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by Lane, Shawn;

  He shrugged. “Mostly I get told I look like a girl or like I’m a teenager. Or worst of all, a twink. Do you know how irritating that is for a man in his thirties?”

  The other man leaned close and brushed his lips over Calvin’s, sending shockwaves of desire through him. “I think you have the sexiest lips I’ve ever seen.”

  “Are you sure there’s nothing but Coke in that drink?”

  “Positive. Here, taste for yourself.” His lips closed over Calvin’s and before he had time to think, Matt’s tongue, with a hint of Coke, thrust inside his mouth, seeking his. The other man deepened the kiss, devouring Calvin’s lips, pushing him against the plastic of the booth. One of Matt’s hands stroked his abdomen through his shirt, the other crept toward his crotch and his hardening cock.

  But he didn’t do public displays, even in dark, quiet bars. Calvin gently pushed on his shoulders and then a little firmer when Matt didn’t let up. Matt broke away, but looked like he intended to dive back in. “Um, public place.”

  “Sorry, I really can’t resist you.” His teeth nibbled on Calvin’s bottom lip.

  “Hmm, maybe you aren’t trying.”

  Matt grinned. “Yeah, you’re right. So, babe, what do you have against bars?”

  “Besides being meat markets, they’re dangerous.” Babe?

  “Dangerous? You watching too much cold case files on cable?”

  “No, personal experience.”

  “What?” Matt scooted closer, if that were possible. Pretty soon Calvin thought one of them would be sitting in the other’s lap. His whole body quaked with arousal.

  He sighed. “Okay, when I was twenty-two I went to a bar with this guy who was bisexual. I didn’t really want to go out with him, but well, he was cute so I gave in. When we got there, the place was mobbed. You could barely breathe. We found a table after other people got up, but this guy was all over the cocktail waitress.”

  “Right in front of you?”

  “Yeah. I got pissed and left. I called a cab, but decided to wait outside, and while I was waiting these punks jumped me.”

  “Oh, God.”

  “Fortunately, they didn’t do much to me. They called me names and hit me a couple times, but someone was coming and they got scared off.” Calvin sighed. “I hate bars. And Barnaby goes to them all the time. Well, he did. And it used to scare the crap out of me.”

  “I’m sorry, Calvin. That was a bad experience. But they aren’t all bad.” Matt’s fingers brushed his jaw, turning his face to his. He lowered his head until their lips were maybe half an inch apart. “I know I’m moving really fast for you, but…can I take you home?”

  “Take me home?”

  Matt nodded. “Yeah, and would you let me stay with you?”

  “I-I don’t know, Matt.”

  Lips brushed his jaw where the fingers had caressed. “Please?”

  Calvin swallowed. His cock was fully hard and pushing against his pants. He had to admit he was more turned on than he’d been in a long time. This might be a really terrible mistake, but—

  “Okay.”

  Chapter 5

  “I’m thinking maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” Calvin said from the passenger seat as Matt drove toward his house.

  Matt glanced at him and noticed he was sucking on his bottom lip. He quickly turned his attention back to the road, but, damn, that sent a jolt through his hard cock. “Why?”

  “I don’t have sex with guys on the first date.”

  “Well, this is our second date.”

  Calvin snorted. “How do you figure?”

  “I’m counting breakfast.” Matt shot him a quick grin, before once more facing front.

  “Right, but still, I don’t have sex on the second date either.”

  Matt grimaced. “How many dates do you usually go on before having sex?”

  “Not that there’s been a ton or anything, but for instance, I went with a guy for my entire senior year in high school without having anything more than oral sex. The summer we graduated we finally went the whole way.” Calvin sighed and shifted. “Damn.”

  “What?” He glanced at Calvin, who was blushing.

  “I realize what a dork I sound like.”

  Matt smiled. “Not at all. However, getting back to our own situation, you can almost call it three dates.”

  “How?”

  “The breakfast, the dinner, and the bar can all be separated.”

  Calvin laughed. “You’re daft.”

  “Maybe, but I’m desperate.” He pulled into the driveway of Calvin’s house, turned off the car, and turned to Calvin. “Listen, if you really aren’t ready to have sex with me, I’ll respect that. I don’t want to push you. But, sometimes, life is worth taking risks. How boring would life be if we never took a chance on something?”

