by K. C. Wells
“To fuck, yes.” Rob locked gazes with him. “And just going by what you said, I thought you wanted that too.”
Vic paused for a moment, trying to remain composed. “I do, but what bothers me is why you want this.”
Rob blinked. Blinked again. “Are you seriously asking me why I want us to have sex?”
Vic shook his head. “Not quite. What I want to know is why you want to have sex—with me.” Before Rob could say a word, he plunged forward. “What I’m trying to say is, do you want this because you want… me? Or am I just the means to an end? Your way to experiment with a guy?”
Rob gaped. “Nice one, Vic. Way to kill the mood. What are you going to do for an encore—kick a puppy?”
“There’s no need to be flippan—”
“Who the hell is being flippant?” Rob widened his eyes, his hands clenched into fists. He took a couple of deep breaths. “No, you’re right, Vic. I’m just experimenting. I’ll tell you what. Let me go out and find some random guy to blow, instead of the man who’s been in my dreams the last few nights. Who’s been in my head a damn sight longer than that.”
Fuck. It was clear Rob was pissed.
And then his words registered.
“I was… in your dreams?”
Rob nodded, and Vic had to know.
“What was I doing?”
Rob’s expression softened. “Kissing me,” he said simply. In that moment it was as if all the fight melted out of him. He unclenched his fists and his shoulders sagged.
Vic stared. “That was it? Just… kissing?”
Rob gave a careful nod, his gaze focused on Vic. “Just kissing. And it was the most profound… beautiful….” He exhaled, a long breath that shuddered out of him. “I have no words.”
Neither did Vic. Then it occurred to him that, yes, he did have something to say.
“I’m sorry.” He had the feeling he’d just messed it up, big-time.
Rob tilted his head to one side. “Is this how you talk to your subs at the club? Do they get the nth degree before you fuck them?”
“No.”
“Then why with me?” he demanded quietly.
How the hell did Vic put into words what he couldn’t even get around in his head?
In the end he decided to keep it simple. “Because you’re… important.”
Rob’s breathing hitched.
Vic leaned in close and kissed him on the lips. “So, I guess I have to ask: are we good?”
Rob regarded him in silence for a moment. Finally he nodded. “We’re good.”
“Then maybe words aren’t what’s needed right now.” When Rob stilled, Vic gave him a warm smile. “Go upstairs and use the bathroom. Then take a nice, long, hot shower. I’ll meet you in my room.”
Rob frowned. “Shower? But I was just in the shower at the gym—”
Vic chuckled. “Correction—you were under the spray for a few minutes. And I don’t care if your hair got cleaned. I’m more concerned that the water finds its way to other parts of your anatomy.” He gave Rob a meaningful stare.
Rob opened his mouth to retaliate, but then his eyes widened. “Oh.”
Vic laughed. “And the penny drops.”
“Do you want me… naked?” Rob’s hesitancy was delightful.
Vic shook his head. “You can keep your towel on.” He wanted to listen to the hitch in Rob’s breathing as Vic leisurely removed it, between kisses.
There were going to be a lot of kisses.
Rob was still standing at the foot of the stairs. Vic gave him an amused glance. “You’re still here.”
Rob darted up the stairs as if his arse was on fire.
Vic smiled to himself as he went into the kitchen to decide on their dinner. Better keep it simple. He had a feeling Rob wouldn’t be up to cooking anything complicated by the time Vic was finished with him. The sound of the shower running filtered through from upstairs, and he chuckled to himself, wondering just how much effort Rob was putting into making himself squeaky clean.
By the time he reached the upper landing, the shower had stopped, steam wafting through the open bathroom door. Vic entered his bedroom and went over to the bedside cabinet to retrieve his supplies and place them on the bed. A slight noise behind him made him turn around.
Rob stood beside the bed, his hair still damp, a large white towel wrapped around his hips, his erection already pushing at it. Rob’s arms hung down at his sides, his palms pressed against his thighs, his chest rising and falling. Before Vic could say a word, however, Rob set Vic’s heart fluttering when he knelt carefully, his head bowed.
Oh.
What had Vic’s heart racing was that he hadn’t asked it of Rob. It had been his idea, and his submission was all the sweeter for being unsolicited.
