Two minutes later the man was back, with a fresh bottle of beer for Carson and another of his own, as Carson was resetting the balls. Carson lined up his shot to break the rack, and watched as four balls dropped neatly into the holes.
“I’ll take stripes,” he said, calmly eyeing the lay of the remaining balls.
Five shots in a row later, he sank the eight ball after dropping the rest of his, before the new guy even got one shot in.
“Good game. Thanks for the beer,” he smirked, tipping his bottle in the man's direction before taking a long pull. They held eye contact for a moment before the man started laughing.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Three out of five?” he asked, a twinkling of mischief in his eyes.
“Hey, it’s your dime,” Carson shrugged. “I’ll even be nice and let you take the break this time.”
The man’s grin turned wicked, and Carson’s brain short circuited as he thought of all the places he’d like a beard burn from this man.
He beat Carson with only four hits after the break.
“It’s like that, huh?” Carson asked, genuinely pleased at the turn of events.
“It’s like that,” Mr. Tall-dark-and-Dorito-shaped answered. Carson really needed a better name for this guy in his head. But the dance they were doing was far too much fun to stop it now for formal introductions. Carson slid his tongue over his bottom lip and then held the tip between his teeth.
“My turn to break, then?” he asked, pitching his voice lower as he stared across the table, fingers running suggestively along the pool stick in his hands.
Dorito-man’s lips parted slightly as he took a deep breath, his eyes locked onto Carson’s mouth.
Carson grinned knowingly. “You did say three out of five. We still have more games to play.”
A strangled sound came from the man’s throat.
“By all means,” he said, sweeping one well-muscled arm over the table.
Their third game took longer. Carson had trouble with positioning his body to allow for the burgeoning hard-on he was trying to keep down as they traded innuendo as quickly as they sank balls.
Dorito-man had his back to the table, checking something on one of the TVs, when someone walked by close enough to force him to smush his ass against the edge of the table. The problem with that was, said glorious ass was directly across from Carson, and the distraction cost him dearly as he hit the cue ball too hard, sending his ball into the eight, which landed with a solid thunk into the pocket and began its noisy roll to the collection point immediately to Carson’s left.
“Shit!”
Dorito-man turned, and it only took him a few moments to realize what happened.
“Looks like I’m up two-to-one,” he grinned.
Carson hung his head in shame.
“What are we playing for, anyway?”
“Hmmm. How about, if you win, we go back to your place?”
Carson’s breath caught in his throat as he stood.
“And if you win?” he asked, voice breathier than he’d have cared to admit.
Dorito-man drew close to Carson, near enough that he could smell the subtle cologne—woodsy, warm, evoking an image that fit the man well—and see the variations of color in his auburn hair, including the light sprinkling of silver-gray that dotted both his temples and his beard. Carson’s teeth pulled at his bottom lip as he fought the urge to sink them into this man. Those blue eyes were no longer the bright icy blue they’d been when the night had begun. Now, they were darkened to a deep ocean hue, pupils wide as they locked onto Carson’s bottom lip.
The man’s hand came up to cup Carson’s jaw, thumb dragging over his lip, pulling it free of his teeth. Carson chased the sting with his tongue, taking a teasing swipe at the thumb, and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath from the stranger.
“My hotel,” he ground out, as his body crowded Carson’s against the table. Carson’s heart raced, and he had to fight to not grind up into the erection he could feel pressing into his own.
“I forfeit. You win,” he gasped, just before their lips connected.
The kiss was firm, demanding, needy, and left them both breathless.
Carson watched in a daze as the man dug a fifty-dollar bill from his pocket and slapped it on the counter.
“Keep the change,” he growled before he spun and pulled Carson from the bar by the hand.
“Slow down, man, I ain’t changing my mind, believe me,” Carson said, tugging him to a stop on the sidewalk. “I can literally see your hotel down the street. We don’t need to run.”
The man shoved at Carson, crowding him up against the wall, and ground into him.
“Then walk faster.”
Their mouths met again, and Carson grabbed the back of the man’s head, holding him tight as their tongues dueled. Large, firm hands squeezed his ass and pulled him closer.
