*
We need to talk.
Mac had just finished getting changed back into his normal clothes when he found the text from Russel. Shit. It had been sent several hours earlier, while Mac had been dancing and trying to entice punters to pay for private dances. He’d had a pretty decent night, for a Monday. His heart hammered in his chest as he wondered if it was too late to reply to him. Or call. Why was he so worked up over this? He barely knew the guy. And yet the thought that Russel was going to end their weird arrangement over a blow job wouldn’t leave his head. He didn’t want to stop spending time with Russel.
“What’s up?” Michael clapped him on the back.
“Nothing.” Mac tried to stuff the phone back into his bag, but he wasn’t fast enough.
“Who’s Russel?”
“Probably the guy who gave him a blow job,” Edward said from the other side of the room. He was just pulling his boots on.
Michael poked Mac in the shoulder. “Is it?”
“Yeah.” Mac hunched his shoulders. “I think I screwed things up, though.”
Edward paused partway through tying his laces. “What makes you say that?”
“It’s not normally a good thing when you get a text saying ‘we need to talk’, is it?”
The way Edward grimaced was all the confirmation Mac needed.
“It’s not necessarily bad either,” Michael reasoned. “Call him.”
“At three in the morning? Nah.”
“At least send a text,” Edward said. “Then he knows you got his message.”
Mac pursed his lips. “What would I even say?”
Edward shrugged. “Okay, when and where?”
“That seems kind of lame.”
Edward laughed. “Just send him a text.” He looked at Michael. “Are you ready?”
“Just about.” Michael grabbed his coat and pulled it on. “Edward’s right. Send him a text tonight. Call us if you need to talk?”
Mac waved him away dismissively. Once they’d gone, he retrieved his phone from his bag and pulled up Russel’s text again. Without any other clue what to say, he went with Edward’s idea as he tapped out a text.
Okay. When and where? He was about to put the phone away again when it vibrated in his hand.
My place. Now?
Mac’s eyes grew wide at Russel’s response. Sorry if I woke you.
I couldn’t sleep. Have you just finished at the club?
Mac brushed his thumb over the screen, wondering what was keeping Russel awake. Before he could respond, another text from Russel popped up.
I hope it was a good night.
It was okay.
Come over? Please?
There was a neediness in those three words that made Mac’s chest ache. His thoughts shifted away from the possibility of this being the start of Russel breaking up with him. He snorted. They weren’t actually together. A make-out session and a blow job didn’t make them a couple. Whatever the reason Russel wanted to see him, Mac knew he had to go over. He wanted to go to Russel’s and find out what was wrong.
I’ll be there in twenty.
12 Russel
When Russel opened the door to Mac, his chest was filled with the warm fuzzies. “Well, hello there, big guy, fancy meeting you here.” He grabbed hold of Mac’s jacket and pulled him inside, dragging him down for a kiss.
Mac melted into the kiss and then abruptly pulled away. “We’re doing this again?” He looked genuinely shocked.
“Sure, why not?”
“You don’t even want to talk about it?”
“Handsome, the last thing I want to do right now is talk.” Russel wished tears weren’t blurring his vision at the same time; it made his words sound less convincing.
Gently, Mac removed Russel’s hand from his jacket. He rubbed Russel’s shoulders. “Has something happened?”
Russel waved his hand dismissively. “No. I’m just tired and emotional. Nothing a good blow job won’t fix. Do you fancy going down on your knees and sucking my cock?”
Mac’s pupils shrank and he released a small groan. Then he cleared his throat. “I call bullshit.”
Russel folded his arms. “I’m going to regret showing you that film, aren’t I?”
“Probably.” Mac squeezed Russel’s shoulders. “Seriously, what’s wrong?”
Russel twisted away from him and led the way to the lounge, where he flopped down on the sofa, leaving plenty of room for Mac. For a moment, all he could think about was how he’d sat astride Mac and sucked his cock. He sighed wistfully. Mac sat down beside him, though not close enough that they could easily touch. Well, that was just great.
