Fortune's Favor (A Power Up! Story)

by Marie Harte

  “Nice sex talk. You’re good at this.”

  “Don’t sound so surprised.” Avery took his sweater off, not feeling a bit of the cold. He couldn’t, when he was on fire to fuck Nathan. “You’re the one with all the fantasies of me being a prude. I like sex. A lot. And I haven’t been getting enough lately.”

  “So that’s what this is? Desperation?” Nathan snorted.

  “No. You make too many assumptions, dimples. I like to fuck, and I do a lot you’ve probably never dreamed of.” He liked the way Nathan’s eyes widened. “I always wear a rubber. And I’m clean.”

  “Yeah, well, so am I.”

  “Reason I’m telling you this is because I don’t want you to be concerned when I come in your mouth again. Or in that ass without a condom.”

  Nathan’s breathing increased, and his cock jumped. “You just said you don’t know me. That I could be some disease-ridden fag.”

  “You need to tone back on the drama.” Avery unbuttoned the top tab of his jeans, pleased to see Nathan’s gaze glued to his fingers. “One, I know you’re clean, unless you fucked someone between the fifteenth of December and now that I’ve missed.”

  Nathan frowned. “That was the date of my physical. That info is confidential.”

  “Yeah, right. Two, I don’t like the constant references that I’m a homophobe. I’m bisexual, Nathan. And I like myself; therefore, I don’t hate gays.”

  “So women too, huh?” Nathan licked his lips as Avery eased the buttons open on his jeans.

  His dick felt like it was about to explode. “Sure. A warm, wet pussy can be nice. And sucking on a pair of tits is hot. Usually.” He lowered his jeans and underwear and sighed at the relief in his balls. “But there’s something about a hot, tight ass lately that’s been exciting me. And a nice broad chest. You’re getting more definition.” Avery didn’t remove his clothes, but he did step closer to the bed.

  “Take ’em off,” Nathan rasped. “You want to fuck me? So do it.” He spread his legs wide and held up his dick, showing Avery his plump balls.

  “See, that’s the problem. You giving orders.” Avery shook his head. “Come over here and suck me off. I want you on your hands and knees. No touching, except with your mouth.”

  “You really are a prick, aren’t you?” Nathan rolled onto his hands and knees and crawled to Avery.

  “I am. And that’s why you’re so fucking hard for it. You like me mean.”

  Nathan groaned. “And so arrogant. I must be a masochist.”

  “We’ll see,” Avery murmured, intending to know all about Nathan before the night was through. God, he’d been wanting this forever. The timing absolutely sucked, but he planned to teach Nathan the art of patience. Since his partner couldn’t wait until they got home, when Avery had wanted to get together, he’d give him something to remember for a long time to come.

  “Now,” Avery said and held his cock out. “Open that mouth, dimples. Let’s see you suck some cock.”

  Nathan kissed the head of his cock and winked up at him while he did it.

  “I said suck it.” Avery gripped Nathan’s head and shoved between those lips. He gagged the pretty boy on his dick and groaned. “That’s it. Let it hit the back of your throat. Bad boys don’t get to play. They follow orders.”

  Nathan adjusted quickly and took every push and thrust. Avery didn’t want to come so quickly, but Nathan had him so hard. His partner hadn’t yet disobeyed except to tease with a kiss, but the chance that he might made everything more exciting.

  “Good little cocksucker, aren’t you? That’s it. Love my dick. Suck it deep, oh yeah.” He gripped Nathan’s head and fucked his mouth hard. “Wait till I’m inside that ass. I’ll grind into you. My fat cock in your hole.” Avery jerked when Nathan cupped his balls. Then the fucker squeezed with just enough pressure to upend Avery’s entire world. “Fuck.” He jetted down Nathan’s throat, the release overwhelming, while Nathan continued to massage his sac and suck him dry.

  Avery shoved Nathan’s hand away and pulled out. He tucked himself back in his clothes and fastened them. “You don’t listen, do you?”

  Nathan grinned and licked his lips. “Sweet. Even for an asshole.”

  Avery knocked Nathan to the bed and flipped him onto his belly. “Don’t move.” He hurried to the closet and found his bag. At the bottom he carried flex-cuffs, in the event they found trouble. He returned to the bed, pleased to see Nathan had for once obeyed him, and wrapped the cuffs around Nathan’s wrists before he could move away.

