by Kelex
The lust, the need he’d witnessed for weeks, was still there in the depths of Colt’s stare. It only confused Ryan all the more.
It was best to end it like Colt did. Don’t get sucked back in.
Colt slipped out of the truck, before Ryan could back away. Their bodies were molded against one another, and Ryan could feel Colt’s hard cock against him. He swallowed, need flooding him.
Before Ryan could think twice, Colt had him by the back of his head, a tongue inside his mouth, as the man kissed him deeply.
A moan escaped Ryan’s throat as he kissed Colt back. He heard a car passing and reality struck. He pulled away from Colt, looking around to see if they’d been witnessed.
He turned back to Colt and saw… anger?
“This is done between us,” Ryan said. “No more.”
Colt glowered at him. “Maybe I’m not done.”
“You sure were done last night when you kicked me out.”
Something flickered over Colt’s face before the anger returned. He pointed to the road and narrowed his eyes. “That little look around, the one you did when you realized someone could be watching, that was why I kicked you out last night.”
“What are you talking about?”
“One night with you isn’t enough. I want more. But what you’ll be willing to give me will never satisfy me. I won’t hide how I feel or duck inside to fuck you on the downlow.”
Ryan stood there, silent. He didn’t know what to say, or how to react. He wanted more, but Colt was right. He was just experimenting, not ready for a relationship with a man. This was just a fuck, not forever.
It doesn’t have to be.
That thought flickered across Ryan’s mind and scared him all the more.
“And your silence speaks volumes.” Colt pushed past Ryan and headed for the house.
Ryan stood there, still in shock. After a second, he flung his first aid stuff back into the kit and stowed it in the back before stalking inside, angrier than hell. He stormed up the stairs two at a time and rushed into the bathroom they’d been working on. Once there, he shoved two fingers in the middle of Colt’s muscular chest and glared at the man.
“I’ve spent twenty-eight years being a straight man. In the matter of a few days, I’ve had my entire world flipped upside down by a man, a man who fucked the life out of me. And I liked it. I liked it a lot, and I don’t know what to do with that. I’m fucking confused as hell right now and then you pull this shit? It’s bullshit, and you know it!”
“How dare I? Because I like you so much I want to keep fucking you? Because I want to know you better? Because I’m not willing to hide the fact I like you that much?”
Ryan felt another rush of desire, but it only fueled his anger, not his lust. “You can’t expect me to suddenly be okay with telling the world I want you after one night. One night! One night that you kicked me to the curb afterwards!”
“I didn’t want to get hurt!” Colt cried, and suddenly looked surprised at what he’d just said. “For the first time, I didn’t want it to be a one-nighter. And I didn’t know how to handle it. So I told you to leave.”
Ryan let that statement settle for a moment before he spoke. “I didn’t want to leave.”
“I didn’t want you to leave, either.”
Ryan stared at the man, his emotions running amok. “You’ve got to let me get used to this. It’s throwing me for a loop, and I can’t suddenly come jumping out of a closet after one time with you, Colt. Can’t we just let it go where it goes?”
“Hidden?”
“Can’t you give that to me, for now? Give me some time to figure this all out?”
Colt was silent a few heartbeats. “For a while. I suppose I can. But I don’t like hiding.”
“I get that.”
Colt crossed his arms over his chest. “Come over tonight?”
Ryan nodded. “Yeah, sure.”
“You can follow me home. I’ll make you some dinner.”
Ryan nodded again, as a thought hit him. “You mean, like a date?”
Colt shrugged. “Yeah, sort of. I guess.”
Ryan nodded, the proposition sounding both odd and exciting. “Yeah, okay.”
Colt smiled slightly. “Your first date with a man. I keep popping your cherries.”
Heat flooded Ryan’s face. “Yeah, I suppose so. Let’s get back to work, if you’re not too injured.”
“I’m good,” Colt said, his smile widening.
No matter how much he fought it, Ryan’s lips curled into an answering smile.
