by Vicki Tharp
When Roman decided he’d let Demetri come, Demetri stepped away and pulled Roman to his feet. “As much as I love that sexy mouth of yours on me, I really want to fuck you.”
Though Roman liked to top, bottoming was where it was at for him. So much so that he’d prepped himself before going over. You know… just in case.
“Oh, hell yeah.”
Demetri grinned. Roman would willingly say yes for the rest of his life to see Demetri’s face light up like that. It was like the sun shined brighter, the moon rose higher, the stars got starrier. If that were even a word. But Roman had better things to contemplate than word choice.
Shucking his shorts and underwear, Demetri took Roman’s hand and led him to the bedroom. The underwater lights from the pool shined through Demetri’s sliding glass door. The reflection of water on the wall made it feel like an underwater paradise.
Roman didn’t waste time on a slow tease taking off his clothes. Demetri had already seen him naked. Demetri’s shirt quickly joined Roman’s clothes on the floor in a messy pile. Turning to the bedside table, Demetri found a strip of condoms and a rather large bottle of lube.
Roman’s eyes went wide, and he grinned. That’s what he was talking about. “Where do you want me?”
“On your back,” Demetri said, “I want to see your face when I sink into you.”
Roman naked on his back in the middle of Demetri’s bed was a sight to behold. The way the pool light reflected off his body, highlighting dips and valleys and the bulge of muscle and brawn, would have made Demetri want to reach for his sketch pad if he didn’t have more immediate plans for Roman.
He climbed onto the bed in between Roman’s legs, bracing himself above him, unable to believe Roman hadn’t rejected him out of hand. Sure, they had a connection and attraction. But for Roman to be able to get past Demetri’s omission, to forgive him and accept him and his diagnosis, spoke to the incredible kind of man Roman was.
“Demetri?”
He shook those thoughts away and focused on the man beneath him. “Yeah?”
“I can see those wheels churning. Stop it. It’s just you and me. Forget all the other bullshit. Think you can do that?” Roman licked his hand and took hold of Demetri’s dick. His grip warm and firm as he started to stoke. “Or do you need me to show you how to forget?”
Demetri’s eyes drifted closed. He thrust into Roman’s hand. Within seconds, the rest of the world disappeared.
When he opened his eyes, Roman grinned up at him. “I love that my touch can make you forget to breathe.”
Demetri chuckled and let out the breath he held. “You took my brain offline.”
“That’s the whole idea.”
Roman pulled Demetri in for a kiss, his hand holding Demetri’s hip until Roman took all his weight. Their cocks aligned, and they ground against each other, the friction shooting sparks straight to Demetri’s balls. Roman’s strong hands kneaded Demetri’s ass. Then Roman lightly dragged his fingers up Demetri’s spine, sending out shock waves of goosebumps all over Demetri’s skin.
He needed to be inside Roman. The drive almost unbearable. He kissed across the stubble on Roman’s jaw and worked his way down, paying extra close attention to Roman’s nipples. One lick across the stiff peaks had Roman’s back arching, his grunt and low growl one of the sexiest sounds Demetri had ever heard.
“Are you going to fuck me or not?” Roman grumbled, his feigned petulance fucking adorable.
“I’ll get there,” Demetri said, loving the way Roman’s precum smeared across Demetri’s chest as Roman fought to find the friction he needed to get off.
But Demetri was determined to make Roman wait, wanting to drive him to the brink of reason. He scooted farther down Roman’s body, licking a trail down his centerline, making Roman’s cock bob in anticipation.
Demetri went around Roman’s dick, nipping at his hip bones instead.
“Motherfucker,” Roman complained. “Just—” Demetri sucked one of Roman’s balls into his mouth. “Fuck, yeah. That’s what I’m talking about.”
Roman started stroking himself. Demetri came up for air and said, “Did I say you could do that? Hands behind your head.”
“That’s cruel,” Roman said, though he complied, his dick standing straight out from his body.
“We’re both gonna get off soon enough.” Demetri settled on his haunches, throwing Roman’s legs over his shoulders and diving in to get another taste of him.
Demetri loved eating ass.
