The Brotherhood 10: The Salt of the ... Earth?

by Willa Okati

  Alex rested his chin on one well-shaped knee. “So,” he murmured. “Was it good for you?”

  “You’re a demon,” Dylan managed to rasp. “Why the hell didn’t you come in with someone? Any man who knows how to use his mouth like that ... God.” He removed the used condom with shaking fingers, tied a knot in the end, and hurled it neatly into a trash can by the bed. “Don’t think I’m not going to get inside your ass,” he warned. “Just give me a few minutes.”

  Alex lowered his eyelids to half-mast. “Thought we were still technically on the clock.”

  “Not anymore. As if I’m going to go back to pulling drinks when I’ve got a hot armful like you with me? I can afford a sick night.”

  “Liar, liar, pants on fire.” Alex drew his nails lightly down the corded length of Dylan’s thigh. “You’re not sick at all.”

  Dylan flashed him a wavering grin. “You never heard of lovesick?” He rolled away from Alex before Alex, startled, could form a reply, and stood. That taut, toned ass of Dylan’s flexed temptingly as he walked toward a wall phone Alex hadn’t noticed before.

  As Alex watched, his lover’s fingers danced over the keypad. Dylan swore once when he had to stop and redial, but he managed to get the right number on the second try. “Silas? Hi. It’s Dylan, from the Motor Pool bar. Can you have someone cover for me the rest of the night?” Pause. “Damn. Busted. Yeah, I did meet someone.” Pause. “No, it’s not just anyone. He’s one of the Brothers.” Longer pause. “Take it easy. I know what I’m doing. Don’t worry about Liam. I’ll treat my guy right.” Pause. “Great, thanks.”

  Alex leaned against the bed as Dylan hung up, and then turned around to face him. “It always comes back to Liam,” he drawled. “That man is a mystery to me, but if he gets you off the hook for the night, I’ll have to kiss him when I see him next.”

  “Better not. I want all your kisses.”

  “Then you’ll have to earn them, won’t you? Mmm.” Alex sighed happily as Dylan reached down and pulled him up for a hard lip-lock, tasting the man’s natural flavor again even in the all-too-brief encounter. “Now we have all night. Whatever shall we do with our time?”

  “No one operates on an empty belly,” Dylan informed him. “Let me get dressed, and I’ll take you to one of Amour Magique’s restaurants. We need more than popcorn and pretzels to fuel us up for tonight.”

  “Oh, and waste all that good-quality fucking time?” Alex batted his eyes once more. “I thought you wanted to put your cock in me.”

  Dylan’s grin was sharp. “All in due course.. Right now, I’ll find you a change of pants while I dress. Damn, I never knew anyone who could come just from sucking before. You’re fantastic.”

  “And it just goes up from here.”

  “I may not survive.”

  “Maybe not, but you’ll go with a smile on your face.”

  “Food first, you insatiable kitten. Then we come back here and fuck. I promise.” Dylan held out his hand. “Once more with feeling. Are you ready, willing, and able?”

  Alex considered for a moment, then reached up to take the warm, strong fingers in his own. “Lead on,” he purred. “I can’t wait to see what you have in mind.”

  Chapter Four

  Alex was about to put on the clothes Dylan had offered when he was struck by a bright idea. “Room service,” he blurted.

  Dylan paused. “Say what, now?”

  “Food brought to the room. You know, so we don’t have to go anywhere.” Alex cast the loaner clothes aside. “I’d rather stay right here as long as we can. The lighting is just to die for, there’s plenty of condoms and lube and, oh, yes, this great big bed.” He shrugged the shirt he still wore off his shoulders and let it float gracefully into a puddle on the floor. “And all the things we could do on this bed. Even while waiting for room service to show up.”

  Dylan had paused with his hand on the doorknob but now turned to watch Alex. The expression in his eyes was hot as he gazed at Alex’s naked torso. Alex preened, knowing that he presented a tempting picture: rippling with lean muscle and smooth as a man’s chin right after a shave, crowned by his two lovely flat nipples. “You make a good argument. But what if I told you Amour Magique doesn’t have room service?”

  “Then I’d just have to have you for dinner. Mmm, big strong man with a side of sex. Best entrée I can think of.”

  The tall bartender grinned. “So, would it spoil your fun if I told you they do have room service?”

