by Darien Cox
“Well you’ve got it now. Oh, Christ.” Straightening, Tyler wiped his eyes.
Chuckling, Tim studied Tyler’s flushed face. “Thought you were used to that SGW.”
“I am. That was all you.”
Grabbing Tyler’s chin, Tim allowed himself to really study his face. Look into his eyes close up, and without Tyler turning away this time. “You look gorgeous right now.”
“I doubt that.”
“No, really. It’s like that edge you’ve always got is softened.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
“I won’t, believe me. I’m just happy I got to hear you laugh like that.”
Rolling his eyes, Tyler swiped away a tear with the back of his hand. “It takes a lot to get me there. You’re just ridiculous enough to do it I guess.”
“I guess. Hey, look at this.” He used his thumb to wipe the remaining moistness under Tyler’s eye. “You’re the one crying this time.”
“Right.” Chuckling, Tyler nodded and wiped his other eye. “Different kind of tears, though.”
“Yeah. Different kind of tears. In fact, this whole scenario is pretty different from last time, right?” Tim cupped Tyler’s cheek, leaning closer. “Isn’t that what you wanted? For it to be completely different?”
Eyelids fluttering, Tyler said, “I suppose.”
“And we’re not on the kitchen floor. That’s different.”
“Yeah. Pretty different.”
“Different enough that I can touch you now?” Tim whispered.
With no hesitation, Tyler peeled off his shirt.
Tim was more struck by the look in Tyler’s eyes than the sudden exposure of bare flesh. Tyler kept his gaze locked on Tim’s, an invitation in his eyes. His breath grew heavier as they stared each other down. Seeing Tyler aroused was the ultimate aphrodisiac, and before even venturing to touch his muscled torso, Tim was kissing him, grabbing his face and devouring his mouth.
Tyler breathed into it, managing to be both pliant and rigid. Tim knew Tyler liked kissing him, he’d felt it last night in the car, and he could feel it now. But for some reason, it also seemed to make him anxious, and just like last night, Tyler instantly began to retreat.
“Not yet,” Tim whispered. He kept his fingers hooked around the back of Tyler’s neck, holding him in place, their lips a hair’s breadth apart. “Kiss me just a little longer.”
Tyler’s breath hitched, then their lips met again. He came in hard this time, kissing Tim back with such passion it nearly knocked him over. His hands slid over Tim’s shoulders, fingers gripping tight. With what felt like a bit more reluctance this time, Tyler broke their kiss.
Tim allowed the retreat, and rather than grill Tyler about his mixed signals, he took a moment to trail fingers down his bare chest, over his rippled stomach, watching the flesh quiver in response to his touch. Perfection. Even Tyler’s navel was perfect, small and soft with a cute little ball in the center. As Tim circled it with his finger, he whispered, “Perfect. You’re perfect.”
“Don’t call me that. Please.”
Tim glanced up, surprised to see the pained look in Tyler’s eyes, the tension in his shoulders. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. Just please don’t use that word. I don’t like it.”
Tim didn’t understand that at all, but he could see it bothered Tyler, so he’d respect his wishes. To quickly change the subject, he leaned over and used his teeth to pop open the button on Tyler’s zipper. “What do we have in here?”
Letting out a relieved-sounding chuckle, Tyler threaded fingers through Tim’s hair. “It’s a surprise.”
“Can I unwrap it?” Tim asked, nudging Tyler’s bulge with his nose. “Is it for me?”
“I don’t need all this foreplay.” Tyler unzipped his jeans the rest of the way, then grabbed Tim’s hand and pressed it down on his cock over his briefs. “I’m ready to go.”
Tim inhaled sharply. Tyler’s cock was stretched thick and long, hard and hot and pulsing up into his palm. “Damn. I guess you are.”
“How do you want me?”
“Um...to be honest Tyler, I’d like to feel like you’re not just trying to get this over with.”
“I’m not. I’m just letting you know. All this touching and kissing isn’t necessary.”
“No?” Tim squeezed Tyler over his briefs, making him jump. “Doesn’t feel like you mind it. Kind of what got you hard in the first place, isn’t it? The touching and kissing?”
