by L. A. Witt
A few more hours and Nate could do exactly that. Goose bumps sprang up under Lucas’s shirt. He swore the sheer anticipation of being with Nate was more satisfying than the actual sex he’d had with other people in recent memory. Even before the curse.
He glanced at the clock on the wall and scowled. “Shit. I should get back to work.”
“No problem.” Nate started collecting the trash and putting it into the white plastic bag. “We still on for later?”
“What kind of question is that?” Lucas put a hand on Nate’s hip and kissed him lightly. “Unless you had other plans?”
“Well, no.” Nate shrugged. “I do have a few movies queued up on Netflix, though. We could always . . .” He grinned. “Wind down a bit before we go to bed.”
“You really think we could get through a movie without tackling each other?”
Nate’s grin turned more wicked than Lucas had ever seen, and his spine was tingling even before Nate said, “That sounds like a challenge.”
“Maybe it is.”
Nate licked his lips. “Guess we’re watching a movie tonight, aren’t we?”
“Guess we are.”
* * *
The movie was still playing in the background, but Lucas had lost the plot around the time Nate’s hand had slid down over his crotch. Then he’d started kissing Lucas’s neck, and . . . yeah. Forget the movie. He wasn’t even sure why they’d bothered with a movie, aside from being curious if they could get through ninety minutes without winding up at least partly naked.
Now Lucas was straddling Nate, standing up on his knees with his pants unzipped and his fully erect cock sliding in and out between Nate’s lips. Lucas groaned over the music and dialogue, cupping the back of Nate’s head as he fucked his talented mouth.
A bunch of explosions on the screen lit up the room, and some of the stray warm light landed on one side of Nate’s face, casting heavy shadows where his cheek hollowed so he could take Lucas’s cock.
Lucas couldn’t help running his fingers through Nate’s hair, and their eyes locked as Nate eagerly sucked. Oh God, yeah. Fantasizing about Nate had kept him sane through his shift, and now that this was really happening, it was so, so good. Neither of them were in any rush now. Lucas rocked his hips so he could slide his cock in and out of Nate’s mouth, and Nate’s lips, tongue, and hands worshipped his cock like he’d have happily done this all night.
Except Lucas wanted more than this. He wanted Nate’s sexy, relentless mouth against his own, and suddenly he was all too aware of how long it had been since they’d kissed. A blow job was fine and good, but . . .
“C’mere.” He lay back on the couch and motioned for Nate to get on top. Nate didn’t need any convincing, and in a couple of quick motions, he was over Lucas, and they were finally kissing again, and that kissing escalated fast. Lucas had never imagined kissing as something that could escalate, but since he’d met Nate . . . oh yeah. There was kissing, and there was kissing. There was that steady—or sometimes insanely fast—progression from making out to damn near pulling the air right out of each other’s lungs. It was a miracle no one ever pinched a lip between teeth, or teeth never clacked against each other. Somehow he and Nate always walked that fine line between making out like their lives depended on it and actually causing pain.
And somehow, in the meantime, they managed to unbuckle Nate’s belt and unzip his fly. Now they both had their pants rucked down far enough to be out of the way, and their shirts rode up as they moved, and everything was just so rumpled and frantic and messy, and Lucas couldn’t get enough. Naked in bed was fine and good, but there was something about half-dressed sex on the couch that made his pulse race. He loved the hunger of it. The neediness. The feverish I don’t have time to get you naked because I want you too much vibe.
Nate rocked his hips, fucking against Lucas as they kissed in between sharp, rapid breaths. Lucas’s cock was still just slick enough to temper some of the friction and keep it from being too much. Fuck, it was perfect.
Nate broke the kiss, cursed softly, and bent to kiss Lucas’s neck. His hips rocked, rubbing their dicks together, and all Lucas could do was moan and hold on for dear life.
“This all right?” Nate groaned against Lucas’s skin.
“Uh-huh. Fuck . . .”
Nate released a throaty, strangled sound, and a shudder went through him so hard, it seemed to go through Lucas, too.
