Eddie: Grime Doesn't Pay (The Brothers Grime Book 2)

by Z. A. Maxfield

  Andrew groaned. “I’ll be sure to do that.”

  Out of words for the moment, Eddie stared at Andrew. He laughed then, glanced around sheepishly. “So. This is…it. I’m not really that neat.”

  “Are you nervous, Eddie Vasquez?”

  “A little,” Eddie admitted.

  “Ah, God. You’re a peach, aren’t you? Come here.” Andrew stepped into Eddie’s arms, and they kissed as natural as breathing, as easy as pin tumblers caressing a key. Eddie had known it would be that way from his first glimpse of Andrew. The heat between them had been real and palpable even back then. Now Eddie wanted to kick himself for letting so much time go by before acting on it.

  He shuffled forward, and Andrew followed his steps until he was backed against the door frame.

  “Andrew.” Eddie let his fingers graze the skin of Andrew’s forearm, up and down from his elbow to his wrist. “You’re so—”

  “Shh.” Andrew didn’t let him finish. He cupped the back of Eddie’s head and pulled him down, kissing him headily, pressing his tongue into the seam of Eddie’s lips. They stayed like that, exchanging soft kisses and little puffs of steamy air until Eddie was dizzy with longing.

  Eddie buried his fingers in the unruly waves of Andrew’s windblown hair. He could have stayed like that, wrapped in Andrew’s scent, caught in the magic of body-to-body contact forever, yet at the same time he couldn’t stop himself from drawing Andrew into the steps of their very first dance.

  Eddie hummed a few notes as he drew Andrew flush against his body.

  “Whoa.” Andrew’s body stiffened, unyielding. “Did I mention I’m kind of a klutz?”

  “Yeah.” Eddie pressed his hand into the small of Andrew’s back to let him feel their line. Their oneness. He caught Andrew’s other hand and pressed it into his chest. “But we’re just going to move together, see?”

  Eddie telegraphed the move with a nudge of his hand, and then he took a step backward. For a second, Andrew hesitated. He seemed determined to start off on the wrong foot and flushed deeply when he glanced up at Eddie.

  “I’m really no good at this.”

  “Other foot. Feel me lean. Don’t think. Just move with me.” Eddie took another step back, and this time Andrew went with him. “Then it’s side, together.”

  “Okay,” Andrew murmured uncertainly.

  Eddie exaggerated the motion so his intentions were clear. “Now forward, side, together. That’s right. Back. Then side, together. Forward. Then side, together.”

  Eddie’s box step was minuscule there in the tiny living room. He moved only half a foot in any one direction. They swayed, bodies close, and when he changed the pace slightly, when he rotated the box a little, Andrew followed, still gazing up at him like he was the only person in the world.

  “See?” Eddie whispered as he altered course, turning the other way. His cock was rock hard, and he was so near Andrew he could feel the answering throb in Andrew’s. “Easy. Just listen to your body and stay with me.”

  “Ah. Cha-Cha. I get it.” Eddie tilted his head and kissed Andrew through the next few steps. When they broke apart, Andrew murmured, “You dance.”

  “Technically, this is simply the box step.”

  “You’re the best dance teacher ever.”

  “That’s because I’m stupid for you,” Eddie murmured. “But you know that by now, don’t you?”

  “Little bit.” Andrew’s lips tickled Eddie’s cheek. “I want to fuck you, Eddie.”

  Wait.

  Eddie searched Andrew’s expressive face. “You want to—”

  “I want to fuck you.” Andrew gripped Eddie’s upper arms, flexing his fingers, kneading the muscles he encountered. “You’re so strong. I want to lay you out on the bed beneath me and—”

  “You want to—”

  “You’re beautiful. I’ve wanted you forever.” Andrew’s expression was charming and a little bit feral. “Whatcha think?”

  “Uh…” Eddie’s first thought featured Gulliver being explored by Lilliputians. Not that Andrew was in any way Lilliputian, but by comparison Eddie felt made out of rough-hewn rocks. He held his arms out, letting Andrew’s light fingers flutter over his chest and torso, letting Andrew slide his hands around behind to squeeze Eddie’s glutes.

  “God, you’re perfect.” Andrew held Eddie’s hands while he looked him over. “I’ve been watching you all year. You’d think a guy like you wouldn’t be able to move with grace, but you’re fluid and sexy.”

