by P. W. Davies
“Yes. For now, I’d say the less you know, the better. We can negotiate that at a later point.”
Victor nodded, a part of his mind wondering if he was relenting too quickly. Christian’s honesty bled through into his words, though, and while he’d been told not now, he hadn’t said never. The heat from their touches had started to muddle his mind, and though the waitress interrupted to claim their payment, a host of thoughts converged again, tugging Victor along toward how he truly wanted the night to end.
“We aren’t far from that hotel, are we, love?” Christian asked.
“No, we aren’t.”
“Do you think they have any empty rooms?”
“I’m certain they might have a few.” Once again, those mesmerizing eyes led him into temptation, making Victor long for another taste. “The night is young,” he said. “Why don’t we wander over and ask?”
Twelve
Hot, manic kisses dotted the elevator ride to the fifteenth floor. The relief of being excused had been heady and palpable, and while Christian didn’t bother to unpack all the reasons why, his lips expressed their gratitude throughout the journey from the front desk to the hotel room. Hands roaming across Victor’s chest, feeling more than the fabric of his shirt, Christian let himself imagine that toned chest again and felt the strain in his pants before they’d even made it off the elevator. A chime preceded the doors opening, Christian only faintly aware it.
“I think we’re at our floor,” Victor said when they paused for breath.
Christian nodded, though the way he pulled Victor from the elevator remained hungry and demanding. Numbers circled the back of his thoughts in discordant order. Had the room number been 1509? Or 1590? Victor tugged him along in the correct direction, allowing Christian to continue the series of kisses, and when their bodies collided with the door, Christian broke the union of their lips to laugh.
“You’re in a good mood,” Victor said, producing the key card and sliding into the reader. When the door unlocked, he turned the knob and pushed open the door.
Following close behind, Christian hummed. “Might have had a couple of drinks before leaving the flat, but I can’t complain now.” His hands ran along Victor’s back. Encroaching upon the other man again, he nibbled along his neck, pausing to tease at Victor’s ear lobe. “Want to take off the training wheels?”
“I didn’t realize we had any on.” Victor breathed the admission, his body tensing. “I’d like to know what I’m getting myself into if I say yes.”
“Now, where’s the fun in that?” Even he had to admit that he’d lost his mind in many regards, allowing himself to be this whimsical. Perhaps it really was the liquor – who knew, he reckoned – but either way, when Victor turned to face him, Christian weighed the intensity in the Victor’s eyes and felt himself drawn closer to him. “I am going to relish you tonight.”
Victor visibly suppressed a shiver. “Are you now?” Christian looped his thumbs into the waistband of Victor’s trousers, pulling him closer. The manic rush had cooled, but in its place, it left a steadily building fire. “This is a side of you I’d like to know better,” Victor said.
The way he kissed Christian back made a knife pierce through Christian’s heart. Oh God, he’d become invested in this. Guilt rose, reminding him he’d had a chance to say something more about who he was and had, instead, been given another escape. Whatever tempest had started to squall in his chest, though, carried it away and left lust in its wake. He wanted Victor. He hated to admit how much. It had begun to border on need and soon, he’d be doing more than bumping into Victor while on the job.
What the fuck are you doing? he asked himself. No sooner had he asked the question, though, than his fingers found the buttons of Victor’s shirt, a strange form of urgency overwhelming him. Victor lifted his hands to aid in the disrobing, but Christian stopped what he was doing in favor of clutching onto Victor’s wrists. “No,” he said, speaking against Victor’s lips. “If you want to know this side of me, then please, let me show you.”
“Very well,” Victor said. They opened their eyes nearly in unison, cerulean and chestnut meeting and causing Christian’s pulse to quicken. Nerves fluttered through him, but he released Victor from his grip to resume what he had been doing. Only this time, his imagination upped the ante. He looked up at the slightly taller man and smirked while slowly lowering to his knees.
