“We could meet at Sparks again,” Paul said low. “Find that lovely dark corner. Release that steam again. I’m willing to break one of my rules if you’re willing to bend yours.”
“Your rules?”
“I don’t fuck within a hundred miles of my house.”
Ace blinked. “That’s … specific.”
“It’s good policy,” Paul shrugged. “I take the right kind of vacations when I can, or weekend road trips if vacation is too far off. Gets the job done.”
“Helps you hide who you are,” Ace translated.
“Helps me be who I am, on my terms,” Paul returned.
Ace snorted, clearly not buying it. “Thanks for the oh-so generous offer, but I pass.”
Paul should have let it go right there. Should have given thanks that Ace was helping him follow his own rules. Should have cooled off and planned his next road trip.
Instead, he scooted closer to Ace on the sofa until their body heat began to mix and swirl into his senses. God help him, he still wanted this man. Not because of his shitty birthday this time, not because it had been too long since he’d gotten off – he wanted this man. More than he’d ever craved another person.
So he decided to play a little dirty.
“Are you saying you honestly don’t want it? Any of it?” Paul asked, running his fingers lightly across Ace’s shoulders. He could feel those muscles tighten, and he heard Ace suck in a breath. The electric attraction between them was palpable, and he knew it wasn’t one-sided. “Even though you know how good it feels?”
Ace shook his head slowly and gave him a hard look. “You’re cotton candy.”
Paul looked down at himself. “I fail to see the comparison.”
“You’re delicious, sinful even.” Ace licked his lips, which drew Paul’s eyes down to that luscious mouth. “But you’re empty calories. A treat for the ballpark. Bad for me.”
Bad for him? Paul didn’t like that analogy at all, but he wasn’t ready to give up yet.
“So let’s go to the ballpark,” he said. “I kind of like calling Sparks that. Lots of fun balls there.”
Ace regarded Paul with hard eyes. “I’ve had my fill of cotton candy,” he said. “I’m ready for the full meal. One that’s good for me. One I don’t have to eat in a goddamn closet!”
Ace jumped up and stalked off down the hallway into the bathroom.
Way to fuck that up, McDonnell, Paul berated himself.
He launched himself off the couch and followed him down the hall.
Just before Ace could shut the door, Paul backed him into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
“Or maybe we don’t need the back room at all,” he murmured. “Any dark, tight space will do.”
“Paul, stop it,” Ace protested. He put his hands on Paul’s chest to keep him back, but he didn’t seem able to push very hard. Paul took this as encouragement.
Steven’s beige and umber bathroom still smelled of paint fumes from the touchups they’d done earlier. Paul didn’t want to think about that, though – and he didn’t want Ace to think at all right now.
“I can turn off the lights if it would make you more comfortable.” Paul flicked the switch in the windowless room and plunged them into darkness. “Feel familiar?”
“Paul.” This time his name came out as a breathless moan. Even as his eyes began to adjust, Paul still couldn’t see much beyond general shapes. The sound of Ace’s ragged breath rang loud in his ears.
“Come on, let me taste you,” Paul whispered. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.” He nuzzled his face into Ace’s neck, letting his beard scratch the smooth, moist skin that he longed to explore. “I’ve never wanted anyone twice before. Never needed this so much.”
He hovered his lips over Ace’s, straining to see his eyes in the darkness. “Let me have you.” His breath mixed with Ace’s, whose mouth was hanging open and inviting. “One more time.” At least. At the very least.
Paul wouldn’t push any further than this. No matter how badly he ached to. Sure, he’d lock them in a dark bathroom to set the mood. But he’d back off if necessary. He needed Ace to make a move, one way or another.
Ace hadn’t moved his hands from Paul’s chest, and now his fingers clenched around the fabric of Paul’s T-shirt.
“You are not good for me,” Ace whispered, his breath hot on Paul’s face.
“Probably.”
“This is your brother’s house.”
“Yep.”
“He could catch us.”
“We’ve got time.”
“You’re breaking your rules.”
“Don’t care.”
“I shouldn’t -”
“Ace, kiss me.” Paul moved his mouth as near to Ace’s as he could without touching and held his breath.
The moment dragged on. Paul dug his hands into the firm flesh of Ace’s ass and waited. And hoped.
Ace let out a sharp breath. “Fuck.” Then he closed the gap and took Paul’s mouth in a needy, hot kiss.
Paul groaned deep in his throat. He’d been aching for this all week, trying to remember the taste, the living texture of Ace’s tongue.
His memory fell far short of reality.
Addicted. He could feel his need twist into an addiction for this man. That should have scared him, should have sent him running. But his mind was quickly emptying of any thoughts except more.
They pulled away to breathe and gasped in unison, foreheads together. Paul recovered first and ran his tongue along Ace’s jaw line, soaking up as much of him as he could.
He brought his hands around to Ace’s crotch and relished the thick bulge he found there. Ace hissed when Paul’s hand finally groped his growing length through the denim.
“I didn’t get to play with this much last time,” Paul said against Ace’s neck. “Let me do this for you.”
“Yes,” Ace groaned. “God, yes.”
Paul dropped to his knees and pulled Ace’s groin to his face. They’d both been working hard today, and the smell of the outdoors and the mud and leaves mixed with Ace’s intoxicating sweat. Every whiff he’d gotten today had made his dick twitch, and now the scent plus the proximity had made him hard and ready.
“It’s a pity I can’t see you this time,” Paul said. “I’ll have to feel my way around.”
Paul pulled out Ace’s beautiful dick and caressed it lovingly. Ace panted harshly above him.
Paul lapped up the precum leaking from the thick, pulsing head and savored this strong new flavor.
“You taste like sin,” he growled.
Ace whimpered in response. Paul liked that he had reduced him to incoherent sounds. He wanted to make this man go non-verbal for hours, tease him past the breaking point. Wanted this man all night.
Where did that come from? He never wanted more than what was in the moment, from any man. But in this moment, Paul could see many nights filled with nothing but Ace, his body, his sounds, his flavor.
Speaking of which…
It had been a while since he’d taken a man in his mouth, and even longer since he’d had one so scrumptious at his disposal.
Really, though, had he ever known anyone like Ace? He doubted it.
The first true taste exploded on his tongue and made his blood sing with anticipation.
Paul toyed with the smooth crown head with his tongue before sending Ace deeper into his mouth. He hummed in greedy satisfaction.
“Shit.” Ace gasped above him and let his hands fall to Paul’s head.
Ace left his hands there and rode the relentless rhythm that Paul established. The dirty sounds of a wet blowjob filled the small bathroom and mingled with Ace’s strangled moans and hungry sounds.
Ace proved to be a verbal lover, keeping up a steady stream of whimpers and muffled curses and rough, unsteady breaths.
Paul was glad to know his skills hadn’t gotten too rusty. He’d love the opportunity to keep practicing.
He wanted to draw this out, tease this receptive, responsive cock until Ace begged. But he could feel Ace’s balls draw up, signaling an end to his play time.
Maybe next time. There has to be a next time.
“Oh God, Paul,” Ace gasped. “I’m gonna – if you don’t – you need -”
Paul pulled off just long enough to growl, “Come for me. Give me your load.” Then he plunged back down and sucked hard.
Ace’s fingers tightened in Paul’s hair and he pulled Paul’s face close.