A Little Side of Geek

by Marguerite Labbe

  He waited in silence, wishing he could say something to help other than “I’m sorry.” It seemed so inadequate at moments like this. Finally, Theo lifted his head and dashed the back of his hand across his eyes. “I’m sorry. I don’t go all to pieces like this.”

  Morris squeezed his shoulder again. “You don’t have a damn thing to be sorry for. Sometimes you’ve got to let it all out. I’ve done it. Hell, most guys have whether they’ll admit it or not. How long have you been keeping that all in?”

  “A long time.” Theo heaved a sigh. “A very long time.”

  “Then maybe it was past time.” Morris fiddled with the hem of his kilt. He wasn’t sure he liked the thought of Theo being alone right now. But he also didn’t want to take advantage of whatever emotional state Theo was in. He didn’t want to send him the wrong message. Morris slid his arm around Theo’s shoulders and tried to inch closer, but the plastic chairs were not meant for cuddling.

  Theo looked up at him. “Invite me back to your place. Please.”

  Morris’s heart began to pound. Slowly he stood up and held out his hand. “Do you want to come downstairs with me?”

  “Yeah.” Theo took his hand and rose, catching Morris in a rough embrace. He kissed Morris, his mouth hungry, leaving Morris no doubt as to his intentions. His pulse pounded, and his knees went weak.

  “You sure about this?” Morris asked as he pulled back, breathing heavy. He hoped Theo was, because he was aching to feel Theo stretched out naked with him, to hold him. He tried telling himself it was hormones and his heart wasn’t engaged, but he didn’t quite believe that.

  Theo caught his face between his hands and nipped his lower lip. “Yeah… I’m sure.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  THEO FELT wrung out like an overused dishrag, but the knots twisting and tightening inside of him had begun to unravel. And kissing Morris felt right. It felt so damn good. Theo was desperately greedy for more of something that felt right and good after today.

  Still holding on to each other, Morris steered him in the general direction of his apartment. “I was really hoping you’d say that,” Morris said in a breathless whisper.

  They somehow managed to make their way down to Morris’s place in between stealing more kisses and half stumbling over each other. Morris paused at the door, a pained expression crossing his face as he shot Theo a searching glance. Theo’s stomach dropped. He’d changed his mind about taking this a step further. “What is it?”

  “My bedroom’s a mess,” Morris said with an embarrassed grimace.

  Theo nuzzled closer. He could handle a mess. Morris changing his mind about letting him in was another matter. “What level of a mess? Are we talking nuclear holocaust level or more like a natural disaster level?”

  “I’m fairly certain it’s safe to be naked if you haven’t been inoculated,” Morris replied with a slight smile. “But I’m not making any guarantees.”

  “Then I’m willing to risk it. Wait,” Theo said as Morris started to open the door. Morris paused and looked back curiously. The outside light slanted across his high cheekbones and the elegant sweep of his brow. Theo really wanted to kiss him again. “Do you have any condoms?”

  “Right next to the hazmat suits,” Morris assured him, his eyes going hot as he tugged Theo into his apartment.

  Personal responsibility, check. Before Theo could offer any pithy comeback, Morris was kissing him again. Oh God, good. Theo didn’t have to think anymore; he could just feel.

  He kicked the door shut behind them and tugged off Morris’s shirt, throwing it somewhere in the vicinity of the counter. He touched him with greedy hands, skimming them over Morris’s long torso and the broad expanse of his back. Those tight T-shirts he favored ought to be illegal. He smelled so damn good, and his skin was smooth and warm. Theo couldn’t get enough of him.

  Morris pinned him against the counter, gripping the hem of Theo’s shirt. “We really have to make time for this more often,” he said, easing his hands under Theo’s shirt.

  “Agreed.” Theo nibbled on Morris’s earlobe, smiling as he leaned into Theo with a soft moan. Then Morris exploited Theo’s own weak spot, trailing his warm lips down Theo’s throat. Theo groaned and maneuvered Morris toward the bedroom. He wasn’t against kitchen sex, but he wanted something more comfortable than the deck of a boat, or the length of a small couch, or the hard edge of a kitchen counter.