Victor’s eyes widened. His arms fell to his sides while Christian licked his lips and unfastened Victor’s belt, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them past Victor’s hips the moment after the zipper descended. Christian worked the boxer briefs Victor wore down with taunting slowness, sliding his hands inside them to skim Victor’s backside while pushing them down. “When I feel you inside of me,” Christian said, “I want to know I’ve driven you so out of your mind that each second you cling on is nothing short of a miracle.”
He licked up the erect shaft before him, once he had it freed. The boxer briefs settled at Victor’s ankles and while he delicately worked his feet free of his shoes, Victor took a deep breath and seemed to endure what was being done with him with both relish and impatience. Christian sucked on the head of his cock, lips pursed and dipping down occasionally to capture part of Victor’s shaft while he was at it. Once Victor had freed himself of his pants and underwear, kicking them aside where his shoes landed, he leaned against the wall for leverage. “You don’t want me to come, then, I take it,” Victor said.
“No. Not yet,” Christian answered before diving down for more. Another taunting inch disappeared down his throat and though Christian had to fight not to gag, he thought of being filled and felt his groin knot at the mere idea. His hand lifted, fingers caressing Victor’s scrotum before tugging at his balls, inspiring a groan from up above. Submission is control, he remembered someone telling him once, but this was about more than that.
Sliding one of his fingers back, he used it to tease at Victor’s opening.
“Oh shit,” he heard Victor say, indicating whatever he’d been expecting, Christian had exceeded it. As Christian slid his finger in deeper, surrendering the smooth rhythm of his mouth’s movements in favor of dividing his attention, Victor’s knees wobbled. If you want your knees to give out, then I can make them give out, love, Christian thought. Twisting his finger, he aimed for the right spot, searching and smiling around Victor’s cock when he found it. Victor’s palms slapped against the wall. His legs shook, and Christian claimed back his finger before he could push Victor over the edge.
“Wh-what in the…?”
“Shh,” Christian said, once he had freed his mouth from the encumbrance of Victor’s cock. His hand wrapped around the base, pumping the shaft while he looked up again. Victor’s eyes had clenched shut, his mouth partially open while he continued clinging onto the wall. “You look gorgeous right now.”
“I’m not going to last much longer if you continue that.”
“To pause or speed up? Hmm.” Christian grinned, licking the slit along the head and finally letting go. Rising to his feet, he took Victor’s hands the same way Victor had a few minutes earlier. “Never mind that. I’m not going to last much longer without needing you to fuck me blind.”
“Yes.” Victor spoke the word like the moment demanded he say something, even if his brain had since departed his body. Swallowing hard, he opened his eyes to look in the direction of the bed, walking along with Christian while Christian walked backward. Admiring Victor became a treat. He looked stunned, half-drunk, and stumbled his first steps forward until he regained his bearings. As he grinned at Christian, Christian mirrored his expression. God, why do you have to be so captivating?
“I’m waiting for you to run into something,” Victor said.
“Please,” Christian said, feigning offense. “I don’t ever lose track of my surroundings.”
“If you say so. Either way, maybe you could teach me how to do what you did with your fingers and mouth.”
“It’s as simple
as the same way you get to Carnegie Hall, love. Practice, practice, practice.” Christian stopped two inches shy of the bed, making a show out of pausing and winking when Victor laughed. Christian felt a surge of delight, embracing whimsy one last time to spin Victor around and push him onto the bed. Being constantly vigilant had become tiring. Afterward, he told himself, he would raise the walls protecting his heart again.
For the time being, the man lying on the mattress had his full attention.
Reaching into his jacket, Christian produced the lube and condoms again, setting them aside. Stripping off the jacket first, he followed it with his shirt, tossing both onto the floor and kicking off his shoes while crawling on top of Victor. “You’ll be facing me this time?” Victor asked, his gaze fixed on Christian with anticipation.
Christian nodded slowly. While lowering himself down, bracing his weight on both palms pressed on either side of Victor, he nipped at Victor’s bottom lip. “Perhaps one of these times, you can feel what I’m about to have you do to me,” Christian whispered. “Not this time, though.”
