The Sweetest Thing

by E. M. Denning

  “Why did you lie to me?” Nathan turned.

  “Why did you lie to me, Neil?”

  “That’s the name I give all my casual hookups.”

  “That’s why I told you my name was Aaron.”

  “But you knew it was me.”

  “I had an inkling. I knew for sure when I opened the door.”

  “And you didn’t say anything.”

  Scotty’s gaze hardened and he reached for the doorknob. “No, I didn’t. You wouldn’t have wanted to fuck me anyway. And that’s why I didn’t say anything. You can go now.” Scotty opened the door and motioned for Nathan to go through.

  “I don’t believe you.” Nathan stood his ground. “Why would you lie?”

  Scotty glared at him. “Because I wanted to fuck you. I wanted to fuck you back before I knew what fucking was. I wanted you the minute you walked in the door and I knew you wouldn’t be sticking around so it didn’t matter if you…”

  Chapter Four

  Scotty

  Nathan kissed him. Nathan practically kicked the door shut and shoved Scotty against it with a force that took his breath away. The kiss was all anger and heat and Scotty found himself pinned, Nathan’s hands gripping his face like twin vices.

  He somehow found the strength to raise his hands to Nathan’s chest and move him away.

  “What the fuck? First you wouldn’t have slept with me had you known it was me, and now you’re trying to eat my face.”

  Nathan’s chest heaved and he stepped closer again. “You shouldn’t have lied.”

  “And you shouldn’t have kissed me.” They stared at each other. Neither moving. It became a standoff.

  Scotty put his hands on his hips and straightened his spine. “You’re not pissed that I lied. You’re mad because your head was too far up your ass for you to notice someone you’d known your whole life.”

  The sexual tension in the room lit Scotty’s body up like a bonfire of lust ignited in his stomach and the only way to put it out was to give in. Scotty’s resolve shattered. Nathan was right fucking there, and Scotty went for it.

  He grabbed Nathan and yanked him close, smashing their mouths together. Nathan backed him up into the door again and the thud reverberated through the apartment.

  Scotty grabbed at Nathan’s shirt and yanked it off over his head. Nathan untied Scotty’s robe, but he didn’t take it off him. He let it fall open, exposing Scotty’s chest and the pair of sheer black panties he’d been wearing all day.

  Nathan’s gaze raked over Scotty’s body. “Goddammit, Scotty.” Then Nathan kissed him again. “Why’d you lie to me?”

  Scotty leaned in, letting their bodies press together. “If you’re mad, Nathan,” he paused and pressed his lips against the corner of Nathan’s mouth. “They why do you keep kissing me?”

  “I’m pissed at you.” The words lacked conviction and Scotty buried his face in Nathan’s neck. His lips danced up the side of Nathan’s throat.

  “Are you?” Scotty asked. He mouthed Nathan’s stubbly jawline.

  “I should be.” Nathan’s hands dug into Scotty’s waist, the pressure increased, and he squeezed harder. His head tilted and his lips brushed Scotty’s. “I want to be angry.”

  “But you’re not.” Scotty hoped. He didn’t want Nathan to be mad at him, no matter how hot the angry kiss had been.

  “I thought…” Nathan kissed Scotty as if to stop himself from talking. “Never mind what I thought.”

  Scotty pressed their mouths together and the kiss started off innocent enough. Gentle lips sought to taste, and tongues soon joined, slowly, methodically, dancing together. Scotty worked Nathan’s pants open and freed his erection.

  Scotty backed Nathan up into a wall and held him there with his body. He squeezed Nathan’s cock, not too hard, but hard enough to make Nathan groan and tilt his head back. His own cock was still trapped in his panties and it ached with the need to be inside Nathan again.

  “Are you still mad at me?” Scotty stroked Nathan as he talked. “Because if you’re angry I can stop, and you can leave, or I can take you into my bed and fuck you until you feel better. The choice is yours.”

  Nathan laughed. “I’m not leaving.”

  Scotty kissed him, quick and hard, then let him go. “Good answer.”

  “I do have a question.” Nathan made no move to tuck his cock back in his pants. He trailed a finger down Scotty’s chest, following the line of the robe. He looked Scotty in the eyes. “I need to know if you did this to piss Tod off.”

