by Hill, Jamie
With more hunger than he intended to display, Martin parted his lips and Chase's tongue slid in. He tasted like rum and something minty, a delicious combination that sent Martin's head reeling. The little metal tongue stud added another dimension of excitement. He'd never kissed anyone with a piercing there. Clutching at the other man, he dragged his body closer.
"Oh yeah," Chase mumbled, pressing his jean-clad crotch into Martin's thigh.
He felt the solid erection, which caused his own cock to stir. Without thinking, he rammed his pelvis out, wanting to press against something.
Chase snaked his hand between their bodies and cupped his package. "Mmm, you're as hard as I am. Have you been thinking about this as much as I have? The minute you walked into my store today..." His tongue dipped into Martin's ear. "I haven't thought about anything else all night. Wrapping my lips around your gorgeous cock and draining you dry." His tongue flicked the ear lobe rapidly. "Or fucking your tight ass. I can get off on either. What's your pleasure?"
The words sent shivers of decadent delight down his spine, but he had to push away. "Wait," he mumbled, panting. "We can't do this." "I have condoms." Chase squeezed his crotch. Martin groaned. Even through jeans, the groping felt heavenly. "It's not that."
"I have a little piece of paper that says I'm clean. I have my blood tested regularly." He glanced toward the stained mattress on the rickety bed. "We don't have much of a place to get comfortable, but we can work around that."
"Chase, no." He placed one hand on the man's chest. "Look, I like you. I'm attracted to you. But I don't do this kind of thing. I'd rather get to you know, become friends, before—"
"We are friends." Chase grinned, still manipulating his cock with one hand."We'll be better friends soon."
"Not here." He glanced around the dusty room. "This place is nasty. Worse than the men's rooms at some of the gay bars I've been to. Listen, I'm serious. I don't want to do this now—or here."
"We can go to your place. Eric'll let me borrow his car." With a tug, he unsnapped Martin's jeans and lowered the zipper. "I just want one taste, first."
"Chase, no!" He pulled away forcefully. Things were moving too fast. No matter how cute the guy was, this didn't feel right.
An angry look crossed Chase's face. "So what are we even doing here? You're a cock tease, you know that?" He moved away, straightening his clothes with disgust.
"I didn't know what kind of a party this was! You never told me, you just brought me here."
"Yeah, whatever." His dark eyes flashed. "You're free to go. I know I can find somebody here that's looking for some fun tonight."
"How am I supposed to leave?" Martin asked, more than a little nervous. "You brought me here."
Chase headed out the door, stopping to flip two quarters at him. "Here's some change. Call somebody who cares." With a glare, he disappeared from the room.
Martin swore, kicking the quarters on his way out. He had a cell phone; he didn't need change, or the other man's snotty attitude. If that's how he was going to act, Martin was better off without him.
He stopped at the foot of the stairs, realizing he didn't know the address of the house. The music was so loud, the two people he asked didn't seem to understand the question. Finally, he went out the front door, got the numbers off the house, and walked half a block to find a street sign.
Calling the same cab company he'd used to get to the club, he gave them the address and waited. "Sorry," the dispatcher replied. "We don't go into that neighborhood after midnight. It's not safe." "You're kidding me! What am I supposed to do?" "There's an all night Shop Rite Convenience Store, about six blocks to the south. If you call us from there, someone can pick you up."
"Six blocks?" He wasn't pleased. It was pitch black outside, with no streetlights in view. "Best we can do." The woman hung up. He snapped his phone closed and pocketed it. He had no choice, and hoped the neighborhood wasn't as bad as its reputation. With a nervous glance around, he started walking.
Chapter Two
He'd gone about a block when the roar of a car engine approached from behind. Headlights lit the dark street. Martin quickened his pace, preparing to run if he had to.
"What are you doing?" Chase was behind the wheel of the old gray Charger, window rolled down.
"Trying to get home." He kept walking. "The cab won't pick me up in this crappy neighborhood." "So that meant it was safe for you to walk?" He stopped and glared. "What choice do I have? I obviously wasn't welcome there anymore. You made it pretty clear, if I wasn't going to put out on the first date, I was free to leave."
