Candy Hearts, Vol. 2

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

MIKE

I unlock the front door to my apartment and step inside, with Danny close on my heels. “Can I get you something to drink? Beer? A pop?” I take off my leather jacket and toss it over the wingback chair I bought at a consignment shop.

“No, I’m good.”

I turn and look at him, because Danny doesn’t sound good. He’s glancing around my small apartment, and I can’t tell if the look on his face is due to nerves or if he’s judging my space. It’s not much, but then it’s only me. I don’t need more than the one bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom. The sunroom and living room are small, but both are bonuses I hadn’t expected when I’d first started looking for someplace to live that wasn’t my truck. The apartment is old, and everything in it may be second-hand, none of it matching, but it's functional and clean.

“Hey.” I walk over to Danny and rub my palms along his upper arms. He was quiet on the drive over, but I hadn’t really thought anything of it until now. “If you’re uncomfortable, I can drive you back to The Saloon, and you can get in your car and go home. Please don't feel pressured to be here.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t.” He looks into my eyes and steps closer. “And I’m not nervous.” He slips his arms around me and presses his body against mine. “I promise. It’s like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop, though. I keep expecting you to tell me this is all a joke, or for me to wake up and find out it was all a dream, like that crap episode of Dallas .”

“Oh, baby.” I cup his face in my hands and brush my lips against his. “It’s not a dream. And it’s definitely not a joke.” When I kiss him again, I keep it slow, more tender and soft, to give him every opportunity to back out if he wants. I don’t think he does things like this often.

With a desperate whimper, Danny’s hands grab the fabric of my shirt, fists clenched against my back, pulling me even closer, until our bodies press together from chest to thighs. I sink into the kiss, eager to run my hands over all of him but trying not to rush things. He definitely has other ideas.

Danny groans into the kiss and lets go of my shirt, snaking his hands around my neck before he leaps up, wrapping his legs around my waist. I cup his perfect ass, squeezing gently as we grind against each other. He takes control of the kiss, his tongue stroking into my mouth as his fingers tighten in my hair until he finally breaks away, panting against my lips. “I want you to fuck me.”

Hell yes. I’m fully on board with that idea. He writhes against me, his hard cock grinding against mine, and I struggle not to drop him as I carry him toward the bedroom. Before we even get to the doorway, Danny tightens his legs around my waist and lets go of my neck, tugging off his coat and shirt, dropping them to the floor as we go. Laughing against his lips, I try not to lose my grip on his ass as he tugs at my clothes, trying to undress me too. “Wait, babe. I don’t want to drop you.”

He growls and pauses for the three steps it takes to walk to my bed, then drops to his feet and begins stripping me faster than I thought possible. Like he’s reading my mind, he grins up at me and winks. “I work retail. I’m an expert with zippers and buttons.”

My pants drop to the floor, and I toe out of my boots, kicking everything to the side. "Good skill to have."

In a flash, Danny's naked and pulling me onto the bed. Eagerly, I follow him down onto the pillows, still letting him lead. I expect him to continue the kissing. Instead he rolls up onto his elbow and stares down at me. “God, look at you. Your chest and arms are so sexy.” He smooths a hand across my upper body and I light up under his electric touch. “Well, all of you is, but you have the perfect amount of hair. Fuck.” He swoops down, claiming my mouth in a hungry kiss as he hooks a leg over my hip, pulling himself over me until he’s blanketing my body with his. I wrap my arms around him, trying to grind against him, but he slides down my torso, briefly stroking his cock against mine as he moves even lower.

Moaning, I tangle my fingers in his soft curls. “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me come.”

His eyes are dark and wild, and his grin is almost feral. “Not before I get you in my mouth.”

Lightning fast, my cock is bathed in the wet heat of his mouth and I swear his tongue finds all the right spots. His suction is perfect, and with only a few strokes of his tongue and lips he has me trembling and ready to blow. “Fuck, Danny. Baby, I was serious. I’m so close.” I should be embarrassed, but I'm not. His mouth feels too good. And from the teasing grin on his face, he knows it. His fingertips trace a line up my inner thigh, all the way to my balls, which are high and tight against my body. “ Danny .”

He pulls off my cock, wrapping his fingers around my balls, tugging gently, as he grins up at me. “I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste you.”

I nod, fully on board with that idea. “Then you better get your mouth back on me because I’m almost there.”

With zero hesitation, his lips wrap around my cock as he sinks lower, and I groan. It's perfect and I'm about to tell him so, but then his nose presses against my pelvis and the tip of my cock slips into his throat. "Oh, fuck!" I arch off the bed, my hips thrusting against his face. He presses his knuckle just behind my balls, rubbing firmly as he swallows, and before I can make a sound my world explodes.

