Sawyer had never heard anything sexier in his life. His. All his. The words spurred him on. Made him power into Harlan at backbreaking speed and give the other man everything he had, until the only thing left was his seed. His orgasm was rapidly approaching but he refused to go over until Harlan did.
“Stroke yourself for me now. Jerk that hot dick until you come.”
“Christ.” Harlan’s hand flew to his cock, making Sawyer wish they were in an entirely different position. “Oh. Yeah. Yeah.”
“You’re going to go for me.”
“Yes. Come for you.”
“Then do it.” Sawyer wanted to fight it, to hold off as long as possible before he came, but this evening was too long in the making. “I want to see you go.”
“Sawyer…fuuuckkk.” Harlan’s ass stuttered against Sawyer seconds before a lone shot of ropey come shot out past Harlan’s bent head onto a spot on the comforter in front of him.
The sight of Harlan’s release triggered Sawyer’s own and he came, grinding his hips against his ass. Sawyer’s seed poured out of him, filling the snug condom at lightning speed. Panting, he squeezed his eyes shut, shivering from the delicious aftermath of it all.
Light-headed, he tried to catch his breath as he eased out of Harlan’s body. The other man gave a slight whimper, which reminded Sawyer to slow down even more. He’d been less than gentle with his lover but the mere idea of hurting him brought him no joy. As soon as he pulled out, Harlan collapsed onto the bed in a boneless, smiling, smug heap. “I knew it,” he murmured. “I knew it would be this good.”
So had Sawyer, and that was what scared him. Shaky, he lay down beside the panting man, not even remotely interested in cleaning up right now. Besides, Sawyer didn’t think he could if he wanted to. He was spent and the only place he wanted to be was where he was. With Harlan.
Chapter Four
The whole parental unit’s demanding due attention was getting old. Harlan tried his best not to sulk as he adjusted the temperature of his shower, but it was hard as hell. If it weren’t for the fact his family was going home today, he would still be snuggled up beside Sawyer in bed. But no, instead of eating his lover out for breakfast, he was going to have to eat out at the local Denny’s with his parents. It was a cruel, cruel substitute for pure joy.
The only saving grace was knowing there would be plenty of time in the future to wake Sawyer with his tongue. Smiling at the thought, he reached over to the shelf and picked up the black plastic Axe bottle and flipped open the top. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the familiar scent fill his nose and mind.
Hmm. Sawyer.
His cock began to stir. Sniffing soap had to be a new fetish of some sort. Maybe he could start an online group dedicated to men who loved the scent of their lovers. Opening his eyes once more, he stared at the label. Without a doubt, Harlan knew he would never look at the Axe commercials the same again.
As the warm water cascaded over his back, he poured a bit of the body wash into his hand. He rubbed the cool liquid between his hands, and began to wash his body with the image of a nude Sawyer in his mind.
Harlan tried to imagine what Sawyer looked like when he was showering. If he slapped one out in a rush in the morning before class, or if he took his time, rubbing the soap into his cock as if it were lube, while fantasizing Harlan was before him on his knees. The more Harlan rubbed the soap into his skin and inhaled the masculine scent, the more aroused he became. Closing his eyes, he brought his soapy fingers to his nose as he began to rub his hand down his body to his awakening cock.
Before he could really get lost in his fantasy, the shower door slid open and Sawyer peered in with a large smile upon his face. “This looks interesting.”
Harlan quickly turned around and held his hand under the water to wash away the evidence of his shame before moving back a few inches to allow Sawyer to get under the spray. Talk about embarrassing. “Okay, it isn’t as weird as it looks.”
“Uh huh.” Sawyer smiled as he stepped into the shower. He edged around Harlan, moving until he was under the spray, and then turned to face the other man with a knowing smile on his face.
Harlan was sure he was never going to live this down. “I was just enjoying the scent of your soap.”
Sawyer smiled and picked up the bottle in question. He poured a liberal amount into his palm, all the while eyeing Harlan as if he had the goods on him. “And getting off.”
“I wasn’t getting off.” Not yet anyway.
“Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear last night.” Sawyer rubbed his hands together until the green gel turned into white foam. “You don’t come until I say you can.”
Harlan had been half-hard already just from being in the close quarters, surrounded by the masculine scents that reminded him so much of Sawyer. But now the man himself was in the shower with him, wet and naked, and Harlan was at full attention. And how. “I figured that was a sex order. Not a ‘forever after this moment’ order.”
“You figured wrong.”
Harlan’s cock twitched in approval. “Noted.”
Sawyer slid his soapy hands all over his body, cleaning himself as Harlan looked on with acute hunger. After last night’s rowdy bout of loving he was tender, but watching Sawyer wash made him rethink holding off for the rest of the day. He could rest when he was dead.
As if it was a normal everyday occurrence for them to be in the shower with one another, Sawyer turned around and rinsed off, speaking to Harlan all the while. “I’m curious about something.”
“Yes?”
Sawyer turned back to face Harlan. “Is sneaking away the norm for you?”
“No.” Unlike Sawyer seemed to be, Harlan wasn’t so blasé about the situation at hand. Thanks to his killer erection, he could barely concentrate on the conversation. “Meeting my family for breakfast. I was going to let you sleep in.”
“Breakfast, you say.” Sawyer grabbed the bottle again and doused his hand with the shower gel.
“Uh huh.”
He stepped forward, crowding Harlan against the cool tile. The look in his eyes was so feral it set Harlan’s heart to racing. “I think you’re going to be a little late.”
Harlan didn’t think it. He knew it. Besides, breakfast was so overrated. Lunch was the new most important meal of the day.
Despite the chill of the tiles and the cool air, Harlan was anything but cold. He was hot, growing increasingly warmer by the second, thanks to Sawyer’s hands making slow, sweet love to his body. The tenderness of it surprised Harlan. He’d never had another lover bathe him before. Then again, before last night he’d never really had a lover. Just passing partners who didn’t mean half of what Sawyer meant to him. That was probably why everything with him was just plain better. Because it was Sawyer.
“I meant to pay attention to these last night, but I was distracted by your ass.” Sawyer took the hoops in his hand and tugged lightly on the nipple rings.
The slight tug sent a shot of pure pleasure straight to his throbbing cock. “Fuck.” For an intelligent guy, Harlan became one syllable guy when he was aroused. It was a personality flaw he hadn’t been able to overcome since puberty.
From the lecherous grin Sawyer sent him as he toyed with his piercings, Harlan was willing to bet he didn’t mind much. “Turn around.”
Sawyer took the option of obeying out of Harlan’s hands, physically turning the other man before he could say yea or nay.
“I don’t…” Harlan closed his eyes and leaned back into Sawyer’s chest, “…think I can.” But he wanted to. God, he wanted to.
“Shh, pretty,” Sawyer whispered, pulling Harlan in tight to him. “I’ll take care of you.”
God, that sounds good. Almost as good as Sawyer was making him feel.
With one hand on Harlan’s dick and the other on a nipple, Sawyer played Harlan like a grand piano, teasing and torturing him until Harlan’s knees buckled under the weight of pleasure consuming him.
A good hand jo
b was right up there with a good blowjob in Harlan’s book. Like the wanton Sawyer was fast turning him into, Harlan pumped his hips, fucking Sawyer’s fist as the other man muttered shameful obscenities in his ear. Good Lord, he was a talker. The things he whispered were going to have Harlan looking at his mouth in a different light from now on.
“That’s it. Fuck my fist. Fuck it like I did your ass last night,” Sawyer said as he ground his cock against Harlan’s ass, obviously getting off on the friction as much as Harlan was getting off on his hand. “Felt so good underneath me. Going to get you there again. Soon. Fuck you raw.”
Christ, he couldn’t wait. Reaching behind him, Harlan grabbed hold of Sawyer’s ass and pulled him in closer. He groaned when Sawyer rocked into him, loving the feel of the other man against his ass. “Not going to last long,” he warned.
“Not supposed to,” Sawyer whispered. “Come, Harlan.”
