Weekend Boyfriend

by KyAnn Waters

  “Are you sure? The friend, whatever her name is, has a nice rack.”

  Joel laughed. “I’m an ass man. It’s too late.” He smiled at the girls. “Hi.”

  “Hi,” they said in unison.

  Asher swiveled to face Joel then stepped in front of him. Before Joel could react, Asher wrapped his fingers around the nape of Joel’s neck. Joel sucked in a quick breath as Asher’s lips crushed against his.

  Joel froze, yet his mind whirled in a thousand directions. Asher was kissing him. His lips were firm…demanding. His tongue flicked against Joel’s mouth. Hot, sexy but foreign. Asher was kissing him. Sliding in closer, touching, slanting his head and pushing into Joel’s mouth.

  Asher was kissing him!

  Joel’s lips parted.

  Asher kissed him deeper.

  Then Joel was kissing Asher! Tongue gliding along tongue. Wet, intense, hot…strong and aggressive. Asher kissed like a man. He was a man. But he tasted good. Before this weekend, Joel never would have expected to feel his cock thicken from kissing a man, yet warmth rushed into his groin.

  Kissing him back, taking a bit of control, Joel thrust his tongue into Asher’s mouth. He took a step closer, but the motion was awkward, and Asher stumbled. Joel dropped his drink and gripped Asher’s hips, locking them together.

  A groan ripped from Asher as he rocked his pelvis into Joel’s. Holy shit, his cock was just as hard. Flurries exploded in Joel’s gut. And the kissing continued. Breathing though his nose, Joel feared a breath would break the kiss. He wasn’t ready to give up the taste and texture of Asher’s mouth.

  Finally, Asher smiled against his lips. He put a few inches between their faces. “Are they gone?”

  Joel trembled, every nerve, every breath tuned to Asher. “Huh?”

  “The girls.” Asher raised his brows. “Are they still behind us?”

  Joel refocused, glancing over Asher’s shoulder. No one seemed to notice or care that two men were kissing. He didn’t know what the girls thought. “They’re gone.”

  “I doubt they’ll come around us again.” Asher stepped back and took a long sip of his drink. He seemed perfectly fucking calm. Joel felt all control stripped away.

  Should he be pissed? Asher had kissed him to discourage a couple of hotties? Isn’t that what girls did to discourage guys? Guys didn’t go to the bathroom together…unless they were Asher. They didn’t share a bed…oh, except if they were Asher. And apparently kissing, touching and groping—Joel had wanted to grope—were all inconsequential.

  The hell it was. Kissing Asher had meant a whole lot more than that to Joel. He just wasn’t sure what exactly.

  “You okay?” Asher handed his drink to Joel. “Here.” He glanced down to the broken shards of glass. Joel’s drink had evaporated and soaked into the ground.

  “I’m fine.” He took the drink, downed most of it then handed it back.

  “Are you pissed?”

  Joel thought about it for less than a second. “Yep, I am.” He turned and walked away.

  Asher set the glass on a table and jogged to catch up. “I’m sorry.” He quickened his pace to keep up with Joel’s long stride. “I didn’t think. I shouldn’t have kissed you. I just did what I always do.” He reached for Joel’s arm then snatched his hand back. “Would you slow down and talk to me?”

  “No, because if we talk, I’m likely to say something I’ll regret.” They rounded the corner of their building. Joel fished the keycard from his pocket and slid it through the lock. The door clicked, but the damn hotel hinges wouldn’t allow Joel to shove it open or slam it closed.

  “Don’t have regrets.” Asher came in and ripped his shirt off. “Say whatever you want.”

  “Be like you?” Wasn’t that exactly what Joel had been trying to do. But no, he didn’t have the courage to act on erotic impulses, not when it came to his hidden desires for Asher.

  “At least, I wouldn’t have to wonder what you’re thinking.”

  He’d have to continue to wonder because Joel wasn’t ready to confess anything. “Assume that my thoughts are my own.”

  “Fuck.” Asher flopped onto the bed. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

  The tone said it all. Asher wasn’t sorry. He never was. “I know you too well. You’re too good. You can tell someone to fuck off in a way that they think they’ve been complimented. You didn’t have to kiss me if you didn’t want to.”

  Asher leaned up on his elbows. His frown lifted into a smile and he laughed. “And you’re point is?”

