by Riley Hart
He just didn’t know what to do about it.
It was a few minutes later when his bell rang.
Miles waited a moment, draining the rest of his bourbon before he turned and walked for the door. On the way, he set his glass on the bar.
As soon as he opened the door, Quinn cocked a brow at him. “This is getting out of hand—all this time we’ve spent together. One would think we like each other…or at least that we want to know each other. We weren’t supposed to want to know each other, were we?”
“No, we weren’t,” Miles answered honestly. “Though I think that was likely more me than it was you.”
“I think it was, too.” Quinn stepped inside. Miles closed the door. Quinn looked around his apartment, and he tried to figure out what he saw when he looked at it.
It was decorated nicely—all modern, stainless steel appliances. Lots of gray, which was his favorite color. He had some steel artwork and a few blues thrown in, but that was the extent of it.
“Wow…is it me or is it frosty in here? And I’m a little afraid to touch anything. This looks like a real adult’s apartment to me. Is it kid-proofed?”
“It probably needs to be kid-proofed if you’re going to be here,” Miles teased, as a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and his chest got a strange lightness.
Quinn had a similar playfulness that Chance had, yet different at the same time. He’d never wanted Chance the way he consistently wanted his dick inside Quinn. Even when he fought himself on it.
“And wait…what do you mean by frosty?”
“It’s cold, Miles, and I don’t mean the temperature, but it fits you too.”
The two of them made their way toward Miles’s couch. “Cold fits me? Fuck you very much.”
“Don’t worry. I still like you.” Quinn winked at him. “And I know it’s mostly an act.”
People really needed to quit saying that to him. “It’s not an act.”
“Whatever you say, Counselor.”
Miles pointed to the couch and said, “Sit.”
“Woof!” His eyes went wide at Quinn’s bark. Still, he sat down. “Do I at least get a treat for being a good boy? I really like bones.”
Just like that, his cock started to swell. He’d rather fuck Quinn and forget the rest of it, but damn it, if he didn’t get some answers he was going to drive himself crazy. “We’ll see if you earn my bone.”
Quinn leaned back on the couch and crossed his arms. Miles knew he wasn’t going to say anything. That he would sit there and wait until Miles got out whatever he needed to get out, and he was partially thankful for it but also annoyed. He didn’t want to feel like he could read Quinn and he sure as shit didn’t want Quinn to be able to read him.
“You’re driving me out of my fucking mind.” Miles ran a hand over his head as he started to pace the room.
“Me? What did I do?”
“I don’t fucking know and that’s the thing that’s driving me batshit crazy. I don’t like not having the answers, Quinn. One plus one is always two. It’s always been two for me, but now there are all these fucking variables that make me continuously come up with a different answer.” He had no idea if what he was saying made any sense. It did in his head, but by the way Quinn’s brows knitted together, he was pretty sure Quinn had reduced him to speaking gibberish.
“Me spending the weekend with you? That was not one plus one equaling two. Me coming home with you from Wild Side and staying when you asked? Nope. Not two either. Asking about your past sure as hell wasn’t two and texting and emailing isn’t two and playing video games and telling you about my past is as far from fucking two as you can get.”
“So, I’m kind of like the anti-two?” Quinn asked and Miles stopped moving. He turned and looked at him and, motherfucker, he wanted to kiss him. Wanted to shove Quinn to his knees and force his cock into Quinn’s mouth and fuck it.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“But you’re also smiling…and looking at me like you want to jump my bones. Looks like I might earn my treat after all.”
He wanted to laugh. Damn it all to hell, he wanted to fucking laugh but this was serious to him. Miles needed to understand what was going on.
“Why aren’t you two?” he asked, hating the vulnerability in his voice. He’d never been vulnerable to anyone in his life, outside of Chance and Oliver.
Quinn sighed. “Maybe I am two. Maybe I’m not. Maybe I’m just a really good fuck or maybe you realize you’re tired of keeping yourself closed off or maybe we’re destined to be best friends. Maybe we’ll just screw each other’s brains out for a few weeks and then never see each other again, and that’s the way it’s supposed to be. You can’t always have the answers.”
