by Mel Spenser
Nick let go of the rail and was about to leave the room to go down to the pool area. Then he stopped and watched.
The guy must have said something, because Andy raised his head and shielded his eyes to look at the man. No sign of panic in Andy's body language, Nick realized with relief. It must not be Lee after all. Then the guy sat down in the chair next to Andy. Nick's mouth dropped open. What the fuck?
Nick watched them talk for a few minutes. The guy was smiling and really turning on the charm. He'd moved to the edge of his chair, closing the space between them. The bastard was coming on to Andy. Nick felt a sudden surge of jealousy and his eyes narrowed. He had to fight the urge to go down to the pool area to stake his claim.
Instead, he just watched. And he was getting pissed.
Finally, in what seemed like forever to Nick, Andy got up to leave. The other guy stood up, too. They talked a little bit longer, and then Andy turned and headed back into the hotel with his T-shirt flung over his shoulder. The guy continued to stand there, admiring Andy's retreating backside. Nick frowned. The bastard was checking him out. He felt a rush of possession that he had never experienced before. He stood there glaring at the guy from the balcony for a few more moments after Andy had entered the hotel.
It wasn't long before Andy returned to the room. Nick was leaning against the dresser with his arms crossed when Andy came in. Andy tossed his damp T-shirt into the bathroom as he walked past it. Then Andy strolled up to Nick and gave him a kiss.
"Hey, you."
Nick grunted. Andy looked at Nick and raised his eyebrows.
"Uh, what's up?"
"You tell me," Nick said.
"Huh?"
"You looked pretty damned chummy down there."
"Oh, you saw that, did you?"
Nick didn't reply. He looked like he was actually pouting.
Andy busted out in a huge smile. "You jealous?"
Nick gave a snort and shrugged his shoulders. He turned his head and looked out through the sliding door, frowning.
Andy walked up to Nick, wrapped both arms around Nick’s waist and leaned his body against Nick's.
"Oh. This is rich." Andy rubbed against him from side to side.
Nick, still frowning and looking away, cut his eyes to Andy. Andy uncrossed Nick's arms and wrapped them around his waist.
"Somebody's jealous," he said in a sing-song voice. He continued rubbing his crotch against Nick's through the layers of shorts. Nick finally gave in and grabbed Andy's butt with both hands and pulled Andy tight against him.
"This ass is mine." Nick looked him straight in the eye. "Nobody else's. Got that?" He gave Andy a squeeze.
"Ooh! So rough!" Andy was smiling like an idiot. "So, what are you going to do with it?"
Nick undid Andy's shorts, pushed them down around his thighs and then on down to the floor. He ran his hands over the swell of Andy's butt. His fingers brushed and teased at Andy’s crease.
"I'll tell you what I'm going to do with it." He probed between Andy's cheeks with one hand and lightly stroked Andy's quickly filling shaft with his thumb and the fingertips of his other hand.
"Better yet, I'm going to show you."
Nick turned him around by the shoulders to face the bed.
"First, you need to get that sexy little ass over to that bed. And I want it sticking up where I can get to it easily." Nick gave him a light swat on a butt cheek. "Now."
Andy all but leaped onto the bed and scrambled to lie on his stomach. He wiggled his butt. Instead of joining him, he heard Nick rummaging around. Andy looked back at Nick over his shoulder.
"What's the hold up? Need you now, Nick."
"I'm just looking for something. It's in here somewhere." Nick rooted around some more. "Ah! Here it is."
Nick held up the blue butt plug they'd recently bought but hadn't used yet. Andy's eyes went wide. Nick tossed the plug onto the bed. A few seconds later, a bottle of lube landed next to it. Nick quickly shed his clothes and joined Andy.
"Assume the position." Nick nudged Andy's legs apart, got between them and sat back, resting on his heels. Nick pulled Andy toward him by the hips until Andy was on his knees and open for him.
"Ah, perfect." He ran his hands over Andy's ass, caressing it. His hand stroked Andy's shaft, brushing his thumb over the tip. Nick leaned down and gave one cheek a gentle bite and then kissed it. He did the same to the other one. Then he probed Andy’s puckered opening with his tongue for good measure. The contact made Andy buck his hips, but Nick held him in place.
"You need to stay put."
He smeared lube on his fingers and started working on Andy's hole. He inserted one, then two and finally three fingers. Andy's ring of muscle at his entrance had become good and relaxed. And he'd started moaning.
Nick picked up the plug and covered it generously with lube. Better to have too much than not enough. He put one hand on Andy's butt and rested the plug up against Andy's slicked entrance. Andy buried his head into the pillow and waited.
"I'm going to put this in your cute ass."
Andy shivered in response.
Nick pushed it in little and then stopped, letting Andy adjust.
"You okay?"
Andy nodded his head into the pillow.
"Tell me if I'm hurting you."
