by Trina Solet
"No one is doubting your sincerity. We're just not right for each other." Wes stood up and moved into the living room.
Colin followed him. "The fuck we're not! If there was anyone else in the picture, I would think I wasn't good enough for you, I'm a loser with a sucky job..."
"Colin," Wes objected to his self-description.
"Those are just the facts. The good news is I have no competition, and that makes me look pretty damn good. In this corner we have me. In that corner, nobody. I'm running unopposed, I can't lose. Sooner or later you'll be all mine. But if a hot doctor or firefighter enters the picture, I'm screwed and not in a good way."
Wes wasn't convinced so Colin took both of his hands in his. "What's your biggest regret in life?"
Wes looked like he was thinking about it. Colin thought he might say that it was offering him money or maybe something else Colin didn't know about. Wes said, "I'm not sure I have any."
"I guarantee you, you will," Colin announced. "This. This right here and now will be your greatest regret in life."
Wes only stared at Colin. He didn't deny it. maybe he didn't regret propositioning him because it brought them together. Colin certainly didn't regret saying yes to him. If everything up till now led him to Wes, and anything took Colin away from him, the rest of his life would be lived in sadness and regret. Colin knew that without a doubt. The look in Wes's eyes told him he knew it too.
"There are so many better guys," Wes told him, still fighting him.
"It's you or no one. The best guy in the world can't compare to the one stupid guy I can't live without."
"Don't exaggerate."
"Don't dismiss me," Colin told him. He got very serious as he looked at Wes.
Wes squeezed his hands and spoke in a thick voice. "I'm not. I can't dismiss you. You're too important to me. Your every word and thought and breath matter to me more than anything."
The words stunned Colin. The air was knocked out of him. When Wes poured his heart out, he did it with a vengeance. For a moment Colin was in awe of how much he held inside while Colin spilled his guts all over the place.
"But I'm not allowed to feel the same way?" Colin said when he finally got his breath back and he wasn't too choked up to speak.
"What do you mean allowed? I can't stop you from being you."
"Damn right. You can't stop me from loving you."
For a moment, Wes only looked at him then he leaned in. "What can I give you?"
"You. And I don't need gift wrapping or warnings or promises of a perfect life. Just give me you." Colin knew he was extorting one more gift from him but he didn't care. He hooked one arm behind his neck and kissed Wes softly, begging, pleading, threatening him, all with that kiss. Pulling back for only a second so he could look at him, he dived in again, kissing Wes harder and deeper than he ever had before.
*
Feeling Colin's body hot and hard against him, Wes was helpless. He wanted Colin too much not to kiss him back. Wes wrapped him in his arms and kissed him as if he would devour him. This wasn't a gift Wes was giving him. It was a fulfillment of both their desires. The crash of their lips was painful, moaning, almost violent. Though they were after the same thing now, they still grappled and fought. The battle between them was still going on, transformed and charged with more sexual heat and more intensity than anything Wes could imagine.
He pushed Colin down on the couch and undid his fly. Colin gasped then groaned loudly as Wes freed his cock. As Colin was sprawled and stunned on the couch, Wes kneeled between his legs and slowly took his cock in his mouth. He couldn't stop to appreciate him or to think, or he would lose his nerve. He wanted to slow down and savor him, but he couldn't. All he wanted was Colin's come to flow down his throat. He wanted to hear him scream in ecstasy. He got his wish within minutes. Colin thrust deep into his throat and came with no warning, yelling out his orgasm like it hurt.
Wes looked up at him as he gasped and shuddered. Colin was looking down at him with a shaky smile. Once there wasn't a drop of Colin's come left, Wes moved up his body slowly until he was looking into his eyes. Wes licked up the dimple on his chin to his mouth. Opening his mouth for him, Colin moaned until Wes thrust his tongue into his mouth. As he held him, almost lifting him off the couch, Wes could feel his body relax with contentment. Their kiss slowed as Colin went limp, smiling up at Wes.