Lucas tried to rock his hips, but he was pinned down too heavily against the couch. That made him acutely aware of the broad, strong body over the top of him. This was hardly the first time they’d had sex, but something about the position now—about Nate pinning him down and riding him hard enough to create that mind-blowing friction—drove home how much stronger he was than Lucas. Nate easily had thirty pounds on him—most of it muscle—and Lucas doubted he had the strength to push him off.
Usually when he came to that realization with a man, it made him nervous, but not with Nate. Instead, it was intoxicating. It was thrilling. There was nothing remotely threatening about Nate, and so they could get rough and wild, their vocabulary reduced to primal growls and delirious gasps, and Lucas knew with every breath and every thrust that all he had to do was whisper “stop,” and Nate would. Instantly.
Don’t you dare stop, Lucas silently begged him as his orgasm closed in fast. Oh my God, you’re—
“I’m gonna come.” Nate’s breath was hot against Lucas’s neck, and it only came faster and hotter as he thrust harder. “Oh fuck, yeah. . . .”
Lucas did his best to match Nate’s thrusts, but he was too far gone himself to concentrate on anything except how good this all felt. The heat, the friction, the weight of Nate’s body over his—everything was so feverish and frantic and perfect.
And the instant Nate’s cum hit Lucas’s skin, that was all she wrote. Lucas gasped, and his eyes rolled back as his semen joined Nate’s, and suddenly the friction between them was wet and sloppy. They both slowed. Nate slumped over him. Their hearts were pounding so hard, Lucas could actually feel Nate’s.
“Jesus . . .” Nate breathed.
“Uh-huh.” Lucas ran a shaky hand through Nate’s short hair. As the spinning room slowed, he murmured, “If your Realtor ever says a buyer didn’t make an offer ’cause there was a cum stain on the couch . . . sorry.”
Nate laughed, sounding drunk, and buried his face against Lucas’s neck. “Mmm, that’d be worth it, I think.”
“You say that now. . . .”
They both snorted, and they just stayed like that for a few minutes—a rumpled, sweaty mess of tangled limbs and clothes, not to mention the semen Lucas really was genuinely trying to keep off the upholstery.
Eventually Nate pushed himself up and grabbed some tissues from a box beside the couch. They cleaned themselves off and fixed their clothes. As an added victory, there was no evidence on the couch. Well, aside from the pillows and cushions being all askew, but that didn’t take much to fix.
Nate clicked off the TV and dropped back on the couch beside Lucas. “I swear to God,” he said, still out of breath, “I’ve never had sex this good in my life.”
Lucas beamed. “Just one of the many services I provide.”
Smirking, Nate eyed him. “You have business cards and everything?”
“Hmm.” Lucas stroked his chin and pretended to be deep in thought. “I could totally print business cards like that.” He pantomimed writing a sign in the air. “Lucas Brandt—Tattooist, Technical Support, and Provider of High-Quality Fucking.”
Nate laughed. “No, don’t do that—then I’d never see you.”
“You would. You’d get preferential treatment. You know, for being a regular client.”
“You’re a dork.” Nate drew him in and kissed him. “And you’re damn right I’d be a regular client.” Teasing Lucas’s nipple with a fingertip, he asked, “Is this one of those things where military members in uniform get head-of-the-line privileges?”
“Oh, yeah,” Luc
as said in a husky whisper. “Emphasis on ‘head.’”
Nate gave a soft moan. “God, you are dirty. I love it.”
“Mmm, I hadn’t noticed.” Lucas lifted his chin for another kiss. “So you ever been into anything kinky?”
“Not really. My ex and I played around with toys sometimes, but we never got too crazy. What about you?”
“I’ve always been open-minded about it, but I’m not into hard-core BDSM or anything. I tried it a few times, and . . . meh.”
“You tried it?”
“Sure.” Lucas shrugged. “A little bondage here and there. Some pain. I dated a girl who was really into being dominated, but that wasn’t my thing. I didn’t like submitting, either.”
“Yeah, Caleb and I did a bit of that for a while, just to see if we were into it. The dominance and submission thing, I mean.” Nate shook his head. “It’s kind of hot to play the odd power game, but that’s about it.”
