Blue Collar

by Sean Michael

  "I'm so glad." He had a few more bites of his own. "How long have you been working at the garage?"

  "Over a year. I was in the army for one tour before that."

  "Thank you for your service." No wonder it was drilled into Ken not to let anyone know he was gay, to keep it tamped down hard.

  "Thank you." He got a shy smile. "That's nice to hear."

  "I mean it." He gave returned Ken's smile.

  "What do you do for a living?" Ken asked.

  "An investment manager."

  "Oh." That was an utterly blank look.

  He chuckled. "Yeah, it is that boring, really. But it keeps me in Mustangs."

  "It's a cherry car."

  "I know." He grinned. "You'll have to take her for a spin when she's fixed."

  "Oh, man. That would totally rock." Kendall sounded eager, young, excited. That was a great look on Ken. It made Barton want to lean in and kiss that mouth.

  He did it, licking a bit of sauce off Kendall's bottom lip, and Ken jerked, leaned back. "You can't do that. There's a window."

  "We're on the third floor, with huge trees. No one is going to see."

  "Still. Neighbors."

  "I jacked off right here--I promise you, Ken. It's safe." Jesus, he couldn't imagine being so terrified of someone--anyone--finding out.

  "God, this is the best chicken ever."

  He had to chuckle. He couldn't help it--such an obvious change of subject. "It is good."

  "Uh-huh." The little looks, the pink cheeks--they were addictive.

  "Have you tried the alfredo yet?" He rolled some up on the fork and brought it up to Ken's lips.

  Kendall gasped, lips parting and Barton slipped the bite right in.

  Ken chewed, swallowed. "That's rich."

  Reaching out, Barton slid his finger along a bit of sauce on the corner of Ken's mouth. Then he put his finger in his mouth and sucked on it. That was a moan. That was absolutely a moan. He had Ken's full attention and much as Ken wanted to, he couldn't hide his interest.

  Barton let his finger slide from his mouth with a pop.

  "You like it?"

  "Do I like what?" Because he liked everything he had right here, the food, the man, being able to clean that little bit of sauce from Ken's lips...

  "The sauce."

  "Among other things, yes."

  "You make me a little dizzy. Maybe it's the wine."

  "I like to think it's me." He didn't want to blame it on anything other than his appeal and their mutual attraction.

  That might have been a nod from Ken. Maybe.

  Grinning, feeling good, he stole a bite of Kendall's chicken parmigiana. God, it really was good.

  "It's great, huh? I've never tasted anything so good."

  "You'll have to let me take you to the Purple Spot one day." He wanted to introduce Ken to more good food. Non deep-fried food.

  "The Purple Spot? What kind of food do they have?"

  "Upscale French. It's a little hoity-toity, but the food is the best I've ever had."

  "Oh." Kendall nodded, but looked away.

  "Finish your supper, baby. The tiramisu is as good as the rest and I want to feed you."

  "Tiramisu?" Ken asked.

  "You've never had tiramisu?"

  Ken laughed for him. "I've never heard of tiramisu."

  "It's the best Italian dessert."

  "I like Italian cream cake." The words were offered over, quietly.

  "This is similar. With coffee."

  "Oh? I like coffee."

  "Then you're sure to like the tiramisu." And he was going to love feeding it to Ken.

  Kendall finished his food and, surprisingly, his wine, eyes searching everywhere. This was his place, though, so everywhere Ken looked, the man was seeing him.

  Finally those eyes came to rest on him. "I don't know what to say that doesn't sound stupid."

  "Don't worry about trying to impress me--you will just by being you."

  He got a patently disbelieving look.

  He reached out, touched Ken's cheek. "You're hot, you served, you have a job you've stuck with that takes a specialized skill. You're not a phony." He saw a lot of those. A lot of people thought they had to be a certain way when they had money.

  Ken ducked his head, but the smile was tickled, pleased. "I'm a pretty good mechanic. I'll say that."

  "The rest is true, too."

  "Do you? I mean, do you live here alone?"

  "I do--I'm single."

  "Me too. I...I don't have a lot to offer a girl."

  No. No, Barton didn't imagine so.

  "But you have a lot to offer a man like me."

  He could see how his words affected Ken, that muscled belly rippling again.

