Nevil pushed Shelton's back on the dryer, continuing to suck him, kneading Shelton's balls, and then sliding a finger up inside him. God! Shelton came in a few short, frenzied thrusts, feeling the muscles of Nevil's throat constrict around him as Nevil swallowed his cum with a hum of wicked glee.
Bliss crept over Shelton as he stared at the flat ceiling while Nevil continued to nibble on him.
"You're too good to me," he murmured, noticing that the banging on the door had stopped. Good. It had been annoying. Nevil licked his way up Shelton's body to his lips, and Shelton gave him the slow, deep kisses that Nevil enjoyed so much.
Shelton moved his lips to Nevil's ear. "Come inside me," he urged, aching for the fulfillment of Nevil pushing into him. Nevil groaned, enfolding him in his arms and helping him sit up on the dryer.
"Not yet," Nevil whispered, though Shelton could see the arousal straining against the fly of Nevil's pants. "Good God, Shelton! I love the way those men stare at you. I know they're curious, dying to know how you keep my interest."
Nevil's eyes gleamed as his gaze traveled Shelton's body to his softened dick, and Nevil slid his hands around to caress Shelton's bare ass. "I don't dare tell them how your lovemaking intoxicates me. How the feel, and taste, and smell of you drives me wild. It excites me every day, knowing we'll spend the night together."
Shelton stared into Nevil's eyes, seeing the love there that Nevil hardly ever spoke of. Shelton's throat tightened, and he put his arms around Nevil's neck. "I love you," he said and gave Nevil a tender kiss.
A smile crossed Nevil's contented face, turning to an impish grin, and Nevil pulled Shelton to his feet and patted his bottom.
"Get dressed. We're supposed to be at a party," Nevil ordered, then turned on his heel and went to the door. Shelton scrambled to draw up his pants as Nevil flung open the door into the crowded kitchen.
"About time," someone muttered, striding past Nevil to grab an ice chest off the floor. Shelton noticed it was the girl he'd been speaking with earlier. He thought her name was Angie. The girl gave him an exaggerated wink as she dragged the chest out of the utility room.
"Let me help you." Shelton grabbed the other handle and assisted her into the living room.
Noticing how late it was getting, Shelton returned to the kitchen for a mug of the aromatic coffee someone had brewed. Time to sober up if he was going to drive home. After filling a mug, he went in search of Nevil who'd wandered off again. Finding him back on the couch, Shelton leaned against the wall, watching him. Nevil was in his element—surrounded by friends, a drink in his hand, joking with a young man sitting at his feet.
He smiled ruefully, reminding himself that Nevil's flirting never meant anything. At least Percy—the only man who shook his confidence where Nevil was concerned—had left the group. Nevil swore they'd broken off their romance, but that hadn't been Percy's idea. He had made it clear he'd sleep with Nevil again under any condition. It had been plain in every glance and smile Percy sent Nevil's way. Shelton trusted Nevil, but that didn't mean he liked having their past relationship shoved in his face.
Shelton swallowed the last of his coffee and returned to the kitchen for more, smiling indulgently when Nevil's shout of laughter reached him from the other room. It looked like Shelton would be driving home just like he'd thought.
Someone had put on a fresh pot, and Shelton leaned on the countertop, chin in his hand as he watched the dark liquid drip into the decanter. A smile lifted his lips, body warming when he remembered the small jewelry box in his coat pocket. He began a lazy fantasy, alternately giving Nevil his gift before or maybe after making crazy love with him. Either way would be perfect.
The coffee seemed to drip even more slowly, and Shelton blinked the dream from his eyes and left the kitchen. Deciding to explore the house while he waited for the bracing beverage, he climbed the stairs to the second floor.
Sounds of laughter and sex drifted out of the closed doors of the master suite when Shelton walked along the hallway, and he shook his head. He'd seen Stewart heading for the den with a bottle of scotch earlier and wondered what poor fool Stewart's wife had lured into her bed. He knew they enjoyed an open marriage, but it was a lifestyle Shelton could never be comfortable with.
He wandered up the narrow stairway at the end of the hall and discovered a room that was little more than an attic. Leaning his forehead against the cool glass of a window, he watched the snow fall outside, illuminated by the glow from a neighbor's house. The party was winding down, and he'd be able to take Nevil home. He grinned, slightly embarrassed at the twitch in his pants, amazed at how he could never get enough of Nevil.