  They got as far as the hallway when Morris finally managed to untangle himself long enough to yank Theo’s shirt off. He tossed it aside with a soft laugh. “I cleaned this place today, and now we’re leaving a trail of clothes throughout the house.”

  “We’ll pick up in the morning.” Theo pushed Morris against the wall and pinned him there with another kiss. “Hold on. I have been dying to do this for a long time now.” He slid his hands up the back of Morris’s legs, under his kilt. “Very nice,” Theo murmured as he gripped Morris’s ass. He laid his head against Morris’s chest, listening to his heartbeat, and slipped his hands down the back of Morris’s underwear for another grip. “Oh yes, very nice.”

  Morris laughed and kissed the top of Theo’s head. “Was it everything you wished for?”

  Theo nodded against his chest. “Give me a moment. This is a dream realized.” If Theo had the power, he’d make it so all men had to wear kilts. He never realized he had this fetish until he met Morris.

  “I’m sure you’ll have another chance. I promise.” Morris unzipped Theo’s pants and inched lower to take them off. “But you’re hindering my efforts to get you naked, and I want to make sure my memory didn’t lie to me about how sexy you are.”

  Reluctantly, Theo let go of him, stripping the underwear off him, and undid the wide belt around Morris’s waist as he kicked out of his pants. Morris’s eyes gleamed as he watched Theo undress. “That’s what I’m talking about.” They left the rest of Theo’s clothes behind and finally made it to Morris’s bedroom door. Morris paused, his hand on the knob. “How come you’re buck-assed naked and I’m only missing my underwear and shirt?”

  “Are you complaining?” Theo asked, sliding his hand along Morris’s thigh and inching the kilt up.

  Morris looked Theo over with a greedy gaze, and the corner of his mouth tugged up in an appreciative smile. “Hell naw.”

  Theo snorted, and Morris lifted his gaze again. “I’m wondering how far you are going to carry your fondness for my kilt. Are you planning to screw me while I’m still wearing it?”

  Theo’s cock throbbed at that thought, and he raked his gaze over Morris. “I hadn’t considered it, but now that you mention it… I might.” He fisted his hands in Morris’s hair as he gently tugged his head down for a heated kiss. “I love the way your legs look in it. It really gets me going.”

  “You keep this up and I might insist you wear nothing but an apron,” Morris said, fumbling the door open. “Or maybe assless chaps.”

  “For you, I would.” Theo followed Morris inside and had the impression of belongings on the floor and an unmade bed, but those were forgotten as soon as they hit the mattress. “Fuck, I want you so damn bad, Morris.”

  He ached with it. Not just desire, but being with him. He had it bad.

  Morris’s artist hands slid over him, teasing, stoking the fire as Theo crouched over him. “Less talk, more doing it.”

  Good point. Theo would compliment him on his wisdom as soon as he was done kissing him. Morris’s mouth was warm and inviting, his body hard and long and so fucking sexy. Theo loved the rough, scratchy feel of his thin dreds, the scent of shea butter and Old Spice, and the shape of his mouth.

  He was falling for Morris, hard. When everything else in his life was so difficult… Morris was easy, natural, like a missing piece fitting right into place so smoothly.

  Morris moaned as Theo pulled away. “Seriously, if I don’t get naked soon, I might blow a blood vessel. I want skin to skin.”

  Theo laughed softly and knelt up. “Condoms, lube?” He glanced over
at the nightstand covered in mugs and books, moonlight glinting over the hodgepodge and not a glimmer of what he wanted to see.

  “Hold on.” Morris twisted around, his kilt raking up one long thigh as he searched on the floor near his bed.

  “Mmm.” Theo inched the kilt up farther, exposing the bottom of Morris’s ass, the plump cheeks and sexy-as-fuck cleft. Theo’s cock jumped. That was the sexiest sight he’d ever had the pleasure to witness. He ran his palm over his cheek as Morris looked back at him, his lips curved in amusement. “Yes, naked is a good idea. I’m not sure I can handle the awesomeness of fucking you with your kilt on. We’ll have to save some fantasies for later.”

  “You’re such a dork.” Morris tossed a shoebox on the bed, the lube and condoms spilling out onto the blankets. Theo picked up the box curiously, noting the variety of plugs, the dildo, and cleaning supplies. Morris really did seem to be into ass play. Theo could totally get into that.

