by Megan Slayer
“Neither is mine.” He scraped his teeth along the side of Remy’s neck. “You taste as good as you look.”
He paused. I look good? “Nah.” He knew better. “I’m no one special.”
“Right.” Bobby groaned. “Don’t want to fuck in the car.”
“Me neither.” He managed to turn around in Bobby’s embrace. “Then let’s go to my apartment.”
“I’ll follow you.” Bobby let go of Remy long enough to grasp his hand, then made his way across the lot to the cars. “Where am I going?”
“The Deer Crossing apartments. I’m in the strip of apartments facing away from the road.” He stopped at his car. “This is mine.”
“Nice.” Fire lit in Bobby’s eyes. He pinned Remy to the back bumper of the vehicle and mashed his mouth down on Remy’s. When Remy gasped, Bobby swallowed the sound.
Remy draped his arms around Bobby’s neck. Things had moved rather fast, but he didn’t regret a moment. He preferred men with the in-charge look like Bobby wore, and he couldn’t wait to get to the apartment. Hell, he couldn’t believe a handsome man like Bobby was even there with him, much less kissing him in public.
Bobby broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Remy’s. “You’re deep in thought. Either I’m a shitty kisser or I’m not keeping your attention.”
“You’re all I’m thinking about,” he confessed. “I’m not sure why you picked me, but I love it.”
“You’re hard on yourself.” Bobby released his grasp on Remy. “You should stop. You’re creasing your brow too much.”
He rubbed the patch of skin between his eyebrows. Sure enough, he’d etched worry lines there. “Sorry.”
“Take me home, handsome.” Bobby swatted Remy’s hip, then started away. “I’m following you.”
“Good deal.” He managed to climb behind the wheel of his car but didn’t turn on the engine right away. He needed another moment to think. Bobby, the man he’d fantasized about, was following him home. Fucking hell yeah. He backed out of the parking spot and headed out. He glanced in his mirror. Sure enough, Bobby, in a black sedan, was behind him. His hands shook as he drove the eight blocks to his apartment complex. He stopped in his space, then waited for Bobby to park.
“I looked at these apartments, but there wasn’t one available.” Bobby joined Remy by his car. “Nice, though.” He slipped his hand into Remy’s pocket. “What’s this?” He pulled out the notebook.
“I’m a journalist.” He reached for the notebook but didn’t fight Bobby. “I write for The Cedarwood Tribune . I’m supposed to do a piece on the festival, along with a few softball games and other sports.”
“You’re into sports?” Bobby handed over the notebook.
“Not really, but it meant keeping my job, so I’m sucking it up.”
“I like suck-ups.” Bobby dropped his voice an octave. “Do you?”
“Uh-huh.” He nodded to the path. “I’m up here.” He started away from the lot, but Bobby grabbed his hand.
“I like to walk with my date.” Bobby threw his arm around Remy’s shoulders again. “I’m a touchy kind of guy.”
His date…wowza . Remy unlocked the door and allowed Bobby entry. He flipped on the lights. “It’s not much, but it’s home.”
Bobby closed the door, then pinned Remy against the chilly metal. “I need this. Need you.”
“Yeah.” He mashed his mouth down on Bobby’s and groaned. He couldn’t get his hands beneath Bobby’s shirt fast enough. He tugged the button-down free of Bobby’s jeans, then caressed the smooth skin. Holy fuck, Bobby was ripped. All muscle, as advertised in the tight T-shirt.
Bobby broke the kiss first and growled. “Like that?” He shrugged out of his shirt and popped the button on Remy’s jeans. “I’m loving this.” He freed Remy’s dick from his underwear. “Take them off.”
Remy couldn’t reply. The words weren’t there, no matter how hard he tried, but he did yank his shirt up over his head. He braced his shoulders against the door and focused on breathing. Each time Bobby kissed him or tugged on his cock, Remy’s brain misfired. Fire licked him from within. He smoothed his hands over Bobby’s chest. He liked hairless men, and Bobby didn’t disappoint. He plucked Bobby’s nipple.
“Fuck, yeah.” Bobby yanked at his belt and unbuckled, then shoved his jeans down around his thighs. He took his dick and Remy’s in his hand.
Remy stared into Bobby’s eyes. For a split second, the world seemed to fade away around them. The only thing that mattered was what Bobby did to his cock.