“Next time?”
“Yes, next time.” Christian lowered to kiss Victor, fanning the flames again. Victor’s hands settled on his back, sliding up toward his shoulder blades and clutching on. The feeling of Victor’s hard shaft against the strain in his pants made Christian ache, one hand lifting to reach for the button of his jeans while he lowered his weight onto his elbow. “I’m going to show you something called bottoming from the top.”
“Bottoming from the top?” Victor’s hands continued to caress Christian’s skin.
“Yes.” Christian lowered the zipper and freed himself of his remaining clothing. Switching elbows to liberate one leg after the other, once he had undressed fully, Christian switched back to his palms, his posture secure in time for Victor to wrap his hand around Christian’s cock. A shudder ran the length of Christian’s spine. “Have I mentioned yet how much I like being touched?”
“You’ve responded well when I do it.” Victor arched his back to buck his hips, grinding against Christian. Pushing Victor’s hand away from his cock, he took hold of them both, stroking them together. Victor moaned. “That feels… downright sinful.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” Christian shut his eyes. Pointing his face in the direction of the wall, he ignored everything but the sensation of his shaft touching Victor’s, his long fingers working them both up. His entire world had been reduced to him and Victor; to mutual pleasure, being realized together. As the knot forming in his stomach tightened, it only compelled him to stroke faster. “I think you will savor this as much as I do.”
Victor nodded, lacking words in the moment. While Victor groaned Christian fought back a spasm that wanted to surge up his back and forced himself to stop. Opening his eyes, he eyed the table where he had left the condoms and lube, crawling over Victor to open the wrapper and smirking when Victor made eye contact with him. In Victor, he saw a hungry man lying in bed, begging to be sated. “You are delicious,” Christian said. “I am going to think of you like this the next time I wank off in the shower.”
Victor blurted a laugh. Christian smirked, making a slow, deliberate show of rolling the condom over Victor’s cock and covering it in lube. The hunger never left Victor’s eyes while he did, and when Christian lifted enough to shove his slick fingers inside himself, Victor looked not only needy, but ready to take matters into his own hands. “Please,” he said.
“Please what?” Christian asked, shivering simply in the act of pushing the lubricant inside of himself. “Please fuck you?”
“Please, on top of me.”
“Darling, if you get too greedy, then next time I’ll fuck myself with a vibrator and force you to watch.” Christian licked his lips, the look in his eyes turning darker. Removing his fingers, he crawled on top of Victor again, reaching for the other man’s cock. “You are going to feel like a small slice of heaven.”
With that, he lined Victor with his opening and slowly, he began to lower himself on top of him.
His eyes shut again while he took a sharp breath inward. The initial jolts of pain were what he relished the most about being filled by someone else. When Victor’s head pushed past his rim, he slid in more freely and Christian paused the moment he felt Victor fully inside of him. “Oh, fuck yes,” he said, rotating his hips. Situating Victor exactly where he wanted him before he began to move. “You had better hold on. Because I am going to be sorely disappointed if I don’t get to ride you.”
While he withdrew, Victor moaned, and as he lowered onto him again, Victor grabbed for his hips. Christian reached back, feeling one of Victor’s legs bend, and braced himself on Victor’s knee. “Oh, fuck, this is glorious,” he said, all the while becoming more and more lost to the rhythm they created. Victor lifted while Christian plunged down, and as he looked at Victor again, he ensured their gazes met while their bodies moved in tandem. Each man’s expression mirrored the other, both moving with more enthusiasm the longer they fucked. As Christian directed Victor’s cock closer where he wanted it, he felt his own bead with pre-come.
It didn’t take long for climax to rush headlong into him.
