“That’s different.”
“How?”
“Then I just have to do what they want. This is about what I want.”
Rory reached out then, and Nathan didn’t need any more encouragement than that to sink into the place he most wanted to be.
“You shouldn’t ever be embarrassed to ask for what you want,” Rory said into Nathan’s hair. “You know I’d do anything for you.” Rory’s arms wrapped tight around him. Possibly too tight, as Nathan’s eyes started watering.
Or maybe that was the hormonal imbalance at work.
“Do you really mean that?” Nathan asked. “You’d do anything. For me?”
“Anything.” Rory squeezed tighter, if that was at all possible. “Come back to mine. You can practice topping all you want.”
Chapter Ten
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Rory asked. They were sitting on the edge of his bed, supposedly just about to get it on, but Nathan was looking kind of worried. The way he was fiddling about with the cuff of his sleeve was a dead giveaway.
“Yes. Absolutely.”
“It doesn’t have to be here. We could go to your place if that makes you more comfortable.”
Nathan shook his head violently. “No. It’s got to be here. No camera. To prove to you it’s not just about making money.”
“It’s okay, I believe you. You don’t need to prove anything.”
But Nathan’s mouth was set in a stubborn line. “I do. I need to prove I’ve got what it takes.”
“What it takes for what?”
It was cute when Nathan’s cheeks flushed. “What it takes to be your boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” Rory’s insides felt all syrupy warm. “That’s what you want? Really?”
“Of course. Oh, so long as you do, of course.” Nathan’s brow furrowed. “Actually, do you? Because if all you’re after is friends with benefits, I’d rather know now before I make any more of a fool of myself.”
“Yes, idiot. I want to be your boyfriend. I thought I’d made that clear.”
“Not really. You never said it in so many words.”
Rory thought back over what he’d said. Obviously he need to be a bit more fucking obvious when it came to getting the message through to his new boyfriend.
New boyfriend! How good did that sound? Made him want to sing it out to the whole world. “I’m going to have to learn to spell stuff out for you, aren’t I?”
“That would be good. But only when it comes to relationships and feelings and so on. I’m fine with everything else.”
“Okay then. Nathan,” Rory took one of Nathan’s hands in his and put on his most solemn voice, “I really, really like you. Will you please do me the honour of being my boyfriend?”
Nathan smiled for the first time since they’d reached the bedroom. “Of course.”
“Great. Now will you please seal the deal by giving me a bloody good fucking? I’m dying to feel your knob inside me. Mouth, arse, your choice. Preferably both. First one, then the other.”
“Well obviously. I couldn’t manage both at once.”
Rory grinned. “You’re right, I really don’t need to spell it out after all.”
***
Rory was genuinely into the idea of bottoming, Nathan could tell. The eagerness of Rory’s kissing and the way he fumbled in his haste to get Nathan’s clothes off signalled his excitement at the prospect. Huh. Nathan had always assumed men who claimed to be versatile would see bottoming as very much second best, but perhaps he’d been wrong.
For once, being wrong was a very welcome experience.
They grinned at each other, excitement ramping up. Even when Nathan nearly tripped getting out of his trousers, it was still good. Maybe not terribly sexy, but then Rory grabbed hold of him and rubbed his naked dick against Nathan’s side, and suddenly he felt like the most desirable man alive.
“Come on,” Rory said. “I want you inside me.”
Nathan called up some of his Einstein bravado and pointed at the floor. “Then you know what to do.”
The grin Rory gave as he dropped to his knees was positively filthy. Rory’s mouth was only inches from Nathan’s dick. Oh! Rory took hold of Nathan’s erection and gently tugged down his foreskin. Rory’s exhalations gusted hot against his exposed glans and it made him squirm.
“You’ve got to tell me what you want,” Rory murmured. “In glorious detail.”
Rory was a tease! Nathan probably shouldn’t have expected any different from the way he acted on camera, but this was new territory for them both.
This was sex without anyone else watching.
