by Smith,T. M.
Dusty’s apartment wasn’t large, the bathroom set in between the two bedrooms with the kitchen directly across from the bathroom. When he opened the door, Dusty turned and smiled. “Coffee’s ready.” He pointed over his shoulder. “French toast and bacon will be soon.”
David wobbled over to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup. Turning, he leaned against the counter and watched Dusty for a few seconds before setting his cup on the counter and moving up behind Dusty, wrapping his arms around his waist. When Dusty’s body tensed, David took a step back, apologizing. “Sorry, I…” embarrassed, he couldn’t even finish the sentence.
Dusty turned the burner off and moved the pan of bacon to the back of the stove before turning and taking David’s hands in his. “I’m sorry David, I know it must seem like I’m sending you mixed signals.” He cupped David’s face with his hand, watching as the storm raging in his eyes slowly calmed, the frustration ebbing away. “I care about you David, enough to realize that what we want may not be necessarily what we need.”
Dusty pulled David into his arms, holding his head to his chest and rubbing his back. “Why don’t you take your coffee and have a seat at the bar and I’ll make our plates. Does that sound good?” David’s belly chose that moment to let him know he was hungry, a loud growl reverberating across the tiny kitchen. They both laughed. David took his coffee and climbed onto one of the stools at the bar. There was probably enough room in the corner beside the bar that separated the kitchen and the living room for a small table and some chairs, but Dusty had worked the space into the living room instead.
“I called Tristan’s secretary while you were in the shower; we have an appointment with him at one today.” Dusty talked while he filled a couple of plates with French toast and bacon, setting one in front of David before turning and opening the pantry door. He continued to tell David what they’d be doing today as he sat a bottle of syrup and a bottle of honey down next to their plates.
Completely engrossed in his plate full of yummy, sticky goodness wrapped in a blanket of bacon, David didn’t realize Dusty was asking him a question until he felt a strong hand in the middle of his back. “Is that okay, D?” He turned to look at Dusty while licking a dollop of syrup from the corner of his mouth. If David had thought Dusty was placating him prior to that moment, all negative thoughts and questions of whether or not Dusty was actually attracted to him were washed away by the look of raw hunger he saw in Dusty’s eyes as he watched David lick away that stray drop of syrup. His brilliant brown eyes flashed with heat and his nostrils flared briefly before he looked away and composed himself.
Clearing his throat, Dusty spoke again, his voice strained. “Shopping, lunch and then Tristan’s, is that okay with you, D?”
“Yeah, sounds good.” David spoke around a mouthful of bacon. He had to wash it down with a large gulp of coffee in order to push the food past the lump in his throat.
***
David had never been one for shopping, and that was quite possibly the only thing in his life that hadn’t changed. “I really should be saving my money, don’t you think?” he protested.
“No worries, I got this.” Dusty smiled, kissing him on the cheek. The man seemed to be oblivious to David’s plight. He grumbled and grunted following Dusty through the mall under duress. Two hours, five stores and three huge shopping bags later, David had clothes, shoes, boxers and socks as well as a couple of books from Barnes and Noble and a prepaid cell phone. He had a couple of outfits and other items at the apartment that Dusty and Tristan had gotten him before he left the hospital, but nothing he’d picked out for himself, until now.
They were making their way back through the mall to the entrance they’d parked at when David heard someone calling Dusty’s name. Turning, David saw a tall guy with auburn hair and a petite blonde carefully perched on the highest pair of heels he thought he’d ever seen coming their way.
“I thought that was you.” The man spoke, walking right up to Dusty and pulling him into a one-armed hug.
“Jordan, how are you?” Dusty asked, releasing the guy and turning to wrap both arms around the petite woman. “Kassie, good to see you two.” Dusty turned and draped an arm over David’s shoulder. “This is my friend David…David, this is Jordan and Kassie.”
“H…hi.” David mumbled, shaking first Jordan then Kassie’s hand. A brief conversation about shooting schedules and how Kory and Jon were doing ensued. David diverted his gaze and stayed quiet, listening as the three of them chatted and laughed and finally, agreed to have dinner soon before Jordan and Kassie said goodbye and turned, heading back the way they came.
“Are they a couple?” David asked, following Dusty out to the parking garage.
“Yeah,” Dusty responded, clicking the key fob to unlock the truck, tossing the shopping bags into the backseat.
“But, he just said something about you two shooting a scene.” David was confused.
Dusty laughed. “Indeed he did, Jordan is a straight gay for pay model on the site. Here, climb in and I’ll tell you all about it on the way to the restaurant.”
David listened intently as Dusty explained that Jordan was doing straight porn before he came to All Cocks because straight het porn didn’t pay as well as gay porn did. “Jordan is in medical school, studying to be a doctor, so he needed gigs that paid very well in order to pay for his schooling. The bonus of working the porn angle while in school is that he only has to shoot a couple times a month instead of working a day job every day.”
David nodded, that made sense, but another question came to mind. “His girlfriend doesn’t mind him being with guys?”
Dusty laughed, shaking his head. “Nope, she doesn’t. Kassie is pretty cool though, one of a kind.”