“Yeah, okay. Maybe I can walk a little faster.”
Chapter Two
Zach cursed when they stepped inside the lobby of the hotel.
“What?” the gorgeous thing next to him asked—he was fairly certain his name was Carson, but he’d have to double check sooner or later though.
“Gotta make a pit stop,” he said, jerking his head towards the mini convenience store off to the side. “I don’t exactly travel fully stocked.”
Carson smirked.
“Maybe I should have finished the game after all. Coulda saved you some money if we’d gone to my place.”
“So sassy,” he murmured, letting the smile on his lips grow.
Carson laughed as he followed along behind him.
Zach grabbed some condoms and lube, and a few bottles of water. Once inside the elevator, he pulled out his key card and slid it into the slot, hitting the button for the VIP floor.
Carson raised an eyebrow.
“Business trip,” Zach repeated.
“Uh huh. What are you, the owner or something?”
“Or something,” he shrugged.
Carson did that tongue-swipe-and-lip-bite thing he’d been doing all night that was the main reason Zach had caved in the first place. The man had beautiful, full lips, and he couldn’t help but wonder how they’d feel around his dick.
“So what’s your name?” he asked finally, eyes flicking up and down Zach’s body.
“Does it matter?”
“Depends on what you want me to scream later, I suppose.”
“Mmm, that is a good point.” He ran his thumb over that enticing bottom lip, already swollen from their kisses and Carson’s teeth worrying it. The soft chime of the elevator saved him from making a scene. Zach cleared his throat and stepped back.
“Most of my friends call me Ziggy,” he said as they walked down the hall.
Carson snorted.
“Yeah, I know,” Zach said with a grin. “Childhood nickname, it stuck. My mom was a huge David Bowie and Iggy Pop fan, what can I say?”
“Yeah, I’m not calling you that.”
“No?”
“Ziggy makes me think of that short, fat, cute little comic character. And exactly none of those things describe you.”
“You don’t think I’m cute?” he teased, entering the room.
Carson surprised him by slamming him up against the wall and grinding into him, hands bunching the material of his shirt as he grabbed it tightly. Zach wasn’t sure if he was about to lose a shirt to this man or not, and found that he didn’t care in the least.
“I think you are the hottest damn daddy I’ve seen in a long time, and if I don’t wake up with beard burn in sensitive places tomorrow I’m going to be very disappointed.”
Zach grabbed Carson by the back of the head, burying his hand in the long brown hair that brushed his shoulders, and pulled hard, exposing his neck.
“Oh, don’t you worry, sweetheart,” he purred, rubbing his cheek along the column of soft skin. “I’ll mark you up nice and pretty if you like.”
Carson whimpered and melted in his a
rms, and Zach took that as his cue to lock his teeth over the pulse racing beneath his lips.
“Christ,” Carson gasped.
“Mmm, not quite. But I suppose you can call me that if you want.”
Carson let out a soft laugh as he turned his face into Zach’s for a kiss.
“I’m pretty sure you’re the devil instead, baby.”
Zach grinned as he caught that bottom lip in his teeth, drawing a groan from Carson.
“Now that, I have been accused of before. You can call me Zach if you want.”
There was no way he’d tell this man his name. They’d never see each other again after tonight, and Zach was decidedly against a stalker or giving anyone the ability to damage his livelihood. ZIM Tech was his life, his heart and soul, and it’d be a cold day in hell when he’d let some hot little piece of ass take that away. He’d heard Carson talking about programming with someone at the bar, and if he worked in a field like that, he’d definitely know the name Zachary McAllister.
“Mmm, that’ll sound much better for me to cry out as you pound into me.”
Zach tried to fight the laugh and failed.
“Such a mouth on you, Carson.”
“I’d rather have my mouth on you.”
“If that was your endgame you should have just said so, sweetheart.”
“But it’s so much more fun this way. Daddy.”
Zach covered Carson’s mouth with his hand and guided him backwards to the bed, laughing as they went.
“I can honestly say, you are the first person to call me that.”