  Joel stared at Asher. “My point is lost on you.” The point is that since we started this vacation, all we’ve done is flirt. Kissing wasn’t flirting. He had a sick, rolling feeling in his gut. Not because of the kiss, but because it didn’t mean anything. Today, right now, kissing wasn’t all Joel wanted. And that scared the shit out of him. “I’m taking a shower.”

  He stormed into the bathroom and swung the door hard. It closed with a soft click. Why couldn’t he slam a damn door when he needed to? He turned on the spigot, stripped out of his clothes, stepped into the cool spray and waited for the water to warm. But the cold water didn’t have any affect on his cock. He was hard, pissed-off, turned-on, ready-to-explode aroused. He curled his fingers around his dick in a firm grip and waited for the head to darken. Then he released the pressure of his grip. Blood surged into the shaft. Joel closed his eyes, the pleasure familiar and euphoric. He didn’t want to fondle and caress his cock, he wanted to fuck, and if it had to be with his fist, it was still going to be rough and hard.

  Joel dipped his head under the warming water. With one hand, he pinched off the sac and with the other, he gave his cock several hard strokes. Shivers rippled up his spine and his balls tightened.

  The door opened and he froze.

  “I think we need to finish our conversation.”

  “Not now.” He couldn’t face Asher, not when he was riding the edge of volatile. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to fight…or fuck. Actually, he wanted to fight because he wanted to fuck.

  “Joel.”

  The one word, spoken softly, seeped into Joel. He bowed his head but didn’t release his cock. He held tight and fought the internal battle. How did he admit what he wasn’t ready to acknowledge to himself?

  “Joel, I’m gay.”

  Joel glanced toward the voice but could only see the shadowed silhouette of Asher through the shower curtain.

  “I kissed you because I wanted to…because I’ve wanted to for a long time. I just used those girls as an excuse.” The silhouette crossed to the commode, dropped the seat and sat. “We’ve always flirted and joked. I know for you it was just in fun, but not for me. I used sarcasm to cover what I couldn’t tell you. God, there have been so many times that I thought for sure you’d figured me out. I still can’t believe you never knew.”

  Joel hadn’t even guessed. Why would he? Asher had girlfriends. “You date a lot of women.”

  “Not that many. And only with you. It’s easier to hang out with my best friend if I have a date, too.”

  “But you fuck them.”

  A soft chuckle rumbled from Asher. “Yeah, I have fucked my share. I like girls, I’ve never been in love with one.”

  Joel couldn’t breathe. Steam filled the bathroom but the heat in Joel’s gut was making him sweat.

  “I’m sorry.” This time, Asher did sound sorry. “I made a mistake. But these last two days have been different between us. You’ve been different. And I thought maybe you were seeing me as more. I took a chance. I had to, but now…” He sighed. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve known.”

  “Should’ve known what?” That Asher hadn’t misread the signals that Joel hadn’t realized he was giving off, but signals he was certainly feeling. He’d been hot for Asher since before they boarded the plane.

  “I know you’re straight. Kissing you wasn’t fair, and the last thing I’d want to do is jeopardize our friendship.” He stood. “I’ll find something to do tonight, and I
’ll be back tomorrow when it’s time to leave for the airport.”

  “I’m not asking you to leave.” He didn’t want Asher to leave. His heart pounded and his cock throbbed. Asher had wanted to kiss him, which implied that there was more than friendship, although he hadn’t come out and claimed love. Joel trembled, yet surged with sexual energy. Could he have more with Asher? Did that make him gay? Duh, of course wanting to fuck another man made him gay. But this was Asher and being with Asher felt good. The kiss had felt good. And knowing Asher wanted him was a total turn-on.

  “I can’t be here. I need to leave.”

  Joel’s swallowed hard. “Stay.”

  “Why?”

  The word was more than a question. Joel hadn’t given more than a veiled invitation. He closed his eyes, took a steadying breath and slid open the shower curtain.

  Asher’s gaze roamed over Joel’s body, pausing for two thunderous heartbeats on Joel’s cock then rising to meet Joel’s eyes. Joel took a step to the side. He wanted Asher but the request was still silent.

  “Joel?”

  “I want you to kiss me again.”

