by Zane Menzy
As they climbed the stairs, Keegan found his cavalier attitude crumble fast though. He was horny as hell. Angry. Jealous. Upset. But most of all he felt a worrying glitch nibble at him as he asked himself, What the fuck is Damon playing at?
Chapter Thirty-One
Liam looked around the hotel room he was staying in. It was pretty nice for the relatively cheap price he had forked out for it. Two bedrooms on the twelfth floor of what really was just a matchbox apartment block. It may have been twelve floors up but there weren’t any views out to sea or the harbour bridge that he had hoped for. Instead, it was a narrow view down the busy street, looking out on offices and other apartments. Still, it wasn’t a view Liam was used to back home so it made it quite scenic in its own urban way.
He looked out at the skinny balcony, which clipped on to the side of the building like an afterthought. Not much scared Liam but heights were a weakness. He had tried standing out there with his morning coffee, but had only lasted two sips before giving up and heading back inside. From the safety of behind the window he looked out at his city view, imagining he could see through the buildings out towards the North Shore and farther on towards Port Jackson. That is where Keegan was.
He wondered if Keegan had been coming into the city at all. Had he been shopping along Queen Street? Lunching in Ponsonby? Clubbing at the viaduct? They were all things that made Liam’s stomach twitch with a glitch of jealousy. It didn’t seem fair that Keegan was up here living some city slicker lifestyle while Liam was locked in for a year-long course in electrical training back home at a provincial polytechnic. Admittedly, he could always move up to Auckland when he finished the course and find an apprenticeship.
Maybe then we can be mates again? Proper mates.
A bit of time and distance from the scene of the scintillating deed caught on camera in his bedroom was all their friendship needed. Liam missed his pal terribly. Not terribly enough to turn up at Keegan’s father’s doorstep. That would be too desperate. He had felt embarrassed enough going to visit Keegan last week when he turned up at his mate’s house only to have Keegan’s mum tell him that Keegan was in Auckland, staying with his father.
Liam had tried calling him but Keegan hadn’t answered his bloody phone. Liam knew he should probably text and say he was up here but if he was going to make amends then he wanted to do it on his terms. His terms meant that Keegan would have to come into town and meet him. Alone. Then they can have a chat. Then things could be set straight.
Liam walked into the bedroom he was staying in and flopped down on the bed. He exhaled loudly, staring up at the pale white ceiling. He mulled over all the questions he had running around in his head. Questions about himself and questions for Keegan; not to mention all the questions Keegan would ask him when he told him the truth about what had really happened that night.
“I’m sorry, mate,” Liam whispered to himself, hoping his quiet uttering of an apology would somehow take to the sky and find its way to Keegan. He knew that was impossible. He had no choice but to try calling his best mate again.
Are we still best mates though? After what I did?
Liam knew he had behaved like an arsehole the way he handled things. He should have been nicer to Keegan at Tony’s that day. He should have offered a shoulder to lean on. But aside from being angry at the time, Liam hadn’t felt right offering a shoulder to lean or cry on when it was himself who had caused the whole mess—not Keegan.
Fuck it, Liam thought. He had to try and make things right. Keegan had said on the video how much he cared for him. How fucking crazy and obsessed he was for him.
If he wants to fuck me so bad then he will accept my apology, surely.
There was more than just trying to mend broken bridges behind his reason to apologise. Much fucking more. Buried beneath the need to repair a frayed friendship, Liam’s competitive streak had a dark desire to level the score between them. Liam had watched Keegan and Damon’s video more than was heterosexually acceptable. But it wasn’t the cocks, hairy bodies or strong limbs he was interested in. No. The male aspect of it was neither a turn on or a turn off. He knew that around mates like Skippy he would have to play up being grossed out about the fact two guys fucked on his bed, but the truth was he dint find it foul at all.
Two men together neither thrilled him or repulsed him. They were just two people getting it on. What had thrilled him about the video was the power radiating from it. The control Keegan had had, the sound and sight of Damon submitting to Keegan’s big cock. That had done things to him, that had stirred Liam’s own cock to life. Keegan had exuded a raw sexual energy that Liam envied and craved. The deviance of it all was hot as fuck.