He knew Nevil would eventually miss him and come looking for him, but Shelton heard the familiar steps pounding up the stairway sooner than he'd expected. A tingle of excitement ran through him as Nevil entered the room and pressed against his back, Nevil's body fittingly perfectly into his. He nuzzled Shelton's ear and dropped a bottle of lotion and a hand towel on the windowsill. "I've been searching everywhere for you. Look what I found in the bathroom."
Heat slammed through Shelton. They'd both tested negative for HIV and any other STI in their last couple of tests and had done away with condoms altogether. The very thought of Nevil thrusting his naked cock into him sent the blood rushing to Shelton's groin, making his slacks uncomfortably tight.
Shelton leaned his head back against Nevil's shoulder, and Nevil gave him a hungry kiss.
"Let me make love to you," Nevil whispered, slipping his hands under Shelton's shirt. Shelton drew a quick breath as Nevil pinched his nipples, his tongue sliding in and out of Shelton's mouth. Shelton recalled that same hot mouth on him earlier and groaned in his throat. Nevil laughed as he slid his hand into Shelton's pants and fondled his dick.
"What about the door?" Shelton managed to gasp between Nevil's kisses.
"What? Do you want me to open it farther?"
Shelton's face heated. Nevil had rooted out his fetish for making love in risqué places and delighted in teasing Shelton about it.
Chuckling, Nevil left him to nudge the door closed with his foot, then returned and removed Shelton's clothing with practiced ease. Nevil quickly stripped out of his own clothes, but Shelton grabbed his wrist when Nevil reached for the lotion. Shelton turned in Nevil's arms to meet his questioning look.
"Not yet," Shelton teased, nipping Nevil's ear.
"Someone's bound to come looking—"
"You haven't let me touch you all night. Please, baby," Shelton said, dropping his hand to Nevil's rigid cock. "Let me suck on you just a little bit?"
Shelton thrilled at the flush that rose in Nevil's face. Shelton sank to his knees before Nevil could reply. He nuzzled on one of Nevil's tight balls, then the other, and was feverishly aroused by the heat and smell of him.
Shelton rubbed his cheek against Nevil's shaft before sliding his tongue up the beautiful erection. He nibbled on the tip, teasing himself as much as Nevil, before swallowing as much as he could. God, he loved the salty taste of his man, the silken hardness of Nevil's dick between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, choking him if he was gluttonous.
Palming Nevil's erection, Shelton pushed the hard cock in and out of his mouth. He grew further aroused by how the skin slid over the hard shaft as he stroked it. He licked the tangy, glistening precum from the head and shuddered, imagining Nevil's lips on the tip of his own dick.
Nevil jumped when they heard laughter from below and threaded his fingers through Shelton's curls, urging his head back. "We don't have time for this!" Nevil pleaded, and Shelton took pity on his anguish, knowing how he loved to be suckled.
"Whatever you say," Shelton said, giving in. He rose and braced himself against the sturdy windowpane. Nevil playfully smacked Shelton's rump, probably for his smug tone, then quickly squeezed the lotion onto his fingertips and pushed them into Shelton's ass. Shelton winced at the burn and willed his body to relax as Nevil pushed more lotion into him then positioned himself. T
he initial pressure drew a grunt from him, but then Nevil slid inside, shoving deeply into his core.
He grew dizzy as Nevil continued to plunge into him, becoming light-headed with pleasure from the amazing friction as Nevil grabbed his hips and pulled Shelton back against him with each thrust. He cried out when Nevil reached around and stroked his throbbing cock. It was hard and fast, Nevil driving deeper than ever into him. As Nevil climaxed, completing him, Shelton came mindlessly in Nevil's hand.
Shelton clung to the window frame as Nevil leaned against his back, whispering endearments in his ear. His fingers roamed Shelton's body as if memorizing every line. When Nevil pulled out, Shelton faced him and laced his fingers behind his neck.
"Let's go home," he pleaded against Nevil's lips. "I don't want to share you anymore. And I'd like privacy for the things I want to do to you."
"If that's what you want," Nevil said, burrowing his face against Shelton's neck. "Our bed would feel terrific right about now."
