by Shawn Lane
Billy closed his eyes as Mitch removed his shirt entirely and placed kisses all over his face, then down his throat to his chest. Mitch’s tongue lapped at a nipple.
“Oh, God,” Billy moaned.
Mitch’s fingers now pulled at the snap of Billy’s jeans. Billy lifted his hips, allowing Mitch to pull the jeans and his briefs down and off. He kept his eyes closed, feeling vulnerable being naked with Mitch still clothed. The feel of Mitch’s cotton shirt rubbing against his chest, his stomach, had Billy gasping.
He scooted a hand down to his cock, unable to resist touching himself. Billy wrapped his fingers around his length, unable to stop a groan from spilling from his lips.
“God, you’re so sexy like that. Hold on, getting the lube and condom.” He pressed a kiss to Billy’s lips. “Keep your eyes closed.”
Billy bit his lip, increasing the speed of his strokes, reaching down to roll his balls between his thumb and index finger.
He could hear Mitch rifling through a nearby drawer. Billy’s breath hitched. He could barely believe he was here on Mitch’s bed, waiting for his fantasy man to fuck him.
Mitch knelt on the bed beside him once more, then covered Billy’s body with his own. Temporarily releasing his erection, Billy ran his hands over Mitch’s bare muscled back.
“Your body is amazing,” Billy whispered.
“Mmm.” Mitch’s lips lowered to his, devouring, his tongue thrusting inside. Billy’s head swam with desire. “Want to taste you.”
Billy could hardly think as Mitch inched down his body, trailing kisses down Billy’s torso as he went. His stomach quivered.
His legs were lifted by two strong hands. Holding his breath, Billy waited. It was excruciating waiting for Mitch’s hot mouth to engulf him.
And then it happened. Scorching breath hit the cool tip of his cock. Billy almost came then. He gritted his teeth and clawed at the covers beneath him. His cock was drawn deep into Mitch’s mouth. Billy’s eyes rolled back into his head as wave after wave of hot molten lust flowed through him. He drove into the sinful mouth sucking him.
“God, God, yes. Mitch!”
Mitch hummed around his cock in response, sending jolts through his shaft. The sound of lube squirting out had Billy groaning and shaking with the need to come. Mitch’s fingers slipped between Billy’s cheeks and inside his hole. The fingers expertly spread him, loosening him up. He remembered how large Mitch was even all these years later.
His cock was released with a loud pop, it slapped against his thigh.
“Please,” he begged, too turned on to care how pathetic he probably sounded. “Fuck me.”
“I will.” A tear of a foil packet and more lube being squeezed out.
He used one hand to brace himself as he tilted up for better access; the other he returned to stroking his now nearly ready to explode dick.
Mitch reached for him, grabbing his legs and scooting him along the bed closer. “Still have those eyes closed?”
“Yes.”
“Mmm, good.”
So good.
The man began to push into him, stretching his hole, sliding relatively easy past the ring of muscle. He tightened around Mitch’s cock, feeling a slight sting. Easier than the first time they’d tried it.
“Damn,” Mitch breathed out, then suddenly lunged forward, burying himself deep inside Billy.
“Ah, geez, you’re big,” Billy said with a half-hearted protest. He huffed a laugh.
“You’re almost as tight as the first time,” Mitch ground out.
Billy opened his mouth on a retort, but when Mitch moved, thrust, pulled out and pushed in again, he lost whatever he was going to say. The body slamming into his became his only focus.
Well, not the only one. Billy jerked himself hard and fast, almost a match to the pounding his ass was getting. The bed creaked and groaned under them, but instead of causing Mitch to go slower or become gentler, he increased his pace and the power of his near punishing thrusts.
Billy’s balls drew tighter and tighter, his belly and spine tingling with the approach of his release.
“Uhhhh,” Billy gasped, as his cock jumped in his fist, an eruption of cum oozing over his fingers.
Mitch slammed harder into Billy’s ass and Billy’s eyes flew open, wanting to see Mitch’s expression as he came. Beads of sweat appeared on Mitch’s forehead and his face was red from exertion.
“Oh God!” Mitch shouted, jerking over and over inside of Billy. His eyes widened with his release, his cheeks flushed dark red.
