by Kora Knight
Draping an arm over his eyes, he readied to call it quits. To tell Scott he had to go. Because while the guy was definitely one hell of a masseuse, there was no way Tad could keep this up. He drew in a shuddery, needy breath. “Uh… it’s getting late. I think I should—”
“Hold that thought,” Scott interjected. His warm fingers wrapped around Tad’s forearm and raised it off his face. “Time to put this on. Lift your head.” Tad’s brows bunched in confusion as he did what he was told. And yes, like a chicken, he kept his lids shut. Which actually worked out well, since Scott promptly slid a chilled mask over Tad’s eyes. “There. Another of my many extras. Feels good, doesn’t it.”
“Uh… yeah,” Tad murmured. “It actually does.”
And just like that, his mega-problem didn’t seem so big at all. It was like Scott had sensed what he’d needed and acted swiftly to provide it. Which was pretty cool on a couple levels. One, the guy was thoughtfully perceptive. And two, it showed Scott knew him better than Tad had realized. Or maybe he was just pathetically easy to read. That possibility wasn’t so cool.
Whatever the case, Tad wasn’t stressing about uncomfortable eye contact anymore. Instead, he was swiftly falling back to nirvana, compliments of Scott and his kinky little plug—which, in Tad’s newest position, was pressing against his prostate in a crazy-fantastic way. His cock twitched happily, no longer pressed snug against his abs.
Tad froze. Aw, fuck. No way his boner wasn’t obvious now. And with the way that thing was humming in his ass? The issue was only going to get “bigger.” Slowly, his hands moved to provide some cover. But Scott intercepted his plan, taking said hands and positioning them at his sides. Fresh, heated towels draped back over his wrists, again creating that odd feeling of immobilization.
“Perfect,” Scott mused, as if content with Tad’s new spread.
Tad fought not to scowl. Yeah, he bet Scott was content with it. His Green Giant tent was undoubtedly a sight to see. Seriously, would his humiliation ever end?
Snap went Scott’s bottle of oil, effectively diverting his attention. Soothing aromatics quickly reached his nose. And thank fuck for it. His nerves were nearly shot. He breathed in deep, grateful for the reprieve.
Scott’s palms rubbed together as he returned to the foot of the table. And as his hands got busy working Tad’s calves, Tad struggled to keep a clear head. That deviant little ass toy was driving him insane. And Scott’s insistent fingers weren’t helping. Restlessly, he shifted his hips. “So the client you made that deal with. What was his final verdict?”
Scott chuckled, hands moving to Tad’s knees. “Not only did he concede and admit I was right, at his next appointment he reported that, after my previous massage, he’d gone home and banged the shit out of his wife.” He laughed. “Said he’d felt like a randy breed stallion in his prime.”
Tad managed a laugh, too. “Damn.”
“Mm. Anyway, ever since then he’s requested the same “special treatment” whenever he gets a massage. Which got me thinking. Maybe more of my clients would appreciate the option. A way to keep their libido going strong. But I didn’t necessarily want my fingers up their asses. So, I came up with an alternative that ended up actually suiting the straight guys better.”
Another tiny jolt vibrated up Tad’s tailbone and shimmied to his junk. He groaned, neck arching back. “Interesting… story.”
“Yeah,” Scott murmured, soft and low, hands roaming up Tad’s thighs. “So you see? You’re far from alone in the things you like.”
“Yeah…”
But unlike those other heteros, Tad didn’t like Scott’s “alternative” better. Sure the thing was thrumming him to insanity, but it also felt cold in an impersonal kind of way. Scott was hot, moving flesh with a strong, beating heart. Impossibly handsome with an awesome, erotic mind. Effortlessly able to rock Tad’s world. Yeah, the gizmo in his ass may feel nice, but it didn’t hold a candle to Scott. But again, he wasn’t about to disclose that fact, either.
Scott’s thumbs pressed circles along the insides of his thighs. “So it’s okay to admit that you like what I do to you. And what I did to you... that night.”
Tad shivered through another wave of pleasure as Scott headed toward the edge of his towel. The two forms of contact were drugging his lucidity. Internally tantalizing, externally exquisite. Made it hard to formulate a response. “That night was… I mean… I wasn’t….”
