by Nikko Lee
“Are you sure you want to come up?” Tyler asked. “I don’t want things to be weird for you in class.”
“I’m a big boy,” Jaime said with a wink. “It won’t be odd for me as long as you are okay with what we are doing.”
It was easier for Tyler to think about Jaime’s feelings than his own. Standing outside of his apartment and getting ready to repay Jaime for the man’s kindness, Tyler knew he had to set up some boundaries on their interaction if he was going to feel free to follow through on his new-found desires.
“No one else can know.”
Jaime nodded.
“We can’t talk about this in class.” Tyler mentally explored all the possible ramifications of sleeping with Jaime. “In fact, nothing can change between us in class. I won’t ignore you and you won’t avoid me.”
“Hai, Sempai.”
Despite Jaime’s playful tone, Tyler cringed. He didn’t want to be reminded he outranked Jaime.
“Sorry, Tyler.”
Jaime gave Tyler the most abashed look as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. Tyler couldn’t be mad at him.
“Randy and Sarah get along just fine in class even though they are intimate.” Tyler tried to remain matter of fact even though his body was screaming for him to get upstairs and strip Jaime naked. “Whatever we do outside of class is nobody else’s business. In class, it’s business as usual. I won’t allow you to sacrifice your training because I’m horny.”
“That works for me,” Jaime said with a brilliant smile. “Can we go up now?”
Jaime pulled at his pants as he shrugged. The ripple in the loose fabric highlighted the stiffness in his member.
When they reached Tyler’s apartment, he fumbled with his keys. Tyler still couldn’t believe they were actually going to be intimate again, but he wasn’t going to pass up the chance. Jaime stood so close to Tyler, he could smell the man’s sweetly spiced cologne, but not so close that they touched. Tyler must have gone through his entire key ring twice before he found the right one. Jaime chuckled. It was so sweet and so sexy. He couldn’t help but feel like a teenager again. All he wanted to do was get in Jaime’s pants and make the man moan.
As soon as Tyler managed to get the door unlocked and opened, Jaime pushed him inside and up against the hallway wall. Jaime closed the door behind them with a carefully placed side kick then pushed his hips against Tyler’s. Even through the layers of fabric they both wore, Tyler felt the contours of Jaime’s hard-on. The contact was so intimate.
* * * *
Jaime had snuggled up to dozens of erections and yet this felt like the first time he’d let a guy grope him behind the high school bleachers. Jaime checked to make sure Tyler was feeling groovy before he ground his hips against Tyler’s. He had to put his hands on the wall on either side of Tyler’s head to keep from pulling him into a kiss. Jaime bit his lower lip to keep himself in check. The last thing he wanted to do was freak the guy out by making things weird. He had to keep this purely physical.
“So how do you propose we settle the score?” Jaime asked. His hips traced circles around Tyler’s erection.
“I don’t know,” Tyler sounded suddenly uncertain. “I’ve never gone down on a guy. I know I wouldn’t be as good as you are.”
It was so sweet that Tyler was worried about pleasing him.
“Just do what you would like to have done to you.” Jaime bit his lower lip again. God, he wanted to kiss Tyler. His eyes were fixed on the point where his erection touched Tyler’s. The layers of material didn’t dampen the sensation, but he wanted them gone. Jaime wanted to feel the soft skin of Tyler’s shaft and the warmth of its tip.
Tyler nodded and slipped his hand between their bodies. The moment his palm contacted the bulge in Jaime’s pants, Jaime let out a keening sigh.
“You are pure sex.” Tyler sounded completely fascinated by Jaime’s attempts to keep his excitement in check. Tyler continued to trace Jaime’s erection with one hand while his other hand rested on the back of Jaime’s neck, pulling their foreheads together. “Take off your pants.”
Jaime complied with haste, practically dislodging the buttons of the fly as he tugged them apart. When his pants hit the floor, his cock sprung free with no underwear to hold it. Weekends are made for going commando. The arch in his erection brought his dick to point upward. His flesh was hot and soft beneath Tyler’s touch, yet there was nothing compliant about his hard-on. It was bold and demanding.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Tyler whispered.