  Calvin shook his head. “I don’t take chances.”

  “Ever?”

  “No.”

  Matt brushed a lock of Calvin’s sandy hair behind an ear. “Maybe you could now?”

  This was the last time he’d ask. He really didn’t want to push Calvin. He wanted the man to want him as much as Matt wanted him. Crazy, maybe, but he wanted to blow Calvin’s mind with how good it could be between them. If Calvin said no, Matt would go home and jerk off to fantasies of Calvin instead.

  Very slowly Calvin nodded.

  Matt exhaled long and loud and didn’t care that Calvin could see how relieved he was. He damn well was. His fingers moved to the back of the man’s head and drew him close for a kiss.

  “Wait,” Calvin said, just before Matt’s lips touched his.

  Forcing away disappointment, he blinked. “What?”

  “I don’t have any condoms.” Calvin looked stricken.

  “Oh.” Matt sighed and leaned his forehead against Calvin’s. “I have some in the car.”

  “You have condoms in the car?”

  He shrugged. “You never know when an emergency might come up. I have an earthquake and a first aid kit, too.”

  Calvin made a sort of irritated noise. “I don’t know anyone else who has an emergency sex kit.”

  Matt angled their faces and stole a kiss. “See how it comes in handy?”

  “Hmm.”

  “Do you have lube?”

  “Yes.”

  Matt ran his tongue along the seam of Calvin’s lips. “Excellent. Then it’s time to take this inside, don’t you think?”

  Calvin nodded and pulled away, opening the car door.

  It took Matt a moment to get his panting under control, then he opened the glove compartment, reached in and grabbed the folded strip of condoms he kept there, and got out of the car.

  Calvin was already at the front door turning the key in the lock. He flipped on a light in his front hallway and left the door open for Matt.

  When Matt stepped inside, Calvin was hanging his coat on a coat rack. He supposed he should be interested in seeing the inside of Calvin’s house, but right now all he really cared about was getting to the bedroom.

  He hooked his fingers into Calvin’s belt loops and pulled his ass snug against his crotch. Calvin let out a little gasp.

  Matt kissed Calvin just below his ear. “Bedroom?”

  “Um. You—don’t want a drink or something first?”

  “No, I just want you,” he whispered in Calvin’s ear, smiling at the goose bumps appearing on the man’s creamy bare skin.

  Calvin leaned back against him and tilted his head to give Matt better access to his throat. He couldn’t resist such an invitation, ran his tongue along the warm skin. His cock jumped against his briefs and he ground himself against Calvin.

  “Bedroom?” he repeated.

  “Uh-huh.” Calvin moved away and headed down the hallway, Matt following closely on his heels.

  When they got to the bedroom, Matt glanced around to see a queen-sized bed with a forest green quilt covering it, a computer desk with a laptop sitting on it and a chair in the corner, a plain wood dresser, a small one-
drawer end table next to the bed, and one of those standing mirrors that could be flipped over to be more magnified. He paid particular notice to the mirror, thinking of some future possibilities for it.

  Matt frowned when Calvin’s hand went to the light switch to flip it off. “Whoa, what are you doing?”

  Calvin turned a light shade of red. “I thought it might be better with the light off.”

  “No way, I want to see you when I fuck you.”

  The other man moved away from the light switch, but he looked nervous and uncomfortable.

  “What is it?”

  Calvin sighed. “All right, I guess you may as well see.” His fingers went to the buttons of his shirt and he slowly started to release them. He kept the shirt closed until he got to the bottom, and then he opened it to reveal the bare skin of his chest and stomach.

  Matt stared at the scars slashed across Calvin’s abdomen. For a moment, he couldn’t catch his breath and he felt light-headed. “My God.”

  Calvin turned away, leaving his back facing Matt. “Yeah, ugly huh?”

  He stepped over to Calvin and wrapped his arms around his middle, pulling him tight against him. “Nothing about you is ugly. What happened?”

  The man in his arms let out a shaky sigh. “My father attacked both my mother and me. He came home hallucinating from bad acid. His story was he thought we were possessed by the devil.”