* * * *
Colt turned the steaks on the grill as Ryan showered upstairs. The thought of the man naked, in his shower, had him wanting to let the steaks burn while he slipped into the running water along with his new lover. A smile played over his lips as thoughts of what would happen next churned through his mind. He’d showered before Ryan, so there was no logical reason he’d get back in the shower, but the illogical one was awfully tempting. Before he could shut everything down and follow his desires, he heard Ryan walking out on the deck behind him.
“I’d give my left nut for a shower like that,” Ryan said, running a hand through his damp locks. He wore a pair of Colt’s sweatpants, and nothing else. Colt let his gaze wander over the man’s firm chest and even took a peek at Ryan’s bare feet, narrow and strong.
Colt was also shirtless, soaking up some late afternoon sun. He suddenly wanted to kiss Ryan, and draw him close, so they were chest to chest. And later…
“You can come over and use it anytime you like,” Colt said with a grin. “But you’ll be charged a fee.”
Ryan grabbed one of the beer bottles in the iced down bucket on the picnic table and popped off the cap. “After that shower, I’d say whatever the cost is worth it.”
Colt laughed. “I could come up with some creative ideas for how you could pay.”
“I bet you could,” Ryan said, his voice deepening. The man came up and stood beside Colt, looking at the grill. “You look like you’ve done this a time or two.”
“I can grill just about anything you’d like. As long as it’s the four things I know how to grill.”
Ryan chuckled. “Better than me. My microwave is my best friend.”
“Jax used to live here, until he started shacking up with Golden next door, but when it was the three of us, we’d take turns cooking dinner. We usually ended up out here after a long day, grilling up burgers or steaks.”
“Golden… that’s the one who walked in on us, right?”
“Yep,” Colt said, his voice low. He knew it probably bothered Ryan they’d been caught, so there was no point pushing it.
“Where’s Linc tonight?”
“Hanging out with Chance.”
“Hanging?”
Colt smiled. “Likely, trying to get into Chance’s pants.”
“So we’re alone here tonight?”
“Yep,” Colt said, grinning. Later, they could put that alone time to better use. For now, they needed to eat so they’d have the strength they’d use up. He loaded the steaks onto a plate he’d had waiting and headed inside. “Come on in.”
Colt set the plate on the bar island before he grabbed two potatoes out of the microwave. Once he had them on the two plates he’d set, he grabbed all the necessary condiments from the fridge and added them to their loot. After grabbing a fresh beer, he sat down on a stool beside where Ryan was already chilling.
“Eat up,” Colt said, grabbing his fork and steak knife.
They both dug into the food with enthusiasm, a gentle breeze drifting in through the open French doors. The scent of the grill mixed in the aroma of the food they were eating. Companionable silence filled the space, other than the sound of eating and the scraping of forks and knives on the china.
Colt liked how comfortable it was to spend time with Ryan. He didn’t feel as though he had to constantly talk… or entertain the man. It was the same way when they worked… they fell into place and did what needed to
be done, without a ton of blabbering.
“Good steak. Good thing this is one of the four things on that list of yours.”
Colt chuckled. “No hating of the list, Microwave Man.”
“I am also master of take out.” Ryan forked in his last bit of steak and finished it off. “This is by far much better than anything I would’ve eaten at home.”
“It could happen more often, you know.”
Ryan shrugged. “There you go tangling things up and rushing me.”
“An offer of more dinners in the future isn’t tangling things up.”
Ryan wiped his mouth before finishing his beer. He lowered the empty bottle to the counter, staring intently on it. Wiping some of the condensation off with his thumb, he then turned to face Colt. “I don’t know that this is going to turn into what you seem to want it to. I don’t know if I can be who you need me to be.”
“I know that,” Colt answered. Maybe that’s why I want him more than I’ve wanted anyone else. “Man, all I said was you’re welcome to dinner on occasion. Don’t blow it out of proportion.” Colt no longer felt comfortable. His emotions were running high. He’d never felt like this around another man—wanting more than just a few hours of fun. He didn’t know what to make of this sudden urge to lay his claim.
Because he’s mine.
Colt brought his beer bottle to his lips, trying not to show the surprise he now felt.
“You keep feeding me like that, maybe I’ll come back for more.”
