Lace-Covered Compromise

by Silvia Violet

  “Is that a joke?”

  “No, I want to make sure this is really what you want, because from now on it’s not just going to be a series of hookups. It’s no longer just working our anger out on each others’ asses.”

  I groaned. “Are we having another relationship talk?”

  “We are.”

  “I avoided these for thirty-three years and now I have two in twenty-four hours.”

  “Well all good runs must come to an end sometime. If you choose to head home now I understand. This isn’t going to be easy.”

  “Nothing with me is easy; ask anyone who knows me.” He smiled. And I took his hands, there on the street in front of his building. “I’m no good at reading people or talking about how I feel—sometimes I don’t know what I feel. But I missed you when we stopped talking. A lot. I want to see where this goes and right now I want to go up to your apartment and fuck.”

  “Yes, the latter part I could guess, but what happens if you don’t like the choice you made afterwards?”

  “Um . . . I tell you I’m freaking out, and you comfort me with a blowjob and more pizza.”

  Nate scowled at me, but he was obviously trying not to laugh. “At least that’s a better plan than running. And seriously, tell me if you need to leave. As long as I know what you’re trying to work through, we’ll be fine.”

  “Maybe one day, I’ll stop panicking.”

  “If not we’ll figure out how to deal with it.”

  “Why?”

  He frowned. “So you’re comfortable.”

  “No, I mean why are you willing to put up with me?”

  “Masochism?” I glared at him, but he smiled and squeezed my hand. “I like you. I just genuinely enjoy getting to spend time with the real you, even when that you is being an utter ass or when you’re uncertain. But most of all when you are raw and uncontrolled.”

  Mmm. Raw and uncontrolled sounded perfect. “Then take me the fuck upstairs and make me lose control.”

  When Nate closed the door of his apartment, I leaned on it and studied him. I knew what I wanted. Would he do it? “I want to watch you jerk off.”

  Nate’s eyes widened. “Really?”

  “Yeah, I . . .”

  “You’re into that?”

  “I am, but if you’re not comfortable or something or . . .”

  He grabbed a chair from the kitchen table and spun it around. “Sit there, put your hands around the edge of the seat, and don’t move.”

  Fucking fuck, this was truly happening. He pulled off his T-shirt and then worked his way out of his shoes, socks, and shorts until he was standing in front of me in his pink panties.

  “Don’t take those off,” I said.

  He smiled. “I wasn’t going to.”

  First he simply ran his hand over his cock, which was hard enough to push past the top of the panties. The way it strained against the thin lace was so fucking erotic.

  “When did you first start wearing these?” I asked.

  “You’re fucking with my concentration.” He stepped closer, until I could’ve leaned forward and licked his cock.

  In an effort to stay focused and to frustrate him, I said, “Tell me.”

  He pushed the panties down in front just enough to free his cock and stroke it. “Later.”

  With his cock inches from my face, I no longer cared. I watched his hand moving up and down, slow for a bit and then faster. Then I looked up, needing to see his expression. He was watching me, his tongue visible between his lips, his eyes wide, a darker blue than usual.

  “So fucking hot.”

  He increased the pace, and I dropped my gaze to his cock again, realizing that asking to watch had been a terrible idea. I wanted to touch, to taste.

  I started unbuttoning my shirt, expecting him to admonish me, but he didn’t. I pulled it off and tossed it on the floor. “I want you to come all over me.”

  “Holy fuck!” His rhythm faltered for a moment, but then he stepped even closer. My heart sped up, and I fought the urge to lean forward and take him in my mouth. I’d regret giving up the chance to live out my fantasy. Nate’s eyes were closed now. He rolled his balls with his other hand, toying with them. I took hold of the chair again to stop myself from helping him.

  “You’re close, aren’t you?” I barely got the words out between ragged breaths.

  “Yes!” He was flushed now, color creeping up his neck into his face. His cock looked painfully hard, pre-come beaded on the tip, and he used it to slick up the shaft. “Adam! Fuck, Adam! Going to fucking cover you in come.”

