by Ashley Ladd
Barely able to speak, Drew nodded. “It was awesome.” Still, he had a sneaking suspicion it wasn't half as awesome as Ryan. He couldn't wait to find out.
When Ryan scooped him into his arms and carried him to the bed, Drew swooned. He'd never been wooed so romantically, not even by Lonnie, and he wondered if he was dreaming. As Ryan reverently laid him on the bed, he implored, “Tell me I'm not dreaming. Promise me this is real."
Ryan laid on top of him and smothered him in kisses. He pulled up Drew's shirt and worked his way up from his waist to his nipples where he lingered and sucked on first one and then the other. “Believe me, it can't get more real than this."
"Let's take off our clothes. I want to feel all of you. I want to see how beautiful you are.” Drew couldn't be more impatient. He was so hard, so hot, his cock would break if it didn't fuck Ryan soon.
In a tangle of arms and legs, they tore off each other's clothes and flung them around the room.
Ryan shifted around on the bed, stretched to his nightstand then pulled out several items. “Lookie here. I told you this would be a very Merry Christmas."
Drew looked at the array of new shiny cock rings, vibrators, dildos, and gels. There were a couple things he'd never seen before, and he had no clue what they were. “Wow! Santa opened a new division of his toy shop?"
"Yep. This place I found had so many toys, I got several. I thought we'd make this a Christmas to remember."
Ryan pointed at the cock rings. “Let's try those first. I don't think we need the dildos since we have each other."
Drew eyed the cock rings with fascination and chose one different from the one Ryan had given him. This one had large beads that looked as if they'd provide extra stimulation. He hurriedly slid it on. “I don't know how much longer I can hold out."
A wicked grin split Ryan's lips. “Hold that thought. I'll be right back with something heavenly."
Something heavenly?
Drew's mouth watered. Could this night get any better? Had any other topped this? Not that he could recall.
While Ryan was gone, he played with his cock, pumping it to keep the blood circulating. He ground his hips against the bed and moaned as he imagined sliding it in and out of his lover.
"You're supposed to wait for me,” Ryan said with a tsk tsk as he hopped on the bed and almost bounced Drew off.
He held a balloon in his hand that looked to be filled with a chocolate-coloured cream. His brows came together as he wondered what it was.
"I should have asked if you prefer chocolate or vanilla, but since I love chocolate, we'll start with that."
"Chocolate?” A million questions raced through his mind. “Chocolate what?"
"Chocolate pudding. I like to use it in place of lube sometimes. I can't wait to lick it off your body."
Drew squirmed and couldn't wait either. Before he could ask what the balloon was for, Ryan slid the pudding filled balloon over his cock and curled tight his fingers around it, then rubbed it up and down.
Drew's hips flew off the bed it felt so awesome. His moans grew into screams of rapture. “Oh, yes!"
"I thought you'd like it,” Ryan said on a purr. “Are you close to coming?"
"Oh, yes!” He didn't care if he repeated himself. He couldn't think coherently.
"It's time to make you feel better. Much better,” Ryan crooned as he removed the balloon and squirted the remaining pudding onto Drew's chest and smeared it around his body.
His eyes intense, passion gleaming in them, Ryan situated himself between Drew's legs and buried his face in his groin. He licked every inch of Drew's cock until it had to be clean. He ran his tongue along and into the slit, driving Drew crazy.
Writhing, Drew pounded his hips into the mattress as he fucked Ryan's mouth. He shovelled his fingers through Ryan's long hair and held tight his head. “Oh, God, that feels so very good. Don't stop."
"Not until you come in my mouth. I want to drink your cum. Come for me, baby. I want to taste you now. Don't hold back. I'm ready."
Drew was ready, too. Past ready. He let himself go and his seed squirted long and hard into Ryan's mouth. When he twisted up to gaze upon his lover, his cum was rolling down the sides of Ryan's mouth while it still gushed from his penis. Wave upon wave of spasms hit him, and he screamed his ecstasy. Surely, this was the rapture.