  He cataloged every scar and mark on his partner’s back and ass, shocked at the damage Malcolm had done. The evidence made Avery that much more determined to make Malcolm pay and to give Nathan the pleasure he deserved.

  “What the hell?” Nathan pulled but didn’t try to turn over to his back.

  “Now spread your legs wide.” Avery stripped while Nathan widened his legs. Then he leaned down and licked Nathan’s hole. The flesh puckered, and Nathan groaned. His balls were hard, his cock grinding into the bed with every tease of Avery’s tongue.

  “That’s it.” Avery opened his ass cheeks wide and dipped his tongue farther inside. Fuck, but Nathan was hot. So damn sexy. Everything about him, from his scent to his taste to his feel, was in tune with what Avery wanted. He continued to eat the playboy, loving the drawn-out groans and pleas for more.

  “Come on, Avery. Fuck me. God, let me come.”

  Avery leaned up from him, erect once more. He slapped Nathan’s ass several times, hard enough to startle a cry from the man. “No. You need discipline, badly. Hmm. Nice red marks on that fine ass of yours. How’s that dick?” He reached under Nathan to grip his cock. He was rock hard and hot. Moisture slid over the tip of his shaft, and Avery used it to lube Nathan’s dick. He jerked him off and felt Nathan near his end. Then he pulled his hand away.

  “Fucker. You’re an asshole, you know that?” Nathan swore as he ground into the bed.

  “Nope. Not yet. Turn over.”

  Nathan called him a few more choice names before turning onto his back, his wrists held fast by the flex-cuffs. He looked up at Avery with bright green eyes, the color blinding, so filled with lust. “It hurts, dammit. Suck me.”

  “Oh, I will. When I’m ready.” Avery left Nathan lying there and grabbed a tube of lubricant from his bag. He slathered the stuff over his cock, ready to come all over again. Nathan was just that damn beautiful. And like that, the lust rose hand in hand with the affection he felt for his partner. His lover.

  “God, you’re so big.” Nathan didn’t take his gaze from Avery’s groin. “It’ll hurt going inside me.” He bit his lip. “Please.”

  Avery gave him a mean grin and nudged Nathan’s legs apart. He propped Nathan’s hips up and scooted closer on his knees. He angled his cockhead down at Nathan’s hole and pushed the littlest bit inside before stopping.

  “Oh fuck. Do it. Do it now.” Nathan thrashed on the bed, trying to urge Avery deeper. But Avery put his hands firmly on Nathan’s hips to hold him still.

  “Not yet. Patience, baby. Wait for it.” Avery rubbed Nathan’s dick with his fingers, sliding them up and down the hot flesh. The precum beading at Nathan’s slit wet his belly, and Nathan shuddered with every touch.

  “You’re such a bastard.” Nathan bit out the truth and tried again to seat Avery deeper. “Christ, I need to come. I’m gonna come so hard.”

  Avery pulled back. “Wait for it.”

  “Fuck you. Dammit. Quit playing.”

  “Tsk, tsk. Such a brat.” Avery leaned down and bit Nathan’s nipple. Then he sucked the bud, gratified by Nathan’s moans and bucking body. “You ready to be good, baby? Ready for my thick cock now?”

  Nathan nodded. “Oh yeah. Put it in me. Please.”

  Avery continued to play with Nathan’s nipples and repositioned himself against Nathan’s anus. Then he pushed slowly, until just the head of himself was inside. The heat of Nathan’s ass tempted him to ram hard, to pound away until he came. But
Avery forced himself to get Nathan so in lust he couldn’t function past the need to come.

  He returned his mouth to Nathan’s, wanting another kiss. Their fused lips encouraged him to go deeper. The wetness on his belly told him Nathan clearly neared his end, so Avery ground over Nathan’s cock, pressing them chest to chest and groin to groin as he sank the last inches inside his lover’s body.

  He groaned into Nathan’s mouth. “So good. So goddamn good.”

  Nathan groaned back, but Avery didn’t hear any of what he said. Instead he leaned up and watched as he slowly thrust in and out of his lover.

