Rough Attraction

by Talon p. s.

  The car revved again and lurched forward, jumping over the curb in front of him blocking the sidewalk. Darko stopped, his lips rolling in a tight purse while his jaw clenched, biting back the words he wanted to say. The pain he didn’t want to admit to.

  He sidestepped to go around only to have the car roll backwards, blocking him still.

  “Dammit Maxum!”

  “Then get in and say it to my face!” Maxum called out to him.

  Darko bent over, eyes flaring at the man inside the car. “Oh don’t even try going there. You’re the one who’s been playing both sides of the fence here!” He yelled back, making it vividly clear there wasn’t a sweet word between them.

  “And now I’m telling you to get in!” Maxum revved the car and slammed the stick into gear, “Before I decide to just run your ass over!”

  Darko straightened, fury grinding in his bones, but he wanted some answers. Like why Maxum was here and, why the hell he kept running in the first place? The answers, if he got them, would be worth a short ride. Darko grabbed the car door and jerked it open, dropped into the seat and slammed it shut. Mental envisioning breaking something as he did. His gaze straightforward, jaw clenched shut as Maxum drove them deeper into the city.

  The silent tension had only built between them as Maxum drove them to the new Beekman Tower— the odd skyscraper of twisting steel and glass that stood higher than anyone else for the time being. Darko did his best not to look surprised when Maxum entered a key card and the gates on the third floor of the parking garage opened up to another level reserved all for him and the collection of cars he’d obtained over the years. He owns an island, remember? Darko mentally berated himself with loathing silent sarcasm.

  His gaze silently shifting from one parking space to another, noting the variety of exotic sports cars, a few classics and a few he wasn’t sure what classification they fell into. Yet each held a charm for a boyish delight hidden in the grown man he had fallen for. He turned glancing at the stricken face as Maxum parked. Emotions like billows of smoke jetting out around him like a roadster spinning its wheels and ready to take off down the track. Damn him.

  They went in through a side door reserved for private residents, allowing them to bypass the hotel entry that took up the whole lower main section of the tower. An elevator took them up beyond the hotel and up through the business section that made up the second tier. The elevator ride was a straight shot up towards the top before being accessible to any of the upper floors. Dropping them off on the private access, terrace 2 level; first floor, third tier.

  And all the way up, the tension grew still, only now Darko’s anger was smoldering into need. Oh, he fully planned to drill into the man; with his cock, first, then he’d have his answers.

  “You live here?” he asked as Maxum led him down the corridor passed a few doors until they came to the last flat at the end of the hall.

  “Yes.” Maxum answered with a flat tone as he pulled his wallet out.

  “You know there’s still several more floors up.” He goaded for the man’s vanity if only to mask his own gawping.

  “Yes, but I have the terrace.” The exalted claim trumping any notion that he who has the top floor had the better spot. After all, twenty-five more floors when you were already fifty-one floors up didn’t make the ants look any different. It was the added accessory that made his the cut above all the others, and he knew it. Maxum swiped the credit card sized key through the security slot on the wall and showed his abducted guest in.

  Darko glanced around; the place was immaculate and spacious. A man this rich could afford a mansion so why here? “I can’t even begin to guess how much this place costs or comprehend why you’d want to pay it.”

  “I’m one of the investors for the developer. I worked out a deal for it. Besides, I like living in the city and I’ll be damned if I was going to sit in my office and look at this thing and not live in it.”

  “Work?” Darko asked and for the answer, Maxum pointed out one of the glass walls that looked out over the city. Darko followed the direction of the finger and glanced across at the Woolworths Tower just the other side of the park below.

  Okay that explained it— potent flavors, fancy foods, fast machines, strong men and king of the hill egos. His eyes swept across the space as he moved further in. It all seemed so familiar to him. Like it had been designed and laid out to meet his own taste and that’s when it struck him. It could have passed for his place, in the way of druthers in furniture and color, except the part where the things in Darko’s own flat cost only a few hundred dollars in total. Maxum clearly had the several-thousand-dollar upgrade. He turned, still taking it all in until his eyes came on Maxum, and he froze. The air around them going silent. All but the mutely intense smoldering between them like fire and brimstone being stoked up with a fan. Fight or fuck. Those were the only choices they had right now and he didn’t figure Maxum had brought him to his home to fight. That became evidently certain when Maxum stepped toward him, reaching out and grabbed his coat collar, tugging him in until their mouths met in a crushing embrace.

