by Kelex
Ryan slurped him hungrily, sucking him eagerly. Colt slipped his fingers through Ryan’s hair, setting the tempo he needed by gently pulling on the man’s hair. He closed his eyes and thrust his hips forward, feeding his lover his cock. Already so needful, his orgasm approached quickly, desire rippling up his spine.
“Who was at the door? Oh, shit.”
Colt’s eyes flew open, and he saw Golden standing in the foyer. Ryan paused, releasing Colt’s cock and pressing his face against Colt’s leg, apparently hiding.
“I’m so sorry. I’m a ghost. I wasn’t even here. I didn’t see a thing.” Golden turned to leave, but gave Colt a quick wink before rushing away.
Silence filled the foyer. Colt was fearful, refusing to move. Ryan was a flight risk.
“Why didn’t you tell me we weren’t alone?” Ryan finally asked, his forehead still against Colt’s thigh.
“You didn’t ask, and I was a little preoccupied soon after you walked into the door.”
“Is there somewhere we can be alone?”
Colt released the breath he’d been holding, thankful Ryan wasn’t running this time. “Yeah. Upstairs. My room.”
Colt heard the back door slam shut and knew Golden and Jax had probably left to go home, which was just next door. Linc was meeting with Chance over a house deal on the table, so there was a good probability Linc was probably fucking Chance or trying to fuck Chance at the moment, but it was a relationship in limbo. He pulled his jeans back up and over his hard-on and walked up, hoping his plumber would follow. Relaxing some as he heard the echo of footfalls behind him, he headed for his bedroom, lust fueling every step.
As soon as the door was shut behind them, Colt quickly freed himself of his clothing and smiled as he witnessed Ryan doing the same. Once he was naked, Ryan knelt and sucked Colt down his throat and continued where they left off.
Ryan was hungry for Colt’s cock, and soon Colt felt the familiar sensations of release. He’d waited too long for the orgasm and knew it would be a massive eruption. “I’m about to come,” Colt whispered, warning his lover.
Colt expected Ryan to pull away, but the man only sucked harder, making Colt come even faster. The release slammed into him, his legs wobbling below him as he erupted down Ryan’s throat, wave after wave shooting from his body.
A single thread slipped from the corner of Ryan’s mouth, but the bulk of it, the man swallowed, milking Colt of every bit of seed. It was a truly erotic sight, seeing Ryan hungrily drinking him down. Still hard, Ryan continued to suck even once the cum was gone, making Colt wince in pain.
He pulled out and gripped the base, and smacked Ryan’s face on either side. “You’re a good little cocksucker.”
Ryan’s eyes closed and he moaned, holding his face up for more of the abuse. Colt bit back his own moan, and slapped his hard shaft against the man’s hollow cheeks.
“Fuck me,” Ryan said, his voice barely over a whisper.
Colt helped Ryan to his feet before pushing his lover to the bed. “Lay back.”
“On my back?” Ryan asked, sounding confused.
“Yep.”
“We can fuck like that?”
Colt laughed. “Yeah, we can. We can fuck in a bunch of positions.”
Ryan climbed into the middle of the bed, still frowning. “I thought guys did it doggy.”
“Would you prefer it from behind?” Colt asked, rifling through his closet. “Or would you rather see some of what I’m doing to you?”
“I’d like to see,” Ryan answered quietly.
Colt returned from his closet and tossed a few items on the bed. He knew he was taking a chance again, but some of his toys would prevent Ryan from leaving.
“What’s that?”
Colt lifted a soft cuff and showed it to Ryan. “You’re not running out on me again. I’m cuffing you to my bed.”
Ryan swallowed thickly, his eyes widening. Lust filled his gaze seconds later, and Colt felt need swamp him once more. “You like that idea, Ryan? For me to tie you to my bed and fuck you all night long?”
Ryan nodded, eyeing the cuff as Colt grew closer. “Yeah.”
Colt bound one wrist to the bed before grabbing the second cuff and finishing the job. Once Ryan was pinned, Colt grabbed the spreader bar and started wrapping the cuffed end to one of Ryan’s ankles.
“What’s that?”
“A spreader bar.”
