Truth or Spare (Princes Take New York #2)

Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

“ I t isn’t a dream this time, is it?” Dewey wondered out loud as he fell back onto the bed. But he could tell by the way his heart was slamming and his hands were sweating that he was awake. “This is really happening,” he whispered shakily up at Theo as he straddled him.

“As long as you want it to,” Theo said soothingly. He took Dewey’s trembling hand and placed it on his chest. His heart was a wild flutter under Dewey’s palm. Theo’s skin was hot and he was sweating. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you.”

“Me?” Dewey couldn’t believe that Theo was just as affected as he was.

There was a wry chuckle from Theo. “I was doing the honorable thing,” he explained while unbuttoning Dewey’s shirt. He spread the halves apart and licked his lips as he set his hands gliding up Dewey’s stomach. “I was trying to be a gentleman.” His nails scratched through the hair on Dewey’s chest as he growled in approval.

“To hell with that!” Dewey pleaded as he pulled Theo’s lips to his and kissed him hard. “Don’t be a gentleman.”

Theo clicked his teeth as his lips dragged through Dewey’s beard and up to his ear. He nipped the lobe, making Dewey shiver. “I know what you need, now that I know your limitations.” His teeth scraped Dewey’s neck, creating a cascade of goosebumps and a swirl of heat in Dewey’s core. “You need it dirty but gentle, and I am very good at that.”

He lapped at Dewey’s neck and slid lower, nuzzling the hair in the middle of his chest before his arm was lifted and Theo took a deep whiff of his armpit. Theo groaned euphorically as he licked, then angled his head and bit Dewey’s side. It tickled and made him gasp and jump.

“What are you—?” he choked out, only to earn another ragged groan as Theo rubbed his face all over the thick hair on Dewey’s stomach.

“You’re so…perfect! I love men of all shapes and types, but you are ein Man’n mit allem Pipapo , ” he declared, sounding giddy as he quickly dealt with Dewey’s belt and his zipper.

“Pipapo?” Dewey chuckled weakly.

“A man with all the extra…dings and whistles,” Theo said, shaking his head as he fumbled and muttered back and forth between English and German. “Every inch of you feels and tastes and smells so much like a man and I am so geil. I’m on PrEP and my last labs were alles klar and negative but we’ll use condoms until I get tested again. I’ve always been careful but we should be extra cautious because of your condition,” he babbled quickly.

“I don’t know what half of that meant, but I haven’t had sex in…years, though. I honestly don’t fuckin’ care.” Dewey laughed and got up on an elbow so he could watch. “ You’re perfect and I feel like I’m gonna die if you don’t touch me. How can you be so damn perfect?” he asked in awe as Theo whisked his shirt off and threw it over his shoulder. He was lean, his pecs and abs defined and his chest and torso hairless.

Theo shrugged the compliment off as he eased Dewey’s jeans and briefs down his hips. “I might not know what I’m doing half the time, but I still manage to get a good workout around here.”

“Practicing with a 14-pound ball every day helps. It was easier to stay in shape when I could still play,” Dewey said and carefully traced Theo’s bicep.

He caught Dewey’s finger with his teeth and gave it a playful tug. “Touch whatever you want, Brooks. I’m yours to command and do whatever you please with.”

“Mine?” He shook his head. That didn’t make a bit of sense. Especially when Theo gripped Dewey’s hard-on and gave the head a greedy lick, humming ecstatically. “Pretty sure that belongs to you now,” Dewey managed before Theo opened wide and swallowed half of his length. “Oh, fuck…” he breathed as he melted back onto the bed.

“Mmmm…” Theo’s head began to bounce as his lips glided up and down Dewey’s shaft and his sac was cupped and kneaded.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” Dewey bit into his lip as pleasure swelled and spilled down his limbs and up his spine. “Are you sure—?” he started and attempted to sit up but Theo’s arm stretched and Dewey was pinned to the bed.

Theo raised his lead so he could smirk wickedly at Dewey. “Am I sure?” His tongue flicked and swirled around and around the head.

Dewey nodded. “You don’t have to?—”

“Don’t have to what? This?” Theo sucked at the slit, causing a warm tingle to rush up Dewey’s cock as pre-cum leaked from the end.

“Yeah,” Dewey choked out. “It always feels like I’m being…” His face was on fire and Dewey was sure his ears had already burned off. He couldn’t believe he was even thinking about Shannon. She had tried to blow Dewey a few times but he had stopped her because he felt like he was demeaning her. “It feels selfish,” he managed.

“It is.” Theo hummed and gripped Dewey’s shaft firmly. He watched Dewey as he stroked hard. “I’ve wanted this for weeks. Poking me in the back during lessons and taunting me in the workshop… You think I haven’t noticed that you’re almost always hard?”

