by Damon Suede
Andy wiped his face and ran a hand over Ruben’s chest. “Fuck.”
The water slid over them both, lukewarm and sluggish. Ruben groaned and let Andy control his movements.
No two women screwed the same, but this was something else entirely. A different set of possible intersections. What scared him most was that the difference felt sexy, exciting, irrevocable. He was learning a new language that opened scary doors in him.
Ruben licked the inside of Andy’s mouth and gave himself up to the hypnotic intensity.
Andy sagged close. “I don’t care.”
I do. Jesus, but I do. Ruben blinked the drops out of his lashes and tipped his head back so the rain could pelt his face.
Andy sank to his knees. His tux was soaked shiny and the hair plastered to his skull. When he looked up, his soft eyes seemed huge.
Ruben looked down. “You want that big thing?” His erection made a wide ridge under the zipper. Not fully stiff yet, but firm, fat, and about two licks away from urgency.
Blink. Half-lidded, Andy leaned forward, open mouthed and grunting, to rub against Ruben’s concealed meat as if marking it with scent or memorizing it with his face. Andy fumbled at his own waistband and pushed his trousers open. His pubes showed dark and dick pale through his boxers.
“Smartass.” Ruben pulled him to his feet roughly. Holding Andy’s arm high, he licked up the ribcage and into the armpit, chewing and sucking until Andy fought free.
He panted in the sultry soggy air, so close to the clouds that they muffled the city below. All he could hear was the sounds they made against each other.
More determined now, Andy pushed his fingers under Ruben’s balls to rub at his taint then further back to stroke the hidden opening.
Ruben sighed raggedly but didn’t fight it. For once he didn’t tighten up, didn’t flinch. He hooked a leg around Andy’s and grunted. The hot slip of the water made everything hypnotic, unreal. What did it matter who put what where while they melted together in the summer rain?
Sensitive, his skin was, and Andy knew exactly how to tease the little muscle and coax the nerves awake. Back-forth, back-forth, Andy rubbed across the little muscle and sucked at Ruben’s mouth as if he owned it.
“Go.” Ruben tipped his hips and pushed down on the tip. His only fear was that giving in would make him seem weak and wreck Andy’s illusions about him. “Do it.”
Andy leaned back to peer through the wet dark. Ruben nodded. Permission had nothing to do with it. He wanted to cross that line more than Andy did.
Andy groaned and sank one thick digit into Ruben. The rain didn’t make it much easier.
Ruben didn’t fight the freaky burn and tried to focus on Andy’s filthy muttering and the dizzying sense of being violated by someone as ruthless and ruined as him. Suddenly Andy passed over something that splintered his senses. “Oh. Oh fuck.” He kissed Andy hard, grunting with the freaky pleasure and trying to catch it again. Their chests slid and scrubbed together.
Andy mumbled and ground his cock into Ruben’s leg. Obviously he wanted inside, and Ruben felt guilty for not giving in. Duh. He was a guy. That must be part of the deal with two guys, who put what where. He set aside his nerves and tried to get the finger to hit that place again.
Ruben gave a hoarse yelp and shuddered, bracing his hands on the warm wet marble of Andy’s pectorals. A man. He’s a man.
Andy was seducing him, manhandling him, dismantling him, and he was doing the same right back. For once in his life, Ruben wasn’t in control, and the thought made him feel drunk in the best way.
Never in his life had he made love so recklessly, reaching into someone while they reached back into him. This wasn’t getting off, but getting in or getting to each other. A gleaming bridge over acid and alligators. Their bodies knotted together surely, but something else besides: a terrible, bright knowing that made him feel broken and mended at the same moment.
I never knew.
Maybe they really could have anything. All they had to do was want it together, build it together one kiss at a time. That seemed right, natural, obvious. Give and take with nobody keeping an account.
He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue in undisguised enjoyment. “Filthy fucker.”
Andy nodded.
Ruben raised a hand and wiped the wetness off Andy’s brow, pushing his hair back and cupping the back of his skull. “Wanna go inside?”