Ryan frowned. “And it’s for?”
“It’ll keep your legs wide apart and you won’t be able to close them.”
“What if you’re hurting me?” Ryan asked, concern written in the lines of his face.
“Then you tell me no. Or if you’re feeling really adventurous, you tell me a safeword that means no.”
“A safeword?”
Colt chuckled. “You really are white bread, aren’t you?”
“Whaddya mean?”
“Vanilla sex. Straight heterosexual missionary position with no cuffs, whips, paddles, or candle wax.”
Ryan’s eyes grew wider. “I’ve done other positions, but none of that other weird stuff.”
Colt nodded. “It’s time to broaden your horizons, Ryan. And I’m just the man to do that job.” Colt gathered Ryan’s other ankle before locking the chain in the middle of the bar to his headboard. It bent Ryan nearly in half and lifted the man’s ass in the air, so Colt would have complete access. He rubbed a hand over one of Ryan’s pale cheeks before lifting his hand and spanking Ryan’s ass.
Ryan moaned and writhed under Colt’s hand.
Colt offered the other cheek a slap, just as hard as the first. Ryan cried out, his body tensing. Colt gave another, slightly harder strike, watching closely as Ryan wriggled under him. “Do you like that, Ryan?”
Ryan’s mouth was open, and his breathing was labored. He shook his head as he stared at Colt.
“Do you want me to spank you more, bad boy?”
Ryan nodded enthusiastically.
Colt smiled, more than willing. “Then tell me what your safeword is because no doesn’t work within these walls.”
Ryan closed his eyes and groaned. The sound made Colt tremble. Hearing his lover’s need buoyed his own. It wouldn’t take much for his control to crack again and have him roughly taking the anal virgin. Soon, Colt would be plumbing the man’s depths.
A smile came to Colt’s lips.
Sweat glistened on Ryan’s forehead as his eyes darted from side to side. “Wrench.”
“Wrench is your safeword?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, wrench means no here, nothing else.”
Ryan nodded before Colt reached for the paddle he’d brought out. Gingerly, he padded Ryan’s ass, increasing the strikes in force and tempo as he watched his lover receiving the pain he wielded. His lover moaned over and over as Colt delivered each blow, no matter how much he ratcheted up the pain level. Ryan only moaned a breathy “More” at each pause.
When Ryan’s ass was red and swollen, Colt stopped the torment. He’d already gone much farther than anticipated, and he wouldn’t push Ryan more.
“More!” Ryan demanded, his face contorted in pleasure-filled pain.
“No more,” Colt answered. “You’ve had enough.”
Ryan’s body was coated with sweat, tremors making him shake all over with need. Lowering his head, Colt laved Ryan’s ass and tasted the lube he’d scented earlier. Ryan’s puckered hole was deep red from what appeared to be abuse. “Did you have sex with someone else?”
“No. I used a dildo.”
Heat zipped through Colt’s body. “Were you thinking of me?”
Ryan nodded, his stare capturing Colt’s. “Yes. But it wasn’t enough.”
Colt shuddered. With a grin, he returned to Ryan’s ass and laved the tight bud before moving his tongue to the man’s taint. After nibbling there and getting Ryan into a writhing mess, he moved to his lover’s balls and licked and sucked the tender flesh there. Unable to ignore Ryan’s perfect cock, he sucked the lengt
h down and feasted on the man once more. Ryan cried out, his need pushing him past coherence.
He feasted on Ryan’s cock, slurping the man again and again. The thick shaft stretched Colt’s lips wide once more, the sensation highly erotic. I need to get a mirror next time, to see how I look with this fat dick in my mouth.
Ryan thrashed against the bonds, repeating Colt’s name over and over as he rushed towards release. Just before Ryan made it, Colt stopped and pinched the base of his cock.
“I owe you one for earlier,” Colt said with a smirk. Instead of returning to the man’s dick, he licked and tasted Ryan’s balls and ass again, sticking his tongue into the latter like a little cock.
When he couldn’t hold back any longer, Colt sat up in his haunches and pulled a condom over his length. He added more lube to his lover’s ass and his cock before angling the head against Ryan’s anus.
