by Lane, Shawn;
“Cosmic bowling. There’s a bowling alley on Ventura Boulevard that has it. Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“I don’t know.”
Barnaby couldn’t keep the pout from his mouth. “Please?”
Nathan’s lips curved into a small smile. “Okay. But I’m not really very good.”
“Me either! We can laugh at each other. We’ll rent shoes and everything.”
“Okay, okay, I can see you’re determined.” Nathan laughed. “We’ll go bowling.”
Barnaby could barely stay still on the drive over. He hadn’t been bowling in ages. He sucked rocks, but all he cared about was that it meant he could spend more time with Nathan.
When they got to the alley, Barnaby practically ran inside. He knew he should probably calm down, but well…he couldn’t.
A short time later, shoes rented and loaner balls obtained, they found a lane to use. It was fairly crowded, but there had been a couple still available. They had also stopped at the snack bar for some pretty bad fries and some nachos.
It had been kind of amusing, really. Barnaby had asked if they used animal-based oil for frying and the gum-snapping teenager working the snack bar stared at him like he’d just asked if the fries were made out of space aliens. He’d finally decided he would just eat the nachos and leave the fries to Nathan.
“So, I thought you weren’t very good at bowling,” Barnaby said as Nathan prepared to bowl his next set. He’d started the game out with a strike and then picked up a spare on the next set.
“Back in high school they offered bowling as one of the choices for PE.” Nathan shrugged. “It seemed slightly more doable for me than basketball. I haven’t really bowled much since then, but I guess I still remember some stuff from the class.”
“Uh-huh. If we’d made a bet, I would have realized I’d been hustled.” He popped a cheese-covered chip in his mouth. “Tell me about your family.”
Nathan smiled. “You aren’t trying to distract me are you, Lassiter?”
He laughed. “Nah, if I was, I’d be doing so with my delectable body not questions.”
The other man turned away to throw the ball. Right down the middle, damn it. Barnaby sighed and noted it on the score sheet.
Nathan sat down while Barnaby got up. “As for my family, not too much to tell. My parents divorced when I was a teen. I stayed with my mom. I was their only child, but both of them remarried. Mom doesn’t have any other kids, but my dad and his wife had three together and his wife had a son from a previous marriage as well.”
“Do you see them much?”
“Well, my mom and her husband retired to Hawaii.”
“Lucky them.”
Nathan smiled and wrote down Barnaby’s score after eating a fry. He’d missed his spare. No doubt about it, Nathan was kicking his ass.
“I’ve gone there to visit them a few times and they are definitely lucky. My dad and his family live in Irvine so I see them a few times a year. I see them at holidays mostly, though I talk with them on the phone and the computer. As for my stepbrother, Matt, I haven’t seen him in some time, but I think my stepmom said he’d been trying to get a job at UCLA Med Center.”
“Hey, that’s my brother’s hospital. Doctor?”
“Nurse.”
“So you don’t get along with him or what?” Barnaby wondered, stuffing the last few chips in his mouth.
Nathan shrugged. “He’s all right. We used to talk more. He’s gay, too. Actually that’s how my dad met his mom. The two of us came out as teenagers and his mom and my dad went to a support group meeting for parents of gays and lesbians. Anyway, we don’t really have much in common other than our sexuality and our parents so we were never close friends.”
Barnaby nodded and managed to keep a smile on his face, but the truth was he was really rather concerned. If Nathan wouldn’t even be friends with his stepbrother because of differences what chance did he have?
“So, um, had a lot of boyfriends?” Nathan asked.
Barnaby shrugged. “I guess it kind of depends on your definition of boyfriend. If you mean like a long-term relationship, well, there were two. One I had in high school and we broke up not long after that. The other one I met a couple years ago and we broke up last year. How about you?”
“I’ll be thirty-five this year so there’ve been four. None of them really worked out. The most serious was when I was about your age. We were pretty hot and heavy for a while.”
Barnaby swallowed. He didn’t exactly like hearing about Nathan being hot and heavy with anyone. “What happened?”
“We were really different. Too much so. The last one I think we broke up because we bored each other to death.” Nathan laughed a little.
