Provoking the Punter

Chapter 16

CHAPTER

SIXTEEN

Sure, Garrett knew what to do with lube, but it hadn’t mattered for such a long time that he worried about doing it wrong. There was usually no kissing—or very little—and that was his preference because he didn’t want it to mean anything.

With Chester, everything meant something, even if he wasn’t sure what.

It was the way Chester looked at him. The way he called him honey, and he was quite happy to pretend it was just for him. He didn’t want to know if that’s what he called everyone. Then there was the way he touched him and held him as if he gave a damn.

The present he’d delivered because he wanted to give him something.

He wanted this to be something, but he didn’t want to be the one asking. Nor did he want to be the one dragging Chester back into the closet. But if he was out…

His fingers slid over Chester’s hole. Chester kept distracting him with kisses. He wasn’t usually the one lying on the bed; he couldn’t see what he was doing. “Is this okay?”

“You’re going super slow.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” It had been years, but Garrett hadn’t forgotten how uncomfortable he’d been when he’d agreed to bottom. It probably would’ve been better with someone who had experience.

“You won’t.”

He pressed one finger in, watching Chester’s face and the way his lips parted. Should he add a second finger? Or would that be too much too soon? He had big hands and thick fingers, and his dick was no different. “I’ve been told it’s too fat.”

Chester laughed. “People like different things. I would much rather have a thick six inches than a skinny nine trying to rearrange my guts.”

“So you’re saying it’s perfect?”

“Is that what you want to hear?” He leaned closer and whispered in Garrett’s ear. “That I can’t wait to feel your thick cock stretching me?”

Garrett’s breath caught. “Are you teasing or being serious?”

He licked Garrett’s ear and nipped the lobe. “Both. Get some more lube and fuck me with two fingers.”

While he couldn’t see what he was doing, he did as he was told, feeling Chester stretch around him. He was so hot and tight, and he rocked his hips as if he wanted more. Garrett felt as though he was rummaging around trying to find Chester’s prostate because when he did in the past, everyone had more fun.

“You’re trying too hard.” Chester kissed him and shimmied backward, causing his fingers to slip free. He added lube to his palm and stroked Garrett’s cock, pausing with his hand fisted at the base. Then he extended his thumb. “My rule of thumb. If it sticks up past the tip, it’s going to be more hard work than fun.”

“When did you work that out?”

“When I was about twenty. The massive cock seemed like a good idea at the time—I had been drinking—but it was not. After that, I began paying attention to what I liked, not what was good enough, or what other people told me was good.”

“And I have your perfect cock?”

Chester rolled his eyes and picked up the condom. “I bet you have no idea what you like because every ass is the same.”

“They aren’t.”

Chester laughed. “I’m aware. I’ve topped more than you’ve bottomed.”

“You don’t know that.” Garrett sucked in a breath as Chester rolled the condom onto his cock, then added more lube.

“How many times?”

“Once… with my boyfriend.”

“When you were eighteen?” Chester leaned over him.

“Yeah… it wasn’t the kind of thing I felt comfortable looking for.”

“Because you didn’t like it or because it was too personal?” Chester licked Garrett’s lower lip, and for a few seconds, he couldn’t answer because Chester’s hand was moving and his tongue was teasing. He lifted his hips for more and then the hand was gone.

He swept his thumbs over Chester’s collarbones and the piercings beneath, feeling the hard line of the metal just beneath the skin. Chester watched him, waiting for an answer. “It was a long time ago, and we were both trying out things. It wasn’t great. And even though I was tempted to try again, I didn’t want some stranger jabbing it into me.”

He used Chester’s words because that was exactly what he was worried about. Someone treating him as a hole to be filled and hurting him. It was something he worried about when hooking up, because he didn't want to be that person. It was possible to be impersonal and kind, or at least he tried to be.

Chester nodded. “Well, I want you to go slow because I like the stretch, and I want to enjoy it.”

He didn’t need to do much more than hold his dick as Chester eased onto it. The hot, tight heat of his ass enveloped him. Watching Chester’s face, the way his body moved as he sank deeper… He needed to run plays in his head because he did not want this over too fast.

He would never live it down.

He grasped Chester’s hips, holding him as he thrust up.

Chester leaned forward and put his hands on Garrett’s pecs. “Ease up, let me do the work.”

“Sorry.” He let go, dropping his hands to the bed, unsure what to do with them now.

“I didn’t say stop touching me, only that you don’t want to control me.”

“I don’t?”

Chester moved slower, and it didn’t feel that much different for Garrett, but from the look on Chester’s face, it was better for him. Garrett couldn’t look away. His hands smoothed over Chester’s thighs, enjoying the way his muscles moved. His cock bobbed as if needing attention.

“Do you want me to?—”

“No… just… like that.”

He didn’t even know what he was doing, but Chester’s eyelids fluttered closed, and his movements became precise. Oh… Chester was hitting the good spot. Each time he rose, his ass squeezed Garrett’s cock.