“Are you ready for me?” Colt asked as he shook with need. He knew it would be hard to stop if Ryan decided he wasn’t ready, but he would. After last time, Colt wanted to be perfectly sure Ryan wanted this.
“I’m ready,” Ryan rasped, his throat sounding dry.
Colt rubbed his thumb over the man’s lower lip and leaned in for a brief, but heated, kiss before sitting up again. He glided the tip of his cock over Ryan’s anus, sliding in the lube. Gently, he pressed against the tight bud, feeding his length in millimeter by millimeter. Ryan’s body tensed, his eyes squeezed shut tight.
“Are you okay?”
Ryan nodded, his eyes still screwed tight. He remained silent, but didn’t show signs of needing to stop.
Colt kept feeding his cock into Ryan’s ass, until he was finally balls deep. Once inside, he paused, letting Ryan grow accustomed to his size. Gradually, Ryan relaxed against Colt. When he began to thrust his hips in silent demand, Colt started to move, slowly at first. The first mild thrust brought a deep moan from Ryan, and the man’s eyes popped open.
Ryan captured Colt’s stare as Colt unhurriedly fucked him. His breathing was rushed, more sweat coating his body. Ryan fought against the bonds, but the look of need in the man’s eyes told Colt all he needed to know, that and his moans of pleasure that quickly grew in volume. Colt loved the sound, knowing he was clearly satisfying Ryan.
He picked up the last item he’d neglected until now. Colt paused, adding a bit of lube to his hand and smearing it over Ryan’s cock. “I hope you’re not too big,” Colt whispered before lowering the entrance of the Fleshjack to the head of Ryan’s shaft.
Colt watched as Ryan’s dick disappeared into the jerk-off toy. The Fleshjack was a clear one, so Colt could watch Ryan’s shaft inside as he moved the toy up and down over his lover’s cock.
Ryan’s moans grew even louder as Colt jerked him off. He started moving again, adding the thrust of his cock to the mix. Ryan nearly came off the bed, thrashing against Colt’s body.
“How’s that feel?” Colt asked, wanting Ryan to verbalize what he sensed.
“G-gooood.”
Colt chuckled. “Just good?” Colt was on edge, about to come. Good wasn’t the word for how he felt.
“No… words,” Ryan spat, his head falling back against the pillow.
Colt didn’t push further. He was nearly to the same point. His control was frayed to the extreme. He focused on the feel of Ryan’s ultra-tight ass wrapped around his throbbing cock. It was the best ass he could remember ever fucking. Colt couldn’t imagine another feeling better.
Ryan’s body tightened, the hold on Colt’s cock growing snugger as well. With a yell, Ryan came, flooding the inside of the Fleshjack with a heavy load of seed. Seeing his lover come, along with the dick-hugging grip, Colt was pushed over the edge, and erupted. He exploded within his plumber, filling the condom with thick rope after rope of cum.
The orgasm felt like it went on forever, Ryan’s virgin hole milking him of his fluids and leaving him nothing left. His body shook violently as he came down off the high, his mind, body, and soul weary after the mind-blowing release.
Breathless and weary, he withdrew, holding the condom. How would he feel bare? I want him, skin to skin.
The thought shocked Colt, somewhat. He’d never been with a man sans condom ever. The thought of being bare had never crossed his mind. Deadly diseases weren’t worth it, and he’d never stayed with one man long enough to opt for testing.
The fact he wanted to with Ryan shook him to his very core, especially knowing Ryan wasn’t the keeping kind.
“That was… incredible,” Ryan said, his voice raspy.
Colt’s chest tightened, and he felt himself stiffen. He didn’t answer Ryan, only silently climbed from the bed and padded to his bathroom to discard the condom. Once he was cleaned off, he walked back in and unbound Ryan before sliding into the bed, wordlessly, beside his newly un-virginized lover.
“Are you going to be at the job tomorrow?” Colt asked briskly.
Ryan was silent a moment. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
“Just checking. After you left today, I headed over to another house we’re working on and caught up on some stuff with Linc and Jax. If you weren’t coming, I could just head back over there tomorrow, is all. I’ve been going over after we’re done and playing catch-up.”
