The heat of all those bodies in close proximity made Ace’s skin slick with sweat, and he could see the glisten on Paul’s throat as well. Paul’s sharp outfit not only had to be stifling, but it cast him out of place as well. Time to fix that.
“I do love this suit,” Ace said, “but you really need to loosen up.” Ace gently undid Paul’s tie and flicked open the top button of the shirt.
He took advantage of this opening and pressed his face against the newly bared skin and took a deep breath. His eyes rolled back in his head at the scent – musky, sweaty, salty, perfect. How could this man smell so perfect – in the middle of Sparks?
Ace wanted nothing more than to run his tongue over every inch of this man’s body, but he settled for savoring the feeling of their hips pulled close as he led their combined movement to the beat.
Paul brought his hands down to cup Ace’s firm ass, and Ace caught a soft moan come he probably wasn’t supposed to hear. Gotcha.
“So what brings you out tonight?” Ace asked, close to his ear.
“It’s my birthday,” Paul said.
“Really? Want me to give you a present?” Ace cocked an eyebrow and grinned. “Or do you prefer to do the giving?”
Paul looked surprised. “You do both?”
“I love sex,” Ace said, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust with his hips into Paul’s crotch. “All of it, everything I can get. I want to taste it all, experience everything. Anything less is cheating yourself. You ever bottomed?”
“Uh, hell no.”
Ace shrugged. “You’re missing out.” He swirled them both tightly, his hands memorizing the shape of Paul’s ass. “It’s electric and rearranges your blood cells and nerves and echoes inside you. Topping is tight and hot and powerful. But bottoming is an out-of-body experience. I highly recommend it.”
“Not really my thing,” Paul murmured. He dropped his mouth to the curve of Ace’s neck and lightly bit the sweaty flesh he found there. Ace tilted his head to allow him more access, and Paul took it, teasing the earlobe, licking up trickles of sweat. The scratch of Paul’s beard drove him wild, and he wasn’t content with only feeling it on his neck.
“What is your thing, then?” Ace was in danger of losing his sense right in the middle of the dance floor.
“Mmmmm, your ass.” He switched to the other side of Ace’s neck to continue his torment. “Your ass is my thing right now. Wanna fill you up, touch every bit of you. Taste you, see if you’re as sweet as you look.”
Paul’s growling words connected directly with Ace’s cock. He’d wanted this man from the moment he saw him, and now he was determined to have every dirty thing Paul was promising. They needed to get off the dance floor. Now.
“Come home with me,” Ace purred into Paul’s ear.
“No.”
Ace pulled back and frowned. “Just no?”
“Not home.” Paul’s eyes had gone dark with lust. “Is there someplace here?”
A bolt of hunger shot down Ace’s spine.
“Depends on what you have in mind,” he said, his tongue thick in his mouth.
A gleam lit Paul’s eyes. “I want to find a dark place in the back and bend you over and fuck you until you forget your name.”
Ace swallowed slowly to clear his clogged throat. He took Paul’s large hand in his own. “This way,” he said in a low rasp.
Sparks had space in the back where the lights were always low and the men were always obliging, but that’s not where Ace led Paul. He detoured to a spot near the back entrance, close to the bar’s offices. The last time he’d done this, the bartender had worked his magic in a tucked away corner with no spectators. That’s what Ace wanted in this moment. Wanted Paul all to himself, away from other hungry eyes.
And God knows all the eyes in this place were hungry for Paul. Ace could hear sighs of disappointment around him as he made his way through the crowd.
Once they were in that back corner, the thumping noise of the dance floor was reduced to the muffled heartbeat of the brick walls. Ace turned and planted his back against the wall to wait for Paul’s move.
“Nice,” Paul growled. “Good spot. You do this a lot, huh?”
Ace flinched internally at the implication. He wanted to make it clear that these were special circumstances, that he usually preferred a bed for even a one-night stand.
But he also didn’t want to waste more time talking.
“What can I say?” he said lightly. “I’m inventive.”
“Oh, I’ll bet.” Paul captured Ace’s mouth in a hot, hard kiss, a demanding clash of lips and tongues. Each man was trying to devour the other, to claim new territory, to fill the pulsing need inside them.
The teasing, introductory touches on the dance floor were replaced with clutching, groping, tight knuckles and skin itching to be free.
More than anything, Ace wanted this man naked, wanted to see every inch of his skin and trace every muscle with his tongue. But what he wanted and what was practical were two wildly different things.
