An Unlocked Mind

by K. C. Wells

  Vic regarded him steadily. “No, I haven’t.” Something flashed across his face, something Rob couldn’t get a handle on. “Maybe one day.”

  Slowly Rob sat up and put his head in his hands. “I fucked this up, didn’t I?”

  The mattress dipped, and then strong arms wound their way around him, pulling him upright. Vic whispered in his ear. “No, but you killed the mood a bit. Look at it this way: at least you didn’t go as far as kicking a puppy, right?”

  Rob chuckled, unable to help himself.

  “So how about we get dressed and then go downstairs to make some dinner? Together?”

  He nodded. “Dinner sounds good.” He couldn’t shift the idea that he’d just ruined whatever was brewing between him and Vic.

  Then Vic kissed him on the lips, a slow, thorough kiss that made him tingle inside. “And just so we’re clear? This is a postponement.” His hands were warm and gentle on Rob’s back.

  “Promise?” Rob gazed into gray eyes that held nothing but kindness.

  Vic smiled. “Promise.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  VIC WAS feeling very content. Dinner was over, the couch was comfy, and Rob was beside him, leaning against him, watching a film on TV.

  This close proximity was new, but Vic wasn’t complaining. It felt good to have him close enough that Vic could feel the heat of Rob’s body through his thin sweatpants and T-shirt. He couldn’t help but be relieved too. Rob had been quiet through dinner, and Vic guessed their earlier conversation was still on his mind.

  At least he’s not sitting at the opposite end of the couch. That would definitely have been a step backward. Maybe the conversation had cleared up a few things. This had to be a giant learning curve for Rob, but it was better to let him know certain facts sooner rather than later.

  Vic did feel for him, however. Blue balls were never fun.

  Not that I intend him to suffer them for long. The condom and packet of lube were burning a hole in his jeans pocket, and Vic was in let’s-wait-and-see mode. Rob wasn’t the only one with blue balls.

  He shut out the film and brought up an image in his mind: Rob, naked on his bed, legs spread, slowly pulling on that pretty cock, waiting for him….

  Then he remembered. I’m the one in charge around here.

  Vic smiled to himself. He loved being the Dom.

  Moving as surreptitiously as possible, he popped the button free on his waistband and slid the zipper down. He stifled a chuckle when Rob stiffened. I swear I just saw his ears twitch.

  Vic couldn’t resist. “Hear something interesting?”

  Rob turned his head and glanced down at Vic’s crotch, where Vic had pulled his already half-hard dick free of his jeans. He held it around the base, listening as Rob’s breathing changed, becoming shallower, more rapid. When Rob didn’t move, however, Vic decided he needed a push in the right direction.

  “Suck it,” he demanded, and waited for Rob’s reaction.

  He doesn’t have to obey me. I’m not his Dom. Another thought followed swiftly. Not yet.

  Rob hesitated for a second or two before getting off the couch and kneeling in front of Vic.

  “Good boy,” Vic praised, shoving his jeans roughly over his hips and down to his ankles. “Take them off.”

  Rob tugged the jeans from him and then moved between Vic’s legs, his hands on Vic’s thighs. He glanced up at Vic, as if waiting for permission.

  Vic smiled. “Now, flick the bar with your tongue. You can even tug on it gently. Get used to how it feels in your mouth.”

  Something flashed in Rob’s eyes. “This is going to be a regular thing, then?”

  Vic nodded calmly, although inside he was vibrating. Go on, Rob. Show me what you can do.

  Haltingly, Rob leaned over until his lips were inches away from Vic’s cock. That first heady rush of arousal was delicious as he licked over the taut head before taking it into his mouth. Vic shuddered at the sensation of wet heat, and stroked Rob’s back. “That’s it… perfect.”

  The small sigh of contentment that escaped Rob’s lips said more than words.

  Vic did his best not to fuck Rob’s mouth, but God, the effort required not to thrust deeper. He had to remind himself that this was no trained sub, adept at sucking the come right out of him. This was Rob. More importantly, this was Rob’s first time at giving head, and Vic wanted to offer him as much encouragement as possible. He confined himself to a gentle rocking in and out of Rob’s mouth, murmuring praise as Rob gained in confidence. Besides, the aim was not to come down Rob’s throat. The aim was to get Vic hard so he could fuck him. And judging by the ache in his cock and the tingle in his balls, they were more than ready.