Colin looked dazed, barely conscious one minute then he was on Wes as fierce as ever. Reversing their positions, he pinned Wes to the couch, kissing him and grinding against him like he wasn't satisfied in the least. He was tearing at Wes's fly then groping him franticly when he couldn't get the zipper undone without Wes's cooperation. And Wes wasn't cooperating even when Colin ordered him to lift his damn hips.
"That was just something I wanted to do for you," Wes told him, trying to make him understand.
"And you think I'll let you get away with that? Hi, I'm Colin Rodman, and I'm going to have my way with you. Now cooperate," Colin told him as he tugged at his belt until Wes shifted to give him access.
Colin pushed up Wes's sweater and kissed down the ripples of his abs. Then he slowly unzipped him. Reaching in, Colin felt his cock through his boxers and moaned. He pushed apart his legs like he was angry about anything that stood in his way for even a second.
With his hand cupping Wes's erection, still in his boxers, Colin looked at him seriously. "Don't do what I did and shove it down my throat. I'm not equipped to deal with that."
"I would never do that," Wes assured him. Hardly anyone was equipped for that when it came to his cock. Colin' cock didn't fit down his throat comfortably either, but he had taken it gladly.
"I have no sex manners. Sorry."
"I liked it," Wes told him.
Colin smiled at him shyly. "I am going to make you feel so good," he promised huskily.
He felt Wes's cock grow even bigger and harder in his hand then he pulled it free.
"Damn, damn, damn."
"Are you worried?" Wes asked him.
"I'm in love," Colin said, stroking it with appreciation.
"With my cock? Are you ever going to make eye contact with me again?" Wes asked seeing how enthralled Colin was. And he was enthralled.
"Probably not," Colin informed him. He didn't take his eyes off it. "I could be sucking on this literally for hours."
"I doubt that. I'll probably come in record time."
"Ooh, a compliment. But seriously, try to hold out. I want the full experience," Colin told him. He was looking into his eyes now and he was unbelievably beautiful.
With one hand holding onto Wes's thigh, Colin gripped the base of his cock. Leaning over him, he opened his mouth around the head and wrapped his lips around it. Wes could feel the flicking of his tongue and he groaned. He watched mesmerized as Colin tried to get as much of his cock into his mouth as he could. He kept his tongue busy as Wes's cock went in deeper. Feeling his cock hit the entrance to his throat, Wes shuddered and gave Colin a warning look. Colin eased off slowly and opened his mouth to show Wes his cock against his tongue. Wes stroked his face softly and Colin got back to sucking.
He was no expert, but it didn't matter. This was Colin's mouth on his cock. It was spectacular. His mouth was like honey. His moans like an electric current. To finish him off, Colin clutched at his thighs for support as he bobbed furiously, his whole body getting into it. Colin licked up his come eagerly as Wes went out of his mind at the sight. The feelings coursing through him fried every nerve in his body.
Running his fingers through Colin's hair, Wes turned his flushed face up for a kiss. The kiss was like nothing he had ever experienced. He felt like Colin was a part of him. He looked at Colin to see if he felt it too. His lips were beautifully swollen, and Wes kissed them again.
Wes spent the rest of that night on the couch with Colin, fending him off. He gave him head again to try to calm him down and for other reasons. Colin wasn't as crazed as he had seen him. Most of the time he was content to lie agains
t Wes and watch Nosferatu and then Willem Dafoe playing Max Schreck playing Nosferatu. Wes occasionally felt that prickle at the base of his skull that horror movies evoked, but with Colin constantly trying to stick his hand down his pants, he was a little distracted.
The sweetest part of that night was when Colin finally ran out of steam and fell asleep against his shoulder. Wes's arm was around him loosely, but during the night, Colin snuggled up against Wes's chest. Wes wrapped his arms around him to hold him in place, to keep him right where he wanted him. Despite his lingering doubts, this was the most right Wes had ever felt in his life.
Chapter 14
The next day as he was looking forward to going home to Wes, Colin got caught in a downpour. The freezing rain drenched and chilled him to the bone, but he managed to keep his new phone dry and safe. That's what mattered. By the time he got home, his teeth were chattering. It felt like his wet clothes were going to freeze to him.
