by K. C. Wells
“Oh, you definitely like that,” he said with a quiet chuckle, his fingers still stroking up and down Sam’s shaft. Sam pushed into his hand, and Gary’s breathing grew more rapid. “I know you said you were a bad boy. You neglected to mention that you’re also a big boy.” He squeezed Sam through the sleep pants. “A very big boy.” His fingers moved higher to edge their way under the waistband, and Sam was breathing so hard, he thought he was about to hyperventilate.
Then breathing became difficult when for the first time in his life, Sam felt another man’s hand wrap around his dick.
God, that feels good.
Sam shifted onto his back, cupped Gary’s head, and pulled him in for a kiss. Gary let go of Sam’s cock and drew his hand up to hold Sam’s face tenderly. The kisses were lingering, growing more intimate, more heated, and when Gary brought his leg over Sam’s, he could feel that hard length rubbing against him. Gary’s mouth was on his neck, kissing down to his collarbones.
“I guess we’ll have to keep this quiet,” he whispered, “seeing as your parents are in the next room.” Another ripe chuckle followed his words.
And with that, Sam’s passion dwindled. Gently he pushed Gary off him and reached across to switch on the lamp.
Gary blinked at him in the light. “Okay, what just happened?”
Sam rolled onto his side so he faced Gary. “I’m sorry, but there is no way on this planet that I want my first time to be in my parents’ house.”
Gary stared at him for a moment and then snorted. “Oh my God. Yeah, I can understand that.” He bit back a smile. “Especially with your mom being… well, like she is.”
Sam shook his head. “You have no idea.” He yanked open the drawer, pulled out the condoms and lube, and dropped them onto the bed. “She went shopping for us,” he said by way of explanation.
Gary stared open-mouthed. “Oh my.” He picked up the lube and his eyebrows lifted. “Cherry-flavored? Really?” He smirked. “How… appropriate.”
Sam gaped at him, and then he saw the funny side. Seconds later they were both laughing quietly, the bed shaking.
“Actually? Now that I know this?” Gary’s shoulders shook. “Yeah, you’re right. This would feel so weird.” He handed the condoms and lube back to Sam. “Quick. Put them back in the drawer before I have to think about where they came from.”
Sam wanted to laugh with relief. He leaned closer and kissed Gary on the mouth, really liking how Gary held him, his arms wrapped around him, their bodies pressed up against each other’s.
“But just so you know?” Gary told him quietly. “This is not over. This is just a postponement.” He cupped Sam’s chin and kissed him lightly on the lips. “You got that, Senator?” He grinned as he pulled away.
“Got it.” Damn, Sam sounded husky.
“Now turn out the light so we can get some sleep.” Sam didn’t miss the note of amusement. “That’s if you can sleep in that state.” The bed shook.
“This is not funny,” Sam said with a low growl as he plunged the room into darkness once more. He rolled onto his side, facing the wall.
“Oh, I disagree.” Gary shifted closer. “Besides, I’m in the same boat.” His lips brushed Sam’s ear, making him shudder. “You got me as hard as a rock, Sam,” he whispered. “So three guesses what I’m going to be dreaming of?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Cold showers? Your kindergarten teacher? Hearing my mom applaud if she thought we were going at it?”
Gary let out a gasp. “She wouldn’t.”
“I have three little words for you: Cherry. Flavored. Lube.”
Gary sighed. “Well, that worked.” He kissed Sam’s shoulder before snuggling down under the sheets. “Good night.” A moment later. “Sam? Would you mind if we… spooned? I’d really like to go to sleep with my arms around you.”
Lord. Sam wanted that too. “Sure. Cuddle up,” he said, sounding a good deal more nonchalant than he was feeling right at that moment.
The mattress undulated and then Gary had his arm around Sam’s waist, his face buried in Sam’s neck. The sigh that caressed Sam’s skin spoke of contentment. “This is nice.”
Sam couldn’t agree more. He felt warm and safe. They lay there, Sam wrapped in Gary’s arms, glowing in the joy of finally sharing his bed with someone.
Not someone: Gary. That made all the difference.
“Gary?” he murmured quietly, aware of how regular his breathing had become.
“Hmm?”