It takes several long minutes before my muscles stop twitching and I can focus my eyes. Danny’s grin is smug, but he's earned it. Licking his lips like a cat with cream, he rests his chin on his hand. “Mmm. You taste good.”

“Fucking hell, babe. That was amazing.” I haul him onto the pillow so we’re face to face again. His cock is still rock hard, and as we kiss, I wrap my hand around him, keeping my grip firm and my stroke steady. “How do you want to come, baby? My hand? My mouth?” I’d offer him my ass, but it’s been too long, and the prep would take more time than I think we have. There’s a flash of vulnerability in his eyes, and the confident guy from five minutes ago is gone. I know he has something in mind, but he must be worried I’ll judge. Or something equally ridiculous. “Tell me.”

He slides over my body like before, rubbing his hard cock against my abdomen. With a soft whimper, he leans in and brushes his lips against mine. “I want you to kiss me while I grind against you like this.”

“Fuck yeah. That’s so damned hot.” I grab his ass and roll my hips against him. “That feel good?” I murmur against his mouth. “You’re so fucking sexy. Sucking me down like a champ. Made me come so hard I saw stars.” I knead the firm muscles of his ass. “Wanna make you feel that good, baby. Oh fuck.” Even though I’ve just come, the feeling of his body against mine is so good. “That’s it, baby. Rub that gorgeous cock against me. Use my body to get yourself off.” He’s panting, and I can feel the wetness spreading between us. “Fuck, you’re leaking everywhere. I’m gonna make you come all over me, feel your cock pulse as you shoot your load on my abs.” Danny’s mouth goes slack. “Does that feel good, baby? You like the way my abs feel against your aching cock?” His hips grind faster, harder, and his half-lidded eyes lose focus. “You gonna come baby? You ready?” He whimpers and frantically nods. “Yeah, you are. Your cock is throbbing against mine. So come, baby. Explode all over me.”

“Oh fuck!” Danny shudders as wave after wave of warmth shoots between us, pooling on my skin. If I hadn’t just come, seeing the absolute bliss on his face and feeling the strength of his orgasm would have pushed me over the edge.

Danny collapses onto my chest, tucking his face into my neck with a happy sigh. I wrap my arms around him and hold him tightly against me, ignoring the puddle between us that will inevitably glue us together. Eventually. But not yet. “Goddamn, baby. That was so hot. Fucking sexy as hell.”

He’s a comforting weight on me, and I don’t dare close my eyes because I know I’ll fall asleep. He wriggles closer, and I can hear the grin in his voice. “I wonder who won the game.”

It takes me a minute to follow, and then I chuckle, wrapping my arms more tightly around him. “Should I be offended that the first thing you say after you come is ‘I wonder who won the game?’”

His laugh is so relaxed, so carefree, that I’m grinning like a fool in response. Until he sighs and pushes up onto his elbows. “I should probably go. My dad'll be waiting up to make sure I didn’t wreck his car.”

The more I hear about Danny’s dad, the more I think he and my father would get along famously. “We probably should clean up before we’re stuck together.” I try to keep my voice light for his sake, though I really want to throttle his dad. With a groan, he peels himself up and slips onto the mattress beside me. I stroke his cheek. “Do you want to shower or just go home?”

He considers, then rolls off the bed, pushing to his feet. “If you don’t mind, can we just clean up and head out? I still need you to run me back to my car.”

Shit. I forgot about that. Damned orgasm brain. “Absolutely. No problemo.” With a groan, I stand and take his hand, leading him to the bathroom, where we do a quick wipe down before following the clothing trail back out into the main room. When we’re both dressed with our coats on, I pull him into my arms and kiss him softly. “Thank you for going out with me tonight. And for this. Here. I had an incredible time.”

He strokes my beard with his palm and kisses me back. “You’re welcome. Thanks for asking me out. And for the orgasm. It’s been way too long since I’ve done that with someone else in the room.”

I laugh and squeeze him tightly, tucking his face into my neck. “Yeah, same.” The truth is, I know I’m supposed to want to go out and bang anything that moves. I’ve been told by enough gay guys that I should dive into the hookup culture, do the random bathroom fuck, or get my dick sucked at any number of the glory holes around town. The reality is, that’s not me. I love sex, and I love orgasms, but I can achieve those on my own. I want more than that. I want someone that’s just for me. Emotionally and physically. And to many gay guys, that’s asking for too much. Am I trying to make up for my parents not loving me enough? Maybe. Probably. Am I looking for a family since mine imploded? That could be true too. But it’s what I want. And right now, I think I made the right decision. Even if being with Danny comes with a lot of effort. I have a strong feeling he’s worth it. Reluctantly, I step back, letting him go. “Okay, let’s get you back to your car so you can get home before you turn into a pumpkin.”