The Scientist and the Supermodel

by Tara Lain

  He reached down and pulled Jake up to a kneeling position. Still massaging his cock, he kissed him, at first tenderly, and then with his passionate tongue pushed deep into Jake’s mouth. Holy shit, Jake loved kissing him. Fire flashed from his lips to his cock, igniting everything along the way. He just went nuts. Oh God, he had to stick his cock in Roan. He wanted to have him, own him.

  He pushed Roan down onto his hands and knees, where the man instantly dropped his head to the pillow, leaving his gorgeous ass sticking up toward Jake. Wild, Jake grabbed his own cock and stuck it against what looked like a far too small hole. Insane to be inside this man, to truly be his lover, he pushed hard against his ass, and miraculously, he heard Roan breathe out with a great sigh and felt his own cock sink into the tightest, hottest, most heavenly place it had ever been. In an instant, he was an addict.

  “Oh my God!” Jake collapsed over Roan’s back, his cock pushed inside him so far, his balls were snuggled against that lovely ass. “Roan. Oh baby.”

  He heard a soft chuckle. “Told you, love. No one has ever felt so good in my ass.”

  That powerful feeling of being totally a man consumed him, and Jake began to fuck, pushing in and out of that tight, hot sheath. The heat rushed straight up his cock to his spine and blasted through his head like an inferno. Roan began to cry out, at first softly moaning and then screaming obscenities of love as Jake pounded and pounded. Oh God, nothing had ever felt this good. He shifted his position, and Roan screamed, “Yes!” Clearly having done something right, Jake did it again and again. He saw Roan clawing at his own huge cock. Jake reached around and began to pump it as he continued his relentless fucking.

  Roan threw his head back, and Jake did the first thing that possessed him. He bit Roan on the neck.

  “Jake. Oh God, too good. Gonna come. Gonna come…” Roan’s cum filled Jake’s palm until it spilled over and began to drip down onto the sheets.

  Oh God, Roan had come. He’d made him come. Hot tingles pressed behind his eyes, and in a flash, his body screamed into orgasm. That light in his head went black, and he felt like he was floating in lava, every cell on fire with climax, jets of cum shooting into that perfect ass. Roan. Perfect.

  Unable to sustain his own weight, he collapsed against Roan’s back. His lover held him up for a few seconds as his body continued to tremble in the aftershocks of orgasm, and then he collapsed on the bed, taking Jake with him.

  Jake’s first vaguely sensible thought was that it was sure nice lying on someone he couldn’t crush. Then he began to chuckle.

  The silky voice below him was muffled. “What are you laughing at, straight boy?”

  He nuzzled the ear closest to him. “Don’t know if you can use that name for me anymore, gay boy.”

  “Feeling pretty proud of ourselves are we?” He sounded amused.

  Jake slid a little to the side, giving Roan room to turn over and face him as Jake pressed against his body. “Actually, I’m feeling damned wonderful. I haven’t come that hard”—he leaned down and kissed Roan’s lips softly—“ever.” Then, for no reason he could exactly explain, he took his sticky, cum-covered hand and began to lick it.

  “Oh shit, Jake, you are so sexy.” Roan pulled the hand down to his own lips and began to lick it too, twining his tongue with Jake’s.

  Jake whispered against the shell of Roan’s ear, “Can’t believe I’m getting hard again.”

  “Want to suck you till you come.”

  Jake did his best sulky child imitation. “No, I want to suck you.”

  Roan grinned big. “Let’s share.” He sat up. Pulling the used condom off Jake, he positioned his head beside Jake’s now half-masted cock and stretched himself out along his side, giving Jake access to his already full erection. Both men grabbed their joysticks and went eagerly to work.

  Chapter Six

  Wow. When was the last time he woke up with someone’s head on his shoulder? He was usually the first one to get up and go home. Not this time. Jake buried his nose in the thick black hair of his sleeping lover and smelled some sweet, barely discernible scent like ginger. He noticed that his nose wasn’t the only active appendage this morning. Morning wood stood at rigid attention.