“Sounds good to me,” Jaime brought his lips achingly close to Tyler but left the final decision to close the distance to Tyler. All he wanted was one taste of those lips.
Tyler moved away just enough to avoid a lip lock and continued to stroke Jaime’s member until Jaime’s head fell backward and a moan escaped his lips. He followed Tyler into the bedroom.
Jaime climbed into Tyler’s bed and scanned the room. He’d never cared before what the bedrooms looked like; he’d rarely ended up there anyway. He noticed the framed photographs of Tyler and his parents on the dresser. A photograph of a young Tyler in his gi receiving a certificate from a gray-haired man in a red and white belt was just as prominently displayed. Everywhere Jaime glanced, he saw parts of Tyler; some he knew, others he wanted to know about. Was that a trombone in the closet? Did Tyler write in the journal beside his bed every night? In the privacy of Tyler’s apartment, Jaime felt oddly at home because of the man watching him from the doorway.
Jaime scooted to the head of the bed where he stacked the pillows so he could have the best position to lie in. If Tyler was going to go down on him, Jaime wanted to see every minute of it. With spread legs, his grin only widened at Tyler, who continued to stare at him like a man with a powerful hunger.
Tyler finally stepped away from the door and crawled onto the bed. He traced the insides of Jaime’s legs with his hands until they rested on Jaime’s inner thighs. The slightest pressure from him had Jaime spreading his legs farther. Jaime felt fearless in offering himself to Tyler’s exploration. He knew he’d enjoy it every bit as much as Tyler.
With one finger, Tyler traced a line from the bulbous tip of his member, down his long and arched shaft and around the high and tight sac at its base. The tension in Jaime’s body threatened to overwhelm his control. He interlaced his hands behind his head to keep from reaching out and scaring Tyler.
Tyler took an audible breath before he lowered his mouth to Jaime’s waiting penis. It bounced and twitched so much, Tyler had to wrap his fingers around the base to keep it still. Cupping Jaime’s head against the palm of his hand, Tyler licked from base to crown in one long, slow motion. For a hetero, Tyler sure knew what he was doing.
“Jesus Christ.” Jaime practically lifted off the bed to follow Tyler’s departing tongue.
Jaime’s reaction only served to encourage Tyler to take another taste. This time, Tyler’s tongue danced around the tip of Jaime’s dick, luxuriating in every ridge. Jaime’s hot flesh wept from the attention. When Tyler gripped the shaft and stroked upward, Jaime shuddered. He might be able to hold off coming but he knew there would be no way of holding off his body’s reaction completely. Tyler stared at the glistening drop of precome he’d milked from Jaime’s length. “Sorry, you’ve really got me excited.” Jaime unlatched his hands from behind his head. Before he could wipe the drop away, Tyler captured it with his tongue and descended upon Jaime’s cock until its entire length was caged by his mouth. “Shit.”
Jaime’s hands clutched the bedcovers. His panting breath filled the room.
When he opened his eyes, he couldn’t believe how pleased Tyler seemed to be with himself. A grin reached across his face. Jaime felt Tyler’s hard cock digging into his thigh and longed to stroke it. That was when his thoughts were coherent enough to string together. Mostly his body was too busy processing the pleasure Tyler was giving him. Tyler sucked the length of Jaime with increasing urgency, one hand wrapped tight around his base and the ot
her cupping his tight balls.
“Take your pants off.” Jaime’s words were choppy and taut as they were forced out between gasps. “Turn around.”
Tyler’s pants and underwear were kicked off in rushed seconds. He positioned himself so Jaime could reach his dick, never letting Jaime’s leave his hungry mouth.
Cock to mouth, Jaime and Tyler sucked each other until Jaime could no longer tell where his pleasure began and Tyler’s ended. Jaime matched Tyler stroke for stroke and lick for lick. Several times he thought Tyler might come, but Jaime always pulled back just enough to draw out his excitement. He wanted to make this last as long as he could.