  Fuck or fight.

  Darko’s mind launched into a decision because if he didn’t give into a fierce fucking he was going to start a fight. Too much emotion, too much Nitrous Oxide fuel between them to go unchallenged in some form or another. Of course, he wasn’t opposed to ruining another set of clothes either. He fought his way into Maxum’s coat finding the buttoned down shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons pinging and bouncing across the hard wood floors.

  Maxum reciprocated. His own hands finding their way under his shirt and latched on to his nipples with a commanding pinch before palming roughly down toward his belt. Like gladiators in a battle, they fought more for control of who was getting whom naked first and few things came off without some form of damage. The only thing left were a pair of denim jeans and a pair of slacks between the two of them. Flies open and hungry angry cocks jutting out to salute the other’s arousal.

  Darko’s cock swelled with full, rutting life. “Fuck, yes.” He lunged, grabbing Maxum around the nape and dragged him in for a hard, grinding kiss, complete with the clank of teeth and bruised lips. Just as their tongues met, demanding a rougher tangle for domination, he pressed his hips forward, his shaft coming in full contact, finding the other man’s cock just as eager to meet on certain terms.

  “Damn you.” Maxum growled, both his hands coming up along Darko’s head, gripping at the curls of coffee-black hair. He pulled him tight in his grip and wrenched his lips away, “I shouldn’t want this.”

  The confession rubbed over raw emotions inside Darko and his fiery lust turned bitter in an instant—fuck or fight. Looks like they were fighting after all. “Oh, well, here.” His hands slamming against Maxum’s chest and shoved him away, “Let me arrange that for you.” He turned for the door.

  Darko hit him so hard it forced Maxum back, nearly stumbling off his feet, he caught himself but seeing the man heading for the door had him filled with a rage he didn’t know what to do with, “Don’t you dare walk out that door!”

  Darko only barely turned, glaring heatedly at him over his shoulder, “You better have a damn good reason for bringing me here. Because I don’t usually hang around to play games.”

  “I tried to stay away!”

  “You were getting good at it too.”

  “No I wasn’t. And when I saw that man pawing at you—”

  “Oh, now I see.” Darko came about to get in Maxum’s face. “You don’t want me, but you’ll be damned if you’ll let anyone else have me either. Is that it?”

  “No!”

  “Really? First Club Pain— that was you, wasn’t it, that I saw running out? Then the Wine Cellar. Now this?” But there was another, far more pressing question nagging at him and he let it out with an accusing bellow, “What the hell are you afraid of?!”

  “You!” Maxum’s answer came back in a flash, “I don’t know how the hell I can control you, to make
sure you stay!”

  “Maybe I don’t need control!” Darko stormed towards him, “Maybe I am perfectly capable of knowing exactly where I belong best.” The space between then snapped shut by their bodies and Darko’s mouth came crashing over Maxum’s, forcing its way in for a deep hard probe that ignited carnal lust from the start and there was no refusing the heated exchange this time. Instantly they were both clawing at each other’s bodies. Darko’s jean forcibly getting pushed down by his own hand as well as Maxum’s, until they pooled at his ankles. Maxum’s slacks were next. Mouths locked, hands claiming bodily flesh when their clothes lay at their feet. Darko started walking their bodies towards the large sectional sofa in the middle of the living space. “Forget all you’re rationalizing and just let yourself have what you want.” Darko growled between brutal kissing.

  Maxum took a parting step from him. “It’s not that simple. What my body wants and what my head wants are two different things.”

  “What does your body want?”

  “It wants you.”

  “Then I am what you are going to get tonight.”

  The second those words passed Darko’s lips, and his fingers reached out to brush against Maxum’s lower belly— such a fucking erogenous zone for him— Maxum shuddered and pounced. Any shred of desire to maintain some kind of distance or control evaporated in a shot. The chance of going slow ceased to exist, not that it ever had much of a chance with them anyways. Maxum clutched onto Darko’s head and delved in for a violent kiss of ownership, forcing his way inside the man’s mouth and marking territory with every lick and bite.

