Don't Read in the Closet volume one

by Various Authors

  Charlie was silent for another few seconds. When he spoke again, Sam had no doubt he was either going to offer platitudes because he didn’t feel the same way, or simply tell him to grow a pair and stop being a soppy idiot.

  “You pinning me against a wall in an alleyway and screwing me senseless.”

  Sam jerked his head up. “What?”

  “You asked me what I was thinking about when I was in the shower. I was thinking about you pinning—”

  Sam reached out and put his hand over Charlie’s mouth. He already had the image in his head, he didn’t need to hear it described again. He didn’t take his hand back until he saw the expression in the other man’s eyes change and become more serious.

  “You know, I think you owe me,” Charlie announced, the moment his mouth was free.

  Sam raised an eyebrow at him but he really didn’t know why he should feel surprised. Seriousness had never been Charlie’s strongest point.

  “It’s your fault I’m in this state,” Charlie said, waving a hand at his injuries. “If you hadn’t been pissing me off—winding me up, turning me on, then refusing to follow through—I’d never have been so distracted in the shower. And if you hadn’t stolen my hot water, I wouldn’t have fallen over, and—”

  “I’m not hurting you,” Sam said. He put everything he had into the statement.

  “I was thinking more along the lines of you lending me a hand actually.” He waved one injured limb toward his hard-on. “Since it’s your fault I can’t take matters into my own hands and all…”

  Sam looked down at his friend’s cock as if he’d never seen an erection before and had no idea what to do with one now that he had.

  At that point Sam’s body simply took over and made the decision without consulting his brain. His fingers curled around the other man’s cock and slowly stroked the velvety soft skin around his shaft. Sam watched his own hand’s movements, eyes wide open with shock at his own daring.

  He looked up as Charlie let out a sweet little mew of pleasure. Arching his back, the other man pushed his cock into Sam’s hand.

  “No.”

  Charlie looked up and met Sam’s eyes for a moment. “No?”

  “If you want my hand, you need to just stay still and take what I give you. The idea is for you to get off without jarring your joints any more than necessary, remember?” Sam said; his voice surprisingly level, all things considered.

  Very slowly, as if he was putting a great deal of thought into his decision, Charlie nodded. Taking a deep breath, he seemed to make a conscious effort to relax every muscle in his body. His gaze darted back to meet Sam’s eyes, as if looking for approval.

  “That’s good,” Sam said with a smile.

  His friend smiled at the praise.

  Sam began to move his hand again, slow and steady. Charlie had been hard for so long, Sam had no doubt it would be impossible for anyone to make him last for an entire marathon, but he was still determined to make sure that he didn’t waste his one opportunity by letting it turn into a sprint.

  Holding Charlie’s cock snugly against his palm, Sam circled the tip of the shaft with his thumb. Pre-cum smeared around the glans, slicking his touch, making Charlie moan for him.

  He was just helping his friend out, offering him a hand, looking after him. In spite of the glorious sight lying before him, Sam closed his eyes for a moment. He wasn’t hurting the other man. He was only ordering him about when it was for his own good. He wasn’t anything like the other men Charlie dated.

  When Sam opened his eyes, Charlie was just as gorgeous as ever. No, Sam corrected as he focused more carefully on his friend—more gorgeous. There was an air about him that Sam had never seen before. A kind of peace that he hadn’t believed the usually hyperactive guy was capable of.

  Sam slowed the movements of his hand even further as he studied his flat-mate. Charlie made no complaint, even though Sam knew his touch couldn’t be anything other than infuriatingly frustrating right then.

  Charlie’s muscles tensed once more, but he didn’t try to push Sam’s hand out of the way and take over himself. He just laid there, his teeth biting down hard on his bottom lip and took what he was given.

  Completely enthralled, Sam couldn’t help but praise his friend’s compliance by speeding his hand movements up a little. Charlie whimpered and closed his eyes.

  “Open your eyes,” Sam ordered.

  Charlie’s eyes stayed closed.