"First date?" Chase blinked. "Is that what you thought? Hmmm. Wow. Maybe it was!" "Leave me alone." Martin resumed walking. "Get in the car. I'll take you home." "No thank you." He didn't want this jerk knowing
where he lived. "I'll take you wherever you want to go, then. How
about a restaurant? Want to get a bite to eat?" "No." "Come on, Marty. I'm sorry I got pissed off. I wanted to be with you, and when I realized it wasn't going to happen, I freaked out."
"Did you find someone else to have fun with?" Approaching an intersection, he stopped.
Chase took a left at the corner, blocking his path. "No, I didn't. I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean it. That was the rum talking, and the frustration. Look, this is a bad neighborhood. Let me drive you somewhere else, before you run into a group of people who might not be so friendly. Some guys won't care if you prefer not to put out on a first date."
Martin had to smile. He walked around the front of the car, and got in. "All right. There's a convenience store a few blocks down. The cab'll pick me up there."
"That's nuts. I have Eric's car for the night. Let me drive you home." He headed down the road.
"I live pretty far out. It takes twenty minutes to get there."
"I've got nothing but time." Chase grinned, eyes twinkling.
His heart lurched. He still thought the man was gorgeous, and wouldn't mind getting to know him better. It'd been a fun evening up until they'd argued. "I live in Redmond," he said skeptically.
"Way out in the 'burbs! Of course you do. That's where you work, isn't it?" "Yep." "No problem. I know the general vicinity; you can
directme once we get closer." "Thanks a lot, man." He settled into his seat and allowed his anger to subside. "Thanks for tonight, too. The club was fun. The music was good. Loud, but good."
Chase laughed, and they talked about music and bands until they reached the Redmond exit off the highway. "Take this turn, then left at the first stoplight." "This is a nice area." Martin glanced around. Apartment complexes lined one side of the road, business offices the other. It was very well lit. "I like it. It's the next drive on the right." "Here?" "Yes. Follow this road, it'll empty into my parking lot." Chase whistled as they passed a swimming pool and
tennis courts. "Holy smokes!" "I never use that stuff. I just liked the location, near my
job." "Rent must be sky high!" "I have a small studio, so it's not too bad. The bigger places are pricey. You can let me out right here." He pointed to his building.
"Uh oh." Chase looked at the car's dashboard. A red indicator light glowed. "I think the engine's overheated. Probably not used to being driven this far." "I guess you can park there." He motioned to a spot. Pulling in, Chase shut off the car. "Afraid I'm going to
have to let this baby cool down before I take off again." "You can wait inside." Martin exited the car, leading
the way to his lower level unit, and unlocking the door. "Nice pad." "Thanks." The apartment didn't have a lot of space, but it was neat and tidy. A kitchenette filled one end, divided from the rest of the room by a bar with two stools. He had a comfortable recliner and a television, and a queen-sized bed. It was like an elephant in the small room, hard to ignore. "Have a seat." He motioned toward the recliner. "Get you anything to drink?"
"No thanks." Chase sat in the chair and smiled. "This is sweet."
"Yeah." He got a glass from the cabin
et, filling it from the tap. Martin sipped nervously, glancing over the rim at the other man. "You can sit. I won't attack you." "I know." He put his drink on the counter and sat on
the edge of the bed. "Want to watch TV?" Chase picked up the remote next to the chair. "There's probably some old movie on."
"Sure. Whatever you want—" He bit off the remark. He knew what Chase wanted, and felt like an idiot for bringing it up.
The other man grinned. "No problem. Relax." He settled into the chair as he flipped through the channels.
They shared easy banter watching I Love Lucy reruns, and Martin did start to relax. His eyes grew heavy, and he decided to ask Chase about the car. When he glanced over, he saw closed eyes on the handsome face.
His chest rose and fell with rhythmic breathing. He was already asleep.
Martin stretched his legs out on the bed, and closed his eyes. * * * * Sun poked through the blinds when he awoke. It was morning; he'd slept curled up on top of the covers. He'd probably been more comfortable than his houseguest, who slept in the recliner.
