Two Man Advantage

by Samantha Wayland

  “You taste good,” Garrick murmured, licking a slow line up the corded muscles of Rhian’s neck.

  “So do you.”

  Garrick caught Rhian as he attempted to slither to his knees at Garrick’s feet.

  Temptation tore at him. “No.” He held onto Rhian with two hands, and his willpower by a string. “I have plans for you and I don’t want to do anything that might—” He stopped, sucked in a breath, and crushed his aching erection against Rhian’s belly. “I won’t risk ruining your voice. I want to hear you shout my name when you come with me inside you.”

  Rhian inhaled sharply and goosebumps popped along the strong column of his neck. His hips rocked forward and Garrick almost staggered back from the force of his need. Anticipation had Garrick cranked so tight, he wanted to throw back his head and howl from it. He fought not to rush, to drag Rhian down on the floor in his kitchen and do everything and anything right then.

  He wouldn’t. It felt urgent. Necessary, even. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t take his sweet-ass time getting Rhian ready. Or maybe that was Rhian’s sweet-ass time?

  Rhian bucked again, forcing Garrick to grasp the edge of the counter to meet his thrust. His thigh slid between Rhian’s, pressing home. Rhian moaned and rocked again, jamming his cock against Garrick’s quad.

  The friction was sweet. Unstoppable. They were humping each other, fully clothed, like a couple of teenagers, but it didn’t matter. He captured Rhian’s mouth and shuddered when Rhian returned his kiss with fervent licks and desperate sounds. Hips tilted, legs shifted, their bodies searching for the right angle and pressure.

  Garrick clutched at the counter and gasped when his fingers sank into the block of butter.

  Inspiration struck.

  He grappled one-handed with the button of Rhian’s jeans, struggling to wrench the clasp open. Rhian groaned into his mouth.

  Garrick tore their lips apart, panting. “Help me.”

  Only then did Rhian move his hands from the countertop where Garrick had planted them. A bolt of awareness almost leveled Garrick.

  Rhian’s hands shook as he unbuttoned his jeans and eased the zipper past his straining erection. The moment his fly was down, he shoved his jeans to his thighs and his cock sprang free.

  In spite of the rush of blood in his ears and the thud of need in his balls, Garrick was lucid enough to wonder if the no-underwear thing would ever get less hot.

  Nope.

  He touched his forehead to Rhian’s and stared down at the fierce plum-shaped crown pressed between their bellies. God, he was going to miss this, miss Rhian.

  The idea made him a little frantic.

  He nudged his hips forward. Rhian understood. He shoved Garrick’s shirt and apron high on his chest, worked open his button fly with few rough jerks, and shoved Garrick’s jeans and briefs down to his knees.

  Garrick growled, his head spinning when hot skin pressed against his, their cocks aligned from stem to tip. The grind of their hips and the heaving of their chests created a delicious, if awkward, friction.

  He had just the thing to ease their way.

  Dragging his hand from the counter, he slipped it between their bodies and wrapped his fingers around both of their cocks. He slicked up to the heads, rubbing the smooth cream into silky skin.

  Rhian gasped. “Jesus, Garrick. What is that?”

  He smiled. “Butter.”

  Rhian’s mouth dropped open as Garrick ran his slippery fingers down the length of their shafts. Rhian actually gurgled. Garrick laughed while he dredged the fingers of his other hand through the butter.

  Forming a slick tunnel with both his hands, Garrick set a furious pace, leaping into overdrive to match the knock of his heart and the stutter of Rhian’s hips. His eyes wanted to roll back into his head, but he held on. He refused to relinquish the pleasure of watching Rhian’s face.

  No hesitation. No fear. No questions. Just ecstasy. Fierce concentration A little smile hovering on his lips. He’d returned his hands to the countertop, palms flat, fingers wide where Garrick had put them.

  “Keep them there,” Garrick growled.

  Rhian’s eyes flashed up to meet his and he groaned, long and low. His cock swelled further. Garrick pumped his hands faster. The heat building between them melted the butter, turning it to a slick, clinging liquid that slid down their shafts. He smoothed one hand lower, skimming his fingers over their balls and along Rhian’s perineum.

  “God,” Rhian gasped. “That’s so…”

  “Obscene?”

