by AJ Hardcourt
Ian’s arms dropped to his side, and his body went slack. “Holy shit.”
Nick pulled his lips along the length of Ian’s cock, sucking the head before he release him and sat back on his haunches. “I guess we’re staying in.” He smiled and unsnapped his boot.
Ian chuckled and combed his fingers through Nick’s bangs. His straight hair flopped back across his face. “Yeah, we’re staying in.”
Ian bent over, released the bindings on his boots, and yanked them off. He kicked off his pants, thermal base layer, then stood before Nick, naked and smiling.
Nick tugged off his boots and took off his shirt, but he didn’t take off his pants. “What are you grinning about?”
“Wondering what you’re waiting for?” He pointed at Ian’s pants, indicating he wanted them gone.
“I like to take things slow.” Nick popped the snap. “Savor the anticipation.”
Ian snorted. Grabbing Nick by the waistband, he pulled him close. “And I like to go fast. The speed, the rush.”
Nick grinned as Ian lowered the zipper. “Are you talking about shredding the slope…or sex?”
“Slow is for pussies.”
“I wouldn’t know about pussies.”
“I’m only interested in fast now…with you.” Ian slid a hand into Nick’s pants. “No fear.” He wound his fingers around Nick’s cock. His calloused touch sent a shiver over Nick. His dick jumped and Ian squeezed him harder. “I’ve never touched a dick other than my own. So did you think I only wanted you to touch me?”
“I don’t know what to think.” He wasn’t sure he was thinking at all. All Nick could do was feel…feel Ian’s firm grip stroking his cock. “You only love women.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” Ian kissed him, parting his lips and penetrating his mouth in a passionate mating. Tongue sought tongue. Ian rained hot kisses long Nick’s jaw, then slid lower as he lightly sucked Nick’s neck. His grip on Nick’s cock gentled. His other hand rested on Nick’s waist, holding him as a lover.
“Not here.” Nick took a step backward…then another. “Bed.” Something more than lust burned in Nick’s gut. Intense heat simmered in Ian’s eyes. His hungry gaze rivaled the emotions surging within Nick. His heart thundered. Trembling started in his fingers and clamored up his arms and though his body.
“Wait.” Ian picked up his pants, unzipped one of the pockets and pulled out a fistful of condoms and a small bottle of lubricant.
Nick laughed as they crossed the room and entered the suite’s bedroom. A large bed dominated the room. Off to the left, sliding doors opened to an enclosed sunroom with a Jacuzzi tub big enough for at least four people.
Ian tossed the condoms and lubricant onto the fluffy white down comforter. “I wasn’t going to be unprepared when the day came that I finally had the chance to get you into bed.”
“So you’ve been expecting this?” Nick closed the space between them.
Ian shoved Nick’s pants down his hips. “More like wishing for this. I’d pretty much assumed you weren’t interested. Aren’t gay men supposed to have gaydar?”
“Sorry, your girlfriends were keeping the gaydar from recognizing the signs.” Nick stepped out of pants and pushed Ian to the bed. Ian widened his thighs and Nick stood between them. A shudder rippled over Nick as Ian ran his fingers over Nick’s hips, flanks and around to his ass.
“You’re saying I need to work on my technique?” Ian smoothed a palm over Nick’s chest, rubbing his pectorals.
Nick’s nipples tightened and his abdominals clenched. “No,” Nick said and groaned. “Your technique is great.” And Nick’s body was on fire. His cock, a breath away from Ian’s mouth stretched, creaming at the tip.
“Good,” Ian whispered then kissed Nick’s stomach. Soft kisses rained over his groin. Nick needed more. He needed Ian’s mouth on his dick. He fisted the base, and staring down at Ian, painted Ian’s lips and chin with glistening fluid.
Ian’s eyes widened.
Nick pressed his thumb to the head, smearing the cream. Ian closed his hand around Nick’s fist, opened his mouth and his eyes slid closed. He licked the cream from Nick’s thumb. It was enough.
White-hot need scorched through Nick. He pushed Ian to his back and followed him down. Braced on outstretched arms, cocks sparring, he kissed Ian again—with more passion, more intense need—with intent.
Ian’s hands skimmed over Nick’s taut buttocks, into the dip of his lower back and along his waist to his ribs. And Nick continued to kiss him. Mouth, jaw, neck then mouth again.
“Nick.” Ian braced his palms on Nick’s chest and gasped for breath.
Nick eased off and Ian scooted higher on the bed. Nick climbed on and sat beside him. Ian was an athlete. Long muscles sculpted his powerful thighs. Calves were carved from granite and there wasn’t a pinch of fat on his grooved abdominals. A hard muscle cut into his groin, directing Nick’s gaze to Ian’s thick heavy cock resting against his stomach. Nick’s ass clenched, knowing Ian was about to drill into him.
