Don't Read in the Closet volume one

by Various Authors

  “Tallia and Dude, they’re offering to watch Kail while we go out for a bit, get a drink, maybe walk on the beach.”

  Yes! His body leapt at the idea, but his mind said he couldn’t leave Kail with people he’d just met. “I shouldn’t leave Kail.” His protest was weak and he knew it. Tallia and Dude were clearly loving, responsible parents, and Kail was due to nap in a bit anyway. He latched onto that as an option. “Maybe, if Kail naps?”

  “No pressure.” The key was back in Sully’s mouth again, and Devyn squirmed in the lounger, such a small leap to imagine something else in place of that key. “They’re offering. Doesn’t mean we have to accept. We can just stay here and enjoy the patio.”

  Realizing how much he wanted to go, to be alone with Sully, Devyn agreed before he could second-guess himself. “Okay. But just for an hour. I’ll leave my cell phone number. We won’t go far?”

  Sully rose to his feet in a smooth movement from the shallow lounger. Devyn fumbled a bit getting out of his. “Dude! We’re going for a walk. You’re on deck to watch the pool.”

  The tall blond haired man obligingly ambled over from his wife’s side to take the lounger Sully had vacated. “Okay. Y’all be careful out there.”

  “My cell number….” Devyn began.

  “He’ll call on my phone, all right?” The first sign of impatience he’d seen from Sully was in that statement. Devyn wondered if he was making a serious mistake. Sully might be putting on a great laid-back act in front of his family. Closer acquaintance might show the same unpleasant character traits that Kayla had displayed. Unreasonable jealousy, possessiveness, selfishness; he really wasn’t up to dealing with that again.

  He shook his head. “You know? On second thought—”

  Sully’s hand closed on his own and dragged him away before he could utter the words that would change their plans. Out of sight of the others, just around the corner of the house was a paved walkway between the garage and the main house. Sully guided him onto that walkway and slammed him up against the side of the stucco building, covering his mouth urgently.

  Devyn’s mouth opened on a gasp of surprise, and Sully took the opportunity to explore. Slightly dizzy with desire, Devyn rubbed his tongue eagerly along Sully’s, sucking at it hungrily. It had been just this morning that he’d kissed this man for the first time, but this made the kiss he’d bestowed on the sleeping Sully seem chaste. This kiss claimed, it aroused, it demanded response that Devyn found himself all too willing to give.

  Panting, Sully drew back, lips gleaming with moisture that he licked with that agile tongue. Devyn reached out to draw him back, but Sully shook his head. “I’ve wanted to do that all day, since you woke me so sweetly with a kiss this morning. But we can’t continue this here.”

  Intent dark eyes stared into his and Devyn shivered. Slowly he became aware that he was grinding his erection against Sully’s taut thigh, and shuddering, tried to still the movements of his hips. Strong warm hands closed on him, and he swore he could feel the possessive burn of each finger on his ass through the fabric of his board shorts. He opened his mouth, tried to speak, but could only whimper in protest. He wanted. Very badly.

  Sully pressed a thumb to Devyn’s lower lip, and Devyn sank his teeth into it. Fucking tease. Sully was right. They couldn’t do this here, six kids and Ma and Pa Cleaver were just around the corner. He watched Sully’s eyes melt and darken, heard his breath catch.

  “I still have the key.” Sully gestured toward the garage meaningfully.

  Devyn couldn’t make sense of it though. That one kiss had sent all his blood rushing south, and his brain was functioning without. “Uh.” He managed.

  Sully pulled the key on its chain from around his neck. “This key unlocks the apartment over the garage. It’s not rented out. If you want to, that is.”

  CHAPTER 8

  Sully held his breath, his hand clenching around the key as he waited for Devyn’s answer. He was being pushy, he knew it, but he’d never felt this instant response to anyone before. Physical, sure, but he genuinely liked Devyn, and he more than liked Kail.

  Devyn’s brown eyes sparkled and he drew in a deep breath, pushing away from the wall. He nudged Sully gently out of his way and stepped forward. “Up there? There’s a bed?”

  Relief surged through him. “Yes. A nice soft mattress on a full size bed. It’s soundproofed, and you can see the back yard from a window around back. Is that a yes?” Pushing again, back off. Soundproof? Really? You had to mention that? Like you’re guaranteed to make him scream? Shit.

