by Amy Lane
“Hey,” he said and looked at Dex from under his brows. Dex’s eyes were still red, but now they were spilling over a little, and Kane felt like shit. He reached out then and used his finger to brush some of the wetness off Dex’s cheek. Dex looked back at him, and suddenly Kane saw how tired he was. This had been eating at him, hadn’t it? Just like that fear had been eating at Kane. Oh God. Dex had worried too! The knowledge gave Kane some confidence when he started talking to Chelle.
“Chelle?”
“Yeah?” She sounded amused.
“Look, I know we had a real good time tonight, and I’d love to go to the movies with you sometime like we talked about but”—Kane made sure Dex was looking him in the eyes when he said it—“but really, only as friends, okay? I’m sort of in a relationship right now.”
“Oh,” she said, and he heard the disappointment in her voice and wanted to kick himself.
“I’m sorry. Yeah. I didn’t really think about how all that could be… how it could… fuck, what’s the fuckin’ word?”
“Misconstrued,” she said gently. “Or mistaken.”
Kane swallowed, thanking God she wasn’t a bad person either. “Yeah. The way I was acting, it could be misconstakened. I had a lot of fun tonight, but I got somebody, and I didn’t want to waste your time, okay?”
“Thank you,” she said softly. “Most guys would be okay just leading me on.”
Kane reached out and brushed another tear off Dex’s cheek with his thumb. “Yeah, well, most guys would be smart enough to know they were doing it when they were really just looking for a quiet place to sit in a noisy house. Thanks for not bein’ mad. I gotta go.”
“Bye, Kane. Don’t forget to call me about the movies. I promise I won’t misconstrue anything. We’ll just go as friends.”
“Bye. I’ll call later.”
He hit End Call and put the phone in his jacket pocket, and he and Dex regarded each other levelly over the turtle terrarium.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Dex said after a moment that was so quiet, Kane could swear he heard the November fog settle and the turtles breathe.
Kane snorted. “The fuck I didn’t!”
Dex arched his eyebrows, and another tear plopped down on the carpet. Kane reached out to brush the next one away, and Dex caught his hand. “Why did you?”
“’Cause.” Kane swallowed and turned his hand so they could clasp fingers. “Anything that ends up with us in separate beds, that’s the wrong thing. You hear me? Whatever I have to give up or stop doing to keep us in the same bed, that’s the right thing. I’m not smart. I’m not. But right now, that’s the only thing I know.”
“Kane, you know that means you’re gay—or at least bi.”
Kane shrugged. “I don’t care,” he said helplessly, unable to convey how little that really mattered right now. “I just….” He tried to drop his hand, but Dex kept their fingers tightly laced. He looked down past their clasped hands to the turtle terrarium and tried, for once, to put things into words.
“I just kept being afraid that I’d wake up and you’d be gone,” he said softly. “I don’t know how to make it so I know that’ll never happen, but if telling people I’m gay and you’re mine is the way to do that, then fine. I don’t care. Whatever you want. I just need us to keep waking up in the same bed, David. I need to know you’ll be there when I go to sleep. Good day, shitty day, the only thing I want at the end of it is for you to be there when I go to sleep. You tell me how to make that happen.”
Dex brought their clasped hands up to his mouth and kissed Kane’s knuckles. “Okay, asshole. Repeat after me: ‘I’m sorry. I’m in a relationship.’ Can you say that?”
Kane looked up at him and smiled, so relieved that Dex was smiling back that he felt his eyes get warm and salty-bright too. “I’m sorry. I’m in a relationship,” he said softly, and Dex took a step forward like they were going to kiss, and then stubbed his toe on the terrarium.
“Fuck,” he muttered and then bent down. “Go get undressed, okay? I’ll be there in a sec.”
Dex bent to pick up the terrarium and put it back. Kane did what he said to do, making sure to hang his coat up in the hall with his hat in the pocket. He threw his shirt and undershirt in the hamper they’d been sharing, and folded his jeans neatly and put them on top of the dresser pile with the rest of his clean clothes. Then he jumped in the shower quick to rinse off, and when he got out and put on his boxers and ambled into the bedroom, Dex was rearranging the clothes on top of the dresser.
