“Yes, I was wrong?”
Chance laughed. “Yes, you may have this dance.”
Darren took his hand, led him onto the dance floor, and pulled him into his arms. The song was a jazzy number, but Darren held him close like they were slow-dancing, and it felt amazing. When the music shifted to a Celtic song with a waltz tempo, Darren grasped one of Chance’s hands in his and put his other hand on Chance’s waist. Then they fucking waltzed like they were in an old-fashioned movie. With each circle, Darren seemed to pull him closer, until their bodies were pressed tightly together. His grip was firm, anchoring Chance, his steps sure. All Chance had to do was relax and let Darren do the work. He surrendered to Darren’s lead, though he had every intention of taking the lead himself later that evening. This time he wasn’t going to hesitate to ask Darren for more.
Darren maneuvered them toward the edge of the dance floor as the song came to an end, and Chance started to hope Darren was going to suggest they find someplace private.
“Mr. Walsh. We need you.”
A woman, who was apparently bent on ruining all Chance’s plans, stood behind Darren.
Darren gave Chance an apologetic smile and then turned to face her. “What’s wrong, Ellen?”
“There a dispute over who won the Lillington chair.”
Darren winced. “You’re kidding.”
“I’m afraid not. They won’t listen to me.”
The chair in question was a hideous orange-and-green plaid that Chance supposed was meant to be seventies’ retro. The fabric might work on a recliner, but this chair looked like it belonged in a formal living room. He was surprised it had gotten any bids at all, much less that someone would fight over it.
Darren turned to Chance. “I’m sorry. I’m going to have to take care of this.”
“It’s fine. I understand.” He did, even if he wanted to grab Darren and force him to stay.
“I’ll find you later.”
Chance nodded. Then Darren was whisked off by the woman. No matter what Darren said, Chance felt sure this would be just like the airport. He wouldn’t be seeing Darren again.
CHAPTER FOUR
Darren looked around for Chance. It had taken forever to sort out the two drunken idiots who each thought they had the winning bid for the hideous chair. And then one problem after another cropped up to keep him by the cashier’s station instead of on the dance floor. By the time he broke free, the evening was starting to wind down. Chance had probably left, thinking that once again, Darren had enjoyed a few moments’ amusement with him and then vanished.
He made his way past groups still chatting, tried not to linger too long with any of them, and then saw Nora Creston and remembered Chance had been at her table.
“Nora, I hope you’ve had a good evening.”
She turned and embraced him. “It’s been fantastic. And it looks like the auction was quite successful.”
He nodded. “It was. Possibly the best year ever.”
“I’m so glad. Did you need help with something?”
Darren drew in a breath, knowing how revealing his question was likely to be, but if he found Chance, it would be worth it. “There was a young man at your table—Chance.”
She smiled, and yes, she knew exactly why he was asking.
“Do you know if he’s still here?”
“Chance?” The Korean man Chance had been sitting next to turned away from the woman he was talking to.
“Yes.”
“He just left, but I bet you can catch him. He headed that way.”
Without even saying goodbye, Darren rushed out. He heard the sound of Nora’s laughter behind him, but he ignored it.
He turned a corner after exiting the ballroom, and there he was. “Chance!”
Chance whirled around.
“Please wait.” Darren jogged up to him, then realized how ridiculous he must look chasing after him. He could schmooze a crowd of potential donors or give a speech to make them eager to help his favorite cause, but faced with a beautiful young man he’d abandoned twice, he stood staring, having no idea what to say.
Fortunately, Chance didn’t seem to mind.
He looked behind him and then back at Darren, and tilted his head toward the restroom door. “You want to be part of another first for me?”
Wow. “Um…”
Chance grinned. “Last time, I was too shy to even ask you out, and that failed miserably, so I thought this time I’d ask for exactly what I wanted.”
Darren’s mouth opened and closed, but nothing came out because his brain was no longer functioning.