For a moment Nathan felt horribly exposed, which was ridiculous because if anything he was less exposed than usual, what with there not being an audience, but then again, this time he wasn’t having to be someone else’s fantasy. This time he had to be himself.
And judging by the mischief on Rory’s face, it seemed like he was determined to tease until Nathan demanded exactly what he was after.
“Suck it,” Nathan choked out.
“And what’s the magic word?”
What did that have to do with anything? “Abracadabra?” he hazarded.
Rory chuckled for some reason. “Actually, I was thinking of please.”
“Oh! Then please.”
“Please what?”
Nathan rolled his eyes. “Please could you suck my cock? Now, if it’s not too much trouble.”
Rory glanced around the messy room. “Well…all right then. I was thinking of reorganising my sock drawer, but I suppose I could do this first.” He winked, so Nathan was sure it was just a tease.
Teasing. That was something he was really going to have to get used to. But with Rory as his teacher, maybe it would go ok—ay!
Whoa, Rory had taken him much deeper than Nathan had expected, but before Nathan could adjust to the sensation of all that moist heat enveloping his erection, Rory had pulled back and was giving his glans the most delicate of licks.
His brain cells short-circuited for a moment, and when his consciousness was back on line, all it let him know was that things were just fine, thank you very much. More than fine, in fact. Nathan rode the wave of endorphins surging through his body, letting go of his thoughts and sinking in to the pleasure of the physical.
Nathan had just about got his breath back when Rory slid down to his balls and bathed them both in his mouth. And then it was back to a few deep sucks and tugs, followed by yet more gentle kisses and licks.
Rory carried on in that vein, like he was trying to drive Nathan crazy. It was the most incredible, most frustrating blowjob he’d ever been given—and even though his control sample wasn’t a large one, Nathan was willing to bet Rory was a significantly above-average outlier when it came to oral skills.
“You’re really good at this,” Nathan choked out eventually.
Rory made a happy noise and his eyes danced, but he didn’t stop sucking Nathan’s balls.
Nathan should have been making notes—maybe videoing the whole thing so he could study Rory’s technique for tips for the next time he was the one down there on the floor. But that would have meant the hassle of finding his phone. And besides, Rory was his boyfriend now, so unless this was an extra-special, one-off blowjob, Nathan would have plenty of future opportunities to brush up his skills.
This had better not be a one-off. Nathan needed more of these in his life.
“You’re going to have to teach me how to do all this,” he said.
At that, Rory pulled off and raised his eyebrows. “So you can do it online?”
He sounded casual enough, but there was something about the way he looked at Nathan that raised alarm bells. Plus Rory was still holding his balls, and that gentle fondling might not be so gentle if Nathan didn’t come up with the right answer.
“I didn’t mean that. I’m all for professional development, but really I just want to be able to return the favour.”
“Good answer.”
“It’
s a true answer.”
Rory’s face split in a smile. “Yeah, all right. I believe you. So, do you want some tips now? I could give you a little lesson, if you like.” His eyes widened. “Not that I mean you need one, or anything. Sorry, that came out wrong. You’re great at giving head.”
“Do you really mean it?”
“Absolutely. Can’t wait to get back inside your mouth again. But I really love it this way round too. Nothing beats having a gorgeous knob in your mouth, does it? And a lovely pair of bollocks in your hand, too.”
Then hopefully that meant Rory would enjoy the other things Nathan was about to do to him. Things he hadn’t had nearly enough practice at, but nevertheless, you had to start somewhere. And Nathan wanted to start right now.
Nathan stroked Rory’s hair, enjoying the thick, springy texture of it. “Okay, we’ll do the lesson some other time. Right now I want to have intercourse.”
“Intercourse?”
“You know what I mean.” Why did he have so many problems using the right slang terms? You’d think he’d have got used to them all by now. After all, he’d had to learn the jargon for work. “I want to shag you. Fuck you. Stick my dick in you and waggle it around till we both come.”