And he loved eating Roman’s ass the most.
Roman’s hands went to the back of Demetri’s head, holding him in place as Demetri licked and sucked his way down Roman’s taint to that delicious hole waiting for his attention.
His tongue teased the tight rim of muscle. Roman thrust against Demetri’s face until his tongue breached his hole. Roman gasped, and a growly, sexy chuckle escaped. “Oh, fuck yeah.”
He worked Roman’s hole harder. The scent of musk thick in the air only made him hungrier for more.
Demetri stroked his already supercharged dick. Roman’s breaths came quick, his chest billowing. Demetri pulled away with a grunt of disapproval from Roman. As great as it was eating him out, Demetri wanted to bury himself inside him even more.
He reached for the strip of condoms, pulled one free, and quickly sheathed himself. He flipped the top on the bottle of lube and poured it into his hand, slicking himself up generously before doing the same to Roman’s hole.
Roman reached for him, and he braced himself on one arm, devouring Roman in a kiss. Their tongues dueling. Mating.
More.
He needed more.
Roman pushed back on the finger Demetri used to lube him up, and his finger slid in with ease. Roman’s head fell back, breaking the kiss, his breath hitching on a long, throaty groan.
“Fuck that feels good.”
“Ready for more?”
Roman nodded. “Always.”
Demetri chuckled and scraped his teeth over one of Roman’s nipples. “I love a hungry bottom.”
He sunk a second finger inside Roman. “Jesus Christ,” Roman muttered as he fucked himself on Demetri’s fingers. Then Demetri rubbed against Roman’s prostate, Roman’s head slinging side to side as his legs began to quake.
“Right... fuck...uh... there.” Roman’s words little more than guttural grunts and groans.
When his two fingers easily slid in and out of Roman, Demetri shifted and laid Roman’s thighs laid over his own. He placed the tip of his cock against Roman’s hole, waiting for Roman to meet his eyes before continuing. “You sure this is what you want?”
Roman put a hand over the one Demetri had resting on Roman’s thigh. “I want you, professor. That’s what I want.”
The way the word ‘professor’ rolled off Roman’s tongue like an endearment made Demetri’s chest tight. And the sincerity in those words made it sound as if Roman wanted more than his dick. That maybe they’d find their way through the mess Demetri had made of everything.
“You’re thinking again. Stop.”
“I’m stopping.”
He wrapped his hands around Roman’s thighs and eased inside, the tight ring of muscle gripping his cock until he’d sunk to his balls. He stilled. Caught his breath—only seconds away from it ending all too soon.
Those beautiful green eyes of Roman’s that had intrigued him from the start drifted closed, Roman’s his jaw slack and hanging open. He rolled his pelvis, taking Demetri even deeper.
Demetri watched as Roman’s balls drew up tight, much like his own, and gripped Roman’s hips to hold him still. “You gotta give me a minute.”
“Nope.” Roman hooked his hands behind Demetri’s thighs, urging him to move.
Demetri gave up. The need to pound into Roman nearly overwhelming, he braced his hands on either side of Roman’s chest and gave Roman what he needed.
He nearly pulled out before sliding back in again. Long, smooth strokes. Then he shifted, aiming for R
oman’s prostate. Roman shook with pleasure. “Harder. Faster,” Roman grunted. “Show me what you’ve got, old man.”
“Fuck you.” Demetri’s laugh turned into a grunt when Roman gripped Demetri’s hips and took over, fucking himself on Demetri’s dick.
“Exactly.”
Demetri couldn’t hold out any longer, the exquisite torture rocketing him to the brink. He drove into Roman, giving him the pounding he’d been craving. Demanding.
Sweat slicked Demetri’s body, and he had a hard time drawing enough oxygen, his lungs working double time. Roman was so tight, so...
The tingling at the base of Demetri’s spine exploded, sending pulses of lightning shooting down his nerves. Roman gripped his dick and started jacking himself. If Demetri hadn’t already been on the edge, watching Roman would have been enough to make him come.