Crinkles of amusement appeared at the corners of Carson’s grey-blue eyes as he smiled beneath Zach’s hand. One eyebrow cocked in question.
“Don’t keep doing that. It’s weird. I’m not that much older than you.”
Carson shrugged.
“You don’t need to be old to be a daddy. Just calling it like I see it. Sorry,” he said.
“No, you’re not.” He shoved Carson back onto the bed. “Strip,” he commanded as he began setting their purchases on the night stand.
“Okay, now you’re just giving me mixed signals.”
Zach facepalmed, shaking his head. This kid was growing on him in a hurry. He couldn’t afford to get attached to anyone, which was just one reason why he rarely dated. Random, anonymous hookups were the best way to protect everything he held dear—including his own heart.
“What am I going to do with you?” he murmured, covering Carson’s body with his.
“I’ve got a few ideas.”
Zach’s eyebrows climbed his forehead.
“Then get your goddamned clothes off.”
Carson scrambled to comply and pulled off his shirt as Zach unbuttoned his. The soft charcoal grey Henley had complemented Carson’s eyes nicely, and though it hadn’t been overly loose-fitting, it had certainly done a good job of hiding just how fit the man was. A trim waist, defined abs, and arms that had clearly seen their fair share of gym time were now on display before him. But it was his legs that did Zach in. Thighs so muscled and well-defined belonged on a statue in a museum, and he couldn’t wait to see how tightly they’d squeeze around his head and waist.
Unable to resist, he bent over and licked up a thigh from knee to hip.
“Look at these beauties. Fuck. These legs … oh my God,” he groaned, leaving teasing nips all over each thigh.
“I use one of those treadmill desks?” Carson supplied helpfully, phrasing it as a question to see if Zach knew what he meant.
Zach hummed as he nosed at Carson’s cock.
“That helps explain that ass of yours. Pretty sure you could crack a walnut with that thing.”
“I thought something quite similar about your ass. It’s distractingly perfect also.”
As previously requested, Zach dragged his face along the inside of Carson’s thigh, high up on his hip, and rubbed his beard on the sensitive skin. Carson squirmed, trying to push himself closer. Zach worked his way up the smooth stomach and caught a nipple between his teeth.
“Jesus, look at you,” Carson said softly, hands settling on Zach’s biceps. “What kind of business are you in? Gym equipment? Your arms are the size of my head.”
“I don’t think I’d go that far. Maybe I just like being able to manhandle young punks like you.” He blatantly ignored the question about his line of work.
“Baby, ain’t nobody like me,” Carson replied quickly.
“Mmm, that’s probably a good thing. Your grammar is atrocious.” Zach rolled them over as Carson laughed. “Put that mouth of yours to a better use, sweetheart,” he said, tucking his arms under his head and lounging on the pillows like he had all night to wait.
“Gladly. Daddy,” he said with a wink.
Zach rolled his eyes, but his response was cut off as Carson leaned in for a kiss, as his arm snaked down between them to grasp Zach’s cock and stroke gently. He groaned and arched up into the touch. It had been a while since he’d been with anyone, yet even with that, something about this man had Zach already breaking many of his self-imposed rules. Though he’d normally take just about any willing partner when he went out, nobody at the bar tonight had done anything for him, even with the obvious interest from several other patrons. That should have been clue number one to his brain, that it was time to leave and ignore the itch for another day.
Then Carson had shown up, and Zach would have had to be blind to miss the way the younger man kept checking him out. That in itself wasn’t unusual. He spent hours in the gym each week, and he knew his physical appeal.
What he hadn’t anticipated was the way he’d reacted to Carson.
So now he was breaking his number one rule and sleeping with someone he easily had a dozen years on.
“You,” Carson said, pressing a kiss to Zach’s neck, “are ridiculous. Look at this chest.” More kisses, a trailing tongue, and tiny nips of teeth came as Carson explored his pecs. “This stomach.” Fingertips dipped through the valleys between muscles. “This gorgeous cock.” Hot breath ghosted over the tip, making Zach twitch. Zach couldn’t remember the last time someone had adored his body the way Carson currently did. Carson’s hair fell down to curtain his face, tickling at Zach’s thighs as wet heat enveloped him.