"Oh, you won't be sleeping," Shelton assured him and lost his heart all over again as Nevil's face lit with pleasure.
They wiped up with the hand towel then helped each other dress, Nevil stealing a kiss for each button on Shelton's shirt. Shelton held Nevil's hand as they returned downstairs, eager for the coming night. In his hurry, he stumbled on the last step, embarrassed when he caught Nevil's laughing glance.
Nevil fondly touched his face. "Um, maybe I should call us a cab?" he suggested, pulling his cell phone out of a pocket.
"Probably a good idea," Shelton agreed, still feeling the effects of the drinks he'd had earlier. Nevil made the call, and then Shelton urged him to hurry as they parted in the foyer, keen to get home so he could ask Nevil his question. Nevil flashed him a grin before disappearing into the living room to say his good-byes. Shelton retrieved his coat from the closet, pulling it on as he went to the kitchen for another mug of coffee.
Stepping outside, he sipped the scalding liquid while he waited on the porch for the cab. The snow had stopped falling, but it was bitterly cold. His breath made a plume of mist when he blew on the coffee to cool it. He suddenly wanted to be in his warm bed, wrapped in Nevil's arms. He thought of Nevil's gift, safe in his pocket, and a smile of anticipation crossed his face. He spent the time waiting for the taxi daydreaming of Nevil's ardent responses to his question.
Hearing voices at the door, he glanced up and frowned as the young man who'd sat at Nevil's feet earlier now kissed Nevil's cheek, hand lingering on his chest. Vexed, Shelton took a step toward them. The boy's crush was obvious. Nevil laughed and then crossed to meet Shelton. He threw an arm across Shelton's shoulders and gave him a sloppy kiss.
"Let's go home, love," Nevil said loudly as the taxi pulled into the driveway, playing it up for the boy's benefit. He started down the stairs and slipped on the bottom step of the porch, making a grab for the railing. Shelton put an arm around his waist and helped him to the car. He opened the door, careful that Nevil didn't bump his head getting into the backseat.
Shelton moved around the back of the taxi, brushing the loose snow from the windshield with his gloved hand and then took the seat behind the driver's. It was a relief to be out of the cold. He turned to Nevil, touching his knee, wanting to kiss him. He caught the driver's annoyed glance in the rearview mirror and settled back in the cushions and pulled on his seat belt.
"Take us home," Nevil commanded, sounding out of breath. A thrill shot through Shelton, and he quickly gave the driver their address. The man put the car in gear and eased on the gas, slowing immediately when the tires spun as he turned onto the road.
They began the slow drive down the mountainside, and Shelton clasped his hands, knuckles whitening as the car gained momentum on the winding road. After only a few minutes he heard the driver swear, and his heart jumped when a blanket of freezing fog met them on a curve. Visibility was reduced to no more than a car's length ahead. Ice glittered on the trees as the headlights swept over them.
The driver tapped on the brakes to slow further, and the car slid on black ice. He turned at once into the slide, but Shelton cried out as the car nevertheless began a sickening spin toward the shoulder and the drop-off into the trees. He cast a frantic look at Nevil sleeping peacefully beside him. God, it can't end like this!
Breathing a prayer, the driver stomped on the brake, wrenching the wheel in the opposite direction. The sedan jolted under them and slowed its spin. It wasn't enough. Shelton watched in terror, heart in his throat, as they came closer to a tree on the side of the road. Branches filled his window and time seemed to slow as the car spun into it. Metal screeched on impact, the door bulging toward him, and he instinctively closed his eyes as shattered glass rained over him. His seat belt cut into his hipbones with bruising force then broke, and he cracked his head against the window frame. Light and blinding pain shot behind his eyes, and he fell into darkness.
Shelton floated in a gray mist. He had the vague thought that he was lost in the fog. But he wasn't cold. In fact… Shelton looked down. His body was there, but he couldn't feel anything.
"Nevil?" he called timidly. He had trouble turning his neck, then screamed as feeling returned, his head pulsing with pain. Fighting the bile in his throat, he raised a trembling hand and brushed the tears and blood from his eyes.
"Nevil?" he called again, dizzy with relief when Nevil moved in the seat beside him and sat up with a groan.
