by Mary Winter
Letting his chin dip toward his chest, Adrian sank into sensation. The stroke of Mack’s hand, the slight caress of his breath against Adrian’s rapidly heating skin, even the jeans sagging against his legs, served only to heighten his arousal. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d wanted someone so much, so fast, and when he’d liked it so much.
Adrian’s jeans slid down his legs.
Mack tugged them down in a quick whoosh of fabric. He reached for a bottle of corn oil on the counter.
Adrian’s eyes widened. He swallowed hard. Was Mack really going to use that for lube? He looked over his shoulder, the determined look in Mack’s eyes telling Adrian all he needed to know. Sunlight slanted through the large windows, and he turned away from its blinding glare.
Hell, the curtains were open. Adrian lurched toward them, stopped by Mack’s hand on his shoulder.
“What’s the matter? Afraid someone’s going to see? You have a privacy fence for a reason, you know,” Mack growled. He put the bottle back on the counter, the lid toppling down beside. A quick swipe of his fingers smeared the cool liquid along the crease of Adrian’s buttocks. He swirled his finger around the puckered ring of muscles that led to heaven.
Unable to answer, Adrian submitted. He dragged shuddering breaths into his lungs. The masterful swipe of Mack’s fingers against Adrian’s anus had him struggling to find words. He couldn’t. He shouldn’t. None of that mattered. Numbers didn’t matter. Only the fact that even if he didn’t get the thick press of Mack’s cock against his ass, he was probably going to come again. The second time in just over an hour.
“Easy,” Mack crooned as his slick fingers circled around Adrian’s shaft. The broad head of his cock pressed against Adrian’s opening.
Adrian moaned and arched against Mack.
Mack slipped the head of his cock inside.
Drawing a harsh breath, Adrian savored the sensation of being impaled on Mack’s thick cock. He didn’t move, a long groan emerging from his throat. Mack’s fingers tightened on Adrian’s shaft, stroking him from base to tip. “So tight,” he growled. “So damn fucking tight.”
“Finish it.” Adrian thrust against Mack. He was tired of thinking, of weighing and measuring his every move. Right here, standing in broad daylight with Mack’s fingers around his cock, something twisted deep inside. Like sniping a bid in the final seconds of an online auction, if he didn’t go after what he wanted, someone else would. The bright morning served to highlight the fact that it truly was a brand new world for Mack. A world Adrian had no doubts the man behind him would have no problem exploring.
Mack inched inside him until their balls hung flush together. His fingers tightened around the base of Adrian’s cock as he pulled out, so slowly that Adrian thought he’d die.
Adrian swallowed hard, bracing his hands on the edge of the counter. Mack surrounded him, filled him, swamped his senses and made him think about nothing except the hard pole sliding into him and the fingers tight around his cock. Damn, it’d never been this good. His balls tightened with the pressure to spill his seed. Even last night in the hot tub it had felt too good to be real. He’d thought it was in his mind, a fantasy that would never come to life.
Mack’s thrusts quickened. His breath came in short pants. How he held it back after not having sex for so long, Adrian didn’t know. The man had to have god-like restraint. Adrian knew he sure as hell didn’t. The only thing that kept him from coming was the fingers tight around his shaft.
Adrian struggled to stave off his release. Behind him, the strong pumps of Mack’s hips filled him over and over again. “Oh, yeah,” Adrian groaned, the words exploding past his taut lips. Sunbeams warmed his flesh. A sheen of sweat covered his skin. Widening his stance, he took Mack deeper.
Mack stroked Adrian’s dick. His fingers tight, he rubbed the palm of his hand over the end. “Come for me,” Mack ordered.
“No!” Adrian tried to avoid giving in to the order the former soldier shouted in his ear. Control. It was his hallmark, his call-sign.
Mack shattered it.
Doing something with his fingers, a stroke, squeeze and slide that tightened Adrian’s balls, he demanded with the cock in his ass and the fingers around his cock that Adrian come.
Dark spots swam in Adrian’s vision. He glanced down at the flush, purple head of his cock, watching it disappear into Mack’s hand. The visual made him that much harder.
“Damn it, damn it, damn it,” he repeated like a mantra. So close. His balls tightened, the pressure of fluid building up heavy in his testicles. His dick twitched. He craved release.