  “Hey.” Eddie brushed a kiss over Andrew’s lips. “I watch you all the time too, and you’d think a guy with your kind of moves could dance.”

  Andrew laughed at that. “Maybe I’m proof God has a sense of humor.”

  “From where I’m standing, you’re proof Somebody Up There likes me a whole lot.”

  “Such a sweet man.” Andrew thumbed Eddie’s kiss-swollen lower lip. The tingling heat of his caress went straight to Eddie’s dick.

  “You want fuck me?” Eddie whispered. “Really?”

  “Is that so surprising?” Andrew’s clear gaze sent a powerful shock wave of desire through Eddie’s body. Was this a challenge? Or a test? “I want to push you over and fuck you so deep you taste my spunk in your mouth.”

  “Wow. Okay.” Eddie’s jaw dropped over a deep, needy sigh. “That’s a little different.” Eddie shifted his focus to the ceiling. “Guys usually look at me and see an alpha.”

  “Really?” Andrew’s surprise wasn’t too insulting.

  “Are you joking?” Eddie asked.

  “So fucking you is off the table?”

  “Oh no. It’s on the table.” The idea of Andrew fucking him made Eddie’s breath leave his lungs in a long, shuddering squeeze of pure lust. “It’s so on the table I’ll clear off the salt and pepper shakers and the hot sauce, and bend right the hell over the table, ’cause—”

  “Oh God.” Andrew’s hands covered his laughter before Eddie had time to stop him. “Don’t make me laugh. I’m trying to be serious here. I’m asking because I need to find out where your boundaries are.”

  “With you?” Eddie picked Andrew up and pushed him into the wall, forcing him to wrap his arms around Eddie’s shoulders and hang on. “There’s very little I wouldn’t do to please you, Andrew. Very little you could do that wouldn’t please me.”

  Andrew’s expression softened as he cupped Eddie’s face between his hands. “Put me down, Eddie.”

  Andrew’s simply worded command slipped down Eddie’s spine, dragging a cool shiver of something vaguely thrilling with it. Eddie let Andrew’s body slide down until his feet hit the floor. Everywhere they rubbed together lit Eddie’s skin on fire, making him feel hot and raw all over.

  “C’mere.” Andrew led Eddie to his living room, where he pushed him into the recliner.

  “Did I do something wrong?” Eddie asked.

  Andrew stood over him, his hands resting casually on his hips. “Don’t pick me up without my permission.”

  “I’m sorry.” Eddie hoped he hadn’t ruined things. Uncertainty made his heart contract with dismay. “I didn’t think.”

  Andrew stroked Eddie’s hair back off his face, his touch tender and slow, as if he had all the time in the world. “No worries. We’re learning each other, yeah? I want to make you feel good, Eddie Vasquez. I want to do all the things you like best.”

  Eddie understood. “What do you like?”

  “I like kissing you.” Andrew straddled Eddie’s lap. The leather cushions beneath them sank with a soft hiss. Andrew’s mouth covered Eddie’s again briefly, just to tease him. To beguile him.

  Andrew held Eddie immobile until Eddie pushed against his grip. Eddie’s size was no advantage. The difference in their heights disappeared when they were seated like that. Andrew broke their kiss and grinned as if he knew what was going through Eddie’s mind. His lifted eyebrow dared Eddie to escape. Their minor battle of wills ended when it became clear that to break Andrew’s hold, Eddie might have to hurt him.<
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  Understanding passed between them. Andrew loved taking charge, and Eddie was willing to give him anything he wanted. Even more astounding was Eddie’s answering need. He welcomed submission. That news came not so much as a surprise but an epiphany.

  After that it took Eddie exactly no time at all to surrender the control Andrew asked for. Andrew pushed Eddie back against the cushions, grinding his cock into Eddie’s belly while he plundered Eddie’s mouth. Andrew overwhelmed Eddie with soft kisses and arousing touches from what seemed like…fourteen hands. Before Eddie knew it, he was half-naked with Andrew herding him down the hall to his bedroom.

  Andrew didn’t bark orders or exert any painful pressure. He laughed and nipped and tickled and pushed ever so gently. He directed until it seemed like it was almost Eddie’s entirely original idea to lie on his back while a fully dressed Andrew pulled his trousers and shorts down off his legs.

  When Eddie was finally naked, Andrew crawled over him, his clothing crackling across Eddie’s skin like sparks on kindling.