  “Yes,” he hissed. It didn’t sound like a bad thing.

  Garrick pressed his finger harder, higher, and Rhian lifted onto his toes. With every downward stroke along their shafts, some sound tore from Rhian. A plea. A moan. Affirmations. Garrick’s name.

  The sweet music filled Garrick’s ears and he drove them faster, his heart expanding as every other muscle in his body constricted, preparing for the climax that hovered just out of reach. His gaze met Rhian’s wide and impossibly blue eyes.

  Rhian’s cock swelled. The heat of his climax filled Garrick’s hand before it registered on Rhian’s face.

  Powerful. Beautiful.

  As if Rhian had let go of the counter and grabbed Garrick with two hands, he yanked Garrick right over the edge with him.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Rhian took a bite from a cookie and smiled at Garrick. “I have to admit, the warm cookie thing is great.”

  “Damn right it is,” Garrick grumbled.

  Rhian smiled, not worried that Garrick was truly hurt that Rhian had teased him earlier.

  They’d sat down to dinner an hour ago, having discarded their shirts and Garrick’s apron after their adventure with the butter. Neither had been in any hurry to dispel the lax-muscled euphoria brought on by mind-scrambling orgasms.

  Rhian still wasn’t. He took his time, admiring Garrick’s bare chest. Again.

  The damn man had only done up three buttons on his jeans. Rhian savored the low hum of arousal that had buzzed beneath his skin throughout their meal. What wasn’t to like about his unfettered view of Garrick’s wide pecs, cinnamon brown nipples, and the tight twist of his belly button?

  If the warmth in Garrick’s eyes was any indication, the appreciation was mutual. Rhian shifted in his chair, shamelessly flexing his abs.

  Garrick leaped from his seat and popped his last cookie into his mouth. He insisted he didn’t need help as he made efficient work of clearing the table. Rhian lingered over what remained of his dessert and watched Garrick move around the kitchen.

  The moment Rhian took his final bite of cookie, his plate was whisked away and deposited in the dishwasher.

  “You in a hurry?” Rhian asked with a slow smile.

  Garrick tugged him up out of his chair.

  Rhian’s heart rate doubled.

  Rather than answer the question, Garrick kissed him thoroughly. Or maybe that was the answer.

  The kiss was slow, their tongues easing from one mouth to the other. Their heads angled and re-angled to change the depth and direction of the kiss. Garrick’s hands slid to Rhian’s ass and pulled him close.

  Rhian could stand there and make out with Garrick all night. This was another in the long list of new experiences he was racking up. All his previous lovers had gone into it with the goal of finding release—the same goal he’d had. These long, lingering kisses weren’t about that, and he enjoyed the hell out of it. For now, for however long they stood here, this was enough.

  They came up for air with a gasp. Rhian shivered when Garrick’s long fingers traced over his face.

  “What do you want to do?” Garrick asked, his voice rough.

  The steel bar in Rhian’s pants, poking at Garrick’s hip, should have made the answer pretty obvious.

  Garrick chuckled, but his expression was serious. “We could snuggle on the couch and watch TV, if you want. Or sit here longer.” Garrick swallowed. “Or go up to bed. Whatever you want.”

  Rhi
an thought it was sweet that Garrick gave him options. Was letting him decide. But seriously, who was he kidding?

  Rhian peeled Garrick’s hand off his ass and threaded their fingers together. Garrick might like to be in charge most of the time—and god fucking knew that was really working for Rhian—but now his big, fierce lover followed him, docile, as Rhian towed him through the dining room and up the stairs.

  They made it as far as the upstairs hallway before Garrick’s true nature reasserted itself. He pulled Rhian in for a long, stirring kiss, his hand wrapped around the back of Rhian’s head. Better. Rhian happily ceded control, smiling when Garrick’s lips left his to skim over his cheek and under his chin. Garrick’s tongue tickled. Teeth nipped. Rhian shamelessly bent his head in whatever direction necessary to grant Garrick access wherever he wanted. Rhian tucked his chin to his chest and shuddered at the sting of Garrick’s bite on the back of his neck.

  Their bodies brushed, skin rubbing over skin, as Garrick moved to stand behind him, his lips never ceasing their gentle torture. Rhian hummed low in his throat, uncaring what Garrick did next. It all felt so damn good.