  “Yes!”

  He shot then, on my chest and neck and then right on my face. His spunk hit my cheek and I gasped. My cock jerked against my shorts—Nate’s shorts.

  He groaned. “So damn hot.”

  I wiped my eyes, but he’d managed to aim well. When I looked up, he was watching me like a predator. “Don’t move. I want to clean you up.”

  His words made me shudder and he licked my cheek. “Has anyone else ever done this to you?”

  “N-no.”

  “You like it?”

  “Fuck,” I groaned.

  “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  I needed more of his tongue on me. “Clean me up.”

  “Oh, I intend to, baby.”

  I shuddered, loving that he called me that just like I had before.

  “Mmm. You like that word, don’t you.”

  I nodded as he licked the other side of my face and then moved down my neck and my torso. He unfastened the shorts I’d borrowed and pulled down my briefs. My cock practically sprang into his hands, and I sank my teeth into my bottom lip as he slid his hand up and down.

  “Can’t last. Nearly came in my pants,” I gasped.

  Then he kissed the tip of my shaft and I jerked against him.

  “You don’t have to last. I’m still hungry.”

  “Holy fuck, could you be any hotter?”

  He laughed around my shaft as he took it into his mouth.

  “That’s it. Oh God! Yes!” I slid my hands into his hair and fought the urge to force myself deeper. I wanted rough and nasty, but I also wanted him to take the lead. Unable to hold completely still, I worked my hips as much as I could sitting down, and he took more, making no protest.

  I gripped him tighter and he groaned, the sound vibrating down my cock.

  “Oh, fuck!” I was tugging on his hair, trying to thrust as he sucked harder, moved faster, did unspeakable things. His mouth was amazing. In moments my whole body tensed. “Nate, I . . . I can’t—” I never got the words of warning out because suddenly I was coming,

  When I’d wrung myself out, I opened my eyes and looked down. He let my cock slip from his mouth and licked his lips.

  “Kiss me,” I gasped. He rose to his feet, taking my hands and pulling me with him. I wobbled, dizzy from so much pleasure. When we kissed, I tasted both of us on his tongue, and the kiss deepened, turning fierce despite our exhaustion.

  Seconds later, he pulled back so we could get our breath, he said, “College.”

  “What?”

  “You asked when I started wearing panties. It was in college.”

  “Oh.”

  “I’d fantasized about it for years before that. I don’t know where it came from. I’d masturbate to the thought of lace over my hand as I worked my cock. Lace and satin against my ass was just something my brain found sexy. Then I started seeking out porn where guys were wearing lingerie. It turned me on, but it wasn’t as good as thoughts of it on me.”

  “I like it on you best too.”

  He laughed. “I’ve already had that impression. A year or so later, I finally worked up the nerve to order some for myself. I was nervous the whole day the first time I wore them, nervous and hiding a hard-on. I jerked off three times that night.”

  “Mmmm. I can imagine it.”

  “I bet you can.”

  “Come on.” He took my hand and led me toward the bedroom.

 
“I may be pretty damn amazing, but I’m not ready to go again just yet.”

  Nate laughed. “Something the incredible Adam Kingston can’t do? How can that be?”

  I scowled, but he simply flopped onto the bed and patted the spot next to him. “Lay down and talk to me.”

  I tensed. Chatting side by side after sex was far from my comfort zone.

  “Come on. I could give you another massage.”

  His hands had felt so good. “Okay.”

  I lay on my stomach and he straddled me, making me groan as he dug his fingers into my tense shoulders. “Is this okay?”

  “Yes. Definitely yes.”

  He worked my neck, shoulders, and back until I felt like I might ooze right into the mattress. “When did you know you liked men?”

  The question sounded far away. I was half asleep, in a post-sex, post-massage trance. “What?”

  “When did you know you were bi?” Nate shifted position, stretching out beside me.