  “Depends. Can I eat my meal off of you?” Alex moved his hands to his zipper and drew it down. “I can imagine all sorts of things to do with food, if you’re bound and determined that we eat.”

  “There is a meal called the ‘Full-Body Special ...’” Dylan ran his tongue across his lips. “Blow job of my life aside, do you think you’re worth the cash for that kind of VIP treatment?”

  “Baby, I’m worth my weight in platinum.” Alex slipped out of his shoes and dropped his cargo pants, good and sticky in the front. He’d gone commando. Now his cock was revealed in all its glory, thick and uncut, a respectable size even when he wasn’t hard. He posed for Dylan. “Don’t you think so?”

  “If there’s a chance I can get my hands on that fat prick, I’ll order two of the specials.”

  “Play your cards right.” Alex fluttered his eyelashes and strolled, completely naked, over to the bed. He lay on top of the covers, a nice hardy quilt, and arranged himself just so, head on the pillows and body drawn up just far enough to hide the good bits while letting others peek out. He dearly loved to tease.

  “What game is it now? Five-card stud?”

  Alex grinned. “Joker’s wild.”

  “What does the winner get?”

  “Mmm. Whatever he wants. And he gets to do it with the loser.”

  Something bright flared in Dylan’s deep brown eyes. “That a fact? Well ... I might just take you up on the offer, then.”

  “It’s not an offer. It’s a bet.”

  “A bet, right. Can’t forget that. Ah, and to think I could be upstairs right now, changing channels between the trivia game and the post-action highlights. Such are the hours gone by. Hope my replacement’s having fun.”

  “He’d better not be having as good a time as you are.” Alex caressed the quilt. He liked the way it felt, rough in some spots and soft in others, just like Dylan’s hands. Mmm, those hands. “Put in an order, and come join me.”

  “Demanding, demanding.”

  “You know you love it. Dial already.”

  Dylan shook his head, dark curls tumbling, but went to the phone again. He punched in a series of numbers and waited. “Yes, is this the kitchens? Oh, good. No, I know I’m not paid enough to afford you. This is going to be on one of the Brothers’ tabs. I know you’ve heard of them, right? Which one? Alex. Yep. Send the bill to Silas, care of Liam. One Full-Body Special. With a selection of drinks. House choice. Doesn’t matter to me; choose something that goes with the entrée.” He grinned. “Good deal. Thanks. Just knock.” He replaced the receiver as Alex watched him with an arched eyebrow.

  “This meal must be pretty pricey,” he observed. “If you’re not careful, I’m going to think you like me.”

  “Hey, it’s all on your tab.”

  “Ah, yes, my big-but-nonexistent tab. I really do have to thank Liam.” Alex stretched a little, enjoying the play of his muscles. “So do you think we could come up with a few ways to pass the time until the food arrives?” He lifted one leg, letting Dylan get a glimpse of his balls but not his cock. “There’s an old saying concerning turnabout. It’s supposed to be fair play.”

  “Are you asking me to wrap my lips around that beautiful prick of yours?” Dylan crossed his arms. Alex admired him from head to foot. Mt. Dylan. Oh, but he could pick them!

  “I’m saying you want to,” he answered with certainty. “I can read your mind.”

  “You’re sure you’re human?”

  “Born and bred.”

  “And you’re fine
with the fact that I’m not?”

  Alex rolled his eyes. “I’m here, aren’t I? You know, you really have to tell me what you are.”

  “There’s plenty of clues. Just take a look around. Smell the air. Salty.” Dylan winked.

  “Now, come here. Lick me clean and then get me all dirty again.” Alex parted his legs, fully revealing himself. His cock was already on the move, enthusiastically rising to the occasion. “Don’t take all day. You have to finish before room service gets here.”

  “Oh, I do, do I?” Dylan crossed the room swiftly, his long legs eating up the short distance. He lay on the bed beside Alex, his head hovering over Alex’s groin. “We’re on the clock again?”

  Alex tapped him. “I’ve just started the swingy thing going.”

  “Pendulum.”

  “Whatever. Just shut up and suck me. Then, later on, we can get to the fucking. After, as you insist, we eat.”

  Dylan grinned wolfishly. “Oh, you’re going to like the Full-Body Special. I bet it’ll be the meal of your life.”