Andy relaxed into the grip and let him hold the weight, rolling his neck lazily. He whispered, “I don’t care.” Then his mouth closed over Ruben’s entire ear, tongue-swabbing it with a seashell roar that made Ruben’s heart climb into his throat.
“Ah. Ah! Ugh-fuck.” His legs shook and he stopped seeing anything.
Andy chewed the lobe lightly and asked, “Yeah?”
“Jerk.”
Andy grinned and whispered in his ear. “I’ve been paying attention. See?” He licked Ruben’s lobe and tugged gently at it with his teeth.
Ruben choked and his legs buckled. He would’ve fallen to his knees, but Andy caught his elbows and lowered them both to the terrace tile.
Their smooth sinew flexed in tandem. He’d known Andy was strong, but not what it would feel like to be strong with him.
Ruben had expected sex, but this had turned into something scarier. Andy seemed to be investigating his entire body, almost ignoring his naughty bits in favor of his vulnerabilities.
Both naked under the flashing sky, hot rain sliding over them and their erections jousting between them. Finally. They’d made it here at last.
“I don’t care.” Andy whispered and blinked close, his eyes colorless in the dark. Unaccountably, he laced their hands together and held their mutual fists at his flexing hips. Their knotted knuckles grazed Andy’s perfect, perfect ass.
Ruben panted and leaned their foreheads together while the rain slid down their faces. “You’re crazy.”
Andy nodded, watching his eyes.
“We both are.” He smiled.
A kiss. “I hope so.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CRAFT LOVES clothes but truth lives naked.
They jostled and laughed their way back inside. Andy led the way to his dark room upstairs, woozy and wild, shivering in the air conditioning. Ruben grabbed a towel and made Andy stand while he dried them both.
Andy sighed. “Rough.”
“Too rough?”
Andy shook his head. The room was lit only by the sallow glow from the terrace and the lightning glow in the clouds.
“Better?”
“So much. C’mere man.” Andy wrapped his hand around Ruben’s cock and tugged.
Ruben’s breath caught. “Uh huh.” He pushed Andy, knocking him onto the bed. Andy rolled onto his belly to crawl toward the pillows, but Ruben held his legs and pinned him down. “Where d’you think you’re going? No escape.”
Andy grunted. Squirming under Ruben’s weight, he ground his erection into the mattress. He bent his knee to give Ruben access. “You’re spoiling me.”
Ruben kneaded the muscle, and Andy’s thighs tightened under his hands.
In some way, making love in shadow felt like a dream. Honesty for ostriches.
Ruben opened his jaws and bit down on Andy’s inner thigh. He tapped Andy’s butthole with his thumb. The tight knot of muscle was hot and dry.
“Yeah. Yeah.” Andy started to lift up. His balls, draped over the cock, pushed back between his legs under Ruben’s mouth and the drizzle of saliva.
God help me, I want to.
As Andy got harder, his taint rose to a hard mound. A trail of faint fuzz led beneath.
Ruben reached under Andy and pulled his stiffening cock back. If his flattened boner got too uncomfortable, Andy could push up on all fours, which sounded just fine as far as he was concerned.
Andy’s swollen cockhead had darkened with the trapped pressure. A dot of precum the size of a quarter marked the sheets.
In the dark Ruben could just make out And
y’s body against the white bed. Hiding? Begging? Sure. Not being able to see clearly made it easier for both of them.
If no one saw him steal his pleasure, was he a thief?
Without thinking, before he could stop the impulse, Ruben ducked and licked the underside of the firm helmet, long and slow. The raw salty-sweet taste exploded in his mouth. His nose nudged Andy’s hot nutsack.
Andy whisper-laughed. His arms were folded and drawn up under his chest. His face lifted a moment, but he said nothing. He looked nervous as hell. A tic flickered across his clamped jawline.
Ruben still tasted brine on his lips. He wanted more but didn’t have the guts to actually suck Andy’s dick. Yet. At least he could admit that Andy’s frank horniness turned him on.
He dug his rough chin into Andy’s trench.
Andy hissed and arched his back, lifting them both off the sheet until his knees were under him. Freed, his cock sprang forward and smacked his stomach.
Ruben kissed one smooth cheek and raised his head. “Too much?”
