Fool's Gold

by Sarah Madison

  “You’re telling me that you haven’t been sleeping with me because you thought we weren’t equal somehow?” Rich heard the tremor in his voice and hated it.

  “Well, put it like that, it sounds kind of stupid, doesn’t it?” Jake’s grin was sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck. A little frown appeared between his brows. “Wait a sec, why did you think I wasn’t sleeping with you?”

  “I don’t know.” Rich sat with his left leg folded underneath him and his right foot still on the floor. He couldn’t have held that position a few months ago. Rowan had worked miracles. There was nothing she could do about his crooked ankle, though. He looked down at the twist there. “I thought maybe you weren’t attracted to me or something.”

  “What?”

  Jake’s exclamation made him look up.

  “Why would you get that idea?” Jake looked angry, which didn’t make any sense.

  “I dunno,” Rich mumbled. “Maybe because we slept together at Rolex but then nothing since then? I thought maybe you changed your mind. Or if it wasn’t about me physically, you were pissed because I let your father buy me off.”

  “You thought….” Jake cupped the back of Rich’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips were gentle at first, a light, teasing touch that kept coming back for more until Rich’s mouth opened and let him in. He could feel Jake asking him for more with those kisses, as well as an apology for making him doubt. He touched the side of Jake’s face, not wanting him to stop.

  Jake did stop though. If only to pull back enough to look Rich in the eye. “You thought I wasn’t attracted to you? Idiot. I’ve never been attracted to anyone else.”

  It was Rich’s turn to lean back. “Say what?”

  Jake’s smile turned shy, which was unbelievably sexy on him. “I was never attracted to anyone in high school. Sure, I kissed a few girls, but I never took it further than that. I knew I liked guys, but there was no one that seemed worth the risk. I knew my father would lose it when he found out. When I met you, I knew what it was I wanted. You. Only you.”

  “And since then?” Rich managed to stammer.

  Jake’s cheekbones went scarlet, which was another endearing look on him. “Well, you know what it’s like when you train horses. Who has the time?”

  Rich nodded. The hours were insane, and coming home filthy, exhausted, and starving didn’t make for much of a social life. The couple of times he’d tried to hook up with someone, it hadn’t gone further than a one-night stand. Most guys were incredulous when he told them he usually was up by five a.m. Going clubbing every weekend wasn’t an option with the show schedules either. There were times when he wished he was involved in a sport that only required picking up a pair of ice skates or a bow and arrow to get ready for a competition.

  “Here.” Jake held out his hand. “Give me your phone.”

  Rich turned it over. “What are you doing?” he asked when Jake began texting.

  “Letting Tom know we’re staying here overnight.” He pushed Send and placed the phone on the bedside table. He locked eyes with Rich, a slow smile forming on his lips. “I want you to fuck me.”

  Rich caught his breath. “You, ah… we never, that is—”

  Jake scooted closer to him on the bed. “Yeah, but I want you to. I’ve been thinking about this forever. Literally years. I want you inside me.”

  Jake drew him in for another kiss when he opened his mouth to protest. This time, there was no gentle tease. Jake drank him in, pushing against Rich while pulling him closer at. There was an urgency now that Rich responded to, kissing back as good as he got. He’d imagined this time and again. Jake in his bed; Jake braced against the shower walls while Rich took him from behind; Jake with his head flung back and his hands cupping the back of Rich’s head as Rich sucked him down. Nothing in his imagination had been as good as holding Jake felt right now. He could spend eternity doing just this, relishing the soft touch of Jake’s mouth on his and the rough rasp of stubble that lit his skin on fire.

  “Jake,” he murmured when Jake tipped Rich’s head back for better access to his throat. “Oh fuck,” he moaned when Jake latched on to the side of his neck and sucked. Jake pulled at his shirt, and Rich tugged at Jake’s clothes as well, only to push back. “Wait, wait.” His voice sounded shaky, and he cleared his throat.

  “Wait?” Jake growled. “I’ve been waiting for this forever. What possible reason could you have for stopping now?”

  “Um, no preparation?” Rich held Jake at arm’s length, fascinated by his dark scowl even as he knew he had to be the voice of reason here. “Look, if you’ve never done this before, there’s a certain amount of prep involved. To be honest, I don’t know if I have anything here at the house.”