“Your wish is my command.”
That might have been meant in a sarcastic way—Nathan knew people sometimes used words to mean the exact opposite of what they actually thought—but as far as he could tell, Rory’s enthusiasm was genuine. For a start, his erection was still nice and hard, and was even leaking a little at the tip. He salivated at the sight, like one of Pavlov’s dogs.
“I’m just going to get myself ready.”
“Ready?” That blowjob must have temporarily lowered his IQ, because rather than the obvious conclusion, Nathan had a vision of Rory decked out in some of those kinky harness things he’d browsed on one of the supplies and equipment sites. Maybe he should get some after all. He could put it on expenses when it came time for doing his tax. “Ready how?”
“You know, clean myself up.” Rory grinned and scampered off towards his bathroom.
Oh. That kind of ready. He should have known. Nathan himself always cleaned up scrupulously before every show. Just one of the odd little quirks of his employment.
Nathan could hear whistling from the bathroom. He tried to relax, and stood by Rory’s bookcase, staring at the spines of well-read paperbacks but not taking in any of the names. There were so many ways this could go wrong. All manner of screw-ups Nathan could make in his inexperience. There were the ones he could imagine all too readily, and the ones he couldn’t possibly imagine because he didn’t even know what they were yet.
When Rory bounded back into the room he headed straight for the bed, gave a little bounce on the edge and grinned, before throwing himself back, arms and legs spread-eagled.
“Take me. Take me now, Einstein. Show me what you’ve got.”
Chapter Eleven
Nathan swallowed down his nerves, got up on the bed, and crawled over his boyfriend.
Rory looked so good spread out underneath him, Nathan could have stopped there all night to admire the view. But Rory would have become impatient, and besides, Nathan’s balls felt like they were about to go supernova.
Right, he might not have much experience of this side of things, but he knew what felt good in Rory’s position. One of the things that had been surprisingly pleasant was when Rory had put his tongue down there.
Did he dare? There would be germs of course, but then again, sex was always a potentially germy experience, what with swapping saliva and so on. Yes, he could chance it. Especially as Rory had just washed himself. He’d just have to hope the soap residue didn’t taste too bad.
“Roll over,” he said, sitting himself back to give Rory room to turn.
Rory shot him a look that even Nathan could interpret as surprise, but he did exactly what Nathan asked of him.
Okay, so now he had Rory lying prone, just where he wanted him. He could do this.
Yes.
Nathan put his glasses on the cluttered bedside table, shuffled between Rory’s open legs, and instead of prepping him with the lube, he leant down and applied his tongue.
“Oh my God!” Rory’s hips jerked and Nathan almost lost hold of him. He gripped tighter and tried another experimental lick.
“Bloody hell. I wasn’t expecting that! God, don’t stop. It’s good. Seriously good. Just… unexpected.”
Nathan smiled as he circled his tongue again. Rory actually tasted pretty good. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected apart from soap. Something unpleasant perhaps, but instead the skin around Rory’s hole tasted earthy. Ever so slightly metallic.
And even better than the way Rory tasted, was the way he responded. Writhing and whimpering like he couldn’t help himself. When Nathan tried jabbing his tongue right into his hole, Rory howled. Actually howled, like an animal. It was an ego boost, having that level of control over Rory’s body, and Rory was clearly in the throes of ecstasy.
Yes, Nathan could get used to this. He’d always assumed rimming someone was more of a submissive act—something unpleasant for the one giving oral pleasure—but there was power in it too.
Rory was struggling to get up on his hands and knees. Nathan let him, but kept his firm grasp on Rory’s buttocks.
“Oh my God. Too much. Too much. I’m ready. Please, you’ve got to fuck me soon. I’m going to come.” Rory sounded desperate. Desperate for Nathan’s cock. Was there any sweeter sound in the world than Nathan’s new boyfriend begging for him to fuck his brains out?
If there was, Nathan wasn’t interested.
“You want me to do it now?” he asked. “Hold on, let me get ready.”