  Smiling, he put his plate aside and opened the box with the desserts. "If you're done, I want to feed you."

  "You want to what?"

  "I want to feed you this dessert that you're going to love."

  "O...okay..."

  Barton took Ken's nearly clean plate from his fingers and put it aside, picked up a clean fork and filled it with a bite of the tiramisu which he held up to Ken's mouth. He held Ken's gaze, keeping the feeding intimate. Kendall was shivering, breathing hard as his lips opened.

  "You're doing great, baby." He slipped the fork into Kendall's mouth.

  Kendall moaned softly, the sound utterly overwhelmed. Leaning in, he licked at Ken's lips, looking for the flavor of the man beneath the sweet and coffee of the dessert. A warm hand pressed against his chest, but didn't push him away. He took it as a sign and deepened the kiss.

  The sweet tasted amazing on Ken's sweet lips. He dragged his free hand along Ken's neck. Ken swallowed convulsively, Adam's apple bobbing. Groaning, he dragged his teeth along Ken's lower lip.

  "I..." Kendall wriggled, eyelids going heavy.

  "Shh." Barton murmured the sound against Ken's lips, then pressed in close again, taking another kiss.

  This time Ken kissed him back, gentle, clumsy, but somehow perfect. It made him moan and cup Ken's cheeks. Their tongues explored each other, slowly, carefully.

  He was the first man to kiss Kendall--he wanted to make sure this was good, that Ken never forgot it.

  Kendall felt like heaven against him, and the yielding was even better than the fight. Barton pushed the plates out of the way and pulled Ken closer.

  "Your dessert." The words were spoken into their kiss.

  "It's got nothing on you."

  Kendall's moan was sweeter than honey.

  He put his finger through the creamy layer of one of the tiramisus and spread the sweet over Ken's lips. Then he cleaned it off with his own tongue.

  "I... Oh, God. I'm in so much trouble."

  "The best kind of trouble, baby."

  Ken's laugh was worried, but husky, wanton.

  "Come to my bed," Barton begged.

  "I..."

  Barton reached out, cupped that pretty, trapped cock. "Come on."

  Nodding, Kendall whimpered like something inside him was broken.

  Barton grabbed Ken's hands and tugged him, guiding Ken to his big bed. He would deal with the repercussions tomorrow.

  Standing there, he pulled Ken's T-shirt out of his jeans, let his fingers touch that warm skin. He didn't give Ken time to fuss, to argue, he just touched. His fingers dragged along Ken's sides as he pulled the T-shirt up, reaching Ken's nipples about the time the shirt got trapped.

  "Pretty belly." He licked his lips. "I could eat you alive." He encouraged Ken's arms up, got the T-shirt right off. "Pretty everything." Such beautiful fucking muscles. He did love a working man.

  He ran his thumbs across Ken's nipples.

  Kendall stepped back, hands over his nips. "I... What are you doing?"

  "I'm making you feel good." He put a hand behind Ken's head and tugged him in for another kiss.

  He had to wonder, was Ken unaware of nipple play? Were they sensitive? Had Ken never touched them, tried them out?

  He tea
sed the right one again.

  "Don't. Don't, huh?" Ken tried to pull away.

  "Why not?"

  "They get sore."

  Oh, very sensitive. He liked that Ken knew that.

  "I'll be gentle," Barton promised.

  "Guys don't..."

  "We sure as hell do." Bending, Barton took the left one between his lips, sucking on it.

  "Barton!" Kendall stumbled back, landed with a thud on the bed.

  He went in for a kiss, pushing Kendall's shoulders so he had to lie back. Kendall arched, belly rippling, cock hard. Cupping Ken's package, Barton kept kissing. He rubbed hard, fingers working that needy prick. When he had Ken shifting and moaning beneath him, he started working to open Ken's jeans. Sweet little hard body. Barton wanted to worship ever inch.

  He broke off kissing, both he and Kendall panting hard. Kendall's eyes were wide, wild, hungry. It was a good look.

  Grabbing hold of the waistband of Kendall's unzipped jeans, he tugged them down. He admired the heavy muscles, the pretty gold mass of curls over Ken's cock. Unable to resist, he bent and licked the tip of that pretty cock.

  "Oh, God." Ken's words were all air and barely any sound.