Chance took a step closer. “I’ve never had sex in a bathroom.” He glanced to the other side of the hall. “Or a supply closet.”
“Fuck.” That was as articulate as Darren could be.
Chance grinned. “You wanna?”
“I think you know the answer to that.”
“Come on, then.” He took Darren’s hand and tugged.
Was Darren seriously going to do this? Eating processed-cheese snacks and talking to a stranger on a plane was one thing, but fucking a stranger in the bathroom at an auction he was hosting…
Chance isn’t a stranger, and you’ve been fantasizing about him for months.
When he resisted, Chance frowned. “Do you need to go back in there?”
“I… No, I don’t.”
“Well, then. You and me. Bathroom. Yes or no.” He exaggerated his Texan accent, and he might as well have wrapped his hand around Darren’s dick.
“Supply closet. No one will interrupt us there.”
Chance tugged him across the hall, but when he tried to open the door, it didn’t budge.
Fortunately, Darren had a master key for the building. “I’ve got it.” He pulled out his key ring, and with shaking hands, finally got the door open, still not believing he was actually doing this.
As soon as he had the door open, Chance yanked him inside and pulled the door closed behind them. Darren didn’t have time to assess their surroundings before Chance shoved him against the wall and kissed him. Just like when Chance had sat down next to him on the plane, there was no warm-up, no polite greeting. Chance was full throttle from the moment their lips touched, and Darren’s body couldn’t have been happier about it.
His head thunked back against the wall, but he didn’t care. Chance was tongue-fucking him, and it felt incredible. He ground against Chance, groaning at the feel of Chance’s erection sliding along his own. A few seconds later, Chance pulled back.
Darren chased after him, not wanting to lose the wet heat of his mouth. But Chance gripped his shoulders, holding him off.
“Relax, I’m not going anywhere. I just need to catch my breath.”
“I… That’s good.”
Chance laughed. But it wasn’t mocking. It was…sweet? No, nothing about this filthy encounter could be sweet.
“You don’t have to try so hard; just let the wall hold you up, and feel.”
Darren tried to banish the lust-fog in his brain so he could speak. “I thought you’d be angry with me.”
“Because you never called?”
Darren nodded.
“I was. Then I was pissed at myself for not getting your number, and then I was just resigned.”
“Chance, I—”
“Hush.” He placed a finger on Darren’s lips. “We’re here now, and we’re going to enjoy this.” He leaned in, and his teeth scraped along Darren’s jaw, making his breath hitch.
“Like that, do you?” He nipped at the thin skin along Darren’s throat, and Darren gasped.
“Fuck yes.”
Chance lightly bit his neck again and then shifted his attention to Darren’s shoulder, kissing, licking, and then—oh God—he bit down much harder, and Darren barely held back a shout. Fuck, he couldn’t tell if it hurt or felt better than anything they’d done yet.
“I… That was… Wow.”
Chance let him go and sank to his knees.
Darren st
ared down at him, his cock so hard, it almost hurt. “You…you don’t have to…”
“I want to.”
“Okay. Um…”
“Relax.” The command in his voice sent warmth through Darren. He hadn’t realized just how hot giving up control could be.
“You like when I tell you what to do,” Chance said, grinning up at him.
“Yes.” Heat filled his face, but he was determined to be completely honest with Chance.
“Get your cock out for me.”
Darren wasn’t sure he remembered how to work buttons and zippers, but somehow he managed, and when he was done, Chance leaned forward and licked up the precome that had gathered on the tip.
Darren shuddered.
“I love how responsive you are.” Chance took hold of the base of Darren’s cock and stroked gently. “Are you ready for more?”
“So ready. I’ve been jerking off thinking about you for months.” Shit. Darren hadn’t meant to share that.
“Have you now?”
He forced himself to meet Chance’s gaze. “Yes.”
“I’ve been thinking of you too, about having you at my mercy, holding you down, fucking you until you cried out, and—”
“Wait, I… I’m not…”
Chance raised his brow. “Don’t tell me you don’t bottom.”