  Scotty did a full body flinch and he half flung himself away from Nathan. “What the fuck? Of course not.” Scotty scrambled for the ties of his robe and he pulled it tight around himself.

  “What was I supposed to think?”

  Scotty’s face twisted with rage and disgust. “You could’ve thought that I wanted to fuck you because you’re hot. This wasn’t some sort of revenge fantasy.”

  Nathan’s face looked like a mixture of relief and sheepishness. “I’m sorry, Scotty. I’m sorry. I had to know. I didn’t want it to be some sort of sibling rivalry thing.”

  Scotty took a deep breath and examined Nathan carefully.

  “Forgive me.” Nathan reached for him and Scotty let himself be tugged closer. “It was stupid.” The words were mouthed against his skin.

  “My brother was the furthest thing from my mind.” Scotty rolled his eyes.

  Nathan undid Scotty’s robe and pushed it off his shoulders.

  “Yeah?”

  Scotty scoffed. “Duh.”

  “What were you thinking?”

  “That you were hot.” Scotty smirked. “And that you’d look good with my dick in your mouth.”

  “Would I?”

  The heat of Nathan’s gaze seared Scotty’s brain cells. He leaned in and kissed Nathan. Their bodies plastered together, hands groping, lips moving and tongues tasting. Whatever argument they’d been having a moment ago had already been forgotten.

  One minute, Nathan’s tongue was in his mouth and the next it was sliding down his chest, tasting his skin, feeling the way Nathan made him breathe harder, want harder. He sank to his knees and looked up at Scotty with a wicked sort of innocence that made no sense. He looked pure and sweet with his brown hair and his shining blue eyes, his long eyelashes fanning against his cheeks. And wicked, the way his mouth curled up as he leaned forward and took the head of Scotty’s cock into his mouth.

  “Fuck yes,” Scotty shoved his hands into Nathan’s hair. He didn’t take his eyes off Nathan. No matter what Nathan did that had him wanting to throw his head back, close his eyes and ride the wave of euphoria, he watched Nathan. He was too hot not to. His eyelashes were a dark fan against Nathan’s tanned cheeks and the way he blushed, his skin growing pinker by the minute, it made him glow until it seemed more fantasy than reality because no one had ever looked so incredible.

  And his tongue. Dear God, Scotty could write a fucking sonnet about the way it pressed against the underside of his cock. The way it slid over his balls as Nathan gave them some special attention, and when it toyed with the crown of Scotty’s cock, he almost came undone.

  He pulled Nathan off his cock and the rigid member bobbed in the air, throbbing and aching with need. “Tell me you want it.” Scotty’s voice sounded half gone already.

  Nathan leaned forward. He traced the contours of Scotty’s legs with his hands. A slow motion which mesmerized Scotty. Nathan’s hot breath puffed out and washed over Scotty’s sensitive skin.

  “I want it.” Nathan got to his feet and stripped out of his pants. He kicked them aside and stepped closer, lining their erections up. His hands skated twin trails of fire over Scotty’s hips and Nathan grabbed his ass and ground against him.

  Scotty’s was all over Nathan. Like a switch had been flipped inside him and his desire had gone from a show of sparks to an explosion of fireworks. He clung to Nathan, their tongues sliding against one another. Their heavy breathing a symphony of lust, providing the perfect
soundtrack for the way Scotty continued to grind their bodies together.

  Nathan felt so fucking good against him. They had about the same build, but Nathan was more solid than Scotty. His muscle undefined, Scotty had been surprised to find Nathan’s body as hard as it was. It made Scotty hot thinking about all the hidden strength Nathan possessed.

  “Want you under me.” Scotty panted, his hands dug into Nathan’s hips.

  Nathan groaned. “Yes. God yes.”

  “My name is Scotty.” Scotty laughed as he pulled Nathan toward the bedroom. He watched Nathan climb onto the bed and Scotty approached him. The intensity of Nathan’s gaze on Scotty made his dick twitch. He wouldn’t mind flipping one day and letting Nathan fuck him, if he were game, but tonight he wanted to take Nathan apart.

  He knelt between Nathan’s spread legs and inhaled. He expected to smell some sort of musk from spending the day outside in the summer sun, but instead he could only detect the scent of soap.