Nick grabbed one of the condoms. He leaned over Ian and kissed him softly. He transferred the condom to Ian’s palm. “Are you ready to fuck me?”
Ian’s breath hitched and he stilled. “Fuck you?”
A quiet moment passed between them. Nick’s heart lurched and his stomach rolled. This was his fear, that Ian would change his mind. Nick leaned up on his elbow. “It’s okay.” But his mind was spinning. It wasn’t okay. Tension thickened the air. Blood rushed through his head, and he fought against the ache and heat in his dick. “We can stop.” Nick sat up.
Ian grasped his arm. “What?” He tugged Nick back to the bed. “No, don’t fucking pull away from me.”
Pulling away was better than falling hard for a man he couldn’t have. Lying on his back, Nick closed his eyes rather than look into Ian’s face.
“You don’t understand.” Ian’s mouth closed over Nick’s nipple. He licked and sucked his way to the other. He lifted and stroked Nick’s cock. Nick focused on the subtle sounds in the room. The hum of the furnace, the rhythm of Ian’s breathing, and the whispering wind outside the giant windows.
A tight ring capped the head of Nick’s dick. “Ian—”
“Don’t ask me if I’m sure.”
Nick opened his eyes.
Ian held Nick’s cock in a firm grip and rolled the rubber down the length. “I know what I want.” His lashes lowered, hiding his eyes from Nick. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Oh hell. Ian—”
“Please.”
Not that he didn’t want to, he just never expected Ian to bottom. Pressure weighed on Nick’s chest. He’d been so concerned about falling for Ian, he hadn’t really thought about what Ian must be feeling. “Roll over,” Nick said. “Onto your hands and knees.”
Ian nodded. He took position, but his muscles bunched and his body was rigid. “Shh,” Nick whispered, kneeling behind Ian. “Trust me.” He ran his hand over the curve of Ian’s ass. Smooth and hard. Ian lowered his head, braced on his arms and his back formed a slight arch.
Nick massaged Ian’s buttocks as he kissed his back, over to his hips and gently nipped his cheek. Then he hesitantly tasted the puckered flesh of Ian’s entrance.
Ian sucked in a sharp breath.
“Relax. It’ll feel good. I promise.” Nick firmly gripped Ian’s hips, buried his face in Ian’s ass, and licked the hot flesh around his asshole.
“Oh, fuck.” Ian bent his arms and dropped his forehead to the mattress.
Tense muscles softened as Nick lashed at Ian’s ass, swirling his tongue around the entrance then poking in. Each gasp for breath, every little sound from Ian had Nick’s cock flexing and aching. But this was Ian’s first time with a man and sex wouldn’t hurt, not for Ian.
Ian reached between his legs and jerked his cock with short choppy tugs. “I don’t want to come, but fuck that feels good.” He backed into Nick’s face as he rocked on his knees.
Nick sat on his haunches and
wiped saliva from his mouth with the back of his hand. “Grab a pillow and lay on your back.”
Ian pulled down the covers and handed a pillow to Nick.
“Lift up.” Nick tucked the pillow under Ian’s hips. “If it doesn’t feel good, we stop.”
“I feel amazing every time you touch me.” Ian placed another pillow under his head.
Nick smiled. “Then just wait.” Nick’s hands shook as he grabbed the lube.
Ian lifted his legs, rolled his hips, and held his thighs in his hands. “I’m done waiting.”
Nick clenched his teeth and focused on Ian’s pleasure. Either that or blow his load before he ever got his dick into Ian. He drizzled clear gel over his fingers and onto Ian’s hole. “If my cock is the first—”
“First and only cock I want in my ass.”
“Good, and having my cock in your ass is going to feel so intense, you’re going to want me to fuck you again.” And again. And again. Nick circled the pucker, working the lube in and around this opening. Ian’s body tightened. Then with a heavy sigh, he relaxed. “That’s it, let me in.” With gentle pressure, Nick probed deep, twisting and turning his finger. Using more gel, he inserted a second, smearing lubrication along the inner tissues. Wetter, hotter. Then he poured gel in his palm and coated his shaft until lubricant dripped onto his balls.
Aligning the tip of his cock with the moist pink opening, Nick slowly pushed the flared head of his dick into Ian. Ian’s rim tightened, squeezing Nick in erotic promise. God, but he wanted in, wanted deep, wanted to pound the fuck out of Ian’s hole. And he would. Patience. Hold on and don’t lose control. He eased in, barely breaching the opening then eased back out. Slowly pushing forward, waiting for the muscles to relax and let him in.
“Shit, you’re a lot bigger than the plug I’ve been practicing with.” Ian fisted the blankets and bore down. Nick grasped onto Ian’s thighs and watched his cock begin the decadent slide into Ian’s rectum. Tissues melted around Nick’s shaft, and he surged deep.
