by Jet Mykles
Patty reached over to grip his shoulder. “Oh, I do like you! Are you sure you’re not gay?”
Shortly after Larry left, Steven proclaimed that Patty had had more than her usual share of wine and should really go to bed, since she had work in the morning. Truthfully, she was probably fine, even if her cheeks did have two bright red spots and her eyes were a little bit shinier than usual. What he was trying to avoid was a lecture when she remembered what Larry had said when he’d offered Devon a place at the restaurant. Her verbal filter would certainly be diminished by the wine, and he didn’t want Devon to be further embarrassed.
She left with a frown at Devon’s back as he cleared the table. The pointed look she gave Steven told him that she knew exactly what he was doing and was letting him have his way. This time.
“You don’t have to stick around, Devon,” he said as the younger man continued to help clear the table. “I can finish it.”
Devon shook his head. “I want to help,” he murmured, unusually intense.
Steven shrugged. Being as he liked Devon’s company, he let it ride, and they shared a companionable silence while Steven started to wash dishes. Without comment, Devon fished a towel out of the appropriate drawer and started drying promptly after he’d cleared the table.
Finally, Steven’s curiosity perked up. “So. What do you think about the restaurant?”
Devon stared hard at the towel in his hands as he wiped a plate dry. “It sounds great.” Sincerity rang in his voice, even if he wouldn’t meet Steven’s over-the-shoulder glance. “You should definitely do it.”
“I think I will. It’s too good to pass up. And the timing....” Steven laughed. “To be honest, I’m a little nervous. I’ve never had such an opportunity land in my lap before.”
“You deserve it.”
“Thanks.”
“No. Really. You do. You’re so....” Devon shook his head as he carefully set the plate in the cupboard. “I don’t know anyone who deserves success more than you.”
Warmth spread through Steven’s chest. It was always nice to be acknowledged. “Thanks, Dev.”
Silence settled in again. Steven filled it by humming, highly aware of the attractive younger man moving through his kitchen, but content to just let it be. True, their relationship wasn’t what he’d ideally like it to be, but it was nice just the same. Even when he didn’t speak, Devon was excellent company to have around. Maybe if he started thinking of Devon more like a brother than as an object of desire, it would help. He chuckled inwardly. Yeah, right. That’ll take some work. Amused by his own thoughts, he finished washing the dishes and went to wipe down the table and replace the candles.
By the time he returned to the kitchen, Devon was finished drying and putting away. He stood in the middle of the linoleum floor, staring at the stainless steel sink, but the sink couldn’t be the focus of that inward stare. One side of his plush bottom lip was drawn between his teeth, and his hands were fisted loosely at his sides.
“Dev? Something wrong?”
“No. Yes.” Fists opened. “I thought....” Fists closed. “I thought you’d gone out with Larry. Picked him up.”
Steven laughed, skirting around Devon to toss his rag into the sink “You’re not the only one. Patty was pretty convinced. I guess I should have told you from the first.”
“Patty thinks you take care of me too much.”
“Is it that obvious?” Steven snorted, picking up the rag to uselessly wipe at the droplets of water on the sides of the sink. “Patty has her opinions.”
“She’s right. There’s no reason for you to look out for me.”
“You’re my friend, and you need someone to look out for you. Besides, you try to do your part. I see that. You just need a chance.” Probably stupid to say the last part, but it was too late once it was out.
“Thank you.”
He froze when Devon’s hands landed lightly on his shoulders. Before he could protest, Devon pressed his groin into Steven’s ass, pushing him into the counter. Shocked, Steven dropped the rag and gripped the edge of the sink, closing his eyes over a surge of heated pleasure that spread across his whole backside as Devon leaned into him. “D-Devon, don’t.”
Breath ghosted over the back of his neck just before lips brushed sensitized skin. “Please?” A slow, slight grind of hips to let Steven know that there was interest in Devon’s shorts. “It’s what you want, isn’t it?”
Steven swallowed. “It’s not what you want.”
Another kiss on his neck. “Yeah. It is.”
Steven had to swallow again. Dang, when the puppy concentrated, he wasn’t half bad. The continual rock of Devon’s hips into Steven’s ass was short-circuiting his brain, draining away the arguments he needed to make. “Devon, don’t play with me like this.”