“What in the hell are you doing now?” he asked, his voice pitching. God, he just wanted sex! Not plain sex but Dex sex, which was apparently worth giving up all other sex except for set sex, because Dex sex was that special. But he’d said the good thing, he’d made Dex feel better, and he’d meant it—didn’t they get sex now?
“I’m moving your clothes into my dressers,” Dex said patiently, and he did. He put the big pile of plain white underwear in the top drawer of the big dresser, and the big pile of T-shirts and Henleys in the next drawer, and then looked at the pants and jeans, then into his closet, which wasn’t that big and was sort of full. “I’ll take care of those tomorrow,” he said softly, and then, while Kane still waited at the bedside, he came forward.
“Why’d you do that?” Kane asked, looking at the blank spot on top of the dresser. Maybe they could put a terrarium on that after all. “When I lived in the other house, I kept most of my shit on the dressers anyway.”
Dex smiled a little, but his eyes were downcast as he flattened his palm against Kane’s muscled stomach. “I know you did,” he said, and Kane sucked in his gut and let his skin ripple across it in response to Dex’s touch. “I visited, remember? Before you got the guys?”
Kane’s shoulders twitched. “I was embarrassed,” he apologized. “I knew you’d have a better place than that. I bought that expensive house and everything, but I didn’t know how to make it a good place.”
“You like my place?” Dex said, moving closer.
Kane always forgot how tall Dex was, and when they were standing toe to toe like this, he had to look up. “I do.” Kane framed Dex’s hips with his hands and pulled him close not in a crude way—although when Dex’s thumbs brushed his nipples, his cock woke up big-time—just closer, that was all.
Dex lowered his head and brushed Kane’s shoulder ever-so-gently with his lips. “Good,” Dex said. “I’m glad you like my place. Your slimy things are taking up my spare bedroom, and you’ve bought groceries for a month. Now that I’ve moved your shit into my drawers, it’s officially your place too, until you want to bail.”
Kane swallowed. “I don’t even pay rent.” God, he was dumb. He’d meant to, but he’d totally spaced the day he should have. It had just occurred to him too. But obviously it hadn’t just occurred to Dex.
“Yeah, Kane. You’re a freeloader. I don’t give a shit. Just don’t… don’t deny me in public. Don’t fuck around with girls and say it’s not cheating. Don’t… don’t treat this like it’s not special.”
Kane rubbed his cheek against Dex’s, thinking about all the guys he’d fucked on the set, all the girls he’d fucked in bathrooms, behind buildings, whatever. “I’m not smart,” he said, his voice rough. “But I know special. It’s special. Anything I gotta do to sleep next to you. That’s what I’m gonna do.”
“Anything?”
Kane’s lips came to that spot just under Dex’s jaw, and he turned his head and kissed it. “Yeah.”
Dex stepped back and took Kane’s face in both hands, then pressed forward, stopping when their lips could barely touch. “Then let me lead tonight.”
“Okay—”
Dex captured his mouth and kissed him, but not their usual kiss. Not the dying of starvation kisses they were good at. This kiss was slow, and slower, and exquisite and tender, and it played with the sweep of Dex’s tongue and the pulling of his lips and the playful bumping of noses until Kane was happy and aroused and tried to push forw
ard for more.
Dex didn’t let him. “My turn,” he warned and then kissed Kane back until his legs bumped the bed. Dex kept pushing, and Kane put his arm behind him and took their weight, lowering them both onto the bed until Dex was lying on top of him, still kissing.
Oh God. Still kissing. And it was wonderful. Kane spread his knees so Dex was lying between them, then lifted his ass and ground up against Dex’s lower abdomen. Dex ground back aggressively, then pulled away enough to whisper, “Don’t get pushy, Carlos,” as he kissed down Kane’s jaw to his ear.
Kane groaned, and Dex nibbled on his earlobe again. “Say it again,” he muttered.
“Don’t get pushy?”
“My name.”
“Carlos,” Dex murmured, his breath hot in Kane’s ear. “Carlos Ramirez.”
“José Carlos Ricardo Ramirez,” Kane whispered, because it was his baptism name and he didn’t think he’d ever hear anyone else say it when his parents stopped writing.
