Last Chance

by Lyn, Viki

  Stu traced the hoop with his finger, careful not to pull at it. Then he bent his head down and sucked the ring and nub into his mouth. Aric gasped, for Stu had quickly discovered one of his weaknesses. He loved his nipples being teased and the simmering ache from a tug of his piercing. Wishing it to go on forever, he groaned without a care as Stu licked the sensitive flesh.

  Then Stu moved away, and Aric felt the chill in the air. Stu swept a heated gaze down the entire length of his body. The towel brushed along his nipples again, causing another sweet ache to set off fireworks in his groin. He arched into the towel, and Stu caught on, concentrating on the two rosy circles.

  “One of your sweet spots, eh?” Stu bent down again and gently tugged at the hoop with his teeth.

  Aric was suddenly hit by a wave of dizziness. Oh, did he want to fuck this guy! His body buzzed from too much excitement. His hands crept toward Stu's ass. His mind was split in half, his cock needing a screw—badly—and his heart wildly in flight. All thoughts flittered and disappeared as his throbbing nipples were engulfed by Stu's warm mouth. All reason ceased between Stu's sucking and licking and the nubby fibers of towel sending lustful prickles of heat down his limbs.

  Aric leaned his back against the wall to steady his legs, his heart racing into overdrive. They would never get out of the shower at this rate. Did he even care? Forget the damn bed. Better to take what he could get now before Stu changed his mind.

  Aric reveled in the pampering as Stu continued drying him off. Stu knelt to wipe the tops of his feet and slowly moved upward. The tender care was alien to Aric. His muscles tightened as the intensity of desire rippled through him. He was about to pull away when the towel brushed his balls, sending a jolt of lust between his thighs and shaking the core of any resistance he had left.

  Stu raised his chin. Pale brows framed thickly lashed eyes. His hand leisurely slid up and down Aric's thigh, teasing as it curved between his legs, nearing Aric's steel-hard balls.

  Aric reached down for his cock, but Stu blocked his hand. “Don't be so eager.”

  Eager? Hell, he was going to fly out of his skin! Enough of Stu's teasing.

  Aric demanded the dominant role in his relationships, never relinquishing his control to anyone. Especially not to someone as young and inexperienced as Stu. Aric jerked the towel off from around his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. He grabbed Stu's wrists and yanked him to his feet, then pulled him to his chest and clamped his arms around his neck.

  Aric whispered in Stu's ear, “I'm not into slow.”

  Then he kissed Stu—hungrily, greedily, not holding back. The young pup was going to get his first lesson on getting it on with another man.

  Stu stiffened under Aric's strong grasp, the towel slipping from his hand. Then he relaxed into the demanding kiss, his hands caressing Aric's smooth, damp back. Their tongues met with equal force. Kissing a guy was nothing like kissing a girl. He expected a soft, gentle Aric, not the rough grip and challenging tongue; it was overwhelming, out of control, and a total turn-on.

  Aric pulled back, and Stu gasped, surprised by the gulp of air entering his lungs. Aric pinched his ass and slyly smiled.

  He laughed at Aric's foxy grin. Gone was the skittish nerd, replaced by a confident seducer of men. At that moment, he understood Aric expected him to be the submissive one. Shocked that he didn't care, he would do anything to keep this devilish guy from escaping his grasp.

  For a slim man, Aric held him in a viselike grip. Being held like this, in such a compromising situation, excited him. Aric's restless lips desensitized his skin, leaving a numb buzz wherever those lips touched. He dug his fingers into the lush hair and yanked Aric's head back. The vulnerable curve of Aric's neck was there for the taking, and Stu kissed a trail down to his collarbone.

  Aric's hands were all over him—chest, arms, butt, thighs.

  Butterflies fluttered in Stu's stomach. He held Aric to his mouth, venturing a kiss. Fingers twisted gently in his pubic hair before resting on the tip of his cock. A moan burst from his chest and reverberated into Aric's mouth. Aric smiled against his lips and ran the pad of his finger across the slit.