  “Calvin,” he said softly, kissing his hair.

  Calvin nodded. “I was just seven so I didn’t understand why my dad was stabbing me. I guess he thought he killed me because he finally left me alone. Both my mom and I were still alive when the police and ambulances came. A neighbor called when she heard our screams. Anyway, as you already know, my mom died and they saved Barnaby. I ended up surviving but I spent some time in the hospital.”

  He swallowed hard. “Barnaby didn’t mention you’d been attacked.”

  “My grandmother and I didn’t tell him. He was lucky to have been born and we told him that.”

  “Didn’t he wonder at your scars?”

  “We just told him it was an accident I had. He didn’t really question it. Maybe he guessed, I don’t know.” Calvin leaned into him. “Most of the time I try to forget it all.”

  He turned Calvin to face him and placed a kiss on his lips. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. Did your grandmother get you counseling?”

  “Sure, for a while I talked to people. It helped some. I still had nightmares for years. Not so much anymore.”

  He hugged him tight. “I can’t imagine it.”

  Calvin nodded and pulled back. He smiled a little. “Still want to fuck me?”

  Matt lowered his mouth to his, kissing him deep and long until they were both breathless, and then when Calvin opened his mouth on a gasp, his tongue slipped in, tangling with his.

  He yanked on the sleeves of Calvin’s open shirt, pulled it off, and threw it. “Does that tell you?” His hands smoothed over Calvin’s nipples sending shivers through him. “How about that? Does that tell you?”

  Matt couldn’t remember wanting someone as much as he wanted Calvin at that moment. The man was the most gorgeous specimen he’d ever come across, but there was something that touched him about Calvin. From the first moment he’d seen him sitting alone in the cafeteria staring into a Styrofoam cup.

  And apparently, Calvin had very sensitive nipples, he realized with a grin. He bent down enough to swipe his tongue across first one and then the other, eliciting a loud moan from the trembling man.

  Though Matt didn’t consider himself a selfish lover, he didn’t think he was particularly generous either when it came to making sure whoever he was with had a good time. But with Calvin, he wanted to blow Calvin’s mind. And…something else, too.

  Leaving his teasing of Calvin’s chest somewhat reluctantly, Matt dropped to his knees. He undid Calvin’s belt and slowly unzipped his pants. He noted the man wore pristine white briefs just before he slipped his hand in and cupped the prominent erection.

  “Ah,” Calvin let out a deep moan that went straight to Matt’s cock. With his other hand Matt rubbed his dick through his slacks.

  He released his grip on Calvin’s briefs but only for the time it took to yank his pants down to his knees. Licking his lips in anticipation, Matt opened his mouth over the bulge in Calvin’s underwear.

  “Oh, fuck.”

  Matt smiled. There was something incredibly sexy about four-letter words coming from that sweet, angelic mouth. He sucked on the hard cock through the cotton. Calvin squirmed.

  Oh yeah, he could see himself wanting to tease and play with Calvin like this for hours. Unfortunately rubbing his dick made him just a bit crazed and his balls ached with the need to come.

  He moved his hands away from his own cock and pulled Calvin’s tighty-whities down to his knees where he’d left his pants. The man’s beautiful thick, red cock slapped him on the cheek.

  “Wow, that’s a thing of beauty,” he murmured.

  Calvin laughed, drawing Matt’s gaze to the man’s beautiful face. Calvin was looking down at him, his cheeks flushed pink, his plump lips begging to be kissed. And damn, Matt wanted to devour them…him. But first, he wanted the cock.

  He lapped up the pre-cum on the tip. Closing his eyes, he opened his mouth over the fat head, sucking gently. His hands moved to Calvin’s round ass, massaging the soft, warm skin there and briefly distracting him with thoughts of thrusting deep and hard between those cheeks.

  The image flashed through his head and he very nearly stopped to get up and do just that. He pushed it aside, for only a short time, and sucked Calvin’s cock in earnest, pushing it farther into his mouth.

  Little whimpers escaped Calvin’s lips, and his hands slipped into Matt’s hair, holding him there. His hips moved, fucking Matt’s mouth. Matt stuck a finger in his mouth as he sucked, liberally wetting it, and then scooted it around to Calvin’s hole, pressing in.