And just like the obedient slut he was, Harlan came, groaning Sawyer’s name as he decorated the wall in front of him with his spunk. His release triggered Sawyer’s, who gasped loudly and sent a warm wave of come shooting across Harlan’s lower back.
In the course of his lifetime, Harlan had been the resting spot for a few loads, but never had it been as sexy as this.
After catching their collective breaths, both men washed again before exiting the stall. While Harlan dried off, Sawyer took out his razor and shaving cream, setting everything up all nice and OCD-like around his bathroom sink. “Sure you have to go with your folks?”
Sure, and hating the idea more by the second. “Yes.” Unfortunately, he added to himself. It was one thing to be an ungrateful son, and another to let others know about it. “You can always come with.”
The laughter that came drifting from Sawyer froze Harlan mid-rub. What the fuck was so funny? Irritated, Harlan dropped his hand to the side and stared at Sawyer, waiting for the other man to shut the hell up. It took a moment, but after a few seconds of silence on his part, Sawyer stopped laughing and sought Harlan’s gaze in the mirror. “You’re serious.”
“Yes.”
Turning, he faced Harlan with a slight frown on his handsome face. “Isn’t it a little early to be meeting the folks?”
“For some,” he answered slowly, kind of surprised Sawyer was falling under that category. “I didn’t expect you to go as my lover, you know. Friend would have been fine.”
“Oh.” Sawyer’s expression didn’t waver much at that concept. “Maybe another time.”
“Right.” Harlan might not have been the brainiac Sawyer was, but he was no dummy. He knew a brush off when he heard it, all that was missing from Sawyer’s words were, “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”
Fuck, he was naïve. Harlan had really thought…hoped this was a beginning to something and not just a scratch to Sawyer’s itch. He spread his damp towel over the shower door and headed out of the room.
“Harlan.” The sigh that accompanied his name rubbed Harlan the wrong way. “Wait a sec.”
Doing the complete opposite of that, Harlan walked briskly into the bedroom, scanning the room for his pants and his pride. He felt an indiscernible need for clothing all of a sudden that had little to do with bashfulness and more to do with the need to be dressed and to leave.
“What about tonight? Let’s get together.”
Oh goodie, it wasn’t a complete brush off. Sawyer still wants to get laid. Oh joy. “Can’t. Have to work.” Forgoing his boxers, Harlan slipped into his jeans, wincing when the seam settled between his tender cheeks. Damn, he could still feel the impression of Sawyer inside him. If he wasn’t so irked with the other man, Harlan might have shared that little tidbit with him. But right now, he didn’t think Sawyer’s ego could handle it.
“Work.” Sawyer’s voice was stiff and anything but pleased. “At the club.”
“It’s the only job I have. Remember, Professor?” He made quick work of buttoning his pants as he glanced around the floor for his shirt.
“Yes. I do. How many more nights do they have you scheduled?”
“Four, counting tonight.” Spotting his shirt, Harlan picked it up and began to pull it over his head.
“Four.” Sawyer walked stiffly over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. “Maybe now would be the time to talk about risks and whatnot.”
Risks. Harlan froze in mid-pull, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply to calm his temper. Sawyer hadn’t been worried about risks when his cock had been up close and personal with Harlan’s throat.
Bastard!
Once he thought he could speak without cursing, he pulled his shirt down and faced Sawyer. If he was going to get called a whore again, he wanted Sawyer to say it to his face. “Sounds as if you’re confusing dancing with tricking again.”
With an aspirated sigh, Sawyer turned back around to face him. “That’s not what I meant, Harlan.”
“Then tell me, Professor, what did you mean?”
“I meant we need to lay some ground rules, if we’re going to…” Sawyer paused, as if searching for the right word. “Continue seeing one another.”
If. No. He. Fucking. Didn’t. “Such as?”
“I’m not one to share.”
“I think we’ve already established that.” Harlan had the cock burn in his ass to prove it.
“But,” Sawyer continued, steamrolling right over Harlan’s sarcasm, “I’ve been around enough to know sometimes things happen. People get lost in the moment. Overcome in the heat of passion. Especially in your job field.”
“You’ve dated strippers before?”