  He gripped Aric's shoulders, his fingers catching hair, his nails digging into the delicate skin. “Oh God, it feels good.”

  A strong hand fisted around his cock. “Are you sure you want this?” Aric nipped Stu's neck, then followed with a kiss to ease the sting. “I can hurt you, you know.”

  Hurt? How? Stu stilled. Would Aric suck his blood? Should he care? No way could Aric really hurt him. Stu's kind was immune to a vampire's powers, and anyway, he was too far gone to worry about Aric sucking his blood. He licked his lips, then smiled, half intent on kissing Aric again.

  He leaned in, his hands curving the contour of Aric's slender hips. He gripped the taut skin, feeling bone. He didn't want Aric to bolt, but then, he wouldn't. Aric was in control, and if his smile was any indication, he was enjoying himself too much. Looking into Aric's gaze, he saw only desire in those eyes.

  “But you won't hurt me,” Stu said. “Whatever you want, I'll do it.”

  “The big man on campus willing to submit that easily?” Aric mused aloud, his eyes smoldering.

  Steam swirled around them, dampening the walls and floor and misting the glass shower door. The room smelled of sex between two men. Raw, spicy, and heated.

  “I'm not such a big man—”

  “I'd say you're very adequate.”

  A blush seared Stu's cheeks as he focused on his aching cock.

  Aric's lips curved into a smile. “You're not a virgin, are you?”

  “Fuck no.” Although Stu could count on one hand how many times he'd had sex with women.

  Aric's smile twisted slightly. “Maybe we shouldn't—”

  Stu lunged into Aric and kissed him, thrusting his tongue inside the moist, bittersweet mouth. That was not all he thrust; he rubbed his erection against Aric's, letting him know how much he wanted this. At this moment, they were the only two people who existed, and nothing else mattered.

  He pulled away long enough to ask, “What do I do? Tell me.”

  “Just enjoy the ride. I'm surprised you've never been tempted in the locker room. Maybe with your best friend?”

  Aric stroked and squeezed Stu's cock, his voice a faint sound in Stu's brain.

  “I guess comparing dicks and stuff like that.”

  “Sweet. Naive too. You're in for a treat, then.” Aric gave a hard squeeze to Stu's cock before taking both of their dicks in his crafty hands.

  That move alone made Stu moan. His knees quivered from the fiery pressure smothering all other sensations. Soap, precum, and sweat gave their passion a silky roughness. The incredible feeling of cock against cock was…so erotic.

  Aric's capable fingers seemed to know every nerve ending in his dick. Stu rocked into the tight sheath of Aric's fist. Losing all control, he clung to Aric, who kept up the pulsating rhythm of his hand, deftly stroking them both. Aric's lips and teeth found his neck, his shoulder, his collarbone. Sharp, quick bites. Stu's veins burned with an incredible heat; his head was spinning, and his limbs were growing numb. An exhilarating vibration encased his body, making his groin tight and hot.

  Aric moaned as he pulled away. The sudden loss of body contact was staggering, and Stu leaned against the wall for support. He touched his neck, shocked to find no deep punctures or blood. He'd thought…

  “I already fed on my own blood. It was enough.” Aric stepped back, licking his lips. “Soap up your cock. I want to watch you stroke yourself.”

  Stu picked up the bar, still wet and sudsy, from the shower floor, and stole a glance at Aric. Eyes smoldering with lust locked onto his groin.

  “Go on. Get it nice and slick for me.”

  Stu fumbled the bar but caught it before it slipped from his hands. He was so turned on, jacking off would take nanoseconds. Yet he wanted this. He'd asked for it. Now he had to perform. A competitor at heart, he would not crumble before Aric.
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  This was what they both wanted. Any fool could see it.