Dewey covered his face and groaned. “That was because of you!”

“Wirklich? I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.” Theo spread Dewey’s thighs wider and pushed his nose into his sac, inhaling deeply. “Sehr, sehr gut…” His tongue swiped at the tight skin under Dewey’s balls, causing more goosebumps and heat. But Dewey arched and twisted away as fingers trailed along the cleft of his ass. “Shhh… You’re not ready for that,” Theo noted softly and kissed his way back up Dewey’s cock.

“I might be. No one’s ever…” he said but Theo shushed and licked.

“We’ll go back to that later. I’m more interested in this at the moment,” he said and took Dewey deep into his throat and sucked as his hand pumped.

The pleasure was too intense. Dewey’s toes curled as heat and pressure throbbed in his core. “Wait! Fuck!” Dewey tapped urgently at Theo’s cheek and hand. “I’m too close! Not yet!” He didn’t want it to be over before he had a chance to touch, taste, and hold Theo.

“It’s okay,” Theo crooned, kissing his way up Dewey’s body as he wiggled and kicked his trousers off. He threw a leg over Dewey’s hips and pushed off his chest, straddling him. “We’re just getting started and I’m not in a hurry.”

Dewey sat up and wound his arms around Theo. “Oh my God,” he groaned as his hands slid and gripped, pulling Theo closer and Dewey reveled in the feel of his naked body. He nuzzled the corner of Theo’s neck and took his first taste, licking tentatively. It wasn’t enough and Dewey was instantly hooked on the warm, clean, slightly salty taste of Theo’s skin. Dewey opened wider so he could suck and bite, intoxicated as Theo whimpered and urged him on.

“Ja! Sehr gut! More!” he whispered frantically and twisted his fingers in Dewey’s hair. Theo writhed against him and Dewey felt hard heat grinding against his cock and had to look. He pulled back so he could watch as he took Theo’s erection in his shaking hand and squeezed. “Are you alright?” Theo panted, his chest heaving as he gave Dewey a moment to take stock.

He nodded, too mesmerized to look at anything else. “I’ve never touched another man like this.” He stroked and a nervous laugh burst from him. “It feels kind of like mine but I can’t feel what I’m doing.”

“I can.” Theo’s hand closed around his and tightened so he could show Dewey how he liked to be touched. “Is it okay? I’m not hurting you?” he asked weakly.

Dewey shook his head as he stared. “No. It’s amazing. I get it now.” He wanted to put his mouth all over Theo. It was a greedy, selfish hunger and his mouth watered as he wondered if Theo’s cock tasted as good as his lips and skin.

“Just a minute.” There was a tap on Dewey’s chest before Theo dismounted. “Don’t go anywhere,” he said as he backed off the bed and made his way to the bathroom. He turned on the light and Dewey was a nervous wreck all over again as he took in Theo’s naked body. Dressed in nothing but a pair of black socks, he looked like he had been sculpted from marble. “I almost got carried away,” Theo said as he tossed a box of condoms and some foil packets on the comforter.

He set his knee on the bed, but Dewy halted him and eased Theo back. “Can I try?” he asked as he sat up and leaned in closer to Theo’s swaying cock.

“Of course!” Theo’s fingers swept through Dewey’s hair and lovingly cradled his face. He guided the head to Dewey’s lips and stifled a German curse. “I am very close too,” he whispered shakily.

Dewey felt Theo tremble as he tightened his lips and sucked. “Mmnngood!” he mumbled around Theo’s length in wonder. He had expected a hundred things but he was stunned at how much he liked the taste of Theo’s cock. It tasted slightly salty and there was a faint tang of sweat like the rest of his skin, but Dewey’s jaw twinged at a burst of softly sweet, slick nectar. He sucked and sucked, tugging faster and faster as he moaned, begging for more.

“Schei?e! Brooks!” Theo’s fingers twisted tight in Dewey’s hair as his body began to buck. “You should stop if you don’t want?—”

Dewey did want. He growled as he threw his other arm around Theo’s waist, locking him against his face as he sucked wildly. His other hand was slick as it squeezed Theo’s sac and there was a strangled scream as cum flooded Dewey’s mouth. Dewey’s eyes widened at the tart, salty burst but he swallowed and licked every drop as Theo gasped and babbled breathlessly in German and Italian.

“Gut! Gut! Gut!” Theo shuddered as he attempted to ease Dewey onto the bed.

“I really like that,” Dewey said as he fell back, wiping his lips and beard and licking his fingers clean.

“It’s good, right?” Theo grinned knowingly while he rolled a condom down Dewey’s shaft.

