Hale moved one hand up to the back of Justin’s head and ran it through his hair. “Justin,” he said. “I have wanted this… for so… long.” It took him three breaths to get out all of the words.
“You’ve only known me for a week,” Justin countered, smiling.
“Then I must want you real bad, because it feels like I’ve been waiting forever.”
“Me too.” He could feel himself shaking, could feel Hale shaking too, perhaps from the strain of their fight. Perhaps from something else. “I’m sorry I ran away.”
Hale kissed him again softly on the lips. “I’d chase you anywhere. Won’t let you get away. Right now, I want to take you into the cab.”
“Why do you think I let you win?”
THEY BOTH laughed, adding a little levity to the situation. Hale had the urge to call him on the obvious lie, but instead he took Justin’s hand in his. “Come,” he said and pulled him toward the cab. He opened the door and ushered Justin in.
Hale’s hand shook on the cab door as he hoisted himself up and in. His stomach seemed to drop through the floor to the pavement below. He was nervous. What the hell was going on?
Justin moved to sit on the sleeper in the back, while Hale went up front. He pulled out his phone and stuck it in the console. Within a few seconds, music filled the cab, loud enough to cover any noises they might make.
Hale hurriedly grabbed a bottle of water from the glove box. When did he get so parched? He began to move to the back but had a second thought and reached to grab another bottle for Justin. He sat down on the small bed next to him and handed him the water.
“Thanks,” Justin said.
They both took long pulls before tossing the nearly empty bottles aside. They sat for a moment, and Hale felt the extreme awkwardness of the situation. Was he sixteen? He should take charge. Justin was certainly waiting for that. Where was all his strength? His bravado? Should he tell Justin he was nervous too?
Justin reached to a storage space under the bed, retrieved a condom and lube, and set it on the bed between them. Justin turned his eyes to Hale, and Hale saw how young he suddenly looked. Hale needed him, needed to take care of him and make him feel good.
His nerves didn’t disappear, but he looked at those lips and had to kiss them again. He and Justin leaned together—not touching with their hands, just their mouths. The kiss went on, not gentle and not hard. Determined.
For long minutes.
“I love kissing you, Justin,” Hale finally said. “It’s something we’re going to have to do more often.” Justin quirked a half smile—was it in trepidation or agreement? Regardless, Hale felt his bravado returning. He wanted this man and wanted him badly.
“Stand up,” Hale said. The cab was tight, but Justin could stand, barely. Even so, he instinctively ducked his head.
“Take your pants off,” Hale said. “You’re beautiful, and I want to see this.” He was cautiously speaking in low tones, and it gave his voice a rumbling sensuality, a deepness he felt in his chest.
Justin quirked an eyebrow at him but hooked his thumbs in the front of his pants and slowly began sliding them down. Hale saw the deepening dark hair as he lowered the waistband, and saw half of his hard cock. Justin stood like that for a moment, smiling. Finally he placed his hands at his sides and pushed down, letting the pants fall to the floor.
Hale was familiar with Justin’s cock. He’d certainly thought enough about it since the last time he saw it. But now it was on display, thick and erect, the head completely free of the foreskin. It was at his face level, and Hale wondered briefly what it would be like to slide it into his mouth. For now he just wanted to look.
He reached over and grabbed Justin’s ass, pulling him closer.
“Hale! Careful, I should have taken my shoes off first.”
Hale chuckled and steadied him as he wobbled closer. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said again. He needed to touch it. To feel it in his hand. He grabbed Justin’s cock around the base. Sliding his hand up and down, he watched the head disappear and reappear under the skin.
“I love your cock,” Hale said. He wanted to lick the bead of moisture that appeared at the tip. “You’re so thick. I’m glad I won.”
Justin smiled, seeming to revel in the attention he was getting. “Yeah, but you’re bigger,” he replied, losing a little bit of the big smile.
He must be nervous. “I’ll be as gentle as possible,” Hale said. “No promises, because this… you… could make me lose control.” Hale looked up at him, continuing to stroke. Justin’s smile returned. “Besides, you and I, we can take a beating, right?”