"What happened?" Nevil asked, then his eyes widened with shock. "God, Shelton. You're bleeding. What…?" He shut his mouth with a click of teeth. Disengaging his seat belt, he scrambled to his knees, pulling a handkerchief from a pocket.
Shelton hissed with pain as Nevil reached over and pressed the cloth to his forehead. "Ouch!"
"Don't be a baby," Nevil teased weakly, though his voice was choked with tears. "Here. Hold this in place." Shelton held the cloth to his forehead while Nevil leaned into the front seat to check the driver.
"He's unconscious," Nevil informed Shelton. Shelton heard him cursing as he pulled his cell phone from a pocket and fumbled with the buttons, talking urgently to whoever had answered.
"Emergency services said they'll have help here in ten minutes," Nevil assured him. Shelton nodded, his mind beginning to drift from the pain and shock. The night had turned icy, and he began to shiver. Nevil stripped out of his coat and laid it over him.
"Stay with me," Nevil pleaded. Shelton felt incredibly sleepy. He drifted off as Nevil's phone rang and then roused sluggishly when he heard Nevil say Percy's name. But he couldn't keep his eyes open and fell asleep with the scream of sirens ringing in his ears.
Chapter Three
Shelton woke suddenly and stared at the ceiling for several minutes, disoriented. The bedside lamp was on. Maybe he'd fallen asleep reading. No, he wasn't holding a book. And where was Nevil?
Pushing up on his elbows, he fought a wave of dizziness and gasped as memory returned. They'd been in an accident. He remembered sirens…
"Nevil!" he shouted, anxious, and winced at a spike of pain in his head. Where is Nevil? Getting no reply, Shelton gingerly sat up and swung his feet over the bed. He stood, touching the bandage on his aching forehead. He must have hit something pretty hard. Not feeling any other injuries on his body, he left the room, desperate to see if Nevil was all right.
Shelton stopped in disbelief as he turned the corner of the hallway and then hurriedly took a step back into the shadows. Common sense said not to watch, but he stood his ground, riveted, as Percy wrapped his arms around Nevil. Nevil's face was pressed into Percy's shoulder, and Percy stroked the dark hair that Shelton delighted in threading his fingers through as Nevil and he made love.
Percy raised Nevil's chin, and Shelton went back to the empty bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, trembling when he heard the front door close and footsteps come down the hallway.
"Good. You're awake," Nevil said cheerfully as he came into the room. He sat next to Shelton and carefully touched the large banda
ge on Shelton's forehead. "You've stopped bleeding, thank goodness." He tilted Shelton's chin to look him in the eyes. "Last night at the hospital, the doctors said you had a slight concussion but that I could take you home if I kept an eye on you. You've slept most of today away. Well, when I wasn't waking you up to check on you. You don't remember that? How do you feel? "
Shelton swallowed the lump in his throat. God, he didn't even remember being taken to the emergency room. "Okay, I guess. Tired."
Something in his tone must have reached Nevil. "What's wrong?"
"When were you going to tell me about Percy?"
"Tell you what about Percy?"
Shelton didn't reply, and Nevil rose abruptly and moved across the room to lean against the dresser, arms crossed. "You saw me kiss him. It didn't mean what you think." Nevil snorted when Shelton kept silent. His eyes narrowed to turquoise sparks. "What are you thinking?"
"I think I deserve an explanation."
Nevil straightened from the dresser, and Shelton jumped at the anger in his voice. "I had a shock last night, and Percy was being a friend. It would be nice if you trusted me—" The phone in Nevil's pocket chimed, and Nevil drew it out, cursing under his breath when he looked at the screen. "I have to go. The taxi's here to take me back to Stewart's for the car." Nevil jammed the phone in his pocket and flicked a glance at Shelton. "We'll finish this discussion later."
Shelton watched numbly as Nevil stormed from the room and flinched when the front door slammed. Damn. He slid to his feet, ignoring the dizziness as he hurried to the foyer. He paused briefly, in only his briefs, with his hand on the doorknob, but then flung the door open anyway hoping to catch Nevil before he drove away.
Shelton almost collided with Nevil in the doorway. "Forgot the keys." Nevil mumbled. He pushed by Shelton into the living room and snatched the key ring from the coffee table.
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