by Tara Lain
Luke let out a breath and pulled Alain close. “So, kitten, do you want to dance some more?” Funny how little he cared if Nicky was standing at the front entrance with a semiautomatic as long as Alain was happy.
Soft lips nibbled his ear. “No, I would rather go home and try those new positions.”
Whew. Had he ever known anyone this sexy? There was a guy he used to work with they called the sex god. He didn’t hold a candle to his heart-stopping kitten. “Lead the way.”
Alain took Luke’s hand and headed back toward the table at a fast pace. Killian and Blaine were just sitting down as they approached, and from the prominent poles in their trousers, both men had similar thoughts to his and Alain’s.
The kitten pulled Luke to the table. “Thank you so much, my friends. We are going to go home now, and Luke will teach me more about gay.”
Blaine sputtered, gave up the fight, and started laughing. “Those sound like the best kind of lessons. Working on your teaching degree, are you, Luke?”
What could he say? “PhD.” But they still had to get home safely. “If you two are leaving also, maybe we could walk out together?”
Killian looked up at him. Those shrewd blue eyes seemed to register some worry that must have shown on Luke’s face. “Of course we will.”
Another handful of bills hit the table, and Killian rose with Blaine behind him. As if they’d planned it, Killian stood on one side of Alain, and Blaine took the opposite. Luke stepped up behind, and like a phalanx guarding the prince, they casually marched their beautiful charge to the front entrance. Luke kept staring into the crowd. Which pair of eyes threatened?
Killian asked the bouncer-ish doorman for a cab. There were other people waiting, but something about Killian’s gorgeous face and bearing commanded obedience. The next cab that drove up, the big man motioned to Killian. Blaine got in first. Killian guided Alain in next, with a glance over his shoulder that sure looked like a warning to those assembled. Then he motioned to Luke. Luke crawled onto the seat beside Alain, and Killian hopped in and took the jump seat. He leaned back and gave the driver Luke’s address.
Luke nodded. “Thank you.”
Killian stared into Luke’s eyes. “Anytime, my friend.”
Blaine looked up. “Anytime.”
ALAIN WALKED into his bedroom.
Exhilarated. Anticipatory. And maybe a little frightened. How interesting. He didn’t get frightened very often… did he?
What would it feel like to have a member, a cock, in his back door? Would it hurt? On the computer, the men certainly appeared to be enjoying it mightily. They moaned and screamed, and the man on top pulled the hair of the man on the bottom. Playacting, he thought. But what a sense of connection it must be. Having such a connection with Luke would be splendid.
He pulled off his scarf and vest. He started to take off his jeans, then noticed the bulge. Big bulge. He smiled. His mind might be wary, but his body knew what it wanted. That could mean he had done this before.
He leaned down to take off his boots, and a scene flashed in his mind. A rushing stream, sunlight, fields of grain and flowers. Poised on his hands and knees, he stared over his shoulder and moaned and whimpered as he watched a beautiful young man in very poor dress push his member into Alain’s backside. Oh gods, it felt so wonderful. The rider slapped Alain’s ass and yelled something about mounting his nobleman, but all Alain wanted was for him never to stop.
He took a breath and caught himself from toppling over onto the bedroom floor. He had done it before and couldn’t wait to be back at it. He had to tell Luke.
With a yank of the zippers, he pulled both boots off and rolled down the skintight jeans and briefs, then pulled his T-shirt over his head. Nude, his huge erection stood out like a maypole—and he wanted to go a-courtin’.
He ran out the bedroom door and down the hall to Luke’s bedroom. Luke was just coming out of the shower all shiny and wet and sweet. Alain raced to him, grabbed him around the waist, and began to lick the water from his chest, his stiff member poking Luke in the belly.
“Holy crap, kitten. What got into you?”
“I remember. I am gay. I lay hunkered down beside a stream and let a stableboy fuck me until I couldn’t sit for weeks and didn’t care. Oh gods, Luke, I want to do it again.” Alain dropped to the floor. Luke’s cock was at half-staff. That would not serve. He took hold of the delicious member and pushed it into the back of his throat, then swallowed and swallowed.