“José Carlos Ricardo Ramirez,” Dex said soberly, rearing back to look him in the eyes. He did something odd then: he leaned forward and kissed Kane’s upper lip, licked it softly, and Kane realized that Dex could see his palate scar—and apparently didn’t give a fuck. “José Carlos Ricardo Ramirez, I’m David Calvin Worral.”
Kane’s grin felt like it stretched his ears. “Calvin?”
“It’s my grandfather’s name. My brother got the other grandfather, and everybody else got aunts and uncles. Not a lot of imagination in our family.” Dex punctuated the speech with little kisses all over Kane’s face, and Kane loved that, but he was fully aroused and starting to squirm.
“Okay, David Calvin, are we gonna start fucking soon?”
“Yeah, José Carlos Ricardo, but first I’m gonna stick my tongue in your asshole and suck your balls. You ready for that?”
Yippee!
Kane grabbed Dex’s hips and forced their groins together so the counterpressure could keep him from coming. “Dirty talk,” he gasped. Guys didn’t talk that dirty at Johnnies—a lot of ’em were too self-conscious. But to hear those words coming from Dex’s plump, smiling mouth with those angel’s eyes twinkling when he said it? “God! You’d better fucking follow through!”
Dex kissed down his jaw and across his pecs. Kane closed his eyes as Dex took a nipple in his mouth and laved, and laved, and laved until—
“Oh crap! Dexter! David! Whatever!”
Dex pulled away from the one nipple and pinched the other. Kane groaned, and Dex pointed his tongue and traced a path over each rippled muscle in Kane’s stomach, then down, circling his belly button, and to his happy trail, which Kane left unwaxed.
“I like this hair,” Dex said between licks and then slid Kane’s boxers off and shoved his feet up on the bed, leaving him exposed, erect and splayed for Dex and Dex alone, with the light still on.
Kane’s cock was lying hard and long across his abdomen, his cockhead exposed because the foreskin had retracted, and Dex’s breath on the head made Kane shiver. Suddenly he needed a touch there, needed Dex’s mouth there, but after one brief tantalizing touch of Dex’s tongue right on the slit to lap at the drop of shining precome, Dex traced a line down the ridge of Kane’s cock down over his balls (which he tried to shave regularly) and down, down….
The flat of Dex’s tongue on Kane’s freshly washed taint was so good, Kane let out a bark of surprise.
And then started wiggling his ass because he wanted more.
Dex kept licking, and with every lick, he moved down, down, until he grabbed one of Kane’s thighs in each hand and shoved up.
“Part your cheeks for me, ’kay?” Dex ordered roughly, and Kane did, realizing that even though there were no cameras here, he’d never felt more vulnerable.
That was okay, though. Dex used that moment to lick down, into Kane’s asshole, and start licking, poking his tongue into the entrance, and Kane’s whole body started to quiver. He moved his hand to his cock because he fucking needed it, and Dex knocked the hand away.
“No,” he said between licks. “No. ’Cause I’m gonna top tonight, Carlos, and you’re going to want to hold on to that thing when I’m pounding your ass.” Dex punctuated that with another lick, and Kane grunted.
“You’d better hurry, then, ’cause I’m gonna shoot!”
Dex peered up over Kane’s crotch. “Yeah?” he said, sounding pleased. “Really?” He stuck out his tongue and licked again. “From a rim job?”
“Dexter!” Kane begged, and Dex rewarded him with a finger in his ass. Kane groaned low and happy, because it felt good, and Dex added a second one, and then, oh thank God, took Kane’s cock down his throat in one slow mouth caress that left Kane’s hands scrabbling in the sheets for purchase while he tried to focus on something, anything, enough not to come. He reached backward instead and scooted out of the range of Dex’s mouth, and Dex followed him with those twitching, invading fingers never leaving his ass. Finally (finally!) he was in range of the end table, and he pulled out the lube and the condoms and threw them at Dex, careful not to clock him in the head.
Dex dumped the lube over his fingers and penetrated him again, and Kane wriggled, hoping Dex would get the hint. He’d always liked bottoming, he had, but he’d been so forceful as a top that John had scheduled him to do that instead.
“No condoms,” Dex said suddenly, and Kane tried to open his eyes, but he couldn’t. If he opened his eyes, he was afraid he’d come.
