Shelton in Love

by Dianne Hartsock

  Nevil pushed tighter against him as several more of their mutual friends joined them at the booth, calling cheerfully for drinks. Intensely conscious of his growing erection at Nevil's closeness, Shelton swallowed his drink down when it came. The liquid left a pleasant muddle in his head, stilling his panic as the heat from Nevil's body sent his pulse hammering.

  At one point Nevil leaned against his shoulder and loosened his tie, running his fingers up his neck to muss his hair. "Told you this would be fun," he teased and gave him a light kiss on the lips.

  What did he mean?

  Nevil swiveled back to their friends as if nothing extraordinary had happened, but Shelton was shaken to his patent leather shoes. God, he wished Nevil would take him home to his bed.

  Shelton sobered at the thought, his heart plummeting as he recalled the socks in Nevil's top drawer.

  So many colors.

  He couldn't compete with that. Wasn't sure he even wanted to.

  Nevil glanced at him and leaned closer to whisper, "What's the matter? I thought we were having fun."

  Shelton swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling like a fool. "We are. I'm sorry, I guess I'm tired."

  A frown crossed Nevil's face, but then he looked thoughtful. His mischievous smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "I'll take you home, love," he murmured, before raising his voice. "Excuse me, everyone. Shelton wants me to take him home."

  Amid the general laughter and the movement of bodies, Nevil slid off the end of the seat and held out his hand to Shelton, a challenge in his blue eyes.

  Ignoring the proffered limb, Shelton said good night to the others and struggled to his feet, the last drink having sent a pleasant tingle along his nerves. Nevil gave him a dazzling smile as he swayed slightly and the tremor turned to fire, igniting Shelton's blood. Nevil's gaze became smoldering and he put a hand on Shelton's elbow, guiding him quickly from the pub to his car.

  Shelton slid into the passenger seat while Nevil held the door, watching him as he settled in. Then suddenly Nevil bent down and kissed him full on the mouth, sending shocks of electricity straight through Shelton.

  Nevil lingered over the kiss, bringing a startled moan from Shelton as pleasure churned in the pit of his stomach, slipping down to his more intimate region. He couldn't get enough of Nevil's taste nor the way his tongue twined with his own, seeming to wrap around his soul.

  He was bereft when Nevil left him to circle the car to the driver's seat. Without a word, Nevil slipped the key in the ignition and started the engine. Shelton was acutely aware that his hand rested only inches from Nevil's thigh as he shifted gears, grinding a few in his hurry. They exchanged a grin and Shelton's pulse thundered in his ears. He was terrified suddenly, but he pushed it down. He had to trust someone again, sometime.

  Shelton's heart constricted at the thought. Frantic, he closed his mind to the possibility of rejection, wanting this night with Nevil, aching to have the gorgeous man in his arms, pushing into him. It would be worth any heartache that followed.

  Nevil parked the car in front of their apartment and shut off the motor. His beautiful eyes blazed as he gazed at Shelton, and Shelton could hardly breathe when Nevil touched his cheek. Nevil shifted on his seat and leaned over to claim Shelton's mouth again with his own.

  The kiss was different this time; it was urgent, demanding, drawing an instant response from Shelton's love-starved body. Nevil's tongue plundered the soft lining of his mouth, sliding in and out until Shelton's head was spinning with a nameless yearning. He slipped his own tongue between Nevil's lips and thrilled at his soft moan. The scent of Nevil's cologne became a pleasure in itself; somehow alluring, seductive, swamping his doubts in an overwhelming need.

  Nevil's kisses burned down his neck and Shelton leaned his head back to give him access as he deftly undid the buttons on his vest and the shirt beneath, spreading them open to expose his chest. Shelton's tie was still in place in stark contrast with his white skin. Stifling a decadent laugh in his throat, Nevil rubbed the silk over one of his nipples, sending a tingle of pleasure through him. Nevil quickly nipped the opposite bud and this time the current jolted straight to Shelton's groin, making him cry out in surprise. He was instantly aroused, his dick straining against the confining clothing holding him in.

  Nevil's lips teased at the hardened bud on his chest then returned to his mouth for another shattering kiss. "We should have done this ages ago," Nevil murmured appreciatively, slipping an arm around Shelton's waist to lift him closer.

