The Gin Rickey

by George, G. R. ; George, Renee;

  He stood up, rounded his shoulders, and stared directly at Ricky. He put his hands on his hips, ignoring the wet spot with the bulge growing beneath it, and, with as much indignation as he could muster, said, “Okay.”

  With his final declaration of surrender, he pushed past Ricky, cursed his treacherous libido, and practically ran from the kitchen.

  Chapter 2

  One Sexy-ass Nerd

  Ricky smiled as he watched Alex flee. He really liked the big nerd. He’d always had a thing for smart, shy guys, and Alex ticked all the boxes. On top of those qualities, Alex’s wide brown eyes, long face, and full mouth likened him to James Franco, one of Ricky’s favorite actors. Just thinking about Alex’s lips stretched wide over him made him hard again—not a comfortable way to cook. Could Alex really like him?

  He’d been seriously crushing on Alex since the first time he’d seen him two weeks earlier. Ricky had never been a big believer in love at first sight, but the intensity of his desire for Alex made him think it might be possible. The college boy hadn’t felt the same instant connection—Ricky would have noticed the sign.

  He’d seen the way Alex adored Tuck Thompson. The guy practically worshipped the All-American, blue-eyed blond. Had Alex accepted Ricky’s offer as a way to work off sexual frustration? Maybe. Did it really matter?

  Ricky didn’t have time for a relationship, not with twelve-hour shifts at the hospital followed by five-hour shifts at the bar. However, he couldn’t deny, he wanted another go with Alex. The handsome nerd surprised him by saying “yes.” Alex had been bold and brave—so much braver than Ricky imagined. He could still see Alex’s expression, glorious and alive, when Ricky’s orgasm decorated his face.

  Alex hadn’t even tried to wipe it away.

  In that moment, Ricky had wanted to kiss Alex, to drink in his lips and tongue—to share a moment of emotional intimacy with the beautiful, brooding man. Only one problem, Ricky didn’t casually kiss. He knew if he took their physical relationship that extra step, he’d want more from Alex. So much more.

  Chapter 3

  Anticipation. It’s Making Me Hard

  The next few hours had been uncomfortable for Alex as he was acutely aware of the cold, dampness of his cum-stained slacks. Ricky’s words, I’m going to stick my tongue so far up that tight ass of yours, you’ll be begging for a pounding, gave Alex a semi-permanent boner, only adding to his distress. He’d cleaned himself in the bathroom as best he could, and wore an apron to cover the evidence of his impulsive behavior.

  He’d never been a fan of crude talk, but with Ricky…God! The man had given him an orgasm without actually touching him. He’d never come without some kind of stimulation. Ricky’s body and Ricky’s pleasure had been all he’d needed. How would it feel to have the rough callused hands on his skin? Alex shivered.

  Would he be begging for a pounding? The idea of Ricky’s large dick inside him turned him on and frightened the hell out of him. He’d only had four lovers, so his experience was limited, and none of them had been as big as Ricky. Alex’s jaw ached from taking Ricky in his mouth—how sore would his ass feel?

  He knew he should be thinking about his thesis—he’d have to defend it soon. Unfortunately, all Alex could think about was getting the night over with, because tomorrow couldn’t arrive quickly enough.

  Chapter 4

  Now We’re Cooking!

  The next night at work, Ricky grabbed a paper towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead as he labored over the grill. The paper towel reminded him of Alex. Not that the man had been far from his thoughts since the prior shift. He’d stopped by the drug store and picked up condoms, a dam, and some squares of lubricant. Probably overkill, but he’d wanted to be ready if the opportunity presented itself. He flipped the five burgers on the grill and shook the tenderloin in the deep fryer before checking the clock for the umpteenth time since his shift started. Alex didn’t start work for another half hour.

  Damn, Ricky wished he could stop obsessing. His life was complicated enough. He hadn’t been born in America. His mother had migrated to the U.S. after a bomb in Belfast killed his father. Debris from the explosion scarred his face—one of the many reason’s he kept a short beard.

  Ricky had tried his best to help his mom, who struggled to make ends meet—taking the odd job when work was available. His grades were excellent in school, but even then, he’d been unable to afford college right away. Now, his life was busy and complicated. Did he need the extra distraction? Even if that distraction came in the very tall and handsome form of Alex Michaels?