He wanted to know more, not only about Jordan and Kassie, about everyone in Dusty’s life. He hated that he and Dusty basically had to hide not only their friendship, but their budding relationship as well for fear of everyone Dusty held dear turning away from him. Before he could put his thoughts to words, they arrived at Tristan’s office.
“I’m going to run to the store for some groceries while you’re in with Tristan, but I should be back by the time your session is finished,” Dusty told him. David simply nodded, climbing out of the truck and walking toward the building, glancing back over his shoulder as Dusty waved and pulled out onto the main road.
***
“First, I have to say, I don’t like it when you put yourself down that way, David. You’re not a freak.” David was about to argue with Tristan when his therapist held his hands up in a placating gesture that made David want to scream. “For arguments’ sake, do tell, why do you think you’re a freak?”
He couldn’t tell if Tristan was appeasing him, or if he seriously wanted to know. “Well, my mother was controlling and fanatical. I can see that now. And Dale, well…shit Tristan, my brother tried to kill me just because I’m gay and my mother couldn’t even come to the hospital to check on me when they called her.” Fresh tears were stinging his eyes and he wiped them away with the sleeve of his shirt, angry at himself for crying over the abandonment.
“And you have every right to be upset about that, David. But, why does that make you a freak?” Tristan asked calmly.
“Because I’m fucking crying over them! I’m upset and crying over two people that obviously don’t give a damn about me. What does that say about me, Tristan?” David sobbed, the anger quickly dissipating. Tristan stood, walking over to his desk and grabbing a box of Kleenex. He sat down beside David, holding the box out to him with one hand, gently patting David’s shoulder with the other. Still miffed, David jerked a couple of tissues from the box, angrily blowing his nose.
“That says you are a far bigger man than your brother. That says you are a far better Christian than your mother. That says that you are human, David.” Tristan sat next to him until his tears dried up. Tristan moved back to the chair across from him and sat, silently waiting for David to respond.
Clearing his throat, David stared down at the Kleenex in his hands that he was slowly tearing into tiny shreds. “Sometimes, I feel like no one listens to me. Like, if I ask a question, or I don’t say something the right way, I won’t be heard or taken seriously.”
“It’s not about the right words to say, David. If you want to ask Dusty, or anyone else for that matter a question then ask. They just might answer and surprise you,” Tristan said with a grin.
David’s head popped up. “Why do you think I’m talking about Dusty?”
Tristan laughed. “You aren’t?”
“Well, yes, but...” He squinted at Tristan when the man laughed harder. David was about to toss a snotty Kleenex at his therapist when the small timer Tristan kept on his desk to track the time they were in session dinged. Tristan walked him out, ushering a big guy dressed in leather with a long bushy beard, hair pulled back in a ponytail into his office. The big man’s stature alone should have frightened David, but for some reason, it didn’t. David left the office, happy to see Dusty was parked right outside the front door waiting on him.
“Everything go okay today?” Dusty asked, pulling out of the parking lot and back onto the main road. David nodded, trying to work up the courage to ask Dusty the one question that kept rolling over and over in his mind. Why was he doing this? He didn’t owe David a damn thing. If anything, Dusty would probably lose friends when they found out who David was, so why take the chance?
Well, here goes nothing.
“Why are you doing this?” David whispered.
“Doing what?” Dusty asked, a confused expression on his face.
“Helping me, taking me into your home, the shopping trip earlier, being my friend...I…I don’t want you to lose anyone because of me, D. I can leave, I’m better now…” David shrieked, grabbing the ‘oh shit’ handle above his head and holding on as the truck swerved to the right before he was jerked forward when Dusty slammed the truck into park.
Eyes wide, David plastered himself against the door. Dusty looked like he was just south of angry, glaring at him. He jerked his seat belt off and slammed the divider in between them back so he could scoot closer to him. “D, what are you—” Dusty cut him off, fisting David’s shirt in his hands and jerking his body close before devouring David’s mouth in what was quite possibly the best fucking kiss he’d ever had. Of course, he didn’t have much to compare the kiss to, but Holy fucking shit, he thought. His eyes rolled back in his head, his toes curled and his dick twitched. The kiss was that fucking good.
Since the day he woke up from the coma, Dusty had always been gentle with him. In that moment, Dusty was forceful, demanding, taking his mouth fiercely with sucks, nips and a bite to David’s bottom lip that possibly drew blood. When Dusty pulled back with a gasp, David followed, panting and begging for more. “Please, more.” Dusty chuckled at him.
David was done waiting for more. Throwing his casted leg over Dusty, he straddled his lap and bent, sucking on Dusty’s bottom lip, swallowing the groan Dusty fed him as instinct took over and he started rocking his body back and forth in Dusty’s lap. Goddamn, but it felt good to thrust his hips and grind his now rock-hard cock against Dusty. David wanted to be embarrassed that he was seconds away from coming in his jeans from simply the friction of his thrusting but he really couldn’t bring himself to care. When Dusty grabbed his ass and pulled his body flush against him, then thrust his hips upward, keeping perfect timing with the thrusts of his tongue inside David’s mouth…that was all she wrote.