“Do you need some time to get things done?”
Colt stiffened. Maybe a break for a day or two would be a good idea. But then, that would only drag things out more. “Nah, might as well get our job done so we can move on.”
Ryan was soundless a minute. “I’ll be there, at the job. If you’re going to be there.”
“I’ll be there.” Colt felt a sick feeling roiling low in his gut. “Well, we’ve got early mornings. You’d best get home and catch some shut-eye.”
More silence reigned.
Ryan climbed from the bed and pulled on his clothes with his back to Colt. Colt wanted to say something, to beg Ryan back into his bed, but it was best it was over now, before his feelings got involved. Ryan wasn’t gay. He wasn’t looking for a relationship. He’d had his gay experience and now they could both move on.
Ryan stalked to the door, never having uttered another word. As he put his hand to the knob, a voice screamed in Colt’s head to say something… say anything.
Stop him!
Don’t let him go!
Ryan seemed to pause a second, as if he wanted Colt to stop him. Colt sat up in the bed, his mouth refusing to scream the words.
Finally Ryan rushed out and trampled down the stairs. With a slam of the door and a rev to an engine, his plumber was gone.
It’s better this way.
No, it’s not. You’re a fucking asshole.
Chapter Seven
Ryan had spent the better part of the day ignoring Colt. Unfortunately, he needed the job more than he desired to quit and tell Colt the man was an asshole. He pretended to be unaffected, but knew he was likely failing. The sex the night before had been earth-shattering. It had changed Ryan. All he could think about was Colt touching him again and again. If that had been the first time, what would subsequent times be like?
Maybe it’s for the best. You’re not gay, remember?
Ryan shook his head, knowing he was too deep into it to deny it anymore. He might not be attracted to other men, but he was attracted to Colt. He was almost ready to beg the man for another round or ten. His ass was still sore from the paddle, and yet, all he could think about was another paddling. His anus was tender, yet all he could think of was Colt’s cock spearing him wide.
He’d walked around all day with a hard-on that wouldn’t let up, which made him feel ashamed. Colt had clearly gotten what he wanted and walked away. Ryan had done that a few times himself, when he was younger and dumber, never truly considering how it had made those women feel. Now he knew. It was terrible.
Even with the silence between them, they worked well together. The reason it had been so silent was Colt seemed to expect his needs and was ready and willing to jump in at the exact moment Ryan n
eeded him. It almost seemed that Colt could read his mind.
If only Ryan had the same ability, so he’d have seen this coming. If he’d known Colt would take and then cut him at the knees, he would’ve ignored the desire he felt. He was weak. He’d given in to the desire he’d felt, even though he’d heard the rumors about wild sex with multiple partners when it came to the three owners of JLC Construction.
At least the job was quickly coming to an end. Once it was over, he could avoid Colt like the plague. Ryan pulled on his hazard gear before flipping on his blowtorch. He worked quickly with the flame, putting the equipment down once done. He held on to the two ends of the pipe and needed assistance tightening the elbow. Colt, for once, seemed oblivious.
“Can you help over here?”
Colt lowered the wrench he was holding and then cried out in pain. Ryan dropped the pipes and turned to see Ryan holding his hand, his face showing pain.
“What did you do?”
Colt hissed in pain. “I hit the side of my hand against the fucking blowtorch.”
Ryan rose quickly and grabbed Colt’s wrist. The burn wasn’t terrible, but bad enough to need some attention. “Come on. I’ve got a first-aid kit in my truck.”
Colt followed Ryan outside. Ryan opened his driver’s side door and urged Colt to sit on the seat before pulling his kit out of his metal toolbox attached inside the pick-up bed. He sidled up to the front and got out the necessary items from the kit.
First, he grabbed an unopened bottle of water sitting in his door and poured it over Colt’s hand. Gently drying the hand with gauze, he applied some burn cream and then wrapped the hand in the gauze. “That should give you some relief.”
Ryan brought his gaze up, looking fully at Colt for the first time all day. Colt’s good looks slammed into him, making him ache all the more with need.
“Thanks,” Colt said, staring hard.
