asked before I came in your mouth. I didn’t ask. I’m sorry.”
“You must have skipped that section of Gay Sex for Dummies but, yeah, you should really ask the first time. Not every guy wants to swallow.” Caleb took a deep breath. “Our world isn’t an easy or a safe one. You should never have sex without a condom unless you and your partner have been tested, and even then you have to be sure you can trust them not to fuck someone else behind your back. Oral sex is less dangerous but there’s still a risk. With rimming too.
“I should have got tested again after I broke up with Mike, but there’s one positive thing about the porn industry—they’re very careful. Mike’s not working in the business anymore, but he was always getting checked. He had two friends die with AIDS and another one who’s HIV positive.”
For fuck’s sake, that’s enough.
“Thanks, Dad,” March said.
Caleb laughed. “Did your dad talk to you about sex?”
“Not talk exactly. He sat on my bed and gave me a pack of condoms. He took a single one from his pocket, along with a banana, and showed me how to put one on.”
“Ahh. How old were you?”
“Eighteen.”
Caleb elbowed him. “No you weren’t.”
“No I wasn’t. It was my stepfather who had the talk. My dad died before he got around to it.”
“Do you miss him?”
“Yeah, I do. I like my stepfather, but my dad was a perfect combination of fun and sensible. He’d do crazy things with me, but he knew when to stop. I remember one day he took me to a scuba-diving session in the local pool. We were going to learn together. He couldn’t even snorkel.” March laughed. “It took him thirty minutes before he could do a length with his head in the water. He never gave up. Not at anything.”
March poured Caleb another glass of wine. He didn’t pour one for himself, in case he had a call.
“Today, I told Geraldine, my head of department, that I was gay,” March said.
Caleb froze with the glass partway to his mouth. “What did she say?”
“She wondered if I was bisexual because I’d been engaged.”
“How did you come to get engaged?”
March sighed. “I met Annabel—well, it doesn’t matter how I met her. I liked her. I was a bit like you. I didn’t have long-term relationships. I tended to go for one-night stands, though I hadn’t had many of those. But Annabel and I got on well and she asked me to marry her, not the other way around.”
March chewed his lip. “And she did it at a family dinner. It was her parents’ twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. I couldn’t say no. I thought I’d tell her later it was too soon and I wasn’t ready, but the whole fucking family was caught up in the excitement. They’d chosen the church; Annabel had the dress picked; she phoned the bridesmaids while we still sat at the table. Her parents ev
en had a venue in mind for the reception. Some castle.
“I wanted to run. Annabel wasn’t stupid. She knew I was freaked out, but that’s all she thought it was, that I was panicking at the thought of commitment. I let it run because maybe it was going to work, maybe she was the one. Take a risk, I told myself. So I bought her a ring, tasted cakes, checked menus and kept delaying choosing a best man.
“A month before the wedding, which should have been six months ago, I called it off. You can imagine the shitstorm that followed. I paid for everything so her parents weren’t out of pocket, but I’d hurt their daughter. That, they couldn’t forgive. It’s hard to forgive myself.”
Caleb reached across the table and took hold of his hand. “You did the right thing.”
“Eventually, but I should have spoken up that night at the dinner. The pain I’d have caused then would have been a lot less than what I inflicted later. Annabel had a breakdown. Her parents told me they never wanted to hear from me, that I was never to contact Annabel again.”
March was surprised how much better he felt getting all that off his chest. “I’ve been thinking I should tell her I’m gay.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Caleb said. “What’s she going to say? Is it going to make her feel better that you prefer men to her? You slept with her. You’re just going to worry her.” Caleb squeezed his fingers. “I bought chocolate tart. Want some?”
March gave a short laugh. “Is that it? I was engaged, going to get married, and you’re not—”
“Not what? You’re not engaged anymore. Though I still wonder if you’re bi. It’s just that I really couldn’t have sex with a woman. My dick would not cooperate. A blowjob, yeah, it probably would for that, but I’m not turned on by breasts and curves.”
March tucked up behind him and pinned him against the table. “Do I turn you on?”
“I can’t believe you asked that. Forgotten what happened in the hall? Yes, you turn me on.”
“Can we leave the tart until later?”
Caleb tried to turn but March wouldn’t let him. He reached around to unfasten the button and zipper on Caleb’s pants, and tugged them and his shorts down at the same time. March pulled a condom and lube out of his pocket, and when he dropped them on the table Caleb laughed.
“I’m never going to be anywhere near you unless I’m prepared,” March said. “I can’t wait any longer. I want you right here, right now.”
“I haven’t had a shower.”
“We’ll shower after. You can keep your T-shirt on.”
“You’re not going to freak out eating off this table, knowing what we did?”
“No. My problem will be wanting to do this every time we sit here to eat.”
March pulled down his own pants and shorts and bent Caleb over the table. He leaned against Caleb, pressing his cock into the seam of his butt, and let out a deep sigh. The feeling of being skin to skin set March on fire. Precome gathered at the tip of his cock and he rubbed it down the line of Caleb’s butt.
“Enough foreplay. Fuck me,” Caleb said.
March’s stomach lurched. At least this time he got the condom on and lubed up without shaking too much. He put a hand in the middle of Caleb’s back, positioned his cock at the entrance to his body and pressed, rocking his hips back and forth and pushing in a little more each time.
“Oh fuck,” March blurted and slid deep.
Caleb’s body flowered open to him and all March could do was fuck him, pound him into the table. Jesus Christ. It was such mind-blowing pleasure he almost couldn’t cope with it. His dick engulfed in tight heat, his hips were shifting with a mind of their own. March leaned over Caleb’s back and nipped his shoulder, felt and heard Caleb’s sucked-in cry and fucked him harder.