Hands slid down his arms to his wrists, then back up. “I mean it.” One arm banded Steven’s shoulders, keeping him pressed against the younger man. The other arm slipped around his waist, palm spanning his belly just inches above his groin. “I want to give you what you want.”
Steven laughed, a little shaky. Am I dreaming? If so, don’t wake me! His skull hit Devon’s shoulder when he tilted it back. “We can’t do this just because it’s what I want.”
Kisses trailed up his neck. “I want it.” The hand at his belly found out that the press of the counter blocked further passage toward the center of Steven’s need.
Steven groaned. “Devon, you’re killing me.”
A tongue licked the rim of his ear. “Show me what to do.”
You’re doing just fine. Steven gripped the arm about his shoulders, entirely unable to keep his hips from rocking back into the steely hardness that taunted him. Did he just imagine that his hungry ass was weeping, aching for that cock to make a home inside him? Probably, but it was a really vivid image.
“Steven.” Whispered breath in his ear. Lips tugging at his earlobe. “Show me how to make you feel good.”
Steven drew in a ragged breath. That’s right. He had the experience. I shouldn’t do this! “God, I hope you’re sure about this.”
The arms banding him drew away just enough to force him to turn around. Then the counter was biting into his ass, and Devon’s excitement was pressed to his belly. Devon cupped his face, forcing him to look up into those lovely, serious eyes. “I’m sure.” Gone was the insecure puppy dog, replaced with an earnest wolf. A damn sexy one at that!
Steven might have questioned him, but Devon kept him from speaking by covering his lips with a most delicious, hungry mouth. The kiss was direct and sure from the start. Teeth clicked with his as Devon’s tongue forced Steven’s mouth wide open, delving in to engage Steven’s tongue. Damn, the kid was going to eat him alive! Sucking, exploring, devouring. Only Devon’s strength and the counter kept Steven from melting bonelessly to the floor.
When Devon finally pulled back, Steven struggled to catch his breath. His hands were fisted in the back of Devon’s shirt. One leg had slipped aside and bent, allowing Devon’s inward press to bring their hips into a better fit. He wondered distantly if the moisture he felt was his own precum or Devon’s.
“Steven.” Lips brushed his cheeks. “Please. Let’s do this.”
Steven swallowed, head abruptly filled with the very real prospect of swallowing Devon’s cock. It was immediately the central goal of his life and something he could not deny if the offer was open. “Not here.” Opening his fists, he put his hands to Devon’s hips, but couldn’t quite manage to push him away. “Bedroom.”
He almost groaned when Devon stepped back of his own accord, lips swollen from kissing, a healthy flush to his neck and cheeks, a dark, sensual cast to those big, beautiful eyes. Was he really offering to let Steven explore him? Almost in answer, he grabbed Steven’s wrist, turned, and pulled the shorter man out of the kitchen.
Steven followed meekly, letting himself enjoy the storm of Devon without letting himself think too much about the consequences. He did, however, have the presenc
e of mind to make a sketchy little plan. They could do things that Devon wouldn’t regret too much later on, and Steven would enjoy himself just as much.
Devon dropped his wrist when they reached the bedroom, hands going immediately to his own t-shirt. He whipped it off, giving Steven a marvelous view of a toned, broad back as he attacked the fastening of his shorts. Before Steven could offer to help, Devon had shorts and underwear off. He turned back to Steven, naked as the day he was born. His cock was just as gorgeous as the rest of him, a springboard of mouthwatering red flesh with a tempting plum of a crown.
“Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful,” Steven murmured before he could stop himself, wanting to drop to his knees and pay homage.
Devon grinned that grin most men got when they knew they were going to get laid. There was no doubting that he was excited at the prospect. It put Steven’s mind a little at ease. Well, about taking advantage, at least.
Devon stepped toward him. “Let me see you.” Oh, man, his voice was all low and sexy. Steven liked the puppy, but the wolf was proving to have strong points as well.
Obediently, Steven lifted his arms when Devon tugged up the hem of his shirt. Devon abandoned the shirt when it got past Steven’s elbows, stranding his arms above his head. Steven’s protest died on his lips when Devon’s hands slipped over his chest, palms resting momentarily over his nipples.
