Surprise Delivery

by D. J. Jamison

  “I’m not looking for anything,” he said.

  Chel looked at him knowingly. “Sometimes it finds you anyway.”

  She wasn’t wrong. As the night wore on and conversation quickly shifted to shop talk among the racing enthusiasts, Casper couldn’t help but wonder what Eric was doing.

  Probably staying in and watching television, he thought, as he polished off a beer and made his excuses to bow out early.

  He pictured Eric on the sofa, legs propped on the coffee table, with a bowl of popcorn in his lap. His brown hair would be a little unruly after a long day, and he’d probably have his laptop on the couch beside him for a little last-minute work. There was nothing exciting about the image, but it was appealing.

  And the more he thought about it, the more Casper realized it was dumb to have dodged Eric. So, they had great sexual chemistry. So, Casper spent a lot of time fantasizing about getting Eric naked and under him. There was nothing wrong with that. Just like with racing, the excitement would surely fade, and in the meantime, he had a promise to keep.

  Eric was far from cured of his workaholic tendencies. He made time for dates, but he was still putting in long hours every week, sneaking in to the office on the weekends. Casper had more work to do before Eric reprogrammed his habit of putting his job ahead of everything else — and there was no time like the present to get started.

  ***

  Eric was startled by a knock at the door at 11:30 p.m. It was a Saturday night, but Olivia had gone for a sleepover — one reason Eric had hoped to meet up with Casper — and Eric wasn’t expecting anyone. He approached the door cautiously, worried Olivia’s father, Bruce, might have lost his patience and decided to beat some reason into Eric.

  He crept to the door, leaning aside to peek through a window. A tall, built man stood on his porch. As he watched, Casper lifted a hand and ran it through his hair, then shook his arms out as if he were nervous. Eric smiled to himself. Finally, a sign that Casper cared what he thought.

  He was tempted to watch Casper’s fidgeting, but he didn’t want to chance him turning around and leaving. He opened the door with a smile.

  “Hey, I thought you were busy tonight.”

  Casper hadn’t told him why, just that he’d had plans already. Eric had been tempted to ask if those plans involved another fuck buddy, but he’d resisted. He was glad he had now. Casper would probably start avoiding him if Eric got clingy. Given how laid-back Casper tended to be, he had a feeling that commitment wasn’t the first thing on his mind. He was more of an experience it now, figure it out later kind of guy. For once in his life, Eric was wanted to be that kind of guy, too.

  Casper smiled sheepishly. “I ducked out early, and I thought maybe … if it’s not too late?” He glanced past Eric. “We could just watch some television if Olivia is home. It doesn’t have to be—”

  Eric grabbed a fistful of Casper’s T-shirt, pulling him over the threshold and into a kiss he badly needed. Had needed since the abrupt end to their last date, when Eric barely had time to dash into the bedroom for a fresh shirt before Olivia walked in the door.

  Casper didn’t hesitate. His arms came around Eric, and he swept his tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss in a flash. The front door slammed, kicked shut by Casper, and then Eric was being shuffled across the floor, while their lips were still locked, until his knees hit the sofa and he fell into the corner.

  Casper followed him down, breaking the kiss and tucking his face into the nook of Eric’s neck. “Olivia’s not here then.”

  Eric laughed. “No. Sleepover.”

  Casper lifted his head. “She won’t be back tonight?”

  Eric shook his head slowly, his eyes never leaving Casper’s face. The air thickened between them, humming with tension as Eric’s blood heated. Like the snap of a rubber band stretched too far, the moment broke, and they crashed together in a bruising kiss. Eric shoved his hands under Casper’s shirt, shoving it up his body. Casper pulled back only long enough to yank it over his head and then fell right back into the kiss.

  Casper’s hands cupped the back of Eric’s thighs, then his ass, lifted him to grind hard cock against hard cock. It sent sparks flooding Eric’s body, and he bucked, almost knocking Casper onto the floor.

  They laughed, catching their balance, and Eric urged Casper up. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

  Casper looked abashed. “I didn’t mean to jump you as soon as I got in the door.”