“My mom said she would set me up with a guy from the porn shop if I wasn’t already getting married to you.” Gary’s sleepy chuckle tickled his neck, and Sam smiled to himself. “Just so you know? I’m never going to let you go now.”
Another chuckle. “Fat chance, Sam. As if I’d let you. G’night, babe.”
Sam lay there and listened as Gary slipped into sleep, his breathing becoming deeper. It wasn’t long before it pulled him into sleep too.
Sunday night
“ARE you sure you want to keep working the phones?” Sam asked. Dinner was over and Gary was curled up on the couch, reviewing notes from the previous week’s classes. “Because I’d understand if you prefer to concentrate on your studies.”
Gary closed his notebook with an exaggerated sigh and placed it on the low coffee table beside the couch. “I get it. You’re tired of having me around the office already. You’ve found someone else. You’re going to marry Curtis instead.” He had to duck when a cushion narrowly missed his head. “Ah-ha! I must’ve hit close to the mark with that last comment.”
“Idiot,” Sam said good-naturedly. He got up from the couch to put another log on the fire and then settled back, his eyes closed. “I love how peaceful it is here.”
Gary glanced around the log cabin. “Now that I’ve seen your house in Asheville, I can understand why you rent this place. They both have that same tranquil quality about them.”
Sam opened his eyes and stared at Gary, nodding slowly. “That’s right, they do.” He smiled. “I’m glad you like it here.”
I like it because you’re here, Sam. Not for the first time, Gary wished he had the nerve to tell Sam how he really felt, but as always, something held him back. It was true things had gotten more physical between them, but sleeping with Sam in his arms was a far cry from telling Sam he was falling in love with him. Gary had argued with himself long and hard about that too. He told himself it was too soon. That it couldn’t be love. Lust? Yeah, maybe. There was no denying he wanted Sam. The previous night had been an eye-opener, leaving him in no doubt as to whether Sam wanted him too.
But it’s more than lust. Being with Sam… completed him.
Gary had been through a couple of relationships, and at the time, he’d convinced himself this was it, this was love. It had taken two weeks—two freaking weeks!—with Sam to make those relationships pale into insignificance. He wanted this to last. He wanted the happy ending, the two of them exchanging vows to spend a lifetime together.
God, he so wanted this to be real.
How can he have gotten to me so fast? Gary hadn’t even seen it coming. One minute he was agreeing to this… play, this production of Josh’s, with the promise of financial solvency, and the next? He was contemplating spending the rest of his life with this beautiful man. The more he learned about Sam—his history, his family—the more Gary fell deeper in love with him. He still found it difficult to believe Sam had made it to his age without ever knowing how profound a connection sex could provide.
Then show him. Rock his freaking world.
Gary liked that idea. Liked it a whole lot.
“Hey, Sam?” Gary moved along the couch until he was sitting next to Sam, their thighs touching.
Sam stared at him, his lips parted. No sound came forth, but his chest rose and fell a little more rapidly.
Gary leaned over and put his hand on Sam’s nape and drew him closer until their lips met, tentatively at first on Sam’s part, but quickly becoming more confident. Gary didn’t keep th
eir kisses chaste for long. He yearned for Sam to see how much Gary wanted him, how much he needed him. He stroked his tongue between Sam’s lips and was rewarded with a soft, low noise that spoke of Sam’s own need.
Gary paused his kisses long enough to unbutton Sam’s shirt, Sam watching his fingers as they freed the top three buttons. Gary kissed him again, slow and deliberate, while he eased his hand beneath the fabric to caress Sam’s chest, with its covering of dark brown hair. The noise Sam made at the back of his throat and the way he deepened the kiss told Gary all he needed to know.
He wants this too.
Another button was undone so Gary could move his hand over Sam’s bare shoulder under the shirt before stroking up his neck, rubbing his thumb along Sam’s jaw. Gary eased his arm behind Sam’s head to support him while he caressed and stroked, flicking Sam’s nipple and listening to the hitch in his breathing. When Gary pulled Sam’s shirt free of his pants to undo the last few buttons, this time Sam was helping him.
“Take it off, babe.” Gary sounded hoarse to his own ears.