  “Enough,” he called out when Rob tugged on his bar while gently rubbing over his guiche at the same time.

  Rob sat up, wiping his mouth and grinning. “Did I do all right?”

  Vic lightly cuffed his ear. “I have to answer that? You mean, hearing me tell you what a bloody good job you were doing wasn’t evidence enough?”

  Rob chuckled. “Fine, but I want to know if I get a C or was it good enough to get me an A.”

  Vic grabbed him and pushed him down onto the couch on his back. “You’re teacher’s pet right now. Is that good enough for you?” Then he stole Rob’s breath away when he pulled down his sweatpants, grinning when Rob’s dick bobbed up, unfettered by underwear. “Hmm, were we anticipating some attention?”

  “Living in hope, more like,” Rob said, tugging off his own T-shirt.

  Vic laughed. “Your eagerness is gratifying.” Before Rob could make a comeback, Vic grabbed Rob’s ankles and pushed them toward his ears, rolling his arse up off the seat cushion. Without hesitating, he dove in, heading straight for that tight little hole with eager fingers.

  OH MY fucking God.

  A harsh cry of mingled astonishment and pleasure was torn from Rob’s lips when Vic stroked over his hole.

  “Never played with your own hole?” Vic asked, all the while circling and stroking, circling and stroking.

  “No,” Rob gasped. It should have felt so wrong to be touched there, but fuck….

  Vic reached into the pocket of his jeans, which lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, and grabbed the condoms and a packet of lube. Rob knew what was about to happen, and he wanted it. Here. Hard. When Vic reached down and hefted Rob into his arms, Rob started to protest, but Vic cut him off with a kiss. When Vic pulled back, Rob knew he had to have a dreamy expression on his face.

  “What are you doing?”

  Vic smiled down at him. “Taking you to my bed. I want you somewhere we’re both going to feel comfortable.” It warmed Rob that Vic wanted something more than a couch for their first time together, not to mention his first time with a man.

  When they reached the bedroom, Vic laid Rob gently on the bed. Rob scooted back and stared at Vic. He swallowed hard, and knew Vic had made the right choice by bringing him in here. Rob wasn’t sure what to expect, but he liked that Vic was going to take care of him.

  God, I want this. I want him.

  Since that visit to Kew, Rob had both wanted and dreaded this moment. And now that they were finally there? He wasn’t afraid. Well, maybe a little nervous. His breathing hitched as Vic climbed onto the bed. Rob reached out and stroked his fingers over Vic’s arm. He was more than ready for this.

  Vic tore the sachet of lube open and squeezed some of its contents onto his fingers.

  Rob groaned when Vic slowly pressed into him, his gaze trained on Rob’s face.

  Vic nodded calmly. “Have to get you ready for my cock.”

  Rob closed his eyes. Fuck. He was lying naked on a bed, his hole on display, and a beautiful bear of a man was driving him crazy, getting ready to fuck him.

  “Look at me.” Vic’s voice was low but insistent.

  Rob opened his eyes and stared up into Vic’s face as he bent over him, slowly sliding a finger inside him.

  “That’s it,” Vic said warmly. “Focus on my fac
e, my voice. Because all the while I’m inside you, I’m going to be right here where you can see me. Where I can kiss you.” He shifted position, until Rob could feel Vic’s heat against his arse. Then he caught his breath as Vic took hold of his hand and brought it down to Vic’s cock. “Once I have the condom on, you’re going to guide me into you,” Vic said softly. “We only do this at your pace, okay?”

  Rob nodded, his heart pounding.

  Vic waited until the head of his dick was in position, and then he bent lower to kiss him. Rob put his arms around Vic and held him tight, feeding low moans of anticipation and desire between Vic’s lips. Vic didn’t enter him, but kept still, his mouth moving over Rob as he covered his shoulders, neck, and chest with leisurely kisses. Rob’s dick lay against his belly, stiff and flushed. He ignored the pull in him to touch it, because he knew exactly what would happen the second his fingers came into contact with it.