  Eric hesitated. “If you don’t want to …”

  Casper grabbed his shoulders and turned him in the direction of the hall. “Lead the way to your bed,” he said near his ear. “I can’t wait to get you naked.”

  I can’t wait to get you naked.

  Eric was a little uncertain how that would go. He was okay with his body — it wasn’t a sex machine, but he was healthy — but there was no way he could compete with Casper’s cut physique.

  Halfway down the hall, Casper stroked his hand down Eric’s tense back. “Something wrong?”

  Casper sounded composed, his voice even, while Eric was shaking with nerves. Maybe sex came so easily to Casper that the intimacy between them was tantamount to having coffee or seeing a movie. Enjoyable, but not meaningful.

  That made his heart lurch, and not in a good way, but Eric pushed the feeling down. He didn’t want to ruin a good thing by getting needy, so he looked over his shoulder and smiled.

  “Fine,” he said. “Sorry if the bedroom seems a little boring. I thought it’d be more comfortable.”

  Casper pulled him to a stop and pressed him to the wall. “This isn’t boring,” he said, dipping his head to kiss Eric’s neck.

  “It’s just … you’re into doing the spontaneous thing.”

  “Like when you blew me in the kitchen?”

  Eric laughed nervously. “Yeah. Or getting off in the woods. Anywhere but the bedroom.”

  Casper lifted his head and met Eric’s eyes. He looked uncharacteristically serious. “I like to have a good time, sure. But come on, I’m not going to say no to a bed,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “You blew me away last time I was here, don’t you know that? You blew my mind.”

  “Is that what I blew?” Eric said teasingly, regaining a bit of confidence with Casper’s words.

  Casper grinned and kissed him. “That and other things. But now it’s my turn. So, let’s go to that fucking bedroom so I can blow your mind too.”

  His pale blue eyes bored into Eric. His hands pinned Eric’s shoulders against the wall as he waited for a response, and his muscled body pressed against him from chest to thigh. Casper’s breath caressed his lips a second before the man leaned in and pulled Eric’s bottom lip between his teeth.

  Eric moaned as Casper pulled his lip taut, then released it and gave it a small lick. “What do you say?”

  “Definitely not boring,” Eric agreed.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Casper followed Eric into his dark master bedroom. Only the light from the hall poured through, illuminating a large king-sized bed in the center of the room. He was aware of a tall chest of drawers against one wall and a large, wooden desk against the other, but his focus was on Eric and the bed.

  Eric seemed to be over his bout of insecurity about being too boring. Casper hadn’t meant to give him a complex with all his talk of spontaneous fun. He just wanted Eric to let go a little and experience new things. Maybe he’d come on too strong.

  Boring. As if something that made his heart pound this hard could ever be boring. Eric wasn’t as predictable as he thought he was. Casper never would have guessed the last time they got together that Eric would suggest sex for their activity that night. It was inevitable they would have sex after their kisses and furtive make-out sessions, but Casper had figured it would be in the heat of the moment. Now, with a quiet house where they could be alone, that seemed like a stupid idea. He’d rather be in a bed like an adult, where he could take his time with Eric, than outside in the woods like teens who had to s
neak around.

  He followed Eric to the bedside and turned on the lamp, before pulling him close and grabbing the hem of his T-shirt. “You need less clothing,” he said teasingly.

  Eric raised his arms, allowing Casper to pull off his shirt, revealing a broad, lightly furred chest and stomach.

  “I’m, uh, not in as good a shape as you,” Eric said, crossing his arms over his chest. It made his biceps bulge — he’d obviously been pretty damn fit at some point — and Casper found Eric plenty attractive.

  He tugged Eric’s arms loose, then pointedly studied Eric’s upper body, licking his lips as he did. “You look good enough to eat.”

  Eric blushed, the red working its way up from his chest to his cheekbones, and Casper found that sexy too. He cupped his hands at Eric’s hips and drew them slowly up his flanks, memorizing the feel of his body. He watched goosebumps break out across the surface of Eric’s skin and felt a rush of power at the visible arousal.