“We don’t have a lot of time,” Tyler said, but his eyes closed and his hips tilted, lurching for more friction as Tim rubbed him.
“I’ve been wanting to touch and kiss you from the minute you walked into the station last night. If you think I’m not going to take a few minutes to do just that you’re fooling yourself.”
“Is that right?” Tyler hissed when Tim leaned over and nibbled him through his briefs, shifting his head to the side and teasing with his teeth.
“That’s right,” he mumbled against the fabric. “You’re so hard,” he whispered, and bit down again, still gentle, but with more hunger. “Dying to get this in my mouth.”
Tyler’s breath hitched twice. “That’s not necessary.”
“It is for me.” He mouthed the head of Tyler’s cock. “I wanna suck this.”
“You gonna insist on playing with me first?” Tyler asked. His tone tried for nonchalance, but his voice’s breathiness gave away the truth. Tim playing with him was having quite an effect.
“Yeah, I’m gonna insist,” Tim said, lifting his head and smirking up at Tyler, who watched him with heavy lids. “I want your naked cock on my hot wet tongue.”
Stomach shuddering, Tyler whispered, “Okay.”
“Oh, you’ve decided to allow that inconvenience?”
Tyler’s brows pinched, eyes closing. “Shut up. Please, just do it.”
“You want your cock in my mouth?”
“Yes! Jesus, yes.”
“Let’s go to the bedroom.”
“Got a couch right here.”
“Not good enough.” Rising off the floor, he grabbed Tyler’s wrist and tugged him to his feet. “I promise it’ll be quick because I’m so fucking turned on I won’t last long. And we probably won’t be at it long enough to steam up the windows. But you are coming to get in my bed with me. Right now.”
Tyler looked up into Tim’s eyes, that shy smirk back on his face. “I am, huh?”
“You are.” He walked backwards, leading Tyler by the hand toward his bedroom. “No complaints. No trying to rush things. And I say when it’s enough foreplay. Got it?”
When they crossed the threshold, Tyler wriggled his hand loose, and Tim was half-certain he was going to flee. Instead, he finished undressing in a flash, bending over and taking his boots off, shoving his jeans and briefs down, stepping out of them. “Understood.”
Tim’s jaw hit the floor with the sight of Tyler completely, gloriously naked, erection pointing straight up. “Damn. Get in my bed.”
Tyler threw himself down onto the mattress. Lying on his back, he stretched his body out, arms above his head. “I told you last night. You can do anything you want. So what are you gonna do?”
“I’m gonna suck your dick then I’m gonna fuck the ever-living hell out of you.”
“Get to it then.”
Tim wasted no more time. He dropped his own briefs and crawled onto the bed. “Can we admit now that we both just wanted to be together again?” he asked as he moved slowly up the mattress, sliding his palms over Tyler’s legs. “And all your tactical nonsense about overriding the past was bullshit?”
“It’s not bullshit.” Tyler grabbed a handful of Tim’s hair, impatient to bring him closer. “This still serves a higher purpose.”
“Whatever you say, Tyler. I don’t even care anymore.”
The blinds were half-drawn so the room was mostly dark, the floor slashed with bars of yellow where the sun leaked through. Tyler’s olive skin was striped with shadow an
d light, eyes on Tim as he crawled over his body and came to a pushup position on top of him. “Hi there.”
Tyler grinned shyly. “Hey.”
Tim slowly lowered himself down, and a small sigh escaped Tyler as their warm flesh met. Tim kissed down his neck, over his chest, sucking his nipples, inhaling his scent, and just relishing in the bliss of having Tyler in his bed, naked and all his for as long as this lasted. For such a tough guy, Tyler’s skin was crazy-soft. He smelled fresh like floral soap, a spicy deodorant scent in the mix when Tim kissed closer to his underarms. But Tyler’s skin on Tim’s tongue tasted all-natural, salty and musky with a hint of sweat, and Tim wanted to spend hours devouring and exploring him.
But they didn’t have hours. Because Tyler had made clear they were expected elsewhere soon. And because despite how delicious this foreplay was, there was no way Tim could wait that long to get his dick inside Tyler.