“You’re beautiful, too,” Devon assured him, bending his head to kiss him. “I snuck a look at you yesterday. On purpose.”
Steven grinned as he fought his arms out of his shirt. “You did?”
“Yeah.” He pinched Steven’s nipple, making him gasp. “Sorry.” He didn’t sound terribly sorry.
Finally free of the shirt, Steven let his arms drape Devon’s shoulders. Devon’s cock bumped his belly. “It’s okay. I snuck a look at you while I was waking you up.”
Devon grinned. “Did you?” He gripped Steven’s sides, walking backward toward the bed.
Steven had to follow, and not just because of the hands guiding him. “Yeah.”
Devon sat, sliding his hands down Steven’s sides to his hips. He tilted his head back, shaking glossy chestnut hair from his face. “Did you like what you saw?” One palm came around to press Steven’s cock through his jeans.
Steven hissed. “Do you have to ask?”
Devon’s quick fingers busied themselves with the button and zipper of Steven’s pants. “I guess not.”
Steven allowed Devon to loosen his clothing, but he stepped back when Devon would have pulled the jeans and underwear down. “Lie back.”
“But—”
“Hey—” He hopped on one foot as he pushed his clothing down. “—you asked me to show you what to do.”
Eyeing Steven’s cock, gaze just a little wild, Devon scooted back to obey. His rich, burnt-honey tan looked great against Steven’s dark blue bedspread, his hair at home spread across Steven’s white pillow. He looked so right, but Steven knew it was just his own skewed perception.
Steven stepped out of his clothes and got that intensely naked feeling that always came when he was about to make love. It was both invigorating and uncomfortable. Personally, he liked being naked, but it was a tad nerve-wracking to be so in front of someone when he desperately wanted them to like what they saw. Devon’s openly admiring smile gave him courage, and he basked in the younger man’s attention as he walked to the nightstand.
“For later,” he told Devon, brandishing a bottle of lube and a condom.
Devon’s eyes got a little wider, but he nodded, disregarding both items as Steven tossed them onto the bed. He reached for Steven, hands settling on Steven’s hips as the older man straddled his thighs.
“You ever had sex before, Dev?” Steven asked. He’d not had the courage to ask previously, but he felt it necessary to know now.
Swallowing, Devon nodded. “A few times. With girls.”
Steven chuckled. “It’s mostly the same concept.” Smiling, he reached down to palm Devon’s cock. Heated flesh filled his hand perfectly as Devon’s gorgeous face winced in pleasure. “Just a few different parts.”
Leaning in, he braced on his free elbow so he could stroke Devon’s erection. Moaning, Devon reached up to hook a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. They played a leisurely tongue battle while appreciative little moans squeezed out of Devon’s throat. His hands took to roaming Steven’s sides, arms, back. He wasn’t quite brave enough to reach for cock or ass, but that suited Steven’s plans of the moment just fine. They kept kissing, Devon kept exploring, and Steven kept stroking. When it was time, he adjusted his hold and took his own cock into his fist with Devon’s.
They both hissed. “So good,” Devon murmured, nipping Steven’s lips. “You’re so good. Feel so good.”
Steven enjoyed another moment of masturbation before he had to stop. Either that, or come. “If you like that—” He kissed Devon’s lips briefly. “—you’ll like this even more.”
Devon groaned as Steven began an unhurried descent down his body. Steven tasted that long neck, brushing his lips across stubble, sucking at the pulse. He bit lightly at a prominent clavicle, then nuzzled soft, thick hair on his way to a flat, pebbled nipple.
Fingers combed through his hair as he nibbled. Soft panting moved Devon’s chest as Steven made his way to the other nipple, turning into a groan when Steven again palmed Devon’s cock. He kept his touch deliberately light, not wanting this to be over too soon and not sure how long Devon would stick around after he’d come. This might be his only shot, and Steven was determined to make the most of it. If that was selfish of him, well...he intended to make it as pleasurable for Devon as he possibly could.
