Chapter 10 #2
“You did? About me?” My mouth quirked. He was so cute when he got embarrassed.
“About us.” His attention drew to me, and he drank more of the cocktail. “It was an interesting conversation. I thought I’d be talking to him and his husband about sex, but it was more about dealing with being queer.”
“Yeah?” I studied him. So, I’d been right about his emotions. “Tell me more.” I shifted in my seat and then sipped our drink.
“I don’t want you to think I’m experimenting. I guess my brother’s friend had a guy who did that to him and broke his heart.” His breath caught as his jaw dropped. “I’m not trying to say you’re in love with me or anything.”
I let a chuckle roll through me. He was so careful. It meant a lot. It meant he was willing to make things work. “That’s good to hear. It’s something I wondered about, if you were ready for this.”
“I’m ready. Like I said, there’s something about you that’s, fuck, irresistible.” His face flushed a second time.
“Really?” I chuckled. “I find you irresistible too.” I looked him over, the fine angle of his jaw with the dark stubble, the stark blue of his eyes.
“It’s why I took extra pictures of you.” My chest pinched.
Tate was right. I had to give that to him.
I’d been looking, no, admiring Lucas. If I had been fully invested in Tate, Lucas wouldn’t have mattered.
I would have broken it off with Tate eventually, even if he hadn’t hit me.
“Thanks.” His cheeks reddened further.
The server and a food runner set down our plates of sushi. “Enjoy.”
“Oh, my, would you look at this?” Lucas yanked his chopsticks apart. “Let’s dig in.”
I mixed wasabi into soy sauce in a small square dish. “What else did your brother say?” Obviously, Lucas had come out to him.
“Oh, he was happy as hell.” Tutting, he picked up a roll and dunked it in his sauce. “I think he was happier to hear that I’m queer than he was when I got my NAPH contract.” He snickered.
“He sounds like an awesome brother.” My chest squeezed. His parents would probably be fine with it, too. His family was nothing like mine. “When do you think you’ll tell your parents?”
He held a roll to his mouth, his gaze far away. “Don’t know.” He focused on me. “After we’ve been dating for a while?” The edge of his lips quirked.
Nodding, I ate a roll. I wasn’t the only one thinking we had a future together. It was new, but we’d already created a solid bond. Was having a common enemy the reason? Shit, it’s what he was used to. Sports teams bonded over a common enemy, didn’t they?
His brows lowered. “Ezra, you’re close with your sister, right?”
“Very.” I dunked a salmon sashimi slice into my sauce. “She’s always been on my side. My parents kicking me out devastated her.”
“I still can’t believe people react like that.” He rested his hand on mine on the table. “Do you ever think you’ll see them again?” He bit the end of his chopsticks.
“No, never.” Pain sliced through my heart. No matter how much Maddy begged, I couldn’t see it happening.
“You know what they say, Ezra. Never say never.” He squeezed my hand, freed it and picked up a fresh roll.
“My, uh…” Fuck, why was I bringing this up? I took a deep inhale. “My sister says my mom asks about me. She thinks maybe…” I should drop it. It wasn’t good for me to have hope.
“Your sister thinks your mom changed?” He set his chopsticks on his plate and grabbed both my hands over the table, leaning in, his gaze fastened to mine.
“Ezra, if there’s a chance, maybe you should take it?
” His gaze searched my face. “My brother-in-law never thought his dad would accept him, but he did.” His throat dipped.
“I know plenty of queer guys who have gone through a lot of shit and can offer you help. As far as I’ve seen, you’ve only had Tate to talk to. ”
Fuck, he was right. I swallowed thickly. This hockey player might change my life in more ways than one. “Let me think about it, okay?”
“Of course.” He gave me a warm grin and freed me. “Tonight is about us. Tomorrow we’ll take on the world.”
My eyes stung. I had every reason to believe him.
After dinner, we had a lovely walk around the shops, pointing out gag gifts and commenting on some of the better art.
I had an eye for composition, obviously.
When we made our way back to his apartment, I followed him inside and shut the door.
Now that we understood each other, it was time for more.
“Would you like a drink? I have beer or some wine I keep here for my brother-in-law when he visits.” He strolled into his kitchen.
“What color is it? Red or white?” His brother-in-law liked wine? “And tell me more about Jett.” I dropped onto the end of his couch and gazed at the darkened sky outside the sliding doors leading to their balcony.
“It’s white. Jett’s from California, so he knows his wines. I had to ask Mason what to get him.” He pulled the wine from the refrigerator. “It’s a chardonnay.” He held the bottle up for me.
Twisting on the couch, I said, “Let’s try it.” After our nice dinner, it seemed appropriate to top off the evening with some excellent wine.
“Sure.” He scrunched his face. “Do you know how to open this?”
“Yes…” With a soft snort, I hopped from the couch and ambled to him. “You have a wine opener, I assume?” I grabbed the bottle from him and set it on the counter.
“I do.” His gaze caught mine and fell to my lips. Gliding my hair off my shoulder, he nuzzled my neck. “You smell so good.” He kissed and licked the sensitive flesh.