Dewey got an elbow beneath him and nodded jerkily. “Yeah,” he said, then bit his lip as Theo coated his length with lube. “You’re just going to…do that? Now?”

Theo answered with a strained chuckle as he guided the head of Dewey’s cock to his hole. “Not immediately. I’m going to need a few moments. You’re as big as a twenty-five-year-old woman’s fist.”

“That’s…very specific,” Dewey said, then lost his breath and went blind, his eyes rolled so hard as Theo slowly sank down. He had never felt anything as tight and hot as Theo rocked back and forth, taking more and more of Dewey’s length with each slide.

“I’d be even more specific, but I never got her name,” Theo said with a casual shrug. “It was two years ago at the Mandalay Bay in Las Vegas. My first time visiting Vegas and my first time getting fisted.”

“That sounds…memorable.” Dewey tried to picture it but his brain was melting as Theo swung forward and planted a hand next to his shoulder.

“Hardly the sort of thing you forget. But the rest of it…” Theo shook his head and lowered so he could kiss Dewey. “A fun, numb blur. That’s all I ever wanted before. But I don’t want to forget a second of this and I don’t want to stop.”

“Don’t.” Dewey sucked on his lips and tongue, crying as pleasure and pressure coiled in his core. He never imagined he’d feel anything as good or have anything as beautiful as Theo.

“Mein Gott, Brooks!” he gasped and pushed himself upright. “You feel so good!” Theo’s teeth dug into his lower lip as the sound of his ass slapping against Dewey’s hips echoed through the Winnie.

Dewey should have cared that Bryce might come out and see it bouncing or Cassie could stop by and hear them from the parking lot. But he was too lost in the joy and pleasure and was tickled that it was actually him, getting off with a man behind the bowling alley. It was finally happening and Dewey wasn’t screwing it up. From the way Theo was swearing and sweating, it looked like it was going really well.

“Oh, Fuck! Broo—!” Theo sobbed like a siren before Dewey clapped a hand over his mouth.

“Shh!” Dewey was laughing until he felt Theo clench tight, tight, tight as his eyes rolled and his body bucked hard. Cum flicked onto Dewey’s chest and he stared, dazed and wildly in love as Theo smeared his fingers through it. He shoved them into Dewey’s mouth and the Winnie burst into bright light. “Theo!”

A rush of heat and throbbing pleasure rolled from Dewey’s core as cum pumped from his cock, flooding the condom. His nerves flickered as his heart hammered and it was glorious, feeling so much warmth and satisfaction, instead of fatigue and strain. Dewey couldn’t remember the last time he had felt that connected and aware of his body without the pain and heaviness. He was so light and everything tingled in the loveliest way.

Dewey locked an arm around Theo and rolled them onto their side. “Thank you,” he whispered, sweeping the hair away from Theo’s face and kissing him tenderly. “It’s been so long.”

Theo made a dreamy, drunken, humming sound as he hooked a leg around Dewey’s hip and scooted closer. “Any time,” he said and draped an arm around Dewey’s neck.

“You feel like…magic,” Dewey whispered against Theo’s lips. “And it’s been a long time since I haven’t felt like I was tired and broken.”

“Good. I didn’t want you to do too much with your arms or your hands.” Theo petted Dewey’s beard and traced his lips. “There are so many ways you can satisfy me without hurting yourself.”

“I wanna try ‘em all,” Dewey blurted, then squeezed an eye shut. “At least, I think I do. I’ve done things to myself with a toy, but I’m still really nervous about my…butt,” he mumbled and Theo laughed softly.

“You have absolutely no reason to be. We’ll go slowly and you’ll be in charge. Because it’s your…butt,” he said before biting back a giggle. “Why do you have a butt and not an ass ?” he said in his exaggerated American again. “Or an arse?”

Dewey rolled his eyes. “Because it’s mine and it’s…just a butt.” He reached around and gave Theo’s cheek an appreciative squeeze and didn’t let go. “ This is an ass,” he stated with a firm nod, making Theo roll his eyes.

“How is it different from this?” His hand slid down Dewey’s spine and Theo hummed happily as he scratched at the dusting of hair and cupped possessively.

“Nah. It’s just big and hairy. Your ass is perfect, Theo. Everyone says so.”

A wide smile spread across Theo’s face. “Is that so?”

“I don’t know why I’m feeding your ego, but you should have heard Judith and the rest of the blue hairs earlier. I forgot how raunchy those ‘ladies’ can get,” he complained and Theo burst into laughter.

“Why is that so funny? I’ve known most of those women my whole life,” Dewey said, sending Theo into a wheezing fit.

“I hate to be the one to break it to you, but I wasn’t the first one to call you a ‘gorgeous tree of a man.’”