Demetri stiffened above Roman as his climax hit, his body shaking from the effects and the effort. Roman didn’t slow, ramming himself down on Demetri dick over and over, his hand a blur on his cock. Then he shouted out. Thick ropes of cum shot across his abdomen.
The expression on Roman’s face was one Demetri never wanted to forget. The throes of lust and passion etched deeply in his features. Roman’s hand finally fell away, his cock gradually softened and fell off to the side. Demetri gently pulled out and stretched out beside Roman while they both caught their breath.
He rested his head on Roman’s shoulder, drawing a lazy finger through the jizz on Roman’s chest. He brought the finger to his lips and licked it clean. “Mmm. I love how you taste.”
Roman chuckled and pulled Demetri in for a kiss. “And I love the way I taste on you. So. Fucking. Sexy.”
Demetri rolled onto his back. “My vote is we stay here forever. Fuck and have food delivered until we run out of funds.”
If only he could be so lucky. “Works for me. But maybe we should wait until you get tenure. Then they’d have a much harder time firing your ass when you stop showing up for classes.”
Demetri braced himself on an elbow. “I could always put in for a sabbatical. Tell them it’s for research into the male form.” He dragged a finger up the inside of Roman’s thigh, and though spent, Roman’s blood flow started to return. It wouldn’t take much for him to get totally hard again.
“Are we talking any male form, or do you have a particular one in mind?”
“There’s this fitness model who DMed me. He might be interested.” Demetri couldn’t keep his face straight, the grin breaking out.
Roman loved Demetri’s teasing side. “Maybe we’ll need that basement after all. I could keep you chained down there so you could service me.”
Demetri groaned and sat up. “How the hell do you make that sound so enticing?”
“Where you going?”
“Getting rid of the condom. Trust me. I’m not going anywhere.”
Why those words made Roman’s chest tight, he didn’t know. But it didn’t sound like Demetri meant he wasn’t going anywhere right then, it sounded like he meant ever.
It was too early to talk seriously about their future, but even though their relationship wasn’t in the clear, it didn’t seem on the skids anymore.
He watched Demetri walk away, unable to keep his eyes off that ass and the play of muscle across his back. Demetri had the strong, trim physique of an X-Game-level skateboarder. A lot of raw power in a slim package. It fascinated Roman.
Demetri returned with a warm, wet washcloth. He knelt on the bed and cleaned Roman up with a care and reverence Roman found endearing. Demetri’s thoughts had gone inward again, a kind of melancholy coming over him.
Roman caught his wrist. “What is it?”
“Fuck, babe. I keep thinking how stupid I was. How I almost ruined everything.”
The term of endearment raised a lump in Roman’s throat. He loved the sound of it. Loved that Demetri had used it. “You can’t take all of the blame. My past didn’t help. It took me some time to see that. And a nudge from Moses to look at it from another perspective. I understand your need to protect yourself because that’s what I’d been trying to do myself.”
Demetri tossed the wet rag into the bathroom. It sailed through the open door of the shower and landed with a slap.
“Nice shot.”
Demetri grinned. Part devilment and all sexy. “What’s my reward?”
Roman sprung up and rolled on top of him, penning Demetri’s arms above his head. He was already getting hard again. So was Demetri. “I think that’s something better shown than told.”
Roman took Demetri in his hand. He wanted—needed—to taste him. And this time he’d wouldn’t let Demetri distract him before he reached his goal.
By the time he’d finished with Demetri, his jaws ached, and his biceps were fatigued, but fuck if it hadn’t been worth it to finally taste Demetri on his tongue.
They lay on the bed in sticky, sweaty bliss. A pile of limp arms and legs and dicks.
Overhead, the ceiling fan turned lazily, the light breeze cooling their over-heated skin. He had no idea what time it was and decided he’d be better off not knowing in the morning how little sleep he got.
They showered off—too exhausted to do more than a perfunctory wash—and changed the damp, cum-stained sheets before falling into bed naked. He curled up behind Demetri and pulled him into his chest, his cock lining up with Demetri’s sexy ass, too worn out to do anything about it.
But with the way things were going, he felt confident there would be a next time to explore that option.