Too worn out to move, Billy watched as Mitch withdrew and got off the bed. His eyelids were heavy and threatening to close once more. He supposed he ought to say something. Like, maybe, “I’ll leave as soon as I catch my breath.” Something like that. He didn’t want Mitch to think he didn’t know this was just another one-night stand. But he couldn’t make himself speak. Couldn’t expend the effort.
And then Mitch returned to the bed and drew him into his arms and Billy forgot he should be leaving.
Chapter 3
Billy woke to rather loud snoring and for a moment he nearly forgot he was in Mitch Crestfield’s bed. But not really. That was something he couldn’t really forget. That had been the problem, though, hadn’t it?
He leaned up on his elbow and stared down at the sleeping man. They’d never turned off the bedroom light when they’d fallen asleep, so he could see Mitch in all his vulnerability. His full lips were slightly parted, his cheeks still a little pinked, his dark hair adorably mussed. Billy’s heart squeezed. He should get up, dress, and go. Before the awkward talk.
Mitch’s eyes fluttered open, their blueness so intense Billy’s breath caught in his throat. “Hey.”
He forced a smile. “Hey yourself. I was just getting up to go.”
“Again?”
Billy blinked. “What?”
Mitch shook his head. “It was you who walked out before. You ran away.”
“I-I didn’t.” But he had, actually. In the middle of the night, Billy had gotten out of bed, dressed, and gone home. Without a word to Mitch. “Well, I figured I’d do us a both a favor and save you from telling me to get out.”
The other man shifted until Billy was suddenly flat on his back and Mitch loomed over him, his mouth a grim line.
“What were that last words I said before we went to sleep that night, Billy?”
Billy thought about it. It wasn’t that hard to remember. That night was etched on his brain. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Yeah.” Mitch sighed. “Did that sound like I wanted you out?”
“Well, I…I just thought you’d regret it. You know? You’d been drinking and not thinking.”
“You didn’t even give me a chance, Billy.”
“You could have contacted me after I left,” Billy said, cringing at the accusation in his own voice. “You didn’t.”
“I know. I thought maybe you regretted it yourself.” Mitch straightened and swung out of bed. He walked over to his bathroom and took a terry cloth robe off the back of the door, which he then wrapped around himself. “I figured you needed some time to think. I hoped you’d come back that day, but you didn’t. And the next day I had to go back to the university. I was only home for Dad’s funeral.”
Billy sat up in the bed, hugging his knees. “You were straight. Or I thought you were. I thought you were drunk and so full of grief you would have done anything.”
Mitch rolled his eyes. “Seriously? You think every straight guy who drinks will just fuck the nearest guy?”
“Well.” He blushed. “No.”
Mitch came to sit on the bed not far from Billy. “Did it never occur to you I actually was attracted to you?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
Billy sighed. “Because I’d had a crush on you through high school and I was just Andy’s geeky brother.”
Mitch scooted closer and reached for Billy’s hand. “You just have never gotten your appeal have
you? Jesus, don’t you ever look in the mirror? Billy, you are gorgeous. So hot. And you always have been.”
Billy looked away. “Yeah right.”
“You are,” Mitch said softly. “I was so attracted to you, Billy. The truth was I didn’t know how to approach you. You were Andy’s brother and you were the first guy I had ever been attracted to.”
He looked up at Mitch through his lashes. “Really?”
“Really. I’d always liked girls, I knew that. But I’d look at you across the school hanging out with your friends, laughing and having fun, and I couldn’t look away. I actually started following you a little, like a stalker or something, just so I could see your smile.” Mitch’s cheeks pinked.
Billy’s throat clogged and he swallowed past the lump. His stomach clenched. “I…I never knew that.”
Mitch shrugged, a little smile tugging at his lips. “How could I tell you in school? I wasn’t sure what was going on myself. I knew I wasn’t gay. But yet I couldn’t stop thinking about Andy’s kid brother.”
“Well, I knew I was gay.” Billy admitted. “And I had always liked you. When you’d come to our house to see Andy, I always made sure I was around so I could catch a glimpse of you.”