Finally, his penis stopped convulsing, and the blood stopped pounding. Spent, he fell back onto the bed. Breathing hard, he couldn't help smiling. He reached for Ryan and massaged his body. “That was awesome. I didn't know it could be like this."
"This is only the beginning.” Ryan licked his way up Drew's chest as if to prove more was yet to come.
Drew couldn't wait.
Eager to learn everything about his lover, Ryan insinuated his hands between their bodies and smoothed his hands over Drew's chest, his thighs then back to his cock. He lapped at the pudding and moaned at how exquisite it tasted mingled with Drew's musky flavour.
Knowing he couldn't keep himself from coming much longer, he murmured against Drew's mouth, “I want to fuck you, now.” He lubed his finger and worked it into Drew's hole, spreading it wider and deeper until Drew moaned steadily and his cock began to flex back to life. Then he shifted to his knees, hoisted Drew's hips in the air and worked his cock into Drew's ass.
His heart hammered so hard he knew the neighbours heard it. His pulse raced and threatened to jump out of his neck.
"Oh, yes! Fuck me now. What are you waiting for?” Drew pushed his ass at Ryan's cock, begging for it.
Unable to help himself and not wanting to, Ryan pushed his cock deeper into Drew's tight ass until it was up to the hilt. Flinging back his head, he let out a primordial yell. He pounded Drew without mercy and so hard the bed banged the wall. He didn't care. In fact, it turned him on. He liked his sex rough and hard. The harder, the rougher, the better.
He massaged Drew's ass as he held it high, and he tried to bend to kiss the once again risen cock, but he could just reach the tip.
Standing up tall again, he pretended he was a giant and had his wicked way with his lover at his mercy. Wildfire coursed through him, and electrified, his cock jolted and his cum spurted out in droves.
He held Drew's ass tight against him as his juices ran down his lover's thighs and spilled onto the bed. It kept spewing out, and to his delight, Drew's cock exploded his creamy seed onto his stomach and their cum mingled.
He imprisoned Drew's ass against him until the last wave of euphoria subsided and he was filled with joyful peace.
He pulled out and joined his lover on the bed. Tenderly, he pulled Drew against him, and let his warmth seep into him. It had been so long since he'd been so close to anyone, and although their relationship was new, he wondered if he'd found his soul mate.
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Chapter Five
Drew awoke with a start and knew something was wrong. Still foggy and disoriented, he wasn't sure what it was until his eyes focused on an unfamiliar room with a strange bed and odd furniture. The walls were a minty green with pine green trim while his walls were a muted blue with white piping. The floor was covered in pine wood while his was covered in white pile carpeting.
He looked around for a clock but the nightstand was bare except for an array of sex toys.
Sex toys...
It all came back to him, and he moaned. He'd fallen asleep in Ryan's bed after the most wonderful night of his life, without any thought to the morning or work.
Grimacing down at his naked self, he crawled out of bed and searched for his clothes. He found his shirt, ripped and crumpled across the room on a potted tree. His pants were wrinkled in a heap on the opposite side of the room. One of his shoes was missing in action.
"What am I going to do?” he muttered as he dragged on his underwear and hopped into his slacks. “Ryan? Where are you?"
He cocked his ears, then heard water spraying so assumed his lover was in the shower cleaning off the last traces
of their love making and the chocolate pudding. His skin itched to be in that shower and his cock flexed at the thought of joining Ryan in the confined, steamy place.
But he dug into his pants pocket and found his cell phone, flipped it open and read the time. Eight a.m. He groaned.
Work started at eight-thirty and he lived at least fifteen minutes away, and he had to run home for a change of clothes. He couldn't go to work like this. He couldn't call in sick either or he wouldn't get paid for the Christmas holiday.
His heart flip flopping in his chest, he pounded on the bathroom door. “Ryan, I have to run home. I'll see you tonight at my place. At seven."
The door opened, and steam smacked him in the face. It opened wider, and a nude Ryan stumbled out holding a damp towel. Water dripped from his long hair onto his muscular shoulders. His cock lay flaccid but still impressive between his legs. “Don't go home. You can borrow some of my things. We're about the same size."