He laughed, too, though he thought it sounded vaguely hysterical. He gazed at the score sheet. “You won, of course. Want another game?”
Nathan smiled and shook his head. “Nah, I’m done.”
After returning their shoes, they made their way back out to the car. Barnaby was once more trying to think of a way to extend the evening. Well, he’d never been accused of being shy.
“You know, I’m a little nervous about returning to my apartment.”
Nathan stopped at the car and raised an eyebrow behind his thick glasses. “Is that so?”
Barnaby grinned. “Yeah, so I was thinking maybe I should go home with you instead.”
Nathan’s lips twitched. “Well, then, let’s get going.”
Chapter 6
Now that he had the too-sexy-for-his-own-good Barnaby in his house, Nathan’s stomach fluttered nervously. He felt like a damn virgin. While it was true he’d never been attracted to anyone as much as he was to Barnaby, that didn’t mean he had to resort to gawky teenager behavior.
Nathan tossed his coat on the back of the couch. “Can I make some coffee?”
Barnaby had reapplied his violet lip gloss in the car and now the shine on his pouty lips really turned him on. Hell, he was pathetic. He had ten years on Barnaby and was Buddy Holly to Barnaby’s Elvis. Or not even. More like Buddy to George Michael or—
“Nathan?” Barnaby waved his hand in front of him.
He cleared his throat. “Sorry?”
“I said no coffee, but maybe a beer? I saw you had some in your fridge the other day.” Barnaby flashed him a beautiful smile.
He nodded and headed into the kitchen with Barnaby close on his heels. So close he could smell his cinnamon clove smell again. He loved that scent. Was it from the shampoo or shower gel Barnaby used? He reached into fridge for two long-necked Coronas, opened them, and handed one to Barnaby.
As Barnaby took a long swallow, Nathan watched it slide down his throat. For some reason the movement of Barnaby’s throat and those violet glossed lips wrapped around the bottle made him think of—
“Nathan?”
He blinked and looked into Barnaby’s eyes. Oh, fuck. “Damn.”
“Excuse me?”
“I…uh…forgot to DVR a program I wanted to see,” Nathan blurted lamely.
Barnaby gave him a quizzical look and then took another swallow of beer. He set it on the granite counter and then gifted Nathan with a devastating smile. “Why don’t you show me your bedroom?”
He frowned. “You saw it the other day—oh.”
“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” Barnaby said, taking a step forward until they were an inch or two apart.
He could feel warmth radiating from the other man.
“Am not.”
Barnaby’s lips moved even closer, his breath caressing Nathan’s mouth. Nathan’s cock filled and rose to press against his briefs. He puckered to touch Barnaby’s pouty lips with his when Barnaby moved away with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and dashed out of the kitchen.
Nathan shook his head and followed. Barnaby was already slipping through the door of his bedroom. He hoped to God he had condoms and lube. If he didn’t…well, they’d be taking a brief break to go to the all-night drug store down the street.<
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Even as he approached his room, doubts crept in. He wanted to fuck Barnaby like crazy, but he wasn’t really a one-night stand kind of guy and he knew any kind of relationship with Barnaby would go exactly nowhere. The younger man was too young, too impetuous, too damn gorgeous, and just…too much.
“I’m going to start without you,” Barnaby called.
Swallowing a moan, he entered his room. True to his word, Barnaby had already pulled the bedspread off Nathan’s bed to reveal the pristine white sheets, and taken off his pullover sweater. His jaw dropped, his gaze fixated on Barnaby’s sculpted, perfect abs.
“You work out?”
Barnaby smiled. “Sure. Dude, with a brother for a doctor? His gift for my birthday last year was a gym membership.”
Nathan just nodded. He watched as Barnaby’s fingers worked the button fly of his jeans. He thought maybe Barnaby should have been a stripper because those long fingers slipping across those buttons was sexy as fucking hell.
The jeans inched down Barnaby’s hips in such slow motion he began to wonder if he had started drooling yet. Nathan blindly unfastened his own pants. In the back of his brain he still tried to tell his cock this was a bad idea. Barnaby was an employee of the firm and totally wrong for him and—
Barnaby’s jeans shimmied down to his knees. He’d gone commando.