His chest felt too tight. Breathing hurt but the pleasure spiraling in his belly made it impossible to stop. He reached under Caleb’s hips for his cock and wrapped his hand around it. Caleb let out a sharp gasp and bucked back into March’s thrusts. March stroked him with short, firm movements of his hand. Then stroked him with long, slow, gentle caresses while moans fell continuously from Caleb’s lips.
Caleb turned his face and glanced at him. That little smile almost made March come undone. Desire peaked and yet impossibly went higher. He felt Caleb come, and as Caleb’s muscles clenched around March’s cock, he was dragged closer to the edge.
“Oh fuck,” March gasped.
He thrust harder, deeper, and the breath caught in his throat for a moment as a storm of pleasure engulfed him, pulled him under and drowned him. His balls drew up tight and he exploded with a long cry of what sounded like triumph as come and heat burst from his cock in long, wrenching pulses.
As the spasms died away, March dropped onto Caleb’s back, his body trembling with aftershocks. His chest heaved as he sucked air and then somehow Caleb shifted from under him to sit on the table, wrap his arms and legs around March and press his face against his shoulder.
“Where have you been?” Caleb asked.
“Waiting for you.” And March knew it was true.
Chapter Twenty
Tye cried out as Liam hit him.
“You fucking piece of shit.” Liam launched another kick at Tye’s ribs.
Tye curled up, trying to protect himself.
“I don’t need some fucking-arrogant twat telling me what to do. You were told to keep your mouth shut. What did you say to him?”
“Nothing.”
Liam laughed. “Yeah, right. You think I’d let you go? For ten thousand pounds? You’re worth a lot more than that, you ungrateful little punk. I’m never letting you go. Ever. I made you. You’re mine.”
“Then why…are you selling me…to Jasim?”
“Because I’m bored with you, because he bid the most, but that doesn’t mean I’m letting you go.”
He hauled Tye onto the bed and sat on his back.
Tye struggled to draw air into his lungs. He didn’t regret appealing to Jasim, but he wondered if it would be the last brave thing he ever did. Maybe dying wouldn’t be so bad, knowing he’d at least tried to save himself.
Liam fastened his arms to the bars of the bedhead and his feet to the base. Tye thought he was going to be fucked. He hoped Liam didn’t shove his fist inside him. He’d threatened to in the past but never done it because he said he wanted to keep Tye’s arse tight.
Tears trickled from his eyes and sank into the pillow. What had Jasim said? Had he asked Liam to let him go? Offered ten thousand? Had Tye not made him understand how dangerous Liam was?
Didn’t matter anyway. Freedom was a dream. It wasn’t going to happen.
Tye’s inability to resist caused more issues than the physical pain Liam inflicted. He suspected Liam had made him addicted to whatever it was he put in his food. When he was younger, he’d been more alert. Now he spent his days in a dream. Tye had almost reached the end. His life was shit and there was no hope.
Liam came back pulling a small suitcase. Tye tried not to think about what might be inside it. A chainsaw? Whatever it was, it would hurt. He didn’t bother pleading, didn’t bother speaking. Nothing made any difference.
When he saw what Liam had in the case, he closed his eyes. At one time he might have come out with a smartarse comment; now he just lay there and accepted. When some lone spark of resistance made him struggle, it hurt more, so he made himself stop. Liam had done worse things.
* * *
Caleb lay on the couch, with March at his back, one of March’s legs hooked over his and March holding his hand.
“Move in,” March said. “Properly, I mean. Make this your address. Live with me.”
Caleb’s heart jumped.
“I know it’s too soon but I don’t see any point you looking for a place when you can stay here. And just to prove I don’t only want your body, you can make the guest r
oom yours. This isn’t contingent on sex, though… Yeah well, the room has its own bathroom and if you don’t say something fast I’m going to wish I’d kept my mouth shut.”
“Something fast. That would be you.”
March nipped his ear and Caleb yelped.
“So?” March asked.
Caleb knew he ought to say no because it was too soon, but yes came out of his mouth. He also knew he ought to have added “until I find a place of my own”, but he didn’t because a tiny part of him hoped this could be his place too.
March hugged him. “We can shift things around to get all your stuff in. Is it in storage somewhere?”
Caleb thought of his car. “Sort of.”
“What does that mean?”
“Everything I own is in my bag or in the car.”
March swung over Caleb and stood up. “Let’s bring it in now before you change your mind.”
Caleb pushed himself to his feet. “I haven’t seen the room yet. It might not meet my discerning standards.”
March grinned. “It’s lovely. I bought the single bed with the house. There’s flowered wallpaper and a stunning matching bedspread and velvet curtains. I think the owner used that room. She died in her sleep. It’s never bothered me. I’d keep the pink-and-orange rug where it is, though. I’ve never figured out what that stain is underneath. There might be enough room to swing a cat but I’d advise you not to try. She had a cat. Well, not a cat. Fifteen. They slept with her. So I was told.”
March said it all with a straight face and for a moment Caleb wobbled.
“She wasn’t found for two weeks after she died. The poor cats were forced to eat… If you don’t like it, you can just store your stuff in there and share my bed.”
“I’m fine with everything except the flowered wallpaper.” Caleb pretended to shudder.
Between them they carried everything into the hall from his car and then took the first load upstairs.
March nodded toward his bedroom. “If you hear cats yowling, you know where I am.”
Caleb pushed on the door to the right and March reached for the light switch. Plain walls, blue curtains, blue-and-white-striped comforter on a double bed, pale-gray carpet and no rug. Caleb smiled, put his bag on the floor and walked over to a display of framed photographs on the far wall.
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