Darren took a deep breath. “I have, occasionally, but I… I don’t… I like control.”
“And yet you’re letting me control this.”
Darren nodded.
“I think this is exactly what you need, but if I’m wrong, then—”
“You’re not wrong.” Darren would never have admitted that to anyone else, but Chance was right—he wanted to just give in and let him do whatever he wanted.
“Good. Now relax and enjoy this.”
Chance took Darren’s cock in his mouth and sucked him while he used his other hand to fondle Darren’s balls. Darren was very glad for the wall behind him, because he didn’t think he could stay on his feet without it supporting him.
When Chance slid his tongue along the underside of Darren’s cock, he pushed forward, unable to stop himself. Chance’s mouth was so slick, so warm. He hummed around Darren’s shaft, making him groan. Then Chance pulled off and held his hand up.
“Get my fingers wet,” he ordered.
Darren didn’t consider protesting. He held Chance’s gaze as he drew two of his fingers into his mouth, running his tongue up and down and between them, coating them in spit. Chance seemed mesmerized by the sight, and Darren hoped Chance’s dick was as hard as his. Finally, Chance tugged his hand back, and Darren reluctantly let him go.
“I want to put these in your ass. Is that okay?”
Darren nodded vigorously. “Yes. Please.”
Chance smiled as he swallowed Darren’s dick again, and Darren slid his hands into Chance’s hair, fighting the urge to thrust. Then Chance brushed his hole with those spit-slick fingers.
Darren gasped. “Please.”
Chance pushed a finger inside him as he took Darren even deeper into his throat. He worked the digit in and out, and Darren knew he wouldn’t last long like this.
“Fuck. That’s good.”
Then Chance took him all the way to the root and stayed there, Darren’s whole cock down his throat. His face was red, his eyes wide. Darren was about to pull out, scared Chance would run out of air, when Chance sat back, gasping.
“God, Chance, that was—”
He pushed a second finger in, and Darren’s statement ended in a strangled sound.
“Too much?”
Darren shook his head. “Not enough.”
“Mmm.” Chance worked the digits in and out and then started sucking Darren’s cock again, working his mouth in time with the finger-fucking.
In seconds Darren was on the edge. “Gonna come, Chance.” He pushed at Chance’s shoulder, but Chance gripped the back of his thigh with his free hand, holding Darren in place.
Darren drove into Chance’s mouth, bucking against him as he shot his load down Chance’s throat. When he was completely spent, he sagged against the wall, and Chance sat back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Oh my God. That was incredible.” He reached out a hand. “Come here.”
Chance stood, and Darren pulled him close, then rubbed his palm against Chance’s cock, which was straining his suit pants.
Chance groaned. “Darren, I…”
“Shhh. I’ll take care of you.” Darren unfastened his pants and pulled his cock out.
Chance’s eyes went wide as Darren worked him, slowly and then faster.
“Harder. I… Don’t be gentle.”
He gripped Chance tighter, making him hiss. “Yes. Like that. Oh fuck.”
Seconds later he shot over Darren’s hand, the look of ecstasy on his face making Darren need him all over again. Except this time he wanted them laid out naked in his bed.
Darren kept stroking him until he pushed Darren’s hand away. “You’re beautiful when you come.”
Chance smiled. “Then you should make me come again.”
“I should?”
“Yes. Let’s go someplace where we can make a lot of noise.”
Darren wanted that too, desperately. But was he really going to bring Chance home, to see if things could work between them in the real world? This supply-closet interlude had been as separate from reality as their plane ride, and he still wasn’t sure the connection between them wouldn’t disappear like Cinderella’s dress at midnight once they stepped outside.
Chance frowned. “You’re having second thoughts.”
“When we came in here I thought—”
“That we’d get off and then you’d disappear again?”
He shook his head. “I really am sorry for that.”
