Thomas's Choice

by Tina Folsom

  Thomas’s heart stopped beating as he let his gaze travel over Eddie’s body. His chest was bare. Tight abs flexed just above his low-riding pajama pants. The thin material tented at Eddie’s groin. Thomas’s throat went dry. He was unable to swallow.

  Nor was he able to move when Eddie’s hand stroked over his chest, grazing his nipple and turning it rock-hard in an instant. But Eddie’s hand didn’t remain on his chest. It dove lower, went past his navel, and reached the thatch of hair that guarded Thomas’s sex. When his fingers combed through the coarse hair, Thomas held his breath, afraid of breaking the spell. At the first contact of Eddie’s hand with his cock, Thomas let out an involuntary groan. Then his breathing went into overdrive.

  Eddie’s hand wrapped around him, the warm skin of his palm covering him like a blanket.

  “Fuck!” Thomas hissed under his breath.

  Eddie’s eyes shot up to meet his gaze. His lips moved. “You like that?” His pink tongue licked his lips, making Thomas let out another sound of pleasure. Was he dreaming? Because this couldn’t be happening. Why was Eddie suddenly in his shower, touching him when only two nights ago, he’d made it clear that the kiss at the construction site had been merely a diversionary tactic? What had changed Eddie’s mind?

  Eddie tightened his grip around Thomas’s hard-on, then slid up and down on it. “If we do this, you have to promise me something,” he demanded.

  “Anything,” Thomas replied without thinking, since his brain had already shut down and his dick was doing his thinking for him now.

  “Nobody can ever find out.”

  “Nobody,” he whispered back, his breath deserting him as Eddie moved closer.

  “Undress me.”

  Thomas reached for the strings that held up Eddie’s pajama pants and untied them with trembling fingers. When the knot was open, he loosened the waistband and pushed the pants past Eddie’s slim hips. From there, they fell onto the wet shower floor, pooling around Eddie’s feet.

  Thomas dropped his gaze and stared at Eddie’s cock. It was fully erect and more beautiful than anything he’d ever seen. Pumped full with blood, plump veins snaked around the shaft, its purple head glistening with pre-cum. He took a deep breath, inhaling the tantalizing scent, sending a shockwave through his body.

  “Eddie,” he murmured, unable to form a coherent sentence.

  Instead, he slipped his hand between Eddie’s legs and palmed his balls, then gripped his erection. Eddie’s breath hitched, and for a moment, his hand on Thomas’s cock stilled in its movements.

  Eddie let go of Thomas’s cock, then laid his hand over Thomas’s and pried it off him.

  Disappointed, Thomas stared at him.

  “Together,” Eddie whispered and pushed his cock against Thomas’s, then put his hand around both cocks at the same time, though his palm couldn’t span the combined girth fully.

  Thomas added his hand, and together they moved their hands up and down their joined erections. Feeling the soft skin of Eddie’s cock against his own hard-on, Thomas felt overwhelmed by the sensations racing through his body: fire shot through his cells, electricity fueled the flames in his body, desire surged.

  Eddie let out a ragged breath, his lids lowering. Thomas slanted his head and brought his lips to Eddie’s, brushing against them. A moan left Eddie’s throat and Thomas captured it, closing his lips over Eddie’s mouth.

  The moment their tongues met, pleasure so intense he thought it would kill him rushed through him. He’d dreamed of this so many times, spent so many days in his bed imagining how it would feel. But now that it was happening, now that he and Eddie were making love, he realized that his fantasies had been pale copies in comparison to what he was experiencing now.

  Eddie’s hand stroking him, his tongue dueling with him, his thighs pressing against him, made his pulse race. And if vampires could suffer heart attacks, Thomas would surely die from one. Sliding his free hand onto Eddie’s ass, he ground against him, making him aware of his unquenchable desire for him.

  Eddie’s hand started moving at a faster tempo as he slid up and down their cocks. Thomas matched his strokes to Eddie’s, feeling his excitement rise along with his own.

  Thomas intensified the kiss, sucking, stroking, exploring his lover with more fervor, diving deeper into the sweet caverns of his mouth, nibbling on his lips, then licking his tongue over them.