Sam nodded, his gaze focused on Gary’s face while he sat up and freed his arms. Gary pulled the shirt off him and dropped it to the floor. One glance at Sam’s crotch was enough to tell him where this was leading. Gary couldn’t resist. He slid his hand down over Sam’s taut belly and gently squeezed his erection. Sam’s breathing changed. Short, hoarse breaths filled the air as Sam unfastened his belt, his hand trembling. Gary placed his hand over Sam’s and kissed him until the tremors subsided.
“There’s no hurry,” he whispered. “We’re going to take this nice and slow.”
Sam swallowed. “We… we’re not going to stop tonight, are we?”
Gary smiled. “No, Sam. Not tonight. So how about we take this to the bedroom?” The smile became a grin. “Because believe me, much as I like your charmingly rustic floor? I do not want splinters in my ass.”
Sam bit back a smirk. “You may have a point.”
“Yeah, and that’s exactly what I’m talking about. Sharp points that make their way into knees and asses.” He got up off the couch and held out his hand. “Let’s go make love.”
Slowly Sam rose to his feet, the firelight playing over his bare skin. He nodded, and without a word, Gary led him into Sam’s bedroom.
Chapter Fifteen
Handing in the V card
SAM’S heart pounded as Gary led him by the hand to the bed.
It’s finally going to happen. Except that he no longer saw what was coming as losing his virginity. It was simply time to know all of Gary, to see him as he’d never seen him before—and for Sam to allow someone to see all of himself.
Gary paused at the side of the bed. “Now is a good time to ask if we have supplies.” The slightly breathless quality in his voice told Sam that Gary wasn’t as calm as he appeared. The thought comforted him.
Sam had to smile at his words. “Maybe we should have brought some of Mom’s ‘purchases’ with us.”
Gary flushed and let go of his hand. He disappeared through the door to his own room and returned a moment later with the box of Trojans—and a different bottle of lube. “I ‘liberated’ these from the nightstand while you were showering this morning,” he confessed. He held up the bottle. “This is mine. I’m sorry, but I draw the line at cherry-flavored lube,” he said with a wry smile. When Sam lifted his eyebrows, Gary’s flush deepened. “I never could stand those artificial flavors,” he muttered.
The laughter that bubbled up and out of Sam felt right. “Good to know.”
Gary dropped the items on the bed and slowly walked around to where Sam stood. “Now, where were we?”
“We were kissing. Hopefully we’re going to have more of that,” Sam murmured.
Gary’s smile lit up his face. “I love it when we’re on the same page.” He inclined his head. “Now how about we both lie down on the same bed?” He pushed Sam’s shoulders until he was sitting on the edge of the mattress, and then Gary joined him, pulling him gently until they were lying in the center, Sam on his back, Gary on his side leaning over him.
Sam reached up and curved his hands around Gary’s head, drawing him down into a kiss.
Lord, Gary could kiss.
Gary’s hand was on his neck, soft and gentle, his thumb rubbing along Sam’s jaw while he kissed Sam so slowly, as if he was trying to imprint the taste and feel of Sam onto his memory. There was no urgency, just this slow burn that sent warmth spreading throughout Sam’s body. Sam lost himself in Gary’s kisses, in the feel of Gary’s T-shirt, soft against Sam’s bare skin, in the noises of delight Gary made as he deepened their kisses.
Sam couldn’t help but respond. He fused their mouths together in a kiss that sent tingles all over his body. Gary stroked down over his chest, moving at a leisurely pace that kept time with their kisses. His fingers skated over Sam’s belly, light and playful, and Sam shivered at the touch. But when Gary reached his opened belt, Sam caught his breath.
Gary’s eyes met his. “Take it off for me.”
The throaty request sent blood heading south, and Sam’s dick gave a throb behind the zipper of his pants. He let go of Gary and attempted to remove the belt, his damn fingers not cooperating.
Gary smiled and helped him, slowly pulling the belt free of its loops and tossing it to the foot of the bed. “Like I said, we’re going to take it nice and slow.” He caressed Sam’s shaft through his pants, squeezing it and feeling its length. Gary gave a gasp. “Whoa. What have you got in there—an anaconda?”
Sam looked down and gave a nervous chuckle. “Damn. You spoiled my surprise.” But all thoughts of laughter left him in a hurry when Gary lowered the zipper, slipped his hand inside, and rubbed over his briefs. “God, yes,” he breathed.