  “Gonna come. So hard. All over you,” Nathan warned, his breath raspy, his voice hoarse. His eyes were glazed and his lips swollen. He took Avery’s breath away, and a deep warmth settled behind his breast.

  Avery pumped his hips. And then he added a hand between them. He gripped Nathan tight and jerked him off.

  “Oh fuck. Oh fuck, yeah. Yeah. Avery.” Nathan exploded, coming over his belly and Avery’s while Avery continued to work him.

  A large mess covered them both before Avery finished. He filled Nathan’s ass full of hot seed, and the knowledge that nothing lay between them satisfied the hell out of him. He wiggled his hips and let the last spurt finish before he withdrew.

  Avery sat on his knees, spent and enthralled by the sight of a well-pleased Nathan Kraft. He saw the sticky mess covering Nathan’s belly and rubbed it into his skin.

  “You made a mess.” Avery loved the feel of Nathan’s firm muscle. He smoothed that cum all over the man’s torso, learning him anew.

  “You did too,” Nathan said thickly. “My ass is full of you. My arms ache, and it’s more than uncomfortable lying like this, with my hands losing their circulation.” He paused and smiled. “But I don’t want to move. Ever.”

  Avery couldn’t look away from that smile. Something funny hit him hard. An emotion he could barely say, let alone feel. He blinked and met Nathan’s gaze again. “We’re going to move. We have a lot more to do tonight, baby.”

  Nathan blushed.

  “You like me calling you that, huh? Baby.”

  “Better than dimples or Nate.” Nathan made a face, and Avery couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Shower first. Then we’re going to play some more. And did I mention I have a cock ring in my bag?”

  Nathan groaned. Avery laughed. Talk about one hell of a night.

  Chapter Six

  Nathan didn’t know how it had happened, but the giant lunkhead he’d been partnered with had turned out to be a really decent guy. The sex had definitely eased tensions between them. Somehow Avery’s dry comments and orders every other sentence didn’t bother Nathan as much as they used to. He felt like he understood his partner now. Underneath all that gruffness lay the same man who’d bathed Nathan with tenderness. He’d been fucked, cared for, cleaned up, and comforted all in the same night.

  Mr. I Don’t Do Comfort had soothed Nathan’s fears and worries without effort. Nathan kept trying to figure out if the sex had done it or if it was something else, and he was stymied each time. Which wasn’t to say that for all of Avery’s surprising gentleness, he couldn’t still be annoying.

  “Hey, princess, get the lead out, would you? We have another few stops to make.” Nathan shot him the finger and earned another grin. He continued to count Avery’s smiles. Today he’d managed four out of the jarhead. Another night on their road trip back to Bend. Nathan didn’t know how Avery had managed it, but their boss had agreed they needed to return. He’d put their search for Espada de Sangre on hold while Avery and Nathan made the cross-country trip back in an SUV. Apparently there were a few other things Jack wanted them to check into, items their client needed found.

  Nathan made a quick trip into the convenience store and returned to the vehicle carrying junk food, sodas, and a black coffee, no cream or sugar, for the hard-ass in the driver’s seat.

  “Here you go.”

  Avery took the steaming cup, grunted at him—what constituted a thanks—and pulled out of the gas station.

  They didn’t hold hands or kiss. They didn’t discuss the incredible night Nathan had spent doing whatever Avery wanted. Or that Nathan had let the man come all over and in him several times, no condoms at all. He should have been panicked at the thought of disease, but if he knew anything about Avery, it was that his partner was obsessed about safety.

  That he’d fucked Nathan bare pleased Nathan to no end. Only once, his very first time, had Nathan gone without protection. He’d had his proverbial cherry popped by an older man who knew what he was doing. And just two nights ago, it had been popped again by a man with control issues.

  “Hey, how old are you?” Nathan asked. Avery seemed older somehow. Maybe it was the stick shoved up his ass that aged him.

  “Why?”

  “Just answer the question.”

  “Thirty-three.”

  “Ha. I knew you had to be older.”

  “Why?”

  Because you make me feel safe. Because when I’m with you, I find I don’t worry so much anymore. “Because of that gray in your hair.” Had someone hinted of gray to Nathan, he’d dive for a mirror. Avery merely raised a brow.

  Nathan had to know. “Okay, I’ll bite. Why are you so serious all the time?” He’d never been drawn to the stick-in-the-mud type, but Avery was different. “Were your parents assholes to you growing up? Did you have a bad life before the PWP?”

