No Way Out

by Julie Lynn Hayes

  “Would you like to undress me?” Wyatt asked.

  “Can I… do you mind… I mean, really?” He seemed embarrassed, the words tumbling awkwardly from his lips. “It’s just that I couldn’t… he never….” He broke off, casting his gaze to the floor.

  Wyatt tried not to show his anger, although inwardly he writhed at the continuing evidence of the mind-trip Grant had laid on Shy. Grant had probably never touched Shy in any way that was not sexual, or meant to cause pain, much less allowed Shy to touch him except at his direction, for his pleasure. No tenderness, no mutual exploration. Certainly no love.

  For a moment Wyatt flared with anger at the thought of the man he’d dubbed the Keeper. Then he pushed that away. No sense in thinking about what was. He needed to concentrate on the here and now, and showing Shy that what happened between two consulting adults who cared about one another was a beautiful thing.

  Wyatt tilted Shy’s face up toward him once more. “I would love to have you undress me.” He was rewarded with a tremulous smile. “And just for the record, you can touch me however you want. As much or as little. I give you my permission.”

  Shy’s face clouded slightly, and Wyatt could have kicked himself. Should he have used a different word? Did that one remind him of Randy in some way? Damn, he had to tread so carefully, but this was all so new to him. Shy’s face cleared quickly, and his smile was a little more confident.

  “Good to know,” he said. “You have my permission too.”

  Wyatt was sure that Shy’d never had the opportunity to make such an offer before, that Grant had simply taken what he wanted and Shy had to follow his orders without question. This was a major step for him. Wyatt’s heart swelled with pride.

  “What would you like me to do?” Wyatt asked.

  “Raise your arms?” Shy said, and Wyatt obeyed.

  Very carefully, Shy pulled Wyatt’s shirt up his chest, and then over his arms and off. He shook the garment out, folded it carefully and set it on the extra bed. He turned back toward Wyatt, his eyes seeming to drink him in. As though mesmerized by the sight, Shy reached out hesitantly, trailing his fingertips over first one nipple, then the other. They pebbled at Shy’s touch, becoming hard dusky nubs.

  “That feels good,” Wyatt encouraged him.

  Shy nodded, as if satisfied with the result, looking Wyatt over. “Shoes should come next,” he decided, “before the pants. Maybe you should sit on the bed? I think that would be easier.”

  “Your wish is my command.” Wyatt took a seat near the end of the bed, but made no move to do anything else, placing himself completely under Shy’s control. Shy knelt at Wyatt’s feet. He lifted one leg so that Wyatt’s foot rested on Shy’s thigh. He unlaced, then removed the tennis shoe, followed by the sock, then repeated the process with the other leg.

  Wyatt was surprised when Shy didn’t immediately set his foot back on the floor. He stroked it instead, almost a massage, kneading the top of Wyatt’s foot with a skillful touch. Wyatt closed his eyes and gave in to the luxurious sensation. No one had ever touched him like that before. Turned out Shy was full of surprises.

  Shy continued to caress Wyatt’s foot before placing it carefully onto the floor. Using Wyatt’s thighs for leverage, he rose from his knees, and after a moment of hesitation, reached for Wyatt’s belt. He unbuckled it and drew it slowly through the loops. Wyatt loved Shy’s expression, the look of concentration as he focused on removing Wyatt’s clothes. Wyatt was already so hard he felt as though he might burst. As Shy pulled his zipper down, his swollen cock sprang out, grateful to be freed. Shy wrapped his fingers around it, and Wyatt couldn’t help but moan.

  “You feel so good,” Shy said. He gently brushed his thumb across the head, from which precum already drizzled. Wyatt was disappointed when he released him and turned his attention to pulling his jeans down instead. Once he pulled the pants down Wyatt’s legs and off, he folded them and set them with the rest.

  “Should I go ahead and… I mean, do you want me to strip?” Shy asked.