Scott chuckled. “It’s okay. I wasn’t asking for confirmation. The way you lit up spoke louder than any words.” His hands slid under Tad’s towel, his thumbs grazing whisper-soft along his groin. Tad hissed, twitching. Scott was getting way too close to his dick. Tad gripped the table’s edges, his hips involuntarily rocking. He wasn’t going to be able to keep them still much longer.
“Damn, babe. You look like you wanna light up now.” Tad should have denied it, but instead he bit his lip. Scott squeezed his upper thighs, his fingertips burrowing deeper into Tad’s sensitized flesh. Tad moaned, then shuddered, the feeling mixed with that freaking plug almost too much to stand.
Scott’s hands slid further under the towel, gripping Tad’s lower hips. “Am I right?” he murmured. “You itching to come?”
Tad nodded before he could stop himself, lungs starting to pant.
“Mm. Thought so.” He released Tad’s hips, sliding his palms out from under the towel to move further up Tad’s body. Firm fingers pressed into Tad’s abdominals, stroking and kneading with the perfect amount of pressure.
Tad exhaled, grateful for the respite. Had Scott pressed further on the subject, he might very well have pivoted his cock into the guy’s big freaking hand.
Hot fingers glided up to Tad’s pecs, kneading the mounds with deliberate precision. Damn, they were long enough to splay over each one’s entirety. Which was no small feat. Truth be told, Tad was proud of his pectorals’ size. He spent countless hours a week on those—
“Ah!” he yelped when Scott pinched his nipples. The abrupt motion sent fresh sizzling current from his G to his cock and balls. He arched up off the table with a gasp.
Scott chuckled huskily. “My god, your body kills me. So impossibly responsive.”
Tad shuddered, feeling even more off kilter. “Was that really necessary?”
“Mmm,” Scott purred. “Gonna have to say it was.” His hands roamed up to work Tad’s shoulders, then slid up the sides of his neck. Splayed fingers sank into his hair and gently scored his scalp.
Tad groaned out a wash of breath, shifting atop the sheet as his eyes rolled back. “Shit, that feels good.”
“Yeah, I can tell,” Scott all but growled.
And Tad didn’t need a crew chief to inform him the guy was admiring his tent. He could feel Scott’s gaze like the midday sun. And honestly, he didn’t even care. He actually contemplated rocking his pelvis—or giving his dick a deliberate buck—just to show the dude he knew he was staring. But that could be seen as an act of encouragement, so he nixed the idea pronto.
Scott moved once more to the head of the table, hands sliding from Tad’s hair to splay back atop his chest. Man, his hands were so fucking warm. It made Tad’s every muscle simmer, made his blood heat hotter to match.
Without warning, Scott’s smooth cheek pressed against his. “I like making you feel good, Tad.” His thumbs stroked lazily over Tad’s nipples. Back and forth, back and forth, slow and easy.
Tad’s thick pecs bunched and twitched in response. “I know,” he exhaled on a short shallow breath. Because he did know. The last time they’d been together, and hell, even now, Scott’s efforts to make him melt were blatantly obvious.
Scott’s face turned, his mouth grazing Tad’s ear. “I want to make you feel even better. Do more than give you a massage.” One of his hands slid down past Tad’s naval. “Let me make you come. You said you wanted to.”
Tad shivered, lost in the feel of Scott’s tickling lips—until the guy’s request sank in. Tad stilled in surprise. Did Scott serious
ly just offer to get him off? Visions from twelve days ago roared back into his mind. Scott had made him come harder that night than he’d ever come before. Which was probably why the prospect of a repeat suddenly sounded amazing. But should he—could he—willingly let him? Without any legitimate reason to justify it? No hostile consequences, no restraints keeping him tied.
“Come on,” Scott murmured, giving his nipple a tug. Tad twitched, Scott’s other hand grazing along the edge of his towel. “I’ll make it explosive. Just like before.”
Oh, god. Tad exhaled on a shudder—then went ramrod stiff. Scott’s fingers had just delved to mere centimeters from his cock. His concern was quickly distracted, though, when his tensing frame spurred another jolt to his junk. Hissing, he fought back a full-body tremor. “J-just… like last time?”
“Fuck, yeah,” Scott purred. “Just like that.”
Holy hell, Tad wanted to accept so bad, to have one more chance at an orgasm so intense it nearly blew his head off. And not just the figurative one sitting on his shoulders. His smaller head pulsed anxiously, as if wanting a vote.