  A horn blared and headlights swept through the windows, a car pulling out of the parking lot with a squeal of tires. Nevil loosened his hold, chuckling as he drew away from Shelton. "No one's done that to me since high school."

  Shelton stayed where he was, panting and slightly dazed. Nevil took his hand, kissing his fingertips. His eyes lingered on Shelton's heaving chest. "I could take you right here," he confessed, his voice unsteady. "But let's go inside. I need a little more privacy for what I have in mind."

  Shelton flushed, heat coursing through his whole body. Pulling his clothes together, he fumbled for the door handle, chilled as he stepped outside the car. Nevil came around the hood and took his hand, pulling him toward the apartment door.

  Nevil hardly waited until the door closed behind them before capturing Shelton's lips in a hungry kiss, flipping on a light before urging him back toward the couch against the wall. Once there, he stopped and carefully removed the coat from Shelton's shoulders, placing it over the back of a chair.

  "Can't have Tera angry with us," Shelton observed, though he didn't really care at the moment.

  "No indeed," Nevil teased and promptly pushed him onto the couch. He put his hands on Shelton's shoulders and gave him a lingering, drugging kiss that turned Shelton into jelly. Nevil's pliant lips traveled his jawline and down his neck, planting little kisses on their way to his chest.

  Nevil nudged Shelton's knees apart and knelt between them, his fingertips burning along Shelton's sides to play with the button of his slacks while he licked at Shelton's nipples. Shelton whimpered as the plucked nerves sent jolts of pleasure through his body to his balls and onto the tip of his growing dick. He ached to have Nevil's lips there sucking him.

  Nevil deftly unfastened his pants and panic crashed through Shelton. "Don't," he whispered, his stomach knotting as all his fears sprang into his head. He couldn't go through with it after all. He hadn't explained anything. He suddenly felt nauseated, his mind screaming as Nevil continued to pull at the zipper. "Please, don't."

  Chapter Three

  Nevil's eyes flashed up in surprise at his tone and Shelton covered his face, pain choking off his breath. Better to be lonely than risk Nevil's revulsion, though it hurt more than he had thought possible. Nevil gripped his wrist but Shelton wouldn't show his face. "What is it?" Nevil demanded.

  Shelton's sore heart was touched by his concern, but he could only shake his head, helpless to explain.

  "I know you want me," Nevil said, puzzled. He stroked Shelton's hard cock through his black briefs to prove it, making him shudder with need and leaving a longing for more. "Is there someone else?"

  Shelton found it impossible to answer him. Easier to let him have a peek. After jerking his head no, he leaned back on the cushions and tightly closed his eyes, granting Nevil permission to do as he liked.

  Nevil gave a bewildered mutter and nudged Shelton's butt off the couch so he could remove his briefs. Shelton heard Nevil's quickly drawn breath as he bit back an oath. The silence tortured him and he fumbled to cover himself. Nevil grabbed his wrists. "You were circumcised?"

  Shelton nodded once.

  "The butcher," Nevil bit out, fury underlining his words. "A doctor did this?"

  "When I was a baby. He was sued for malpractice soon afterwards for something else and lost his license, but it was too late... for me." He choked out the last words, wanting Nevil to know it wasn't his fault.

  "Do the scars hurt?"

  Shelton
made a soundless cry of pain at the question. He struggled when Nevil's arms went around him, scalding tears filling his eyes. Nevil kissed his eyes and cheeks and lips, murmuring endearments until he calmed.

  Nevil tipped his chin, making Shelton look him in the eyes. "Someone's hurt you because of this?" he asked, his tone demanding an answer.

  Shelton gnawed on his lips. He'd never told anyone about the agony he'd endured countless times.

  "My lovers never stay," he said, misery underlining his words. Humiliation returned full-force. "The last one laughed at me. He said I should sell tickets. People would pay to see—"

  Nevil stopped his words with a hard kiss. His lips softened into a caress. "Forget that bastard," he murmured in his ear. "When I asked if it hurt, I meant does it hurt you physically when you make love."

  Hot blood rushed to Shelton's face but he knew Nevil wouldn't let the question go. "It's been so long, I don't remember," he lied and pushed at Nevil, suddenly overwhelmingly tired. "Let me up."

  Nevil pinned his shoulders to the couch with his strong hands. "No," he said. He shifted suddenly and Shelton gasped in shock as he took his cock, scars and all, into his mouth.

