Unbreakable

by Colette Davison

  Mac grabbed the crumpled kitchen towel and threw it at Russel, striking him in the chest. “You’re a bastard, you know that?”

  Russel dropped his pizza onto the plate and clenched his hands over his heart. “You got me!”

  Mac rolled his eyes.

  “Why is it weird?” Russel asked.

  “Huh?”

  “To talk about sex with me?”

  Mac shrugged. “We hardly know each other, and we’re pretending to be boyfriends.” He hunched his shoulders. “Besides, I don’t really talk about that kind of stuff with anyone.”

  Russel’s eyes grew wide. “No one at all?”

  Mac’s bottom lip jutted out as he shook his head. “It’s not really done, is it? I mean, we’re guys.”

  “So?” Russel rested his elbows on the table. “I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume that your parents didn’t ever talk about sex. Am I right?” He almost regretted what he’d said. Mac hadn’t said when his mum had walked out, but it could have been before discussing sex would have been appropriate.

  “No. Most of my sex ed came from school—strictly heterosexual, of course—or my older brothers bragging about their conquests. They were both into girls, so listening to them wasn’t much help.”

  “But you’re not a virgin, right? I mean, you’ve not just had butt sex with a dildo, have you?”

  “Of course I’m not a fucking virgin.” Mac looked around the room, everywhere but at Russel. “I’ve had hook-ups and I’ve dated, but guys tend to want a certain thing from me.”

  Russel sat up straight. “Let me guess: they want you to give them a good fucking?”

  Mac nodded, still not looking at Russel.

  “But you prefer to bottom?”

  “I hate being a top,” Mac mumbled. “I don’t get the same pleasure out of it.” Mac looked utterly miserable with the conversation despite opening up.

  Not that Russel wanted to push him much further; that would be like kicking a puppy. “I know how you feel.”

  Finally, Mac looked Russel squarely in the eyes.

  Russel gestured to himself. “Look at me. I’m a skinny runt. I can’t put muscle mass on if I try, and believe me, I have tried. But that means guys tend to want me to be their bitch and, handsome, trust me when I tell you I am no one’s bitch.”

  Mac chuckled, though there was tension in the sound. “I can believe that.” He picked at his pizza. “You prefer to top, then?”

  “I prefer to be in charge. That doesn’t always mean being the top; that part’s negotiable. But when a guy wants to play it rough and push me around—” He wagged his finger. “Uh-uh. I’m out of there like a shot.” He looked up to the corner of the room. “Unless I’m in the mood for that kind of thing, which happens very occasionally. Then I’ll let a guy rough-fuck me into oblivion.”

  “Huh.” Mac tilted his head. He was staring at Russel as though he was seeing him in a new light; maybe he was.

  Russel leant back in his chair. “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

  “Sorry, what?”

  “Our little chat about sex.”

  Mac’s shoulders stiffened. “No.” He cleared his throat. “I guess not.”

  Russel grinned at him. “More pizza?”

  “Sure.”

  They chatted as they ate, mostly avoiding the topic of sex. It didn’t take them long to demolish both pizzas, and after Russel had cleaned up the plates, they wound up back in the lounge, on the sofa.

  “I should head home soon,” Mac said.

  Russel felt a pull of disappointment in his stomach. “Why? The night is young.”

  “Yeah, but we both have work in the morning.”

  Russel shrugged and reached for the remote. “The offer of watching something on Netflix is still there. We could probably find a movie.”

  “Not one we’d agree on.” Mac’s hands had come to rest on his upper thighs.

  Russel laughed. “That’s right! I’d want a romcom, and you’d want an action movie.”

  “That about sums it up.”

  “How about Speed?”

  Mac frowned. “The Sandra Bullock movie?”

  “You don’t look impressed. It’s an action movie, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah, so why do you want to watch it?”

  Russel fanned himself. “You’ve seen it, right? Keanu Reeves is hot in it.”

  Mac rolled his eyes. “Can’t say I’ve ever noticed.”

  “Liar!” Russel batted Mac over the thigh; Christ, it was solid. “You so have.”

  “All right, I have.”