  While Wyatt would certainly have appreciated such a sight, he suspected that was something Grant would have him do, make Shy disrobe as part of his entertainment. Maybe some other time. Tonight he wanted to minister to Shy, show him how enjoyable shared pleasure was.

  “I’d like to do that myself, if you don’t mind.”

  Wyatt savored the removal of every piece of clothing, kissing and caressing every inch of flesh as it was revealed. Once Shy was naked also, they fell onto the bed of mutual accord and kissed, rubbing their bodies together, as if they couldn’t get close enough. This felt so good, felt so right…. Wyatt was afraid if he didn’t pace himself, he’d release too soon, and that would be a shame.

  When Shy pulled back, Wyatt was afraid he’d done something wrong, although he didn’t have an idea what that might be. But Shy’s question put his mind at ease.

  “Do we have lube?”

  Wyatt mentally kicked himself for not thinking of that. Good thing Shy remembered. But did he have anything? Or would they have to put their plans on hold? That would be frustrating but not the end of the world. He remembered tossing a bunch of stuff from the bathroom into his bag in his rush to get out of the house. Maybe there was something there they could use.

  “I think there might be. Let me take a look.” He gave Shy a quick kiss before he rolled off the bed, hunting for his suitcase. There it was, right where he’d left it on their arrival. He tossed it onto the extra bed and quickly unzipped it, checking the compartments for something they could use for lubrication.

  Voila! Apparently he’d had lube left over from the last time he’d needed it. He raised it aloft in triumph for Shy to see. Good thing he’d found it, or their plans would have been cut short. No way was he willing to take Shy dry. That would have been painful, and that was so not happening.

  He climbed back onto the bed. Uncapping the bottle, he squirted some of the contents onto the fingers of one hand and rubbed them together, letting the heat of his body warm the liquid a little. “Are you sure you’re ready?” He wanted to give Shy a chance to change his mind. Although he hoped he wouldn’t, he could live with it, if that was Shy’s decision. He refused to pressure him in any way. He wasn’t Randy Grant.

  “I’m not a virgin, Wyatt,” Shy reminded him with a small smile.

  “I know,” Wyatt said. “I just want you to know you have a choice, that’s all.”

  “I appreciate that,” Shy said. “I do. And I choose you.” He crooked his finger and beckoned to Wyatt, at the same time spreading his legs provocatively. Wyatt found he could do no less than obey.

  Shy pulled Wyatt down until their lips met, crashing their mouths together in a searing kiss as he rubbed against Wyatt needily. Wyatt didn’t try to guide or direct, allowing Shy the freedom to move at his own pace, to express himself as he wished.

  At last Wyatt drew back, reluctantly breaking the kiss. Shy’s lips were sweet, but he had other, more pressing needs right now. Wyatt took his lube-coated hand and teased Shy’s pucker, circling it before sliding one finger inside, followed by a second one.

  Shy gasped. “More!” he begged, and Wyatt carefully added a third finger, scissoring them inside of Shy as he worked at stretching him.

  “Need you,” Shy moaned, and the look in his big blue eyes left no doubt how much he wanted Wyatt.

  Wyatt reached inside Shy for that particular bundle of nerves that he knew from experience gave such pleasure, prodding them. Shy yelped when he touched him, and for a moment, Wyatt was afraid he’d hurt him. Shy’s reaction quickly told him otherwise.

  “Omigod, how’d you do that?” Shy arched his back, digging his heels into the bed. “However you did, can you please do it again?”

  Why was Wyatt not surprised that Shy had never had his prostate touched? Further proof, not that he needed any, that Grant was an utter pig and completely selfish.

  “That’s part of you, love,” Wyatt said, touching him again. He was gratified at
the look of sheer ecstasy that passed over Shy’s face. “Something all men have. It’s called the prostate. Kind of like a woman’s G spot.”

  “That… that’s amazing,” Shy said. Precum dripped in earnest from his hard cock. “You’re amazing.”

  To Wyatt’s surprise, Shy reached between them and grasped Wyatt’s slick cock.