Once he got up to the apartment, he only poked his head into Wes's office to say hi before he went to change out of his wet things. Then he'd give Wes a proper greeting. Seeing the state he was in, Wes jumped up from his chair. He kind of looked mad. Colin didn't even get a chance to ask him why before Wes hustled him into the bathroom. He turned up the heat on the way and grabbed a stack of towels. He glared at Colin, who was soaked, icy cold and shivering. That wasn't a crime though.
"Get out of those clothes right now. What were you thinking getting wet when it's freezing out there?" Wes scolded as he stripped him.
"The rain falls on the just and the unjust alike," Colin protested through chattering teeth.
"Are you quoting the Bible to me?"
"No?" Colin said.
The attention was kind of nice even if Wes did wear a very grim expression. Clearly Colin's health and wellbeing were close to his heart.
"Why are you smirking?" Wes asked.
"You have your hands all over me, and you're asking me that?" Colin said.
That was only the truth. Wes was stripping him and rubbing any cold skin he exposed. What more could a guy ask for? At the mercy of Wes's strong, efficient hands, Colin was naked in no time. His nipples were hard as steel, but not any other part of him. Shrunk and shivering, he wasn't at his best so he didn't blame Wes for not being overcome and for not ravishing him right there on the bathroom floor. Wes rubbed him with a towel instead. Not letting Wes dry him off, Colin threw himself into his arms.
"You need to dry off and warm up," Wes told him.
"That's what I'm trying to do. Give me some body heat right now." He grabbed Wes around the neck and kissed him.
Wes pulled back frowning. "You're really cold," he told him. "That was like kissing an ice cube."
"I'm not flattered," Colin said as Wes rubbed him down roughly with a towel. "At least use your hands."
"You mean grope you."
"Yes, that's the stuff. Do it."
"I think you should have a hot shower," Wes said as he stopped drying his hair.
"I'm fine," Colin said finally taking his concern seriously. Then he threw himself into his arms again. Looking up at him, he waited. This time Wes put his arms around him. Colin smiled. "That's all I need."
Wes closed his eyes as Colin pressed up against him.
"You feel good," Colin told him.
Colin was already feeling warmer in his arms, not to mention hard. He hugged him tighter and heard Wes purr in his ear like a big cat. Wes rubbed his back wanting to warm him up and also feel him more fully. Colin could tell that his touch was more intimate now, but then he stopped.
"Sorry. I left in the middle of something I have to deal with. Take a hot shower," Wes said, kissed him quickly and went back to his office.
More like a cold shower. Colin grumbled as he took a shower, but decided not to jerk off in there for once. That was Wes's job now.
"I didn't notice it was raining or I would have come to get you in the car," Wes said when Colin went to bother him in his office.
"Car? What's this car?" Colin asked. This was the first he'd heard of it. He always figured Wes didn't have one.
"It's in the garage," Wes said. He was only half engaged in the conversation, or maybe less. He was busy typing while looking at all of his three monitors.
"Why do we walk everywhere in the middle of fucking winter?" Colin asked.
"I prefer to walk," Wes said like it was a perfectly reasonable answer.
"Why am I surprised? You prefer to have an empty fridge too. I think you just like to torture yourself," Colin told him and leaned against his desk.
Wes nudged him a little out of the way so his view of code or whatever wasn't obscured.
"The car is there if you want to drive it. I start it regularly so it shouldn't give you any trouble."
"How about you?" Colin asked him while inching closer. "You gonna give me trouble?"
"I have something to finish," Wes said while Colin got in his way by throwing one leg on the other side of his chair and straddling him. As Colin sat in his lap, Wes still reached around him, and not to do anything good. He was still fiddling with something for work.
"Hey, eyes on me, hands on me. This is boyfriend time," Colin informed him.
"I'll just tell my clients that my boyfriend was gyrating in my lap and that's why I couldn't get my work done."
"Sounds good to me. Brag about me to everyone," Colin said and leaned in to kiss him.
Wes raised his head and returned the kiss. His tongue slid around, twirling with his own. Colin felt it like a fist wrapped around his cock. It was crazy what Wes did to him. Colin rocked, grinding on Wes's cock still trapped in his jeans but giving him plenty of stimulation anyway.