  I’ve had fine food before. But why couldn’t this be the best I’ve ever tasted? I’ll try anything and everything once. Alex gasped as Dylan lowered lips to his cock, wrapped around it, and started to suck. “Oh, yeah. Good and hard. That’s how we play.” He tugged at his lover’s curls, running them through his fingers. “Fuck! Yes!”

  Dylan lifted his head. “If you like this, just wait until dinnertime.”

  Alex raised an eyebrow.

  * * * * *

  “Yum ...” Alex lifted his mouth to take the last bite of chicken from between Dylan’s lips. He still tasted salt when he kissed Dylan, but it didn’t overpower the flavors of their meal. Each segment, from the appetizer of braised asparagus to the tiniest soft rolls to this chicken, was perfectly sized and shaped to be fed from mouth to mouth. Everything had been a delicious treat, made even better by touching Dylan’s lips with each bite. The poultry was perfectly spiced with a hot dash of rosemary that perked it up even more and making it something entirely different and wonderful.

  Alex was used to fine foods; he ate well in his position as a valet, but he didn’t generally eat naked. This he could get used to. Especially if he happened to be dining in the buff with Dylan. His adventure in Amour Magique got better and better by the second.

  Alex slipped his hand down between Dylan’s legs and stroked what he found there, rigid and silky, ready to go. “Do we get dessert with this meal?”

  Dylan grinned. “Yes, but I’d call what you’re touching another main course.”

  “You filled my mouth up just fine earlier. This chicken is but a finishing touch.”

  “Oh, we’re a long way from finished.”

  “You read my mind.” Alex caressed Dylan’s swollen cock again, feeling it buck underneath his questing fingertips. “Now, dessert ...?”

  “All good things come to those who wait,” Dylan chided. “Besides, I think you’ll get a kick out of this. Lie down on your back, with your arms by your sides and your legs straight.” He reached for the silver cover on one last tray. “Now, promise me you’ll be good.”

  “Me? Never. But what about if I promise to be bad?”

  “With you, that’s pretty much the same thing.” Dylan gave Alex a love tap on the thigh. “Now stay still, kitten. Let me work my own brand of magic.”

  Alex gave a long, put-upon sigh. “If you think this is more important than sex ...”

  “Kitten, nothing is more important than sex, especially with a dish like you in the room. But I promised you the Full-Body Special, and I intend to deliver what I promised. So lie still.”

  Alex rolled his eyes and grumbled, wriggled just to prove he could, then lay as he’d been directed like an obedient boy. Wonder what’s under that cover? It’d better be a can of whipped cream and maybe a surprise toy or two ...

  He tilted his head in curiosity as Dylan lifted the lid to reveal a pile of succulent-looking fruit. Everything from melon balls, sticky in their own juice, to rings of pineapple, to ripe red cherries. The fruit was surrounded by a small selection of serving-sized bottles of alcohol. Alex recognized a few of the labels. Crème liqueurs.

  Mmm, this could be fun.

  He wiggled again, then was quiet as Dylan made his first selection. Two rings of pineapple. A wicked look on his face, the bartender laid one around each of Alex’s nipples. Alex squealed. “Ooh, those are cold!”

  “I’ll warm you right up.” Dylan picked up a handful of cherries and started decorating Alex’s torso, arranging the fruit in a straight line arrowing down to his groin. Warm fingers brushed the swelling of his cock, then, disappointingly ‑‑ or not ‑‑ went back to the fruit tray. He picked up several sticky melon balls and laid them in the nest of hair surrounding Alex’s cock, balancing each one just so.

  Alex purred. “I see what you mean by ‘Full Body.’”

  “The whole meal should have been eaten this way, but I was just too hungry to do more than wait for dessert. I would have loved to eat every last bite off this hot, tight little body.”

  “What did we decide about calling me little?”

  “Right. Are you going to punish me?”

  “As soon as I’m not covered with fruit, I’m going to show you exactly how good I am at being very, very bad.”

  “Kitten ...” Dylan leaned down to kiss him, first light and tender, then hard and passionate. “There is just nothing about you that isn’t bad to the bone. You were born to drive a man to sin.”

  “Hail Mary,” Alex replied with a wink and a playful wrinkle of his nose.