  He turned his hand over palm up, and waited a bit longer while Devyn hesitated about putting his hand into it. At last, they were moving up the walkway to the outside stairs of the studio apartment. As they crossed the threshold, Sully peeked back over his shoulder to see Dude’s eyes on him. He gave a little nod, and urged Devyn forward with his palm in the small of his back.

  Devyn froze a few feet inside the door and surveyed the small living space. His voice, when it came, was hesitant. “I should probably tell you I’ve never done this before.”

  “Oh, baby, we don’t have to. We can sit over on the sofa and have a drink and talk, if that’s what you want.” His own voice shook with the effort of staying calm and reassuring, but the knowledge that this would be Devyn’s first time, that the younger man came to him a virgin, sent flames of arousal licking through his system.

  “No. I want to. It’s just—I was married for so long, and it wouldn’t have been right. So, I’ve never been with a man. I thought that was the kind of thing you should know.” Devyn ducked his head in embarrassment, and Sully’s mouth watered. He herded Devyn over to the window, and pointed out into the yard of the main house.

  “There’s Dude with your little man. He’s keeping a close eye on him for us.”

  Devyn peered through the window anxiously, and Sully wondered why he seemed so guarded about the kid. Something to ask about later. Meanwhile, father reassured about his son’s well being, it was time for distraction.

  Sully edged between Devyn and the window, using his larger frame to nudge Devyn back out of view. He curled a hand around the nape of Devyn’s neck, and tilted his head slightly to the side. Devyn was temptation personified. He wanted to explore every inch of tattooed flesh, to suck every piercing. “Made for me. You were made for me.” He marveled at how well they fit together before covering those plump tempting lips with his own. He lost himself in the pulse of blood, the throb of sex, as he licked and sucked and nibbled those plump curves. The gentle scratch of Devyn’s beard, the silky texture of his long hair, he was drowning in sensation.

  Devyn pulled his mouth away, panting heavily and pressed his head into Sully’s neck. Sully arched his neck to grant better access as Devyn licked and sucked, shivering as he grazed Sully’s Adam’s apple with the sharp edges of his teeth.

  “Yes,” He murmured. “Bite me.”

  Startled silence greeted this demand, and he wondered if he’d exposed too much too soon, then a sharp nip of teeth and he groaned, wrapping both hands around Devyn’s head to guide him to the spot he liked best.

  “Make love to me.”

  A deep shudder racked Sully’s body, and he swore his cock doubled in size the instant his brain comprehended the words. “Not yet, not yet,” he whispered soothingly, stroking the lean muscles under the tank top Devyn wore. He allowed enough space between them to pull the shirt off and quickly removed his own, hissing in pleasure at the contact of bare flesh. Oh, God. This was not a good. He was too aroused, too on edge. He had to do this right, make it good for Devyn. For the first time, he cursed Devyn’s virginity. Getting down and dirty, a bit of wham bam thank you man had its place in a man’s sexual repertoire, but not for a first time. A man’s first time needed to be slow, tender and careful.

  Maybe he shouldn’t be doing this. “Are you sure?” He hated this. He’d be living in torment if Devyn changed his mind. “This is big step. You should maybe not do this with someone you�
�ve just met.”

  Devyn answered him by dragging his mouth back for another kiss. “I don’t feel like I just met you. It seems like I’ve known you forever. I trust you. I want the first time to be with you.”

  Jesus. He shouldn’t be so relieved, so happy. Devyn’s blind faith in him, that he wouldn’t hurt him, put him on his mettle. Now he had to make it memorable. Tenderly, wonderingly, he brought their mouths together again, reaching for the drawstrings of their shorts and loosed both with a single tug.

  Devyn’s husky voice whimpered into his mouth, just a trace of laughter buried there in the thread of sound, “Sully, please.” He thrust his hips forward, and their cocks glided together in an intimate caress.

  Sully took Devyn’s hand again and led him to the bed, positioning him on his back. This position was more intimate; it spoke of emotion, of engagement beyond sex. It would allow him to measure Devyn’s responses through the expressions on his face, the emotion in his eyes. He fumbled the drawer of the nightstand open and withdrew a tube of lube and a condom packet.