“How?” he rasped. “I can’t go through that other shit again.”
“No, none of that. You’d stay right here. You just couldn’t, you know, come right away.” His fingertips slid lower under the towel, bypassing Tad’s cock to graze the side of his balls.
Tad jerked, inhaling sharply. To have Scott’s hands on him again… making him squirm… drawing him out… stretching his sanity paper thin? And yet the thought of staving off another orgasm, for anywhere near as long as last time, was not something he particularly wanted to do. Yeah, he’d said earlier it’d be worth the effort, but in truth, the last time had been more than just hard. It’d been brutal. Intoxicating rapture snared in full-fledged torture.
Scott growled in the lingering silence. “Come on, shy boy. Let’s see how long you can hold off… on your terms this time.”
Tad shifted restlessly against Scott’s touch, his focus torn between the fingers stroking his balls and those thumbing and pinching his nipple. Say yes, he told himself. Just this once. “I… I…”
“Think of it as a test,” Scott breathed, nuzzling his hair. “A test of your endurance. Don’t you wanna know how long you can go? Feel how hard you can come?”
Again Tad nodded, chest rising and falling fast. “Yeah… I do.”
“Then say yes,” Scott all but groaned in his ear. Damn, he sounded raw, his words all laced with need. For the first time that night, Tad didn’t feel alone in his struggle for composure. Scott had just slipped, revealing a peek into his own barely contained desire. Which, of course, only made Tad hornier. But horny enough to go how far? A punch of trepidation hit him in the gut. He didn’t know if he could agree to the whole nine yards. To the wild, mindless sex like they’d had before. It’d been amazing, but… no. He just couldn’t. So, before he agreed to anything, he needed to know Scott’s intentions.
“What…” He swallowed. “How…”
“With my mouth. And my hands,” Scott answered, his lips moving against Tad’s ear. “Unless you decide you want more.” As if to demonstrate, his hand curled around Tad’s shaft and slowly pumped up and down. “Like… this…”
Tad arched up on a shuddering moan, inadvertently shifting that plug inside his channel. Vibrations danced harder across his prostate, radiating through his body and up to the tip of his cock. His eyes rolled back harder, his mouth dropping open. “Oh god, I’m nearly there now.”
Chuckling, Scott released his dick and pressed a kiss to his ear. “All the more reason to say okay. I promise not to let you come too soon.” Clearly, a personal trainer, through and through, always pushing others to their absolute limits.
Despite himself, Tad panted out a laugh. “Of that, I have no doubt.” He shook his head in flustered exasperation. “Okay. Yeah. God, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“Mm,” Scott mused, standing up, his hand moving back up Tad’s torso. “Those words sound familiar. I’m pretty sure you said them last time, too.” His teasing tone was back, totally eclipsing the yearning in his voice.
“Yeah,” Tad mumbled. “I’m pretty sure I did, too.”
Scott chuckled, moving away. That cabinet opened and shut a third time. Another towel settled across Tad’s thighs, feeling as if partially overlapping the other. More coverage to keep him at ease. Did Scott’s consideration never cease? Tad honestly hoped not. Already his stomach was flip-flopping hard. He’d take anything that might help relax his nerves.
But then, against his boner, the towels slid slowly apart, exposing him through a slender opening—like earlier, with Scott’s little exam. Cool air whispered over his heated cock, breezed over his sensitive sack. Tad tensed. It was the strangest feeling of vulnerability. Disconcerting and riveting, all at once. Erotic, exciting, and yet utterly embarrassing.
He drew in a breath, a fresh rush of heat rising into his cheeks. Hopefully Scott was looking elsewhere. Two warm hands gathered his package into their hold. Yup, he was definitely looking elsewhere.
“Damn,” Scott murmured. Cupping Tad’s sack, his other hand curled around his dick. “Didn’t think I’d ever get to do this again.” Slowly, his fist began to pump, his thumb on Tad’s nuts grazing back and forth.
Tad shifted against his hold. God, that felt good. Nothing, after all, beat firm, solid contact.
Warm, moist breath skittered across his crown. Oh, hell. No question what was coming next. Tad’s lungs locked up tight, heady anticipation taking him over. And then an incredible hot, wet tip slid around the ridge of his head.
“Uuuhhhh…..” Tad moaned, unable to help himself.