  “Be with us now, and at the hour of our little death. Now, can you please be quiet for a few more minutes? This is going to require all of my concentration.” Dylan laced his fingers together, then stretched them, cracking the knuckles. “Work, work, work. You’re so high-maintenance.”

  “And you love every bit of it.”

  “I think you’re worth the effort.” Dylan gave him another light slap, not hard enough to undo his careful work. “Behave yourself.”

  “Well, that’s no fun.”

  “Hush.” Dylan lowered his mouth to Alex’s right nipple and began, ever so slowly, to eat the sweet-smelling pineapple.

  “Ohh.”

  Dylan swallowed. “Now you’re getting the idea.” He bent again and bit gently at Alex’s nipple, blowing cool air over the sting. “Let a hungry man feast.”

  Alex tried to lie still, he really did. But it was so ... damned ... hard to play by the rules when the most gorgeous side of beefcake he’d seen in months was using his lips and tongue and teeth in one of the best possible ways.

  Dylan went slowly, bite by bite. When he’d finished with the pineapple, lapping Alex’s nipples free of their juice, he made his way down the row of cherries, swirling his tongue in circles around each one before lapping the fruit into his mouth.

  Alex whimpered.

  “I knew you’d like this.”

  “Eat me.”

  “Trying my best.” Dylan ate another cherry. “How do you like the room service you demanded?”

  “If you don’t finish soon, I’m going to sit up, tackle you, and we’ll both be fucking on top of squashed melon balls.”

  “Well, we can’t have that.” Dylan ate the last cherry. Finally, he brought his hands into play, rubbing a line down where the succulent food had lain. “You taste so sweet. It’s not just the fruit. You’re good to the last drop.”

  “Nothing wakes you up like semen in the cup,” Alex said very seriously.

  Dylan cracked up, holding his sides. “Jesus! Watch your mouth, kitten.”

  “Watch it for me.”

  “I’m about to do a lot more than that.” Dylan shifted position and braced himself over Alex’s groin. “Now, be very, very careful. This is a delicate operation, and I don’t want to bite the wrong thing.”

  Alex groaned.

  “Oh, yeah. Music to my ears.”

  Dylan nuzzled into Alex’s groin
, lapping up each melon ball in turn. He diligently cleaned up after himself, taking care of each drop of juice. Alex moaned and fisted his hands in the covers as Dylan ate, feeling the tickle of mouth and lips taunting him with the promise of what would come.

  When he’d eaten the last melon ball, Dylan pressed his mouth against Alex’s hard, ready cock, kissing his way up its side. He licked the top and hummed. “Sweet.”

  “You’d better finish what you started,” Alex warned.

  “Oh, I will. But every meal deserves a little alcohol to wash it down.” Dylan reached for one of the bottles of crème liqueur. He screwed off the small cap and offered it to Alex. Alex tipped his head back to be fed like a baby bird. Dylan dripped a few drops on his tongue, just enough for Alex to get the taste of sweet almond cream, before he pulled the bottle back. “Don’t be greedy. Besides, I think you’ll like this even better.”

  Raising himself, he slowly tilted the bottle and drizzled it over Alex’s chest and stomach, the creamy drink forming pools that slowly began trickling down Alex’s sides. “Oops, we’re making a mess.”

  Alex closed his eyes in sheer bliss at the feel of the silky liquid on his skin. “I do hope you’re about to do what I think you’re going to do.”

  “There’s nothing like a good encore.” Dylan licked around Alex’s nipple, then began cleaning him like a big cat ‑‑ a mountain lion to Alex’s sex kitten ‑‑ driving him completely out of his mind. He followed each runnel down to the covers and came back again for more. The scent of almonds and liqueur filled the air between them, along with Dylan’s own unique smell of salty sea air. The room resounded with small sucking and lapping noises, just like one man sucking another off, along with Alex’s groans and whispers, begging Dylan both to keep on going and to never, ever stop.

  By the time Dylan drew back, swiping his lips with his tongue for the last traces of amaretto, Alex had had enough. He lifted up, his torso gleaming with juices and saliva, and seized the back of Dylan’s neck, dragging him down for a rough, bruising kiss. He took the lead this time, plundering the bartender’s mouth for the taste of sweet fruit, sharp liqueur, and the faintest aftertaste of Scotch. Dylan moaned into his mouth, then hissed as Alex sucked his tongue inside and bit it.