It became a game to see who could make the other come first. In a match like this, there was no loser, but Jaime intended on winning. As he sucked Tyler, he felt Tyler slip a finger along the underside of his balls and edged toward his ass. Jaime’s thighs convulsed from the strain of self-control, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold back any longer. Within seconds, Jaime was moaning into Tyler’s member as his orgasm struck him with the force of a Mack truck.
The spasm started at the point where Tyler’s finger pressed into Jaime’s perineum. It raced through his balls and out the length of his dick.
“Oh, fuck.” Jaime’s voice was muffled by the mouthful he couldn’t release.
Jaime’s last coherent thought was that he shouldn’t come in Tyler’s mouth. He tried to pull out before he came, but Tyler wouldn’t let him. Tyler’s fingers gripped Jaime’s hips and steadied him as Jaime thrust into Tyler’s mouth. The rush of hot fluid against the back of Tyler’s mouth set him off, and Tyler’s release was only seconds behind Jaime’s.
Like a kitten cleaning a bowl of milk, Tyler didn’t abandon Jaime’s cock until he was emptied of every last drop.
Jaime flopped onto the bed beside Tyler as soon as Tyler released him.
“Okay, you are really good at that,” Jaime sighed. Strands of hair clung to his sweat dampened face.
“I’m a quick learner.”
A tremble of excitement passed through Jaime’s body as he closed his eyes. “I’ve still got a few tricks I could teach you.”
“I may hold you to that.”
Jaime’s cheeks burned with the rush of blood at the thought of teaching Tyler everything he knew about pleasing a man over and over again.
It felt like a dream lying next to Tyler, just staring at the ceiling. Jaime didn’t feel compelled to say anything. Just like in the car, he felt in the moment and completely relaxed. As they lay on the bed, Jaime began to wonder what came next. Usually once the act was over, Jaime was getting dressed and heading out the door. He never stayed for so much as a shower, let alone a kiss good-bye. Then again, Tyler had invited Jaime to his apartment. Maybe he should hang around. To be polite.
Jaime was caught in the middle of his indecision when he felt the bed shift. Tyler stood up and started retrieving his clothes. That was his cue. Jaime followed suit.
“Do you want a beer or something?” Tyler’s offer was as uncomfortable as Jaime’s response.
“Ah, no. thanks. I should get going.” Jaime pulled on his pants. “My groceries are in the car.”
It was a good excuse because it was true. Jaime didn’t want Tyler to feel like he had to kick Jaime out without actually having to kick him out. He didn’t want to make things odd, but that seemed inevitable.
“Right, I guess I should get mine, too.”
Once they were dressed, they headed out to the parking lot. Jaime paused before walking to his car.
“I had fun,” Jaime said with a smile.
“Me, too.”
Awkwardness had already started edging in around them.
“See you in class?” Jaime asked with his eyes averted.
“Definitely,” Tyler said. He actually sounded relieved to change the subject.
Jaime bit his lip and nodded. He prayed their indiscretion wasn’t going to change anything in the dojo.
“Let me see your eyes so that I know we’re cool.” Tyler’s words caught Jaime by surprise. No one was ever worried about how Jaime felt after an encounter.
With a faint blush on his cheeks, Jaime looked into Tyler’s eyes. It never ceased to amaze him how compassionate Tyler could be.
“Maybe we can spar,” Jaime said.
“I’d like that.”
Jaime smiled. He almost felt guilty for making such a quick getaway and Tyler had to at least know Jaime had had a good time and that Jaime was on board with keeping this—whatever it was—separate from their interaction in karate class.
Tyler had looked relieved at the suggestion they might spar again.
Jaime tried to tamp down his excitement as he drove home. He had to stop short a couple of times when the car in front of him slammed on the breaks or took a sudden turn. At least that’s how it felt to Jaime. His mind was still back in Tyler’s bedroom. He was still in a fog when he heard his phone ringing.
“Hello.” Jaime took the call through the Bluetooth unit in his car.
“Jaime,” Tomas’s voice came through the car speaker as clear as if he’d been sitting next to Jaime. “I hope I didn’t wear you out too much yesterday.”