Desire threaded through Colt at the statement. “If you’re still hungry, I got something to feed you.”
Ryan looked up, a lust equal to Colt’s in his eye. “Do ya now?”
Colt leaned closer and took Ryan’s mouth with his. He could taste a hint of their dinner, along with the flavor of the stout they were drinking. Beneath it all, there was Ryan, clean, cool, and completely devourable. Colt deepened the kiss as he slid off the stool and pushed between Ryan’s splayed thighs. One hand to the man’s groin told Colt he was headed in the right direction. Ryan was as hard as he was.
Ryan pressed both palms against Colt’s chest and let his fingers roam all over. Tonight, Ryan was less hurried, taking his time as he inspected every inch of Colt’s torso and abdomen. The thick throb between his legs made it hard for Colt to go slow. He was ready to feast on Ryan, but he needed to find his restraint.
Ryan pulled back. “So I… I did some… research last night.”
Colt frowned, cocking one eyebrow up. “Research?”
“Yeah… on the paddling and whips and stuff, since you said I was so white bread.”
Colt felt his cock aching even harder. “And?”
“What other… toys… do you have?”
Colt bit back the Cheshire grin he wanted to display, but struggled to hold it all back. Lust rushed through his veins, the idea that his BDSM newbie wanted to play was music to his ears. “Was there something in particular that excited you?”
“A few things,” Ryan said, his face growing redder.
“You have to tell me what you liked if you want me to fulfill your fantasies, Ryan.”
Ryan only grew redder. He stared at his bottle, playing with the condensation again. “There was a… swing, I guess. And they… had a guy chained to it while… he was… flogged and then… fucked.”
“I own a swing. And a flogger. And we can test them both out tonight if you want, although, I imagine you’re sore?”
“Yeah. A little. But I don’t… want that to stop us,” Ryan said.
“Tell me. Did you get excited watching the act online?”
Ryan shrugged. “When I imagined it was you doing that to me, yeah. But seeing two guys together really didn’t do much for me.”
Colt grinned. “Help me clean up and we can go play.”
Ryan jumped from his seat and grabbed his plate before scraping what little was left into the garbage. He started rinsing plates and utensils as Colt put everything else away. In no time, they were done, both of them eager to go start the night’s festivities, it seemed.
Colt led the way and motioned for Ryan to sit while he set up the swing in the corner of his room. He already had rings in the ceiling in position for it and setting it up took just a few moments. When he was done, he peeled off his sweats and dumped them into a pile on the floor. “You ready?”
Ryan slipped the sweats down and kicked them off while he jerked himself off, lying in the middle of Colt’s bed. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
Colt stopped at the edge of the bed, his hard cock jutting out before him. “Come suck my cock.”
Ryan rolled to his stomach and engulfed Colt without any precursor, downing a good half of Colt’s length in a single swallow. Colt threaded his fingers into Ryan’s hair, his head falling back at the hot feel of the man’s mouth on him. Ryan quickly moved into a steady tempo, sucking all of Colt’s substantial length. Again, the plumber returned to his unhurried state, languidly slurping up and down Colt’s cock. Colt wasn’t in the mood for slow and steady. He needed fast and furious. His need for Ryan was too overpowering to have it any other way.
When Ryan refused his urgings to do so, Colt took over the play. Grabbing both sides of Ryan’s head with his large fingers, he pumped his shaft into Ryan’s willing mouth, force-feeding his lover at the rhythm he needed. Ryan gagged a little as Colt surged down his throat, but didn’t seem deterred by Colt’s aggressiveness.
Colt watched his shaft disappear down his lover’s throat, knowing his release was soon to come crashing down on him. He pulled out, not ready to come just yet. Colt backed away from the bed, but Ryan climbed out and followed him, dropping to his knees and sucking Colt back down.
A loud groan ripped from his lungs when Ryan’s hunger took him. The man was frenzied in his sucking, holding on tight to Colt’s ass as he plunged down the shaft over and over. The hungry look in Ryan’s eyes was nearly a demand, brooking no argument. Ryan wanted Colt’s cum and wasn’t ready to stop feasting on the shaft in his mouth.