Hmm, nope, need to see those lips, Zach thought, and he threaded his fingers through the soft hair, gathering it in one hand at the back of Carson’s head. Carson lifted his gaze, and Zach did his best to ignore the tugging sensation in his gut at the thought of never seeing him again. He’d never had a problem with having one-night stands before, and he certainly wasn’t going to start now just because he’d turned forty. And definitely not for someone younger than he was.
Carson apparently had little to no gag reflex, because without warning he took Zach fully, swallowing around him as he bumped the back of his throat. Zach shuddered.
“Fucking Christ, ki—” he stopped himself from calling Carson “kid”, realizing full well that if he did Carson would start calling him “daddy” again. And while he wasn’t typically a fan of the term, the problem was that he liked the teasing way Carson said it. “You’re killing me,” he said instead, dragging Carson up by the hair, drawing him into a fierce kiss.
“Please don’t die before you fuck me,” Carson replied, gasping for air once the kiss ended. “Because then I might die of frustration if you do.”
Zach grinned and rolled them again, bringing him back within arm’s reach of the lube and condoms. He slicked up a finger and teased at the tight ring of muscle while swallowing down Carson’s cock. His hips thrust up, and Zach draped his free arm over them, holding Carson still as he worked him open. Carson shifted his hips again, and Zach increased his pressure, pulling off to lift his head and meet those storm gray eyes.
Carson grinned and tried to lift his hips a third, and Zach cocked an eyebrow as he pushed him back down effortlessly.
“Christ, that’s hot,” Carson whispered.
“Now stay put,” Zach growled before
he returned his attention to Carson’s cock.
“Yes, da—oh fuck,” he groaned as Zach worked a third finger in. “Christ, yes, please, God, Zach, I need you inside me.” Carson squirmed as he begged, trying to work himself on Zach’s fingers.
“I am inside you, sweetheart,” he replied, bending his fingers and dragging them over Carson’s prostate.
“Zach!” he cried, hands clenching the sheets tightly.
Zach hummed questioningly around his mouthful of Carson’s cock.
“Damn you, fuck me!”
Zach heaved a put-upon sigh and kissed his way up to tease at a nipple.
“So impatient,” he said, trying his best to sound disapproving.
Carson reached an arm over, groping around until he grabbed a box of condoms. He ripped it open and caught one of the packets as they flew out.
“Put—” Carson tore the wrapper open, “this gigantic cock—” his hands closed around said appendage as he rolled the condom over it, “inside me now.”
“Well, since you asked so sweetly…” Zach grinned as he withdrew his fingers and positioned himself at Carson’s entrance. Carson locked his legs around Zach’s waist and rocked up, trying to pull Zach in. Zach surged forward, seating himself fully in one thrust.
Carson clung to Zach’s shoulders, blunt nails digging in, as he whimpered.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
Hot breath ghosted his ear as Carson leaned in.
“Give it to me, daddy,” he said, and Zach could feel the smile on Carson’s face.
“You’re such a little shit,” Zach laughed and snapped his hips.
“Fuck, yes,” Carson gasped, dropping his head back. Zach bent his head to nibble and suck at the exposed skin of his neck. Carson’s body held him close, arms and legs and channel all warm and tight around him.
“So perfect,” he whispered as they rocked together, building a rhythm.
“God, you can say that again.”
Carson’s grip loosened as their pace increased, until eventually his hands were above his head, braced against the wall. Zach hooked an arm under one of Carson’s thighs and leaned into him, driving deeper with the new angle.
“Shit, fuck, I’m so—Jesus, you can’t be real—fuck, Zach, I’m going—” Carson came with a shout, clenching around Zach as lines of white painted his stomach. Carson’s release drove his own, and Zach followed suit before Carson’s cock had finished twitching. Zach let Carson’s leg drop as he braced his arms to either side of Carson’s shoulders, eyes closed as he caught his breath for a moment. Before he could move away, a hand was in his hair and Carson’s tongue was down his throat.
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