  Avery looked surprised. “Not at all. My parents are great people. We talk a lot. I had a normal childhood. Saw the world, learned a lot, had friends. My dad was career military, my mom a doctor. We had a great life, and they still call me once a week. They’re retired and loving it in Washington.”

  Nathan frowned. “Then why the attitude?”

  “Attitude? This is who I am, dickhead. It’s called being real. I don’t need twinks and parties to make me feel good. I like who I am.”

  And maybe that was what Nathan was drawn to—Avery’s confidence. His happiness with himself. Nathan liked to think he was perfect, but he’d never been able to get over why Malcolm had hated him so much. It annoyed him to realize he’d wanted the bastard’s affection, or at least some reason as to why he’d been loathed. It always left him on edge and wondering in his relationships.

  “Don’t you want to get married someday?” He wanted to know.

  “What the hell does this have to do with me being serious?”

  “I just meant, you seem so content with your life right now. No girlfriends or boyfriends, though.”

  “Nope.”

  Silence filled the truck.

  Then Avery asked, “You?”

  Nathan thought about it. “I’d like to find someone someday. A man to live with forever.”

  “Forever’s a long time.”

  “No shit. You’ll notice I’m single.”

  Avery glanced at him, and Nathan wondered what he saw. It had always bothered him that Avery seemed to look down on him. Everyone Nathan knew liked him. He was charming, and he knew it. But Avery didn’t seem to care.

  “Ever had sex with a woman?” Avery asked.

  “Nope. They just don’t do it for me. I’ve always known.”

  Avery nodded. “I like both. But as I get older, it would be nice to be with one special person. You see the way Noah and Lara are together? How they look at each other?”

  Their fellow nightshift buddy had married his wife just days ago, and the man was head over heels for her. “Yeah. And Chloe and her dudes? Who the hell would have thought she’d be into kink?” Their manager Chloe was a cute little thing. Prickly but loyal. And she’d found love with a set of hot twins. As in, more than one guy.

  Avery smiled, and the expression was so sweet Nathan blinked. “I had a vision of her with them. All in love and happy. She deserves it. She hasn’t had an easy time of it.”

  “Oh?”

  “I worked with Chloe a few times before the PWP quit. She grew up in a rough part
of town in Miami, so she’s comfortable playing with the big boys. I like her.” He cast a sly look at Nathan. “I notice she doesn’t take any of your shit either.”

  “I know. I don’t understand it.”

  Avery shook his head. “So what about you?”

  “Huh?”

  “You asked about my childhood. But you haven’t said much about yours. After you and your mom took care of Malcolm, what did you do?”

  Nathan actually liked thinking of his aunt as his mother now. Though he hadn’t forgiven the lies, after careful consideration, he knew she would have had a good reason for making them. Danielle Dixon had loved Nathan fully. She’d let him know that every day of their lives spent together and apart. He wouldn’t let the recent past tarnish his memories of her.

  “You okay?” Avery asked softly. “We, uh, don’t have to talk about any of this shit. I was just kidding with you.”

  “No, no.” Nathan found he had to wipe tears from his eyes. Odd how his emotions could still swamp him in an instant. Yet he found the memories of his mother to be fond ones, not sad. “My mom—Michelle—died when I was a kid. Some drunk ran her down. Really shook me up, but my good old Aunt Danielle saved the day. We didn’t see her much before then. I’d had a great childhood, actually. Lots of friends, and even though I had the psychometry thing going on back then, my mom taught me to shield myself.” He sighed. “I mean, my Aunt Michelle. When I went to live with Danielle, my gifts got stronger. She helped me focus my abilities and tune out the rest. Otherwise I’d never be able to touch anything without going stark-raving insane.”

  Avery nodded. “I wondered about that. You touch stuff all the time but don’t always get info from it.” Avery paused. “Or at least you don’t talk about getting info from it.”

  “I don’t. But when I concentrate, I know a lot. I see the events around an object if emotion is tied to it. And if I really focus, I feel what the wearer or handler feels. But that’s a lot harder to pick up.”

  “No shit.”

  Avery’s vocabulary needed expanding. Nathan grinned. “No shit. What about you?”