  “You mean like lube and condoms?” Jake’s smile was supremely sly.

  “Yes. It’s been a while.”

  “Fortunately, the hotel had vending machines.”

  “The hotel had vending machines? For condoms and lube?” Rich held out his hand. “Let me see your stash, Young Grasshopper.”

  Jake hitched his hips up so he could work the packets out of his tight jeans pockets, and Rich was treated to the sight of Jake’s erection pressing hard against his fly. Resting on one hand, Jake forked over a single foil-covered condom and some lube in a ketchup-sized packet.

  “You’re not serious.” Rich eyed the packet of purple-colored lube that proclaimed itself to be Thor’s Hammer.

  “Are you making fun of me?” Jake’s scowl deepened.

  “No, never,” Rich said solemnly. “But Thor’s gonna need a lot more lube.”

  “Do you—?”

  “I’m not sure. Come on.”

  Jake followed him into the kitchen, where Rich rummaged through the cabinets.

  “Jeez, don’t you ever eat?” Jake closed the fridge on mostly empty shelves. A quick glance before he shut the door revealed a carton of eggs and a partial six-pack of beer.

  “I haven’t been here for a while.” Rich indicated the house. “No sense in letting food go to waste, now is there?” He snapped his fingers, remembering the last time he’d had someone over. “I’ve got it.” He led the way to the bathroom.

  Jake leaned lazily in the doorway while Rich banged the drawers open and closed.

  “Got it!” Rich closed his hand triumphantly on a small, rather dusty bottle of Astroglide. He turned to face Jake, only to be struck by the beauty of him standing there.

  “Are you sure about this?” Rich asked. His voice echoed in the small room and somehow sounded all the more uncertain because of it.

  “Definitely.” Jake pried himself off the doorjamb to press Rich up against the counter. He brought his hands around to the back of Rich’s shirt and lifted it to meet skin. Rich clutched the bottle as he reached for the back of Jake’s head, sliding his fingers through the silky hair that curled around the nape of his neck. They kissed again, even as Jake tugged Rich’s shirt completely out of his pants and shot his hands up underneath it. Rich couldn’t help but close his eyes and tip his head back, shuddering when the bristles of Jake’s two-day beard dragged across his skin.

  “Okay,” he breathed, trying to remember what he was objecting to in the first place.

  Oh. Right. Sex. More specifically, him fucking Jake. His cock lifted at the thought. “We don’t have to, you know. I mean, me fucking you. We can do whatever you want.”

  In those few months they’d slept together, Jake had never bottomed. They’d talked about it, but Rich had thought there would be time enough in their future. They’d tried a lot of stuff, but since everything was new to Jake, every time they’d had sex it had been exciting, even exhilarating. And Rich had taken it slow.

  “I want to. I’ve always wanted to. You seemed to enjoy it so much.”

  The heat of embarrassment flooded Rich’s his face. “Well, I did, and I do, but not everyone does, you know. And it’s no big deal if you don’t. I mean, there’s lots of other things we could—”

 
Jake cut him off with a kiss. “I know,” he whispered into Rich’s mouth. “But I want this. I want you. More than anything.”

  He released Rich, and with a sly smile left the bathroom.

  Jake was standing beside the bed when Rich entered the bedroom. Sunlight slanted in long beams across the bed and across Jake’s hair, bringing out warm brown highlights seldom seen in its rich blackness. His eyes gleamed gold in the light as he looked at Rich. “I know what I’m getting into. I’ve been reading up.”

  “You have?” Rich manfully suppressed his smile. Tossing the lube onto the bed, he crossed the room in three strides to take Jake in his arms.

  “Yes.” Jake’s smile was positively wicked. “Promise me if anything happens to me, you’ll wipe my browser history.”

  Rich kissed him with a hunger he hadn’t known he possessed. When they parted, they were both panting. “You should wipe your browser history every time you close a session.” He reached around Jake and cupped his ass, squeezing the muscle there. “I’ll have to teach you how to do that.”

  “I’m counting on you to teach me a lot of things, Professor.” Jake rested his brow on Rich’s forehead. “I’m ready for your next lesson.”

  “Lesson number one.” Rich concentrated on opening Jake’s fly, made harder by the way his cock pressed against it. “There’s no teacher-student relationship here. You have to tell me what you like and don’t like. If something hurts, just say so.”

