Any Way We Want

by Grey Cole

  Royce fitted his hands around Shea’s backside and pulled him even closer before tearing his mouth free. “Much better. Missed you.”

  “Me too,” Shea admitted before plunging mid-thought into a conversation he was probably already having in his head. “He basically disowned me. If I hadn’t worked my ass off for my own car, my cell, and every stitch of clothing I’ve owned since I was fourteen, he probably would have put me out with only the clothes on my back.”

  “I’m sorry,” Royce whispered against his lips. “I’m here. You’re gonna be okay. You were prepared for his reaction.” Royce moved aside and gestured for Shea to enter the apartment.

  “I know, but I thought I would have more time with them.”

  Royce’s gut roiled with guilt. Shea had assured him that he wasn’t to blame, even if the telling text message he’d sent was the reason they were in this current situation. “Your sister was the one who took care of you when your father beat you for ‘that faggot ass shit’ when you were just a kid. What was she thinking?” Royce couldn’t help but ask.

  Shea’s trembling hands grabbed at his hair. “I haven’t the faintest. One second we’re eating dinner, and the next she was outing me to everyone. Next thing I know—”

  “Shh,” Royce murmured, sensing an impending train wreck of emotions. “Take a breath. We’ve got time.”

  Out of habit, Shea kicked his gray canvas Sperry’s off in the hallway before moving into the empty kitchen. Royce had to bite back a groan over seeing his sexy, naked feet.

  “What is this place?” Before Royce could answer, he spun around and choked out, “My dad said my mom would be so ashamed of me, and that he was glad she wasn’t alive to witness what an abomination her son had become.”

  “God, baby.” Royce was already furious over the situation, but hearing those words turned his blood cold. “That’s an awful thing to say, and even though I didn’t know your mother, I do know that wouldn’t be the case. She loved you.”

  Shea nodded his head and let out a frustrated breath. “I know that. Deep down. But it still hurt like hell. Shit, I don’t know what I’m gonna do. Even with my scholarship, I can’t afford school full-time. Then, I’ll have nowhere to go. I’m gonna end up selling my ass,” he surmised, throwing his hands up in the air before setting them on his hips.

  Royce couldn’t stop the laughter from rolling out of him after that ridiculous chain of observations.

  “Your boyfriend being forced to whore himself out is no laughing matter, Royce,” Shea snorted.

  “It’s fucking hilarious if said boyfriend won’t even use a public toilet.” Royce pulled Shea into him and grabbed his tight ass with both hands, massaging it before swatting him. “Pretty sure you’re not willing to make this a public commodity.”

  Shea finally laughed but then reverted to gnawing his lip again. Royce forced his tongue between those delectable lips in an effort to stop the nervous tic. He ended the kiss and brought them over to the only piece of furniture, a small leather loveseat his dad had wanted to get rid of from one of his offices.

  “You ready to talk feasible solutions?”

  “Absolutely.” Shea kneeled before pulling his legs under him. His habit always seemed to be to make himself as compact as possible, which was quite a feat since he wasn’t a small guy. Royce sprawled next to him and almost laughed out loud at the contradiction.

  “Don’t be offended,” Royce warned as they settled next to each other. “I know how independent you are, but I’ve spoken with my father, who already thinks of you as his own. He wants to pick up the expenses for your final year, with the agreement that you’ll pay him back when we’re making real money. We have the advantage of him having seen our business plan and our prototype, so he knows we’re good for it. But, I have to say he offered the money without strings. He believes in you, baby. I hope that you’ll take him up on his offer, because it comes from a good place.” Royce held his breath as he watched the different emotions cross Shea’s face.

  When Shea finally offered a small smile and a nod, Royce exhaled loudly, but before he could take another full breath, Shea was straddling his lap and devouring his mouth. Shea’s fingers dug almost painfully into his scalp, and Royce grabbed Shea’s ass with everything he had. It didn’t take long for their hips to create a frantic rhythm and for their cocks to find each other.

  “God, Royce. I’m ready. I’m so fucking ready for you to take me,” Shea breathed against his ear.