"Oh, my aching back," Chase muttered, rising. "Where's the can?"
"Through there." He pointed. "Sorry about that. The chair's pretty comfortable, but not all night."
"It wasn't bad." Disappearing, he used the bathroom and returned. "I just need to stretch out a minute. You mind?" He dropped to the opposite side of the bed, faced the wall and arched his back.
Martin watched him, an ache of his own stirring in his belly. The long, strange night was over. It was a new day; things looked brighter and clearer. He felt safe in his apartment, and more comfortable with his new friend after spending some time with him. He knew what he wanted, and hoped the other man felt the same way.
"Can I help?" He leaned over, sliding a hand across the sculpted back. "How about a massage?"
Chase glanced up at him. "I don't know about that. Last night you said—"
"I know what I said." He looked into the dark eyes searching his. "I feel more at ease here. This is nicer than that horrible old house, isn’t it?"
"Sure it is. I wasn't thinking about that. I just wanted to be with you. I still want to be with you."
"I want that, too." He lowered his mouth for a kiss, and the men came together.
Chase slipped a hand up, cradling his neck, running fingers through what had to be a messy head of hair.
Martin propped himself on the bed with both hands, enjoying the kiss, envisioning what was to come. Tongue batted against tongue as they pressed into each other, and finally he pulled away. "I promised you a massage. What do you say we get rid of these clothes?"
The men eyed each other as they undressed. Chase tossed his shirt aside, kicking out of his jeans and boxers.
Martin tingled as he spotted the other man's cock— long, thick and jutting from a mass of curly black hair. "I, uh, I'll be right back." He hurried to the bathroom, peed, then gathered some condoms, a towel, and a tube of lubricant. He grabbed some lotion as an afterthought, and returned to the other room.
Chase lay spread across the bed, lazily stroking his cock. "Ah, you're prepared. I'll bet you were a boy scout."
"Don't ask, don't tell." Martin smiled. "Roll over, big boy. I'm going to rub your back." "What if I want you to rub something else?" "We'll get there. Roll over." He nudged a knee. "But I like this angle. You have a gorgeous cock. I
want to look at it. Hell, that's not all I want to do to it." The words sent another promise, we'll get there. We remember?"
"Oh, yeah." He groaned and flipped onto his stomach, spreading his legs and adjusting his cock and balls against the mattress. tingle through him. "I have nothing but time,
Martin tossed his stuff on the bed, squirting some lotion in his hands. He rubbed them together, warming the slick, coconut-scented lotion. He knelt next to Chase's hips, studying his back. Much of it was covered by ink, which intrigued him. "Do you really have eleven tattoos?" "Yep. You can count 'em. Four are on my back." "I see that." Starting at the neck, he worked down, rubbing lotion firmly as he went. He traced a silky path through the trees and greenery which ran across the shoulders, like a forest. Tree branches and limbs spread out in all directions, connecting the two large bicep tattoos. He'd already recognized a hunter with a bow and arrow on one arm. Now he could see wild animals on the other. "Why did you decide to do it?" Chase wiggled his shoulders. "Don't you like it?" "Sure." He massaged harder, moving toward the golden sun in the center of the lower back. "I've just never known anyone with so many tattoos."
Chase bucked his hips against the bed. "Some guys find it sexy."
"I do," he agreed, and realized at that moment he meant it. Something about the sun, shining just above the crack of Chase's nicely formed ass, had Martin's hard cock dripping pre-come. Unable to resist, he bent down to nuzzle the area.
"Oh, Jesus." Chase bucked his hips again. "Please let me turn over."
"Nope." He chuckled, clutching the man's tight butt cheeks. "I'm not finished with this side, yet. Still counting." He continued his massage, allowing one hand to slide between taut thighs, teasing.
"Is that what you call it?" Chase tried to widen his stance, obviously desiring more attention between the legs.