A final thrust of his hips, and he exploded. Long, guttural cries erupted from his throat. White streams of come shot from the tip of his cock, splashing the counter and the cupboards. Behind him, Mack groaned low in his throat. Mack stiffened. His release slammed into him, his cock swelling as it released his seed into Adrian’s tight passage. Both men slumped together, their simultaneous orgasms making their bodies rigid. Spasms shot through Adrian, from his cock to his ass and back again. His leg muscles twitched, threatened to cramp, and still he came.
His vision went dark. A strong arm around his waist kept him from toppling over. Drawing in deep breaths, Adrian struggled to remain upright. Damn, that was… he searched for words and found none.
“Been a while, huh?” Mack asked, his voice its usual husky growl. He stepped away, his cock sliding out with a wet sound. He staggered to the sink.
Adrian had the presence of mind to open a drawer and toss a clean dishrag at him. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Though not as long as you.”
Mack smiled at him.
Adrian returned the grin, his gaze dropping down to Mack’s still erect cock. “You know, we’ll probably have to find you some clothes to wear.”
“Yeah, but first we have to shower.” Tossing a hungry look in Adrian’s direction, Mack headed for the bathroom.
Adrian looked around the kitchen at the dishes that still needed to be done. Somewhere between last night and this morning, his perfectly ordered world had been turned on end. And if he was brutally honest with himself, he didn’t think he wanted it put back the way it was. Listening to Mack’s tuneless whistle as he sauntered down the hall, Adrian hurried after him. There was still a little more time to kill before he had to go to work, and he knew just how to spend it.
Chapter Four
Headlights gleamed from the wet pavement. A late afternoon shower had come and gone, doing nothing to dampen the spirits of the comic fans looking forward to the new releases. They had come to the store in trickles, matching the rain outside. One or two at a time would peruse the stacks, then a single customer looking for gaming supplies. The store stood on the end of a popular strip mall. In the store’s back room that functioned as The Field Medic, Mack worked with some of the figures. Adrian glanced over his shoulder, through the Medic’s open door. He didn’t see Mack. The man had taken to a table in the corner that held the worst cases. Did he recognize the figures as men he’d known?
A chill snaked down Adrian’s spine. He struggled to reconcile the reality he knew with the man in his back room. This morning’s lovemaking had only reinforced how very different Mack was from any of the men in his past. He’d officially known Mack less than a day, and he’d received two blow jobs and had sex. Normally it had taken him months to get half as far with his past boyfriends.
Maybe it was them. Adrian frowned. Maybe it was me. The hour hand clicked over, marking time for the store to close. Rising from his stool behind the counter, he went to the door and flipped the sign to closed. Locking it, he headed back to see what Mack was doing.
Adrian paused in the doorway. Mack sat at the workbench, head slumped. In one hand he held the separated torso of an action figure, in the other, a shoulder assembly. He shook his head.
“Mack?” Adrian stepped forward. “How’s it coming?”
Mack swiveled on the bench. “Not well.” He held up the broken pieces, then set them back o
n the workbench.
“Hey, it’s okay. These are the tough cases.”
“Yeah, but I was broken like they are. I should be able to fix them.” Mack drew a shuddering breath.
“And that means I should be able to put people back together again. Um, yeah, that part is going well.” Adrian shrugged. He headed across the room, noticing that the last project Dean had been working on still sat on the table. Not that Adrian ever expected Dean to work on any projects in the Caribbean.
Mack chuckled. “So you think you have broken people problems?” He dragged his fingers through his hair. “Sometimes broken people are easier.”
“No shit.” Adrian leaned against the workbench. He reached down and fingered the broken figure, one he’d been trying to put together. “You know, I’m scrounging for parts to fix this guy. He’s probably not the one I’d have picked to start you on. That is, if you want to learn this.”
“Yeah, I think I do.” Mack rolled the chair over to sit in front of Adrian. Stretching out his legs, he pinned Adrian between him and the workbench. “You know, I’m going to need an identity, a job, all sorts of crap. This isn’t going to be easy.”