  Stu knew he was being watched, and his senses were heightened as he soaped the length of his cock. He was so close to an orgasm, he almost came all over his hand, but he held it off by clenching his stomach and trying desperately to focus on anything but what he was doing.

  Aric stayed in his relaxed stance, arms casually crossed, his cock curved out and waiting. Stu's mouth twitched as he wondered how Aric would taste. He'd never had a cock in his mouth. Hell, he never stroked his dick in front of a guy either.

  “Now touch your balls.”

  The mention of his privates jolted Stu's groin, almost causing his knees to give out.

  Aric's gaze focused on Stu's cock. “Go on.” Aric smiled. “You look fucking awesome.”

  Stu had never been watched with such intensity; he found it wildly erotic. Laving his hands with more soap, he looked into Aric's eyes. They shone wicked and playful. Another side of Aric he'd just discovered. He leaned against the shower wall as Aric sucked in his lower lip, grazing it with his teeth. His balls tightened, so sensitive they were ready to burst, and his soapy hand hovered near his groin.

  Aric stepped forward. “Touch them.”

  Stu lost his breath, then caught it again. It was that sexy timbre of Aric's command that excited him. And the complete surprise that he liked being dominated. Did this make him the girl in the relationship? Was he, in fact, gay? Heat flushed across his neck at the thought. He hated labels. And well, he wasn't anything like his flamboyant gay brother, who flaunted his sexuality. Stu never gave much thought to his own sexual nature. He liked girls but didn't date much, having had only one steady girlfriend in high school. Yet his attraction to Aric pulled at his stomach and traveled lower, leaving no doubt how much he wanted this.

  Before he had a chance to think more about it, Aric was standing beside him, guiding Stu's hand. All thoughts crumbled as his fingers skimmed his sensitive skin. Blissful shocks. His fingernails grazed his scrotum. A deep, throaty groan rose from his chest. Shiny pearls glistened on his tip, and his cock strained under the pressure.

  Aric stroked his own cock, the look in his eyes smoldering. Stu held on to his control. A man was stroking off in front of him, and it was so fucking sexy. He cupped his balls, rolling them in his palm. He'd masturbated, had girls suck him off, but this…this caused a major meltdown of his inhibitions.

  Aric stopped his stroking and moved within inches of Stu. His gaze dropped downward. He squeezed his thighs together while guiding Stu's cock between his legs. He then nudged his hips forward. The sensation sent a thrill through Stu, and he was dangerously close to release as soon as his cock slid between those moist thighs.

  “This is safe fucking. You won't get pregnant.” And Aric laughed, so carefree that Stu's heart skipped a beat.

  Aric tilted his hips upward a couple of times, giving Stu a hint. Bending his knees slightly, Stu pushed forward, sliding his cock between the tight clench. Oh fuck, the hardness—hot and sexy and slick.

  Aric's thighs were hard as granite, making his cock throb with every thrust. Aric's shaft rubbed against Stu's belly, seeking its own pleasure. Stu pressed closer, and he reveled in Aric's tremors, his moist, sweaty skin, and his damp hair flapping against his shoulders.

  Aric's hands clawed, squeezed, pinched. They rocked in unison as Stu massaged Aric's back and slid his hands down the sexy contour of his ass, feathering a fingertip across his moist crack. Aric's low moan encouraged him to explore further. Passing up the puckered hole, he then teased the back of Aric's downy balls.

  “Oh fucking Christ!” Aric shouted, his face rigid, his mouth panting, and his body convulsing as he ejaculated.

  The rapturous look on Aric's face was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.

  That look alone triggered Stu's explosive release. Blinding, mind-blowing, every nerve popping—he rode it for all it was worth.

  They slid to the shower floor, grasping onto each other. Stu buried his head in Aric's wet hair, breathing hard, his body happily sated, his skin tingling from the aftershocks.

  Aric stroked his cheek and kissed him chastely on the lips. “Are you okay?”

  Aric's concern went straight to Stu's heart.