  It was amazing he could ever get it up again. They had literally fucked themselves senseless last night, riding their hormones relentlessly with hard-on after hard-on until exhaustion had finally claimed them both. But jeez, it had been great. Amazingly, Roan said he hadn’t had a really satisfying sexual relationship in a long time, just like Jake. Well, last night they’d made up for centuries of bad sex. He may have just trashed his life, but there had been bountiful rewards.

  He glanced down over the smooth, hard back, and for the first time, could make out the tattoo on Roan’s shoulder. Tilting his head, he read I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. D.H. Lawrence? He was pretty sure. Something about a bird falling from a branch, frozen, but never feeling sorry for itself. Wow. He’d like to hear that story.

  He stretched a little, trying not to wake Roan but needing to get the kinks out of his body. Had they been cuddled this way all night? That would be another first for Jake. After sex, he usually was ready to claim some alone time.

  “Is this for me?” The silky voice hummed against Jake’s chest as a hand surrounded his very prominent hard-on.

  Jake chuckled. “I thought I would never fuck again, but obviously my cock has different ideas.”

  “Do you need to pee first?”

  “No, the small head is in charge right now, and he wants to fuck you stupid.”

  Roan wiggled out from Jake’s side, reached to the nightstand for condoms and lube, and ripped a package open with his teeth, while never once stopping his stroking of Jake’s erection.

  Jake moaned, “You are a multitasking fool, sweetheart.” And though he didn’t say it, since it sometimes made Roan uncomfortable, the model was also the most beautiful thing Jake had ever seen in the morning. Forget your sunrises; keep your setting moon. Roan’s face, still a little sleepy and heavy-lidded, was clearly the eighth wonder of the world.

  Jake reached out and caressed Roan’s cheek as the brunet focused on getting the condom on Jake. “You don’t have much beard, do you?”

  Roan shook his head distractedly, since he was clearly on a mission to fuck. “Native American genes, I’m told.”

  “But you’re so fair.”

  “Yeah, the Irish won.” He grinned as he began to stroke Jake’s sheathed cock with lube. “But let me demonstrate my Plains Indian skills.”

  He swiped some lube on his own hole, raised up, and began to lower himself on Jake’s rigid cock.

  “Holy shit, you mean there’s a position we missed last night?”

  “Oh baby, you’ve got lots to learn.”

  Roan began to ride. The strong, lean thighs levered him up and down, taking Jake’s cock deep into his own tight ass while his enormous penis bobbed in front of him. His eyes were closed and head hung back with the silky black hair flying, and Jake wanted to be his buffalo pony forever. Jesus, it felt so good. Never in his whole life would he have dreamed how much he could love fucking a man. But he did; oh shit, he did. He knew he couldn’t last long. He’d awakened already horny, but he didn’t want it to end.

  Jake tried to thrust back, but in this position, Roan did most of the work, so he just relaxed and enjoyed while his beauty got his lower body exercise for the week. Tight, hot. Jake couldn’t help but wish he wasn’t wearing the condom. He wanted to come in Roan’s ass and fill him up till he overflowed. But who knew where that ass had been?

  Roan’s big dick was glowing a brilliant pink and leaking like a water fountain. Jake so wanted to suck it, but that much of a contortionist he wasn’t, so he reached out with both hands and began to rub the big cock fast and hard on both sides like it was a huge fire stick.

  “Shiiiiit.” Roan’s pumping became frantic as he literally jumped up and down on Jake. Jake kept making fire as Roan’s head swung wildly back an
d forth, and the boy demonstrated a whole new obscene vocabulary. Jake’s balls were pulled tight as acorns, and he was getting light-headed trying to hold back his orgasm. The dam broke.

  “Roan, baby, God, you are soooo hot!” he screamed as he felt like his balls were exploding, and his body convulsed with the spurts of cum filling the condom. “So good. So good.” He opened his eyes to watch tears flowing down the most beautiful face in the world.

  Finally, Roan collapsed forward onto Jake’s chest, and his softening cock slowly pulled out of Roan’s ass. Jake tossed the condom on the floor and held Roan tightly, sensing the vulnerability that the boy didn’t want to show.

  “Hey, my little wild thing. You okay?”

  The head bobbed on his chest. “More than.” Jake nibbled his ear.

  “I never fully appreciated Geronimo before. Or was it Crazy Horse?”