“But I think, like fixing that guy there, it’ll be worthwhile.” Leaning forward, Adrian braced his hands on Mack’s broad shoulders. The feel of the strong muscles, the promise of heaven from his body -- Adrian didn’t care that he wasn’t following his usual pattern. Those relationships hadn’t worked. Maybe this would.
Whoa! He reined in his thoughts, hoping they didn’t show in his eyes. “Tell you what, I’ll teach you.” Adrian looked around the workbench, but didn’t see any simple repairs like the ones he’d done on Mack’s figure. He jerked his chin toward one of the other workbenches. “There’s some other figures over there that we can start on.”
“What if I don’t want to start there? Maybe I want to start here.” Mack curled his fingers into the front of Adrian’s shirt and tugged.
Adrian stepped forward. He straddled Mack’s legs. “Really?” He tried to slow down, tried to think about the consequences. All he knew was that the door was locked and the sign read closed. Whatever happened, well, there wasn’t any reason why it couldn’t happen right here.
Inhaling, he drew Mack’s scent into his lungs. The woodsy aroma wrapped around Adrian’s cock and squeezed. His mouth dipped toward Mack’s.
Mack pulled Adrian the rest of the way to his lap. Reaching between them, Adrian stroked the hard length of his cock. “I think we’re dealing with a different kind of assembly,” he said. The line sounded corny and made the corner of Adrian’s mouth quirk up. Still, with Mack sitting beneath him, it seemed right. Tangling his fingers in Mack’s hair, Adrian pulled their mouths together. He groaned against Mack’s lips as they kissed. Hunger unfurled inside him.
Right here. Right now. Adrian could think of a thousand things he needed to do. End of day tallying for the cash register, depositing money in the safe, preparing the bank drop, closing blinds and turning off lights. Closing the shop was a good hour, maybe two-hour job. Yet, feeling Mack’s stubbled cheek against his own, Adrian couldn’t think of anywhere else he wanted to be, and it was… nice.
* * *
Mack’s sorrow lifted as Adrian’s lips moved over his. For a moment he’d considered a career doing what Adrian did, restoring old action figures. After all, Mack mused, how hard could it be? He’d been one. The longer he’d sat there, the more he realized how difficult it was. Hell, how difficult life was.
Adrian’s moan vibrated against his lips. Cupping Adrian’s ass, he realized as far as missions went, this one wasn’t half bad. Yeah, difficult. Adrian certainly had a by-the-numbers air about him. The more he got beneath Adrian’s calculating exterior, the more he realized that there was an untapped well of carnal lust just waiting. Mack couldn’t wait to see what happened once he persuaded Adrian to let go and simply live.
Curling his other hand around the back of Adrian’s thigh, Mack held him. Though Adrian was slightly less muscled than Mack, the feel of his corded thighs on either side of Mack’s legs felt so damn good. The accountant’s hands roamed over his shoulders and back, almost as if he expected Mack to vanish at any moment. Claiming Adrian’s mouth once more, Mack kissed him long and hard, a homecoming of sorts, a promise that no matter what happened, he wouldn’t let him go.
Mack reveled in the fact that he felt rough denim beneath his fingers, the line where Adrian’s briefs ended and skin began. Soft cotton against his chest, stubbled cheeks abrading his lips. Sensation bombarded Mack. Like a vision from a wet dream, Adrian straddled his lap and enticed him to do just that. The frustration he felt at not being able to put the figure together faded under the onslaught from Adrian’s mouth.
Opening, Mack invited the kiss deeper, and much to his joy, Adrian accepted. His tongue stroked along Mack’s, drawing it into his mouth, then he wrapped his lips around it and sucked. Mack groaned. Fingers curling into Adrian’s ass, he tried to bring them closer together. Two layers of denim was simply too much, and Mack reached for his waistband.
“Here?” Adrian panted.
“Why not?” Mack freed the first button. He fumbled with the second button, and Adrian’s fingers curled over his. Then again, back in his day, jeans didn’t look half as good as they did now. Mack freed the remaining buttons and reached for the cotton briefs restraining Adrian’s cock.
Mack cupped the hot, hard length of him through the fabric, drawing a swift inhalation from Adrian. Stroking him from base to tip, he worked his thumb over the head of Adrian’s penis. A tiny drop of pre-cum soaked his briefs.
“The door’s locked, ain’t it?” Mack eased the waistband down.