  Hot, firm male flesh burned a brand into Maxum’s hands everywhere he touched, and the fact that he felt up the man he wanted with a frightening intensity only spurred the dangerous lover on more. Darko kissed licked and chewed over his lips and jawline, while his hands ran wild all over Maxum’s body in return, growling his burning need and intention to him under his breath every time their mouths broke for air. Maxum parroted the same growling conjectures back, and that somehow turned Darko on even more.

  Darko thrust his tongue into Maxum’s mouth with the same aggressive manner he wanted to rip into the man’s ass, hoping the kiss would give him a measure of reprieve. Instead, it only ratcheted Darko’s base desires up another dozen notches and thickened his cock to a wickedly rigid and painful degree. Everything inside Darko flared up for more— faster, quicker, and hotter— like an engine burning rich. He was full open throttle so his body could achieve release inside Maxum’s body. And he didn’t care how he achieved it.

  Unable to fight the tornado of need tearing through him, Darko severed the kiss and shoved Maxum facedown onto the back of the living room sofa. “I need a condom.”

  “Back pocket.” Maxum growled back over his shoulder; the carnal sound more warning to get on with it, then concern for the requested protection.

  Darko shot a look over his shoulder to the black slacks on the floor. “Don’t you dare fucking move.” He ordered, stepped for the slacks, snatching them up and searched the crumbled fabric to find the pocket. He recovered the wallet, fished out the foil package, and tore into it with his teeth.

  “Damn it, Darko, hurry up and fuck me or so help me, I am going to flip you over and drill you myself!”

  Darko was already right behind him, his hips shot forward slapping Maxum’s ass, sending him into the sofa. His cock crushed between his belly and the crevice of Maxum’s cheeks. He rocked his hips with a teasing motion and dipped down letting the blunt end drag against Maxum in a long stroke of affirmation of his position and claim. “The hell you will.” Darko stepped back, hands spreading Maxum’s cheeks apart and bent down to silence the fussing. His hot breath blew against Maxum’s hole and then he tongued over the surface, delivering his subject to a trembling mess. From the foil, Darko discarded the condom, using only the lube packet and spread it over his hard shaft. He stood, keeping Maxum pinned down with a firm hand on his back, stroking over his hard flesh a savoring moment, then lined-up the head against the tight pucker and punched in.

  Maxum’s entire body tensed up at the abruptness of Darko’s entering him, but salacious greed overruled— the muscles relented and he pushed back forcing the head of Darko’s cock past the tight ring of muscle. They both growled out a gasp that only slightly transformed into moans as he slid in deeper. Darko’s hand came over Maxum’s where he held on to the sofa back, his fingers interlocking into his then fisted over, pinning him as the slide of his cock continued the descent. The grip Darko put on Maxum’s fingers might have crushed a man with smaller hands, but Maxum welcomed the bruising force. He felt the invading body folding over him, feeling the husky breath just as Darko’s lips came to rest against Maxum’s cheek, whispering, “I’ve never enjoyed a man as much as I enjoy you, dragi.” Darko seemed to curse out the foreign word Maxum could only assume was Serbian and yet nothing else existed. That was until— oh sweet fucking God in Heaven, baby— Darko’s hips bunched against his ass and Maxum felt the last several inches of his cock push all the way into Maxum’s ass until he was fully seated inside him.

  Maxum moaned low and deep. It felt like his ass opened up in welcome to accept Darko inside. Once Darko had buried every inch to the root, Maxum’s passage closed around him in a squeezing vice. It felt different, like there were more nerve endings involved this time, more delicious abrasion and— he spun about shooting a hot glance over his shoulder at Darko. “You didn’t put the condom on?” Shock rang through his system.