Bobby stroked both shafts and rested his forehead on Remy’s. He brushed his lips across Remy’s mouth.
Heat sailed through Remy’s body. He rocked his hips, thrusting his cock into Bobby’s hand. He loved the way Bobby’s dick felt against his own. His breath wrenched from his body and his nerve endings tingled. He stared at the amber and mocha flecks in Bobby’s eyes. A man could get lost in those.
Bobby bit Remy’s bottom lip. “Fuck, I’m close.” He kissed Remy again and bumped noses with him. Their teeth clashed a couple of times, and Bobby swallowed Remy’s groan.
The taste of Bobby’s kiss—cola and mint—along with the scent of him curled around Remy. He liked the scrape of Bobby’s five o’clock shadow on his cheeks and the feel of his strong hand around his dick. Even Bobby’s moans pleased him. He wanted to drop to his knees and suck Bobby clean.
He broke away from Bobby long enough to grunt. The orgasm washed over him faster than he’d expected. He sagged against the door as a ribbon of cum streaked onto his lower belly.
“Came ahead of me.” Bobby smiled and gripped their dicks tight. “I like it.”
He likes a lot of things, doesn’t he? Remy fought to catch his breath. His knees were weak.
“Fucking balls.” Bobby closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He shivered and shoved his hips forward. His cum splattered onto Remy’s belly as well as his own. He bridged the gap between them and smeared the sticky mess. He pinned Remy to the door again and panted.
“You sure know how to break the ice,” Remy said. He winced. God. He wasn’t good at post-sex conversation. He paused. This wasn’t exactly sex, but ‘post-masturbation discussion’ sounded silly.
“I’ve been dying to do that since I saw you in those shorts.” Bobby nipped Remy’s bottom lip. “Either you’re thinking really hard and I suck at jerking you off, or I’ve completely blown your mind. Which is it?”
“Me overthinking.” He couldn’t lie. “I never know what to say. Not after…this.”
Bobby smiled and braced his hand on the door. “Do you have a roommate?”
“No.”
“Are you expecting someone to come by?” Bobby asked.
“No. My best friend is probably asleep by now.” But if Julia knew he’d brought Bobby home, she’d be cheering. “There won’t be any interruptions.”
Bobby rubbed his nose along Remy’s. “Then how about you ask me to stay tonight?”
Yeah, he should do that…once he found his voice. Remy blew out a long breath and summoned his courage. He could do this. If Bobby wanted to sleep over, then he wasn’t about to tell him to go home. “Would you like to stay over?”
Chapter Three
Bobby kissed the corner of Remy’s mouth. He admired the shy man and liked how he’d been able to reduce him to speechlessness. He had nowhere to go and wanted to be with Remy instead of just playing with Remy’s dick.
“I’d love to stay,” Bobby said. “Could use a towel too.” He pulled away from Remy. He’d smeared their cum all over his stomach. Having a lover’s jizz on his body wasn’t awful, but he hated the stickiness as it started to dry.
“Let me get…” Remy managed to stand and pushed off the door. He kept his jeans low on his hips.
Bobby admired Remy’s body and the way he worked the low-slung denim. Damn. He followed Remy to the bathroom and waited in the doorway. He’d expected Remy to be a neat freak and wasn’t disappointed. The bathroom looked lived-
in, but everything had a place and nothing was out of order. Remy wetted a washcloth.
“Want to watch a movie or something?” Remy asked. “I’ll need some recovery time before we can have round two.”
He needed a few minutes as well. “Sure. I’m game.”
Remy wiped the cooling jizz from Bobby’s stomach. “I don’t have many movies. There’s one with a hot tub.” He shrugged. “It’s a porno and there’s no plot.”
“So?” He didn’t care if they watched something or cuddled together and talked. This was one of the few chances he allowed himself for nights like this and he didn’t want it to end.
“My television is in the bedroom.” Remy cleaned his belly. “Through there.”
Bobby leaned against the sink and took the cloth from Remy. “Strip.”
Remy’s eyes flashed, but he did as he was told. He shoved the jeans down to his ankles and kicked out of his shoes. He hopped twice as he untangled the denim from his legs.