“But I need them,” he said simply, because it was true. If he were a shrink, he’d say it was because he didn’t have answers about his own past. Because he didn’t know where he’d come from besides that trash can in an alley. And because of that, he needed answers. He needed things to make sense and he also needed to protect himself. That’s what he tried to ingrain into Ollie for years when it came to Matt. He needed to protect himself, so he didn’t get hurt. So he didn’t get left.
But he wasn’t a shrink so he wasn’t saying all of that.
Quinn stood and walked over to him. He stopped right in front of Miles. “The first weekend you stayed because we were both lonely and we’re good in bed together. You spent the night after Wild Side because you’re a good man and you knew I couldn’t be alone. The shit after that? Who knows. Like I said, maybe it’s the sex. Or it could be that we have shit in common you don’t have with anyone else. Because I know what it’s like to wonder…what if and to have no one around you connected by blood. Or it could just be because I’m fucking adorable, addicting, and a blast to be around. The only way to know is not to fight it and to see how things go. You’re not going to find the answers to this one in a law book, Miles. You either have to walk away or explore it and see what happens.”
He reached out and touched Miles’s chest. Quinn’s pale fingers were such a sharp contrast to his darker skin. Quinn’s thumb brushed against his nipple and, motherfucker, it made Miles shudder.
“So what’s it going to be, Counselor? Do I have to go, or did I earn a reward?”
His heart sped up and a low growl vibrated through his chest. He was going to do this. Fuck, he was really going to do this. Miles was going to see what could happen between himself and Quinn…he wanted to. “You know you were a good boy. Go to my room. Last door on the right, and I’ll give you what you want.”
Damned if it wasn’t what he wanted too.
CHAPTER TEN
Quinn felt like he was drunk. His body was buzzing and his pulse flying. He was on a high being fed by his lust. By desire for the pleasure he knew Miles would give him.
And maybe, just maybe, because he’d held his breath waiting for Miles to say yes. Because he felt the connection tying them together and he wanted to explore it as well.
“Hurry your ass up!” he called as he sped down the hallway.
Just as Quinn was about to turn into the bedroom, Miles grabbed his waist from behind, stopping him. “You seem to have forgotten I call the shots.” He stopped and pulled Quinn back so his ass was tucked against a hard cock. Miles bent forward, bit Quinn’s earlobe then sucked it. Quinn’s bones damn near melted right then and there.
“You seem to have forgotten, no matter how much I like that, I also enjoy testing your patience, too.”
Miles chuckled in his ear. “Oh, I remember.” His palm skated around Quinn’s hip until he squeezed Quinn’s cock. A shudder rocked through him that he could tell vibrated through Miles as well.
Quinn inhaled, smelled the soft scent of sweat on Miles’s skin. Had he been working out before he practically demanded Quinn came over? He was certainly dressed like he had been.
“You’re trembling you’re so damn hungry for my cock, aren’t you?” Miles whispered against his ear.<
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Yeah…yeah he was. Quinn had always loved sex. Who didn’t? There was nothing, nothing he liked more than being fucked, more than the feel of a man filling him. The fact that he knew what Miles could do? That he knew Miles could drive him so fucking crazy it felt like an out of body experience? That just made the need ricocheting around inside him even more intense. Like he would lose his fucking mind if Miles didn’t hurry up and take him.
“Are you going to give it to me? If not I can go…” Quinn pretended to try and pull out of Miles’s grasp, but his fingers just dug deeper into Quinn’s hip and the hand on his erection squeezed tighter.
“You don’t get to leave now. You already got me intrigued by you so now you have to stay until I’ve had my fill.”
Which was fucking fine with Quinn. Actually, it was more than fine, but he wouldn’t inflate Miles’s head any more than it already was by telling him.
“Go,” Miles said in his ear while he swatted his ass. The sting he loved rushed through him, welcome and exciting. Quinn walked to the bathroom connected to Miles’s room, hoping for more where that came from, with Miles on his heels. The room was huge, filled with more grays like the living room, his shower, big enough for a large orgy.