Liam closed his eyes, replaying the video in his mind. He had watched it so many times to know every thrust, moan and groan. He focused on Keegan’s hand slapping Damon’s arse as his dick ploughed the mature guy with his face buried in the sheets. Liam reached down and fondled himself as the vision stiffened his prick.
Liam won every contest they’d ever had; running, gyming, swimming, losing his virginity, dating—admittedly that was a hollow victory now he knew Keegan liked guys. Liam was used to being the winner… the man, so it stung to see Keegan fucking like a porn star. Liam had never fucked anybody quite like that.
He wanted a shot at exuding the kind of power Keegan had in the video, he wanted that sort of control. He knew that he had the attitude to pull it off, he just needed help in finding the right partner for it. No girls down home would gift themselves quite so freely. Certainly none of the ones Liam knew.
Keegan was going to help him find that partner so Liam could have one more shot at winning another race between them. If Keegan liked him as much as he claimed then he would do anything he could to deliver the goods Liam craved.
Liam threw his eyes open, glancing across to the bedside table where his phone was. He reached across, grabbing it with a clumsy grasp and nearly dropped it to the floor. He scrolled through his contacts ‘till he came across Keegan’s number. He knew it was time to try calling again. It was time to put his plan into action.
With anxious fingers, he pressed the call button and waited for his mate to answer. It rang and rang. Just before Liam was about to give up and hang up, Keegan’s smooth voice trickled down the line with a friendly, “Hello.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Keegan lay on his bed, fully clothed with a morning wood so hard, it hurt. He imagined his cock screaming out “timber” to be cut down in size to reduce the throbbing pain. He looked beside him and saw Garth tucked up asleep on his side, his face squished into the pillow. If he were on his own, he would unzip and just sort himself out, cum into a sock and throw the sticky evidence under his bed. Too much jostling though would wake Garth up.
“Bastards,” Keegan muttered under his morning breath, blaming Damon and his father for his hard-dicked predicament. Last night he was supposed to come back, hang out in the room for a bit, chillax, then pounce on Garth and ravish his body like there was no tomorrow. Now, tomorrow was here, and there had been no wild night of debauchery with his pretend boyfriend thanks to the toe-curling awkwardness they had barged in on.
As horny as Keegan had been last night, he wasn’t in the mood to fuck after seeing his father tonguing the man who had popped his cherry. It felt like he had been part of involuntary incest. He wondered if the two had done more than just swap saliva. He grimaced at the thought. It didn’t matter how supposedly good-looking your parents were, it was still gut churning.
He had come upstairs to his room with Garth and feasted his way through the junk food like he was eating his feelings. Garth had been brave enough to go down and grab spoons for the ice-cream, when he returned he informed Keegan that Damon had gone and that it was just his father down there. Hearing that Damon had gone was a small relief but it didn’t change the fact that the condoms and lube sitting in the white plastic bag on the floor were not getting used that night.
They hadn’t even kissed or
hugged, just ate and ate ‘till they fell asleep atop of the blankets at some ridiculous hour. It was like the universe was scheming against him, making sure him and Garth were always out of synch, never on the same page to actually get their rocks off together.
Keegan looked down at the burning bulge raging in his pants. He grazed his eyes across the bed ‘till he found Garth’s crotch jutting out in similar fashion. He’s hard too! Keegan licked his lips at the appealing sight beside him. With shaky fingers, he carefully reached out, hovering his hand over the mound in Garth’s jeans. He swallowed his apprehension and placed his hand down gently on the denim material, feeling the warmth of Garth’s erection.
Fuck that feels good.
“Are you enjoying yourself,” Garth mumbled.
Keegan ripped his hand away like he had been caught about to steal. His heart slammed against his ribs. “Fuck you gave me a fright,” he hissed.
Garth wriggled onto his back, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “I guess you get that when you get freaky and try to cop a feel.”