  Garrick slid warm hands around Rhian’s flanks to his belly and pulled him back against a wall of heat and muscle. His knees shook as Garrick walked them forward, toward the bedroom and whatever would come next. The broad flat of Garrick’s tongue skidded over his shoulder and his teeth took hold. Rhian gasped and stumbled.

  His shoulder caught on the doorjamb and brought them up short, plastering Garrick to his back in the process. Garrick stopped torturing him and wrapped his long arms around Rhian’s waist to steady them both.

  Rhian stared at the huge bed as if he’d never seen it before.

  This is it.

  Nerves sprang to life in his belly, but it didn’t change what he wanted.

  Garrick pressed his lips to Rhian’s ear. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

  That was nice, but it wasn’t the issue. He shook his head, grabbing Garrick’s arms when he moved back.

  “No, please. Hold on.”

  He‘d intended only to stop Garrick’s retreat, but Garrick took his words literally and held him tighter. It wasn’t as good as when Garrick lay down on top of him, but it was close. Rhian closed his eyes and relaxed.

  “Is something wrong?” Garrick asked quietly.

  “Nothing. God, nothing at all. I just thought I should mention…umm…I’ve never… I mean, I’ve done it. It’s just that I…” He tried to find the right word and came up blank. “I was, you know, the one giving. I’ve never…”

  “Bottomed?” Garrick supplied softly.

  Rhian squirmed, his ass clenching. “Yeah.”

  “You don’t have to—”

  “I want to.” As if it weren’t obvious by the way his ass was writhing against Garrick’s cock. “I just thought you should know.”

  Garrick’s warm lips brushed his neck again. Rhian didn’t know what to expect in response to his awkward admission. Certainly not Garrick’s rough voice sighing in his ear.

  “Thank you.”

  Rhian made that sound again. The one he only made for Garrick. He wanted to pretend it was a manly grunt but he knew it for what it was. The man made him whimper.

  Thank you?

  Garrick was really, really welcome.

  Garrick held Rhian tighter and closed his eyes. He’d guessed Rhian didn’t have a lot of experience, but he hadn’t imagined he would be given this gift.

  Garrick was determined not to fuck it up.

  First, he had to regain command over his legs, in particular his knees, which had turned to jelly when Rhian more or less offered Garrick his virgin ass.

  With a lurch, he stepped around Rhian and into the room, drawing Rhian toward the bed. Rhian was a little wide-eyed, his movements stiff. When Garrick stopped, they collided.

  He rubbed his cheek along Rhian’s. “Relax.”

  Rhian’s jerky nod confirmed that telling him to do it wasn’t going to work. Hardly a surprise. Garrick ran his hands over Rhian’s bare chest, trying to soothe him. The hard lines of Rhian’s belly jumped beneath his fingertips, his breath unsteady as Garrick traced the swells and valleys of his abs.

  When he eased his hands into the waist of Rhian’s jeans, his lover stopped breathing all together. Garrick began to worry Rhian would freak out again, but when he slid his hand down to protect Rhian’s junk from his zipper, he found him hard as stone.

  Nervous, yes. But still right on board.

  Garrick stripped them both in a matter of seconds. He caught Rhian staring at his dick, licking his lips. Garrick smiled and claimed that talented mouth in a ravenous kiss.

  Rhian surged against him, his cock running along the groove that joined Garrick’s hip to his groin. Garrick moaned, gripping Rhian’s ass to bring him to where he wanted him.

  He fell to the bed, holding Rhian close, rolling above him when they bounced on the mattress. Rhian threaded his fingers into Garrick’s hair and thrust his tongue into every corner of Garrick’s mouth. Garrick’s heart galloped, his body flushed and hot all over as his nervous lover devoured him.

  Sweat broke out across his brow. God, now he was nervous. He wanted so badly for this to be good for Rhian. Perfect.

  Rhian ran his fingers over Garrick’s head, nails dragging against his scalp, and moaned. He spread his legs and lifted his knees to settle Garrick into the cradle of his thighs, their erections pressed close and hot between them.

  “Jesus,” Garrick muttered when he finally tore his mouth loose.

  A ghost of a smile flashed across Rhian’s face, his only response a long slow thrust of his hips against Garrick’s.