  “That’s right.” Darko remained folded over him to growl in his ear. He could even feel the gloating smile. “I know damn well you don’t let anyone else inside you and I’ve never shared this with anyone but you. So tonight— nothing between us. I intend to brandish my name inside your body, because by god if this is the last time I ever get to fuck you— you’re going to remember me being here for the rest of your life.” Darko drew back through the clamping fist Maxum’s inner walls put on his shaft, moaning as every thick inch sparked friction in Maxum’s ass on its way out. Leaving Maxum empty and begging for just a heartbeat, before Darko pushed back in with a sharper, less controlled thrust. Fiery discomfort tempered around Maxum’s entrance, but his grunt was one of pure base pleasure at feeling Darko invade his very being.

  “Oh damn— Maxum— Maxum.” Darko pumped his cock into his lover a third and a fourth time. “Fuck yes— it’s so fucking good inside you.” Letting go of one of Maxum’s hands, Darko burrowed his fingers into Maxum’s hair and pressed his own face into the side of Maxum’s head. “You feel so fucking tight and hot.” He breathed heavily into Maxum’s cheek, dampening the skin. Maxum careened his head around to look despite the fist that gripped into his hair, holding him. He found Darko’s heated gaze, eyes wide, holding some feral depth of polished azure. A moment’s pause for some silent communication between them as their eyes met. Driving hunger spoke wordless intent from Darko to Maxum that this night was a matter of no-holds-barred fucking and branding. It’s what Maxum was wanting and he was about to get it. When the licentious connection was over, the onslaught of a wild fucking cut loose and there would be no stopping either of them until they had crossed the finish line.

  As if he couldn’t control himself, Darko cursed repeatedly as he pierced his shaft into Maxum’s body again, stretching his hole— so fucking good. They both clamped their jaws as Darko roughly asked, “Am I hurting you?”

  “Ahh, fuck no— so hot. Keep fucking me baby.” Maxum growled, trying his best to push his ass back into each drilling from Darko’s cock, wanting with everything in him, to feel overpowered by this man. “Don’t stop.” He twisted with every intention to lick over Darko’s arm, only bit into him instead as Darko speared into his ass with a pointed shot and took him to the hilt, ending with a rough grind into Maxum’s stretched hole.

  “Fuck me! Harder damn you!” Maxum pleaded without censor. He tossed his head back in a violent launch to stand erect against the man drilling him one
throttle at a time from behind. Maxum bit blindly, nipping Darko’s chin who complied, picking up speed and pounded Maxum’s ass with more force. Each strike from Darko into Maxum’s shaft clearly fueled them both for more and the harder they went at each other. Darko’s hips pile-driving Maxum into the back of the sofa with a precision throttling, time and again. Forcing the sofa to bang against the floor, working its way out of arrangement with the other sections.

  Building sweat dripped from Darko’s body to Maxum’s back, and each thrust of Darko’s hips sent his balls slapping against the smooth skin of Maxum’s inner thighs in the most knee-buckling manner.

  “So fucking hot and tight, Maxum,” Darko murmured his voice full of raw awe. He shifted down into a deep micro grinding only long enough to lean down over Maxum, his tongue licking over Maxum’s ear, tracing along the shell to lick a line down the slope of his shoulder. “Never felt anything like you in my life.” He rotated away; drawing almost completely out then sank into Maxum again, this time stuffing Maxum full with the slowest damn easing in of his cock. He squeezed Maxum’s hand and pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder blade. “And you will never find another one like me who can fuck you like this.” He shifted suddenly, yanking his hand from its holding sending them both folding over the back, where the thrusting started up again.

  Maxum couldn’t hold onto his struggle any longer and he folded over the sofa, his face landing in the seat cushions, his cock intrepidly wedged under him, getting jacked by the pounding slide of his body over the soft buttery leather upholstery.

  “Darko— oh fuck— please baby.” Emotion began to overwhelm Maxum, while his body was surrendered to pure salacious sensation. Making him moan relentlessly in a way he never had when taking a cock before. With his ass filled to capacity, Maxum’s prick stiffened to a painful degree. His nuts grew more sensitive with every slap of skin, and his rectum clenched in a brutal hold around Darko’s buried thickness. Maxum groaned again, his cheek planted in the seat cushion, but reveled in the sudden arrival of Darko’s chin right there on his shoulder.