  Royce nipped at the sensitive skin below Shea’s ear before making a split-second decision. They had been working up to this for months. He knew they were ready, so he didn’t feel the slightest hesitation when he wrapped his arms tightly around Shea’s waist and hoisted them both off the loveseat with the full intention of taking Shea to bed. Shea laughed and squeezed his legs around him while tilting Royce’s head back to nuzzle at his neck. With only the sound of Royce’s bare feet padding across the floor, the atmosphere hummed with intensity.

  “Umm …” Shea protested when he hit the mattress. The king-size bed and sheets were the only purchase Royce had made thus far. “I don’t know about fooling around in someone else’s bed.”

  “You trust me?”

  “Yes. Of course,” Shea answered without reservation. His expressive eyes locked with Royce’s, and all Royce could focus on was how much they meant to one another. He loved Shea so much it was sometimes painful.

  Royce nudged Shea further up the bed with his knee and growled when he spied the strip of flesh revealed where his shirt rode up his torso. He couldn’t help but feather his fingertips over the smooth plane of his stomach. Then he motioned Shea into a sitting position. He stripped off his shirt before placing his hand on his chest and easing him back down. Royce crouched over him. Focusing on one of his favorite spots, Royce laved Shea’s Adam apple with his tongue. He forced himself to move on from there, hoping that he could infuse Shea with all the love he felt by using his tongue alone. They had done all manner of things before tonight, but there were still a few new things to be tried. He knew he needed a relaxed Shea before that could happen.

  Grasping Shea’s wrists in his hand, he worked them both above his head and laid them on the mattress. He sat back on his heels and admired the pretty picture Shea made. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he rasped. Shea’s cheeks heated, and Royce was happy to note the man had regained some of his color.

  Leaning down, Royce kissed his way down Shea’s chest until he was licking the little pink bud that tightened under his tongue. He teased it between his teeth and earned himself a groan of pleasure. Then he sucked until he was sure he left his mark before moving to its twin and giving it the same treatment.

  Royce took his time licking and kissing his way over Shea’s hard muscles until he felt Shea thrumming with a different kind of energy than the nervousness he had arrived with.

  Royce skimmed a finger under the waistband of Shea’s blue jeans, and Shea almost came off the bed, hissing with pleasure. He couldn’t help but grin, loving how sensitive his man was.

  “I need you,” Shea encouraged.

  “And don’t I always give you what you need?”

  Shea nodded and licked his lips. Royce sat back on his heels again, popped the buttons on Shea’s fly, and worked the material down his hips. Then he did the same with the bright green briefs Shea wore. When Shea’s hard cock slapped against his stomach, it was Royce who groaned this time. He still had a hard time believing someone could turn him on so much, not to mention that it was a guy—something he never really thought about before, but seemed so right to him now.

  A tiny pearl beckoned to him from the tip of Shea’s cock, making Royce’s mouth water. He lowered his head, flattened his tongue, and licked his way up the underside of his shaft. Pausing at the crest, he blew a stream of hot air against the flesh and marveled at how it quivered with need.

  “Royce,” Shea begged.

  Royce chuckled a little and then took just the tip of the sw
ollen head into his mouth. Royce tongued the slit and moved his hand to the base of Shea’s cock to feed it into his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks to make a tight suction, working Shea up to a fevered pitch in no time flat. He felt Shea straining under him and knew he would come soon if he didn’t back off, so he kissed his way down the hard length until he got to his balls. He gently sucked one into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue before giving the other equal attention. Royce got off on how concentrated Shea’s scent was here, but he knew there was another whole world of pleasure waiting for them.

  Backing himself off the bed, Royce pulled his own shirt off while watching Shea try to remain perfectly still. What a rush. He relished being in control of such a strong man, and his strong man loved giving him control. Turning away from the bed, Royce dug in his bag until he had the desired supplies. He dropped them onto the bed next to Shea, who didn’t even bother looking at them. Royce ran his hand over his chest, giving Shea a moment to fully realize what they were about to do. When his eyes maintained that steady heat and no look of nerves returned, Royce thumbed his own jeans open, sliding everything down in one motion until he stood naked in front of Shea. He jacked himself for a moment as he considered his next move.