Drew wasn't so sure about that, but it would save him if they were close enough. “I hope so. Let me hop in there and rinse off while you find something for me. We have to get a move on."
Ryan slashed a quick kiss across his lips and playfully swatted his ass. “I wish we had time for a repeat of last night. That was awesome."
The words echoed his thoughts, and he hated the idea of having to go to work. “They should've given us today off, too, the scrooges!"
"Hurry it up. We might still make it in time.” Ryan tossed a clean towel to him and turned his back revealing his tight tush.
Drew's cock tingled but he murmured, “Down boy. Not now.” Then he turned on the cold water, stepped under it and yelped.
* * * *
Ryan ambled into work as if it was just another normal day before Christmas, as if his entire world hadn't just been rocked. It was all he could do to stop grinning ear to ear or daydreaming about his new man. His mind kept wandering to their exquisite, perfect night, and he couldn't wait to be in Drew's arms again.
He was in the midst of a daydream when Angie sashayed in and closed the door behind her. “You naughty, naughty boys. I saw you last night."
Ryan snapped back to the present and sat up tall in his chair so fast he almost fell to the floor. His heart tripped, his spine so stiff it was about to break, he had trouble breathing. He did his best to look normal as the woman took command of his guest chair and leaned forward.
He wondered what she thought she knew and how she'd guess he'd been naughty. They'd been extra careful last night. His mind hit replay, and he couldn't see where they'd messed up.
"Why the doe-eyed Bambi look? You and Drew are an item, aren't you?"
He tried to keep a straight face, but his body stiffened, and he knew he was damned. Angie wasn't good at keeping secrets even when she wanted to, and he doubted she'd want to keep this one. She'd find it too juicy.
He linked his fingers and narrowed his eyes. “What makes you think that?"
"That you're gay and screwing each other?” A haughty look flickered in her eyes as she tilted her head.
He didn't appreciate how ineloquent and nastily she made her case, and his fingers clenched. “Even if that were true, what business is it of yours?"
She perched on the edge of her seat and pulled her skirt over her knee. Her foot bounced in the air as her heel threatened to fall off. She poked her finger in his chest. “I think I have a right to know the way you flirt with me. I don't care if you're gay, but don't give me mixed signals."
He almost fell back in his chair, he was so shocked. Disbelief flooded him. “Me flirt with you? How? When?” He couldn't recall anything akin to flirting with her or any other woman. “You were chasing me."
Angie tossed her hair behind her shoulders, making her earrings jingle. Her low-cut top revealed way too much of her boobs making him uncomfortable as usual, and he quickly looked away.
"You just did it! You were ogling my breasts."
His head spun, and he was infuriated. “How could I not see your breasts when you put them on display? They're always falling out of your blouse."
"Well, I thought you liked them.” She pouted, and her eyes became glassy with tears. She swiped at one that clung to her over-mascaraed lashes and pulled back a hand covered with wet, black makeup.
"What am I supposed to say?” A quagmire sucked at him, threatening to pull him under. “If someone were gay here, it might affect his career. But gay or straight, I wasn't coming on to you. I never flirted with you. We're friends, and that's it."
Angie's pout doubled, and she pulled back her shoulders and sucked in her stomach. “So you think I dress inappropriately? That I'm a big flirt?"
Well, yeah, but he was more diplomatic than her, so he wasn't sure how to put it. After some thought, he said slowly, “I think we all need to dress professionally at the office."
"Well, I never!” She leaped out of the chair so suddenly it crashed to the floor and left a dent in the wall. “Who do you think you are, sleeping around with men?"
His gut clenched, and he couldn't take any more. He rose to his feet and opened his door as his head pounded. “Please leave. This discussion's over."
"You want to know how I know?” Her voice became shrill, and he wished he hadn't opened the door yet. He went to close it, but she leaned against it, pushing it against his wall. “I followed Drew to your place. I saw the two of you right out in the open on your doorstep."
He didn't like what he heard one bit. He wondered if she were a stalker. “You were following him. Why?"