Marty chuckled, forcing the legs together. He continued rubbing along the thighs, occasionally leaning in to plant a kiss, or nip the tantalizing flesh. He reached the ankles and found some oriental markings there. "What does this mean?" "Truth." "Really?" He licked the black swirls. "Would I lie?" With a grin, he moved to the other leg. "How about
this one?" "Freedom." "You have some other oriental words, where did I see
them?" Chase raised his arms. There were similar symbols on
each of his forearms. "What do those mean?" "Forgiveness on this arm,understanding on this one." "Very cool." He massaged his way back up to ass level,
and straddled the man. "I didn't know you were so deep." Chase bucked his hips. "Want to see how deep the rest
of me is?" Martin laughed. "Eventually. After I've explored the
rest of your body." "Oh my God!" Chase managed to roll to his back under the weight. "I don't think I can take it. The massage felt great, but I'm about ready to explode. I want to fuck!"
"I guess the front can wait." He dropped face to face above the man. "Who do you want to fuck?"
"You." Chase rose, nipping Martin's lower lip. "Nobody but you. I want to spread your ass cheeks, and invade you with my wet tongue. I love the feel of a tight sphincter loosening up. First my tongue, then my finger…" He reached between them and grabbed Martin's cock. "By the time my cock goes in, you'll be good and ready. You'll beg for it."
"I'm begging for it now." He captured the man's tongue and sucked. If Chase was true to his word, that tongue and its round metal stud would soon be delving into his ass. The idea had his cock leaking a steady stream. "You want it bad." Chase released his cock and licked
the spunk from his hand. "Only from you." With a quick shift, Chase slipped from under him, and
knelt behind. Martin spread the towel beneath his body. He knew
before long, he'd need it. "Planning on making a mess?" Chase chuckled,
assembling the lube and condoms within his reach. "God, I hope so." "I think you can count on it." Martin felt his ass cheeks being spread, a warm mouth exploring the area. It'd been so long since he'd made love, he worried he'd explode without much stimulation.
Chase clamped his cock with one hand. "You're oozing, like you're about ready to blow." "Keep that up, and I will." "Not so fast. We have a lot to do here, yet." He
squeezed the cock head tight. Squirming uncomfortably, Martin muttered, "Okay. I
get the message." "Good." Chase released him, and resumed licking along his crack. "Train yourself to hold back. It'll be worth it."
"I'll try." He gasped as the skilled tongue nudged his anus, prodding for entry. "Oh God, I'll try. That stud feels fantastic."
Chase chuckled. "Wait until you feel it on your coc
k." He pressed deeper, reaming the hole with his tongue for several minutes before easing it out, and inserting a slick finger.
"Oh yeah." Martin backed into him, each new sensation better than the last.
"Like that?" He pushed the digit knuckle deep, then dragged it out. When he pushed in again, a second finger was with it.
"Yes." His breathing was labored. Holding back his climax was going to be tough. The hands on him felt so good, it'd be easy to let go and explode right then. "Want more?" Another finger—or two—entered his ass. Martin couldn't tell how many there were, he just knew it felt great. "I want your cock," he moaned into his pillow. "Please."
"I like a man who begs." Chase backed his fingers out, rising over Martin. Bending forward, he planted a kiss on the nape of his neck. "I'm going to fuck you now, Marty. I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll beg for mercy—or for more. We'll see."
He turned his face sideways for a kiss. "Bring it on." His body was on fire, cock throbbing, balls churning, and asshole fluttering from the attention.
Chase knelt, pressing his lubed cock against the yielding hole. It slipped in easily, and within minutes he was deep seated. He reached around and grabbed Martin's cock, stroking. "I want you to come when I tell you. Not before." "I don't know if I can." "Of course you can." He jerked the pulsing rod. "You
want to come?" "Oh, yeah." "Not yet." He pinched the head. Martin yelped in pain. "See how easy it is? When I get close, I'll let you know. We’re going to come together." His hand caressed the cock again, massaging the low hanging balls behind it. "That hurt," he protested. "Pleasure and pain are closely interwoven. Sometimes,
a little hurt now makes it feel that much better later." "Maybe." He was skeptical. He'd never been interested in anything kinky. "I'm not really into pain."
Chase stroked his cock with firm pulls. "Not into having the best orgasm of your life? Are you sure about that?"