  “Jesus.”

  He’d been worried Rhian would cancel tonight, but he’d shown up. He’d been prepared to convince Rhian it was okay for them to be intimate again, but Rhian had pulled him to his bedroom without hesitation. And he’d been absolutely certain it would take all his patience and talent to convince Rhian to let him fuck him, and despite his apparent nerves, the damn man had asked for it.

  Rhian grabbed Garrick’s ass and ground their bodies together.

  God was he asking for it.

  Garrick kissed him again, his groan stopping with an abrupt grunt when Rhian skated the pad on his finger over Garrick’s tightly clenched anus.

  “You like?” Rhian asked with a devilish smile.

  It was totally obvious he liked. Liked a lot.

  The tip of Rhian’s finger wedged into the tight ring of muscle and wriggled. He didn’t have to grind Garrick down on top of him anymore. Garrick’s hips danced, their cocks rolling and sliding between their bellies.

  He screwed his eyes shut and told himself to pull it together. Groping for the bedside table, he managed to retrieve the lube and condoms without dumping the entire contents onto the floor. He tossed the supplies on the bed and waited to see Rhian’s reaction.

  Rhian picked up the bottle of lube and read the label like he was browsing the aisle of the goddamn grocery store. Garrick chuckled, and Rhian’s eyes cut to him, narrowing.

  Rhian’s slow smile should have been warning enough, but Garrick still twitched with surprise when Rhian popped the cap open and poured a stream of the slippery liquid down Garrick’s ass. Rhian’s fingers captured the drips and rubbed them into Garrick’s skin, circling the tight knot of muscles with two fingers before pressing against Garrick’s perineum.

  Garrick slammed his eyes shut and groaned. Shit, that felt amazing.

  “You love this,” Rhian said with a hint of awe.

  Garrick nodded rapidly and arched his back to shove his ass into Rhian’s hands.

  “So you don’t just—”

  “Fuck.” Garrick barked the word in response to what Rhian was doing to him, not to play fill-in-the-blank.

  “Would you let me fuck you?” Rhian asked with nothing short of wonder in his voice.

  “Yes.” Without a doubt.

  “Oh.” Rhian bit his low
er lip and Garrick snapped out of his euphoria long enough to make himself clear.

  He locked gazes with Rhian. “Not tonight.”

  The sweetest little smile, almost a smirk, curled Rhian’s lips. “No?”

  Garrick fell into those deep blue eyes, entranced by the spark of humor, the glow of happiness there. What on earth had he ever done to deserve this man?

  Garrick ran his hands down Rhian’s sides and slid them beneath his ass. His finger teased over Rhian’s hole. The muscles fluttered against his touch, responding instantly without clenching.

  “Mine,” he growled.

  Rhian nodded and blood throbbed in Garrick’s cock, swelling it further. Capturing Rhian’s mouth, he distracted them both with long, drugging kisses. He hadn’t meant to sound so possessive, like he was staking a claim for more than this one night. They only had until Rhian left for Boston.

  The thought made Garrick’s pounding heart ache. Damn it.

  He danced his tongue along Rhian’s and focused on just that. The connection. Now. His assault on Rhian’s mouth ended with an abrupt grunt when Rhian breached his ass with a finger and sank it in to the second knuckle.

  He shoved back against that delicious pressure and helped Rhian go deeper. His body clenched around the invasion.

  Garrick held Rhian’s face in both hands and kissed him harder, deeper, trying to communicate what he couldn’t even figure out himself. What he was feeling.

  Rhian’s hand slowed and Garrick almost believed he’d captured Rhian’s undivided attention with his lips when Rhian tucked a second finger in next to the first.

  “Yes!” Garrick hissed, rocking back to embed the digits more firmly.

  Rhian laughed, actually laughed. He shoved his fingers deeper and started a steady pump into Garrick’s ass. “God, look at you.”

  Garrick thought he should be offended, but he couldn’t be bothered. Rhian’s eyes danced, his smile wide. He spread his fingers, stretching Garrick open, searching Garrick’s face for his every reaction. Garrick didn’t hold back, groaning over the pleasure Rhian teased from his body.

  “You’re going to have to stop that or this is going to be over before it starts.”