“My boss chewed me out for not having that interview with Remy on his desk this morning.”
“You’ll get it tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” Russel slapped his forehead. “Oh, right, it’s Tuesday now, isn’t it?”
Mac laughed. “I guess I’m more used to nights than you are.”
Russel resisted the urge to rub his tired eyes. The last thing he needed was to smear make-up all over his face again.
“You’ll get the interview tomorrow,” Mac repeated, his tone reassuring.
“I’ve been thinking about that… I’m not sure Remy is ever planning on giving me any kind of exclusive.”
Mac sucked his lower lip in.
“You said it yourself: he’s more interested in you.” Russel rolled his eyes. “It’s just my luck to find a deliciously sexy fake boyfriend, only to have a fabulously wealthy, stunningly gorgeous man try to steal you away from me.”
Mac stared at him. “I don’t think Remy’s good-looking.”
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“Trust me, I’m not.” Mac reached out and cupped Russel’s cheek in his hand. “You’re fucking gorgeous, though.”
“You haven’t seen me without my make-up on yet.” Russel twisted his fingers together. “Anyway, I wanted to tell you that I don’t think we should go to Remy’s tomorrow.”
Mac’s eyebrows lifted. “Were you going to tell me that before or after I sucked your cock?”
Russel laughed. “Probably after, but you spoilt my fun.”
Mac smirked. “Thought so. Why shouldn’t we go?”
“Because I think it’ll be a waste of time.” He lifted his gaze to meet Mac’s. “Because I’m actually pretty jealous of the way he looks at you, which is really fucking crazy.”
Mac leant a little closer, stroking his thumb back and forth over Russel’s cheek. “I’m not going to fall into Remy’s arms, Russel.”
Russel sniffed. “Well, that’s good to know.”
“We should go tomorrow. I’ll make sure you get your interview.”
“What are you going to do?” Russel asked. “Pin him down until he answers my questions?”
Mac smirked. “If that’s what it takes.”
“Maybe I should take some of my toys to help with that.”
“Toys?” Mac’s eyes were burning with light. “What toys?”
“Nothing. Haven’t you noticed that I shoot my mouth off sometimes?”
Mac moved closer again. “What toys?”
Russel wrinkled his nose. “We’re just getting cosy together; I wouldn’t want to scare you off.”
“You’ve seen my toy.”
Even the sexy huskiness in Mac’s voice couldn’t stop Russel from bursting into laughter. “You’ve shown me yours, now I need to show you mine?”
“Would you?”
Russel bit his lip.
“Please, Sir?”
Those two little words made Russel come undone. He pressed his cheek into Mac’s hand, rubbing his face against his soft palm.
“Is that a yes?” Mac asked, eyes pleading.
Russel stood and offered Mac his hand. Without a word, he led Mac into his bedroom. He opened his wardrobe and pulled a box out from the bottom, lifting the lid so Mac could see the contents. Mac’s eyebrows shot up at the collection of F
leshlights, cock vibrators, and anal beads.
“You’ve got quite the arsenal in here,” Mac said, his voice tight, as he knelt down and started to rummage through the box. “This collection puts my vibrator to shame.”
Russel stayed standing, biting his lip. He wasn’t into anything hardcore. Most of the stuff in the box was to pleasure himself while he was going through a man drought. But some things were for playing with other guys.
“I like these.” Mac held up a black leather collar with a D-ring. Attached to the ring were two chains, which ran down to two black leather cuffs.
A shiver ran through Russel, and he was unable to contain the whimper of delight that escaped him. Those were definitely intended for playing with others. “You do?”
Mac nodded and held them up. “Would you put them on me, Sir?”
The urge to do exactly that was so strong that it was hard to push it down. Russel had no clue if Mac had ever tried anything kinky before. He guessed not, as no one had even nipped his nipples before; not that that could be described as kinky. From what Mac had said, the guys he’d slept with had expected him to take charge. They wanted him to play rough with them but didn’t reciprocate. He wasn’t sure he was the right person to introduce Mac to being tied up, but the way he was staring up at him, brown eyes wide and pleading like an adorable puppy dog had Russel’s legs shaking and his stomach tight and quivering.