Luke buried a hand in his hair and stilled him. “Easy, kitten, or I’ll shoot, and that cock won’t be any good to you for a while. It’s fine if you want to top me, but not if you want me on top.”
Alain pulled back. “You on top, please. Yes. Now, please.”
Luke smiled. “Yeah, that gigantic cock looks like it’s going to burst.”
Alain glanced down. His member shone red as the head stretched out of its hood. “It wants you so badly.”
“What position do you want? We can—”
“I want to be on all fours.”
“You sure? Face-to-face I can see that I’m not hurting you.”
“No. All fours.” He scrambled onto the bed and took the position. Hurry, hurry. He couldn’t help waggling. Why did the human take so long? Luke rattled in his bedside table. What was he doing? Then Alain watched Luke pull a sheath onto his member. “Is that customary?”
Luke frowned. “If you’ve done it before, I hope you used one. It’s to protect from disease.”
“I don’t know. Just hurry.”
Luke’s hand smoothed his skin. “Easy, kitten. We need to get you ready.”
“I’m ready!” He waggled some more.
“Hold on.” Something cool, wet, and much too small penetrated his back door.
He looked back. “What’s that?”
“A finger with some lube on it. Just relax. It’ll feel good.”
It did feel good. He arched his back and pushed against the intruder. But not good enough. “More.”
“Oooh, greedy cat.”
The finger pulled out. “Luke!”
“Hang on.” Something even cooler and nicely larger pushed in. Two fingers. “I’ll admit you’re very relaxed in there.”
What felt like a third finger took over the space. “Oh my. Unnnh. Yes. Good.” He shoved back harder. A blast of electrical pleasure lit up his balls. “Ohhhh! What was that?”
“Your prostate. Good?”
“Oh yes, gods, do it again.”
The fingers slid over that magic location again and again. Bolts of lightning flashed out from that spot into his already overloaded nerves. “Please, please.”
“Okay, sweetheart. I don’t know how, but you’re ready.” The fingers came out. Something big and blunt and warm took their place. He knew what it was. Oh, very fine. He pushed back, and Luke laughed. “Easy, kitten. Take this slow.”
Luke leaned over his back and kissed his skin. Very sweet, but what he needed was some fucking. Yes, fucking. Funny that word jumped to mind. He seldom said it, but the sound of that stableboy panting “fuck, fuck, fuck” as he penetrated Alain made him sweat. That English stableboy.
“Fuck me, Luke.”
“Oooh, my naughty kitten. Let’s do it. Stop me if it hurts.”
“I don’t care. Just fuck me.” Why did he feel this way? Desperate? He squeezed his eyes shut and saw a picture of two cats yowling and hissing as the male bit the female’s neck and shoved his cock in her. What if that one below was a male? What if it was him?
Wham. He shoved back and impaled himself on Luke’s cock. Burned like fire. Burned good.
Luke was panting hard, trying to hold back, but Alain didn’t want that. He pressed his head down against the bedsheet and popped his hips up for Luke to thrust into. “Puuuuuurrrrrrrr. Puuuurrrrrrr.”
“Oh, kitten. You’re amazing.”
He smiled. “I know.”
So good. So very good. He pushed up onto his straight arms and rocked back onto Luke�
��s perfect cock. Brilliant light bloomed in his head and flashed pictures in his mind like a movie. Him soaring through the air, screaming. But it wasn’t him, exactly. Flash. A black cat hammering the ass of a gray one. Flash. Killian and Blaine fucking wildly against a door. Flash. Him on the ground with his stableboy lying on top of him, rutting.
The images burst into a blaze of light. “Luuuuke. Oh gods.”
Luke reached under him and took hold of his member and began to stroke it. Hard. “Come, kitten. Come for me.”
“You too. Yes, you too.” His breath rasped.
He pounded back as Luke’s hand pumped a greater measure of joy than he had ever known. “Ohhhh.” He threw his head back. “Merrwawwwwwwrrrrrrrrrr.”
Luke hesitated over his back, and then his hips stuttered in short, hard thrusts. “Oh, oh. Oh. Yes!”