David’s cock erupted in his jeans as he screamed into the kiss, his body jerking and quivering, the feeling of euphoria unlike anything he’d ever felt in his life. He hadn’t even noticed Dusty unbuttoning his jeans, pulling his cock out and jacking himself off until Dusty groaned, his body going rigid between David’s legs until he shot his load as well.
They sat silently for several long moments, sweaty, sticky and sated, before Dusty kissed him, softly this time. When he pulled back and met David’s eyes there was so much emotion in the stare that it almost took David’s breath away again. He lifted David off him and sat him back in his seat, tucking his spent dick back into his jeans and moving over to the driver’s seat.
“Can we go home and do that again? Like, in the bed, naked?” David panted.
“Oh hell, yes,” Dusty replied. He jerked the truck into gear and gunned it. With his left hand Dusty steered, grabbing the divider and pulling it down with his right. He laid his hand on the divider, palm up, giving David a side-ways glance and a naughty grin. David could feel the heat in his cheeks at just the thought of what that naughty grin promised. Placing his hand in Dusty’s he prayed they wouldn’t hit traffic—his dick was already getting hard again.
Chapter 9 | I Could Get Used to This
Their behavior on the elevator ride up to the apartment was the very definition of restraint. Dusty watched David dance back and forth uncomfortably from one foot to the other as he stole glances and then blushed, furiously, when Dusty would grin at him or wink. Dusty wanted to know if the color of red David wore on his cheeks almost constantly covered his entire body when he was aroused. He wanted to strip David down to his bare skin and lick every square inch of that pale skin before burying his tongue in David’s ass. He’d fought his attraction to David for far long enough.
Hearing the uncertainty and fear in David’s voice when he said he could leave cut like a knife, almost as painful as the words themselves. “I can leave, I’m better now.” Like hell you can! Dusty’s inner caveman growled. Sure, David had latched onto him from the minute he woke up from the coma. That didn’t automatically invalidate the intense attraction they shared. Everything about David felt right to him. Holding him, comforting him, kissing him. Every damn thing convinced Dusty that David was right where he was supposed to be, with him. Just thinking about the kiss they shared that morning had Dusty hard in no time.
Stifling a groan and holding one of the grocery sacks to where David wouldn’t see, Dusty quickly adjusted himself so as not to scare any neighbors they might pass in the hall with his dick that was hard enough to hammer a nail into sheetrock. When the doors opened, David rushed out of the elevator and down the hall toward the apartment. Dusty dug in his pocket for the keys, hissing when his fingers brushed the side of his cock through the material. He was thankful that David waited until they got inside the apartment, door closed, bags of groceries seated on the cabinets before he rounded on Dusty and proceeded to climb him while ravishing his mouth with a fierce kiss.
Regrettably, Dusty had to pry David off so he could put away the groceries before they spoiled. “Why don’t you go wait for me in the bedroom while I at least put away the perishable items?” he asked David, kissing the tip of his nose, turning him and swatting his ass with a gentle shove toward the bedroom.
“Fine.” David sounded like a petulant child and Dusty couldn’t help but laugh, which got him an angry glare and only made him laugh that much harder.
Quickly storing anything that needed to be kept cold in the fridge, he left everything else and headed toward the bedroom, taking his shirt off along the way. Stepping into the room he froze, taking in the gorgeous view of a butt-ass naked David, spread out on his bed, fisting his cock in his hand.
“Holy shit,” Dusty muttered. The words were on the tip of his tongue…Who are you and what have you done with David? And while the words would be said as a compliment and most men would take them that way, be flattered by them, David wouldn’t. His normally shy, withdrawn, moody soon-to-be lover would take the words and pick them apart, try to wring something hateful out of them because that was how he was raised. The David that lay in his bed right now staring up at Dusty with lust-filled eyes was very far removed from the other. Licking his lips, Dusty reveled in the sound David made, his sharp intake of breath sucking all the air out of the room.
Releasing his stiff prick, David sat up and crawled to the foot of the bed on his knees, beckoning Dusty closer with the wave of a
finger. Dusty made quick work of the rest of his clothes as he walked the few feet from the doorway to the bed, verbally fanning his young lover’s ego. “You are so fucking sexy, D,” Dusty whispered. A brief flash of desire sparked in David’s brown eyes, drawing Dusty further into their depths. Bending, he kissed David before grabbing him under the arms and tossing him back onto the bed. Watching David’s pupils dilate and fixate on him as he slowly crawled up the bed was a thing of beauty.
He licked his way up David’s body starting at his ankle, paying extra attention to sensitive area where his upper thigh and groin met, but deliberately avoiding actually touching David’s dick. Dusty knew that one touch there would send David over the edge and he wanted to make this last as long as possible. Hovering over David, he leaned down for a quick kiss, laughing when David growled at him as he pulled away. He ran his hands down David’s chest, tweaking his nipples and loving the way David’s body trembled under his fingers, goose bumps breaking out on his pale skin in the wake of the heat Dusty was leaving with his touch.