  Roan laughed what might have been called a giggle if it hadn’t been so low and sultry. “Well, after all the ways you’ve been in my ass in the last twelve hours, baby, now I’m Sitting Bull.”

  * * *

  Roan loved to cook. After a few hours of cuddling and kissing on the couch while watching movies in the media room, Roan was exercising his other great love, preparing the early dinner he’d promised Angie and Tick Tock. During the height of fashion season, when he barely had time to sleep, he hired a chef to prepare healthy meals, but in the slower times, he loved to be creative in the kitchen himself. Right now he was dredging some sole fillets and preparing a sauce for baked red potatoes. Jake was ripping greens for a salad.

  While cooking usually relaxed Roan, it wasn’t having its usual effect. They hadn’t talked a lot during their cuddling, almost by mutual agreement, but now the thoughts were crowding Roan’s head. Who was the woman Jake cared about? How committed to her was he? Was Jake’s time with Roan just a fling? He said he wasn’t comfortable with the gay thing, but he seemed to love the sex. How would he feel tomorrow?

  Jake interrupted his troubled musings. “Tell me about the tattoo.”

  “What about it?”

  “There’s gotta be a story. Hearts and skulls I get, but D.H. Lawrence?”

  Roan smiled tightly, the memories a bit too dark. “It’s a manifesto of sorts. I found the poem one time in the library and always remembered it. When I decided to screw the bastards and be a raging success, I had it tattooed on my shoulder to declare my independence.”

  “The bastards?”

  “My father mostly.”

  “Ah, not your favorite.”

  “No.” The flat, hard syllable pretty much summed up his feelings. Jake must have sensed it. He changed the subject.

  “You like poetry? Did you study it in college?”

  Roan gave Jake a level glance and went back to sautéing onions and tomatoes. “I didn’t go to college. In fact, I didn’t finish high school.” He looked up again at Jake, the PhD, to see how that news went over.

  Jake didn’t seem disgusted. “Wow. I never would’ve guessed.”

  “Yeah, well, I spent a lot of time in the library as a kid. It was kind of a safe place where my father never went.”

  “Is he the reason you left high school?”

  “Oh yeah. He’d always hated me because he decided when I was born there was no way I could be his. But then when I was seventeen, he got wind that I was gay.” He transferred the sauce to a plate and put it in the warmer. “I figured I wasn’t going to survive that beating, so I left. Fortunately, I’d met a guy who gave me his card and told me he could make me a model. Since apparently heaven decided to give me a break, he turned out to be on the level. I changed my name from Robert Andrew Murphy, and Roan Black was born.”

  “A wild thing who didn’t feel sorry for himself?”

  Roan felt tears prickle behind his eyes as he saw Jake’s tender gaze. “Yeah.”

  The tall blond walked across the kitchen and took Roan in his arms. “You’re really something, y’know that?”

  The words were out of Roan’s mouth before he could pull them back. “Jake, who’s the woman?”

  He felt the man stiffen, then try to relax. “Who?” But Roan knew that Jake knew exactly what he was talking about.

  “The woman you care about, the one who you say you can’t have.”

  Jake let Roan go and walked a few steps to the kitchen island, staring at a bowl of fruit. Roan suddenly felt cold. The other man was silent so long, Roan sighed. “It’s okay. No reason to tell me.”

  “Yeah, there is.” The blue eyes looked at Roan like lasers. “If I ever want to see you again, right?”

  Roan felt a clutch in his chest. “Do you want to see me again?”

  Jake hesitated, and Roan held his breath. “Yeah.” He picked up an apple and put it back down. “It’s my boss, Emmaline Silvay. I’ve had a hard-on for her practically since the first day I met her. She’s beautiful and smart and has a great temperament, funny, inclusive, expansive, visionary…”

  Roan felt sick to his stomach as Jake’s paean of praise went on.

  “But she’s also thirty-six, brilliant, and a world-renowned geneticist who doesn’t need some callow youth fawning over her when she’s got the world at her feet.”

  “And she’s your boss.”