  God! He'd never felt so... The sensation was...

  Shelton couldn't catch his breath from the waves of pleasure flooding his body, scalp and hands prickling as the pressure built deep inside him, straining toward his erection. Shelton's balls tightened as if all the pain and shame and loneliness of life gathered there. Unable to stop the orgasm, in one giant surge of ecstasy and anguish he came in Nevil's mouth, emptying out until only a pleasurable delight remained as Nevil continued to suckle on his softening dick.

  Reality struck Shelton and he groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes. He sank into the couch, wanting to melt away. He imagined the hours Nevil must spend with his lovers, and here he'd come after just a few licks of Nevil's tongue. He was a freak. God, he wanted to just not be there anymore.

  With a last kiss on his tip Nevil pulled Shelton's briefs back up around his hips. Shelton heard his sigh and wouldn't blame him if he left. He jumped a little when Nevil nudged his arm aside and cupped his cheek and brushed a tear off with his thumb.

  "My poor boy, don't be embarrassed." Nevil placed a soft kiss on his lips and stood up when Shelton remained silent. "You've had a hard evening. Come to bed."

  Shelton didn't resist when Nevil helped him to his feet. When they reached the hallway, he started for his room, but Nevil steered him determinedly toward his own bedroom and Shelton was too tired to argue. Once there, Nevil urged him under the covers, kissing his cheek as he burrowed into the pillows.

  "Sleep, love," he whispered gently. "We'll talk in the morning."

  Shelton didn't reply and heard Nevil sigh again. He lay still as Nevil rooted in his dresser for something, then he picked up his car keys.

  "I'll be back soon," Nevil said vaguely and stepped into the hallway. In a moment, Shelton heard the apartment door close and wrapped his arms around his chest, his heart aching as he wondered what color of socks Nevil had taken with him.

  He slept fitfully, listening for Nevil's return. After a rather unpleasant dream of being lost in a parking garage, unable to find his car, he awoke and squinted in the soft light from the lamp on the bedside table. Nevil was in his top drawer again. Catching his eye, Nevil gave the drawer a shove closed, looking dismayed, as if he hadn't wanted Shelton to see him in the bureau.

  "Good, you're awake," he said and climbed on the bed with Shelton. Nevil kissed him, sliding his hand down his chest and under the blankets to caress him through his briefs. Shelton's dick hardened at his sure touch, his heart pounding from Nevil's appreciative murmur as he continued to rub him through the soft cloth, sending currents of bliss through Shelton's body.

  Nevil pulled his polo shirt over his head, exposing his nicely toned chest dusted with dark hair. His tan glowed honey gold in the lamplight and Shelton raked an appreciatively gaze downwards to where the dark curls disappeared into his Dockers.

  Nevil undid the fly and inched his pants off his slim hips, exquisitely slow, building Shelton's desire until he feared he'd combust with the heat licking at his nerves. With a sudden tug Nevil was free, his erect cock and tight balls spilling into the light, perfectly molded, more beautiful than Shelton ever imagined.

  Nevil laughed slightly at his stare, his lips curling into a smile, and leaned over to kiss him. Shelton caught his wrist as Nevil reached for the dark briefs still hugging Shelton's body.

  "We can turn the light off," he offered, wanting to spare Nevil another glimpse.

  "Like hell." Nevil deftly slipped the encumbering garment off Shelton's hips, down his legs, and tossed them across the room. To his chagrin, Nevil then gathered Shelton in his arms and proceeded to give him soft kisses. His touch was achingly gentle as he stroked his back and arms, his fingers feather-soft on his skin.

  Shelton wanted to scream, needing so much more. Made desperate by Nevil's careful touch, he rolled suddenly and pinned Nevil under him, cursing in his frustration. "I won't break, goddammit!"

  Nevil grinned at him. "There you are, love. I wondered what it would take to rouse that delicious passion I see in your eyes when you're angry."

  "I'll show you passion," Shelton murmured before clamping his lips on Nevil's, quickly drowning in his delicious taste. God, he wanted this. Nevil moved sinuously against him, his delight in Shelton's body obvious. Nevil drew his knee up between Shelton's legs and Shelton groaned as he was pressed against his thigh. The friction as he rubbed his dick against Nevil sent torrents of pleasure through him that caused sparks behind his eyes.