  Rob was going to come like he was Vesuvius, and it was Volcano Day.

  Vic pushed Rob’s ankles until he was bent double and then slowly rubbed his cock over Rob’s hole. Rob was pinned to the mattress by Vic’s weight, and fuck, he loved the way that felt.

  Vic kissed him on the lips and then met his gaze, his own breathing more erratic. “Okay. I’m going to put on the condom and then you’re in charge.” Vic tore open the foil and unrolled the condom over his dick, covering his piercing.

  Rob managed a single nod, his breathing labored. “Will… will I still be able to feel that, even with the condom?”

  Vic smiled. “So I’m told.” He wiped lube over his length and then set the packet aside. “For when you want to bring yourself off.”

  Rob widened his eyes. “Fuck, I’m not gonna touch it. I do that and it’s all over.”

  Vic chuckled. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” He grasped Rob’s hand and brought it to his heavy dick. “Okay. Nice and slow.” He stroked Rob’s cheek. “Just remember what I said. The first time is—”

  “I know, I know,” Rob interjected hastily, “but can we not mention that right now?” He tried to ignore that voice in his head telling him that no fucking way was that going to fit. Rob wrapped slick fingers around Vic’s thick shaft and slowly, carefully, eased the head into his body.

  Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. He froze immediately, waiting for the burn to fade, for the stretched feeling to become less intense. Vic remained still, his focus on Rob’s face.

  This was so not what Rob had expected.

  No frantic fucking, no reaming his arse with what felt like a cattle prod. Instead, Vic was gentle, considerate, and true to his word. Their mouths met in kiss after kiss, and Rob let himself go.

  “That’s it,” Vic murmured above him, kissing his neck. “Let me in slowly.”

  Rob breathed more easily, and as his body relaxed, Vic slid a little deeper.

  Vic nodded, his gaze focused on Rob’s eyes. “It’s easier the more relaxed you are. Breathe, and let it happen.”

  Rob inhaled deeply, and groaned when Vic slid into him a little farther.

  “Nearly there,” Vic said, smiling. He stilled, his lips pressing against Rob’s neck before returning to take his mouth, the kiss growing in heat when Rob let go of Vic’s cock and wrapped his arms around Vic’s wide back to pull him firmly against him. Vic nodded. “I’m halfway inside you, and it feels amazing. Your body is tight around my cock… so hot.”

  “Kiss me?” Rob needed to feel Vic’s lips on his skin, his hands stroking Rob’s body. Vic pinned him to the mattress, but it wasn’t an oppressive feeling. Instead, he felt surrounded by strength, secure in the knowledge that Vic would take care of him. He met Vic’s gaze and brought his hand up to Vic’s nape. “Okay, I’m ready for more.” He reached down again, wanting to feel their connection, to feel Vic’s cock penetrate him.

  Vic began to move, his thick dick sliding leisurely through Rob’s fingers as he eased in and out of him, the pace gentle, unhurried, like they had all the time in the world. Rob closed his eyes and breathed, aware for the first time that it was starting to feel good, less of a burn, more like a delicious friction that made his toes curl and his balls tingle. Then he realized Vic was all the way inside him.

  Vic stilled for a moment and gazed into Rob’s eyes, before he took his mouth in a lingering kiss while he started to move in and out of him, the pace lazy. He buried his face in Rob’s neck and kissed him there. “Going to change position,” Vic said in a low voice. He stayed inside Rob while he shifted to lie curled around him, Rob’s leg hooked over his arm. Vic slipped an arm under Rob’s neck and suddenly his hands were everywhere, touching Rob, caressing him, stroking his cock. Rob clung to him as they kissed, aware that now he was pushing down on Vic’s dick, moving with him. His own cock was jerking against his belly, leaving precome where it touched.

  “Can I move a little faster?” Vic asked, his fingers brushing over the head of Rob’s dick.

  Rob nodded and grabbed hold of Vic’s hand, their fingers laced. Vic picked up the pace and rocked into him, hips rolling as he moved in and out, the friction increasing.

  Rob wasn’t sure how much longer he could last.