Rolling on a condom was the work of seconds, but for some reason the lid of the lube bottle didn’t want to co-operate.
“You don’t need it,” Rory insisted. “Spit will do.”
Nathan stared at him in disbelief. “Are you serious? It will hurt. You’re not into pain are you?” If Rory was, that might be a problem. Nathan didn’t mind taking control, but he wasn’t sure he had it in him to become a sadist.
“It won’t hurt. Really. I’ve done it before. And besides, I used some lube with the douche. It should be plenty.”
“You wouldn’t rather have some more? It’ll only a take a second.”
Rory made an exasperated noise. “Fine, whatever! I just want you in me fast. Come on. I’ve been waiting for this for bloody ages.”
As Nathan drizzled lube over his fingers, he pondered Rory’s words. “Are you really that keen to get fucked? I thought you’d just said you were versatile because you didn’t want to be selfish.”
Rory laughed. Then looked back at Nathan and frowned at what he saw. “Wait a minute, you’re not joking, are you?” He rolled onto his back, his expression changing again. If Nathan had to hazard a guess, he’d say Rory’s wide eyes were horrified. “Oh my God! Do you really hate bottoming that much? All those times I fucked you, and you were just…hating every minute?”
“I didn’t hate every minute. It’s just not my thing. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’re much better at it than Brett was, but being on the bottom isn’t comfortable for me.”
Those wide eyes mellowed, which must mean Nathan had somehow stumbled on the right thing to say.
And then Rory smiled. “God, it’s amazing for me. Nothing like having a man stick his knob in me and show me a good time. So get a move on. Please! I really don’t need much prep.”
Maybe Rory was telling the truth. He certainly seemed sincere, and Nathan couldn’t figure out what he’d gain from lying about something like this. And so he gave a cursory swipe over Rory’s hole with his lubed fingers, before rubbing the rest over his sheathed erection. He contemplated getting Rory to roll back over so they could do it doggy style, but then again, maybe face to face was better. They could kiss then.
Kissing. That was a good idea.
He leant down and kissed his boyfriend. R
ory tasted so sweet, just his tongue in Nathan’s mouth was enough to get Nathan’s pulse pounding.
“Right, and you’re sure you’re ready?” he asked, poised at the entrance to Rory’s body.
Rory rolled his eyes. “I said I was, didn’t I?”
“People don’t always say what they mean. I don’t know why, but they don’t.”
“Yeah, well, I’m always going to do my best to say exactly what I mean to you, and right now, it’s that you’d better get a bloody move on or I’ll just have to grab a dildo instead. You wouldn’t want that, would you? Mr Silicone getting his rocks off instead of you?”
“Mr Silicone?”
Rory chuckled. “My vibrating dildo. He’s a beast, but I love him.”
“You’ll have to introduce us sometime.” Nathan realised what he’d just implied. “Not like that! Just, maybe I could use him on you.”
“I’m sure he’d be delighted to meet you. Now get a bloody move on or you’ll be meeting him sooner than you want.”
“All right. Hint taken.” Nathan squinted down at the point where their bodies touched. For some reason his nerves were knotted up. He wanted to do his very best for Rory. To let him know he didn’t need to go looking anywhere else for what he wanted.
But analysing all that wasn’t getting him any closer to what he needed to do.
Nathan took a deep breath and pushed forward.
Rory’s body resisted for a moment, then opened up and welcomed him in.
“About bloody time,” Rory complained, but he was beaming as he said it. “Oh God, that’s good. Your knob feels perfect just there.”
“It does,” Nathan agreed. This was going well. Only seconds in and already Rory had complimented him. Definitely different from that time with Brett, who had kept up a stream of critical commentary. All of it negative.
But he really didn’t want to think about Brett right now. He’d save that for later, if he needed something to hold off orgasm for a bit.
He gave an experimental thrust of his hips.
“So fucking good!” Rory exclaimed.
“This?” Nathan rolled his hips again.
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