  When Eddie’s head fell back, severing the kiss, Thomas kissed the tempting column of his neck, his lips latching onto the plump vein that pulsed there. He could sense the blood rushing through the vein, the pulsing sensation that indicated the heartbeat, just as he could smell the blood. It called to him like a beacon that guided a lost soul to shore. Taking a lover’s blood was part of what many vampires did during the sex act. It heightened their arousal and intensified their coupling. Temptation roared through Thomas as his fangs extended and brushed against Eddie’s hot skin.

  Eddie felt Thomas’s mouth on his neck and his sharp teeth sliding along his skin. The sensation sent a spear of heat through his core and right into his cock. He’d never felt anything better in his life, and all they were doing was rubbing their cocks together, their hands joined, their rhythms in perfect harmony.

  Maybe this was the way to get this out of his system. At least that’s what he’d thought at first when he’d walked into Thomas’s bathroom. Just one quick fuck and he would realize that this wasn’t what he wanted, and then he’d finally kill his desire for Thomas and get back to being his friend. Unfortunately, the moment he’d touched Thomas and wrapped his hand around his magnificent cock, he’d realized that it wouldn’t be so easy. Maybe they would have to fuck more than once for Eddie to satisfy his gay tendencies.

  Eddie’s free hand wandered over Thomas’s body, exploring the hard ridges on his abdomen and the smooth, hairless skin that covered his chest. Then he roamed his back, sliding down to the curve where his firm ass waited. His cheeks clenched as Eddie palmed him, and a corresponding moan rolled over Thomas’s lips. He felt Thomas’s hand tighten over his ass and tried to suppress his reaction to it, but a sigh left his lips nevertheless. The possessive touch did something to him, urging him to react to the call of his lover like animals answered the mating calls of their mates.

  Thomas’s hips pumped, thrusting his cock harder and faster as his hand tightened over Eddie’s hand, pushing their cocks harder together. Already now, he could feel the moisture that was lubricating them. Whose cock it had seeped from, Eddie couldn’t tell for certain. Probably from both.

  “I’m coming,” Thomas ground out, his breath labored. He lifted his head from Eddie’s neck.

  “Can’t hold it back.”

  Eddie let go of the control with which he’d held himself back, and thrust harder. “Yes!” he cried out, proud of the fact that he could bring a strong vampire like Thomas to lose control just by pumping his cock in his hand. “Come,” he urged him and captured his lips with a passionate kiss.

  Then he felt wetness spread between his fingers, and a loud groan come from Thomas’s chest. The pleasure of feeling Thomas surrender in his arms did him in: hot semen shot through his cock and exploded from the tip, raining over his and Thomas’s hands as they continued to stroke each other more slowly now. His body shook with pleasure, his knees going weak at the same time. He ripped his lips from Thomas’s mouth, trying to catch his breath, when he felt Thomas’s free arm wrap around his waist, catching him before his knees could buckle.

  “I’ve got you,” Thomas murmured, pressing his forehead against Eddie’s.

  Eddie closed his eyes, unable to return Thomas’s gaze. He’d just made love to a man, and fuck, he’d liked it. What did that make him? He didn’t want to answer that question. He wasn’t ready for the answer. Besides, all they’d done was masturbate together. Didn’t guys do that in college all the time?

  Right, a sarcastic voice in his head answered. And they probably touch each other’s cocks all the time.

  Eddie pushed aw
ay the thought when he felt warm water run down his body and Thomas’s hands gently cleaning him. Without thinking he leaned into him.

  “I loved it,” Thomas said.

  Eddie couldn’t bring himself to reciprocate the words, even though deep inside, he knew he felt the same. Instead he buried his head in the crook of Thomas’s neck.

  He felt Thomas reach for the towel that hung just outside the shower and put it around Eddie’s back, patting him dry. Eddie let it happen as if he were a helpless child. He was unable to sever the contact with Thomas’s body and realized that it was because he was hungry, hungry for more. This . . . episode had only whet his appetite.

  23

  “Don’t go,” Thomas said.

  Eddie stood at the door, a towel wrapped around his lower body, about to leave Thomas’s bedroom. It had taken him all his remaining willpower to make the few steps to the bedroom door after Thomas had dried them both. But he couldn’t bring himself to turn the doorknob and exit. What Thomas was offering was too tempting to turn down. His body wanted this, but his mind was fighting him.