  He drew out one of the plugs and grabbed the lube as Morris rolled onto his back and lifted his hips to slide down the kilt. His hard, heavy cock lifted from his jutting hips and Theo groaned. He leaned over and kissed the shaft, inhaling his scent with a murmur of appreciation. He didn’t think Morris really understood his appeal. Theo would have to make sure to tell him often.

  “I’m okay with that, the dork and the geek, sounds like a good pairing.” Theo hovered over Morris as he dropped his kilt over the side of the bed and kissed his chest. “Like a really good meal and a fine wine, the kind you want to savor. And I really want to linger over you.”

  “Trust you to bring food into this.” Morris drew him closer and slid his foot down Theo’s calf. “Now where were we?”

  “Here,” Theo whispered in a husky voice and kissed Morris, a quick taste that left him hungry for more.

  “And here,” he said again as he trailed his lips to Morris’s neck.

  “What about here?” Morris asked, reaching down to brush his fingers over Theo’s cock. “Are we right here too?”

  Theo moaned at the surge of heat that made it hard to think. “Oh yes.” He kissed Morris more urgently, diving into the sense of him. Many nights when he went to bed, he thought about how awesome it would be to have Morris beside him. And not just because he’d get to indulge in this.

  Morris kissed him back, wrapping his arms tight around Theo, and when they finally parted, they were both breathless. Morris touched him everywhere, exploring with that long reach of his, those gorgeous hands making Theo moan for more. “I love the way you touch me,” he said against Morris’s lips.

  “I love touching you.” Morris’s hands skated down Theo’s thighs. “I love feeling you on top of me.”

  “I think I had my hand on some toys a moment ago.” Theo nuzzled Morris’s jaw. “You game?”

  “Nah.” Morris wiggled out from underneath him and rolled onto his hands and knees. The sight drove away Theo’s momentary pang of disappointment. “More foreplay later. I want you now. I haven’t been able to get the idea of you screwing me out of my head since the boat.”

  Heat and naked need made Theo shaky. He hadn’t wanted anybody as much as he wanted Morris. Theo kissed his side and reached for the lube and a condom. As he knelt behind him, he saw that Morris had reached back between his splayed thighs and was fingering himself.

  Theo’s mouth went dry and his cock ached. The moonlight coming in from the window was filtered by the trees, and the light from the kitchen was too far away to illuminate farther. He wanted to see more. The only thing that would’ve made it better would be if he could’ve watched the pleasure on Morris’s expressive face as he touched himself.

  “Okay, fuck, that’s sexy.” Theo rubbed a restless hand over Morris’s flank. “I might have to watch you for a minute or two while I regain my composure.”

  “My fingers and toys aren’t the same thing.” Morris spread his knees a little wider, pushing that gorgeous ass back toward Theo. “You aren’t going to leave me like this, are you?”

  Theo was seriously trying to figure out how to think again. He’d discovered his sexuality through masturbation and pop culture magazines. He wondered how much of Morris’s teenage years had been spent doing exactly this, becoming comfortable with his body.

  “I think with either a yes or a no I win.” Theo squirted some lube into his hand and warmed it up before stroking his fingers along Morris’s cleft. “Let me help. Don’t be greedy.”

  Morris slid his fingers free, and Theo rubbed his thumb over his entrance, circling and provocative as a small shudder went through Morris. “Tease,” Morris panted. “Come on. Give it to me.”

  Theo grinned and slowly pushed his thumb inside of him, feeling the tightening of his muscles around it, the deliberate relaxation. “How often do you finger yourself? I need something to fuel my midnight fantasies when I get home from work.”

  “You can come down every night and watch.” Morris pushed himself up to his hands and knees again. “More, come on, Theo.”

  Damn, Morris made it utterly impossible to think when he talked like that. A confident man was even more of a turn on than a sexy one, and fuck if Morris didn’t tickle every one of Theo’s happy places. He wasn’t sure if Morris was joking or not, and he didn’t care.

  “How long has it been?” Theo asked, easing another finger into him, taking his time to make sure every moment was pleasurable. Like Morris said, it was one thing to play with yourself; it was another to be with someone who made you hot inside and out.