  Russel smiled triumphantly. “See, we do have things in common.” He tilted his head. “You know, putting this whole fake boyfriend thing aside, I’m glad I’m getting the chance to get to know you.”

  Mac looked away. “Yeah, me too. You’re all right.”

  Russel arched an eyebrow. “Just ‘all right’?” He made air quotes with his fingers.

  Mac turned to look at him. “I think you could end up being a good friend.”

  “Now that’s what I like to hear.” Russel’s beaming smile and flippant words were an intentional front, covering up the warm fuzzy feeling that was filling his chest. “Netflix?”

  “And chill?”

  Russel arched an eyebrow as he returned Mac’s stare. There was an intensity smouldering in Mac’s brown eyes that Russel hadn’t seen until that moment.

  “You really want to go there?” His voice came out too high-pitched from his suddenly tight throat.

  “Sure, why not?”

  Russel pressed his lips together and forced himself to think with his head rather than his dick. “I thought you said you thought we could be friends?”

  Mac nodded, edging a little closer on the sofa.

  Russel swallowed. It wasn’t that he couldn’t imagine him and Mac together, but that he didn’t want things to be awkward between them. They needed to pretend to be boyfriends one last time. If they messed around and it didn’t work out, there was a chance things would be too weird for them to keep their act up.

  “You only want me because you know I like to top.” He made his voice playful and swiped his hand through the air in a dismissive gesture at the same time.

  “Maybe,” Mac acknowledged. “Or maybe all that flirting we’ve been doing has made me horny.”

  “We haven’t been doing that much flirting.”

  Mac was so close now that Russel could feel his breath on his face. It was warm and slightly spicy from the pepperoni. His stare was intense, and he was leaning on his arm, his hand brushing Russel’s hip as it pressed into the sofa cushion between them. His lips were slightly parted, practically begging to be kissed.

  “We’ve done enough, haven’t we?” Mac asked, his voice little more than a breathy whisper.

  Russel fidgeted. This was a bad idea, but that didn’t stop his body aching to be touched. He smiled. “I flirt with everyone. It’s who I am.”

  “I don’t.”

  Oh, fuck it. Russel grabbed Mac by his T-shirt and pulled him into a kiss. Oh, God, his lips were smooth and yielding, responding to every unspoken command he gave them with his own. He shifted onto his knees, breaking his no feet on the sofa rule for the first time ever. Not that he cared. In that moment, nothing else mattered but his raging hard-on and the sexy man beside him. He pushed Mac backwards. Surprisingly, the big guy responded without any additional prompting.

  “I thought you said no feet on the sofa?” Mac’s words were spoken into Russel’s mouth, the deep, chuckling sound almost completely smothered.

  Russel pulled back and stared down at Mac. “They’re my rules, so I get to break them. Now shut up and kiss me.”

  He straddled the big guy’s stomach and leant down to kiss him again, capturing the groan that escaped Mac’s lips with his own. He twisted his hand into Mac’s T-shirt, clutching the soft fabric tightly. He couldn’t stop himself imagining Mac on his knees, naked, subservient, and calling him ‘Sir’, like he had d
one the night he’d stripped for him. The thought made him shiver and went from one brain to the other, making his cock ache. He gasped and broke free of Mac’s lips. He didn’t need air, so much as the clarity he hoped it would bring him.

  “This is a bad idea.” Yet he still found his lips returning to Mac’s, as though the big man was some kind of drug that he couldn’t get enough of.

  “Really?” Mac’s hands cupped around Russel’s arse cheeks, squeezing slightly.

  “That’s nice.” Russel squirmed, shuffling his arse more fully into Mac’s large, warm hands.

  “It would be nicer if we were naked.”

  “Oh, boy.” Russel sat upright and ran a thumb over his saliva-soaked lips. “We really should stop.”

  “Why?”

  “As shitty as this sounds, I don’t want the dynamic to change between us.”

  Mac frowned. “You mean when we’re pretending to be boyfriends?”

  Russel bit his lower lip and nodded. He felt like such a jerk. “As much as I like to think with my dick, this isn’t the right moment to let it take charge, is it?”

  He regretted the words instantly because every fibre in his body screamed at him to shut the fuck up and just take the gorgeous hunk of a man lying beneath him. But he couldn’t screw up his chances at getting an exclusive interview with Remy Lawrence, just for the sake of a quick fuck.