  “As I recall, you like a little pain.” Jake pinched one of Rich’s nipples through his shirt. As surely as if they were connected by an electrical wire, Rich’s cock throbbed with the touch.

  “A little pain is good,” Rich agreed, suddenly breathless. “But when I’m inside you, if it hurts, you have to tell me.”

  “I’ve tried to get ready for this before. With… um, toys and such. But it’s not easy, and I’m pretty darn flexible.”

  Rich tore his focus from the zipper in his hand. “You’ve been experimenting? With toys?”

  Jake met his stare, his eyes dark and intense. “Yes. Because I couldn’t have you.”

  “That is the hottest thing anyone has ever done for me.” Rich pushed Jake back until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. “Hottest. Ever.”

  He sank to his knees and ripped at the laces of Jake’s paddock boots. “Boots, socks, clothes. Off,” he ordered.

  Jake laughed as he shrugged out of his shirt, and then fell over backward with a yelp when Rich pulled at the waistband of his jeans.

  Belatedly, Rich remembered the vertigo. “Are you okay?”

  Jake lay naked from the waist up, his arms spread wide on the bed, as if for stability. The next instant, he smiled, however, chasing away the last of Rich’s doubts. He pushed himself up on his elbows. “I’m fine. What now, Professor?”

  “Now,” Rich said, pulling the zipper on Jake’s fly all the way down. “Now I give you the best orgasm of your life so you’ll be feeling nice and relaxed when I fuck you.”

  “It’s about time.”

  Rich caught his breath when the slow downward pull of the zipper revealed the line of hair running down Jake’s abdomen into his jeans, culminating in a black swatch at his groin. “You’re not wearing anything underneath.”

  “Nope.”

  “You bought a condom and lube from the hotel vending machine.” The importance of this revelation was suddenly clear.

  “More than one condom,” Jake said, frowning slightly. “I was hoping to get lucky, you know.”

  “You’ve been planning this.”

  Jake nodded, his pupils dark and wide. “For a while now. But it never seemed like the timing was right.”

  “To hell with timing.”

  Rich tugged at Jake’s jeans, and Jake obliged by lifting his hips so Rich could shuck them off. When Rich pressed in between his spread thighs, Jake took hold of Rich’s shirt and pulled it off over his head. With Jake’s warm, strong thighs on either side of him, Rich swarmed up him for a kiss, taking hold of Jake’s cock. The sharp inhale when lips and hands met skin made Rich smile.

  Jake leaned forward, running one hand through Rich’s hair as soft little sighs escaped him. Rich was going to do more than make him sigh. He was going to take Jake apart and put him back together again, with all the pieces whole and intact. Sliding his lips over Jake’s dick felt like coming home. He’d never forget that scent, or how Jake’s cock seemed made to fit his mouth. It had been a long time since he’d deep-throated anyone, but he swallowed Jake down. Nose deep at the base of Jake’s dick, he moaned his pleasure. Jake arched up and back, and Rich ran his hand down the long length of Jake’s body, reveling in the strength he felt there. He began to bob up and down, feeling Jake swell with his action. He pulled off, sucked his fingers, and took hold of Jake again. This time, as he pumped up and down, he slid his fingers down the bridge of skin to Jake’s ass. With the flat of his finger, he teased Jake’s entrance even as he continued sucking and licking.

  He felt the tremble in Jake’s thighs first. Jake let go of him to sink back on the bed, his neck arched and mouth open as pleasure washed over him. Knowing he’d pay for it later, Rich lifted Jake’s legs to his shoulders and swiped his tongue over the end of Jake’s dick, fluttering and licking until Jake began to shudder. Warm come oozed over Rich’s hand as Jake emptied himself, and Rich felt the slackness in his legs when the last of the aftershocks retreated.

  He kissed the inside of Jake’s thigh. With his hand, he spread come over Jake’s hole and kissed him there too. Jake released a breathy sigh, his legs closing involuntarily only to open again. Pressing in, Rich licked Jake, teasing him with his tongue until Jake twisted restlessly.

  “Holy fuck.” Jake panted. “Don’t stop.”