“Throw many parties in here?” Quinn teased as he stepped out of his shoes. Miles didn’t answer. He pinned Quinn with his stare that was all fire and want and dominance and confusion.
He almost called Miles out on it. Told Miles he was just as fucking hungry for Quinn’s ass as Quinn was for cock, but the little voice of reason in the back of his mind which he rarely listened to told him he shouldn’t.
So, instead he pulled his shirt over his head, as Miles watched.
He pulled his pants and underwear off, saw Miles’s breathing speed up.
“You gonna stand there all day, or you gonna give me what I want?” He wanted his scalp to sting from Miles pulling his hair. His ass to burn from the other man’s hand. He wanted his lips swollen from kissing and his hole filled and stretched until he wasn’t sure he could take any more.
Again, Miles stayed silent. He walked over to the shower and turned it on. Tested the temperature for a moment. Quinn watched his muscular back as he did so, wanted his tongue to lick a path down all that dark, salty skin.
It was a quick moment later that Miles told him, “Come here,” and Quinn did. He stopped right in front of the man, who then said, “Let me see it.”
Quinn knew exactly what he was talking about. He turned, giving Miles his ass. He traced a finger down Quinn’s crack and damned if he didn’t nearly melt again.
He palmed Quinn’s ass cheeks as he said, “Jesus, this ass. I want to tear it up.”
Quinn’s cock ached, he was so fucking hard. He leaked all over the damn floor. “Then do it, Counselor.”
Miles turned him, took his mouth in a bruising kiss. His tongue pushed into Quinn’s mouth as his finger nudged its way between Quinn’s cheeks. He rubbed Quinn’s hole, and he immediately widened his stance to give Miles better access. They kissed, Miles petting Quinn’s rim until he nearly lost his mind. Christ, he loved having his ass teased and played with.
He licked Miles’s neck, tasted the salt there. He moaned and licked again, and Miles growled in response.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Miles shoved his shorts down. Quinn watched his thick cock burst free and wanted his lips stretched around the fat rod. Wanted Miles to push Quinn’s face into his pubes. Wanted the rough hairs to scratch against his face and the masculine scent of Miles to fill his nostrils.
He wanted to go crazy.
He wanted to drive Miles there too.
Quinn knew how good he was at worshiping a dick and knew firsthand what his mouth did to Miles.
“Want me on my knees?” Quinn asked.
“Maybe,” Miles answered and then, “Get in the shower.”
They both climbed inside. Miles stepped under the spray, water pouring down his muscular body. “You are so fucking sexy,” Quinn told him and earned himself one of Miles’s grins.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Not so bad? I’m fucking fierce, thank you very much,” he teased.
“Wash me,” Miles told him, and Quinn picked up the liquid soap and a sponge. He squirted some of the soap onto the black material and ran it over Miles’s body—his chest, shoulders, under the arms he wanted to bury his face in, before traveling lower, to his stomach, and then down more until he reached his cock.
Miles groaned when Quinn soaped his balls. When he stroked his dick with a slick hand.
Jesus, he was big—heavy sac, thick cock with veins Quinn wanted to lick.
“That’s enough, baby boy,” Miles said, a rough edge to his voice that rubbed Quinn the right way. “I’m going to be the one shooting too soon this time.”
“Don’t ever mention that again. I have a reputation to protect.”
Miles gave him a half grin. “You’ll make up for it.” He stepped under the spray again and rinsed himself. Once the soap was gone, he backed up away from the showerhead and nodded toward the floor. “Get on your knees for me now. I want your mouth.”
He gave Quinn one more bruising kiss and then pushed him down. Quinn went easily. He’d always loved this, being more submissive when he fucked. He didn’t like to be told what to do in his everyday life, but here? When he was with a man? He fucking reveled in it.
When he settled himself and looked up at Miles, he grabbed the base of his erection and asked, “You want it?”
“You know I do,” Quinn replied.
“Then take it.”