  “That too, in a very conservative, religious-based university that frowns on such liaisons, even if she was interested in one.” Jake walked to a high stool at the island and sat heavily. “Plus, I’m now considering the idea that I may just be kidding myself about how she’s the one I want so no other girl will do. Shit, Roan, I just spent the last day fucking a guy and enjoying the hell out of it. In fact, I’ve never had better sex in my life. Maybe I’m just full-on gay and never admitted it.”

  Roan laughed, feeling a little lighter after Jake’s reluctant admission. “When was the first time you were attracted to a guy, Jake? When was the first time you felt like you had to get your cock in a guy or you’d die?”

  The blond looked a little sheepish. “Last week.”

  Roan shook his head. “I shouldn’t tell you this. I should say you’re right, you’re a flaming queen and have to spend your life with me. But in fact, baby, the chances are good that you’re barely bisexual. You feel about men the way I do about women. Every now and then there’s some guy that turns you on, but mostly you just like girls.”

  Jake stared at his hands. “One.”

  “What?”

  “There’s one guy that turns me on.”

  Roan cleared the space in an instant and had his lips locked to his lover’s before Jake could take a breath. When he came up for air, he said fiercely, “If she doesn’t want you, she’s not as smart as you say she is.”

  * * *

  “If you ever give up modeling, you can become a chef.” Jake leaned back in his chair and patted his stomach. Even though the food had been fairly lean and healthful, he’d eaten a lot of it. Now they were all sipping after-dinner wine and struggling not to loosen their belts.

  Roan shrugged modestly. “I’ll need a plan B, since modeling has a half-life of about fifteen minutes.”

  “He neglects to mention that he’s been a major model for five years and the world’s top supermodel for three.” Angie sounded like a proud mother.

  “Top male supermodel.” Roan looked at Jake to explain. “The boys aren’t on top in this business. Women out-earn us at least three to one.”

  “Nonsense,” Angie huffed. “There’s only maybe one female supermodel in the world who out-earns you, my darling, and not by much. Plus, you’re a man. You can work for years even after that gorgeous mane turns gray, while all the female supermodels will be selling cosmetics on QVC.”

  Roan leaned over and gave her a one-armed hug. “That’s because I have such a great agent.”

  Tick Tock interrupted the mutual admiration. “How about you, Doc? Are there big bucks in your future being a geneticist?”

  Jake chuckled. “Maybe I’ll make a few dollars off patents in my life, but for the for
eseeable future, it’s mostly about small pay for way too much work.” He glanced at Roan. “In fact, I’ve gotta work tomorrow all day, so I probably ought to think of catching the train back to Long Island tonight.”

  There was a flash of shock on Roan’s face before he controlled it, but Jake saw it, and it pulled at his heart.

  “No fair,” Tick Tock chimed in. “Tomorrow’s Sunday.”

  Jake tried to not feel like he was stabbing Roan in the chest and then pushing the blade into himself. “Yeah, well, I usually work all weekend. Taking last night and today off was really a change for me, especially after getting so far behind at the conference.” Then he heard himself say an amazing thing. “I wish I didn’t have to go.” And it was the truth. As much as Jake loved his work, as much as he wanted to see Em, he didn’t want to leave Roan—his lover. His male lover.

  Angie got the unspoken message and was instantly gathering up Tick Tock and rushing them both to the door. “We gotta go too.” She gestured at Roan. “This guy needs his beauty sleep.”

  Tick Tock was moving a little more reluctantly. “Don’t forget the big shoot on Monday, Roan. You gotta be there at five a.m. for hair and makeup. You know the location? It’s three and a half days’ work at least.”

  Roan kept staring at Jake. “Yeah, I got it. Don’t worry.”

  When they’d finally left, the two men just looked at each other, Jake sitting on the back of the couch and Roan leaning against the closed door.

  “I was telling the truth, Roan. I wish I didn’t have to go.”

  “But you gotta?”

  “Yeah, she works me hard, but not as hard as she works herself. If I’m not there, she’ll only get two hours sleep instead of five or six.”

  “I’m trying not to hate her.”

  Jake hopped off the couch and stepped over to wrap his arms around Roan. “Please don’t, baby. I’ll bet you’d actually really love her if you met her.”

  Roan’s green eyes locked with Jake’s, and he threw down the gauntlet. “Then introduce me.”