  Forming his tongue into a point, Rich thrust in and out. Jake curled up toward him only to flop against the mattress again. Wordless gasps punctuated his breathing.

  Unfortunately, Rich had to move.

  “Sorry.” He shifted Jake’s legs off his shoulders.

  “Don’t apologize.” Jake half opened his eyes, the light of sexual satisfaction gleaming there. “You have to undress anyway.”

  Using the bed to push himself up, Rich got to his feet. He felt unusually clumsy as he toed off his shoes and socks and pushed down his pants. Jake watched him with that sleepy-lidded gaze.

  “What?” Rich felt as though he was on display, and he wasn’t sure he liked it.

  “I just like watching you undress. Always have.”

  “Oh.”

  He stood before Jake naked, his cock jutting out before him. Jake’s smile took away any last remnants of self-consciousness he might have had.

  Jake pulled himself up on the bed to make room for Rich, who crawled up beside him on his hands and knees.

  “What did you do with that—never mind.” Rich found the condom and rolled it on, then snapped open the bottle of lube. “There’s a number of ways we can do this. You can ride me, which will give you the most control. That way you can set the pace. Or you can be on your back.” He knew Jake was strong and flexible enough to handle either position. “Or you on your hands and knees. Whatever you want.”

  “What do you want?” Jake asked.

  “I’m thinking we’ll have to try them all. You know, just to be thorough.”

  Jake began laughing so hard it was necessary to dive on him to squelch the pig snort.

  “What do you want?” Rich asked, breathless.

  “Well, you know I’ll never say no to a hard ride.” Jake tipped Rich over on his back and relieved him of the lube.

  “Oh my God. Do you want some wine to go along with that cheesy line? Maybe some crackers?”

  “Maybe later. When we make a store run.”

  Jake pinned Rich down by the shoulders, kissing him as though they hadn’t seen each other in years. Jake’s hand between them was slick with lube as Jake coated Rich’s dick. Rich closed his eyes to the sensation of someone else’s hand on his cock. It was so go
od. So much better than being alone. “What the—?” His eyes flew open as Jake steadied his cock. Jake swung a leg over him as easily as mounting a horse, and before Rich knew it, he could feel the pressure of Jake’s ass on his cockhead.

  “Whoa, cowboy, there’s no—” Rich gasped as the tight ring of muscle engulfed the head of his cock. He pushed his head back into the pillows, clinging on to Jake’s powerful arms for dear life.

  Jake hovered over him for a long moment, breathing through the intrusion into his body. A taut look of pain stretched his features. All of a sudden, he relaxed and began a slow descent down Rich’s cock. Leaning over Rich, he panted as a light sheen of sweat broke out on his skin.

  Rich rubbed his arm. “You okay? You didn’t have to—hell, Jake, I could’ve—”

  Jake opened his eyes. They seemed to glow from within. “We’re good. We’re very good.” He raised up on his knees. The slow pull of the connection between them made them groan. Jake sank back down again, a smile breaking out over his face. “Okay. I think I’ve got this.” Cautiously, he raised and lowered himself, faster this time.

  Rich had to touch him. He ran his fingers down Jake’s chest, tracing the whorls of hair down to his belly, where the muscles rippled as he moved. Jake brushed his lips with a kiss and then braced his hands on Rich’s knees for balance, pumping up and down once more.

  “Oh, yes, that’s it,” Rich sighed when Jake began a steady rhythm. The mattress squeaked slightly and Rich smiled at the sound. As tempting as it was to close his eyes again and just give over to the sensation around him, he had to watch. Jake rode him with a little furrow of concentration between his eyes, his mouth falling open as he grunted with every thrust onto Rich. His breathing grew harder, and if Rich didn’t know better, he’d have thought Jake was uncomfortable, but Jake just rode him faster. Jake’s dick bounced up and down with his movement, and Rich could see he was half-hard again.

  Rich took Jake in hand, pumping his fist up and down to the rhythm Jake maintained above him. Jake leaned in, thrusting his head and neck back, his eyelids flying open. “Oh fuck,” he said, bobbling a bit. “Right there. Oh, God—” he broke off with a cry and spurted come over Rich’s stomach. Rich opened his mouth to say something smug about Jake’s prostate, only to lose his train of thoughts as Jake spasmed around him, and Rich’s own orgasm ripped through him.