  Thomas stood behind him, his hands on Eddie’s shoulders, sliding them gently down his arms, his fingers caressing him. Goosebumps appeared on Eddie’s skin and a sigh escaped his lips. He hadn’t realized that a man could have such a tender touch. There was nothing rough about it.

  “I should go.”

  “Why?”

  He had no answer, no matter how long he searched his mind for one.

  “What are you afraid of?” Thomas’s hands stroked down his back, his fingers sliding underneath the towel, loosening it, sending hot tendrils of lava running down his butt.

  Eddie’s breath hitched. If he stayed, he knew what would happen. Thomas would take him the way only a man could. He wasn’t ready for that. Hell, he didn’t think he’d ever be ready for that. How could he allow another man to do that, to take him like that?

  “I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

  The towel fell to the floor and cool air blew against his heated body. Thomas’s hot hands slid over his ass, palming him, making him press into them even though his mind was telling him to escape while he still could.

  “I’ll only do what you want me to do.” Thomas’s hands moved around Eddie’s hips, sliding to his groin, his fingers combing the thatch of hair around his cock, promising more pleasure.

  Eddie closed his eyes, his body almost trembling now. He couldn’t think straight anymore.

  He almost had to laugh at that thought: not thinking straight. How twisted his mind was!

  “I love touching you,” Thomas confessed and covered Eddie’s cock with his hands, stroking him.

  Under his touch it grew harder. Eddie tried to fight against it but to no avail. As Thomas’s hands caressed him, Eddie’s cock rose to its full size and curved upwards, demanding more. Lust spread in his body, boiling up from his gut. He was unable to contain it much longer. Soon it would take over his body and make decisions for him.

  “Let me suck you. I promise you you’ll like it.”

  Eddie had no doubt about it. But if he let it happen, wouldn’t that only reinforce his feelings?

  Wouldn’t it make things even worse? Having another man suck him—wasn’t that considered gay sex? Even more so than just having Thomas jerk him off? Was he getting deeper and deeper into this? Wouldn’t it be better if he left now and chalked this up to a one-time stupid act? A lapse in judgment. Everybody made mistakes. Wasn’t he allowed one too? Okay, maybe two mistakes, if he counted the kiss at the construction site and the subsequent hand job Thomas had given him.

  Thomas turned him so he had to face him. His eyes bored into Eddie’s. “Stay.”

  Unable to make a decision, Eddie simply stared at him and didn’t protest when Thomas led him to the bed. Eddie lowered himself onto his back, looking up at Thomas. Naked and aroused Thomas stood above him, the most beautiful specimen of maleness Eddie had ever encountered.

  Could he really resist Thomas and deny himself the pleasure of being desired by a man like him?

  Without another word, Thomas lowered himself and pushed Eddie’s thighs apart. Eddie felt exposed. Yet when he saw the hungry look Thomas raked over him, he shivered with pleasure.

  He’d never felt so wanted in his life. And it felt good—too good to put up a fight even though he knew he should.

  When his lips parted, Eddie had no idea why. Only when he heard his own words, did he know he’d come to a decision. “Suck me.”

  At least for today he’d give into his body’s desires. Tomorrow he’d figure out what it all meant.

  Eddie lay on the bed like a sumptuous feast. Thomas let his eyes roam, drinking in the sight of the naked body before him. Just like he drank in the scent of Eddie’s arousal. Hard and heavy, Eddie’s cock curved toward his navel. Thomas had felt him come hard in the shower and was pleased to see that Eddie was ready again so soon. Particularly since he’d sensed Eddie’s hesitation. Eddie was still afraid of his feelings; there was no doubt about it. Even the way his eyes looked up at him now told him that Eddie hadn’t fully surrendered to his new self. And Thomas wouldn’t push him today. As much as he wanted to sink his aching cock into Eddie and fuck him until the sun set over the Pacific Ocean, he knew that his lover wasn’t ready for it.

  Eddie would need more coaxing to accept the inevitable.

  A small sliver of guilt crept up Thomas’s back as he sank his head between Eddie’s legs.