“What?” he asked instead. God… Dex’s one finger had found his prostate and was rubbing, and Dex’s hand was on his cock, and… oh fuck.
“We use condoms on set,” Dex said, and his voice was serious, so Kane forced his eyes open and forced his hips down on the bed. “You and me, you and me only? We’re no condoms.”
Kane tried to do the math and failed. “Is that safe?” he asked, and Dex kissed the inside of his thigh. It tickled and turned him on unbearably at the same time.
“Only if neither of us cheats.”
Kane nodded and wiggled and whined and tried one more time—his last for the night—to think like a grown up. “Won’t cheat. No condoms. God… Dexter… whatever. Fuck me.”
Dex’s fingers disappeared, and Kane keened at their absence. And then Dex was suddenly there, his cock wedged in Kane’s entrance. Kane often forgot that Dex’s cock was longer than his and almost as wide, and suddenly he remembered that thrill of having someone about to invade him in a way that was intimate and private and potentially painful but… ahhhh. Dex’s cockhead breached him, and it burned, but it felt unbearably good, and his entrance clamped down on Dex’s cock as his whole body started to shake.
“Oh God!” Kane gasped, and Dex just kept pushing his way in. “Oh God… oh God… Dex… slow is killin’ me… oh God….”
But Dex kept pushing slow until finally he was there, all inside, and Kane’s whole body was shaking with sweat, just having it there. Oh, fuck, it felt so good. Dex pulled back a little and moved forward, and Kane groaned and his hand flailed for his cock, because he needed, needed, absofuckinglutely had to fucking come right the fuck now!
As soon as Kane gripped his cock, Dex pulled back and slammed into him, nailing his prostate and burning the holy hell out of his ass, and Kane squeezed himself hard and stroked and howled.
Dex laughed breathily and did it again. “Jesus, Kane, the neighbors are gonna think I’m killing you!”
Kane couldn’t answer. “Fuck me faster,” he begged and stroked again, right as Dex pulled back and pumped in some more. Oh God. Oh God. He’d forgotten how good this was. How amazing it was when someone else took care of him, did this for him. And Dex was good. So good. Dex pulled back and thrust again, and again, and again, his hips picking up speed as Kane jerked on his cock, yanking the foreskin up and over the cockhead and using that delicious precome-slicked friction to pitch himself up, up, up high… oh God, so high….
Dex plowed into him with a brutal thrust and Kane was over, spurting all over his
abs, his hand, his arm, and he howled out his orgasm as Dex kept fucking him. This wasn’t the porn set, and Kane realized that specifically when Dex didn’t pull out to come. He just kept hammering away until… oh God. Kane felt it. Dex’s face scrunched up and he gasped and fell forward, his hips jerking, and Kane felt it. He’d never realized you could feel someone else’s come up your ass, and it was hot and sticky as it started to leak out around Dex’s cock, and it was so sexy… God… so sexy….
Kane’s cock hardened again even as Dex fell forward, breathing heavily into Kane’s ear. Kane moaned, so sensitive it would take the slightest touch to send him off, and Dex chuckled. “Again?”
“Your mouth,” Kane begged. And Dex did. He pulled back, and the flood of come over Kane’s backside made him whimper, because it really was fuckin’ hot, and… and then Dex’s skilled and gentle mouth engulfed his cockhead while his strong hand stroked, and that’s all it took for Kane to go off one more time.
Dex hauled himself up and collapsed on Kane’s shoulder, sweating and breathing hard—Dex, who ran about ten miles on the treadmill every day. “Done?” he asked, that thread of gentle humor in his voice, and Kane nodded, palming Dex’s bright, sweat-soaked head with his own wide, sweaty hand.
“For now,” he said and turned his head so he could kiss Dex, come-breath and all.
“Happy Thanksgiving, Kane,” Dex said when Kane let him up for air.
Kane just laughed softly because it really was.
Scouting New Territory
Dex
DEX was watching him sleep. Sometime in the night, Kane’s tight hold on Dex’s waist had loosened, and his arm was flung out under his head, and his dark hair was tousled over his bicep. His head was tilted back and he was snoring. Not gently and not like a gentleman either—it was mouth-open, no-holds-barred, rattle-the-windows-and-scare-the-snake-in-his-terrarium snoring.