Gah. That hadn’t come out right and probably was not comforting at all, but this couldn’t be all snowflakes and puppy dogs. He released Justin. “Turn around,” he said. “I’ve never had a back view.”
Justin obliged, turning carefully with his pants at his ankles. God, what an ass. It was large. Strong. Powerful. Hale couldn’t wait to sink himself in deep. He reached out to grab it on both sides, spreading the cheeks in anticipation, catching a quick glimpse of what he wanted to see. Then he gentled his touch, tracing down the curves with his fingertips, feeling the small hairs that got a little thicker as they disappeared between his legs. He touched not the skin, but the hair, gliding along the soft surface. Justin shivered.
Driven by a sudden urge, he leaned in and bit Justin hard in the middle of his cheek. Justin cried out, sounding surprised rather than pained. Hale released his teeth and kissed the spot, admiring the mark he left. “Sorry,” he said softly against Justin’s asscheek. “I can’t help myself.”
He kissed it gently again, inhaling against Justin’s hip. They had really worked up a sweat. They were both somewhat filthy, but Justin had that clean-sweat smell about him, along with autumn and clove. Hale lowered his head and ran his tongue up the cheek, stopping at his waistline to kiss him again, and then running his tongue toward the middle. His chin fit in the cleft of Justin’s ass, and Hale kissed his lower back. He lingered, teasing with the tip of his tongue to get a hint of the saltiness. He made that hungry sound that wasn’t quite a growl, but the human male equivalent of one.
He pushed Justin indelicately to the bed beside him, noticing again his look of surprise, but Hale smiled at him and saw the spark in Justin’s eye that let Hale know he was enjoying this. A lot.
Good, because the kid had given him a fright. He thought he had pushed too hard, lost him. Again.
Hale got down on his hands and knees in front of Justin, which was hard to do with the seat behind him. He undid Justin’s laces and pulled off his shoes and socks, before removing Justin’s sweats and casting them aside. With Justin’s bare feet in his lap, Hale firmly caressed the soles and wandered up to those gorgeous bulging calves. He bent to kiss the side of Justin’s knee and saw his ab muscles tense up as a shiver went through him.
God, to see that reaction. He was making this up as he went along. Aside from Janie he’d paid for most of his sexual partners, and seduction and readiness wasn’t part of the game. He better not screw this up and scare Justin away again. He needed to make Justin like it.
“Now it’s your turn to watch me,” Hale said, and Justin’s eyes widened, his pupils dilated. He stood and peeled off his shirt, dropping it on the floor.
Hale moved for his pants. “Wait!” Justin insisted. “Stop right there.” He looked at Hale’s chest in the span of a breath and said, “Come closer.” Hale complied. He’d comply with anything Justin wanted, bet or no.
Justin reached up to run his fingers in the hair along Hale’s chest, his nipples, his abs. “This….” Justin’s voice faltered. His touch was almost reverent, and it sent shivers through Hale’s body, muscles tensing involuntarily.
Hale smiled and raised his eyebrows, encouraging Justin silently to continue.
“If you only knew….” Justin laughed a little. “If you only knew how many times I paused and replayed a few seconds of video, just to see this.”
Hal
e laughed in return, genuinely amused. “I loved to watch you too,” he admitted. How could two people be drawn to each other as they were, watching each other, wanting each other, and then have this? Their meeting had to be serendipitous. He was certain they were supposed to be right here, right now, in this moment together.
Justin’s hands felt incredible on Hale as they continued to massage his torso and chest, grazing through his hair. “You trim?” Justin asked.
“A little.” Mostly so a fighter couldn’t grab it through his shirt, but if Justin liked it….
“I thought so. I really like it. It’s manly.” The compliment had his dick twitching.
Justin reached up to grab Hale’s nipples. He leaned from the bed to put one in his mouth and run it between his teeth.
“Goddamn,” Hale sighed. Justin bit harder. Hale bit his lip and withstood it for as long as he could before hissing with the pain. Justin immediately let go and kissed him there before settling back on the bed. Turnabout was fair play. Hale made his growling sound again.