  He looked up a Nathan and grinned. He placed a kiss on his hip bone. “You showered.” Scott couldn’t help the smile he gave him.

  “It’s a thing most people do.”

  “It’s not a thing people do when they’re mad at someone.” Scott licked the crease of Nathan’s leg, down to the base of his cock. He looked up at Nathan and gave him a cocky grin. “You weren’t mad at me… were you?” Scotty moved up a little and kissed Nathan’s abdomen, following the treasure trail north to his belly button.

  “I was.”

  Scotty laughed and moved lower, his mouth found the base of Nathan’s cock and he kissed it. Licked it. He teased Nathan until he writhed and moaned, but it wasn’t good enough, not yet. He wanted Nathan to beg for him. Scotty already felt lust drunk and he swallowed Nathan’s cock down to the root, his hands holding firm on Nathan’s hips, keeping them in place against the mattress.

  Scotty gave Nathan the most enthusiastic blow job he’d ever given in his entire life. The act itself felt like the main event, with the way Nathan wriggled under him, gripped his hair, shoved his head down harder. The way Nathan moaned and whimpered and how his body felt as it shuddered and twitched. Scotty could do this all night, but he wanted inside Nathan again.

  Nathan must have read his thoughts because he dragged Scotty up until their mouths collided. His hips thrust up and their cocks slid together. Nathan pulled out of the kiss and panted in Scotty’s ear. Scotty’s entire body felt like it would come apart if he didn’t get in Nathan soon.

  “I need you.” Scotty said. He kissed Nathan again, hard and promising. He pulled away and rolled a condom on. He laughed when Nathan took one look at Scotty’s manicure and grabbed the lube from his hand. “What a gentleman.” Scotty said as Nathan teased his hole with his fingers.

  “Sometimes,” Nathan paused to insert another finger. “A guy has to be his own hero.”

  Scotty wanted to laugh again, but the beauty of watching Nathan fuck his ass with his fingers stole his breath.

  “Fuck,” Scotty exhaled and held the base of his cock.

  Nathan’s hand flew out of his ass. “Yeah. Yeah, that. Please.”

  Scotty lined up and thrust inside, and immediately bent to capture Nathan’s mouth with his own. Nathan writhed under him. His legs wrapped around Scotty’s waist and his hands dug into Scotty’s shoulders. He pulled Scotty down and thrust his hips up to meet him.

  Scotty answered his aggression with some of his own. He pressed his tongue deeper into Nathan’s mouth. He grabbed onto Nathan and used the leverage to fuck him hard and deep. Through the panting. The pleading. The heavy breathing. Scotty cried out as his release barreled into him. Nathan had been too hot, too tight, too delicious and Scotty hadn’t been able to last.

  Scotty’s hips thrust harder as he emptied into the condom. He reached between them and wrapped his hand around Nathan’s cock. It only took a couple of tugs before Nathan was coming too, the evidence of his release slid down his cock and over Scotty’s fingers.

  Scotty raised his hand and laughed at the amount of cum coating his nails. “I think I need to get rid of the nails. These suddenly seem highly impractical.”

  Nathan grabbed Scotty’s hand and brought it to his mouth. His tongue darted out and he licked his release off Scotty’s fingers.

  “I like them.” Nathan kissed the palm of Scotty’s hand. “There’s no sense in changing for anyone, especially someone who won’t be around in a few weeks.”

  Of all the things Nathan could have said, the truth was the last thing Scotty wanted to hear.

  Chapter Five

  Nathan

  Nathan tangled his fingers with Scotty’s and held tight, preventing him from getting away. Nathan shouldn’t have said what he did, he knew that now. The tension still hadn’t bled out of Scotty, so Nathan wrapped his free arm around him and flipped them over. He pinned Scotty to the bed.

  “Don’t be mad.”

  Scotty rolled his eyes. “Shouldn’t that be my line?”

  “Don’t be mad,” Nathan repeated. “I’m here for a few weeks. Grandpa’s getting up in years and I’m helping make some renovations to his house. I’d like to keep seeing you while I’m here.”

  Scotty bit his lower lip.

  “You knew I was from out of town when you agreed to meet up with me the first time.”