  He climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Devyn’s raised knees. He stroked the soft flesh over hard muscle, curling his hand around a calf and urging his legs wider. Leaning forward, he brushed his lips lightly over the tattoo on Devyn’s shoulder and slowly began licking and kissing his way along the pattern. Devyn writhed and whimpered beneath him, arching up, seeking contact for his cock.

  Sully pressed him in place with a flat hand on his taut belly. “Oral fixation, remember?”

  Devyn’s pierced brow rose mockingly. “Celibate for damn near a year.”

  Chuckling, Sully gave in. “You win, this time. But I will have my way. Be warned. I intend to lick, suck and bite every inch of you before either of us comes next time.”

  Devyn snorted. “Let’s deal with this time, first, okay?”

  Sully popped the lid off the lube and spread some on an index finger. He reached between Devyn’s spread thighs, and sought the opening there. With his other hand, he stroked Devyn’s cock, and then leaned down to kiss the swollen mouth again.

  He needed to distract Devyn from the certainty of the pain that would come when he first breached the untouched flesh. He rubbed gentle circles around the puckered opening before daring to apply direct pressure to the tiny hole, feeling it resist then give slightly. The nipping kiss of that delicate flesh caused his cock to surge eagerly. Devyn, make it good for Devyn.

  He trailed hot, open-mouthed wet kisses down from Devyn’s chin over his throat, seeking the hardened tips of his nipples. There he bit, suckled, and played with the nipple ring until Devyn writhed frantically in lust. The wriggling motions of Devyn’s body forced his finger deeper, and at last, he felt the ring of muscle give and allow him entry. The hot flesh closed tightly around him and he matched Devyn’s groan with his own. When he judged Devyn had become accustomed to the invasion of a single finger; he drew back and pressed forward again with two fingers. His love convulsed beneath him, whimpering in surprise.

  “Too much…” he murmured through harsh breaths.

  “Shh…” Sully soothed, stilling the movements of his fingers, pressing gently against the tight clinging walls of Devyn’s passage. “You’re so tight, baby. It burns now, but in a minute, it’ll be so good… you can’t even imagine….” He began slowly withdrawing his fingers and pushing them forward again, carefully watching the tension in Devyn’s face dissolve as the pleasure overcame the pain of his entry. He spread his fingers apart, stretching the opening until Devyn moaned loudly.

  Slowly, eyes on Devyn’s face, he withdrew his fingers and reached for the condom. Ripping the packet, he clumsily rolled the latex down his length. Sully shuddered, hands fumbling with the rest of the lubricant as he rapidly slicked the head and shaft of his cock. He crawled forward, bracing himself with one hand against Devyn’s creamy thigh.

  Gritting his teeth, he pressed the head of his cock against the virginal opening that awaited him, trembling from the effort of holding back. The urge to just ram forward and revel in that clinging heat caressing his full length was almost overpowering. Instead he pressed gently, feeling the stretch and give of the ring, feeling it constrict against his head as Devyn tensed briefly.

  “Relax,” he whispered soothingly kissing along Devyn’s jaw to his waiting mouth. Moving nothing but his lips, he kissed and licked, sucked at Devyn’s mouth, plunging his tongue in again and again, rubbing it against Devyn’s tongue and teeth until Devyn’s tension loosened and he returned the kiss.

  Slowly, distracting Devyn with his plundering mouth, Sully managed to push forward until the ring gave and hot softness engulfed the head of his cock. He moaned, stilling to let Devyn grow accustomed to this new sensation. Devyn whimpered into his mouth and pushed up against him. Sully cursed as Devyn’s actions sent him gliding forward, stretching untried flesh.

  Devyn yelped quietly. Sully grasped his hip to hold him still. “Shh. Careful baby, I don’t want to hurt you. Really, it would be better if you let me do this.”Devyn nodded, his eyes closing, lips tightening.

  Sully ignored the clinging heat that massaged his cock while he kissed and soothed the tears from Devyn’s eyes. He wasn’t even sure when it happened, but soon they were moving slowly together, and the only sounds that escaped Devyn’s mouth were soft echoes of his own passionate moans.