  “High school, but I never really admitted it to myself until after college.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah, I told myself I was imagining that attraction, that I just found some men good looking, but I didn’t actually want to sleep with them.”

  “Turned out you did, huh?”

  “Yes. Yes, I did.”

  We both laughed.

  “So you’ve never had a relationship with a man?”

  “I’ve never had a relationship with a woman either unless you count Valerie, but we never had sex and only pretended to date.”

  Nate shook his head. “That doesn’t count—not because of the sex, but because of the pretense.”

  “I love her, but not like—” I froze horrified. My stomach flip-flopped I’d almost said. Like you.

  Nate’s eyes were wide.

  My mind screamed for me to run.

  He reached for me before I could spiral too far into panic. “I feel it too. We don’t have to talk about it anymore now, though.”

  “I didn’t mean to . . .”

  He smiled. “I know, but it makes me happy. You make me happy.”

  “How did we get here?”

  “Well, we walked home from Navy Pier and—”

  “Shut up.”

  He rolled his eyes.

  “Can we just go back to me being bi?”

  Nate nodded.

  “Once I realized how much I liked it, I fucked men in secret and no one figured it out. Not even Valerie, until you.”

  “That seems so hard to believe.”

  “What part of it?”

  “Valerie for one thing, but really just the fact that no one noticed. You’ve not been very discreet with me.”

  “My brain stops functioning when I look at you.”

  “We should probably get that under control.”

  I laughed. “Yes, we should or working together is going to be hell.”

  “If I have to watch you prance around in your perfectly-fitted suits, it’s already going to be hard.”

  I glared at him. “There is no excuse for that.”

  He rolled over on his stomach. My gaze followed the line of his back down to his ass, which was still covered in pink lace.

  “When did you realize you liked men in panties?” he asked.

  “When I saw yours in your office.”

  “Seriously? You’d never been interested before? Because you were really fucking interested from the moment you saw them in my hand.”

  “So you did notice?”

  “Oh, yes.”

  “I’d been intrigued by guys in lipstick, then told myself it was just because they looked ridiculous. But lingerie had never even been on my radar. I’ve always loved guys with muscular arms like you, with your height—”

  “But not my manties.”

  “No, but when I saw you with them and thought about the contrast between your body and pink lace . . . I tried to tell myself that it wasn’t sexy, that it was ludicrous, not something I’d ever like. Then I tracked you down that night and . . .”

  “You liked it.”

  “A lot. But wanting you, that didn’t start with the lace.”

  Nate smiled indulgently. “I know.”

  I rose on my elbow and let my fingers follow my gaze. I ran them under the waistband of his underwear, sliding along his smooth skin, teasing the top of his crack.

  He looked up at me. “You ready now?”

  I hadn’t even realized how provocative my caresses had become. I just loved the feel of him. “Sadly, all I’m ready for is going to sleep.”

  “You want to stay the night?”

  I nodded. “I do.”

  “And wake up and have breakfast?”

  “Yes, please. I’d love another chance at pancakes.”

  He rolled to his side and reached for me. I scooted into his arms and sighed as I closed my eyes, content to be held.

  I woke from the first refreshing sleep I’d had in a long time and turned over to stretch. When my foot hit a man’s leg, I startled.

  “Good morning,” Nate said.

  “Hi.” My heart sped up, but I wasn’t going to let that deter me. I’m fine. I’m staying.

  “Dare I suggest breakfast?” Nate asked.

  “Yes, this time I’m staying put. But I need to shower first. I’m all sticky from last night.”

  Nate laughed. “We both are. Let’s shower together. I’ll get you squeaky clean, so I can make you filthy all over again.”

  “When I’m with you I don’t know how to be anything but filthy.”

  He grinned. “I’ve noticed.”

  “This’ll be another new one for me. I’ve never showered with someone I fucked.” It was too intimate, too much about someone else in space that needed to be mine. Somehow it was okay that they’d been up my ass, but . . .

  Nate smiled. “Ready to try something new?”