Quinn did just that. He licked a straight line from the base of Miles’s cock to the head. Let his tongue circle the crown before he made his way back down again.
He nuzzled Miles’s sac, smelled the fresh soap on his skin, and savored the feel of his rough pubes against his cheek.
It wasn’t until he opened wide, stretched his lips around the erection in front of him to take Miles deep, that he was treated with the stinging of his scalp as Miles fisted his hair. He knotted his hand in it until Quinn shuddered.
His own cock was so damn hard, he worried he’d embarrass himself again. That if he lowered his hand and wrapped it around himself, it would only take a few strokes before he shot himself all over the floor of Miles’s shower. He concentrated on the job at hand, at sucking Miles, at swallowing as much of him as he could because if there was ever a dick that deserved to be worshiped, it was this one.
“Christ, that fucking mouth of yours drives me so crazy. Such a smart, sarcastic mouth until it’s full of dick.”
Quinn’s eyes rolled back. Those words made what he was doing even better.
He continued working Miles’s cock. Wanted attention on his own, on his hole that would soon get what Miles was so good at giving.
There was a sharp pull to his hair, strong enough to tilt Quinn’s head up. The tip of Miles’s cock was at his lips. He knew Miles would pull back soon so he kissed the end before he was jerked to his feet.
Miles still held him by the back of the head. Their lips were inches apart now, breaths heavy, Miles panting as he looked at Quinn.
He breathed in, Miles out, Miles in, Quinn out.
“You gonna fuck me or what, Counselor?” he finally asked, and then they were stumbling out of the shower—teeth clanking, tongues slashing, lips searching.
He felt like Miles was going to devour him, take him whole, and in this moment, he would welcome it.
Miles kissed him until they got to the sink. “Bend over it,” he said, and goose bumps shot across Quinn’s skin at the command.
He did as Miles said. Miles’s hand brushed down his back, his finger tracing each rise and fall of Quinn’s spine. “Perfect arch.”
Quinn looked up, met Miles’s eyes in the mirror and replied, “I know.” Because he did. He was fucking good at this.
“Mouthy little bottom, aren’t you?” Miles teased.
“Realistica
lly confident.”
“You’re killing me.” Miles looked away, and Quinn knew it was because this was a lot. Because just fucking before he’d admitted that Quinn intrigued him was one thing, but now they both knew this was about more than just a piece of ass. What? They hadn’t gotten that far yet and didn’t know each other well enough to figure it out either, but it was a truth between them that hadn’t been there the first weekend they’d shared.
Or maybe they had known it but hadn’t been able to admit it.
“Get in me,” Quinn told him.
“Mouthy,” Miles said again. “Going to have to do something about that.” He winked at Quinn in the mirror before he rummaged in the drawer next to him. He pulled out a condom, ripped it with his teeth, and sheathed that big dick that Quinn couldn’t wait to feel.
There was lube on the counter, and Quinn almost commented on it, but then Miles was squirting his fingers and, fuck…his eyes rolled back as Miles rubbed his hole.
He pushed his finger in and fucked Quinn with it. “Remember what happened last time you did that,” Quinn said between fast breaths. “I came too soon.”
“I remember,” Miles replied. “Don’t do it again.” He didn’t stop, pushed another finger inside. Quinn’s balls were begging to let loose. Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Miles lubed his cock, leaned closer, and pushed the fat head past Quinn’s rim.
“Oh God.” His eyes fluttered. He loved this, loved being stretched by a thick cock.
And it was a stretch. Miles slowly worked his way inside Quinn. Each delicious inch almost made Quinn lose his head, but then Miles was buried to the hilt and his fingers dug into Quinn’s hips and their eyes met in the mirror.
“Give it to me,” Quinn told him, and Miles did.
He pulled almost all the way out and slammed forward again, railed into him with everything he had. They watched each other in the mirror. He watched Miles’s muscles flex and veins spring to life in his neck and wondered what was sweat and what was water from the shower.
He held Quinn’s hips tighter. There would be bruises and Quinn would love them. His body jerked forward every time Miles slammed into him from behind.