  Asher stepped into the shower fully dressed. He wrapped his arms around Joel, held him close and claimed his lips. Without subtlety and without patience, he ravaged Joel’s mouth, lips and tongue. Joel tasted the hunger in Asher, was nearly taken to his knees by the intensity. Thoughts were impossible as he slipped deeper into the intoxication.

  A low moan rumbled from his chest as he kissed Asher back with equal ferocity.

  Asher held Joel immobile with his kiss. Then Asher’s hand skimmed down Joel’s back, over his hip, and around to cup his buttocks. Hot water sluiced over them, steam surrounding them.

  And Asher continued to kiss him, tilting his head left then right. Mouths opened and tongues tangled, lightly sucking then exploring. Teeth clinked together.

  Twining his tongue around Asher’s, Joel slowed the kiss, tasting Asher with sweet finesse. He rested his hands on Asher’s hips and smiled against Asher’s lips. “I could’ve waited until you undressed.”

  Asher pulled away, putting a few inches between them and glanced down. Water streamed from his soaked shorts. “I couldn’t.” His hand moved close to Joel’s erection.

  Joel sucked in a quick breath. And then Asher had his fingers curled around the hard stalk of Joel’s cock. His hand was strong and warm. Joel gasped. His cock flexed and his balls tightened. Asher grazed his thumb over the tip and every nerve in Joel’s body pulsed. Flashes of pleasure splintered through him—cock, balls, and buttocks hot and quivering. His anus clenched. “Ah, hell.”

  “I’ve waited for this…for you for so long.” He kissed Joel again, combing his fingers through Joel’s hair and maneuvering Joel’s head exactly where he wanted it. Bare chest slid against bare chest.

  Joel’s nipples tightened and his cock kicked against the raspy fabric of Asher’s shorts. He wanted Asher’s dominance, needed him to take control of their mouths so Joel could focus on getting Asher out of his shorts. He slipped the button loose. As he fumbled with the zipper, his knuckles brushed Asher’s cock. Joel froze.

  Asher’s cock was hard. Why did that surprise him? His cock was so hard that he hurt.

  “I want more than a kiss,” Asher whispered.

  Joel snapped his gaze to Asher’s. Then Joel smiled. “I know what you want.”

  Asher returned the smile. For as long as Joel could remember, Asher had voiced what he wanted. Joel had always assumed it was a joke when Asher had asked him to suck his dick. Could he? He finished unzipping Asher’s shorts and they dropped to the bottom of the bathtub. Yesterday when he’d glimpsed Asher’s cock, he’d been intrigued. Now he was mesmerized.

  Asher’s cock was as dark and beautiful as the rest of him. Water left him glistening and soaked the nest of curls surrounding the base. A heavy pouch held his balls and veins roped the length of his cock. A perfect slit cut the blunt, reddened head. More water flowed over the hole, washing away any seeping fluid of arousal.

  Would Asher have a taste? Joel thought about closing his lips over the crown, pillowing the head of Asher’s dick against his tongue. His heart raced and his hands trembled. The shower would wash any taste away. It was just the thought of sucking a dick that had his gut tight. But his cock hardened further. This wasn’t any cock. This was Asher. The kisses were hot. Knowing he could pleasure Asher, give him head and make him come sent flares of heat unfurling through Joel.

  Locking gazes with Asher, he dropped to his knees and wrapped his fingers around Asher’s cock. This was the first time he’d touched any cock but his own. Smooth hot skin covered the steely strength beneath. Asher’s cock was big, long and thick. But it was just flesh. Joel took a breath. He could do this. Not just for Asher, but for himself. To finally act without fear. Okay, so he was terrified. He was about to suck another man’s dick. There was no undoing what he was about to do…and he was going to give Asher a blowjob. Where they went from here, he couldn’t guess. He didn’t want to. He could enjoy the moment—or fear it. With Asher, he didn’t have to fear anything. No one knew him better.

  “It’s okay, Joel.” Asher’s fingers softly tunneled into his hair. “You don’t have to do anything.”

  The words weren’t needed. Joel trusted Asher, but more than that, Joel trusted what he’d been feeling since they’d begun this wild weekend. He leaned forward and sealed his lips around the crown.

  “Oh, fuck,” Asher’s head fell back and his grip on Joel’s head tightened. A strangled moan tore from his lips.