He walked over to where Rob knelt and gently stroked his head. “Thank you,” he said quietly.
Rob tilted his chin to gaze up at him and then smiled as he leaned in to rub his face slowly against Vic’s denim-encased erection. Vic placed his hands on Rob’s head and held him there, shivering as Rob nuzzled his shaft.
The boy had good instincts, something he hadn’t expected.
“Stand up,” he instructed softly.
Rob rose to his feet, and Vic leaned in to kiss him on the mouth.
“Can… can I touch you?” Rob murmured against his lips.
Vic smiled. “Be my guest.”
Instantly Rob lifted his arms, and warm hands pressed against Vic’s cheek and the nape of his neck, then pulled him deeper into the kiss. He went with it, sliding his tongue between Rob’s lips to explore him, tasting the mint of his toothpaste. Rob fed low noises into his mouth, while he gently stroked the back of Vic’s head. His breathing stuttered when Vic trailed his fingers over Rob’s chest, pausing at his nipple to tweak it. Vic kissed his neck before licking a line down to Rob’s shoulders. When Rob shivered, he chuckled against the warm, clean skin.
“Hmm. You taste good.”
“Glad to hear it,” Rob whispered, shuddering as Vic stroked over his belly to reach the towel. Instead of removing it, he cupped Rob’s cock through the thick cloth, squeezing it. “Oh God.” The harsh groan rolled out of him.
Vic brought his lips to Rob’s ear. “Tell me something, Rob. Has anyone ever given you pleasure just because they wanted to?”
Rob stilled. “Of course. The girl I used to see said she loved to blow me.”
“And how did you know she wasn’t lying to you?” Vic straightened and looked Rob in the eye.
Rob gave him a startled glance. “Excuse me?”
Vic squeezed Rob’s shaft again, and Rob’s breathing grew shallow. “Did her eyes glisten as she went down on you? Did she lick her lips to moisten them before she took you in her mouth? While she pleasured you, did she look you in the eye? Could you see her hunger?” He pulled at the towel, and it slid easily from Rob’s body.
Rob groaned again. “I… I….”
Vic pushed him until Rob had backed up against the bed. “Was she talented? Could she take it all?” He glanced down to take a good look at Rob’s dick. It was a nice size, about six inches or maybe a little longer, and curved slightly to the right. It bobbed, as if begging for attention, already past half-mast.
Vic smiled to himself. He was about to give it all the attention it craved.
“Why are we talking about girls?” Rob asked, his voice rough. “You want me to find you a girl to suck you off, is that it?”
Vic shook his head. “No. Girls aren’t really my speed. I like giving pleasure to young men who appreciate it. Who love it when a skilled mouth can take them over the edge.”
“And is that what you’re going to do with me?” Rob’s eyes were large, his pupils huge. “Take me over the edge?”
Vic ran his fingers along Rob’s shaft, watching as a shudder rippled through him. He continued his sensual assault, touching Rob’s cock lightly, stroking down to his balls, then back up. He met Rob’s wide-eyed stare. “If you want me to.”
Rob swallowed as Vic pressed his thumb against his slit.
“All you have to do is ask.”
Say it, boy. Let me hear the words.
“Y-yes,” Rob stammered.
Vic smiled. “Yes, what?” He wrapped his fingers around Rob’s silky-soft length and tugged, ever so gently.
Rob inhaled deeply and locked gazes with him. “Take me over the edge, then. Suck me, fuck me, whatever you want. Please.”
Vic flicked his head toward the bed. “Lie back.”
His hesitancy fleeing, Rob lay down, his legs hanging over the side of the bed, and stared openmouthed at Vic.
“You can stop me at any time,” Vic told him. “Just say stop and I will.” He glanced down to where a clear bead of precome had formed at the tip of Rob’s dick, and unable to hold back any longer, he leaned forward and swiped it off with his tongue.
“Oh my God,” Rob whispered. He spread his arms wide, his fingers scrabbling to grab on to the duvet.
Vic leaned forward again to let his tongue slide up the shaft, and then when he reached the head, he opened his mouth and swallowed Rob down to the root.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Rob cried out, thrusting his hips forward even as he let go of the duvet and reached down to grab hold of Vic’s head, holding him there while he pumped into his mouth.