“Sorry,” Keegan whispered. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Don’t apologise.” He shot Keegan a grin. “I was looking forward to waking up with a blowie.”
“Were you now?”
“Yup.” Garth prodded his tongue against the side of his mouth, sticking his cheek out. “What ya waiting for?”
“Hate to burst your bubble, but I wasn’t actually going to suck you off.”
“You weren’t?”
“Nope.” Keegan shook his head. “I just wanted to touch you.”
“Oh.” Garth frowned, a mix of befuddlement and disappointment straining his voice.
Keegan smiled as he looked at Garth’s messy bed hair. A lot of guys would spend ages in front of the mirror styling it to look like how Garth woke up naturally. For someone who had just stirred awake he sure looked fucking sexy. Garth’s tired hazel eyes sparkled back and his lip curled into a half-sneer. Keegan didn’t know what it was, but there was something about Garth’s smile and sharp teeth which captivated him; a smile capable of making him look filthy and angelic at the same time. Keegan stared a little too long, his body wanting more than just a mere touch.
Garth coughed up a small laugh. “Are you okay? Anyone would think you got eyes for Christmas.”
Keegan slipped his hand under Garth’s shirt and began twirling his treasure trail. “I was just thinking how much I want to fuck you right now.”
Garth’s eyes looked up at the ceiling as his smirk slipped into a flustered smile. “I was sort of hoping you would take advantage of my offer last night.”
“I think you could agree that last night was a bit ruined.”
Garth put a hand to Keegan’s arm, touching him affectionately. “Yeah. It was a bit of a mood killer, aye.”
Keegan’s eyes locked in on the plastic bag on the floor. “But we can do it now. The condoms are right there. Be a shame not to use them.”
“Hold your horses, blondie. They don’t expire for a few years. We don’t need to use them all up today.”
“You’ve changed your mind, have you?” Keegan grumbled, his face souring.
“I didn’t say that.” Garth sat up. “I just mean we don’t have to do it right this moment.”
“It’s okay if you have,” Keegan said, hoping to play the victim even though his cock was casting him in the role of villain. “Better I know now.”
“Bro, I just woke up and I dunno if I’m in the mood.” Garth rubbed his eyes again, playing up his statement.
“Your cock looks in the mood.”
“He’s in the mood every morning when I wake up. If I want it or not.”
Keegan huffed a defeated breath and folded his arms.
“Are you packing a sad?” Garth said. “There’s always tonight?”
“Gee, I love how spontaneous you’ve become,” Keegan said sarcastically.
Garth laughed, unfazed by the prickliness in Keegan’s voice. He yawned loudly, stretching his arms out. “Mmph. Okay, moody arse. Let’s do it.”
Keegan wasn’t sure if he’d heard right. “What?”
“I said let’s do it.” Garth narrowed his eyes. “I’m not having you think I’m some boring prick who doesn’t know how to be spontaneous.”
“That bothers you, does it?” Keegan asked. “People thinking you’re not spontaneous and fun?”
“I couldn’t give a fuck what people think of me,” Garth threw back. He dropped his hand down and squeezed Keegan’s thigh, he changed his volume to a whisper, “But I do care what you think.”
Keegan felt special hearing this. “Thanks.”
“Also, I know that if I don’t put out I am gonna have to put up with you walking around with a face like a cats arsehole all day.”
Keegan gagged on a laugh. “Fuck you, too.”
“That’s what you’re about to do isn’t it?” Garth waggled his eyebrows.
“Damn right.”
Garth smiled at him. He scuffled up from the bed, stood up straight and pushed his shoulders back, cracking his back. “But before we do anything, I need to take a slash.” He waddled towards the bathroom, stopping in the doorway. He turned around and looked back at Keegan. “I swear my arsehole is twitching in fear.”
“You’ll be fine,” Keegan replied.