  “I swear I could get off just from you standing there like that,” Shea threatened, waggling his eyebrows.

  Royce cocked his own eyebrow. “You better not.”

  Shea chuckled, and it was music to his ears. Royce took that unguarded moment to drag Shea’s jeans and briefs the rest of the way off, turning the man’s look from amused to somber.

  “Use my mouth, Royce,” he demanded.

  Fuck. Yes.

  Royce climbed up the bed on his knees until he was straddling Shea’s face. He buried his fingers in Shea’s curls, tilting his head back and making his mouth fall open. Royce’s heart beat a million miles a minute as he rubbed the head of his cock across Shea’s lips. He reveled in seeing his precum glistening there. Royce raised his eyebrow, and Shea licked his lips before parting them wider to take him into his mouth.

  “Yeah. That’s it, baby. Take it.”

  Shea moaned and hummed around his cock, and Royce had to squeeze its base to keep from shooting all too soon. He held himself there as Shea sucked and licked until Royce finally felt enough control to move his hand. Then Shea opened his throat and took his full length all the way down. When the head grazed the back of his throat, a growl ripped from Royce’s chest. His hips moved of their own accord then, thrusting mercilessly as he pumped in and out of Shea’s talented mouth.

  Royce braced his hands on either side of Shea’s face as he set an almost punishing rhythm. After a moment, he tried to pull back, but Shea’s hands flew up to his ass. He gripped the cheeks, his fingers digging in painfully and sending Royce pummeling into him again. When Royce’s eyes found Shea’s, they were wild with pleasure and desire. “You love it when I fuck your mouth,” he gritted out.

  Shea tried to nod but settled on humming his approval instead. Royce ran the back of his hand over the scruff he so treasured.

  He pumped a few more times, drawing out his own pleasure before easing out and capturing Shea’s lips with his own. “God, baby. So good,” he praised, eliciting a whimper from the other man.

  Royce moved back down Shea’s body. He bent to kiss the inside of each of his thighs before pushing his legs up and exposing his pretty pink pucker. He didn’t know what it was about seeing it, but it felt like a religious experience. The trust that was instilled in him each time he offered himself to Royce did not go unappreciated, and he knew he would do everything in his power to protect it. Scooting himself down until his stomach was flat on the bed and he was braced on his elbows, Royce licked his lips, gathered saliva on his tongue, and then pressed it to Shea’s opening.

  ***

  Shea was pretty sure he’d blacked out, except white hot stars filled his vision as well. Royce had played with his ass before, but fuck … never like this. Shea tried to understand why he wasn’t shocked or turned off, but all he could come up with was … fuck. That felt amazing. Royce’s warm, wet tongue licked him like Shea was his favorite flavor. And if that wasn’t enough, Shea felt it push inside him. Inside of him. His eyes rolled back in his head, his body coiling before wrenching itself backward again. He let out a shaky breath and moved his hand to his cock. He knew he could come with a single stroke. Royce must’ve felt the movement because he moved his head from side to side, effectively telling him no. Shea groaned in frustration and almost spoke up, but then Royce punched at his hole with that tongue. It darted in and out relentlessly while Shea lost his mind. He clawed his fingertips into the soft sheets below him. Finally Royce relented in his pleasurable torture, only to continue licking and kissing him in the most private of places.

  Vaguely, Shea registered the loss of his mouth and that Royce had shifted on the bed. Then he heard the familiar flip of a lid just before he felt the slide of one of Royce’s thick digits inside of him. He bucked anew, trying to impale himself on it. He needed it. So badly. Shea opened his eyes to find Royce’s intense blue gaze on him. Royce gave him a wolfish grin, which made him light up with a smile of his own.

  “Another?”

  “Oh, yeah,” Shea gasped. He didn’t even recognize his own voice at that point. They had been exploring each other for a while now, but nothing had equaled the intensity of what had just happened or what was about to happen, and Shea couldn’t … fucking … wait. A second finger slipped in. Royce plunged them in deep, fucking him hard. He twisted them, found that magical spot inside of him, and had him writhing again.

  “Can I kiss you?”