"Your cock loves me," Colin said feeling it grow under him, bulging dangerously.
"All of me does," Wes said.
Colin was so stunned that he stopped grinding on him. Wes's hands were on Colin's hips, rubbing lightly.
"That's almost what I want to hear," Colin said. He was eyeing Wes, trying to figure out how close he was to saying a real I love you. "I'll ride you so hard you'll have to say you love me," he threatened.
"Not yet," Wes told him.
"That's OK. I can wait," Colin told him, but he was only letting him off the hook for the words not the deed. There were things that just couldn't wait, like his raging hard-on.
Sliding his hands under Wes's shirt, he stroked his powerful chest and pinched his nipples. That made Wes buck up and grind into Colin harder.
"I like having you in my power. Come on, you big polar bear, maul me."
Wes didn't need to hear it twice. He stood up lifting Colin with him and setting him on his feet.
"Let's do it on the desk," Colin said, but Wes just shook his head and started kissing his neck and groaning in his ear.
Colin pushed him back and pulled his sweater off. God, he was beautiful. Except for being so pale, he was perfect. But Colin didn't have time to feast his eyes on him. Wes pulled him close again. His deep, wet kiss almost knocked Colin off his feet. Wes's hands were rough on him, too strong to resist, groping every inch of him. The mauling left Colin shaking as his own hands bruised Wes's pale flesh. In desperation, Colin bit into his shoulder stopping just short of breaking the skin.
Colin wanted Wes cock in him so bad. "Fuck me," he said to Wes grinding into him.
"No," Wes growled at him and kept kissing him.
Wes kneeled in front of him and opened up his fly roughly. He was more gentle when he took his balls in one hand while using his tongue on the head of his cock. Wes handled his balls with a sure touch. His tongue played over them then each one went into Wes's mouth. Next Wes ran his tongue to the head of his cock. Colin moaned in frustration until Wes's mouth fastened on his cock, giving him some relief.
Under the influence of Wes expertly sucking on his cock, Colin fell back to lean against the desk for support. Wes pulled him forward so he could grope his ass. He then slid his finger down the crack and massaged Colin's hole
with his fingertip. Colin moaned and squirmed wanting it inside him dry or not. Wes let only the tip of his finger slip in and Colin was lost, pumping like crazy into Wes's mouth but not too far this time. Damn, it was hard to have any self-control when Wes was doing this to him. When Colin was ready to come, Wes's finger plunged deeper as he sucked faster and harder. He pulled Colin closer, taking him down his throat and making Colin cry out his name as he came.
Wes stood up and wrapped Colin in his arms. He was dazed for a while with Wes kissing his face and neck but not so out of it that he didn't grope for Wes's cock. He unzipped him. Watching that impressive column of flesh rise made his mouth water. He turned Wes and pushed him up against the desk. With his hands groping down Wes's body, Colin kneeled between his legs.
In front of him was a cock to make men drool, and Colin got to suck it and have it all to himself. He was one lucky son of a bitch. At first, he ran his hand over Wes's cock gently, like he wanted to soothe it. His raging erection only got harder under the teasing touch. Licking around the head, he got ready to take it in. He ran the tip over his lips and opened up for it. He worked what he couldn't fit in his mouth with his fist. He didn't spare himself. Moaning around Wes's cock, he tried to make up for his lack of experience and skill with hard work. Colin was desperate to make him last and to make him come. In the end he was rewarded with Wes's thunderous climax and then a hot kiss.
*
Though they had satisfied each other, Colin was back in his lap, less eager but still not letting Wes get back to work.
"And what can I do for you now?" Wes asked him.
"Say you love me," Colin said.
Wes said, "I love you" without missing a beat.
There was a lightning fast I love you from Colin and then a breath-stealing kiss. When Colin pulled back from the kiss he looked at Wes suspiciously.
"That was too easy. You didn't just say that so I would let you get back to work?" Colin accused him.
Wes smiled wickedly.
"That's just evil," Colin said, starting to get up. Wes pulled him closer to make him stay.