She veiled her eyes and looked everywhere but at him. Finally, in a small voice she said, “Because I thought he was acting strange. Because I have a thing for him."
Confusion broadsided him. “I thought you had a thing for me."
"Past tense for both of you now."
He hoped no one in the neighbouring offices could hear them, and he held out his hand for her to come back in. “Can we discuss this rationally?"
"Ha!” She looked like she wanted to spit in his face. “Like I have anything more to say to you."
"You're not going to tell anyone, are you?"
"I thought there was nothing to tell?” She scrunched up her nose. “So you are having a gay affair with him. I knew it."
Seething, scared for their jobs, Ryan wasn't sure what to do. He hated to tell Drew, but knowledge was power and maybe together they could think of a plan.
"You're entitled to your opinions. If you don't mind, I need to get back to work.” Like he'd be able to keep his mind on work after this.
When she marched out of the office, he slumped to his chair. “Merry Christmas to me. Right!"
After catching his breath, he closed his door again and called Drew. “Are you alone?” he asked when Drew picked up.
* * * *
Drew spluttered the coffee he'd just sipped all over his computer monitor. He plucked a tissue from its box to mop up the mess. “She said what?"
Drew couldn't believe his ears. Why of all people in the company did Angie have to figure it out? Why was she being this way? He'd never noticed a mean streak in her before. Flirty, yes. Strong willed, yes. Mean, no.
Yet he didn't doubt Ryan.
"Do you think it would help if I talked to her?” Drew asked as he rubbed his forehead. His mind was a jumble of questions, and his heart was a riot of emotions, few of them good.
"I don't know. She wasn't in a very good mood when she darted out of here. She doesn't want to talk to me, that's for sure."
"It's worth a try.” Drew wasn't sure what he'd say to her, or how he would calm her down.
"Do you think we should come clean with the boss? With the entire company?” Ryan's voice sounded unsure, and Drew longed to hold him against his heart and comfort him.
"I think we have to tell our bosses, but I'd rather the whole company doesn't know if we can help it. I'll find Chrissie and you speak to yours."
"Okay. Let me know how it goes. Good luck."
"Ba
ck atcha,” Drew said, trying to muster up his courage.
He rang off with Drew and strolled to Chrissie's office, not wishing to tackle such a delicate matter over the phone. He needed to read her expression as they spoke.
Luckily, he found her in and alone. He knocked on her open door and stuck in his head. “Can I speak to you in private for a few minutes?"
Chrissie nodded. “Come on in."
When he shut the door behind him, her brow tented and she pushed her chair up to the desk and folded her hands on top of it. “What's up?"
Drew's body quivered and the words he'd rehearsed no longer felt right. “There's something I haven't told you about me, about my personal life. It shouldn't—doesn't affect my job, so I didn't think I needed to tell you."
Chrissie doodled on her note pad as she watched him with a pleasant, non-committal expression. “So why are you telling me now? Is there a need for concern? Is there something I can help with?"
Warmth wrapped around his heart. He appreciated her concern. Still, he inhaled deeply and released a long sigh. He clasped his hands in his lap. “I'm gay."
He hadn't meant to blurt it out so bluntly, but he felt relieved it was out. A little bit anyway. His breathing uneven, his pulse erratic, he watched Chrissie closely. He didn't see any shift in the set of her mouth or the colour of her aqua eyes which gave him hope. He detected no censure, no disgust.
"Why are you telling me now?"
He saw the blur of his reflection on her brightly painted red nails, and he felt like that blur. He wished Angie hadn't butted in. But she had. “Because someone in the office has found out and may make it public. I thought you should know first. Is it a problem?” He held his breath.
Chrissie leaned closer and peered at him. “We have an anti-discrimination policy. Personally, there's a gay person in my family, so I'm okay with it. If that's all, it shouldn't be a problem. It's not affected your work to my knowledge. Is there more to it?"
He wished he could say no, but simultaneously, he wasn't ashamed of his feelings for Ryan, so he was a quandary. After a long pause, he admitted, “Yes. I'm in a relationship with another man who works for our company. Is that a problem? We were trying to keep it private, but this person found out."