“Oh fuck.” He really didn’t want to control Chester when he was getting them both off with such skill, and it was hot as hell to watch. He wanted to pull him in for a kiss, but he didn’t want to break whatever holy experience Chester was about to have based on his expression. He settled for touching every part of him he could reach, before finally finding the piercing in his balls.

Chester sucked in a breath, his ass tightened, and he came, shooting across Garrett’s abs and chest. He’d closed his eyes, consumed by pleasure. Garrett wrapped his fingers around Chester’s cock and gave it a couple of strokes, drawing out every drop.

Chester shuddered and leaned forward, dropping onto his hands. “You can grip my hips and go as hard as you want now.”

He didn’t want to go hard. “I liked what you were doing… slow.”

“Like this?” Chester rocked his hips.

“Yeah.” Garrett met each one with a small thrust until each sensation was almost too much.

Chester swiped up some of his spilled cum with his thumb, sucked the digit clean, and then kissed him, letting it slide into Garrett’s mouth.

He groaned as he came, gripping Chester’s hips harder, not wanting him to move because it was too much. He wasn’t even sure he was breathing. He needed to let go; he didn’t want to leave marks.

His dick throbbed. He had never come so hard.

He opened his eyes, not sure when he’d closed them. Chester’s lips were still on his, and he was still inside him.

“That wasn’t takeout sex.” Which was what he’d been having. It was fine. It did the job, but it was forgettable. “That was like three-course sex.”

Chester’s lips curved. “Three courses at the cheap local restaurant, somewhere trendy, or fine dining?

Of course, he was going to turn that into a question. “Um, fine dining?”

“Liar, that was somewhere trendy at best.”

“It was?”

“Mmm.” Chester rolled his hips.

A shiver ran through Garrett. He wasn’t sure if it was too much or not enough.

“Fine dining might kill me.” He was so not ready for that.

“What you need is a ten-course degustation with paired non-alcoholic wine.”

“A sex degustation? You couldn’t.” He couldn’t. It would take him forever to come up with ten things.

Chester’s eyebrows pinched together as if he was doing the math. “Make it non-alcoholic beverages and I can.”

“Okay… but we couldn’t do it all in one night.” Could they?

“God no, but we could do it over a weekend.” Chester’s tongue flicked over his lower lip, pausing to fiddle with the ball of the vertical labret piercing.

“A weekend away?” Garrett licked the other ball beneath his lip. A weekend away devoted to nothing but sex… It was decadent and impossible. He didn’t get weekends.

“Why not? You can choose when.”

“The odds of us reaching the playoffs are slim, but…” If he booked a holiday, it would be his luck that they pulled out a miracle and made it.

“So book it for after.”

Now it was him doing the math. That was months away, and Garrett wanted it now. “Beach or mountains?”

“Beach.”

They weren’t near a beach. That is one thing he missed the most. Back home, the beach had been so close. “East or west coast.”

Were they going to do this or were they pretending, caught up in the afterglow?

Chester bit his lip ring. “I can’t remember the last time I left the state, because of the businesses.”

“Then we go east, so you aren’t too far away.”

“No, west. I’ll have time to sort out coverage. I should have it in place anyway. I shouldn’t be there six days a week, anyway.” Chester nodded firmly. “I deserve some time off.”

“When was your last holiday?”

“You mean taking time off and going somewhere, right?”

“Yeah.” What other kind of holiday was there?

Chester rested on one hand. “Too long. You?”

“I take a couple of weeks at the end of the season. If I’m booking this…” If we are going to do this… “I need a budget.” He studied Chester’s dark eyes. “Am I booking this…? Are we doing this?”

Chester gave a small nod. “Five thousand per person.”

“How many people are you inviting?” Because he was not up for that.

Chester grinned. “Just us, and I need to know where we are going so I can prepare the menu.”

“Okay…” A lot could happen in three months. What if they weren’t doing this thing? What if everything fell apart, and he didn’t have a job at the end of the season?

“Unless you don’t want to?” Chester leaned in and kissed him.

That was a bit too much movement. He needed to ditch the condom before things got messy. Messier given that once again he’d ended up covered in cum.

“I do, but I can’t think of ten different positions.” Which wasn’t the entire truth.

“Leave that to me.” Chester shifted and rolled off him, heading for the bathroom. “And I didn’t mean positions.”

“Did we just agree to go on holiday together?” He got up and ditched the rubber in the bin.

Chester turned on the shower. “We agreed to a dirty weekend.”

“Uh-huh.” He pressed a kiss to the back of Chester’s neck. “It wouldn’t be so dirty if you didn’t keep coming on me.”

“If you don’t like it, tell me.”

He buried his face against Chester’s shoulder, glad that Chester couldn’t see him because he was sure his cheeks were burning. “I liked it when you kissed me after.”

Chester gave a low laugh and stepped into the shower. “Thought you would.”