  Mac sighed, and his hands dropped away from Russel’s arse. “I guess you’re right.”

  Russel hesitated. He knew he should get off Mac and put something on the TV, but he stayed put, his hand still curled up in Mac’s shirt. It shouldn’t have been so hard to get off the big guy, but it was. He could feel strong muscles against his thighs and the ridges of Mac’s abs beneath his arse. This guy was so big, so strong, and yet so compliant that it made Russel’s insides melt. As far as sex went, Mac was literally perfect for him, assuming he was into taking on roles and a smidge of kinky stuff. But that was probably as far as their rightness for each other went. At least, that’s what he was trying to tell himself.

  “You’re not getting off.” Mac’s voice was low and husky, which naturally went straight to Russel’s dick.

  Russel let a little whimper escape him. It was hard to be sensible when his body felt so needy. As much as he wanted to be in charge, he knew he would turn to putty in Mac’s large, strong hands, if he only let himself. Could he let himself give in to what his body wanted?

  “Fuck it.” Yes, he could. He pulled Mac up, cementing their lips together again.

  They kissed until they were breathless. Until all Russel could feel was an overwhelming hunger for Mac. Until the only nerves in his body that seemed to be working were the ones in his lips and his cock. Then he pushed Mac down again with a roughness that was rewarded by a surprised gasp of air breaking free of Mac’s glistening, swollen lips. Russel pushed up onto his knees so he could rock forward and stare down directly into Mac’s eyes.

  “You are fucking hot.”

  Mac grinned up at him. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  Russel narrowed his eyes as he pushed Mac’s shirt up. “You’re going to pay for that.”

  He pressed his lips to Mac’s nipple, licking and sucking for a few seconds to lull the big guy into a false sense of security. At the same time, he ran his hands over Mac’s smooth, waxed chest. Then his teeth closed around the nipple he’d been lavishing attention on and nipped lightly. Mac tensed beneath him, his arms clutching at the cushions.

  “Fuck!”

  Russel looked up, grinning lazily. “You liked that?”

  “It was… unexpected.”

  “Should I stop?” Russel held his breath. A teeny tiny part of him almost hoped Mac would say yes, that he would realise he’d taken on more than he could handle and that things would go back to the way they’d been: harmless flirting, teasing banter, and a pseudo friendship that was good enough to convince Remy they were a couple.

  “No.” Mac huffed out a breath. He hadn’t relaxed, and he was watching Russel warily.

  “You’re sure?”

  Mac nodded, eyes wide, pupils small pinpricks.

  “You’ve never had anyone play with you before, have you?”

  Mac shook his head. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed audibly.

  Russel chuckled. “Oh, I could have so much fun with you.” But not tonight. Tonight, he’d give Mac a small taster and then see if he wanted to come back for more. He turned his attention to Mac’s other nipple, but this time he only licked around it once, making the flat nub harden and stand prone before biting it harder than the last one.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” Mac hissed.

  Russel chuckled and then began to kiss and nip his way down Mac’s washboard stomach. Every nip made Mac’s muscles tauter, which only served to turn Russel on more. When he got to Mac’s waistband, he chuckled and turned round, sitting on Mac’s stomach with his back to the big man. Teasingly, he ran his hand over the bulge in Mac’s jeans.

  “Oh, you’re nice and hard already.” He glanced over his shoulder at Mac, licking his lips.

  Mac sucked in a breath, his lower lip quivering. “So are you.”

  “I’m glad you noticed.” Chuckling, Russel undid the button on Mac’s jeans and slowly tugged the zipper down, pushing the fabric aside. He pulled the waistband of Mac’s boxer shorts down, letting his large, hard cock pop free. It was already leaking, already begging for him to give it attention.

  He looked over his shoulder again. “I want you to know that I don’t do this for every guy I meet.”

  Mac struggled to push himself up on his elbows.

  Russel wagged his finger back and forth. “Bad boy.” He leant back and used a fingertip to push against Mac’s chest. “Lie down.”

  Mac flopped down, his stare pinned to Russel.