  Devyn tensed beneath him again, and Sully reached for his cock. Swollen thick and hard, it leaked pre-cum in a steady stream. Sully stroked Devyn from base to tip in a firm grip, pausing at the top of each stroke to rub his thumb across the head teasing the opening there, gathering more slick drops. He timed his thrusts to match the strokes of his fist, and soon the two of them cried out as they came together.

  They lay side by side, breathing heavily.

  “Soundproof, huh?” Devyn ventured.

  CHAPTER 9

  Devyn allowed Sully’s possessive grip on his hand as they crossed the paved walkway to the back patio again. The silence indicated that everyone had retired inside, and he hoped Kail was napping. He’d be cranky and everyone would be miserable if he missed his nap. Kind of like Sully and the coffee this morning. He grinned, casting a quick glance at his new lover. Lover. He savored the word. And truly, foolish as it might seem, he’d felt loved as though Sully made love to him, instead of simply fucking him. Even with Kayla, it hadn’t been like that, well… aside from the fact that she was a girl; it had seemed a burden to engage in sex with her.

  On the empty patio, Sully grabbed two bottles of beer from the cooler and pushed the sliding glass door open. They stepped inside to the muffled sound of voices at the front of the house. Devyn tried to pull his hand away, not wanting to be overt about what they’d been doing, bad enough both of them bore marks it was impossible to hide under a tank top. Sully just squeezed tighter, then drew his hand up to his mouth and began nibbling at his knuckles one by one.

  Devyn froze. Heat rose in his cheeks, and he silently cursed the pale skin that refused to tan. His lack of movement brought Sully to a stop, and the man raised an inquiring brow. Devyn opened his mouth, huffed a bit, and closed it. He tried again. “Umm… what…”

  Sully grinned broadly. “Oh… sorry… Oral fixation?” He dropped their hands and swung them between them as he led Devyn to the front of the house, where a quick glance around brought Devyn's visions of a happily ever after crashing down around his feet.

  Dude and Tally sat side by side on a long leather sofa, staring intently at a news story on a large screen TV. Devyn trembled and shook, and Sully’s hand clenched tightly around his own.

  The news program showed a photo of him with Kail in his arms leaving Kayla’s apartment building. The man on TV didn’t look loved and content. He looked furious and … bad.

  “Reports of a noncustodial parent kidnapping in Huntington Beach this afternoon. Kayla Starke, the child’s mother, returned home this afternoon to discover the child missing. Authorities ask that anyone with information leading to the retu
rn of Kail Starke to his family please call this hotline number. Last seen in company with this man, Devyn Starke, age twenty-two.”

  “Turn it off, please.” Sully sounded calm. Why wasn’t he yelling? Screaming at him? Was he going to call the police?

  “I can explain.” He offered feebly. “It’s not like they make it sound.”

  “I know it’s not.” Sully soothed, leading him to an armchair by the sofa. Sully settled into the chair and tugged Devyn into his lap before he could protest.

  “I don’t know it’s not.” Dude asserted. “Convince me why I shouldn’t turn you in right now. You knew about this?” He turned a hard gaze on Sully, who simply shrugged.

  “I knew something was up. I didn’t know what. Devyn was clearly ill at ease and not used to caring for Kail alone. Now, baby, why don’t you tell us how it really is?”

  “You realize, we could be reprimanded for this?” Dude interrupted before Devyn could respond, ignoring him to address Sully.

  “It’s not likely to come to that. He’s had Kail for over a week that I know of for sure. They moved into my building last week. So an hour to hear Devyn out isn’t going to make any difference, is it?”

  “Last week?” Incredulous, Dude leaned forward. “Give me one of those.” He snatched a beer from Sully and popped the cap. Sully relaxed slightly. Devyn tried to shift off his lap, but Sully wasn’t having any of that. “You,” Dude pointed at Devyn with the beer bottle. “Talk. I give you forty-five minutes to convince me that putting my career and his on the line is worthwhile. Start with why you introduced yourself as Strake.”

  “What? Career?” He appealed to Sully for help. Sully seemed conversant in Dude speak.

  “Dude is my partner. We’re HBPD. Guess you missed the cruiser when we were out by the garage. As for the name, I get it. Close enough to your own to remember, different enough not to be a red flag.”

  Shit. He was so fucked. “Let me just take Kail and go. I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me. I’m not worth it.”