“No.”
Socks be damned, Harlan slipped his feet in his shoes and tied the laces, thankful to have something to do with his hands besides wrapping them around Sawyer’s throat. His professor was so good at so many things, the morning after, apparently, was not one of them. Once his shoes were on, he stood, feeling less exposed now he was clothed. “Then what do you know about my field?”
“I’m just saying, I know as erotic as your show can get you might be tempted to do something with a customer. All I ask is that you’re safe when you do so.”
“So in the last few days I’m there, if I so happen to get overcome with lust while doing a private dance, you’re giving me permission to bend over and take it like a man.” The mere thought had Harlan seething. Sawyer was giving him permission to fuck someone else. As if he needed it, for one. Hell, as if he wanted to. “As long as I insist they wear a condom.”
“Actually, I would prefer you not do anything of the sort. I was just letting you know I would give you a pass. For now.” Sawyer looked grim even at the prospect. “Just be safe.”
“For now.” Harlan’s gut clenched as if Sawyer had landed a blow with his fist instead of just with his words. “Okay then. I promise to be safe. Happy?”
“Thrilled.” It seemed Harlan wasn’t the only one who’d mastered the art of sarcasm.
“Good.” Harlan said as he stood. “Then I’ll call you when I get a free night. And maybe we can get together again.”
“Maybe?” Sawyer’s brows introduced themselves to his hairline. “What the hell is going on here, Harlan?”
“Nothing, Sawyer. Just as you always wanted.”
Sawyer was in a funk. All the plans he’d originally made for the day went out the window about the same time Harlan stormed out the door. So much for spending the day getting to know Harlan more intimately. So much for spending the day with Harlan period. Hell, from his former student’s parting comment, Sawyer would be lucky if he saw Harlan ever again. He knew a brush off when he heard one, and nothing stated get lost better than “I’ll call you when I get a free night.”
Free. Night. The two words meant one thing to Sawyer. Thanks to his big mouth, he’d have all his nights free from here on out. For someone who prided himself on his ability to turn a phrase, Sawyer had opened his mouth and inserted foot big time.
As much as he hated to do it, Sawyer decided he needed to strip th
e bed. He certainly didn’t need the smell of Harlan on his sheets to remind him what he’d lost. Because no matter how many ways he tried to spin it, there wasn’t any way in hell he hadn’t screwed things up.
Before he continued to dwell, he quickly and efficiently pulled the sheets from the bed. Crumpling the fabric in his hands, he brought the linens up to his nose, inhaling the unique fragrance of him and Harlan, and their lovemaking. Damn, he needed to stop torturing himself. Sniffing their dried jism wasn’t going to get Harlan back here where he belonged, but neither would storming over to his apartment and making a colossal fool of himself either.
If Sawyer knew anything about Harlan, it was that he could be as tenacious as a dog with a bone when he was pissed off. Sawyer had never been on the receiving end of his lover’s ire, but he’d seen him in a funk on more than one occasion to know what it looked like when the shit hit the fan.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he walked out of his bedroom to the entrance of his laundry room. Before opening the door, he once more brought the soiled sheets up and inhaled deeply, trying to cement the scent in his mind, before turning the doorknob and tossing them into the empty washing machine.
Before he could change his mind, he doused the sheets with liquid detergent and turned the machine on. He closed the door behind him tightly then went and put clean linens on his bed. After straightening up, he headed into the kitchen, one of the two rooms in his house that had not an ounce of Harlan memories attached to it, opened the refrigerator and stared sightlessly inside. Sawyer knew he should eat, but he wasn’t all that hungry. He was too upset to eat. No, he was too much of a pussy to.
“Can I be more pathetic?” he murmured as he closed the door behind him. This was stupid. Was he really going to spend the weekend skulking about his house? Hell no. Nor was he going to wait around hoping Harlan would call.
It wasn’t above him to make the first step, especially since he was at fault. With a new determination not to spend the night alone, Sawyer grabbed his cordless phone off the charger and dialed Harlan’s number by heart. When the phone was answered after the second ring, his spirits soared. “Hello.”
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