Then he realized that Demetri hadn’t asked him to stay. Was Demetri laying there wondering how to ask him to leave? Demetri had joked about wanting to stay in bed together forever, but that could have been the afterglow of sex talking.
“Hey,” Roman said. Demetri jerked as if Roman had woken him. “I can go if—”
Demetri made a sound in the back of his throat. The kind of sound you’d make if your dog were getting into the garbage. Then he reached back and cupped Roman’s head. “Babe, I want you to stay.”
He kissed that tender spot where Demetri’s neck met his shoulder. “Okay.”
Roman woke sometime later, the light shades of a pink sun peeking over the back fence. He lay on his stomach on the bed on a diagonal, one arm flopped over one side, one foot hanging off the other, his morning wood trapped beneath him. That slow turning fan emitting the faintest squeak with every turn.
He heard a noise behind him and braced himself on his arms and glanced over his shoulder. Demetri was sitting naked in a folding chair he’d brought into the room, his heel tucked up on the edge of the seat, with a sketchpad on his upturned knee.
“What are you doing?”
“Don’t move,” Demetri said. Roman resettled into the position he’d woken in. “And I’m drawing you. What’s it look like I’m doing?”
Roman wiggled his ass, and he heard Demetri’s short intake of breath. “Don’t do that or I’ll never get this done.”
“I’m okay with that.” Roman started to move.
“Hold still.”
“I’ve gotta piss.”
The warm, soft notes of Demetri laugh touched him like a caress. “Tough. All I need is five more minutes.”
Five minutes remaining in one of Roman’s exams flew by in seconds. This five minutes, with his over-full bladder pressed against the mattress, would feel like an hour.
“Ten minutes tops.”
Roman groaned. “Fuck me.”
“When I’m finished.”
It was Roman’s turn to laugh. He could still feel the aftereffects of being fucked the night before, but if Demetri wanted to fuck him again, he was a go.
As Roman lay there, the only sound came from the ceiling fan and the light scratching of Demetri’s pencils on the sketchpad. When he didn’t think he could wait any longer to pee, Demetri said, “Done. You can get up now.”
Roman sprinted for the bathroom and hung his head in relief as he emptied his bladder. He flus
hed and washed his hands before returning to the bedroom.
Demetri was still where he’d left him, working on some aspect of the drawing. How Demetri had managed to see well enough to put pencil to paper in the dim morning light, Roman would never know. “Can I see?”
Demetri held the pad to his chest and glanced up. “Not yet.”
“Fair enough.” Roman dropped down onto the bed again.
Judging from the morning light, he probably had another hour before he had to get up, grab a change of clothes from his apartment, and go to class. He fluffed up a pillow and rolled on his side, his legs slightly splayed and his semi-hard dick resting on his thigh as he watched Demetri work.
He couldn’t help the hard-on. Just looking at Demetri did that to him, especially when he had the memories of the night before playing in his mind like his own erotic OnlyFans page.
He didn’t have a fraction of the drawing talent that Demetri had, so he appreciated watching him work, even if it was from the wrong side of the sketchpad.
“Right there. Don’t move.”
Demetri’s brows knit together as he concentrated on his drawing, and fuck if he wasn’t sexy as hell when he settled deep into artist mode. It almost made Roman want to grab a pad of paper himself, but he knew he could never do Demetri justice. He wouldn’t be able to capture his warmth, his kindness, his vulnerability.
Demetri glanced up, his concentration shifting. “What are you doing?”
Roman glanced down at the hand that had drifted to his dick without conscious thought. A pool of precum collected on his thigh, a drop or two spilling over the side. “Come over here, and I’ll explain it to you.”
Demetri’s eyes turned dark and smoldering. “Don’t tempt me.”
It was hard to tempt someone so intent on their work. Roman could almost feel every line of his body that Demetri traced with his pencils, could feel the shading on his inner thigh, the light strokes as Demetri fleshed out his dick.
His skin pricked, and his balls drew up. He was going to blow a load, Demetri’s drawing be damned. Half expecting a verbal reprimand, Roman glanced up to find that Demetri had set his sketchpad aside and had his dick in his hand, his eyes locked on Roman as he matched him stroke for stroke.