“Yeah,” Adrian breathed.
It was too odd of an angle for him to lean forward and kiss the tip of Adrian’s cock as it emerged. Flattening his hand on Adrian’s abs, Mack pushed him back enough to make him stand.
Adrian grabbed his shoulders.
A quick tug pulled Adrian’s pants and briefs down to the middle of his thighs. Freed, his cock thrust toward Mack’s mouth as if it were an arrow. Cupping Adrian’s balls with one hand and his shaft in the other, Mack leaned back to enjoy the sight. Whorls of brown hair started between his nipples, working down in an arrow across relatively flat abs to the thatch of darker brown curls surrounding his shaft. Mack stroked his length.
A simple quickie wouldn’t do. Not for Adrian. The trust in those brown eyes rocked Mack to the core. Hoping that he projected an answering trust, Mack licked his lips and leaned forward. He guided the tip of Adrian’s penis into his mouth and wrapped his lips around it. Salty, redolent with male musk, Adrian’s dick offered a salty, piquant taste that Mack savored. He remembered nibbling on a chocolate from a box one of the GIs had received back in Nam with the same desire to make the taste last forever.
One of these days, he’d have to get Adrian to do this to him.
Until then, Mack slowly drew his lips down the length of Adrian’s shaft, relaxing his throat muscles as the head slipped past. Keeping Adrian’s balls in the palm of one hand, Mack reached around and grabbed Adrian’s ass. With his lips nestled against Adrian’s curls, Mack waited a moment before pulling back to do it all over again.
Mack’s cock pounded. He struggled for control as Adrian flexed his hips, driving the head of his dick forward. If Adrian felt odd having sex in the back of his office, he didn’t show it. Adrian’s face was a taut mask of pleasure. Eyes closed, those lashes fanning across his high cheekbones making him look so young, like the men barely over eighteen who’d been sent overseas during the war. Mack was a hardened soldier, a man who had seen way too much while he was alive, and had the toy battles he’d fought been real, would have seen even more horrors of war too up close and personal. He shuddered as the memory of standing before the Toymaker, a fog obscuring his missing feet, filled his mind.
Never again.
He was a flesh and blood man, with real desires and needs. Feeling Adrian’s cock twi
tch in his mouth, he had to possess Adrian’s body. Not until Adrian came. Mack prided himself on his ability to please his lovers. Stateside, quietly in his bunk hidden beneath camouflage netting and in the darkness -- it didn’t matter where or when Mack took his men. When he finished, they were always satisfied.
Mack took Adrian’s length into his mouth. He deep throated him, sucking so hard that Adrian’s hips moved involuntarily against his mouth. Mack focused on the details, on finding the sweet spot just behind the head of Adrian’s cock and tonguing it.
Adrian stifled a moan. Yeah, that was the spot, and the former GI had his lover exactly where he wanted him. Mack released Adrian’s cock long enough to wet a finger. Reaching around Adrian again, Mack pressed his slick finger against the inviting puckered ring of muscle.
His finger slipped in to the first knuckle, and he drew Adrian’s dick into his mouth once more. The gentle action of his finger combined with the strokes of tongue and lips soon had Adrian panting above him. Restraint held every muscle in the man’s body rigid, almost as if he were afraid to find release here. Mack thought it was silly. After all, Adrian owned this business. He’d locked the door and put up the closed sign, or at least Mack assumed he had. And, if the bells above the door jingled, he’d finish it quicker than he liked. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t worked under pressure before.
Mack sensed Adrian hadn’t. Not like this, anyway. He kept everything buttoned down, his toothbrush in its holder, shoes lined up in his closet. No mad rush to come, the desire to watch his lover explode so great that he lost all sense of place and time. Mack vowed to fix that.
“I’m coming.” Adrian sounded almost surprised.
Mack focused on his efforts, relishing the texture and taste of Adrian’s shaft, the way his brown hairs teased his nose and the stubble on his cheeks. This is for you, buddy. A final plunge of his finger into Adrian’s ass, and the man who had put him back together came. Hard and fast, streams of come splashed against the back of Mack’s throat. A low, involuntary groan issued from Adrian’s throat. He sounded tortured, as if he’d hate himself in the morning. We’re not done yet.