  Yes. He wanted Alex. He’d always been good at meeting his goals—no matter how long it took. But when had he decided Alex was a goal? Oh, yeah, right, the first night he’d met him. Alex’s warm, chocolate brown eyes and the way he chewed the lower lip of his over-generous mouth when he concentrated, only added to his appeal. Ricky grew hard thinking about Alex’s greedy expression the previous night.

  Fuck. He’d been clock-watching since he’d arrived at work. Alex’s shift started two hours later than his own.

  He hadn’t been able to shower between the hospital and the bar. Would Alex notice? Would he care? He rubbed his chin and cheeks. He hadn’t trimmed up in a week. With his schedule, grooming had been taking a hit. Hell, most mornings he was lucky to grab a shower on the way out of the apartment. He was surviving seventeen hours of work a day with less than four hours of sleep.

  He couldn’t add one more thing to his plate, but something about Alex made him want to try. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have other options if he just wanted sex. Chris, one of the bartenders, had hit on him the second night he worked, but Ricky didn’t want a fuck buddy. What if that was all Alex wanted? The thought made his gut clench.

  He finished the plating for the order, adding chips and a pickle spear next to each sandwich, along with a stack of onion, tomato, and pickle slices on the plates. He stuck his head out the kitchen door and found Chris behind the bar, “Tell Tucker the order’s up.”

  “Order’s not the only thing up.” Chris winked, his hazel eyes bright as he grinned. “Gotcha.”

  Ricky shook his head, but he grinned back. The front door opened and the grin fell from Ricky’s face as Alex strolled in. He bit back a groan as his body instantly reacted to the lanky man. Alex blanched as they made eye contact before he quickly looked away.

  Ricky made his way back to the kitchen. He needed a minute to pull himself together. Was Alex going to ignore him? He dumped water on the griddle and watched it bubble and boil before using the scraper to clean the burger residue from the surface. Anything to distract him from the potential rejection.

  By the time Alex walked through the door to the kitchen, Ricky was convinced Alex had changed his mind. When the tall man shuffled past him, head down and backpack in hand, Ricky felt completely gutted. He turned around to face Alex, arms crossed over his chest to keep his hands from shaking.

  It surprised him to find Alex was staring at him. His eyes were wide in a question, his lips soft and slightly parted. He was waiting—waiting for Ricky.

  Alex’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. He nervously asked, “Are you ready for me?”

  Ricky nodded. “Yes.”

  Alex’s lower lip trembled before he pulled it between his teeth to stop the movement.

  God, that mouth! Ricky rubbed his thickening cock, so hard under the seam of his jeans. Alex watched him, his hands mimicking Ricky’s as he rubbed the bulge forming in his black slacks. Alex licked his lips, a reminder to Ricky what he could do with that mouth and tongue, but Ricky had other plans for Alex this time.

  There were only twenty-five minutes until Alex’s shift started. They’d be cutting it close, but Ricky didn’t care. “Go on.” He gestured to the back.

  He watched Alex rush to the back of the kitchen and smiled as he disappeared around the corner past the walk-in. His skin flushed with excitement as he finished wiping down the grill. He hurried, but didn’t race, t
o wash his hands before going back to meet Alex. He didn’t want the guy to think he was too eager.

  When he rounded the corner, he mouth dropped open. Alex displayed himself against the back wall of the closet, pants down past his thighs, and his beautiful, creamy white ass presented like a gift.

  The brown-eyed beauty looked over his shoulder at Ricky. “Is this how you want me?”

  “Yes,” Ricky said, his voice suddenly hoarse and rough. He stood behind Alex and inhaled the scent of his hair. His shampoo left behind a scent of fresh green apples. It made Ricky’s mouth water. He moved to the left side of Alex and stroked a finger down his back until the tip rested on the top of his butt cheek. His ass was pale perfection. There were no tan lines or any hint that he ever let sunshine anywhere near his body. He wondered if Alex had some Irish in him. Ricky smirked. If he didn’t now, he soon would.

  He palmed the rounded cheek, giving it a squeeze.

  Alex, careful not to look at Ricky, moaned.

  Ricky tilted his head to the left and saw Alex’s dick jutting from his groin—the thick head tightly stretched. He reached out his left hand and cupped Alex’s balls.