He took his time exploring the taut edges of muscles as he made his way down Devon’s body, enjoying the quiver of that hard belly at his touch. He teased Devon’s navel, making him gasp by tongue-fucking the indentation. Devon’s cock brushed his cheek as he kissed his way down to a fragrant nest of pubic hair. Clean but oh-so-potent young male sweat and sexual moisture. He nuzzled the bend between thigh and groin, forcing Devon to spread his legs. He gently suckled one testicle, delighted when a ragged, aching groan tore from Devon’s throat. Sensitive. Laving succulent balls, he gazed up the length of Devon’s torso, watching the younger man’s scowl of pleasure. Lying on his belly, pressing his own cock to the bedspread for a tiny bit of relief, Steven finally lapped his way up the long stalk of Devon’s cock, treasuring the pulsing veins that filled it with blood, nipping at the loose skin. When he was about to put his lips around the crown, he looked up to see Devon’s eyes open and fixed on him, the hungry look unmistakable. Smiling, sure of himself, Steven kept his gaze locked with Devon’s as he closed his mouth over Devon’s tip.
“Oh, shit, damn, Steven,” Devon breathed, fingers light on Steven’s head as Steven worked his mouth down.
He had to close his eyes. He had to savor this. As lovely as Devon’s expression was, Steven could not ignore the cock that filled his mouth. Inhaling, relaxing, he took in as much as he could, holding Devon’s hips down so the younger man didn’t choke him.
“Steven.”
He brought his head up, letting saliva coat his delectable treat. Teasing salty liquid from the tip with his tongue, he then began another slow descent down the shaft, working his tongue, determined to make Devon wild.
“God, Steven.” The fingers in his hair were a little bit more insistent, but still they didn’t push, didn’t pull. They were just there, experiencing the slow drag of Steven’s mouth up and down Devon’s cock as they rode his head.
Steven lost himself. This was too good. Devon was more delicious, more heady, than he’d imagined. His fingers dug into Devon’s hips, as much to hold them down as to keep from digging underneath to find Devon’s hole. He wouldn’t do that. He didn’t need to. He was entirely capable of coming just from this blowjob.
“Steven, wait.”
What an absurd idea! Give this up?
“Ste
ven, I’m gonna....”
Split-second decision. He could let Devon come like this, could come with him, but that might be the end. As good as this was, he wanted to feel Devon inside him. If only once.
With one hand, he gripped the base of Devon’s cock and stopped sucking. Breathing on the tip, he watched Devon until he stopped writhing. Until his eyes opened and he looked down. He was under control again. Somewhat. And damn, wasn’t he beautiful on edge like that!
Quickly, Steven surged to his knees. He snatched up the condom packet.
Devon’s expression was a bit unsure, but he spread his legs and bent his knees. Steven groaned. The beautiful boy was offering himself!
Steven shook his head. “No.” He slapped Devon’s knees. “Down.”
Frowning, Devon obeyed. “But I thought....”
When he could, Steven again straddled Devon’s thighs. He tossed the wrapper aside and rolled the latex onto Devon’s still-wet cock.
“Steven?”
“I’m going to ride you.” He stroked Devon’s sheathed cock fondly before reaching for the lube.
If he wasn’t so pent up, he would have laughed at the shocked look on Devon’s face. “You can ride me?” Clearly, this was a new concept for Devon.
Steven nodded, hands trembling as he poured lube into one palm, then smeared his fingers wet. “Oh, yeah.”
He couldn’t watch Devon when he reached behind to prepare himself. Any expression on Devon’s adorable face might set him off before he could get that gorgeous cock inside him. He hissed and froze, two fingers up his ass, when he felt Devon’s hand close around his cock. “Don’t!”
The hand was gone quickly. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s....” Steven moaned, grinding onto his own fingers. “I’m too close. I’ll go off if you touch me.”
“’Kay.” Hands stroked his thighs instead.
Probably before he was ready—it had been a long time since he’d been fucked, after all, and Devon was a healthy eight inches, if anything—Steven adjusted, edging farther up to position his ass over Devon’s groin. Devon’s grip switched to his hips, helping to steady him. Head tilted back, eyes closed, he grabbed Devon’s dick, positioned it, then started a slow, heavenly slide down the shaft. Devon held perfectly still as Steven took his time. Devon’s grip found the sides of Steven’s butt, pulling, helping to spread Steven’s ass to encourage the impalement.