“Nice.” Bobby grabbed Remy’s hand and swept his gaze over Remy’s nude body. He’d expected Remy to be tatted somewhere or pierced. He wasn’t sure why—maybe because Remy gave off an I’ve-got-a-secret vibe. He had nothing but sexy smooth skin and muscle. He nudged Remy into the bedroom.
Without saying a word, Remy crawled onto the mattress. He wagged his ass at Bobby and dug through something on the other side of the bed. “Give me a minute and I’ll find the movie.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He moved the blankets. “Stretch out with me.”
“Huh?” Remy faced him. His eyes widened, but he didn’t speak.
“I want to get to know you.” He settled under the covers and patted the mattress. “How have I not met you until tonight?”
Remy shrugged and scooted under the blankets. “I’m shy?”
“Are you?” He tangled his legs with Remy’s and draped his arm across Remy’s stomach. He preferred to take charge during sex, but his dominant streak receded afterward.
“Yeah.” Remy rolled onto his side to face Bobby. “You have no idea how much courage it took just to go across the lawn to say hi. I saw you with Colin and Jordan and lost my nerve.”
“They’re harmless.” He grinned and moved his hand to Remy’s chest. Remy’s pulse thrummed under his fingertips. He liked the closeness they’d created already. He wasn’t sure he was ready to disclose his entire life story to Remy, but he wanted to go on an actual date with him.
“Maybe, but I’m leery around Jordan.” Remy tensed. “We don’t get along and haven’t as long as I can remember.” His eyes widened again and he sighed. “Sorry. We didn’t grow up together, but I spent summers at my grandparents’ house. His grandparents lived next door, and they liked to get us kids together in order to stay out of their collective hair.”
“What’s there to be sorry about? I get it. Jordan can be hard to take. He’s not my favorite person, but then I’m not dating him, so it doesn’t matter.” He remembered plenty of incidents with Jordan before they’d left school. He hadn’t been the most athletic young man, and Jordan had always seemed to be close by when he tripped or fumbled. The only reason he talked to Jordan was because he’d hooked up with Colin.
“It’s not cool to insult someone’s friends.” Remy half-smiled, but the light didn’t reach his eyes.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“I will. I’ve had my fair share of crap in this town. It’s best to be careful.” Remy laced his fingers with Bobby’s. “That Coalition. They want to run everyone out of town.”
“Oh, I don’t know.” He’d received the letter, but otherwise the group hadn’t bothered him. “Have they done something to you?”
Remy paused. “I write for the paper. I cover entertainment and sports. When some of the parents see me coming, they avoid me. I’m there to write a story about the game, match or whatever, but all they see is a gay man who used to go around town with his boyfriend.”
“Well, you are.” But he understood. He’d dealt with people disliking his sexual orientation. “Not everyone in Cedarwood hates gay people. I’ve got friends who don’t care what we do.”
“Huh.” Remy snuggled up to Bobby. He laughed and finally offered a real smile. “I thought I was bad at post-sex conversation. This is the strangest discussion I’ve ever had in the nude.”
Remy might not have a good handle on conversation, but damn, he was cute. Bobby had shoved aside his normal reservations about potential lovers when he’d first clapped eyes on Remy. He wanted him so much.
“You haven’t mentioned an ex or called me by his name, so it’s fine.” He snorted. The last time he’d slept with Terry, the man had shouted out his other boyfriend’s name. The pain of knowing Terry had cheated and was ready to move on had damn near killed him.
“I won’t.” Remy kissed Bobby. “I don’t understand why you came home with me, though. You’re so handsome. I’m boring compared to you.”
Bobby bit back a sigh. He’d have to work with Remy if they were going to have a relationship beyond tonight. “What happened? Who fucked with your head instead of your ass?”
Remy stared at him. “It’s that obvious?”
“Uh-huh.” He curled his fingers under Remy’s chin. “Someone fucked with your confidence.” He wasn’t wild about playing the role of therapist for Remy, but the guy had to get whatever he’d bottled up out of his system. “Tell me. You’ll burst if you don’t.”
“You’ll laugh.” Remy flattened his palm on Bobby’s chest. “I was fat. Sounds silly when I say it out loud, but that’s what I can’t quite get past.”
“We’ve all got issues with ourselves. I’m only thirty-four and going gray.” He’d considered coloring his hair plenty of times but had never committed. He rubbed his semi-hard dick against Remy’s hip. “Don’t let it bother you.”