Nick sighed, finally filling Ian, feeling hot silk gloving his cock. “So how long have you been practicing?” Nick glided out of Ian’s slippery passage and thrust in again. Slow and measured strokes, relishing every sensation.
A guttural moan ripped from Ian and he thrashed on the pillow. “A long time, Nick. Longer than I was fucking ready to admit.” He gritted the words out, and his lips pulled back in a snarl. “But holy shit, this is different. More…give me more.”
He was the most masculine thing Nick had ever seen. Eyes bright, panting through each plunge of Nick’s cock, yet rolling his hips to take more dick, to drive Nick deeper.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Each expletive from Ian, forced out on a grunt, spurred Nick to piston harder, to give Ian the most incredible of first fucks. Ian growled and grabbed his dick. He squeezed and stroked.
“Don’t hold back.” Because Nick wasn’t going to last long. He felt too good, his dick encased in slippery heat. The erotic friction of screwing his cock in and out of Ian’s firm ass and the wet sounds of their bodies coming together drove him to the edge. He was close. Cum churned in his balls as they slapped against Ian, sending shards of pleasure ripping up his spine.
“Shit.” Ian’s face twisting in pleasure and his torso contracted. He came in hard convulsing spurts. Cream splashed his stomach.
Too much visual and sexual stimulation. Nick slammed home and erupted. Buried full hilt, he ceased pumping and ground his groin firmly against Ian’s ass. He felt each hot jet into the latex sleeve, unwilling to pull out of Ian until the final pulse ebbed. Then he slowly eased back until he slipped from Ian’s warmth. As he left the bed, he stripped off the condom and tossed it into the garbage.
Ian folded an arm over his eyes, and with his knees bent, braced his feet on the bed. Nick paused, his heartbeat at a gallop. Chills broke along his skin and his mind numbed. He couldn’t pinpoint when it had happened—long before today—he’d fallen in love with Ian.
After this, for Nick, their friendship—their relationship—was all or nothing because Nick was invested.
“Stop staring and come to bed.” Ian shifted and shimmied beneath the covers.
Nick slid in beside him, lying on his back and tucked the blanket over them. Ian immediately settled in next to Nick and draped an arm over him.
“I would have figured you as the type to fuck and fall asleep.” Nick traced the soft hairs on Ian’s forearms.
Ian yawned. “I am. Shhh. Sleep.”
Nick laughed and closed his eyes.
* * * * *
Nick opened his eyes. A wave of panic washed over him. For the span of a heartbeat, he’d forgotten where he was. The room was black, and the bed was comfortable. Pillows cradled his head…and a warm body shifted beside him. Long, strong fingers roamed over his chest, along his abdomen and down to his groin. His cock stirred.
“I’d say good morning,” Ian said, “But I don’t know what time it is.”
“Time?” Nick launched up and glanced at the glowing clock numbers. 4:12. Shit. He fell back to the bed. “I’m so screwed.”
“That doesn’t sound like an invitation.” Ian stretched and propped up on the pillows.
“Work, status report, meeting, job. All of which slipped my mind once we stepped into this room.”
“Oh fuck, Nick.” Ian scrambled up. “Hurry. We’ll get dressed and get down the canyon—”
“No.” He grabbed Ian. “I won’t get the report done. My job makes theirs easier, but I’m certainly not indispensable.” He laughed. “That’s why they’ll let me go.”
“Damn, if I’d known ripping some flake was going to get you fired, I’d have shredded down the hill in my backyard.”
Nick leaned over Ian, shifting between his thighs and pinning him to the bed. “And miss all this?” Nick kissed him, rubbed against him, trapping their cocks between their heated bodies.
“Yeah, there is this.” Ian gripped Nick’s ass, holding him.
“This is where I really want to be.” Nick brushed another kiss to Ian’s lips. “With you.” Ian, his best friend, the man he’d been afraid to fall in love with, was in his arms.
“I’m ready.” Ian smiled and wrapped his arms around Nick. “Ready for us, ready to accept that I’m in love with a man. I want to be with you, too.”
“Good to know.” Nick kissed Ian again. A long, wet tangling of tongues followed by simple brush of lips. “Because about those lessons…” For Nick, nothing ever worked out the way he planned. This time it was better.
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Rob laughed. “So you want to hook me up?” What in the hell was he doing? Sweat trickled along Rob’s back and his nuts were pulsing beneath his swelling erection. Jude had changed from twink to hot college grad and Rob was more interested than he should be on just what Jude’s education included.
Damn, he did know. He’d been dancing around an unwelcomed attraction. Karen had noticed Jude’s crush a few years ago. Rob hadn’t been concerned. Jude was just discovering and accepting his sexuality. Naturally, he’d gravitate toward a man secure in his orientation. Hell, Rob sort of got off on Jude. The kid had been Rob’s shadow from the day he came out to Karen until he’d left for the university.