He lifted Justin’s chin and kissed him again. Quick and forceful, but not violent as their initial kiss outside had been.
He took a step back. “May I continue?” he asked, seeking permission.
Justin nodded readily. Hale noticed a long string of precome dripping from Justin’s hardened dick. Justin reached down to grab his own cock, but Hale stopped him.
“Don’t touch, not yet,” he insisted.
“I’m getting kind of messy down here.”
“I like to see it. Lets me know you’re enjoying the show. You are enjoying it, right?”
Justin looked at him hungrily. “Keep going,” he demanded, placing his hands on the bed and leaning back.
Hale almost went for the pants but smiled instead as he remembered his shoes should be first. He pulled them off quickly, along with his socks, putting one hand on Justin’s shoulder to steady himself. “No fair. I’d be getting a better show if you did the pants first,” Justin said as Hale leaned over him, his groin inches from Justin’s face.
“Patience, my lad.”
“Fuck patience. Just get your fucking pants off.”
Hale stood, dropping his pants quickly and stepping out of them, only his tight boxer-briefs left on his body, his cock poking above them.
“Let me,” Justin said. Hale stepped forward. Justin slowly lowered the briefs to the floor, and Hale stepped out of them. Fully nude, he reveled in Justin’s dark gaze.
Justin made a little spinning motion with his hand, and Hale turned slowly, letting him look. He clenched and unclenched his ass as he did so. He heard Justin hum with satisfaction.
God, he really liked being watched. Maybe he always had, he’d just never applied it to his sex life before. Maybe love life would be a better term. Heat came to his face.
Hale completed his turn, his length straining as Justin looked on. Justin seemed to sense that it excited him. He placed his hands on Hale’s thighs and looked directly at his cock. Hale flexed and bobbed his cock a little, almost involuntarily. He was getting more turned on from a gaze than he ever had before from a touch.
Justin ran his hands up the inside of Hale’s thighs. It tickled, and Hale breathed in sharply, his cock bobbing again. Justin’s hands kept going, running in the hair between his legs and grabbing his balls, kneading them. “Yes,” Hale said quietly. Hale suddenly had a vision of dipping his cock down and driving it into Justin’s mouth. As Justin studied him up close, was he thinking the same thing?
Finally, Justin grabbed Hale’s cock firmly, running his thumb in the soft triangle under the head, lubing it up with the bead of liquid that must have been there. That was the spot. It lit up all of Hale’s body from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. He moaned softly.
Hale wondered if Justin would ask about him being circumcised. Did he like what he saw?
Justin looked up at him, now seeming very serious. He turned back to Hale’s cock and spit directly on the head, then on his hands, before rubbing up and down the length. Hale rocked his hips. Justin’s hands were strong, not gentle, and they felt better than any hands Hale had ever had on his cock. Why was that? He had never been so turned on in all his life. For a moment he considered letting Justin jack him off, releasing him from his bet.
But Hale really wanted this. He wanted to be inside Justin. Justin, who was both strong and gentle, a man with a soft voice who loved a few select people fiercely. Could Hale be one of those people? This hot, hot man who gave him a feeling deep inside his chest like he had been punched.
Hale stopped Justin, sliding Justin’s hands gently into his own.
“I want you, Justin.” How could Hale communicate what he was feeling? That it was Justin, not just the sex he wanted. “Justin….” Couldn’t do it. No words.
“Lay down with me?” he asked instead.
Chapter 27
JUSTIN WAS glad the sleeper was so small, because it meant he and Hale were pressed together. He couldn’t get close enough, even when they were touching, hands and tongues roaming restlessly.
Despite all the sensations, there was no doubt where the most powerful feelings were emanating from—at least the physical ones. He rutted against Hale’s thigh, giving out a pleasurable moan when Hale clasped his cock. To be touched like that was at once satisfying and confounding, seeming at first to quench but then stoke, the need burning within him. It was never enough.