There was little movement from Tyler himself while Tim touched and tasted and glided up and down his body. But he was yielding as Tim shifted him on the mattress and arranged his limbs the way he wanted them. When he got their erections aligned and pressed his hips down, he was rewarded with the softest of moans, and realized each small reaction from Tyler held extra weight because he was so passive. In the past, with a different man, Tim might have thought of this passive body beneath him as lifeless, dull, even insulting in its seeming lack of enthusiasm.
But while he continued to explore Tyler’s warm, nude body with his hands and mouth, something about his soft passiveness was sexy as hell. It felt very Tyler, his sexual personality aligned with every other facet of him—his mind, his body, his emotions, all seemingly eager to be penetrated whilst presenting as impenetrable. Maybe Elliot was right that Tyler sought to sabotage potential romantic connections. He’d been rude to Tim several times, so rude that another man might have thrown in the towel and flounced off, slamming the door on the way out. Maybe a small part of Tyler did want Tim to tell him to fuck off with his games and his coldness.
But maybe, either consciously or unconsciously, Tyler was testing him, wanting to see if he could handle him as he was, if he’d suffer the rough terrain in order to get to what was on the other side.
So what was on the other side? Tim wasn’t sure exactly, but felt he was getting a taste of it as he sucked and bit his way down Tyler’s ribs, getting rewarded with the sound of a breathy whimper from above. He relished the challenge now that he recognized it, the hard-won rewards, the tiny, barely-audible signals that indicated Tyler was responding. Those reactions were small but they were real, and that made it feel like Tyler’s coldness was a front, his words just boobytraps set out to discourage those unwilling to run the gauntlet.
Tyler instantly spread his thighs when Tim urged them apart. A quivering sigh when Tim’s tongue circled his hipbone. And finally, a growl when he took Tyler’s straining cock deep into his mouth.
Wanting to taste every ridge, he let go only long enough to glide Tyler’s cock up and down his tongue a few times, then he took him deep again, trapping him with a tongue-flutter so he couldn’t escape the pleasure.
“Shit,” Tyler whispered, his hips jerking once, heels digging into the mattress.
If he didn’t currently have a mouthful of cock, Tim would have smiled, proud of himself for making Tyler curse. He was becoming damn near obsessed with seeing just how much Tyler’s flesh could take before he was forced to respond. And as Tim softened his lips and lapped his way up and down Tyler’s cock, he also lapped up each little hiss and grunt like the precious gifts they were, even better when those reactions became steadily louder and more frequent.
“Stop...Tim stop.” Fingers tugged at Tim’s hair, and he finally released Tyler’s dick and peered up the length of his body. Tyler was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling, eyes closed.
“Too much?”
“Ah, yeah. I almost came.”
Tim chuckled. Even on the cusp of climax, there was attitude in Tyler’s tone. Tim climbed back up the mattress and hovered over him, staring down at that gorgeous flushed face in the shadows. He liked the small arrow-shaped scowl between Tyler’s brows, like he was concentrating very hard on not coming. Smiling, he used his index finger to smooth that place between Tyler’s brows. “Don’t you want to come, my robot?”
“Not until you’re inside me.” Unexpectedly, Tyler grabbed Tim’s face and pulled him down for a kiss. Linking legs around Tim’s, Tyler’s undulations urged him on, hot gliding flesh and soft tongue in his mouth. He dug his fingernails into Tim’s back, whimpering into his mouth as his hips bucked, begging with his body. Because of the slow buildup, Tyler’s wanton enthusiasm now had Tim so hard and throbbing he actually felt dizzy from pure anticipation.
“Damn,” Tim huffed when Tyler released his mouth. “You want me?” he whispered.
Tyler nodded, brows pinching tight “How long you gonna make me wait?”
“If this is what waiting does to you, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll make you wait a bit longer.” He stroked Tyler’s lip with his thumb.
Tyler sucked Tim’s thumb into his mouth before popping it back out. “You gonna be nice and use lube this time?” He sucked Tim’s index finger, swirling his tongue around it before sliding it out again. “Or do I need to suck your cock first so it’s not so dry?”
“Fuck. Yes, I’ll use lube and do you proper this time, but damn, stop sucking my fingers or I’m gonna come before I get inside you. You have any idea what that does to me?”