  “With you I always am.”

  “I love that I can make you try new things, but that doesn’t mean I want to change who you are. I happen to like you as an arrogant shit.”

  I smiled at him. “Who wouldn’t?”

  He slapped my ass and pushed me toward the bathroom. “Come on.”

  As Nate reached to turn the water on, he was already semi-hard. If I got on my knees I could suck him until he was ready to fuck me, but he wanted to shower with me so I restrained myself. I was going to let him seduce me into further intimacy if it killed me, though waiting to take his cock in my mouth again just might.

  He pushed the pink lace he had still been wearing down his legs and tossed them into the laundry hamper. When the water was hot he stepped in, and I followed.

  “Here.” He handed me a container of shower gel. “I’ll wash my hair while you get my body nice and clean.”

  I did like the idea of running soapy hands all over him so I squeezed some of the gel into my hand and started at his shoulders. I worked my way down his chest and then rubbed soapy circles on his back, lower and lower until I was sliding a hand into his crack and teasing his hole.

  He encouraged me, “Go on, make sure I’m clean everywhere.”

  I pushed into him and he gasped as he ducked under the water to rinse. Liking his response, I pushed deeper until I brushed his sweet spot.

  “Fuck,” Nate sputtered, having sucked in water.

  “Relax and enjoy this.” I added more soap and slicked up his cock. By the time his shaft and balls were clean, he was fully hard, but I wasn’t ready to do anything about that yet, so I worked my way down to his feet, planted a kiss on his ass cheek, and stood.

  “Now it’s your turn. Turn around.”

  I tried to take the shampoo from his hand. “I can do my hair.”

  “No, you get the full treatment.”

  I sighed. “Fine.”

  He pulled me back into the spray, getting my hair good and wet before he worked the shampoo through it, massaging my scalp with his fingers. It felt divine.

  When he’d rinsed the shampoo
away, he lathered up his hands with soap. “I think you need to be as thoroughly cleaned as I was, don’t you?”

  “I— Yeah, I do.”

  He moved to stand in front of me, wet skin sliding against mine. He washed my chest and then knelt. His face was so close to my cock as he thoroughly washed my balls and the creases at the top of my thighs that I lost the ability to breathe.

  “Spread your legs.”

  I did. Why was it so easy to do exactly what he said?

  He slipped his hand behind my balls, making soap-slick circles on my taint and teasing the edge of my hole.

  I swore I wouldn’t whine or whimper or otherwise embarrass myself, but as if he knew what I was thinking, he looked up and grinned in challenge.

  He added more soap to his hands and massaged my ass cheeks. Then when he had me thoroughly relaxed, he slid his hands back down my crack and pushed a finger inside me.

  I whimpered.

  Nate groaned. “God, I love that sound.”

  “I fucking hate it.”

  He pushed deeper, and I made it again.

  “You’re incredible.”

  He worked his finger inside me, making me squirm. His mouth was less than an inch from the tip of my cock. I wanted to feed it to him. Instead, I squeezed his shoulders hard. Needing to touch, to do something, but suddenly he stopped and stood.

  I stared at him. “Why are you—”

  He grabbed me, shoving me again the wall of the shower, kissing me like he was starving.

  “Fuck,” I moaned as he kissed the line of my jaw. Then he sucked on my lower lip, and began to work our cocks together where they jutted up between our bodies. Just as I was getting into the rhythm, he stopped, jerking away.

  “Not in here,” he gasped as he reached behind me and shut off the water.

  I was so eager, I nearly fell trying to get out of the shower, pulling him with me. I was headed to the bedroom but he caught me around the waist and spun me to face the mirror. “Brace yourself,” he ordered.

  My cock got impossibly harder. It was like the last time at the club, but this time there wasn’t anger between us, only lust and whatever tension was always there under the surface, driving us to push each other. I looked up, catching his gaze in the mirror. He was so intent, so fucking hot. So not at all the man I’d thought he was.