As Paul attacked his neck with a hungry mouth, Ace clumsily unbuttoned the damp suit shirt. Leaving the shirt and jacket hanging on those broad shoulders, Ace parted the fabric and licked all the skin he could find.
Mmm, he loved a good adam’s apple. Ace planted his mouth on that sharp protuberance and sucked and tongued every lump and ridge he could find. Even better, he could feel Mr. Hot and Rumbly’s moan ripple down his throat.
“Ah, fuck, you taste good,” he mumbled against Paul’s chest as he trained down that tempting plane of flesh. “Wish I could see all of you.” He sucked one hard nipple into his mouth and teased it lightly with his teeth.
Paul hissed as Ace tugged on his sensitive nipple. “What are you trying to do, eat me?” he growled.
Ace looked up at him and grinned wickedly. “Now that you mention it.”
He dropped into a squat in front of this beautiful man, careful not to let his knees touch the dubious floor. He palmed the thick length jutting out urgently against the black trousers and leaned in to smell Paul’s true essence.
Oh, this is going to be good.
Ace looked up at Paul, who was staring down on him intently. “Lean back now,” Ace said. “But don’t come this way.”
He unzipped the fly and pulled out a hard, long, mouth-watering cock. “I’m going to want this inside me. But first…”
Ace licked the smooth head, lapping up the drops of pre-cum leaking out. So good. Sweet and spicy.
Paul growled and laced his fingers through Ace’s hair, massaging his scalp and urging him forward.
Now to show off.
Ace licked up and down the shaft to lubricate it. Then he relaxed his throat and swallowed him whole.
“Fuuuck,” Paul groaned, letting his head thump against the wall. “So fucking good…”
Again and again, Ace took his length deep and massaged the spongy muscles with his throat. He could feel Paul’s urgency build and rise, his balls drawing up and his fingers tightening in Ace’s hair.
He pulled off the throbbing cock with a pop and gave it one last kiss before standing up.
Paul yanked him close and kissed him fiercely, driving his tongue deep into Ace’s mouth. He hastily opened the button and zipper on Ace’s pants and lowered them to just below the butt. He started to turn Ace around, then stopped suddenly.
“Shit. Do you have anything?”
Ace blinked. “You mean a condom? You came into Sparks without a condom?” he said, incredulous.
“No. I mean, of course I have a condom. I meant lube.” Paul groped Ace’s ass with greedy hands. “You’re gonna need something more than spit.”
Ace snaked his hand down to the pocket of his pants and fished out a small packet of lubricant. He flashed it triumphantly.
“Always prepared,” Ace said.
Paul quirked an eyebrow. “Boy Scout, eh?”
“I doubt the Scouts would have me.”
“But I damn well will.” Paul took the lube and spun Ace around.
Ace could hear the crinkling and rip of the condom package, followed by the cold wetness of the lube along his crack. He spread his legs and arched his back, his fingertips gripping the rough bricks of the wall.
“Christ, what a beautiful ass,” Paul breathed. “And all for me.”
He quickly prepared Ace with his fingers, too desperate to spend very long on any more foreplay.
“I could tell, just by looking at you,” Paul groaned. “Knew this would be good.” He dug his fingers deeply into the soft, firm skin, massaging it and claiming it. Ace just knew there would be visible marks tomorrow, and he welcomed them.
“Mmm, I could make a meal of you,” Paul rasped. “Could eat you alive, starting right here.”
Ace wanted to say, so come home with me. Buffet’s open all night! But he knew that wouldn’t happen, and wouldn’t help.
Besides, he wouldn’t stop now for anything.
Paul positioned himself behind Ace’s ass and leaned over to chew on his earlobe for a second.
“Ready for me?” he whispered into his ear.
“God, yes,” Ace moaned. “Fuck me. Fill me up.”
Paul growled low in his throat and pressed his large cock against Ace’s pulsing hole.
Ace gasped as the smooth head penetrated his ring, followed by the slow push of the rest of that endless cock. Paul was taking his time with a patience that Ace both cursed and appreciated.
Finally, finally, he felt the coarse hairs of Paul’s pelvis rest flush against his ass. Both men let out satisfied moans in unison.
My God, it’s been too long since it’s been this good. Too damn long…
Paul licked the sweat from Ace’s neck as both men adjusted to the feeling of being united.
“Brace yourself now,” he whispered. “I’m not going to hold back.”
“Such promises. Show me what you’ve got.”