  “I’m ready for you now,” Shy said, removing his hand in preparation.

  Wyatt didn’t need to be told twice. He entered Shy smoothly and completely, sheathing himself inside all that liquid heat. Shy wrapped his legs around Wyatt’s middle, crossing his ankles and resting his feet against the small of Wyatt’s back.

  Wyatt intended to be gentle their first time, but Shy was making that resolution difficult to keep. He snapped his hips in a steady rhythm, and Wyatt could do no less than follow his lead. Wet flesh slapped against wet flesh, Wyatt burying himself as deep inside Shy as he could get.

  They fused their mouths again, breathing their hunger jointly, as if they could not get enough of each other. Shy fisted his hands into Wyatt’s curls, clutching tightly. The pain only served to heighten their experience. Wyatt felt as though something electric was passing from him to Shy and back again, as though a circuit had been completed between them. Reaching for Shy’s hard cock, he pumped it in time to his own thrusts inside him. He didn’t know how long he would last at this rate, but he was determined to make sure Shy found his release first.

  Shy’s slender cock pulsed in Wyatt’s hand, his mewls of pleasure barely audible. Eyes closed and lips invitingly parted, he managed to look both debauched and innocent. As Shy’s moans increased and his body vibrated, Wyatt suspected he was close to his climax, and squeezed even harder.

  “Oh God, Wyatt,” Shy began, but barely had the words crossed his lips when he came, pumping streams of fluid that covered Wyatt’s hand, and spattered both their chests in stickiness. Shy’s muscles contracted tightly around Wyatt’s thrusting cock, eliciting moans of his own.

  “Come inside me,” Shy begged. “Make me yours.”

  Shy’s sultry voice as he urged Wyatt to his orgasm, combined with the way his walls gripped Wyatt, squeezing him, was all he needed to fall over the precipice, crying out Shy’s name as he came. He came hard and fast, harder than he thought he’d ever come before, inside of Shy.

  Shy pulled Wyatt down so their mouths met once more, deepening the kiss, holding on for dear life, until Wyatt felt he didn’t know where one left off and the other began. Wyatt couldn’t come forever. With a last shudder, he rolled over slightly, so he wouldn’t be too heavy on Shy, who burrowed into his arms, his face buried against Wyatt’s chest.

  Wyatt stroked the damp blond hair gently, letting his breathing even out. Words couldn’t even begin to describe how he felt. He was happy, elated, exhausted, exuberant, triumphant… and most of all, he was in love. Head over heels, happily in love. In a short time, Shy had become everything to him. He wanted to build a life with him. Make a new beginning for both of them.

  “I love you, Shy,” he whispered softly, receiving a murmured response in return. Shy turned his face up toward Wyatt and repeated what he’d said.

  “I love you too, Wyatt.” He stared directly into Wyatt’s eyes, and Wyatt could tell something was running around in his mind. Something troubling?

  “Can I ask you something?” Shy said at last.

  “Of course. Ask me anything. What do you want to know?”

  “Why did you come over?”

  “What do you mean?” Wyatt gave Shy a puzzled look.

  “That first day. When you came across the street and asked was something wrong. What made you do that?”

  That was a fair question. Why had he stuck his nose where it didn’t belong, when he’d made no effort to meet any of the neighbors before? He’d be lying if he said it was a neighborly gesture on his part. But simple curiosity didn’t exactly explain it either.

  The only explanation he had was tenuous at best, but it’s what he had.

  “Something drew me,” he said. “I dunno. I saw you there, saw you washing that car, over and over. And something inside of me said go over there. I didn’t know what I was going to say or do. I half expected to be told to mind my own business. But I had to try.”

  Shy released a long-held sigh, his fingers playing with the curly hairs on Wyatt’s chest. “You want to know something?”

  “What’s that?” Wyatt asked.

  “I’m really glad you did.” They kissed again and again and again, got up long enough to take a shower together, then headed back to bed to make love again, all night long.

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