  When his hands reached Eric’s ribs, he extended his thumbs to rub over his nipples. Eric caught his breath, biting down on his lower lip, and Casper lost all restraint. He yanked Eric into another kiss while shoving his sweats and underwear down. Then Casper dropped to his knees before him.

  Eric’s thick cock bobbed free. He didn’t have a lot of length, but the man had girth and then some.

  “Fuck, that cock.”

  Casper leaned forward and grabbed Eric’s cock. He looked up with a sly grin. “I bet this would feel amazing inside me.”

  Eric appeared to choke on his own saliva. He coughed, lifting a hand to shield his mouth, eyes watering. Heaving a breath, he said, “You mean you bottom?”

  Casper laughed. “Is that so surprising?”

  “Uh … maybe, a little.”

  “Because I’m bi?” he asked, guardedly. He’d dealt with men and women who had a whole host of preconceived notions about bisexuality.

  “Well,” Eric said, “mostly because you take charge when we’re together. You seem too assertive to enjoy it.”

  Casper could work with that. He stroked Eric’s cock slowly, gazing up at him. “I have to be in the right mood,” he admitted. “But believe me, I take what I want, even if I’m taking cock.”

  Eric shuddered. “I believe it.”

  “Does my taking charge bother you?” Casper asked as he skated his free hand up Eric’s trembling flank. “I kind of thought you liked it.”

  Eric looked embarrassed. “I do.”

  “Relax and let me take care of you then.”

  Casper released Eric’s cock and moved his hands to Eric’s waist, then his ass. He squeezed, feeling the tightening of glutes under his palms. Slowly, he spread Eric’s cheeks, letting cool air skate over his hole.

  Eric’s breathing sped up as Casper raised a finger to his mouth and got it wet, then moved it to circle his hole.

  Eric exhaled shakily. “Do it. Please.”

  Casper closed his mouth around the tip of Eric’s cock at the same moment he pressed his finger inside him, stretching him. Eric groaned loudly, the sound torn from his chest, and clutched at Casper’s shoulders to keep his balance.

  Casper sucked him hard and fast, not like Eric’s drawn-out performance the other night, and sank a second finger inside him. Eric was tight, as if he hadn’t been fucked in a long time, but he

  Rocked back Casper’s fingers, silently asking for more.

  “God, I want you to fuck me,” he gasped.

  Casper couldn’t resist an invitation like that. He worked his fingers loose and stood up. “You have supplies?”

  Eric waved a hand to the bedside table, his body trembling with need. Casper guided him down onto the bed. “Get comfortable, and I’ll be right with you.”

  He stripped, then grabbed a condom and lube from the drawer and tossed them on the bed.

  Eric had shifted to the center of the bed and turned onto his hands and knees. Casper moved up behind him, running a soothing hand down his back.

  When he slept with women, intercourse almost always happened immediately. With men, it was different. Hand jobs and blow jobs came first. That obviously wasn’t true of all men, but for him, anal sex had seemed a bigger step, a less obvious first choice.

  “You’re sure?” he asked Eric.

  “Yes,” Eric said, glancing over his shoulder. “If you want it too? You mentioned bottoming, but …”

  “I’m a man of many talents,” Casper said with a grin.

  Eric laughed nervously. “I had a feeling. Me too, about being versatile, I mean.”

  “Sounds like we’re a good match,” Casper murmured, before clicking open the lube and slicking up his fingers. He rubbed them over Eric’s hole, then pushed inside. Instead of stroking him like before, he quickly scissored his fingers to stretch him. He was eager to be inside, and judging by Eric’s state, he was ready for it.

  He rolled on the condom and pressed the head of his cock into the cleft of Eric’s ass. He briefly leaned over to kiss the small of his back, then he pressed in slowly and steadily. Eric’s body offered resistance, even after the stretching, but he breathed deep and bore down.

  Casper groaned as he slid home, Eric’s body a tight glove squeezing in from all sides. “Damn,” he murmured. “I always forget how tight …”

  “Hmm?” Eric said.

  Casper figured now wasn’t the best time to compare and contrast vaginal sex and anal sex, so he said nothing and drew back his hips before thrusting forward.