“Easy for you to say.” Garth laughed. He ran a hand through his hair, looking muddled. “I can’t believe I’m about to be fucked by a dude.” The statement seemed a thought said out loud rather than directed at Keegan. Silence followed, a heavy mood draping the room that was matched by the poignant look dripping from Garth’s face. Finally, he forced a smile. “YOLO,” he blurted and trudged out the room, leaving Keegan alone.
Keegan stretched out, limbering up for what he hoped would be a sweaty workout. He could hear Garth sighing in relief as the sound of piss splattering the toilet bowl echoed from the ensuite. Keegan suddenly realised how nervous he was. The first time with Damon had been intense as fuck and scary with the newness of it all. The second time was decidedly easier. He had assumed that each time he fucked someone the sex would be easier, the feelings of fear diminishing. But he found himself rubbing sweaty palms down his pants, worried how he was going to approach this. Sure, he would put a condom on his cock and steer it towards Garth’s virgin hole. But what else?
How do I play this? What do I make him do for me?
Keegan had been a porn fiend for years and the countless hours he had spent jacking off watching men and women use each other with next to little or no regard had taught him a thing or two. He liked to think he knew how to be a stud. He knew that to get what you wanted, you had to take charge. It had worked with Damon; degrading him, fucking him like a piece of meat. The smug womanizer had gagged for more dick. He even came back for seconds! It made sense it would work now too—one size fits all.
Or does it?
Somewhere in the back of Keegan’s mind a tiny voice was doubting his urges. Garth isn’t Damon though. He quickly buried his self-doubt when he heard the toilet flushing. He wasn’t about to give away his power. If someone liked you then they’d do what they’re told.
Garth strode into the room, appearing more relaxed than when he had left. “I’m back, blondie.”
“I can see that.”
“Yeah. I was gonna jump out the window and escape but I figured falling that high and breaking my leg would hurt more than your cock.”
“The lesser of two evils, you reckon?” Keegan said light-heartedly. He fought off aggressive thoughts as he offered Garth a passive smile. “Are you all good?”
“Yeah, man. Just a little nervous.”
Keegan shuffled to the edge of the bed, placing his socked-feet to the floor. He glanced over, motioning with his finger for Garth to come stand in front of him.
Garth appeared mesmerized, blinking heavily. He took a moment to move. In unsteady steps, he staggered over, coming to a shaky stop with his legs planted apart. His face emanat
ed an innocent glow, an acknowledgement to the unknown of what was to come. He may have been fully clothed but his emotional essence was naked.
Keegan glanced up, meeting Garth’s edgy stare. He shot the scared guy a horny grin then slipped his hands under the hem of Garth’s shirt, rubbing erotically over his warm skin. Keegan fiddled with Garth’s belt buckle, hooking it open with a jingling clink. He snaked the belt through the loop holes of his jeans, dropping it to the floor. Keegan licked his lips, knowing he was getting close to fully unwrapping his newest conquest. He popped open the pants button, tugging the zipper down speedily, then hauled Garth’s jeans down to his ankles, exposing his soon-to-be-fucked pal’s bulging black briefs.
Keegan focused on the white legs in front of him. Garth’s thighs were deceptively muscly for someone with such a trim physique. He reached around, grabbing hold of one of his furry calf muscles.
“Tense it,” Keegan whispered.
Garth obliged and flexed the muscle. Straight away the back of his leg went from soft to rock-hard. Keegan groped the strength he could feel burning beneath his palm. He manoeuvred his hand up behind Garth’s knee, tickling him gently with his fingers. He took a breath and raked his fingers up the back of Garth’s thighs, feeling the furry down of brown leg hair.
Keegan shifted his hands to Garth’s inner thighs, which were smooth compared to the rest of his legs. Immediately, he noticed how Garth’s skin felt much softer than Damon’s had. Keegan pressed his fingertips up ‘till they touched the fabric of Garth’s briefs where his balls filled the material. Keegan stared up at Garth, their gazes met, exploring the other.
Garth’s hazel eyes were glossed over like he had a secret to confess. He opened his mouth to say something, maybe something extraordinary? Instead, he just gave the slightest nod of the head.