Alain’s body wouldn’t stop trembling and shuddering with ecstasy. He gasped and panted. Finally his heartbeat slowed. He blew out his breath. “Oh gods, this was destiny.” He collapsed on the bed, taking Luke down with him.
Luke’s chest still rose and fell rapidly against Alain’s back. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know exactly, except that I feel we were meant to be together.”
Luke stilled. “Uh, Alain. I think you’re pretty wonderful.”
“Yes.”
“But I’ve lived a very strange life, and I don’t know that I’m really capable of being ‘together’ with someone.”
Alain shook his head. “Hmm. Don’t worry. You’ll come to understand.”
“I don’t want you to get your hopes up or expect too much.”
Alain wiggled, and Luke pushed up off his back a few inches so he could turn over and look up into the stormy eyes. “I expect you only to be who you are, and I hope only for what is meant to be.”
“I guess that’s reasonable.”
Alain laughed. “You are such a human.”
Luke smiled. “And what, may I ask, are you?”
“Me? I’m your kitten.”
The sheet rustled, and Amelia pulled herself over the side of the bed. “Mew.”
Chapter Ten
THERE HE was again.
Nicky stood in the shadow of the building across the street and watched the kid come out of the vet clinic carrying plastic bags. Balls, if his pal who saw Luke at the party the other night hadn’t told him about this beauty, he might have missed him. Hard to believe anyone was prettier than Luke, but this kid set a whole new standard.
Have to get myself some of that.
He glanced at his watch. Eleven thirty. Pretty boy must be hungry. He’d watched Luke drive away about five minutes ago. Maybe he’d gone out on a lunch date and left the beauty behind. Nicky grinned. He could make up for that. After dumping his bags in a trash receptacle on the side of the building, the boy walked back into the clinic.
Nicky hurried across the street and through the door of the building. A sparse, kind of pleasant place, but no sign of the kid. Damn. A woman pushed through a door that seemed to lead into the back of the clinic. She was huge, bigger than Nicky, with linebacker shoulders and midlength blonde hair.
She smiled. “Can I help you?” She gave him the old once-over, probably wondering where his pet was.
“Hi. My name is Nich—olas. I’m an old friend of Luke’s. Is he here?” Good move. Asking to see him made it unlikely that he’d be hiding his identity.
It worked. “I’m so sorry. He left for an appointment. I don’t expect him back for a few hours.”
Perfect. “That’s what I get for taking a chance. I was looking forward to meeting his friend. He said he had”—he grinned, showing lots of great Italian teeth—“somebody new in his life.”
She frowned. “You mean Alain? I didn’t know he’d told anyone about him.”
“I was supposed to go to that big club opening last night, and Luke said I’d get to meet him there. But I was called away at the last minute. Oh well, my loss.” He turned toward the door. “Thanks anyway.” He walked and held his breath at the same time. She was going to let him leave, the bitch.
“Pardon me, Madeline. Where is that new food for—oh, excuse me.”
Nicky turned. She-it, up close the guy was even more beautiful. “Well, this is good fortune. You must be Alan.”
“Alain.”
“Sorry. Luke just said it once.” He stepped forward with his hand extended. “Hi, I’m Nicholas. I’m a friend of Luke’s. I was supposed to hook up with you two last night at the club, but I missed you.”
The kid smiled. Wow. The slightly crooked teeth just made the perfect face even better. He could sell this kid to every client he had who liked them pretty. “He didn’t mention you.”
“And then I missed him today too. I was going to offer to take you two to lunch.” He stepped back and splayed his hands. “I’m striking out all over.” Play this right. “Hey, any chance I could take you to lunch? Get acquainted?”
The kid looked at the big blonde. “I have work. Sorry.”
“Sure, I understand.”
The woman smiled. “Go ahead, Alain. I’m here, and Amy’s coming in to do some filing, so we’ll be covered.” She looked at Nicky. “If you want to.”
The beautiful guy stared at Nicky intently, then gave a little smile. “Of course, I’d love to know more about Luke’s friends.”