“Fuck,” Nathan whispered as the other man’s cock pointed up.
The younger man winked and then turned his back on Nathan as he removed his shoes and the last of his clothing, giving him a great view of Barnaby’s tight, round ass.
Nathan tripped trying to toe off his own shoes.
Barnaby turned his head to look. “You okay?”
“Um, yeah.” He felt his face burn. He got his shoes off and then his pants. He now stood in his underwear and shirt feeling shy and embarrassed. He wasn’t hot like Barnaby.
Barnaby faced him again. “Should I help?”
Nathan watched as Barnaby stepped up to him. Those delectable fingers stroked his throat as they curved around the collar of his shirt and undid the first button. A simple brush of fingertips on his neck had never felt so erotic. He shivered.
“Are you cold?” Barnaby whispered against his lips, pressing them lightly across his mouth.
“No, I want you.”
He felt Barnaby’s full, plump lips curve just before his tongue entered Nathan’s mouth, searching and finding his. He groaned and lifted his hand to grasp the back of Barnaby’s head, crushing their mouths together hard.
Barnaby’s fingers sped up on his shirt, tearing at the buttons even as he whimpered low in his throat. Without breaking the contact of their mouths, Barnaby tugged Nathan’s shirt sleeves off his arms and tossed the shirt to the floor. His hand slipped into Nathan’s briefs and closed over his aching erection.
Nathan pushed against Barnaby’s hand, his eyes closing, a moan torn from his throat as those long fingers shoved down the briefs, freeing his cock and stroking his length.
“Oh, my God, Barnaby.”
The other man ran his tongue across Nathan’s bottom lip, and then nibbled. “Hmm, like that, huh?”
“Like it?” He laughed. “You’re going to give me a heart attack.”
“Hope not. I’m not done with you yet.”
Barnaby released his grip on Nathan’s cock and he moaned in protest. Until he realized Barnaby was going down on his knees in front of him. Nathan inhaled sharply.
Barnaby’s dark pink tasty tongue darted out and scooped up the drop of pre-cum from the slit of his cock. Then the gorgeous tongue darted across the spongy head, sending powerful fingers of intense lust from the base of his cock all the way up his spine and to the roots of his hair.
“Yum.” Barnaby grinned up at him and then those pretty, kissable lips parted and closed over the head. Though his eyes wanted to close, he forced them open. He wouldn’t miss the sight of Barnaby’s mouth wrapped around his dick for anything. It was like watching a debauched angel suck him.
The angel’s hand came up to cup his sac, squeezing gently, and his knees almost gave out. He heard heavy panting and realized it was him. Nathan was pretty sure he would happily fuck that delectable mouth all night given the chance and the ability, but he also had a perfect view of Barnaby’s round ass, which wiggled a little as he swallowed down more of Nathan’s cock. This might be his one and only chance of getting into that ass.
With an extreme amount of reluctance, Nathan gave a tiny push to Barnaby’s head. Barnaby paid no attention and kept on moving Nathan’s shaft in and out of his mouth. Now his eyes did drift closed. Damn, Barnaby knew how to suck cock.
Those long fingers moved from his balls to knead his cheeks. Nathan knew then if he didn’t stop Barnaby he was going to blow. He opened his eyes and pushed a little firmer. When Barnaby still ignored him, he tugged on a silky spiked chunk of hair.
Barnaby released his cock with a pop and a frown. “Hey.”
“Hey yourself. You…on the bed.”
Barnaby’s eyes lit up with excitement and he hopped up from the floor. Before he could take the few steps to the bed, Nathan grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, turning him roughly toward him so that their chests pressed together. Barnaby’s eyes widened just before Nathan crushed their lips together.
The rough, assertive behavior was totally not him, but he found he liked it and he definitely liked the little whimper coming from Barnaby. He broke the kiss and then practically shoved Barnaby at the bed.
Nathan opened his mouth to apologize for the Neanderthal behavior, but the words froze in his mouth as Barnaby lay on the bed on his stomach, two perfect cream globes of flesh teasing him. He almost swallowed his tongue. Instead, he stumbled over to the nightstand he hoped contained a supply of lube and condoms.