Colt let Ryan have what he wanted, unwilling to fight him. On wobbling legs, he thrust forward, feeding his dick to his lover. Ryan’s mouth was a hot cavern, explosive in how good it felt wrapped around Colt.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. Colt felt the rising tide of his desire, the zips of electricity up his spine letting him know the end was nigh. He held on tight as he tensed, ready to explode. Closing his eyes, he came, and a flood of cum filled Ryan’s mouth. He shot rope after rope into his lover, and watched as Ryan swallowed his essence down, gulp after gulp.
When he was emptied, Ryan cleaned off his cock, staring up at him as the man licked every inch of his erect flesh. Still hard, Colt fell back into the chair a few yards away, nearly missing it as his legs went out from under him. Breathing difficultly, he stared at the man still kneeling on his floor.
“There’s no way you’ve never done this before,” Colt gasped around errant breaths.
Red filled Ryan’s face as he looked away. “I assure you, you’re the first and only.”
After Colt had a few more seconds to get control of himself, he rose to his feet. “Ready to get strapped in?”
Ryan stood, looking eagerly at the swing. “Yes.”
Colt grabbed Ryan’s upper arms and manhandled him to the swing, pushing him back toward the leather. “I’m going to tie you up. Bind you to my leather and chains. Then I’m going to flog you for being a bad boy.”
Ryan’s eyes grew wide. “How was I bad?”
“I pulled away, not ready to come, but you forced yourself on me. You need to be punished.”
A moan escaped Ryan’s mouth, and his eyes closed. Colt glanced down and saw a stream of cum flowing copiously from the slit at the head.
“Do you want to be punished, Ryan?”
Ryan nodded.
Colt grinned, although his lover couldn’t see. He quickly pulled Ryan’s wrists into place, binding them with the attached straps to the swing. Once the hands were in
place, Colt pulled Ryan into the swing and bound his legs. When Ryan was bound, Colt ran his hands over the still pinkish skin of Ryan’s ass.
“You’re not completely healed yet.”
“Make me red again,” Ryan whispered, his eyes still closed. “Make it… hurt.”
“Look at me,” Colt said, his voice firm.
Ryan obeyed, staring into Colt’s eyes. Colt searched the man’s gaze, needing to see the desire for pain. When he recognized it, something similar to one he’d once seen in his own eyes, he nodded slowly. “You remember your safeword?”
“Wrench.”
Colt went to the bed, where he’d left the flogger and lube then slowly returned to his lover, testing the flogger’s tendrils as he moved. Before the pain commenced, Colt rubbed a palm along the tender skin of Ryan’s ass, knowing he wouldn’t let this go too far. He emptied a little of the lube into his palm and rubbed it into his lover’s flesh, trying to protect the fragile skin somewhat. He smeared some against Ryan’s anus and prodded the tip of one finger in, testing Ryan’s soreness there. He hissed a little, but his body yielded to Colt.
The darkness he’d seen in Ryan’s gaze… shook him to his core. He sensed this could quickly escalate and take them both too far. Colt needed to know his limits up front.
“Ready for your punishment?”
Ryan swallowed, nodding his head. He was already glistening with sweat, his lust on fire.
Colt gave a test strike, nothing too hard, yet enough to get the juices flowing. Ryan moaned, his back bowing as the fingers of the flogger caressed his abused flesh. Dick throbbing, Colt watched the pleasure and pain at war in Ryan’s features.
Another few strikes and Ryan’s need was truly on display. The more Colt gave, the hotter Ryan became. Writhing in the swing, Ryan appeared lost in the sensations he was feeling. Watching Ryan looking entranced in his pleasure helped drive Colt’s need. Colt’s breathing shallowed more and more with every lash of the flogger, the need to see his lover come the only thing he focused on.
Ryan’s ass was a deep red, the lines of the flogger leaving marks across the man’s flesh. Colt carefully struck his lover, not hitting the same spots too often, and varying the strength of each. But Ryan’s dark desire was drawing him in deeper, knowing Ryan was getting closer and closer to release.