Chance gave a sad smile. “I never really thought you’d call, but I couldn’t stop hoping.”
“Do you have any idea how hard I was for almost the whole damn flight?”
“Just like you were hard tonight, on the dance floor. Like how you went off just now—”
“Like I hadn’t had sex in months? I haven’t, because all I can think about is you.”
“But you still don’t want to take me home.”
His words didn’t sound like a question. “Chance, it’s not… I just…”
He pulled away. “I get it. I’m the fuck-in-the-closet type, not the take-home type. It’s fine.” He grabbed a roll of paper towels from a shelf, ripped one off, and wiped Darren’s spunk from his mouth.
Oh shit, no. Darren did not treat people like this.
He grabbed Chance’s arm as Chance reached for the door. “I’m being an ass because I’m scared.”
“Darren, if you don’t want to do this—”
“I do. I want it so damn much, it hurts.”
“Really?”
Darren nodded as he fastened his pants. “As soon as we get out of here, I’ll have a valet bring my car around. Then I’m going to take you home, and we’re going to fuck until we pass out from exhaustion.”
Chance grinned. “You think you’ve got that much stamina?”
“I know I do.”
“So what happens then?”
Darren’s heart skipped a beat. “Then?”
“After we fuck.”
He’d barely worked up the courage to take Chance home; he couldn’t think beyond that. Not yet. “I don’t know.”
Chance seemed to ponder that for a moment. “All right. We’ll figure it out as we go.”
Darren opened the door, and they stumbled out. With horror, Darren looked into the eyes of Mr. Abbot, an elderly man who’d looked disgruntled all evening as he’d followed his wife around. He gave Darren a cutting look.
Before he’d met Chance, Darren would have drawn himself up and returned an even icier stare, making sure the man understood Darren’s superiority.
Instead, he grabbed Chance’s hand and they ran, laughing so hard, it echoed down the
hallway. He couldn’t remember a time he’d felt this happy or this free.
CHAPTER FIVE
Chance got very excited when Darren told the driver he lived on Sunset Cliffs Boulevard. “You live in one of those amazing houses overlooking the ocean, don’t you?”
“I do.”
Chance usually visited Sunset Cliffs a few times a week to walk along the trails. “Those views are so incredible.”
“When I first moved in, I thought I would eventually start to take it for granted, but it’s been three years and that hasn’t happened yet.”
The drive didn’t take long, and when they pulled up in front of Darren’s house, Chance couldn’t help but stare. Darren lived right across the street from the cliffs, with a perfect, unobstructed view of the ocean. And if that wasn’t enough, his front yard and porch were beautifully landscaped with a wide variety of plants. While Darren unlocked the front door, Chance walked around the porch, checking out all the pots of succulents.
“These are my favorites.” Chance pointed to a pot on the porch filled with plants that looked like green roses.
“I love those too.”
And there it was, that softer side of Darren he’d seen on the plane. Joon was so wrong. Darren was much more than a rich man who did as he wanted.
Darren paused before opening the door. “I better warn you about Roger, my dog. He’s a boxer, and he loves everyone. Really loves them, but he’s big and he jumps and slobbers. A lot.”
“Don’t worry. I love dogs. I really want one, but I spend too much time at the lab, and Joon, my roommate, is awesome in many ways, but he’s not the most responsible guy around.”
When Chance stepped into the foyer, he barely had time to register the large brown blur galloping toward him before Roger leaped, driving Chance backward into Darren, and then placing his paws on Chance’s chest and gazing at him with soulful doggie eyes.
“Wow. You’re a sweet boy, aren’t you?” He scratched Roger’s head, and the dog’s tongue lolled out the side of his mouth.
“Watch out, or you’ll be stuck doing that all night.”
Chance laughed. “Does he have a toy?” At that word, Roger’s stump of a tail began to wag his entire body.
“Now you’ve done it. I’m going to have to get out the B-A-L-L.”
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