  Andrew seduced Eddie. Andrew overwhelmed him. Eddie opened his heart and his body, and in return Andrew filled him with a heady rush of sensation he’d never experienced before.

  Andrew treated Eddie like a mighty fine specimen of manhood at times, and at others… Oh, at others, Eddie felt like a god, especially when Andrew leaned over to worship him with his tongue.

  “Hey…” Eddie made a slight protest when Andrew crouched between his legs, shouldering his thighs, nudging his face—his lips and tongue and nose—into Eddie’s most private places. “Oh… Hey, I—”

  “Shh.” Andrew commanded, and Eddie obeyed.

  The intimacy of the act, and the sheer goddamned inequality of Andrew’s fully clothed state compared to Eddie’s stripped bare, pulled apart, and fully exposed position ping-ponged Eddie between the exquisite polar opposites of lusty abandon and shame.

  And yet…

  How hot. How absurdly crazy, sick hot was it for Eddie to lie there like a beast, like Andrew’s beast, ready to serve him. Ready to surrender himself, to take Andrew’s cock—to take anything Andrew wanted to give him.

  Eddie nearly choked on his indrawn breath.

  Andrew studied Eddie’s face. “You okay?”

  Eddie growled low in reply, “Yes.”

  “God, you’re a beautiful bastard. And you’re all mine tonight, aren’t you?”

  Eddie flexed and preened and watched as Andrew’s breath seemed to stutter. If Andrew had a size kink, then Eddie knew exactly how to be his fantasy man.

  Eddie tried an “Mmm,” accompanied by a lift of his hips that brought his balls right up against Andrew’s cheek. “All yours.”

  Andrew’s eyes shuttered closed, and he turned to take Eddie’s ball sac into his mouth. He didn’t have an ounce of shy in him; he just dived right in, licking and sucking…teasing Eddie’s balls with his tongue.

  Andrew drove Eddie crazy with sensuous licks up his tight, throbbing shaft. He shifted and pulled Eddie’s legs up with him, brushing cool hands over the quivering bulk of Eddie’s quads while he dived down, enveloping Eddie’s cock with the moist heat of his mouth, pulling him deep into the tightening muscles of his throat.

  “Ah God.” Eddie tensed as one of Andrew’s hands slipped behind his balls to thumb the hidden skin there. Light strokes and bold deliberate pressure sent waves of pleasure up Eddie’s spine.

  Eddie’s dick was awash with saliva and his own slick juices. Andrew’s tongue teased him. Andrew’s mouth tightened and contracted around him. Eddie made an inarticulate plea for harder and deeper and God…just more. He moaned in bitter disappointment when Andrew stopped what he was doing to undo the buttons on his shirt. Eddie caught Andrew’s hands to stop him, oddly reluctant to let go of the fantasy of man and beast, of the scientist and the experiment. With a sly wink, Andrew kept his clothes on.

  “You want me to stay dressed?” Andrew asked shrewdly. His eyebrows lifted in question. “You want me to fuck you with my clothes on?”

  “Mmm,” Eddie grunted in reply, hoping to God he hadn’t seriously miscalculated.

  Even though he’d never considered role-play before, there was an image clear in Eddie’s mind. It was oh so hot imagining Andrew in the role of a sensuous Dr. Frankenstein to Eddie’s stitched-together monster.

  Of course, Frankenstein’s monster would have carried his doctor off over his shoulder, but the newly submissive Eddie would be expected to lie docile and mildly curious while Professor Andrew inspected him.

  While Professor Andrew studied him inside and out.

  The idea had merit.

  Eddie groaned again as a fresh wave of desire flooded his senses.

  “Hm.” Andrew regarded Eddie while he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and laid it on the bed. With slow, maddening precision, Andrew unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. His long, slender cock bobbed free. It was beautiful—an alabaster sculpture of a dick, fully erect, pale except for a blushing violet head and a tracery of fine blue veins along its ivory length.

  That cock was so sweet Eddie’s mouth watered. He couldn’t take his eyes off Andrew’s dick, not even while Andrew removed and opened a pillow pack of lube to slick Eddie’s opening, not even while Andrew covered his cock with a condom and gave a nudge to Eddie’s hole to prepare him.

  Eddie’s gaze lifted from that sweet cock to Andrew’s eyes, and what he found there—such tenderness and longing—he wanted to drown in.

  Andrew was practiced. He was gentle and precise. He lined his cock up and rocked forward slowly, carefully cradling Eddie’s legs in the bends of his elbows. He gave Eddie time to get used to the intrusion.