Nick pushed it in further. Andy arched his back. Nick stopped again, checking to see if Andy was okay. Andy gave a muffled groan into the pillow. Nick took that as an affirmative and pushed the plug the rest of the way in until it was seated.
"Got your attention?"
More muffled sounds that didn't really resemble words anymore.
Nick pulled the plug out a little, gave it a twist and pushed it back in. He did this a few more times until Andy started pushing back against his hand.
"I want you to wear this for a while." Nick said, as he gave it a small jiggle. "I want you to feel it in you."
Nick ran both hands over Andy's ass.
"And when you feel it, I want you to think of me. I want you to remember that I put it there. I want you to know that your ass belongs to me."
Nick put his hands on Andy's hips and gently moved him to the side.
"Now, roll over."
Andy did as he was told. When he looked at Nick, his eyes were dark green with desire and his face was flushed. Their gaze held. Nick took in a shuddering breath.
"Damn, baby," Nick said. He straddled Andy and kissed him. He rocked over Andy, rubbing their cocks together. Andy was rigid and hot against Nick's prick and belly.
Nick crawled backward until his mouth was even with Andy's now throbbing erection. He took it into his mouth. He licked around the bulbous head, which had gone tight and almost purple. He tongued under it and sucked hard. Andy gave a sharp intake of breath and lifted his hips, which made his cock slide further into Nick's mouth. Nick took it in. He slid his mouth down until it rested at the back of his throat, his face nestled against Andy's body.
He slid his mouth slowly back up the shaft. He sucked it all the way to the tip. Then he eased up and slid his mouth back down. He pulled back, sucking hard all the way up again. Andy's hands flew to the sheets, wadding them in his fists. Nick continued with this slow exquisite torture, over and over.
"Nick…"
Nick added his hand and lifted Andy's balls. He held them and rolled them between his fingers as he kept up the suction on Andy’s cock. He slid his other hand up Andy's front and teased a nipple ring. Andy's hands fluttered around Nick's head and then he wound his fingers in Nick’s dark hair.
"Ahhh…so close."
Nick kept it up, relentlessly. The combined sensations of the plug, Nick's mouth and what his hands were doing were just too much.
"Oh, God. Gonna come."
Andy tightened and jerked. Nick held Andy in his mouth as Andy came down his throat. Andy wasn't quiet about it, either, as the repeated spasms of his orgasm rippled over him. Nick kept his mouth on Andy's cock, through it all. He gently sucked it as i
t continued to twitch until Andy began to recover from the orgasm. Finally, he gently let go, letting Andy slip from his mouth. Nick crawled up Andy's front, kissed him and then rolled to lie on his side facing Andy. He rested his hand on Andy's stomach.
"My ass," Nick repeated softly. "Don't ever forget it."
Once he'd recovered, Andy got up on his knees. He rolled Nick on his back, straddled him this time. He returned the favor with his mouth and hands until Nick, moaning softly, petted Andy's hair. Andy kept the plug where it was while he did it.
***
Later, they lay together among the tangled sheets in their usual position. Nick was on his back and Andy was on his side facing Nick, with his head resting on Nick's shoulder. Late afternoon light was slanting across the room.
"What's on for tonight, babe?" Nick twirled some of Andy's hair between his fingers. "Are we meeting up with your sister and the crew for dinner tonight?"
"No." Andy shifted and slid his leg over Nick's. "They are going to go on some pirate ship dinner cruise. I figured you wouldn't mind if we passed on that one."
"Are those the two boats we see every night between here and the island? The ones that shoot at each other?"
"Yeah."
"Oh man… I wanted to do that."
Andy tilted his head back to look up at him. "Are you serious?"
"Ah… No." Nick gave him a kiss to his upturned forehead. "Just messing with you."
Andy snuggled closer. "So, what do you want to do tonight?"
"You mean, other than fuck you into the mattress?"
"Good lord."
"Well, you asked, babe. Just being honest." Nick paused, thinking. "You're the one who's been here before. What is there to do at night for the big kids?"
"There's always one of those nightclub tours," Andy said after thinking for a bit. "We did that a few times before the twins were born."
"Not gay clubs, I take it," Nick said.
"They didn't used to be, but that was five years ago. It might have changed,"
"You mean that you haven't brought other boyfriends down here?" Nick asked. "At least, in the last five years?"
"No," Andy said. "You're the first. Ever."
Nick was ridiculously pleased at that bit of information and filed it away. He smiled, looking at the ceiling, but Andy didn't see him.
"Yeah," Nick said, deciding. "Let's go out on the town."
"Sounds good to me." Andy sat up. "I'll call down and make a reservation so the bus will stop here to pick us up."
Chapter 15
Lee could hear the music coming from the club as he got near it. The driving beat of the bass always got him pumped up. When he went in, he stood at the entrance long enough to allow his eyes to adjust. It was a big crowd for a weeknight.