Normally Vic wouldn’t allow it. He was in charge, after all. But this once, he was willing to go at Rob’s pace. He gave himself up to the delicious task of making Rob come.
Which was going to be any second, judging by the cries that fell from Rob’s lips, the way he panted and shivered, and the lack of rhythm as he thrust deeper, hips rocking. When his dick swelled on Vic’s tongue, Vic knew the fight was over.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Rob groaned as he came, painting Vic’s tongue with his spunk.
When he stopped trembling, Vic released his softening cock, and Rob lay there, arm over his eyes. Vic wondered what was going through Rob’s mind.
Only one way to find out. And Vic was way too far away.
He crawled up onto the bed and lay beside Rob and rubbed his chest and belly. “Hey,” he said softly. “You okay?”
Rob shifted his arm enough to reveal one eye. “Okay? I feel like the Wicked Witch of the West.”
Vic stilled. “And how exactly is that?”
Rob dropped his arm to one side and grinned. “Fucking melted.”
Vic had to laugh. “You get bonus points for the Oz reference.” He bent over Rob and kissed him. It was lazy, hot, and with Rob beneath him, absolutely fucking perfect. When he broke the kiss and pulled back, Rob sighed with contentment.
“Yeah, well, you inspired it. But just out of curiosity, when can we go again?”
Vic arched his eyebrows. “Again?”
Rob nodded eagerly. “Well, yeah. I mean, round one was nice, but I’m ready for another go.”
Vic grinned. “Another go? What makes you think we’re finished with this one?” He stroked a single finger down Rob’s sticky cock before continuing its journey over his balls, while he grabbed Rob’s thigh and pulled it toward him, spreading him. Rob caught his breath as Vic kept moving until he encountered Rob’s hot little hole. Vic gave a languid smile. “We’re not done yet. I have more than a few plans for this.”
THERE’S MORE? Rob didn’t know if he should be thankful or terrified. He’d had a lot of sex, and up until that moment, he thought it had been pretty good, but fuck…. Never had he had such a mind-blowing orgasm. It was as though Vic had turned him inside out and pulled every drop of come from him until Rob’s balls had shriveled into raisins.
At first he’d really thought he’d find it easier to pretend he was with a girl, but the moment he saw the look on Vic’s face as he stroked Rob’s dick, all such thoughts had gone out the window.
Vic knelt up on the bed and began to remove his T-shirt, pulling at the back until it was over his head and off. Rob stared at the furry chest, the nipples that stood proud, the taut belly.
“Like what you see?” Vic asked. He winked. “Or are you missing certain bits?”
Rob laughed. “Don’t get me wrong. Tits are nice, they’re great to hold, kiss, suck….” He sat up and stroked his hand over Vic’s chest. “And up until today, I’d have said I was a tits man, but now?” He moved closer and rubbed his face against Vic, breathing him in, feeling the rasp of hair against his cheeks. “There’s something about your pecs that make me want to….”
“Make like I’m a cat or a puppy, and rub your face in my fur?” Vic finished for him.
Rob laughed against Vic’s belly. “You read my mind!” Then his laughter died when Vic took hold of Rob’s hand and guided it toward his crotch.
Rob breathed deeply as Vic covered Rob’s hand with his own and rubbed languidly over his obvious erection. The memory of what he’d seen in the shower, that heavy, long cock, a thick curved bar through its head, had Rob’s own shaft start to refill. And dammit, Vic saw.
“Oh, to be twenty-four again,” he sighed, letting go of Rob’s hand to unbutton his jeans. He loved the way Rob’s breathing caught when he slowly lowered the zip. “One of the sexiest sounds ever, I always think.”
Rob stared at him, a dazed look in his eyes. “Huh?”
“The sound of a zipper being lowered, because you know what’s coming.” Vic smiled. “The anticipation can be really heady.” He pushed at his jeans, opening just enough to reveal the base of his dick, the dark fuzz of hair above it. “That first glimpse of cock. Knowing where it’s going to end up.”
Rob swallowed. “Inside me.”
Vic nodded. “Still want that?”
Rob’s heartbeat raced, his breathing was shallow, and something deep in his belly was slowly beginning to unfurl, spreading heat throughout him, but yeah, Rob knew the answer to that question. “Fuck yes.”