Scott repeat the action, then flicked Tad’s underside V. Tad jerked on a curse. Scott purred and dragged his tongue up and over Tad’s slit. Absently, Tad licked his lips. A wet open mouth settled around his crown and leisurely drew him in, though the strength behind the suction was anything but relaxed. The flat of Scott’s tongue worked against Tad’s V as he started to earnestly suck. Just his head though, not that that wasn’t enough. In fact, it was almost too much. Unrelenting pleasure crashed over Tad’s groin then doused the rest of his body.
“Oh, god, dude,” he moaned. “You’re way too good at that.”
Vibrating amusement shimmied down his shaft and reverberated into his balls. “Your dick likes my mouth,” Scott murmured. Tad nodded before he could stop himself. Scott gave his slit another swipe. “Which is good ‘cause my mouth really likes your dick.”
Before Tad could even think to reply, Scott took him to the hilt and lodged him in his throat. Again and again, he swallow against Tad’s crown. Tad’s body went rigid, then flat-out arched. “Oh, shit, Scott. Oh, fuck. You’re gonna make me come.”
Shucking his wrist towels, he palmed Scott’s head, trying to hold him still. But all that did was make the guy growl. Despite Tad’s hold, his head raised up then ardently started to bob. Wet sloppy sucking sounds drowned out all else. Tad hissed, hips twitching, fingers gripping Scott’s spikes. Scott made another approving sound and tightened his grip on Tad’s sack. Tad grimaced at the dull ache, but fell quickly back to writhing. “Fuck, Scott,” he panted. “You trying to make me fail?” Because at this rate there was no way he’d be holding back for long.
Scott chuckled, his mouth slowly easing off Tad’s cock. “Hell, no. And you won’t.” His hand encircling the base of Tad’s shaft gave a wicked squeeze. “I just don’t subscribe to making things easy. The rewards are never as… rewarding.” His fingers relaxed around Tad’s nuts as his lips skimmed over his crown. “Gonna make you work for it, Tad. So, be prepared to sweat.”
A bone-jarring shudder raced up Tad’s spine. “Is that a promise,” he laughed breathlessly, “or a threat?”
Scott chuckled. “It’s a heads up, shy boy. So, take it as you will.” And back went his mouth to the base of Tad’s dick, his nose bumping into Tad’s groin. Up and down, his broad tongue stroked along the length of Ta
d’s shaft. Tad could feel his teeth, but strangely, it only seemed to add to the high.
“Unngggh…” he moaned, eyes ever rolling back. Though this “test” was supposedly on his terms, he couldn’t help wondering who was really in charge. Scott had a way of commandeering full control without Tad even realizing it. Good thing he loved how the guy rocked his boat.
His fingers moved restlessly in Scott’s hair, his pelvis thrusting anxiously into his mouth. That tell-tale pressure was mounting fast. He had a feeling that was exactly what Scott was after. Demanding licks of fire surged in his nuts and pulsed hard up his shaft.
“Oh, shit, dude. Oh, fuck yeah. Oh, shit, I’m gonna—”
Scott’s mouth slid free so he could squeeze Tad’s crown. “Hold it back.”
Tad cursed, his hips jerking in protest. “Son of a bitch, dude. You’re making it too hard.”
“Your dick,” he chuckled, “or the test?”
Releasing Scott’s head, Tad blindly flipped him off. “Both, you asshole.” He fought back a laugh. “I should kick your evil ass.”
Scott growled. “I’d love to see you try.”
Tad pursed his lips, fighting a smirk. Yeah, he bet the guy would love that. Though, to be honest, Tad kind of would, too. He’d been his high school wrestling team’s captain for a reason. With a nice thick matt, he could pin Scott good. And wouldn’t that take the guy’s smug tone out fast. Tad’s dick bucked at the thought of dominating Scott for a change. Sexual or not, power play victories were downright exhilarating.
Scott gave his cock another squeeze, clearly having felt its kick. “Mm. Maybe we should try another route. I think it’s time I join you on this table.”
Tad frowned, wondering what on earth Scott was up to now. Strong fingers drew his knees apart then eased his calves off the table. “Stay just like that.” Where Tad’s feet had just been, the cushion sank down, then continued to compress his way. What the hell? Warm hands lifted Tad’s knees as one by one Scott methodically slid his underneath. It wasn’t until he situated Tad’s thighs over his, that Tad realized Scott had just straddled the table.