  “Okay?” Andrew asked softly. “Is this okay? Because I’ll wait until you’re ready, but I’m dying to come at you hard, Eddie. I’m dying to drive into all that muscled heat and tightness, and knock you right over the edge.”

  Eddie couldn’t form the words, so he nodded. All his muscles pulled taut while his body fought off Andrew’s invasion. But God, how he wanted what Andrew offered. He needed it. He ground his teeth in frustration. Andrew was thoughtful. He was thorough and deliberate, while all Eddie wanted was to be devoured like a piece of ripe fruit.

  Something of Eddie’s desperation must have been clear on his face, because Andrew gripped his hips firmly to lift him and plunged his cock the rest of the way in. Pain speared into Eddie, but it was a bright, searing burn, then over quickly, supplanted by fullness and perfect, spine-tingling pleasure.

  Andrew half sighed, half grunted when his balls hit Eddie’s ass. “God, you feel perfect. Can I move?”

  “Go, go,” Eddie urged as Andrew drew nearly his whole length back and surged inside Eddie again. The pleasure blew Eddie’s composure to bits. Long strokes, short strokes. Soft and sharp. Twists and turns. Eddie lifted his hips and arched his back and took everything Andrew had to give him even as his whimpers and flexing fingers begged for more.

  Andrew pushed Eddie’s legs nearly to his chest, immobilizing him, holding him so open, so widely exposed he felt all his muscles weaken with each thrust. Each wave possessed him. Each upsurge carried him higher until he was soaring on a crest of pure sensation. Each thrust, each brush against his sweet spot pulled him from his body to scatter him among the stars.

  “Ah, Eddie.” Andrew bucked wildly as Eddie lost himself to the first tingles of climax. Nothing could stop the rush of pleasure building. Eddie felt swallowed whole. He was flying, falling, drowning in pure sensation.

  “Andrew,” Eddie nearly sobbed with relief. “God, Andrew.”

  “Shh. You’re like tight velvet. Hold me. Hold me…”

  “Yes,” Eddie cried out as Andrew took his hips in a crushing grip. Spunk shot from Eddie’s cock in electrifying bursts. It ribboned over his belly and chest. It spattered his face and dotted the headboard behind him before he felt the last dying trickles of jiz pool on his stomach.

  “Christ, Eddie. You’re sweet.” Andrew ground in
to Eddie, sliding into release while Eddie pulsed beneath him. Passion made his voice harsh. “So…goddamned…sweet.”

  Andrew’s face contorted with pleasure when he came. He looked fierce. Primal. Almost angelic. Eddie stroked his cheek with gentle fingers while he got his breath back and his heart stopped thundering.

  Eddie winced when Andrew pulled out—it had been a long time since he’d done anything exactly that…athletic with his ass. He huffed an embarrassed laugh when Andrew rolled off to lie staring up at the ceiling.

  Eddie felt boneless and breathless. Exhausted. Andrew gave a chuckle of his own.

  Eddie wasn’t ready to turn and look at him yet. “There’s a trash can on the side of the bed there.”

  After Andrew got rid of the condom, he reached for Eddie’s hand.

  “Somebody’s a little kinky,” Andrew singsonged.

  “Oh yeah?” Eddie’s cheeks heated. “Would that be you or me?”

  “Can I get rid of my clothes now?” Andrew teased. “Or do you want me to dress up in something else?”

  “Shit. That was so fucking hot.” Eddie blinked away his fucked-out lassitude. “You want to stay?”

  “I can stay, if you’d like.” Andrew shifted his hips over until they were touching again, and just that small bit of contact between them made Eddie happier than he’d have believed. “I don’t want to overstay.”

  “There’s no danger of that.” Eddie rolled over and slung his arm around Andrew’s waist, drawing him close. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  “No?”

  “Not nearly.” Eddie’s voice was barely a whisper. A sigh between them. Eddie felt Andrew’s breath on his skin, and his cock started to fill again.

  “Good to know.” Andrew’s lashes swept down, hiding that sparkle of mischief in his eyes. He lifted his face for another kiss and then rose from the bed. “In that case, I’m going to make myself at home.”

  “By all means.” Eddie watched with growing appreciation as Andrew took off his clothes and laid them over a chair before heading to the bathroom. “I have to warn you. I promised Mrs. Henderson’s lawyer I’d meet him at her house tomorrow at ten.”