“God, I can’t get enough of you,” Justin said, breaking their kiss.
“Are you ready to try?” Hale asked, his blue eyes glinting.
“Um… yes.” Kind of.
“Um?”
“Well, a bet’s a bet, right?”
“Yeah, but Justin—”
“It’s fine. I’m willing to try. One of us has to be the first to do it. I’m the one with the bigger balls, apparently, so I’ll go first.”
With that, Hale slid his hand down the length of Justin’s cock to grab his sac and tug gently on it. It produced a pleasurable sensation in the pit of his stomach, a dull ache causing him to groan softly.
Hale’s hand slid lower down the bed to where the lube and condoms lay. In the short pause as Hale began to prepare, Justin took note of the music playing in the cab. He didn’t recognize it. Did Hale like music as much as he did? There was still so much he didn’t know about the man, stuff Hale didn’t know about him.
“What’s the music?” Hale’s slick hand covered Justin’s cock. “I know a lot of music but… fuck… not this one.”
“It’s Old World. Kings of Leon. ‘Closer.’”
“I like it. Sounds like you.”
“Like me?”
“Like the music I would have picked for you, I guess. Gruff. Strong. Fuck. Your hand feels so good.” Justin shifted from his side onto his back to give Hale better access. Hale was looking down at him, his blue eyes intense and hungry.
“Spread your legs for me, Justin.”
Justin complied as much as possible in the limited space as Hale applied more lube to his hand. Justin’s breath quickened. Was it nerves or anticipation?
Then both of Hale’s hands were on him, one on his cock, one working his balls. Justin could feel the lube dripping down his perineum, mingling with the sweat that had him already slick.
Gradually one, then two of Hale’s fingers followed the drip, massaging the area under his balls, and then dipping even lower. Hale’s rough fingers had Justin breathing into the touch, pressing back against the fingers, almost squirming.
Looking down, Justin saw Hale’s cock, which was long and hard. It bobbed with Hale’s ministrations, precome visible on the tip. Hale was clearly more than excited attending to Justin down there.
The man had a very nice cock. Impressive. Almost scarily so. The tip was smooth. Rounded. Soft. Justin hoped that would help in what was about to happen.
Justin’s breath caught as Hale’s fingers grazed his hole.
“Relax,” Hale urged tenderly. His finger
s grazed again, a little harder this time. Justin couldn’t help but lift his hips into the touch. He watched as Hale looked up his body admiringly. “I love watching you,” Hale said. “I love watching your reactions. You’re so fucking beautiful I can’t stand it. I could come just from stroking you and seeing you twitch.”
Hale’s hand left Justin’s cock, moving up to caress his abs. With what Hale’s other hand was still doing, Justin couldn’t help but keep flexing his abs, his breaths becoming erratic. Hale’s excitement quelled any embarrassment Justin had about being touched so intimately.
One of Hale’s fingers slowly circled Justin’s hole.
“Relax now,” Hale said.
Justin smiled. “I am. I’ve done this part before.”
“Oh yeah?” Was that a look of dismay that crossed Hale’s face?
“What?” Justin said. “You’ve never had a girl put a finger in your ass before?”
“No. Can’t say that I have.” Hale frowned a little bit, breaching Justin with the pad of his finger, pressing against him.
“Shit,” Justin said. “Feels good. I mean, what you’re doing now feels good. Not having a girl stick her finger in your ass. I mean… that feels good too, just not as good as what you’re doing right now. Fuck… I’ll shut up.” Certainly blushing, he looked away.
Hale laughed. “No, you can tell me. I want to know. It’s important to know.”
“One finger feels good,” Justin said. He looked back at Hale. “It seems like you’ve done this before.”
“I’m good at improvising,” Hale said, grinning. “Just like when I fight.”
Hale’s finger pushed in a little farther, circling right inside Justin’s hole.
“God, yes,” Justin said.
“More?” Hale asked.
“A little bit.” Hale pushed in deeper until Justin inhaled sharply, just when it started to feel a little uncomfortable.
“Stay there a little bit.”
“You want two fingers?”
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