  Thick and fat, cut and needy--that prick was a thing of beauty. One little taste was not enough of it either. Glancing up at Kendall's face, he took in the look of shocked pleasure, then focused back on the sexy cock, pulling it right in. Kendall was fat enough to spread his lips, and the head was salty with cream. It made him moan, his tongue swiping across the tip again and again.

  "I...I... Oh, God. I'll..."

  Yeah, that was kind of the idea. Barton sucked a little harder.

  Kendall began jerking, moaning low, pushing toward his lips. He bobbed his head, taking more in, then releasing most of it before pulling it in again. Kendall was wild against him, jerking and rocking, begging for him. He increased his suction, happy to give this to Kendall, let him have it for the first time.

  It wasn't long before the low cries were warnings, Kendall right there. That was his cue to take Kendall in as deep as he could and swallow around the fat head. Spunk poured into his throat and mouth, filling him. He swallowed it down, the flavor sharp and concentrated--full on Kendall.

  Cupping those tight globes, he squeezed and groaned as that earned him another spurt of come.

  He swallowed again, then pulled off slowly, lapping Ken's prick clean as he went. Kendall was staring at him, lips parting, throat working furiously.

  Grinning, he kissed the tip of Ken's cock. "You see what you've been missing?"

  "I can't believe you just did that."

  "Why not? You're clean, you taste good and you've got an amazing prick."

  Kendall simply stared at him, eyes huge.

  Barton slid his hand along Kendall's thigh, heading for the man's balls as he stared back. Was Ken going to bolt on him, or was the pleasure too much of a draw.

  "Wh...what? What happens now?" Ken asked, not bolting.

  "Would you like to return the favor?" He might as well go for broke.

  "You mean..."

  "I mean do you want to suck me?"

  Kendall stared at him, just still and silent, and then he got a single nod.

  Oh fuck him raw. He stood and began stripping, holding Ken's gaze and moving slowly, not wanting to do anything to freak Ken out. Kendall watched him, licking his lips convulsively. He shrugged out of his shirt and began undoing his pants. The top button first, then the zipper--carefully because he was hard.

  "Is it weird?" Ken asked. "To think you smell good?"

  "Not at all--I think you smell good."

  Kendall turned toward him, and their bodies touched, electric. Barton groaned, pressed closer.

  "I don't know how to," Ken admitted. "You'll have to tell me."

  Honestly, this was the best day ever. "I can do that, baby. First, you kiss me."

  "No one's ever called me baby before." Kendall leaned in, brushed their lips together.

  "Good, that means I'm the first." He liked being Kendall's first. And he wanted another kiss.

  Kendall's lips brushed against his, the caress feather-light.

  "Mmm. That's nice."

  "I... Thank you?" Kendall was flushed, cheeks dark.

  He kissed Kendall this time. "You're welcome."

  Kendall grabbed his shoulders, kissing him again with a sudden ferocity, tongue pushing in to taste him. It made him moan and he held Ken's head right there, encouraging the tongue-fucking to go deeper. Kendall groaned and it was like a dam had broken, passion released.

  Pulling Ken close, he opened his mouth and invited Ken in. One hand wrapped around the back of his head, holding him close. God, yes. The evidence of Ken's need was delicious.

  He groaned, sucking Kendall's tongue, rocking them together and ramping Kendall up again. He ran one hand down and cupped Kendall's ass. The tight little butt clenched, pushed back into his touch. He loved how eager Kendall could be, now that he'd given himself over to the pleasure. Moaning, he rubbed against Ken, his prick dragging on the washboard stomach.

  "Hot."

  He wasn't sure if Kendall meant that Ken himself was hot or that Barton was. Either way worked.

  "Yeah." He rubbed again. "If you still want to return the favor, you can kiss your way down my body."

  Ken paled, but nodded, kissing his collarbones, the center of his chest. He stroked Ken's head, the short hair tickling his palms as he murmured words of encouragement.

  "Don't choke me." The words were soft, but firm. Sure.

  "I'm not going to choke you, baby." He wanted this to be a good experience for Ken.

  "Okay. I'm trusting you." God, poor kid.

  He kept stroking Ken's head, gentling him as his cock jerked, trying to get Kendall's attention. When Ken's chin bumped him, it set him on fire. Groaning, he curled the fingers of one hand into a fist and held still.