  “I did.”

  Nathan furrowed his brow. “Did you know it was me the whole time?”

  Scotty licked his lips. “You have a scar on your rib cage from when you fell out of the tree house and sliced yourself half open.”

  “I can’t believe you recognized me from a scar.”

  “And you didn’t recognize me at all.”

  “Hey now,” Nathan frowned. “That’s not fair. The last time I saw you, you were in gym clothes. Muscle shirts and backward hats. And now, look at you.” Nathan buried his face in the crook of Scotty’s neck and kissed the tender skin of his throat. “You’re so gorgeous.”

  “Gorgeous enough to risk my brother’s wrath by fucking me until you leave?”

  “I am not scared of Tod. I kicked his ass in the tenth grade and I’ll do it again if necessary.”

  Scotty laughed. “You kicked his ass? And I missed it?”

  Nathan rolled to his side and lay next to Scotty. Their limbs were tangled together and though Nathan had to leave soon, he wasn’t ready for the night to end. “I did. He’s my best friend but sometimes he’s a fucking idiot.”

  Scotty covered his mouth to suppress his laughter, but it seemed to make him laugh harder. “Oh my god,” he said once he’d gotten himself under control. “I wish I could’ve seen it. Why did you kick his ass?”

  Nathan played dumb. “I don’t remember. It was something stupid.” Nathan closed his eyes. “I have to go.”

  “You want to shower before you take off?”

  Nathan couldn’t resist kissing Scotty’s perfectly pouty mouth. “I shouldn’t. You’re too tempting. I’ll never leave, and I have an early morning.”

  “Mmm. You better go then.” Scotty started to get up, but Nathan stopped him.

  “You never answered me.”

  The light in the room was now too dim to see the color of Scotty’s eyes. They were in the shadow of the fading daylight, but Nathan could still see his beauty and his hesitance.

  “Do you want to keep seeing me while I’m in town?” Nathan repeated his question, determined not to leave until he’d extracted an answer.

  “It’s tempting.”

  “Don’t say 'but.”

  “But…” Scotty began. “I don’t know if you can keep up with me.” Scotty flashed him a wicked grin and ground his hard cock against Nathan. “You’re ready to run out the door and I’m ready to go again.”

  “Tell you what.” Nathan grabbed a handful of Scotty’s ass and gave it a squeeze. “You hold that thought and I’ll come over tomorrow night with dinner.”

  “It depends on what you intend to bring.”

  Nathan thought for a moment a
nd he realized with a little horror that he had no idea what Scotty liked to eat. “What do you want me to bring?”

  “The deli down the street sells fantastic chicken dinners for a good price.”

  “I don’t remember a deli down the street.”

  “Things changed while you were gone, Nathan.” Scott’s voice was soft, and it sounded as though he’d gone somewhere with his thought, maybe to a memory Nathan wasn’t invited to know, because Scotty didn’t elaborate.

  “I should go.” Nathan whispered, his body still unwilling to listen to his brain.

  “You should.”

  Half an hour and another orgasm later, Nathan climbed into his truck, the taste of Scotty still on his tongue. He already missed his touch and the scent of him on his sheets when they’d cuddled together in his bed.

  Nathan’s grandpa, Reginald, or Reggie as most of his friends called him, got up early and waited for Nathan in the kitchen when he came down for breakfast. Nathan was staying with him while he got the work on the house done. His grandfather’s health wasn’t as good as it used to be, and though he’d been to several doctors, they couldn’t pinpoint the cause.

  In the meantime, Nathan took a month off his job to come and make some necessary renovations to the house. The back deck needed repairs. Some of the rooms needed a new coat of paint. His kitchen could use a new floor, and there was a list of little things which needed to be fixed or replaced. The largest job was the overhaul of the downstairs bathroom. His grandpa tried to argue him down to installing a couple of safety rails in the existing tub, but Nathan planned to redo the bathroom to make it as mobility friendly as possible. Reggie hated baths, so Nathan planned to install a large shower with a built-in bench.

  “You’re up early.” Nathan said as he went straight for the coffee pot.

  “Old people get up early. It’s a fact of life.”

  “I must be old then. I don’t remember a day in my life when I slept past eight.”