  “Oh shit,” Alex groaned, and his cock jerked.

  “Hold still,” Ricky said.

  Alex nodded in response and braced himself, keeping his body rigid.

  Ricky didn’t know what it was about Alex, but telling him what to do and actually having him do it, amped his desire to nuclear hot. He slid his palm up Alex’s shaft, the smooth length of him silky and soft, a stark contrast against the calluses on Ricky’s hands. He rubbed his thumb against the head of Alex’s cock, gathering the slick precum on the pad. “Look at me,” he demanded.

  Alex turned, his gaze following Ricky’s thumb as he brought the glistening fluid to his lips. Ricky stuck the tip into his mouth and licked it clean. Alex began to shake.

  “Don’t come,” Ricky said. “I’m not through with you.” He moved behind Alex and placed a hand on each cheek—not a mark or mar on the pale skin. He wanted to leave his stamp, and impulsively, he smacked Ricky’s ass and watched as his handprint, red and angry, rose to the surface.

  Alex arched, a low moan slipping past his lips. Fuck. Ricky’s cock ached with heavy need. He likes it. He fucking likes it. Ricky had never acted this way with any lover, but Alex seemed to respond to a little bit of forceful play.

  “Are you ready for me?” he asked.

  Alex let go with a shuddering, “Yes.”

  Ricky slid Alex’s shirt up and pressed his lips to the middle of Alex’s back. His scent was a mixture of bergamot and spice, clean and masculine. Ricky rubbed his face along Alex’s exposed skin, reveling as the man in his hands wriggled as he tried to suppress small noises of pleasure. He knelt on one knee, his fingers kneading the firm rounds of Alex’s ass. He splayed the cheeks apart, exposing Alex’s lightly pink opening. He rubbed his beard against one side of Alex’s ass before moving to the other, the roughness raising more color. He wanted to take his time with Alex, but the clock was ticking. Besides, at any time, someone could come back with a food order and catch them in the act. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the slender packet of the lube and a packaged dam.

  He tore open the lube and squirted some directly onto his fingertips. Ricky slipped a finger over Alex’s passage, enjoying the goose bumps it raised along his skin. Next, he opened the dam, holding Alex open with one hand while spreading the thin latex sheet with the other.

  Dipping his tongue to the covered opening, he circled the tight ring, the action drawing moans and sighs from Alex.

  “God, yes,” Alex whispered with a ragged breath as Ricky forced his tongue inside. He leaned forward, opening himself for Ricky. He could feel the muscle clench and unclench around the tip, and, fuck, he wanted to have Alex, all of him. The pressure of his cock threatened to burst the seam of his jeans. As he fucked Alex with his tongue, the man’s pants of pleasure drove him to the brink of orgasm. He didn’t want Alex to come, not without him. He moved his finger to replace his tongue, penetrating Alex knuckle deep as he stood up and rotated until his right hip butted against Alex’s left.

  “Unbutton my pants and take out my dick,” he ordered, his finger still working Alex’s tight ass, taking time to stroke over the spongy prostate beneath his fingertip.

  Alex’s warm, brown eyes fluttered as he quickly unbuttoned Ricky’s jeans and loosed his hard cock.

  Ricky wrapped his fingers around Alex’s length and began stroking with the same speed he was using on his ass. “Jerk me,” he said to Alex.

  Alex grasped Ricky’s cock and began thrusting his fist over the thick shaft. Ricky’s balls began to tighten, a tingling warmth flooding his groin. He could feel the beginning of his orgasm, and his lusty haze, he added another finger to Alex’s ass, pumping in and out as he fisted Alex’s cock. Fuck! He wanted to replace his fingers with his cock, but Alex hadn’t asked for it, and he’d promised to make Alex beg.

  He stopped stroking Alex’s shaft, his thumb and forefinger, gently pinching just under the head. “Stop now,” he told Alex his voice barely steady.

  Ricky moved behind Alex again and pressed his chest into Alex’s back, his fingers still buried deep in Alex’s ass. He pushed Alex’s shirt up to his shoulders with his free hand and kissed the space between his shoulder blades as he worked his fingers in and out, circling and stretching until Alex completely relaxed and pushed against him.

  “You like that, don’t you?” he whispered against Alex’s skin.

  “Yes, yes,” Alex moaned.