  “Too long. Not many take you seriously as a bottom at six three.” The frustration in Morris’s voice was apparent, and it made Theo even more determined to make this good for him. He was out of practice himself. The last time he’d been on this end… it seemed like a lifetime ago.

  As he fingered him, he searched for the spot that made Morris gasp and tremble. Theo ached to be inside him, but he continued until the resistance in Morris’s body eased away and he was relaxed, making those low moaning sounds that had Theo’s heart beating faster. “You ready?” he asked, hoping Morris said yes. As good as this felt, he knew it was going to feel so much better.

  “Oh fuck yeah, been ready.” Morris wiggled his ass at Theo and looked over his shoulder, watching as Theo slid a condom on. Theo slicked some more lube onto his cock, and his breath caught as Morris reached around him again to grip his shaft. “Let me.”

  Morris stroked him once, then gripped him lightly. Theo bit his lip and let Morris guide him, gripping his hips as he pushed in past the tight ring of muscle. Damn, that felt so good. Tight heat surrounded him, held him, as he slowly pushed deeper.

  Morris groaned, settling his weight on his elbows as he rocked his hips back gently.

  “You okay?” Theo paused, letting him adjust even as his body cried out for more.

  “Yeah, fuck… it really has been awhile.” Morris panted, clenching around Theo and then relaxing. “Give me a moment. Damn… feels good.”

  Theo rubbed his hands over Morris’s back. The long shadow of his body in the dark, the warmth of him, fulfilled a long-denied need. The ache in his heart swelled even more. He had to convince Morris this was more than a fling. He wanted the promise of many more days and nights, whenever they could get time together.

  “Okay,” Morris said on a sigh as the tension eased. “I’m good.”

  Theo eased out of Morris’s body, then thrust gently again, moving at the same slow pace until Morris was completely relaxed and rocked with him. Theo tightened his hands on Morris’s hips, grinding against him as the heat rose higher. His body clamored for more, but his heart and mind wanted to draw out every moment.

  “Fuck that feels good.” The husky groan in Morris’s voice made Theo long to hear more. As good as it felt to be inside him, it felt even better to hear Morris’s pleasure. He thrust a little more surely now, the bed creaking and rocking with them as Morris’s moans and groans spurred him on more than any dirty words could.

  Morris lowered even more, crouc
hing down, his ass in the air, and cried out softly, burying his face into a pillow as Theo snapped his hips. He tensed and trembled, then immediately pushed back again with another urgent cry. Theo held on to his hips, going for that same angle that made Morris tremble and clench so sweetly. Morris cried out again, a little higher, a little more urgent.

  Fucking bingo. Theo found the spot.

  Any sense of waiting and lingering vanished. Theo pounded into him as Morris writhed with wordless pleas and Theo’s pulse raced. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He wanted to lean over and kiss his skin. He wanted to caress him. But he didn’t want the sight and sound of Morris getting lost in his pleasure to falter.

  Then Morris was stroking himself, and Theo felt the edge coming hard and fast. “No. Wait. More.” Other unintelligible demands from Morris followed. They hit Theo on an instinctive level.

  Theo clung to him, trying to hold on until Morris came. Just a little longer. “Oh fuck, Morris. Fuck, babe.”

  Morris wrapped his arms around the pillow, muffling the desperate sounds. Then Morris tightened around Theo almost painfully, and his rocking came to a stop as he twisted underneath Theo with a sharp cry.

  Theo pulled free of him and yanked off the condom, jerking off as he came in a wild rush. He leaned against Morris for a moment, sweaty and breathless, and then Morris scooted to the side and they collapsed next to each other.

  “Oh God,” Morris groaned.

  “Amen.” Theo draped his arm over his forehead, his body still on a flushed high as he reached for Morris.

  “I really have to change my sheets,” Morris said, burying his face against Theo’s shoulder.

  For some reason, that side comment struck Theo as hilarious. He laughed, and a tension he’d carried all day broke. He laughed even harder as Morris joined him. He rolled over and kissed the top of Morris’s head. “Come on. Let’s clean up here and take a hot shower.”