  Shelton remembered to breathe and met Nevil's twinkling eyes. "Don't pass out on me," Nevil teased, nuzzling his throat. "We've hardly begun."

  Stretching his body in delight, Shelton gave himself over to Nevil's skillful lips, tongue, and fingers. He was brought again and again to the brink of release only to have Nevil ease off until he could think straight again.

  In one moment of blissful delirium, he took Nevil's gorgeous dick in his mouth, experimenting with his tongue over the rigid shaft, nibbling and licking the dripping tip. He'd forgotten it could be so mind-blowing to suck on another man's arousal. Nevil's shout of pleasure as Shelton kissed and suckled one of Nevil's balls almost made him come.

  Nevil sat up, pushing him away. "You have to stop or I'll lose it right now," he panted, squeezing his shaft at the base.

  "Would that be so bad?"

  "No. Maybe..." Nevil rubbed a hand over his sweating forehead. "God, Shelton, you have me so dizzy I can't think. Maybe you should get inside me now."

  Emotion overwhelmed Shelton, aroused and trying not to make a fool of himself by blurting out how he really felt about Nevil. How he loved him.

  Seeing his panic, Nevil kissed him, fondness warming his eyes. "Just lie on your back and let me take care of you."

  Shelton settled on the sheets and stared at the pool of light on the ceiling, his chest heaving. He never knew Nevil could be so kind. His desire for Nevil poured from Shelton's heart and flooded his body. He trembled, knowing he would soon be inside Nevil and closer than he'd been to anyone in his life, though he'd had sex before.

  Nevil leaned across the bed to get something from the side-table drawer and then straddled his legs. Shelton had never felt so exposed, the ugly head of his erection standing between them. He gasped in disbelief, thrilling as Nevil purposely kissed the glistening tip with its irregular patches of dark skin and ragged scar tissue.

  With a final lick, Nevil sat up and squeezed lube onto his fingers, giving Shelton a lurid wink as he reached back and wiggled a finger into his ass. Shelton moaned with him, heat and lust rushing through him as Nevil stretched himself open. Nevil's lips parted in a soft gasp and Shelton had never seen anything more lovely than Nevil's face flushed with pleasure. Nevil bent down and brushed his lips over Shelton's. "Want to help me?"

  "God, yes."

  A smile spread across
Nevil's face and he tossed Shelton the bottle of lubricant with his free hand. Shelton fumbled with the cap, spilling more on his chest than he got on his fingers. Nevil's warm chuckle thrummed along his sensitized nerves and Shelton held his gaze while he ran his fingers down Nevil's back and lower, traveling the crack of his ass. Nevil's lids fluttered and closed, a choked cry escaping him when Shelton's hand found his and Shelton slid a finger into him. God! Shelton couldn't wait to have that tight heat gripping his dick.

  Nevil wriggled as the fingers worked inside him with small sounds of pleasure escaping him. "Another one," he gasped and Shelton widened his eyes. Nevil laughed, sounding breathless. "You're larger than three fingers," he assured Shelton. Shelton snorted, though he was absurdly pleased with the avowal.

  It was a tight fit to squeeze another finger into Nevil's body, his dick growing painfully hard as he imagined all that warmth surrounding him. Unable to help himself, he ran a finger of his free hand up Nevil's cock, gathered the drop of precum on the head, and brought it to his mouth. Nevil's taste burst on his tongue and he groaned.

  Nevil pulled off his fingers, resting his sweaty forehead against Shelton's. "Enough. Need you inside me," he murmured and kissed him. He moved down Shelton's body to sit on his thighs again. Opening a foiled package, he proceeded to roll the condom down Shelton's hard dick, driving him wild as he massaged his balls before adding the lubricant. "Ready?" he asked as he positioned his butt to take Shelton in. Without giving him a chance to answer, he pushed down.

  So tight! But then he was past the initial resistance and could thrust up into Nevil. His triumphant cry rang with Nevil's shout of quick discomfort and absolute bliss. When Nevil regained his breath, he rocked forward, pulling himself to the tip of Shelton's cock then plunging down again, beginning a rhythm that drove Shelton senseless with pleasure.

  "God, Nevil. I don't... I can't... stop..." He gasped, unable to halt the climax building inside him.