Gary paused. “I think we’re wearing far too many clothes.” Before Sam could react, Gary knelt up, grabbed hold of his pants, and pulled them past Sam’s hips. He moved to Sam’s feet, where he tugged at the pants until Sam was lying there in nothing but a pair of black briefs clinging to his erect dick, which pushed at the fabric. Gary took his time removing his own T-shirt and jeans, revealing a pair of tight white briefs that struggled to contain his cock.
“Do you like what you see?”
Sam’s throat tightened and his mouth dried up. “Yes.” The whispered syllable was all he could manage. He cleared his throat and swallowed. “Gary, you’re… you’re beautiful.”
Gary’s lips parted and his breathing hitched. “Oh. Thank you.” He smiled. “No more beautiful than the man I’m looking at.”
Then he was stretched out beside Sam once more, rolling Sam onto his side and pulling him into his arms. Their bodies connected from their chests down to their knees. Gary kissed him, still taking his time, only now his hands stroked gently over Sam’s skin, skimming his waist and reaching lower to squeeze his ass. Sam let out a low moan, and Gary broke the kiss to stare into Sam’s eyes. “Sam, for God’s sake, touch me,” he groaned.
Hesitantly, Sam placed his hand on Gary’s bare skin and slowly, so slowly, caressed him, his fingertips learning the feel of him. Sam closed his eyes and breathed Gary in, the warm, clean smell of him.
Gary let out a sigh of pleasure. “Oh, that’s nice. You have a sensual touch.” A gentle hand pressed against his cheek. “Hey. Look at me.”
Sam opened his eyes and Gary smiled.
“You have good hands, Senator.” He covered one of Sam’s hands with his own and slowly guided it lower, over his hip, down to his swollen dick, the cotton molding around it. “Touch me, Sam,” he whispered.
Sam cupped Gary’s erection and Gary pushed into his palm, his breathing speeding up a little. Sam stroked him through his briefs, not daring to go further—until Gary stopped his gentle movement.
“Look,” he said quietly.
Sam glanced down, and Gary pulled the waistband away from his skin to reveal his hard cock.
“See that? You make me so hard, Sam.” He pulled his dick free of his briefs, an
d Sam stared at it, the thick shaft, the wide head, a drop of precome already beading there….
“Please?”
Sam didn’t miss the edge to Gary’s voice. For the first time in his life, he wrapped his hand around an erect dick that wasn’t his own. Lord, it was hot, the skin like silk, but hard like steel beneath it. Sam stroked up and down its length, and Gary shuddered.
“I’ve wanted to feel that for a while now.” He leaned in and kissed Sam, moaning softly into his mouth when Sam began to pull gently at his cock, venturing lower to touch the delicate skin covering his balls with hesitant fingers. “God, yes. That’s so good.”
His words lit a fire inside Sam’s belly. Sam stroked and caressed, squeezing, learning the feel of him, loving it when Gary’s breath caught in his throat, when he shivered at Sam’s touch.
This was Gary 101.
Gary buried his face in Sam’s neck, kissing him there, moving lower until his lips were around Sam’s nipple, and Sam couldn’t stop his hips from moving. He let go of Gary’s dick and shuddered as Gary tugged gently, his nipple caught between Gary’s teeth. Then Gary was kissing him again, only this time his hand was busy removing Sam’s underwear.
Oh Lord.
Sam groaned into the kiss and lifted up to aid Gary. A whisper of fabric against skin, a similar sound as Gary took off his own briefs—and Sam lay naked on the bed, an equally naked Gary pressed up against him.
Gary gazed down at their bodies and his eyes widened. “Oh my.” A shudder rippled its way down the length of Sam’s body when Gary slowly stroked his dick, curling his fingers around the base, squeezing the wide shaft.
Sam pushed up with his hips, wanting more.
Gary smiled. “Patience.”
Sam wasn’t sure he had any left in him. Every nerve ending in his body appeared to have burst into life and was clamoring for more.
Gary rolled them both until he was astride Sam, his dick hot and hard against Sam’s belly. He shoved pillows behind Sam’s head and went right back to kissing, like he needed kisses to breathe. Sam exulted in the feel of skin on skin, the warmth of their bodies, the way Gary undulated his hips in a slow wave while he claimed Sam’s mouth.