  Eric shouted, and it sounded so pained, Casper faltered and drew back. Before he could ask, Eric shoved his hips back, taking him deeper. “More,” he said hoarsely.

  Casper grinned behind his back. So, it was going to be like that. He gripped Eric’s hips to hold him steady, then let loose, thrusting hard and fast. This was one of the things he loved about men. He’d been with a few women who liked it hard, but he still had to be more cautious about how much weight he put on them, how hard he gripped with his hands. And Casper’s own view of women, that they were more delicate, kept him from unleashing on them in a primal display of pure fucking. But with men, he didn’t have to hold back.

  Especially with a sex partner like Eric, who’d just demonstrated he got off on a bit of pain.

  Eric was nearly his height and just as broad, his back muscles flexing under Casper in a reminder that he could take whatever Casper wanted to dish out. And his low-pitched groans as Casper angled up to hit his prostate were a thing of raw, masculine beauty.

  “Harder,” Eric urged.

  “Fuck, Eric,” he gasped, glad he’d stayed active, because he was pushing his own body to the limit to keep up the frenetic pace. “Much harder and I’ll break you in half.”

  “Do it,” Eric said, no longer looking for Casper to direct him. Casper loved the guttural command, the certainty in Eric’s voice that he wanted more and could take it.

  Casper leaned back, rising up on his knees and pulling Eric’s hips higher. Eric instinctively dropped his chest to the mattress, putting him at the perfect angle for Casper’s thrusts. The headboard banged loudly against the wall, and Casper put every ounce of strength into fucking Eric.

  “Touch yourself,” he ordered, feeling the tension ratcheting up in his own body. His release wasn’t far off.

  Eric grabbed his cock, stroking it as Casper fucked him, and came with a hard shudder. His inner muscles tightened around Casper’s cock, pulsing as he orgasmed, and Casper let go of his own restraint, his climax rocketing through him in a flash.

  They collapsed in a heap, breathing hard. Casper managed to hold onto the condom as he drew out and tumbled to the side.

  Casper braced for the awkward, after-sex fumbling to begin. He was never ashamed of having sex, but he’d never figured out how to gracefully exit either.

  Eric rolled over, resting his head on Casper’s shoulder. “That was amazing.”

  “Yeah, it was.”

  “Scoot over, so I don’t have to lay in the wet spot,” he added, a
nd Casper chuckled, moving to the edge of the bed. Eric came with him, throwing an arm and leg over him. In other circumstances, he might have felt trapped, but it was more comfortable than he’d expected, given they were both a sweaty mess.

  “We can shower in a minute,” Eric said sleepily. “You can stay over. Olivia won’t be home before lunch.”

  Casper felt his heart lurch, but if Eric noticed the erratic beating so close to his ear, he didn’t mention it. Eric closed his eyes and sighed, nestling his body closer to Casper’s. He’d told Casper to stay so matter-of-factly, as if it was just a given that he would. Casper had no desire to reject such a straightforward invitation. “Okay.”

  He nudged Eric awake enough to clean up, and then they slid back into the bed and curled up together. For the first time since medical school, Casper went to sleep with another person. And it wasn’t lost on him that staying over took him out of fuck buddy territory and directly into relationship grounds, but right then, with Eric asleep next to him, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

  He closed his eyes and let sleep take him.

  ***

  Casper woke to Eric tracing a finger over the tattoo on his back. The black-inked image of a man on a motorcycle —Kage — and the vividly colored hoop of fire he was preparing to jump through. The tattoo represented the way he wanted to remember Kage: fearless and daring, not weak and ill.

  Kage was diagnosed with Ewing sarcoma when he was seventeen. It started with pain in his leg, and he told Casper he just figured it was growing pains. But the ache grew stronger and stronger, until he began to rack his brain for how he might have hurt it. Banged it into something, bruised it, something. In the end, he went to the doctor and discovered his body was attacking itself. He had chemo, which made him incredibly sick for most of his junior year. Then he had surgery, which sidelined him while he was a senior. He missed a lot of school, and Casper — a friend and neighbor — began bringing him schoolwork. Then tutoring him when he got behind. Then kissing him, falling in love with him.