“Mmm, yeah. Power games.” Grinning, Lucas squirmed. “Those are fun.”
Nate returned the grin as he ran a hand up Lucas’s side. “You like that sort of thing, eh?”
“Mmhmm. They’re fun. And I mean, I’m not a big guy, you know? I haven’t been with a lot of guys I could overpower if I wanted to.” And even fewer who could overpower me the way you could but don’t intimidate me. “So, it’s fun to find other ways to be in charge.”
Nate licked his lips, and from the gleam in his eyes, Lucas could tell he was intrigued. “Such as . . . ?”
Lucas shrugged. “Don’t know. Just being able to tell a guy to get on his knees is pretty hot.”
“You know you wouldn’t have to twist my arm.” Nate slid a hand over Lucas’s thigh. “Because I really like what happens any time I’m on my knees around you.”
“Or I’m on my knees over you?” Lucas’s pulse still surged at the memory of fucking Nate’s mouth earlier. Nate just . . . took it. So willingly and eagerly. A lot of guys weren’t into that, but Nate sure as shit was, and it turned Lucas on like crazy.
Apparently Nate, too, because he nodded and whispered, “Oh yeah. Very much.”
God, he was just so eager and willing, and it was impossible not to want to play games and try wild new things. “Now I want to know what kinds of toys you like to play with.”
“Well, I don’t have any of them anymore, but . . .” Nate’s lips quirked, and he suddenly had a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “There’s one of those sex shops not too far from here. Maybe we could swing in there some night. See if anything catches our eye.”
“So, you want to take me in there and try to corrupt me with—”
Nate burst out laughing. “Corrupt you? Please. If we were the same age, I’m pretty sure you’d be corrupting me.”
“Hmm. Yeah, I guess that’s fair.” Grinning, Lucas slid closer and ran his hand up Nate’s side. “A sex shop could be fun. I haven’t been into a place like that in ages.”
“So.” Nate arched an eyebrow, his expression full of playful challenge. “It’s not terribly late right now. What are we waiting for?”
“You tell me.”
Chapter 11
The big red-neon sign above the sex shop threw a warm pink glow across the white gravel in the parking lot. There were only a handful of cars parked out front. Seemed like there were always at least one or two, but never more than five or six. Almost like people balked when they saw that a few too many people had the same idea. The bigger the crowd, the higher the odds of running into someone you knew—Nate knew that one well enough, after the time he’d bumped into the CO’s wife in the dildo aisle.
Pulling into the lot felt kind of weird. He’d been there a million times, and it wasn’t like the sex shop was holy ground. And hell, even if it had been, bringing Lucas here was hardly more of a sin than Caleb taking his new piece of ass into their bedroom, so whatever.
He didn’t even feel guilty about it. Just . . . odd. There was something little strange about bringing Lucas into a place where he and Caleb had spent so much time looking for new ways to turn each other on. Never mind how many hours he’d spent with Lucas in their house, their bed, their shower, and on their couch. Somehow he was sure time and space might pick just that moment to fold in on itself, and he and Lucas would run into himself and Caleb from another dimension.
That was stupid, though. He parked the Charger in front of a blacked-out window covered in neon signs reading Lingerie, Novelties, and Magazines. The past was in the past, Lucas was in the present, and whatever they found inside this shop would make for a crazy hot night.
So he kept his weird thoughts to himself and led Lucas inside.
“By the way, they card everyone.” He took out his wallet. “Make sure you’ve got your license handy.”
“One step ahead of you.” Lucas brandished his driver’s license. “I get carded if I want to sit in the bar at fucking Applebee’s.”
Nate laughed as he slid his own license free. At the door, they showed their licenses, and the woman behind the window buzzed them in.
Once they were inside, they both stopped and looked around. They’d rearranged things a bit since Nate had been here last, but if you’ve seen one sex shop, you’ve seen them all. Racks of porn magazines and DVDs, plus a few erotica books. Dildos and vibrators of every shape and size imaginable. Lingerie and leather. Colored, flavored, and scented lubes.