A little headshake. Andy’s eyes looked wet. He was panting through an open loose mouth. “Nuhh.”
Ruben circled the swollen cock and balls, letting them slide over his palm, then spread Andy’s butt to expose the trench. Curious, he pressed the tight opening with his thumb.
“Hsss.” Andy jerked. “I don’t know if I’m—”
Ruben kneaded the muscular ass and dragged his cheek down the back of Andy’s thick thigh, scraping the light skin. When he reached the swell of muscle behind his knee he dug in with his chin.
“Oh muh—“Andy’s voice was choked. “What are you doing down there?”
“Why?” Ruben lifted up and licked the slight rise, then sucked at the skin. His stubble scraped Andy’s inner thighs.
I wanna taste him.
It was only polite. He’d eaten ladies out since he was in eighth grade. As his brother always said, “Fastest way to pick the softest lock.” He didn’t see that much difference, a couple inches down. His rough hands spread the cheeks, exposing the tiny opening hidden there.
Before he could think it through or psych himself out, Ruben dragged his tongue up the smooth trench, across the tiny hole.
“Whhuuh!” Back arching, Andy choked and barked at the same time. “Ruben?”
“I can’t stop it.” He gave a low chuckle. “I tried to contain myself but I escaped.”
“Hfffft. Muh—Hang on. You’re gonna make me—Easy! What the hell, Ruben?” Andy flipped onto his back and he tried to sit up. His forearms dropped across Ruben’s skull, and then he twisted away. A low light clicked on.
“Don’t.” Ruben squeezed his arm and stroked the golden fluff there.
Andy turned back to him. “I wanna see. Let me see you.”
Ruben shook his head. “I don’t need it. I can see you without it. I see you everywhere, anyway.”
In the dark, his eyes couldn’t deceive him.
A wet, open-mouthed kiss and Ruben turned the lights off again, blinded by the blackness till his eyes adjusted again.
In the dark they were the same color.
“I can see you now. Leave ’em off. Let me see you like this.” Ruben ran rough hands over the smooth skin, kneading and tugging and mapping Andy’s creamy muscle in the shadows.
In the dark, he could trust his instincts and his emotions.
Naked together in those crazy sheets, they finally met each other without any walls or hiding places left.
Andy slid down his body, rubbing his face against Ruben like an animal marking territory. After drying off, his fresh-baked scent was faint. “Can I suck it?”
“You can—” Ruben’s voice came out broken and husky. “You can do anything you want to me,” he said and hoped that was true.
Without any preamble, Andy pulled his hard dick forward and then closed his mouth on the end.
Not questioning the impulse, Ruben found his fingers scratching Andy’s scalp quickly…. Good boss.
Andy groaned and choked on the intruder.
Ruben reached down, running his fingers over Andy’s face and square jaw, tracing them lightly as Andy gagged and slobbered over Ruben’s meat.
Eat that dick.
Gradually, Ruben’s foreskin worked itself back without any help from Andy. The stiffness and the wet pressure gripping him allowed the silky membrane to retract gradually and naturally until his square knob drilled into Andy’s throat.
Andy choked. “Sorry.” He coughed and wiped his wet mouth. His predatory hunger had taken a new form.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be so rough.”
Apparently Andy disagreed. He pushed himself back down onto Ruben’s hardness until he coughed and choked again.
“Careful, man. I’m not really built for that.” Ruben shrugged. “Wide and flat. Foreskin’s sensitive. When I was a kid, someone at the beach called me a dogdick because of it. I popped him in the eye, and he never did it again. After that I always kept it skinned back behind the head in the locker room.”
Andy did just that. Pulling it at an angle that felt strange and rough.
Ruben’s cock didn’t mind at all.
Andy milked it again, forcing a blob of moisture out and then smearing it onto the head with his thumb.
Ruben grunted.
“Too much.”
Headshake. “Nowhere near.”
Andy milked the dark foreskin again, obviously fascinated by the way it hugged the hardness. Another drop of precum. He swiped it with his thumb, brought it to his mouth, and sucked the drop off with an impish grin.