He knew he was bright as a lobster, his face was so inflamed, but he was confessing all now, he guessed. He still couldn’t get over hearing Mitch had liked him.
“I loved those times, too. I would even ask Andy, is Billy going to be home? And he’d look at me like I’d lost my damn mind. I couldn’t help it because you were too cute.”
“I was a dork is what I was.” But Billy grinned.
“When I got out of high school and went off to college, I noticed other guys I found attractive, too,” Mitch said. “But I also still found girls hot, so I finally accepted I was bisexual.”
Billy studied his hands. “That night…you were my first.”
“I know. You were my first guy, too.” Mitch smoothed his hand over Billy’s thigh. “If I hadn’t been drinking that night because of my dad’s murder and you hadn’t come over I’m not sure I ever would have acted on my attraction to you, Billy. You were Andy’s brother and I didn’t want anything we might do to get between my friendship with him.”
Billy raised his gaze and met those blue eyes that haunted his dreams. “So, maybe then, it was best it was a one-night thing.”
“I don’t feel that way. I didn’t then, either. I thought maybe you used me, though.”
“What?” Billy knew his mouth was agape, but really…what? “Used you?”
Mitch shrugged. “To get your virginity over with. And once I’d done that, you didn’t need to look back. Hell, after our night together, you made sure you weren’t around if I came over with Andy. Admit you avoided me.”
“I did avoid you, but not because I used you to take my virginity. I thought it would be too awkward between us.”
“All this shit, everything, the last six fucking years, could have been avoided if we had just talked, Billy. If you hadn’t just assumed I was some experimenting drunk jock.”
He bit his lip. Was it true? Had it really been his fault? But communication worked both ways, didn’t it? “Yeah. I made some mistakes. But you did, too, Mitch. You could have told me all this then. You could have found a way.”
“Yeah.” Mitch nodded. “Hell, maybe we weren’t mature enough then to handle what was between us six years ago.”
“You think?”
Mitch pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him. “Listen, I asked Andy to invite you tonight. I used the lottery win as an excuse.”
Billy blinked. “But, wait, you did hit it big, didn’t you? It was in the paper and everything.”
Mitch grinned. “Yes, I really did win. But I wanted you there. I thought, what better excuse to have you there than at a party for the ultimate reason? I just hoped you would come.”
“I almost didn’t.”
“I know,” Mitch said. “Andy said he had to practically drag you kicking and screaming. But you did come and so I had my chance.”
“Your chance for what?” Billy whispered.
“To get you like this again. To do it right this time. To convince you we deserved a chance at more than one night.”
“People will think I had sex with you because you won the lottery,” Billy joked. But his heart had sped up and leapt with what might have been hope. Maybe they could work on a future together.
Mitch laughed. “I doubt it. More likely they’ll think that now that I have money I think I can get a hot young stud.”
Billy rolled his eyes. “Please.”
Leaning down, Mitch thoroughly kissed Billy. He clung to the lapels of Mitch’s robe, noticing his cock was definitely perking up all over again.
Mitch came up for air. He rubbed his thumb over Billy’s swollen lip. “I don’t care what people think about us. I stopped caring when I came out a few years ago as bisexual. People who don’t like who or what I am, they just don’t matter. What matters about a relationship between us is if we want it. What we think of it. No one else.”
“Okay.”
Mitch raised an eyebrow. “Okay? Does that mean you want to stay until morning?”
Billy smiled. “It means that for sure.”
“And?” Mitch lowered him to the mattress and covered his body with his own.
“We deserve a chance at more than one night.” Billy thought about that. They’d had one night. “More than two nights.”
Mitch grinned impishly. “Or even three.”
“Or even three,” Billy agreed, pulling Mitch down for a kiss.
THE END
ABOUT SHAWN LANE
Shawn Lane is a multi-published author of gay romances and believes love and passion know no boundaries. Happily Ever After is for everyone.
She has been published by Loose Id, Ellora's Cave, Amber Quill Press, Dreamspinner Press, and Evernight Publishing.
Shawn lives in California and holds down a boring day job in a legal department of a giant corporation dreaming of the nights and weekends when she can create new stories.
For more information, visit smlgr8.blogspot.com.
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