“Oh, fucking hell.” He dropped down to his knees, grabbed Mac’s face, and kissed him. Quick but fierce kisses that he pressed onto the man’s lips and cheeks, over and over until, laughing, Mac grabbed hold of his wrists and held him loosely.
“Did I say something wrong?”
“We’re meant to just be friends, and you want me to chain you?”
Mac grinned. “What can I say? You turn me on.”
“Friends aren’t meant to do that to each other.”
“Says who?”
Russel shrugged. “What are we doing?”
“Having fun?” Mac lifted the cuffs and chains a little higher. “I want you to put these on me and order me onto my knees so I can suck your cock.”
“You’re already on your knees.” Russel brushed his hair out of his eyes. “I really don’t think this is a good idea.”
Hurt flashed through Mac’s eyes. “You were the one who called me over here to give you a blow job. You said you wanted me on my knees.”
Russel sighed. “Yeah, I know. And then you made me talk, and I realised how fucking stupid and selfish I was being.”
Mac leant across and swiped his thumb over Russel’s lips. “You’re neither of those things.”
“Babe, you don’t know me nearly well enough to be able to say that.” He sucked in a breath. “I am selfish. I’ve roped you into this whole fake boyfriend thing, just so I can get a boost in my career.”
“Are you pretending now?”
Russel jerked his head back. “No. But I don’t want to mess you around either.”
“What if I want you to?”
Russel pressed his lips together.
“You invited me over here for some fun, and I am definitely on board with that,” Mac said. “But if you’re not up for it, it’s fine. I’ll go.” He put the cuffs and chains down and stood, which was more than Russel could bear.
“Kneel.”
Mac was back on his knees in an instant.
“I have no fucking clue what’s going on here,” Russel admitted.
“Nor do I, but I know I want it. I want you.” Mac’s voice was insanely husky. He picked up the cuffs and chains again and held them out to Russel. “Please, Sir?”
Russel took them, feeling the soft but firm leather beneath his hands. He could already imagine them around Mac’s powerful neck and thick wrists. His chin trembled as he sucked a shuddering breath into his lungs. “Have you done anything like this before?”
Mac shook his head, but his eyes pleaded with Russel to play with him.
“Then let’s leave the cuffs and chains for tonight, okay?”
Mac’s lips dropped, but Russel put them back in the box anyway. He closed the lid and slid it back into the wardrobe.
“Get undressed. I want you naked and on your knees.”
Mac was on his feet and pulling his clothes off before Russel could count to three. He took his own clothes off at a much slower pace so by the time Mac was on his knees, hard cock jutting proudly away from a thick thatch of dark hair, Russel still had his leather trousers on. He unlaced them slowly, revelling in the way Mac licked his lips. Russel pushed the trousers down his skinny legs and stepped out of them. When his hands went to his underpants, Mac interrupted him.
“Let me. Please, Sir?”
Russel nodded and stepped closer. Mac pulled the underpants down and then buried his face in Russel’s groin, inhaling deeply.
“You smell good.”
“Did I give you permission to talk?”
Mac gave him a guilty smile as he clamped his lips together, which sent a thrill running up and down Russel’s spine.
“You wanted to suck my cock?”
Mac nodded and licked his lips again, making them glisten.
Russel made a mewling sound in his throat. Mac was so fucking sexy, but he wasn’t about to say that out loud, not right now anyway. He put his hands on the back of Mac’s head and guided his mouth onto his cock. He was careful not to push too fast, listening and feeling for any resistance from Mac. There was none. Before long, he was guiding Mac’s head in a deep back and forth rhythm, sliding his mouth on and off his cock. Oh! the man could use his tongue, and he knew just how to use the pressure of his lips and mouth to pleasure Russel.