“Ungh.” Ruben shook his head at the sight of Andy enjoying his juice so openly. “There’s more. Plenty.”
“I bet.” Andy squeezed Ruben’s erection and licked underneath again, tasting it.
Easier in the dark, definitely. Baby steps.
He rocked back and dropped his head toward Andy’s knees. He reached for Andy’s boner and let it slip easily between his fingers, petting the stiffness and polishing the cap. “Gimme a sec.” Not committing, but getting a handle on things.
Andy groaned and sucked the head of his cock back into his mouth.
Ruben bent and licked the underside as he had before, using his tongue to dig for that salty tang, then closing his mouth over it.
Andy sat up. “Teeth, man.”
“Sorry.” Learning curve. He opened his mouth wide and let Andy sink into his face. Exactly what it felt like. Andy pushing inside of him until it punched something in his throat that made him cough. He pulled off and satisfied himself with long, wet licks that made Andy’s dick stiffen and jerk in his fist. Andy’s fresh scent was strongest here.
Down below, Andy was sucking hard at him, letting Ruben’s knob soak until it choked him.
Ruben sucked on Andy’s sack gently. And licked the satiny slope of his thighs again until they fell open. Taking two handfuls of Andy’s backside, he pressed closer. Ruben rolled his face against Andy’s buttery muscle, pushing down past the thigh to the crack beyond, smearing his own saliva across his cheek.
Ruben’s breath hitched in his throat, and his hands shook with undirected tension. That strange smoothness in Andy’s flesh was making him crazy, making him frantic.
Andy whimpered and gagged and then pulled off his dick entirely. “Aw, Ruben….” he whispered. His hard shaft throbbed and bumped damp against Ruben’s collarbone.
But Ruben had no intention of stopping. He drilled into the slick iris and chewed at the surrounding skin, pulling it wider with his fingers. He massaged the heavy hamstrings and that meaty, perfect jock ass with his hands, gripping and squeezing the glutes hard enough to leave marks while his mouth made mush out of Andy’s hole.
“Ruben… Rube! Ohmyfuck—”
Ruben’s tongue slipped inside, right inside, and Andy arched hard, rising up onto his knees with a surprised yelp. “Ruh—!”
“’Cause you’re dirtier than I am, aren’t you?” Ruben grunted and licked again, a fat swipe
of his tongue over Andy’s taint. “All your apple-pie crap is for show. Fucking frat. Black-tie bullshit.”
Andy grunted.
“You’re a fucking pig. Right? Beautiful pig.” Ruben inhaled his scent and bit at his thigh. Reaching for the lube, he pumped too much into his hand and worked it inside, one silky fingerful at a time. He fed grease into Andy’s entrance, then smeared the extra across his crown. Part of him wanted to turn on the lights so he could see, but the other part of him had no trouble staying hidden, out of sight and going out of his mind.
A low chuckle drifted down to him. “Busted.”
Andy didn’t feel anything like a woman. Everything about him seemed male, from the swells of muscle to the faint hairs dusting them to the square hands that clutched at Ruben with a serious grip. Just ’cause men and women shared some bits, a dude was simply a different animal. Even sprawled on his back, Andy exuded strength. He’d submitted to Ruben’s lust by choice. Somehow a coiled danger snaked between them. Not violence, but the real possibility of being overpowered, of rules broken. Scary and exhilarating.
“C’mon, fucker.”
Ruben panted and laughed. “Yeah?” For once in his life he didn’t have to curb his desire or his roughness. Andy could take it. Andy could take anything he could dish out and wanted to give it right back. Both of them strong enough for anything.
Andy growled and arched his back, riding Ruben’s erection with his own.
Ruben’s grip left wide handprints on Andy’s flawless skin. Was he being too rough?
Andy clawed at him, mashing their torsos together and scraping his fuzz against Ruben’s chest hard enough to leave a mark.
Apparently not.
Andy shuddered and grinned. Apparently barbarian sex suited him just fine. The push-pull of rough fucking didn’t scare him in the least. He was as strong as Ruben.
Without thinking he swatted at Andy’s face and laughed. Andy laughed back and arched up, expanding his ribs, as he closed his mouth over Ruben’s ear.