  Shea smiled at the thought of Royce always looking out for him. Of course he worried that Shea and his sensitivities would object to the taste of a mouth that had just been on his ass. Only, Shea didn’t think it would repulse him. Just the thought of sharing something so intimate with Royce made him moan with pleasure.

  Shea lifted his hand and crooked his finger at Royce. “C’mere,” he breathed.

  Royce braced himself on one elbow. His tongue plunged inside Shea’s mouth just as his fingers did the same in his ass. Shea wiggled his butt so that he felt the base of Royce’s hand firm against him. If he thought it would taste disgusting, he was wrong. It tasted like a more concentrated version of himself, and suddenly, he knew he wanted to taste Royce in the same way someday.

  Shea felt Royce’s fingers scissor inside him and twist again. And if the ease with which he moved inside him weren’t a surefire indication that he was ready, he knew his desperately leaking cock was.

  Royce left him again at that moment. Shea heard the telltale sound of a condom being opened and donned, then he heard the lube pop open and Royce slicking himself up. Royce moved his fingers across his hole a couple more times, and Shea was ready to demand he fuck him already, when he felt the head of Royce’s cock at his entrance.

  “You’re so fucking ready,” Royce whispered. “But if it hurts, tell me, and I’ll make it better. Okay?”

  Shea just nodded his promise, and Royce pulled his thighs up to rest on his arms, fitted his body snuggly to his own. He made sure to keep his eyes open and steady through the pinch of pain when Royce’s now massive cockhead breached the tight muscle just inside his ass. Royce halted his movement and studied his face before moving again.

  “Breathe,” Royce reminded him. “And bear down a little. Ah, yeah, that’s it.”

  Shea marveled at how much more intense a cock felt than fingers. He’d completely erased his one and only failed attempt at anal, but now, he was amazed at how different it felt this time. Not just because Royce rocked his world so thoroughly before even attempting this act, but also because he was absolutely, ridiculously in love with this man. Shea was lost in thought, so before he knew it, Royce was fully sheathed inside of him.

  “Okay?” Royce asked, his voice turning incredibly rough and sexy. Shea noted the little dots of perspiration that had gathered on his fore
head.

  “I’m good. Feels full. Really full. Move slowly.”

  And Royce did. He took his time, withdrawing slowly and giving a shallow thrust before repeating the motion. Shea’s dick had softened when he first penetrated him, but now, it was back to full mast and begging for attention. Speaking of begging …

  “Royce? Feels so good. I need more though. Give it to me. Please.”

  “Hold your legs,” Royce instructed. Shea grabbed them and held them up and apart as far as he could, offering Royce everything.

  Royce stretched out over him and ground his hips against Shea before pulling back and thrusting into him at a feverish pace. Shea groaned as his dick brushed against Royce’s stomach over and over again.

  He could hear Royce’s labored breathing next to his ear and the slap of skin meeting skin below. The apartment smelled like sex. Hot sex. He imagined what the two of them looked like in this position. Shea spread wide for Royce. Royce pistoning in and out of him. And then he was shooting his load between them. He shouted Royce’s name. He came so hard and so long he saw those beautiful stars again and his breath stuttered and held in his throat.

  When Royce felt the warm jets of cum hitting him, he growled and attacked Shea’s neck, alternating between kisses and bites. A moment later, Royce’s body strained, and Shea could feel his cock pulsing inside him. He grunted and slowed. His lips found Shea’s as he milked his own release. Finally, he shuddered and stilled. His mouth rested on top of Shea’s as the men grinned with pleasure.

  “Fucking spectacular,” Royce mouthed against him.

  “Unbelievable,” Shea agreed.

  Royce tried to move, but Shea wrapped his legs around him and asked him to stay inside him. He didn’t know why. He only knew he would feel a great absence when Royce left him, and he wasn’t ready for that yet. He wondered if it was too much to ask or too weird, but Royce linked their hands together and kissed his Adam’s apple before resting his forehead in the crease of his neck.

  “You know, I was always self-conscious over that piece of cartilage,” he said, thinking about the bony protrusion. “Not anymore though. You’re so obsessed with it you make me glad I have it.”