  Joel hesitantly let his tongue dance over the spongy softness and flick against the hole. He couldn’t taste anything but water from the shower and clean flesh. Widening his mouth, he swallowed more of Asher’s cock. As a man, he knew what he liked. Wrapping his fingers around the base, he squeezed the shaft and worked his mouth up and down the length. A little harder. A little faster.

  Asher clutched his head. “Ah, fuck. Take it slow or I’m going to come too fast.”

  Joel lifted his gaze as Asher stared down. He sucked the length as he pulled back, then he curled his tongue along the defined ridge, licked across the head, then rubbed the tip of his tongue against the frenulum on the underside of the glans. He licked down the length, burrowed between his legs, and sucked one of Asher’s balls into his mouth.

  “I’ve wanted to see you like this for a long time. I’d imagine my hands in your red hair, my dick sliding down your throat.”

  Joel used Asher’s words as instructions. He slid his lips down the length, rolling his tongue along the hot, hard flesh and pulling back. Slow and soft, the way Asher liked it.

  “I’d lie in bed—thinking about you—and stroke my dick until I’d rubbed it raw. I’d imagine you just like this.” He slowly pistoned his hips, driving his cock in and out of Joel’s mouth. “But then those fucking green eyes of yours would condemn me for lusting after my best friend and fuck with my fantasy.”

  Joel closed his eyes.

  “No, look at me.”

  Joel did.

  “Your eyes scare the shit out of me.” He smiled. “I’m always afraid you’ll see more than I want you to. And secretly I hope you will.”

  Thinking back, Joel couldn’t remember a time when Asher had ever made him uncomfortable. Even when teasing and through all the sexual innuendo, Asher had only made Joel feel good. They laughed. They teased. They were everything best friends should be. He pulled back. “I never knew.”

  And if he had, would he have been ready to deal with a physical, sexual attraction to Asher? Probably not.

  He was now.

  Wanting to show Asher how he felt, he closed his mouth over the head again. He sucked, licked…devoured his cock. Slurping sounds filled the enclosed space. Steam shrouded them in an erotic mist. One fist slicked along the thick, hard length, and with the other, he cupped and tugged on Asher’s balls, rolling them in the sac.

  Asher pumped his hips, his moans an audible attestation o
f the pleasure he was feeling.

  Tracing the perineum with a fingertip, Joel slid closer to Asher’s hole. He grazed the wrinkled rosette.

  Asher tensed and groaned. “Yes,” he hissed.

  Joel pressed against the pucker with his middle finger. Wet from the shower, he easily pushed into Asher to the first knuckle. Asher’s legs trembled. His grip on Joel tightened.

  With a slow steady push, he plunged his finger deep. Using only his mouth on Asher’s cock, he closed his eyes as Asher fucked his face. He held onto the back of Asher’s thigh, trailing his fingers from thigh to calf and with his other hand, he thrust his finger in and out of Asher’s ass, grazing his prostate with each deep penetration.

  Muscles bunched and flexed in Asher’s legs. His hips bucked and abdominals clenched. Joel recognized the signs. Asher was going to come. Could he swallow? The thought swam in his brain for a split second. Yeah, he was going to swallow. His stomach did a tumble. He was going to swallow because this was Asher and he wanted to finish. Wrapping his mind around the decision, he told himself he could do it. He was already giving head—and liking it.

  Relaxing his throat, he waited for the splash of cum. Sucking, massaging the length with his lips, he continued the momentum. Asher had to be close. Fast breaths, and faster pumps of his hips. Joel inserted a second finger with the first into Asher’s hole.

  “Fuck.” Asher’s jaw clenched. He gripped the base of his dick, ripped it out of Joel’s mouth and shot. Veins bulged in his arms as he milked his cock through orgasm. Streaks of cum spurted from the head, splashing Joel’s torso and face.

  Joel slapped a hand to his chest, smoothing the cum into his skin. Asher stared down, his body heaving from release. Joel opened his mouth. As water poured from the shower, he tasted Asher’s cum still clinging to his lips.

  “My fantasies never had you looking at me like this.”

  Joel stood. He wrapped his arms around Asher and sealed their mouths. He kissed him deeply. Hard body to hard body. He sucked his lower lip as Asher kissed his upper. Tongues swirled together in a dance of taste and retreat.