“Easy for you to say.” Remy curled his fingers around Bobby’s dick. “It’s funny. I don’t tell many people about my hang-ups. You make talking easy.”
“I like listening.” He patted Remy’s ass. “I like fucking too.”
Remy closed his eyes and moaned. “I do too.” He draped his arm around Bobby’s neck and brought him close for a kiss. “I’m scared this will all be a dream.”
So was he. Bobby feathered his mouth over Remy’s and savored Remy’s taste. He wasn’t sure how long things would go on with him. For all he knew, this night was it.
“Fuck me.” Remy opened his eyes. “Hard. Fast.”
“Wow. I didn’t think you had a dominant bone in your body.” Bobby ground his cock into Remy’s groin. He knew how to take control, even if Remy didn’t. “Roll over.”
“Yes.” Remy flopped onto his belly and dug through the nightstand. He offered up a bottle of lube and a condom. “Ready?”
“You sound so sure of yourself.” Bobby draped his leg over Remy’s. “Do you want me?”
“More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
“Then relax.” He held the lube and condom in one hand, then situated his knee between Remy’s legs. He kissed his way along Remy’s spine and slid his fingers over Remy’s hole.
“Oh fuck.” Remy balled his fist. “I just came and I’m ready to go again.”
“Bet you are.” Bobby grinned. He licked and nipped Remy’s shoulder blades. The man tasted as good as he looked. He squirted lube onto his fingers, then teased Remy’s hole.
“God. Put it in.” Remy arched his back, offering up his ass. “Please?”
“Relax. If I go too fast, I’ll hurt you, and I’m not into that shit.” He eased his middle finger into Remy’s ass and twisted. When Remy groaned, he pulled out then pushed back in again.
Remy bore down on him and sighed. “Damn.”
“You’ve got a nice ass.” He kissed Remy’s back and raked his teeth over Remy’s skin. “Hot and tight.” Holy fuck, the man’s snug. “Relax.”
“Can’t. I want you in me.” Remy arched his back even more. “Need you.”
“I will.” H
e couldn’t hold back much longer. The way Remy pleaded got to him. He liked the need tinging Remy’s voice. He ripped the condom wrapper with his teeth. Not great for his smile, but he wasn’t worried about his dental health. He smoothed the rubber down his erection, then dumped lube onto his hand. He eased his finger from Remy’s body and stroked himself. He straddled Remy’s legs and rubbed the head of his cock along the seam of Remy’s ass.
“Do it.” Remy groaned. He grabbed his butt cheeks. “Please?”
The man knew what he wanted. Bobby moved with care, despite every cell in his body urging him to rush. He couldn’t wait to be balls-deep in Remy, but he needed to go slow. Inch by inch, he slid into Remy’s body.
“Jesus,” Bobby growled. “You’re so tense.”
“I’m on the edge.”
Bobby grasped Remy’s hips and built a steady rhythm. As Remy relaxed, Bobby thrust harder into him. He let go of Remy’s hips and threaded his fingers into Remy’s hair. He palmed the back of Remy’s head.
“Fuck.” Remy bucked against Bobby, shoving him deeper into Remy’s hole. “Faster.”
The man was demanding, too. Bobby braced his knees. He slid in and out of Remy, loving the feel of him surrounding him. He gasped and shook his head. A bead of sweat slid down his temple. He gritted his teeth as the orgasm welled within him. His restraint held by a tiny thread, and one more moan from Remy would be all he needed for it to break.
“Bobby,” Remy panted. “God, yeah.” He bucked into Bobby, meeting him thrust for thrust. A rumble escaped his chest.
Bobby tipped his head back and growled again. He couldn’t hold back the climax. Not any longer. He slammed his cock deep into Remy and shuddered. He filled the condom as Remy shivered beneath him.
“Jesus God.” Remy opened his eyes and sagged on the bed. “You know how to wear a guy out too.”
Bobby added a couple of extra, slower pushes into Remy as the orgasm flowed over him. He doubted his knees would hold him up much longer. But Remy had been good. He’d been worth the second look at the park.
Bobby eased out of Remy’s ass and left the bed long enough to ditch the condom. When he returned to the bedroom, Remy hadn’t moved, but he did smile.