  After a few minutes, he helped Aric rise, and once they rinsed off, they left the shower, towels tucked around their waists. He floated into the bedroom, leading Aric to bed. “You're sleeping with me tonight.” His voice left no room for argument.

  Aric crawled into bed and lifted the covers over him. Stu smiled, all his tension from the evening drained away.

  Frown lines etched Aric's forehead as he punched the pillow and stuffed it behind his back. “You find me amusing, or was it the sex?”

  “No, no.” Stu waved his hand. “I liked it. All of it.”

  The thought that maybe he found it too easy flashed in his mind. He settled under the covers and held out his arms. “Come here.”

  Aric tugged the edge of the bedspread, covering his chest. “I'm not good at this…this overnight shit.”

  Stu folded his arms and rested his back against the headboard. Aric's self-confidence vanished quickly once the scene became personal. What the hell had happened that made him so skittish about intimacy?

  “What overnight shit?” Stu asked, keeping any judgment from showing in his voice.

  “Sleeping with someone.”

  “I know you're not a virgin.”

  Aric frowned. “Very funny. I meant spending the night. Afterward.”

  “You never had a boyfriend?”

  “Of course I have. It's just, I never spent the night at their place or mine. They were always…dating other people or married.”

  “So you dig straight guys.” Stu frowned at Aric's secret obsession. So, I must be a diversion, a play toy. He picked at the nubby bedspread. A sour taste settled in the back of his throat. He wanted to be more than someone's toy. Even if it had been for one night and with a guy, it didn't lessen the importance of what they had done.

  “Not anymore. At least, not until tonight. And with my, uh, change, I don't go out with anyone. It's not safe.” Aric rubbed his hand over his tired face. “This was a mistake. I went too far. I almost…” A shiver made his hand tremble as he reached out to touch Stu's neck.

  “But you didn't.” Stu grabbed Aric's hand and brushed his lips over the mole beneath his eye. He kept Aric's warm fingers safely in his own. “I like you. I like what we did.” A connection had sizzled between them, regardless of their gender. It was wrong to dismiss what they had done as a fling. How could it be when lust smothered his chest every time Aric touched him?

  Aric's gaze shifted, his mouth set firm. “You know this was a mistake, right?”

  “Why? Because you're turning into a vampire? You don't scare me.”

  “I should.”

  “Let it go. At least for tonight. Lean on me for a while.” Stu caressed Aric's long hair, still damp from the shower and smelling of vanilla. He pulled him to his side, and Aric tensed but then curled into him. His eyelids drooped; the corners of his lips softened.

  “See, you want to,” Stu said quietly.

  They shifted their bodies until they lay together. Stu slung his arm over Aric's side, snuggling against his back before he closed his eyes. He should have felt guilty for sleeping with a guy, but as he tightened his hold around the slim waist, a strange peace settled over him. Their bodies spooned perfectly, and that surprised him too.

  Warmth permeated Stu's skin, and sleep snared him into its net. Aric's breathing became rhythmic as he drifted, his scent entering Stu's dreams. Keats whispered,

  With lips that tremble, and with glistening eye

  All the soft luxury

  That nestled in his arms.

  Chapter Five

  Aric squinted from the blast of sunlight streaming across the bed and was startled by a pair of arms holding him. Stu was nestled against the length of his backside, one arm slung over his waist, t
he other cupping his head. His moist breath warmed Aric's neck.

  He closed his eyes and enjoyed the odd sensation of comfort. Then he took in the tangled sheet twisted around their naked bodies, the covers crumpled at the foot of the bed. For over a year he'd gone without sex, over three years without love, and now, without hope. Could he dare open his heart?

  Not with a straight guy. He'd learned his lesson. One nuclear-like disaster was enough.

  “Hey, you're awake.” Stu untangled himself from Aric and sat up, shielding his eyes. “Man, that sun's bright. I should have closed the curtains.”