“No, no,” Jaime stumbled over his words. He couldn’t help but think of how his day had started, thinking about Tomas. Then came Tyler, and every good intention Jaime had about finding a stable relationship went out the window. That didn’t stop him from feeling guilty. “I’m doing much better today.”
“Good, then I’m taking you out to dinner.”
Jaime wasn’t sure he could go from being in one man’s bed to eating dinner with another in the same day. Not that he hadn’t done it before, but this time felt different. He actually liked Tomas. And what was Tyler to him? What was he to Tyler?
“Unless you already have plans,” Tomas’s voice was playful but his words ate at Jaime’s conscience.
“No.” He was drawing a blank on a good excuse. “But I’ve had a busy day.”
“How about Monday night?”
“I’ve got karate.”
“I’m busy the rest of the week.” Tomas sighed. “It shouldn’t be this hard to schedule some time together. How about lunch? I can probably sneak away for an hour or so.”
Usually after the first ‘I’m busy’ Jaime’s one night stands got the hint. He was going to have to be a whole lot more direct with Tomas.
“I think maybe now is not the best time for either of us.”
“I can make the time, if you can.”
There was nothing Jaime could say that was more damning than the silence he let fill the ether between them.
“Are you sure?” Tomas was more of a gentleman than Jaime deserved.
“I’m sorry.”
“So am I.”
Jaime pressed the hang up button on his steering wheel. Whatever was going on between Jaime and Tyler, he knew he couldn’t get into a serious relationship until he saw it through.
Chapter 11
They didn’t exchange numbers. They didn’t kiss goodbye. For all intents and purposes, Tyler and Jaime had just had another casual sexual encounter. Yet Tyler kept replaying every minute he had spent with Jaime when he least expected. In the shower or bed, it was a given. But Tyler hadn’t expected to think about going down on Jaime while washing his car or brushing his teeth. Tyler was looking forward to the next karate class with an eagerness he hadn’t felt since he had first earned his black belt. Class had always been a special time for him, but now it was also an opportunity to interact with Jaime. After their last parting, Tyler felt more confident than ever that he could have the best of both worlds, a kickass training partner and a sex fiend with an insatiable appetite.
Like too many guys he knew, Tyler was often at his girlfriends’ mercy when it came to sex. A few of them had even voiced objections when he masturbated. Now he had Jaime to play with, his libido was working overtime. It was probably best Jaime hadn’t given Tyler his number. Even though Tyler had it
on the karate call-out list, the fact that Jaime hadn’t given it to him meant Tyler was in control of the next time they got together. Jaime was like that girl you wanted but who kept just out of reach. Only Tyler knew Jaime would give in to him if he showed enough interest. Jaime might be a cool customer, but Tyler was getting the hint Jaime liked being seduced as much as he enjoyed seducing Tyler.
* * * *
Monday night, Tyler arrived at class early. The delicious thoughts of Jaime that had kept him up at night and busy during his free moments needed to be tempered with a little physical exertion. Otherwise, he was afraid his body would betray him the moment Jaime walked through the door.
Tyler had already spent half an hour running through basics when the first students started to arrive. To his surprise, Steve and his buddies were the first through the door. Once they got changed, Tyler led them through their katas until they were all soaked in sweat. Tyler didn’t even notice Jaime come in until he was dressed and on the dojo floor working with Randy.
Between kata steps and making corrections to the students who followed him, Tyler managed a few casual glances in Jaime’s direction. He needed to know Jaime was going to be okay for class. With intense concentration, Jaime listened to Randy’s every word. Each correction was met with a formal bow and acknowledgment. The more reserved Jaime was in class, the more Tyler longed to break that reserve the next time they were alone. Although Jaime remained formal, Tyler didn’t see the same tension in his shoulders he carried last class. Tyler wouldn’t know for sure until he saw Jaime’s eyes.
Tyler had started to give up hope of catching Jaime’s glance when he looked Jaime’s way. It wasn’t long enough or direct enough for anyone else to see but Tyler. When he saw the confident acceptance in Jaime’s gaze, he had to fight the urge to smile.