  Vic let out a soft gasp against his lips. “Sorry, but you feel too good.” He stiffened, and Rob felt Vic’s dick throb inside him. Elation surged through him. I did that. Vic groaned, his face buried in Rob’s neck, his cock all the way inside him. Rob let go of his hand, cupped the back of Vic’s head, and pulled him into a kiss. Vic moaned softly, and Rob’s heart soared at the thought of bringing him pleasure.

  Fuck. When did sex ever feel this good?

  Then he cried out when Vic wrapped a hand around his cock, and that was it, game over. Rob shuddered as he came over his belly, tremors spreading out along his arms and legs as he gave himself up to an orgasm unlike any he’d had before.

  “That’s it. Fuck, look at you. So beautiful when you just let go.”

  Vic’s words filtered through the fog of sensual pleasure that enveloped him, and pride filled him. When the last drops of come lay on his skin, Rob pressed his face to Vic’s damp chest, breathing him in as they lay there. Sweat covered Rob’s chest, and he was aware of aches and twinges that were only then starting to make themselves known. Vic eased his cock from Rob’s body, and the sense of being… disconnected created an entirely new kind of ache.

  This one was in his heart.

  ROB’S FIRST impression upon waking was of being surrounded by warmth. He reached down and found Vic’s arm wrapped around his waist, holding him close. How bloody ironic. All those times Rob had been with someone and they’d wanted to cuddle after sleeping together? Rob had just wanted them to go. He’d had his thrill and the moment had passed. But this? He could lie there for hours quite happily.

  Speaking of lying…. Why am I still in Vic’s bed?

  He vaguely remembered waking up after a doze, the pair of them sticky as hell. Then it came back to him. When he’d emerged from the shower, Vic had called him into his bedroom, and….

  Yeah. More kisses. Rob had the impression that they’d fallen asleep kissing. I spent the night in Vic’s bed, in his arms. The thought only added to the warmth he was already experiencing. Talk about a night of firsts. He could lie here for hours and just play the previous night over and over again in his head.

  His rumbling stomach apparently had other ideas.

  “I’m hungry too,” Vic murmured against his neck. “But then, good sex always helps me work up quite an appetite.” He pressed his lips to Rob’s shoulder in another gentle kiss. “Especially when it was very, very good sex.”

  Rob didn’t know what to say. Thank you? Likewise? But it filled him with pleasure that Vic had clearly enjoyed it as much as he had. He sat up and hissed when his bum touched the bed. God, how could I ever have said gay men were weak? Taking a dick up your arse isn’t for wimps.

  “You okay?”

  Rob turned and glared at Vic. “I’m fine.”

  “A little tender? I did warn you, rem
ember.”

  Rob rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know.” The temptation to downplay the… aftereffects was huge, but Rob was trying to get out of the habit of lying. Especially with Vic. “I thought maybe you might be exaggerating the whole thing, but now that I’ve had that baseball bat of yours shoved up my arse, I can see you weren’t. It fucking hurts.” What he couldn’t understand was why it was a good hurt.

  Vic grinned. “That was you telling me I could move faster, right?”

  “That’s not how I remember it,” Rob retorted. “You asked. I just nodded.”

  “Then next time I’ll be sure to get a verbal agreement,” Vic said promptly.

  Next time? The way his hole was feeling right then, the mere thought should have been enough to make his dick shrivel up. Only it seemed Rob’s cock liked the idea, judging by the way it started filling.

  Not that Rob was about to let Vic see. He gave Vic a stern look that was totally fake. “You’re not getting near my arse again for at least a week.”

  Vic ran a finger down Rob’s spine, which sent shivers throughout his body. “A week, you say?” He dipped the finger lower, just grazing the crease of Rob’s cheeks.

  Rob let out a low moan. “Maybe a few days,” he amended, leaning forward to give Vic better access.

  When Vic scooted to the end of the bed and drew Rob into his arms, Rob leaned back and luxuriated in his body heat.

  “We’ll give it a few days’ rest, then.”

  What? “Don’t be hasty,” Rob said quickly. “I mean….”

  Vic laughed. “Busted. You’ll never win an Oscar.” Then he nodded. “You’re right. You should have a day to recover. The ache will pass, especially if you have a warm bath.”

  If a fucking bath helped, Rob wanted one now. But….

  “Vic?”