  “I won’t let you come if you don’t look at me.” Sam had no idea what deep, dark part of his psyche the threat came from, but it was effective.

  Charlie’s eyes sprung open. The very next moment, Sam tightened his fingers around his friend’s shaft, twisted his wrist on the upstroke and that was all he needed to do.

  Charlie arched off the sofa as he came, hard and fast against Sam’s palm. Sam never slowed his hand movements in the slightest. He pumped the other man through his orgasm, draining every drop of cum out of him. Long ropes of semen fell across the other man’s chest until he had nothing left to give.

  As Charlie slumped back against the sofa, his breaths coming in gasps, Sam could only stare down at him in awe. He’d never seen anything so dazzling in his life. For that matter, he’d never come so close to coming in his jeans from just jacking another guy off.

  Slowly removing his hand from the other man’s body, Sam reached into his first aid kit and found some wipes to clean his friend up with. That done, there was no reason for him to linger at Charlie’s side.

  “I’ll go and get you that blanket,” he mumbled as he rose to his feet and beat a hasty retreat.

  “You don’t want me to return the favour then?”

  Sam stopped short. “You’re not really in a position to,” he said, his voice a shadow of what it should have been. “That was the whole point, wasn’t it?”

  When no answer was immediately forthcoming, he looked over his shoulder.

  Charlie grinned as their eyes met. “There’s nothing wrong with my mouth.”

  No there wasn’t. Charlie’s mouth was full and pink and beautiful. It was so easy to believe that it had actually been designed specifically to suck cock.

  “You’ll hurt your ankle if you try to kneel,” Sam said.

  Charlie raised an eyebrow at him.

  It sounded like a pathetic excuse, even to Sam’s ears. Kneeling wasn’t essential, and even if it did hurt a bit, it wasn’t as if Charlie would mind—

  Sam cut that line of thought dead in its tracks. He turned away again.

  “Actually, I’m pretty sure we could work it so it wouldn’t hurt any part of me at all…” Charlie murmured. It was almost possible to believe that he was talking to himself, merely thinking out loud.

  Sam helplessly turned back toward the sofa once more. He wasn’t going to let Charlie get hurt, no matter how much he wanted to come, that was the important thing to remember. Folding his arms across his chest, he stared down at the other man. “How?”

  “Come here and I’ll show you,” Charlie offered.

  Sam’s feet made the decision for him. Charlie’s words had barely faded from the air before Sam reached his side.

  Charlie wriggled a bit, shuffling his naked form down the sofa a little. “It’ll probably work better if you take your jeans off,” he said.

  Sam studied Charlie for several long seconds. He wanted to get out of his jeans so badly, but still…

  “No. Tell me what you’re planning, then I’ll decide if I want to get naked for it.”

  “If you straddle my shoulders, you can use my mouth pretty much any way you want and I won’t have to move a muscle.”

  Sam damn near whimpered at the image that jumped into his head.

  “That would be worth getting naked for, right?” Charlie asked.

  It would be worth crawling through hell on his hands and knees for.

  Without Sam ever remembering making a conscious decision to do anything of the sort, he found himself completely naked. If
this was his one chance to have anything with the guy he’d fallen for, he had to take it. If he couldn’t have anything else, he had to have the memory to jack off to in the future…

  A moment later, he was completely absorbed with trying to work out how the hell he could straddle his friend’s shoulders without crushing him. He wasn’t exactly the smallest guy on the planet. He wasn’t the most coordinated while he was that turned on either, but somehow he managed it. With one knee on either side of Charlie’s shoulders, he cautiously pinned the other man’s torso to the sofa with the rest of his body.

  Carefully settling himself a little more comfortably across his friend’s body, Sam looked over his shoulder, trying to make sure he wasn’t putting too much pressure on Charlie’s ribs and making it difficult for him to breathe.

  “What the—?”

  Without any warning, wet heat surrounded the tip of Sam’s cock. He damn near forgot how to breathe himself. His hands had more sense than his brain and quickly slid themselves into Charlie’s hair to support his head.