  He reached down and guided his rigid length between Alex’s thighs until the head was just under the taller man’s balls.

  “Fuck, yes,” Alex muttered. He shoved his pants the rest of the way to the floor and stepped out of one leg, spreading his thighs wide for Ricky. “I want you inside me, Ricky. Not just your hands. I want you so bad.”

  Ricky wanted nothing more than to bury himself in Alex—to take him and claim him. But he’d promised Alex he’d be begging. He withdrew his fingers, dropped the dam in the corner trash, and retrieved more lube and a condom from his pocket. “How bad do you want it, Alex?”

  “Bad.”

  Ricky rolled the rubber down his length and squeezed the tip. “Do you ache for me, Alex?”

  “Yes,” Alex said, his voice ragged and harsh. His adrenaline-fueled body shook with ravenous need. “Fuck, yes.”

  Slicked cock, sheathed and ready, Ricky’s desire for Alex caught him off guard. He usually had more control. If he didn’t fuck the man soon, he’d come in his own hand. He rubbed the swollen head of his erection against Alex’s opening. No matter how relaxed and ready Alex was, Ricky knew his size would not make the entry easy or comfortable. He had to do this right. If he didn’t, Alex would never want him again.

  “Are you sure?” he asked.

  “Goddamn it, yes. I’m sure. Please,” he hissed. “Please. Fuck me. I want you so fucking bad.”

  Ricky didn’t need more encouragement. He eased his cock just a few inches inside Alex.

  Alex whimpered.

  Ricky stopped to give him time to adjust, worrying that no amount of time would help. “Are you okay?”

  Alex’s voice was high and tense. “Yes, just give me a second.”

  “Do you want to stop?” Ricky tried to keep the disappointment out of his tone. It wouldn’t be the first time a man thought he was too much.

  “No.” Alex barked a laugh. “I just need to catch my breath.”

  Ricky couldn’t stop the possessive growl. “I take your breath away, huh?”

  Alex turned his upper body and looked over his shoulder at Ricky—his brown eyes half-lidded as he licked his lips. “You really do.”

  A swell of desire and emotion took Ricky as he drank in Alex’s beauty. He thrust deep inside with one smooth motion, and captured Alex’s cry as he kissed him hard.

  Alex reached back, his hands finding Ricky’s ass. He dug his fingertips into
Ricky, keeping their bodies in tight contact as he met the kiss with crushing passion. Ricky moaned as Alex rolled his hips against Ricky. He could feel when Alex’s body finally relaxed enough for him to move. Wrapping one arm around Alex’s chest, the other around his waist, Ricky withdrew a few inches, and then thrust his hips forward again. He wrapped his fingers around Alex’s shaft and began stroking. He kept his mouth on Alex’s, not willing to part from the intimacy. Alex opened for him, widening his stance and pressing his ass back to meet each movement from Ricky’s hips.

  “Yes,” Alex muttered. “Yes, yes.”

  The grip on Ricky’s cock and the swell of his emotions as Alex took him, all of him, and so willingly, made the blood flee from Ricky’s limbs and pull to his groin. Heat and pure pleasure ripped through him. He couldn’t hold off much longer.

  When Alex cried out, his channel clenched around Ricky’s cock. Ricky bucked his hips as his own climax hit hard, thrusting hard once, twice, and again until he pressed himself tight against Alex until the last of his orgasm waned.

  In the silence of the aftermath, Alex sagged against the wall with Ricky resting against him for balance and comfort as they recovered.

  The door to the kitchen opened, putting them both on alert. “Shit,” Ricky said. He gripped the base of his dick to hold the condom in place as he quickly withdrew.

  Chris yelled, “Order!” but didn’t walk back.

  Alex turned and gawked down at Ricky, his mouth tight and his eyes wide. Ricky thought he was going to freak, until Alex snorted. He clamped his hand over his mouth to stop his laughter from bubbling to the surface.

  Ricky grinned and joined in with a low chuckle as he cleaned up and redressed. Alex’s smile opened his face, showing a tenderness and joy Ricky hadn’t seen in him before. Turning toward Alex, Ricky stroked the taller man’s hair, his fingers lacing through the dark curls. Wow, I could love that face, that mouth, those eyes. “You’ve got a great smile, Alex.”