Victor gasped and tensed, and as he spilled over, Christian moved faster, working toward the same goal. When Victor touched his cock, though, and stroked it hard and rough, the coil in Christian’s groin finally snapped and ropes of come shot from his cock, each pulse throwing into a heady form of pleasure that became all-encompassing. Christian felt himself spasm and settled into place, apt to ride each wave until they finished cresting over him. He discovered belatedly his head bent, his eyes closed again and opening to peer down at the man still buried inside him.
For his part, Victor looked lost in admiration, which made Christian’s heart flutter. They stared at each other, both struggling for breath, and as a bead of sweat trickled down the side of Christian’s face, he chuckled. “Don’t look so pleased with yourself,” he said, lifting one last time to slide Victor out from inside of him. Pausing to clean up, they settled back onto the bed once they’d finished. “Not as though you just gave me one of the better orgasms I’ve had in a while.”
“As inclined as I am to take the credit, I think you were the one responsible,” Victor said. Their lips met, Victor turning into the kiss and wrapping an arm around Christian to gather him close. Christian curled up beside Victor, arm snaking around his body to bring them closer together still. Even when the kiss ended, contentment threatened to blind Christian to the reason why he acquiesced to dinner. Even remembering it couldn’t break the spell, though; not for the moment. His chest ached and though he hated himself for it, Christian was beginning to like Victor.
His eyes shut, a gentle sigh passing through his lips. “Is something the matter?” Victor asked, his fingers coasting through Christian’s hair.
“No, not entirely. I just don’t always trust being so happy,” Christian opened his eyes again, looking at Victor in time to him grin.
“You’re happy?” Victor raised an eyebrow.
“Possibly in danger of it. I’ll let you know.” His finger traced Victor’s collarbone. “Are you certain you know what you’re doing, love. You’d probably be better off without the likes of me.”
“I’m starting to enjoy the likes of you.” Victor continued to hold him, and through the warmth and serenity, Christian found himself dozing off, unable to fight the urge to rest. Inundated with too many thoughts in his head to make sense of them all. Soft touches lulled him to sleep and hours disappeared inside a black hole which sucked Christian up and spat him back out the other side. He didn’t open his eyes again until the clock read 3:13.
While it was the urge to use the bathroom that had roused him, when Christian pulled himself away from Victor, he noticed his phone had fallen out of his jeans pocket and blinked with a new message. A weary sigh preceded him picking up the mobile, seeing a simple message on the display – Call the other line. – and debating with himself whether it could
wait until the morning. A quick glance at the sleeping man in the bed made his heart heavy, but also confirmed what he should do.
You need work to keep yourself steady, he thought, walking quietly to where his coat landed and reaching inside for the other phone.
Continuing his careful, quiet movements, Christian walked into the bathroom and eased the door shut. While the phone loaded, he used the toilet and once he had finished, called Roland’s number. A groggy voice chimed with the code phrase, which Christian exchanged, his voice soft. Once he’d responded, however, Christian added, “I apologize if I woke you.”
“Lucky for you I’m finishing up at the bar,” Roland said. “We’re checking in. What do you have?”
“He met with a contact. Somebody named Matt Desai with Keystone Shipping International. Given the fact that they met in a crowded space and parted company quick, I assume the timing has to do with whatever pressure was put on the mark.” Christian turned on the tap, cradling the mobile against his shoulder while washing his hands. “Does the name sound familiar?”
“No. I’ll ask around over here. You keep digging on your end.” He paused. “Why are you whispering?”
“It’s a bad time. Was there anything else?”
“Nothing that can’t wait. Report back when you have something more. We’ll contact if anything comes up here, too.”
“Sounds good.” Christian hung up the phone, placing it on the counter until his hands were dry. Once the phone had been turned off again, he switched off the light, and on his way back to the bed, he bent to slip the mobile back into his jacket pocket.
Pausing by the bed caused him a moment’s pause, however. As he stared at Victor, watching him sleep, a pang assaulted his heart again, giving him the urge to run. This time, he’d woken up. He could slip on his clothing, sneak out the door, and there was the possibility that Victor wouldn’t rouse. It didn’t feel right, though, and that fact alone only scared him even more.