  Groaning his pleasure Sam stared down and watched the other man’s cheeks hollow out as he sucked around the tip of his cock. An agile tongue caressed the tip of Sam’s erection again and again, sending waves of pleasure rolling through his body.

  Without thinking, Sam pushed forward, desperate to get more of that tongue moving against his cock, more of his shaft buried between the other man’s lips. His need was so great, he didn’t think about anything or anyone else. His grip tightened on Charlie’s hair as he buried himself to the hilt several times in quick succession.

  A loud moan brought him back to reality. Sam looked down at his friend, an apology already rushing to his lips.

  Charlie looked up at him in return, silently pleading with him not to stop. The moan had been full of nothing but pleasure.

  Sam helplessly rocked his hips forward again. He wasn’t hurting his friend, he wasn’t doing anything Charlie didn’t want. And, if he was acting like a selfish bastard, he was apparently the only person there who thought that was a bad thing.

  Holding Charlie’s head steady, Sam pushed his hips forward again, thrusting deep into his friend’s mouth. The other man’s tongue and lips worked him as well as they were able to at that angle, but Sam was the one in control of everything right then.

  That fact suddenly combined with a particularly talented move by Charlie’s tongue. Sam came, hard and fast, without even having a chance to warn the other man. Against all logic, Charlie didn’t seem to have any problem with that either. He swallowed everything down as if he could think of no greater treat than to swallow his flat-mate’s cum. He was lapping it up— figuratively, as well as literally.

  Even as Sam fell still, panting for breath, his head spinning with ecstasy, Charlie’s tongue continued to caress the slit at the tip of his cock, as if determined to get every damn drop out of him.

  It took every ounce of energy Charlie hadn’t drained from Sam’s body for Sam to pull away and collapse next to his lover rather than on top of him. The sofa wasn’t huge, but there was just enough room for them to lie there together, sated bodies pressed together from tip to toe.

  Sam’s world was very peaceful, very perfect for several long minutes, until an elbow dug into his ribs. Sam ignored it, not wanting to let go of the afterglow until he really had to. A few moments passed. Charlie squirmed next to him, kicking Sam with his good foot in the process.

  “If you don’t stop wriggling, I’m going to fetch another first aid kit and wrap you in bandages from head to foot. You won’t move a muscle for the rest of the night.”

  “Okay.”

  Sam lifted himself up onto one elbow and frowned down at his friend. It had been nothing more than a throw away comment, an attempt at an idle bit of threatening banter, but there had been nothing light-hearted about the way Charlie agreed to it.

  “I’ve been thinking. Maybe you should start tying me up on a regular basis, just to keep me out of trouble,” Charlie said, softly. “You could use bandages instead of leather if that would make you feel better about it.”

  Sam ran his fingers gently over the other man’s skin as he debated what the other man was offering him. If a little bit of play was all he could get then maybe he would be a fool not to take it. “You do need someone to look after you,” he allowed.

  “Yeah,” Charlie said, with a grin.

  Sam cleared his throat. “And someone to teach you some sense,” he added in a far less soppy tone of voice.

  Silence descended for a few moments.

  “Know what could be good to help me do that?” Charlie’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed rapidly, almost as if he was as nervous as Sam felt right then. “Spankings.”

  Sam frowned slightly. “I have no interest in punish—”

  “The spankings would be the reward,” Charlie cut in.

  Sam’s frown deepened.

  “I like pain. I go looking for pain,” Charlie said. “That’s not going to change. But maybe if there was someone who was willing to take control of me and give me that pain in a safe way…someone who cared about me, someone who would only ever give me as much as I enjoy, someone who could patch me up afterwards…”

  Sam started to shake his head.

  “I’m not asking you to be my sadist, Sam. I’m asking you to be my dom.”

  Sam hesitated, not able to meet the other man’s eye while he claimed no interest in that.

  “Don’t try to tell me that you don’t love the idea of having complete control over me,” Charlie warned.