Vic beamed. “Then on your back, beautiful boy. Head on the pillows.”
Rob shifted hurriedly to do as instructed. He lay there, his hand around his already stiffening dick, pulling on it gently while Vic removed his jeans. When Vic was finally—blessedly—naked, he knelt at Rob’s feet, knees apart, his cock jutting out from his body, metal glinting at the slit.
Rob couldn’t keep quiet any longer. “You’re going to… leave that in?”
Vic arched his eyebrows. “My PA?” He grinned. “Does the thought of my Prince Albert make you nervous?”
Rob managed a shrug. “I was careful before when I was—” His cheeks were warm.
“Blowing me, yes,” Vic finished for him, still grinning. “I did notice. And yes, I usually leave it in.” His eyes sparkled. “I’ve never had complaints about how it feels. Quite the opposite, in fact.” He cupped his balls and pulled them up so Rob could see—
“Another one?” There was a bar inserted in the skin between Vic’s balls and hole.
“You’ve never seen a guiche before? The perineum is a sensitive, erotic area, and the guiche draws attention to it.” Vic bent down and crawled up the bed toward Rob, his movements deliberate and sexy as hell, looking for all the world like a predator stalking his prey.
And that would be me.
Rob widened his legs as Vic approached, allowing him to crawl between them, until his head hovered above Rob’s.
“Ever rubbed yourself there when you’re wanking?” Vic asked, before kissing Rob’s chest and neck, moving higher.
“N-no,” Rob stammered, his breathing quickening with each sensual kiss.
“It’s like someone rubbing your prostate from the outside. Feels amazing.” Vic pulled back a little. “Maybe you need to experience this for yourself.” And before Rob could say a word, Vic shifted back, his hands on Rob’s thighs as he pushed them apart, until Rob lay there, more exposed than he’d ever been in his life.
“Shove a pillow under you,” Vic said suddenly. “Lift your arse higher.”
Rob grabbed for the nearest pillow, his fingers coming into contact with a couple of smooth foil squares. He glanced at
them, frowning. “Why do we need condoms?”
Vic stilled. “What do you mean, why do we need condoms?”
Rob shrugged. “I never used them.”
Vic’s eyes widened. “Why the hell not?”
Just like that, the atmosphere changed. It was like a frost had crept in through the open window. And Rob knew it was his doing.
“Jamie said they didn’t feel natural. He said there was nothing like sliding in raw.” When Vic gaped at him, Rob set his jaw. “What?” he asked defensively.
“Okay, you know what? Every pearl of wisdom Jamie ever shared with you? Forget it. It never happened, because things like that are apt to get you into a world of trouble.”
Rob frowned. “How?”
Vic sat back on his haunches. “How? Really? So all these girls you fucked… they let you do it without condoms?” When Rob nodded, Vic shook his head. “You…. Oh my God, Rob! You’re lucky you didn’t end up with a disease or a pregnant girl.”
“They all said they took precautions.”
Vic opened his mouth to say something, then shut it. He rubbed his hand over his head. “I’m sorry. I keep forgetting, you’re not gay.”
“What does that have to do with it?” Rob was lost.
Vic arched his eyebrows. “Even at twenty-four, you have to know what HIV is.”
“Of course.” Rob bristled slightly. “I’m not stupid.”
Vic sighed. “No, you’re not—appearances to the contrary. But growing up as a gay man means there are certain rules I live by. Things other gay men have learned the hard way. And one of the most important of those rules is that, no matter who you’re with, unless it’s a loving and committed relationship, you do not go bareback.” He met Rob’s gaze. “Times change, preventative methods change with them, and there are meds out there that may have changed gay sex forever, things you might not know about….” He paused, his expression thoughtful. “Condoms are more than a means of preventing pregnancy, okay? STIs, HIV…. And that leads me to the other important rule.”
“Which is?” Rob felt like an idiot.
“We get tested, regularly. We never put anyone at risk.”
The skin on Rob’s arms prickled as the hairs stood on end. “Have you ever… I mean, have you ever been in a relationship where you….” He couldn’t explain the mood that had just crept over him. The thought of Vic and some other guy being so close, so… connected that they fucked without protection made him ache inside.