  Chuckling, Russel returned his attention to Mac’s cock, amused that Mac had thought to apply fake tan there too. As much as he would have loved to be able to suck Mac off from the position he was in, Russel knew he wasn’t flexible enough. He moved as neatly as he could, kneeling between Mac’s legs so he could lean over and swirl his tongue around the head of the big man’s cock, lapping at the pre-cum. Mac shivered and twitched beneath him.

  “Do you like that?”

  “Fuck, yes.”

  “When was the last time someone sucked your cock?”

  “Too fucking long ago.” Mac made a needy sound in his throat, somewhere between a mewl and a growl.

  Russel took his time as he used his tongue to explore the head and shaft of Mac’s cock. Every damp touch sent a fresh shiver through Mac and made his cock leak more. Russel licked up every precious pearl of pre-cum that escaped from Mac’s slit, loving the salty tang.

  “Do you want me to suck your cock?”

  “Yes.”

  Russel looked up, lip curled. “How do you ask?”

  “Please?” Desperation clung to Mac’s face.

  “I need a little more than that.” Russel watched as confusion created lines across Mac’s forehead. Russel made no attempt to jog his memory or suggest what it was he was asking for. Mac had to get there all by himself.

  “Please, Sir?”

  There it was. “Good boy.”

  He leant down and closed his mouth around Mac’s cock, slowly taking him deeper and deeper. It was a good thing he’d worked on training his gag reflex. He pressed his lips around the shaft of Mac’s cock, using his tongue to make the big guy moan and squirm. Every so often, he scraped his teeth lightly against the delicate skin, which prompted Mac to gasp and swear like a trooper. Despite all of that, Mac didn’t start to move his hips to fuck Russel’s mouth, letting Russel take complete control.

  Russel worked his lips, tongue, and teeth slowly up and down Mac’s cock. Watching the hard, glistening shaft appear as he pulled up, only to disappear back into his mouth as he pushed down, taking him all in once more. Fuck, it was sexy, as was every delicious sound pouring out of Mac’s mouth. Wh
en those sounds became a string of incoherent curses, Russel knew he was close. He sucked harder, taking Mac’s cock in and out faster and faster until he felt the telltale twitch of Mac’s dick in his mouth. Then he released his cock with a satisfying pop, watching and feeling Mac’s orgasm with smug satisfaction. Every muscle in Mac’s body went tense beneath him before relaxing, only to tense again as he gasped and swore. Cum covered everything, shooting onto Mac’s boxers and jeans, even splashing onto Russel’s chest. Slowly, as Mac lay panting beneath Russel, his erection softened and flopped against his thigh.

  Russell released a satisfied sound and then pushed Mac’s T-shirt up again so he could brush his hands over Mac’s sweaty chest.

  “Did you enjoy that?”

  Mac nodded, apparently too exhausted or satisfied to even grunt.

  Russel chuckled and got off Mac. He sauntered through to the bathroom to grab a facecloth. He ran it under warm water and took it back through, attentively wiping Mac clean before seeing to himself.

  “What about you?” Mac gasped, watching his every move.

  “I’m good for now.”

  “But—”

  Russel pressed a finger to the big guy’s lips. “That’s not how this works.”

  Confusion slashed across Mac’s face.

  Russel pouted. “Oh, babe, it looks like you’ve had some shitty partners in the past.”

  Mac tried to speak, but Russel pressed his hand over his mouth, forbidding him from doing so. “You don’t owe me anything. Believe me, I had fun watching you come.” He tugged at Mac’s jeans. “You’ll probably need to run these through the wash.”

  Mac pushed himself up on his elbows enough to stare down at his cum-stained jeans. He chuckled. “Yeah, I think you’re right.” He flopped back down again, breathing fast and deep. “Fuck! That was good.”

  Russel laughed. “You bet it was.” He sat on the floor, with his back to the sofa, and exchanged the facecloth for the remote control. “We’ve done the ‘chill’ part but still not actually chosen a show to watch. Speed?”

  Mac laughed as he draped the back of his arm over his forehead. “Right now, I wouldn’t even complain if you put a romcom on.”

  Russel clapped his hand against the back of the remote control. “How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days it is, then. Kate Hudson and Matthew McConaughey are just adorable together.”