  Sam lifted his gaze. It was a stupid question to ask, but he had to ask it any way. “Why?”

  Charlie blinked at him as if he didn’t have a clue what he was asking.

  “You’ve got guys falling over themselves to whip you senseless and I’m sure they wouldn’t object to ordering you about too. Why are you asking me instead of them? It’s sure as hell not because you’ve got the slightest instinct for self-preservation,” Sam said.

  Charlie shrugged slightly. “You said it yourself, Sam. A man can’t help who he falls in love with, can he?”

  Sam closed his eyes for a moment. That little bit of him that had been panicking ever since some very similar words left his lips earlier that night didn’t just relax—it grinned like an idiot.

  “I suppose a little bit of spanking wouldn’t be entirely out of the question,” Sam said, very slowly. “If you’re very good.”

  Charlie grinned up at him. His expression was full of relief, his eyes full of love. Sam, however, managed to keep his expression serious for just a few seconds longer—right up until their lips came together in their first ever kiss.

  THE END

  Author Info: Kim Dare is a twenty-eight year old full time writer from Wales (UK). First published in December 2008, Kim has since released over thirty BDSM erotic romances.

  While the stories range over male/male, male/female and all kinds of ménage relationships and have included vampires, time travellers, shape-shifters and fairytale re-tellings, they all have three things in common—kink, love and a happy ending.

  You can find out more about Kim and her writing on her website: www.kimdare.com

  S.J. Frost – A LITTLE BIT COUNTRY (Musicians/Rivals to Lovers)

  Selected by S.J. Frost

  Dear Author,

  These two men used to be rivals. A (country) music star who is the perfect son in law material and a volatile rock star with an attitude. The men have been at odds for years, the media fueling the rivalry. But somehow their animosity turned into tenderness. How did that happen?

  [PHOTO: Two naked, lean, dark-haired men sitting together share a kiss. The man in front leans back into the lap of his lover, who bends over him to press their mouths together. Eyes closed, arms and legs entwined, they share the moment.]

  Now, dear author, I realize this set up has the potential to produce a really sappy story. I personally hate sap and anything remotely resembling corniness. I hope
for cynicism, anger and explosive emotions (translating to HOT sex!). Oh: and tats and black eyeliner. :)

  Sincerely,

  Mel

  Genre: contemporary

  Tags: musicians, rivals to lovers

  Words: 28,560

  A LITTLE BIT COUNTRY

  by S.J. Frost

  CHAPTER 1

  “Goddamn it!”

  Drawing his arm back, Ash snapped it forward again, whipping the entertainment magazine across his dressing room. It hit the opposite wall, landing in a heap of crumpled pages on the floor.

  “What critic pissed you off now?” Jeremy asked, not bothering to look up from tuning his Fender Telecaster guitar.

  Ash turned on him. “It wasn’t a critic! I can handle those assholes. It was freakin’ Jackson Abrams again.”

  Laughter came from behind Ash. “After three years of bitching at each other in the media, you should be even more used to him than the critics.”

  Ash shot a glare over his shoulder at his drummer, Devin. “He gives me more shit than the damn critics!” He lifted a hand, ticking his statements off on his fingers as he spoke. “How I dress, the things I do, my hair-”

  “Well, you kind of deserve it with your hair sometimes,” Devin said. His dark brown gaze lifted to Ash’s yellow mohawk where streaks of red raced through it. “Or a lot of times.”

  Ash rolled his eyes at him and pointed at the mohawk. “Okay, I’ll give you this didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to, but I rock a lot of cool hairstyles.” He looked to his bass player. “You got my back on this one right, Chad?”

  The bass player shook his head. “Dude, I don’t think I can. Since you change your hair every time the wind blows, you’re gonna have a good style or two by default, but I wouldn’t really call that a lot.”

  Ash disregarded both Chad and Devin with a flip of his hand. “Whatever. As if you guys know anything about style.”

  His voice teasing, Devin said, “Maybe we don’t, but it sounds like Jackson does.”