Russel tipped his head back and closed his eyes, panting and moaning. He loved having this big strong man worship him like this. It was a giddying experience, which heightened his pleasure. He started to thrust his hips because he wanted to bury himself deeper inside Mac.
“Oh, God, I wish I could fuck you.”
Mac murmured approvingly around Russel’s cock, sending vibrations of pleasure straight to the tip. Russel groaned, guiding Mac to move faster up and down the length of his cock. The base of his spine tingled as he felt his orgasm building.
“Do you want me to come in your mouth?”
Mac looked up at him and nodded as best he could.
“Good boy.” Russel thrust his hips hard over and over until his orgasm burst out of him. “Oh, God!”
His body shuddered several times as he emptied himself down Mac’s throat. He felt Mac sucking and lapping for all he was worth, making his cock tingle. Shivering with delight, he let his hands drop away from Mac’s head, and his legs suddenly went weak. Mac’s arms were around him as he sagged, bearing him gently onto his waiting lap.
“You’re good,” Russel praised as he rested his sweaty brow against Mac’s shoulder. He was too exhausted to complain about Mac taking the lead, and honestly, he liked that the man wanted to take care of him during his post-orgasm stupor.
The next thing he knew, Mac was standing and taking him to the bed. He laid Russel down and sat beside him, kissing him gently on the lips. “Next time I suck you off, I want to be cuffed.”
*
When Russel woke up, he was half covered in a sheet. Mac was lying beside him, but further down the bed, his legs dangling off the end, as he slept with his cheek lying on Russel’s pelvis, his nose and mouth tantalisingly close to Russel’s cock, which stood at half-mast. Russel let out a contented sigh and stared up at the ceiling. He shouldn’t have found this moment as comforting as it was. A couple of blow jobs couldn’t turn a fake relationship into a real one.
He tapped Mac’s head to wake him.
“Hmm?” Mac lifted his head and blinked at Russel sleepily.
“I need to pee.”
Mac chuckled and rolled off, letting Russel slip out of the bed and into the bathroom. He looked a state. Falling asleep with make-up on was a terrible idea. He took a piss and then cleansed and moistur
ised his face. He was about to apply foundation when Mac knocked on the door.
“Just a minute!”
“I need a piss.”
The desperation in Mac’s voice made Russel imagine him clutching his dick while hopping from foot to foot. Okay, so he probably wasn’t doing that, but he could hardly stop him from going to the toilet. He turned away, making sure his face wouldn’t be visible in the mirror or from the toilet.
“Come in.”
Mac rushed in, sighing in relief as he peed. “Oh, fuck, that’s better.” He moved to wash his hands. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, just waiting to put my face back on.”
Mac pressed a kiss to Russel’s bare shoulder. “You don’t need to put make-up on for me.”
“I’m not.” Russel kept his chin low. “I’m putting it on for me.”
Mac’s fingers swept along Russel’s shoulder and down his arm. “Does it give you more confidence?”
“Yes.”
Mac’s hand ran back up Russel’s arm, shoulder, and neck to gently clasp Russel’s chin. “Show me?”
Russel shook his head, dislodging Mac’s hand. “That’s not something you need to see. Go back to bed. I’ll join you soon.”
Mac didn’t move. “Show me.”
Normally, a commanding tone coming from a bigger, stronger man would have made Russel angry, but coming from Mac, he felt himself melting. He shook his head again.
“What are you hiding?” Mac asked.
“I have scars.” Scars he didn’t like anyone to see, especially a guy he was hoping to be intimate with again.
“So?”
“They make me ugly.”
“You could never be ugly.”
Russel forced himself to smile. “You’re just saying that so I’ll cuff you.”
Mac chuckled in his ear. “Maybe. Show me.”
Reluctantly, Russel turned around. He winced as Mac studied his face, large fingertips tracing the path of scars over his cheeks. “I had chickenpox when I was a kid. I was literally covered. And I scratched them, so it’s my fault I ended up with scars.”
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