Home run! “Great. We won’t be long.” Much.
Alain looked down at his jeans and T-shirt, then at Nicky’s green suit. “Can I go like this?”
“You look great.” First true thing he’d said.
The boy waved. “See you later, Madeline. If Luke gets back, tell him I went to lunch with his friend Nicholas.”
All the more fucking reason to hurry. He better take him straight to the apartment. Luke didn’t know that location. He pushed open the door, looked around to be sure Luke baby wasn’t back, and grabbed the kid’s arm to cross the street. “My car’s over here.”
“Oh, are we going far?”
“Not very, but I have some important stuff to tell you about Luke, and I want to have a quiet place to do it.”
“I see. So this is more than lunch?”
“Kind of.” He glanced at the kid, but he seemed to be going along. Nicky held the door, and Alain climbed into the passenger seat and buckled up. Yeah, you couldn’t be too safe. He smiled.
He backed out and hit the crosstown traffic. Alain stared out the window like he hadn’t seen cars before. Still looking out, he asked, “What do you want to tell me about Luke?”
“It’s some pretty heavy shit, so let’s wait until we get to my place.”
“All right.” That high, slightly raspy voice sounded perfectly calm. This kid might be beautiful but maybe not so bright.
They caught a break, and he was pulling into the apartment underground car park in ten minutes. Without a fucking thought, the kid got out of the car, smiled while traveling up in the elevator, and then walked into Nicky’s place of business like a lamb to slaughter.
Inside, Nicky quietly locked the door and led Alain into the living room. The black velvet couches caught his eye, and he ran a hand over the fabric. “Soft.”
“Want a drink?”
“Do you have champagne?”
“Yeah. I can open a bottle.”
“That will be lovely, thank you.”
Dumb—but he had expensive taste. Nicky walked into the small galley kitchen and opened a split of champagne. He poured one glass for Alain and one for himself. When he walked back into the living room, the kid was sitting on the couch with one arm along the back and his long legs crossed. Nicky handed him the champagne.
“Thank you.”
Nicky sat opposite him on the other long couch.
Alain smiled and sipped. “So what is this important information you want to give me? The heavy shit?”
Jesus, was this one of those old-time comedies? The kid seemed like he was at his best friend’s house. “Well, here it is. Luke
owes some people a lot of money. People who get their money from my business.”
“And what is your business, Nicholas?”
“We’ll talk about that in a minute, but what you need to know is these guys are going to kill Luke if he doesn’t pay up. Now I’m guessing he’s not raking in the dough at that pet vet place, right? So he’s in grave danger.” Loved that word “grave.” He’d heard it in a Tom Cruise movie.
The boy sipped. “Ah, I see. So he must make money some other way.”
“Hey, exactly. Now Luke used to be my best boy, right? He made me a mint. But he’s a little older now and probably not so open to the fucking-and-sucking business.”
Alain sipped like it was no big deal. “Of course, fucking and sucking. He is very talented in that way.”
Nicky winked. “You oughta know, right?”
Alain gazed at him.
“So I was thinking you could help your friend out. I’ve got clients who would pay a major mint for you. You could earn back that money in no time.”
“Fucking and sucking.”
“Yeah, and being charming. Maybe dancing a little. No investment required. I’ll supply all the clothes and such. You just do the job. Sell them a little champagne, a little powder. You’d be putting money in Luke’s bank.”
“I see.”
“But of course you can’t tell Luke, because he’d want to do it himself rather than you, I’m sure. He’d be jealous. But that’s stupid, right? After all, it’s just business.”
“And I owe him so much.”
“Well, there you are. Even more reason to get him out of this grave jam.”
“And when would you want me to start?”
Better and better. “I was thinking tonight. I’ve got this big party coming, and there’s going to be a bunch of boys. I’ll bet if you played along, we could even convince one of these rich guys that they were popping your butt cherry. You look so innocent and all. You know, just scream and yell a lot and then get all into it and claim it’s the best thing that ever happened to you.”
“I’m sure I can do that.” Man, was this kid calm. The beauty looked around. “May I use your bathroom?”