  “Matt.” Calvin groaned.

  Fuck. The sound of his name in that voice from those lips caused his own erection to push so painfully on his boxers, he reached down and blindly unzipped his slacks, pulling out his hard dick.

  “Matt, God, please, fuck me.”

  He needed no second invitation. Releasing Calvin’s cock with a pop, Matt stood, grabbed a foil packet from his front pocket, and shoved his pants down to his ankles. They were close enough to the bed, he pushed Calvin toward it.

  Calvin landed on his stomach on the edge of the bed, his pale round globes teasing Matt.

  He rolled the condom on his cock. “Lube?”

  “Um, over there,” Calvin said, starting to undulate toward the end table.

  “Don’t move,” Matt ordered. “I’ll get it.” He kicked off his loafers and shucked his pants and underwear and grabbed the lube out of the drawer. Matt knew he was going fast and maybe acting a little like an animal, but he didn’t care. His cock needed relief and he wanted to be thrusting between those perfect cheeks.

  He moved to stand behind Calvin, squirting a generous amount of lube over his fingers to slick his sheathed dick.

  “Hurry,” Calvin urged.

  Like he needed to be told that. He sloshed out more lube and inserted his fingers to stretch and prepare Calvin’s entrance. Letting out a shaky breath, Matt poised his aching cock at the other man’s hole and slowly pressed into it.

  Calvin pushed back, encouraging him without words. Matt slipped in all the way, balls-deep. For a moment, he stayed still, just loving the feel of Calvin’s snug ass surrounding his erection. But it was impossible to stay still for long, and he began the rhythm of pulling out and thrusting in, over and over.

  He wasn’t surprised to find Calvin was no passive bottom, but rather thrust back against him, riding his cock hard and fast. Matt practically saw stars, the sensation of Calvin squeezing him was so intense. He heard loud moans and knew they were coming from him. But damn—

  “Calvin, God.”

  He p
eeked around their joined bodies to watch as Calvin frantically stroked his dick, gobs of cum shooting out onto the quilt. The sight of Calvin coming, his teeth tugging on that full bottom lip, sent jolts of a red-hot release up his spine. He came with a low growl. Then he sagged against Calvin, catching his breath.

  “Lord, that was…”

  “Yeah.” He pulled out and moved off Calvin, not wanting to put too much weight on the other man. He sank to his knees next to the bed.

  Calvin yawned. “I didn’t realize I was so tired.”

  “I wore you out,” Matt said with a proud grin.

  Calvin chuckled. “Next time I get to wear you out.”

  Mat blinked, his interest immediately perking up. “Yeah?”

  “Oh, yeah. But now…sleep.”

  Chapter 6

  “How many lovers have you had?” Matt asked Calvin in the kitchen the next morning. Calvin had only pulled on a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and Matt wore one of his knee length robes. Matt’s arms were snugly wrapped around Calvin’s bare stomach and he kept nuzzling Calvin’s neck.

  Calvin scooped coffee into the coffeepot. He didn’t use it too often as he’d learned over the last several years that he preferred tea. Matt, however, wanted coffee. “Is this normal talk for coffee making?”

  He felt Matt shrug. “Who can say what normal is? It’s normal for us ‘cause I’m asking.”

  It had been strange waking up to another man lying next to him. Scratch that—lying practically on top of him. He’d discovered Matt liked to sleep cuddled, so he’d had the odd sensation of an arm wrapped around him the entire night. And apparently, even now the man was reluctant to let go. Matt was quite obviously an affectionate sort.

  “To be honest, I haven’t had very many,” Calvin admitted. “I’ve never been a player and mindless casual sex is not my thing.”

  “Hmm, well that sounds promising for me. So how many?”

  “My high school boyfriend, as I told you. And then I had a boyfriend for a while during my pre-med years.”

  “What happened with them?”

  He patted Matt’s arm to let him know he wanted to be released and Matt got the hint. He moved away to the sink and refilled his water filter pitcher. “Henry, that’s my boyfriend from high school, went up north to Berkley. Long distance didn’t really work well for what was essentially an immature high school thing anyway. The other one decided he wanted to date Barnaby instead of me.”