In the back were some locked display cases where they kept the expensive shit. Nate had gawked at some of those things in the past, but he really had no interest in dropping $300 on a glass dildo—even if it was handmade and whatnot—and the sounding kits had never appealed to him. To each their own; personally, he’d never had any desire to slide a metal rod into his dick.
He shuddered.
“So,” Lucas said. “Where to start?”
“Well.” Nate looked around. Yeah, where to start? “We could always rent a DVD. Except, I mean, we can get most of that online for free.”
Nate shook his head. “Oh my God, I can’t watch porn with people anymore.”
“Really? Why not?”
“Because my second wife loved to provide her own soundtrack.” Lucas groaned and rolled his eyes. “You know those hentai scenes where the girls have super high-pitched squeaky voices?”
Nate snorted. “Yeah?”
“She would imitate them. The whole time. Even if we were watching two dudes go at it.” He shook his head. “We’d wind up laughing our heads off and forget why we’d put on a porno in the first place. Ever since then, whenever I’ve tried to watch one with someone else, it just makes me crack up instead of get turned on.”
“Now I do kind of want to watch one with you. Sounds like it would be hilarious.” And how surreal—trying to watch a porno and being reminded of his ex, and . . . laughing? Killing the mood with silliness instead of hurt and regret.
They started down the first aisle, which happened to be where most of the BDSM gear was. “I guess I should ask what kind of stuff you’re into. Besides power games, I mean.”
Hands in his pockets, Lucas shrugged as he looked over a display of floggers. “Don’t know. I’ll try almost anything once.”
“What have you tried?”
Lucas flashed a toothy grin. “What I haven’t tried might be a shorter list.”
Well, that would give Nate a brain full of fantasies for the next night he spent alone.
Lucas returned his gaze to the floggers but didn’t seem overly interested in them. “For starters, I don’t mind pain if I’m with someone who’s really into it, but it’s never done much for me.”
Nate shuddered. “Yeah, I’ll pass on that. A little hair pulling or biting or something, fine. But that?” He motioned toward a single tail coiled on the wall. “I’ll pass.”
“Me too. Plus I’d probably end up hurting myself anyway.” Lucas assumed an exaggerated stance and swung an imaginary whip. “Look at me! I’m a Dom! I’m—ow! Ow! Oh it hurts! It hurts!”
Nate laughed
aloud. “You’re a dork.”
“I’m just saying.” Lucas flashed him a playful grin. “I’m not, like, klutz or anything, but I’m pretty sure I would be with one of those.”
“You and me both. So, how about we skip this stuff?”
“Sounds good to me.”
They continued through the store, skipping the bachelor/bachelorette-party novelty aisle. Nate couldn’t imagine they needed any drinking straws with plastic penis tips, never mind cake pans or ice cube trays shaped like penises.
The other aisles were more his speed, and he surreptitiously watched Lucas, taking in the sight of him against a backdrop of dildos, butt plugs, lubricants, condoms, and leather. Lucas didn’t seem nervous or out of place at all. He wasn’t looking around to see if someone he knew was around, and he wasn’t trying to put any distance between himself and Nate in case they were seen together. He strolled through a sex shop like someone wandering the grocery store in search of something for dinner.
For his part, Nate was actually struggling a bit. He wasn’t uncomfortable or anything. He just had a hell of a time looking at anything other than Lucas. Nothing on the walls or shelves piqued his interest at all. Not the way it usually did. The whole time, all he could think was . . . I don’t need any of this to make me want you.
Not that he’d needed it with Caleb, either. It had just been fun. And it was fun now, too, but there was something about Lucas that dulled the gleam on all the stainless-steel rings and made all the toys seem chintzy and pointless. Maybe because he was still novel and shiny himself. After a decade with the same man, just being with someone new was overwhelming for Nate. Amazing, but definitely . . . new.
That was all it was—novelty. Like when he and Caleb had bought that crazy curved prostate-stimulating dildo a few years ago, and it had been like a sexual awakening for both of them. Neither had been a stranger to the male G-spot, or toys, or getting each other off, but that thing had made them both see stars. A few months later, it was in a drawer with their other toys, and it only came out once in a blue moon. But for that period, it had been God’s gift to sex. Because it had been new. Just like Lucas was now.