  Was he seducing an innocent? Was he inadvertently using his power to lure Eddie into his bed?

  For a moment, he pulled back and searched within himself for any signs of his dark power having risen to the surface. He let his senses flow and felt the peace that surrounded him. No, he hadn’t used his power to make Eddie come to him. All he’d done was show Eddie the pleasure a man could give him. At any time during their tryst, Eddie could have walked away. Yet, he’d stayed, just like he’d lain down on the bed out of his own free will.

  Thomas lowered his head again, his tongue darting out and licking over the tip of Eddie’s cock. Under him, Eddie jerked, a groan coming from him at the same time.

  “Easy, easy. There’s more where that came from,” Thomas murmured.

  He noticed how Eddie’s hands were gripping the covers as if holding on for dear life. Sliding his hands down Eddie’s thighs, he spread him wider and urged him to angle his legs. The position opened him up wider, freeing his balls for Thomas to touch.

  With a sigh, he sank his lips onto Eddie’s hard-on and pulled the head into his mouth. His tongue licked over and around the tip, gently lubricating the skin before he slid down his entire length, taking him inside his mouth as deep as he could.

  “Fuck!”

  Eddie’s single word was encouragement enough to repeat the action, releasing his cock for a split second before sucking him back into his mouth, while he flattened his tongue against the underside of his shaft, gliding down.

  Another groan came from Eddie. Then he shoved his hand into Thomas’s hair and urged him up. Eddie’s cock popped from his mouth as he hit him with a questioning look. “You don’t like that?”

  “You continue like that and I won’t last more than ten seconds.”

  Thomas felt a smile tug at his lips. “Don’t worry. I have ways to make you last.”

  Then he sank his mouth back onto Eddie’s erection and sucked him even harder. He would make sure that Eddie would thoroughly enjoy this and come back for more. And with each slow seduction, they would grow closer and their lovemaking would become more intimate.

  Thomas was nothing if not patient. He’d waited for this for over a year, and now that Eddie was in his bed, he could be patient until Eddie surrendered fully.

  Feeling Eddie’s cock pulse in his mouth, hearing his moans and sighs, and feeling his hips thrust upwards, gave him almost as much pleasure as when Eddie had brought him to a roaring climax with his hand. Already Thomas’s cock was rock-hard again, but for now, he had
to ignore it and concentrate on Eddie. He had to show Eddie the kind of pleasures men could give each other, and that there was nothing wrong with it.

  Thomas gripped Eddie’s erection at the base without removing his mouth, and pulled upwards, then stroked down again, adding more pressure with his hand. With the knuckles of his other hand, he stroked over Eddie’s balls, which had tightened and pulled up, an indication that he was getting close to coming. Not wanting this to end too soon, Thomas palmed his scrotum and gently pulled the sac downward again. He felt it relax under his grip, and continued licking up and down Eddie’s cock.

  “Fuck, that’s good!” Eddie cried out.

  Thomas heard a ripping sound and noticed that Eddie’s hands were shredding the sheets as he tried to hold on to his control. Pride filled his chest: he was bringing out Eddie’s vampire side—his primal instincts, the side of him that controlled his drive for blood and sex.

  A thin sheen of perspiration had built on Eddie’s neck and chest, and tiny rivulets now formed and made their way down the channels of his muscled chest. He was lean and less bulky than Thomas—only an inch or two shorter—but perfect in every way. A hairless chest, a flat stomach, strong legs. And then his shaft. He hadn’t expected Eddie to be so big. And so beautiful.

  Thomas couldn’t get enough of him. The more he sucked and licked, the more he pumped Eddie’s cock up and down, the longer he wanted it to continue. Eddie’s taste was intoxicating, and the tiny drops of moisture that had leaked from the tip were addictive. Whenever he’d sucked other men, he’d eventually wanted it to end so they could get on with other things, but this was different. This wasn’t simply a prelude to something else. This was no mechanical blowjob that he gave a lover so he’d bend over for him later. No, this time Thomas wasn’t expecting anything in return, other than seeing pure pleasure spread over his young lover’s face.

  All he wanted was for Eddie to acknowledge that it was Thomas who gave him this pleasure.