He walked over to the bar and ordered. While he waited for his drink, he turned around and leaned against the bar. He surveyed the bar area and dance floor beyond. When he saw the blond hair he smiled. He'd known that he would eventually run in to Andy. Then he frowned when he wondered if Andy's asshole boyfriend was there, too. That just wouldn't do. Not at all.
He picked up his drink and started walking the perimeter of the room. He tried to keep the blond hair in his sights as the crowd flowed back and forth between them. Andy didn't appear to be with anyone tonight. He was dancing with some jerk. Lee wondered what his asshole boyfriend would think about that.
The song ended and the band was going to take a break. The dancers mingled on the floor, and Lee had to rise up on the balls of his feet to see over the heads. He caught a glimpse of blond hair moving through the crowd. It looked like Andy was heading to the bar. Lee followed, quickly closing the gap between them.
If he could just get Andy alone. Just get a chance to talk to him.
Lee closed the distance and they both arrived at the bar at same time. Lee stood right behind him, a hand's width apart. Lee leaned in, closed his eyes and inhaled. He clenched and unclenched his hands, trying to get control of himself, rubbing his damp palms on his jeans. Finally, his resistance gave out. It was inevitable, really. Lee put his hands on the hips of the man standing in front of him, the object of his obsession.
The reaction was instantaneous. The man jumped and turned around and faced Lee squarely.
"My goodness, honey! You've got some busy hands." The guy looked Lee up and down. "You're a tall one, aren't you?"
Lee looked at the other man in confusion. His mind registered the eyeliner and brown eyes.
"What's the matter, sugar?" The guy tilted his head and winked.
Lee stepped back and stammered. "I thought you were someone else."
"Oh! The story of my life!" The guy turned back around, dismissing Lee to pick up his drink off the bar and resumed talking to his friends.
Lee swiveled his head from side-to-side, looking at the crowd around him. He noticed a man standing alone at the end of the bar, watching him. At first he thought it was Andy's asshole boyfriend. He had dark hair and had the same build. The other man broke eye contact and casually looked around. It was enough to make Lee nervous. He walked back toward the dance floor, glancing back at the man.
Lee stood on the side of the dance floor. He made sure that he was out sight from the man at the end of the bar. The more he thought about the man, the more agitated Lee became. The guy seemed unusually interested in him. But if the guy was interested, then why didn't he make a move? The interchange made Lee nervous. He figured it was time to leave. Andy wasn't there anyway.
Suspicious, Lee decided that he needed to find out if it was his imagination or not. He walked out into the club's parking lot and went to the other side directly across from the entrance. He stood in the shadows and waited. He didn't have to wait for long. It wasn't but a couple of minutes before the man came out of the building. Lee watched as he stopped to light a cigarette. The guy stood looking at the parking lot. He seemed to be scanning it. When his head turned toward where Lee was standing, Lee instinctively backed further into the shadows. He had the peculiar feeling that the guy was looking directly at him. A few minutes later, the guy walked to his car, got in and left.
Watching from the shadows, Lee let out a sigh. He didn't realize that he had been holding his breath. Something about the guy just didn't seem right. The guy had been alone in a gay club. He didn't pick up anyone. He wasn't even flirting. He was just sitting there watching. The guy didn't even seem interested in being there. The only thing that he did seem interested in was Lee.
With these troubling thoughts, Lee stepped from the shadows. He walked the four blocks to the apartment that he had sublet for the summer.
Chapter 16
The next morning, Nick and Andy came straggling into the hotel restaurant. They found Eric sitting by himself at a table, having breakfast. They each sprawled in a chair on either side of him.
"Boy! You two look like shit."
Andy blinked his eyes and stared at the table.
Nick managed to mumble a greeting and said, "Where's everybody else?"
"Sandy and the girls are in the hotel gift shop. They've already eaten," Eric said. "You're safe for now."
"Thank God." Andy leaned forward, put his elbows on the table and held his head in his hands. "I'd have to kill her right here in the restaurant if she started dicking with me."
"And she would have a field day. What the hell did you two do last night? Or do I want to know?"
"We went clubbing on one of those bus tours," Nick said.
"You mean the ones we used to do before we got too old to stay out all night? The ones that pick you up at the hotel at ten in the evening and go until like four in the morning?"
"Seemed like a good idea at the time," Andy muttered.
"How many clubs did it stop at?"
"I lost count after about the third one." Nick again.
"Man! No wonder you two look like you've been ridden hard and put away wet."
Nick pushed himself to stand up. "I'll get us some coffee. Be ri
ght back."
Eric mercifully said nothing more. He continued eating his breakfast while Andy stared bleary eyed at the table.
"Here you go." Nick set a cup of coffee in front of Andy. "Drink."
Nick slouched back down in his chair. "I'm getting too old for bar hopping." He rubbed his forehead. "So what's on the agenda today?"