“Course I do. I’m trying to find the accelerator.” Tyler grinned, then fluttered his tongue along Tim’s palm. “Get your motor running so you’ll speed up and fuck me already.”
“Be careful what you wish for, because I’m ready to go full throttle now.”
“Show me.” Tyler lifted his hips, rubbing his cock against Tim’s. “I’ll let you do whatever you want.”
“Holy crap, Tyler.” Every time Tyler said that, starting with last night on Elliot’s front porch, Tim’s dick turned to granite. “I’ll let you do whatever you want.” It was just one more way his passiveness was sexy, almost aggressively so. Yeah, this guy had definitely figured out how to get Tim’s motor running.
“Tell me,” Tyler said. “How do you want me?”
Scrambling off the mattress, Tim dove for the supply drawer. “Well, last time you were on your back, and you said you want it different this time so—”
Before he could finish the sentence, Tyler had rolled over onto his stomach. Hugging the pillow with both arms, he smirked up at Tim, eyes flicking from his face to his cock as he got a condom on and lubed it up.
“What are you smiling at?”
“Your hands are shaking.”
“Yeah, well.” He slapped Tyler’s bare ass as he climbed onto the mattress. “I’ve got you naked in my bed. Kind of the most exciting thing that’s happened to me in...maybe ever.”
Tyler’s grin slid away. “Ever?”
Tim shrugged. “Honestly. Yeah. It’s in the running.”
“You really want me that much?”
Tim worried momentarily that he’d gone too far with his words, and now Tyler was going to start throwing up barriers in double-speed. But that look in Tyler’s eyes was not caution, it was something closer to pleasure, so Tim just went with it. “Yeah,” he said, nuzzling the back of Tyler’s neck. Hooking an arm beneath Tyler’s hips, he lifted his gorgeous ass up higher. “I want you that much. Now bend your leg so I can get in there before I explode.”
Tyler rested his forehead on his folded arms as though in prayer, then lifted himself up onto his knees, ass in the air. Tim groaned at the sight and ran his palm up over the bumps of Tyler’s spine, then higher to thread fingers through his short hair. Seeing Tyler in this position, just waiting for Tim to fuck him...it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Had he seen other men in this position? Sure he had. Lots of times. So why was this the sexiest thing he’d ever seen?
You know why. Be
cause it’s Tyler. You like this weirdo too much and you’re fucked because of it. The realization almost made Tim change his mind about doing this. He was becoming obsessed with Tyler too fast, and maybe it was because of that night he’d fucked him during a nervous breakdown. Maybe this devastating attraction was all tangled up in fear and shock and things that made no sense. Maybe he wasn’t in control and should pump the brakes before he crashed into a tree.
“Please,” Tyler whispered, and that was all Tim could take. His doubts disappeared with that one whispered word, so without hesitation, he worked the head of his cock between those tight globes and found the right spot, pressing against Tyler’s hot entrance.
Shocking him, Tyler pushed back, impaling himself on Tim’s cock. “Do it.”
Gasping, Tim’s hand slapped down on Tyler’s shoulder. “Tyler, God...I wasn’t ready.”
“I was.” He pushed back again. “Stop hesitating. You didn’t need so much prompting last time we were together.”
Slapping both hands down on Tyler’s ass, Tim pushed into him, the pleasure so intense he saw little specs of light dancing in the air. “Thought you wanted it different this time,” he huffed.
Tyler whimpered, spine curling like a cat as he pushed himself up onto his palms. “Different sure but...” He gasped and threw his head back when Tim broke through and filled him completely. “I did like the enthusiasm last time.”
Pinching the end of the condom, Tim slowly pulled out.
Hissing, Tyler looked back over his shoulder. “Are you actually gonna start teasing me right now?”
“No. Turn over.”
“Why?”
“Because I love the sight of your ass, but I want to see you on your back with your legs in the air.” Like last time, he thought, but didn’t say so. Despite Tyler’s hellbent determination to override that memory, Tim had no problem separating the trauma from the sex. He had a perfectly beautiful recollection of how hard he’d come staring down at Tyler’s climaxing face, and he wanted to do it again.
Tyler complied immediately, rolling over onto his back, a gleam in his eye as he looked up at Tim. “Now what?”