He couldn’t decide if he had the patience to prep that ass himself or if he wanted to watch Barnaby prepare himself. Whatever, he tossed the lube and watched it land on the left cheek.
“Why don’t you let me put that on you?” Barnaby asked, looking over his shoulder at Nathan.
“Nope.” Nathan tore open the wrapper with his teeth and rolled the condom on his cock.
Barnaby sighed and sunk his teeth into his plump lip. “Maybe next time.”
His heart stuttered for a moment, thinking there’d be no next time, probably. He went to remove his glasses, but Barnaby shook his head. “Leave them on, they’re sexy.”
Nathan laughed. “You’re mental, but okay.”
Barnaby lifted his ass a little in a blatant invitation.
Nathan knelt on the bed and, ignoring the lube for a moment, trailed his tongue along the crease of Barnaby’s ass. The younger man gasped and Nathan wasn’t sure who was more surprised, Barnaby or himself.
Shrugging a little at his own unusually bold behavior, Nathan brushed the tube of lube to Barnaby’s side. Nathan’s fingers parted the cheeks and he ran his tongue along the line once more. This was something he hadn’t done with any other sex partner before. Even with his few more serious relationships. His tongue hesitated over the opening to Barnaby’s ass and then he decided he wasn’t quite ready for that intimacy.
Nathan straightened and reached for the lube, his gaze fixated on that perfect pink hole. He sloshed out a generous amount of lube and pushed a finger inside.
“Oh, geez,” Barnaby breathed and pushed back. He spread his legs wider, giving Nathan even better access.
Adding more fingers and more lube, he prepared Barnaby for his cock, which was about to fall off now from needing to come. He leaned down to speak in Barnaby’s ear.
“Think you’re ready?” The tip of his cock rested between Barnaby’s cheeks.
“Yes, fuck me.”
Those words in Barnaby’s sweet, raspy voice made him slightly insane. His fingers dug into Barnaby’s slim, pale hips as he drove inside. He drew in a breath, trying not to thrust too hard, too soon.
“Please,” Barnaby begged.
Nathan couldn’t re
sist that plea and he thrust in again and again, pumping Barnaby’s sweet ass hard and fast. Barnaby pushed back against him, riding him rough, digging his fingers in the sheets.
If anyone had told Nathan he’d be fucking Barnaby Lassiter into the mattress even yesterday he would have laughed in their face. But now here he was, his balls slapping, ramming the sweetest ass he’d ever taken.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” Barnaby moaned, his hand underneath him working his own cock with frantic strokes.
With one hand still holding Barnaby’s hip, Nathan threaded his finger through the other man’s soft tresses and yanked. Barnaby whimpered and pushed back harder against him.
“Like that?”
“Yes, please.”
He tugged a chunk of hair again and Barnaby practically came unglued. He thrust back against Nathan, rough and frantic. Nathan’s orgasm slammed through him, pulling a hoarse cry from his throat. Just a few heartbeats later, Barnaby came, too.
After withdrawing and discarding the condom and setting his glasses on the nightstand, Nathan wrapped his arms around Barnaby’s middle for a moment so that they were spooned together, not wanting to end the connection just yet. His chest heaved with the effort to breathe and the intensity of the sex scared him a little, but still he could not force himself to move away.
By the time Nathan figured he’d caught his breath enough to move and speak, he noticed a change in Barnaby’s body. He’d gone all warm and limp. The faintest snore he’d ever heard came from those perfect bow lips. Closing his eyes, he smiled. Sleep definitely sounded good.
Chapter 7
Barnaby woke to bright light shining in his eyes. Damn, when did he get a window in his bedroom? He blinked and tried to turn over. The heavy weight of an arm around his waist stopped him.
Oh.
Now that it was morning and he wasn’t hot to have sex with Nathan…well he was, but it wasn’t as urgent, he was able to take in his surroundings. When he’d been there for Nathan’s illness he hadn’t paid that much attention to the room, but now he noticed he had French doors leading out onto a deck. Nice.
He sighed contentedly. The night had been amazing. Better than he ever imagined. Nathan was so hot in bed. Barnaby smiled, looking forward to doing it again.