  Soft, tiny flicks of a wet tongue covered his cockhead, the tiny touches driving him insane. They drew sounds from him, little notes that got stuck in his throat. He'd never been so well-explored, so curiously tasted. It was intoxicating, addictive, and he didn't want it to end.

  Kendall's fingers touched his shaft, the base of his cock. Moaning, Barton swallowed hard as his muscles tightened.

  "Is this okay?" Ken asked.

  "God, yes."

  "Good." Another set of licks and laps covered his cock.

  "Don't stop."

  Kendall answered him with a soft sigh.

  He grinned. "Do I taste good?" He didn't get an answer, just a lick and a lap. He'd take it. "More."

  Another lick, a soft kiss--Christ, he was going out of his mind. His prick was leaking like crazy, but he was never going to get there on these soft touches. He was going to turn into a jabbering idiot, his brains leaking out of his ears.

  "Your mouth. Please." His voice was hoarse with his need.

  "Mmm." He loved how Kendall's moan felt around his cock.

  And he loved the tentative way Kendall took him in, so careful. "I won't break."

  He got a snort, a grin that felt so good. Oh yes, if Ken associated this with feeling good and fun, it would go a long way to making it easier to happen again.

  He stroked Ken's head, breathing in deeply, trying to keep control. The suction grew stronger, more and more steady.

  He approved. "Oh, fuck. Yes, like that."

  Ken's gaze flashed up, saw him, then the man went back to sucking.

  He concentrated on not pushing into Ken's mouth, letting Ken have entire control this first time. Every bit of praise he gave was responded to. So he kept giving it, eager for more, the pleasure building.

  Kendall took him in deeper, swallowing around the tip of his cock.

  "Fuck!" He was about to lose it.

  Kendall's lips popped right off his cock. "Did I hurt you?"

  "No. Oh God, no, just the opposite."

  "Oh. Oh, okay. Sorry."

  "You remember what it felt like wh
en I sucked you?"

  "Uh-huh. I'll always remember."

  "Feels that way for me, too. Don't stop, yeah? Please."

  "Don't stop." Ken nodded and sucked him back in, a look of concentration on his face. Oh damn, that was the sexiest thing ever.

  Barton kept watching, letting himself be swept away by sensation and by the knowledge this was Ken's first time. The suction was deep and hard, pulling in his balls. He nodded, his hips jerking the tiniest bit. Then he was coming, a low moan tearing through his throat as his balls emptied.

  Kendall backed off, choking a little. Stroking Ken's head, he tried to ease the panic.

  "Easy. Easy, just breathe. You did perfect." He poured on the praise, even as he encouraged Kendall back up so he could take a kiss.

  Kendall's mouth tasted like him, like heaven. Groaning, he deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue in. He wrapped a hand around Kendall's head, keeping them together. Their bodies pressed together, skin on skin all the way down. He could get used to this--he wanted to.

  Ken's hips moved in a steady rhythm, rubbing again. Sweet, needy virgin. He wrapped a hand around Ken's hip, tugging him in. A soft groan pushed into the kiss, Kendall moving faster. He fucked Kendall's mouth with his tongue, matching the rhythm of Kendall's hips.

  Those pretty eyes were dark, hungry, needy. Tugging on Kendall's hip, he encouraged Ken to move even faster.

  "Oh." Kendall's eyes closed, lips swollen and parted and wet.

  "I'm going to watch your face as you come," he promised.

  "I...I can't, again."

  Right. The man was hard and sawing against him like crazy. "Uh-huh."

  Kendall closed his eyes, lips parted and needy. He licked at Kendall's lips, his hand tightening on Kendall's hip, tugging him in harder. He was going to make Kendall come so hard, make Kendall show him everything.

  He bit at Ken's lower lip. Those dark eyes flew open, stared at him. Smiling, he ran his thumb along the side of Ken's prick.

  "You bit me."

  "I did. Was it hot?" It had been hot from his end.

  "A little surprising."

  "Surprising can be hot." He wrapped his fingers around Ken's prick, began pulling.

  Kendall's lips parted, tongue flicking out to wet them. Grabbing Ken's tongue between his lips, he began sucking as he jacked. Someone was going to have aching balls in the morning. It would so be worth it, though. Aching balls and a blown mind.