As shivers played down my side, a soft moan escaped me. Holy hell, did we even need the wine? “If you keep doing that…”
“What?” He smiled against my neck, cupped my ass, and licked a trail from my collarbone to my earlobe. “Fuck, Ezra. You turn me on.” He wrapped his arm around my waist, burying his face into my neck.
I took a hard swallow as my dick lengthened to the band of my briefs. We’d had such a build-up today. How would I hold back if he needed me to? In a rough voice, I said, “Wine opener, Lucas.” I cleared my throat.
“Yeah, in here.” He left me for a moment and opened a drawer on the kitchen island. After handing me the opener, he pressed teasing kisses on my neck, pulled on the collar of my shirt, and continued down my shoulder.
My breath quickened, and I struggled to focus on removing the foil and then twisting the opener into the cork. “You’re not making his easy on me.”
“Yeah?” Stepping behind me, he licked the back of my neck while pushing his hard cock against my ass and skimming his hands down my abs. He stopped at the band of my jeans. “I want to touch you, but…”
I yanked the cork off with a pop. “But what?”
“I’ve never done it before. Touched a guy’s dick.” His hot breath whispered across my nape, raising goosebumps on my skin.
“But you want to?” My cock throbbed and pulsed in my jeans. Holy fuck, it would be fun being his first.
“I do.” Nibbling the back of my neck and pressing his swollen cock against my ass, he crept his hand lower, his fingers touching the tip of my cock. “Is that it?”
“Yep.” I shut my eyes for a beat and held my breath. No one had turned me on like this. Holy hell, I was barely hanging on.
“So, this…” He skimmed his fingers lower, outlining my shaft through my jeans. “Fuck, you’re hard.” He swallowed audibly and wrapped his free arm around my waist.
“I am. Very.” Tension pooled in my gut and my balls tingled. “Are you okay?” Should I turn around and face him?
“I’m fine. I have to be careful here or I’ll do something…” His hot breath puffed against my nape as he rubbed my cock from tip to base. “I don’t want to look stupid.”
“You won’t.” As my dick jerked against his palm, I swooned and tipped my head back, desire igniting inside me. If he were anyone else, we’d be fucking tonight.
“I felt your dick move. I want to make you feel good.” He pressed harder against my ass. “I’ve fantasized about how you’d sound if I made you come.”
“Let’s make that fantasy come true.” I freed the wine bottle and twisted in his hold, our hot cocks touching through our clothes.
Cupping his cheek, I gazed deeply into his darkened eyes and said, “Lucas, we can go as slow as you want or as fast as you want.” I pressed a hard kiss on his lips, and he chased my mouth as I pulled away. “I’m all yours.”
Raking his teeth across his lower lip, the hint of a grin curled his mouth. “I like the sound of that.”
“What about the wine?” I tapped my forehead on his. Were we ditching it for sex?
“Yeah, let’s pour some glasses.” He stepped back and threaded his fingers through his dark bangs. “This is so intense. Is it supposed to be more intense with a guy?”
I lifted my brows. “It always was for me, but then I’m gay and never cared to be with women.” With a smirk, I looked through the cabinets for some wine glasses, pulled two down and poured the wine.
He picked one glass up. “Here’s to being gay.” He held his glass out.
Tapping his glass with my own, I said, “To being gay.” The heat between us still simmered under my skin. Damn, he was doing things to me no one had before. In a way, this might be my first time, too.
I followed him to the couch and sat down, sipping my wine along the way, the oak and citrus flavors mixing perfectly on my tongue. “This is a good wine.” And I’d tasted some superb wines with Tate. Fuck, I should banish him from my thoughts.
“Ezra, come closer.” He threw his arm over the back of the couch, behind my shoulders.
I tucked into his side. “Tell me how you’re feeling about things.” Like why did he opt for wine instead of kissing?
“I’m feeling good. I feel…” He dipped his head and choked out a laugh. “I don’t know what I’m doing, and I feel a little awkward. If you were a woman—”
“What would you do?” Maybe this was my chance. After taking a sip of wine, I set down my glass on the coffee table and then did the same with his. “Show me what you’d do if I was a woman.”
His gaze trailed over my body as his tongue darted across his lower lip. “I’d, uh…” He seized my nape and captured me in a hungry kiss, his lips demanding and his tongue penetrating me.
Slanting my mouth over his, I wound an arm around his neck, pulling him backward and on top of me.
He thrust his hard cock against mine and ragged moans freed from his throat. Breaking the kisses, he whispered, “Oh fuck.” He kissed and nibbled my chin and down the column of my throat, sliding a hand underneath my shirt and up to tease a nipple.
As pleasure jolted through me, I gasped. “Yeah, do that more.” Panting, I slapped my hand to his muscled ass and squeezed.
He pinched my nipple and shuddered over me. “Ezra, touch me, touch my cock.”
Fuck yeah. I snuck a hand between us, unfastened his jeans, and freed his thick, hot dick. Precum beaded at the tip and I swiped it with my thumb, then stroked him.
“Oh, fuck. Holy shit.” He buried his face in my neck. “More, I need more.” He bit and sucked on my neck.
Quickly, I freed my cock from my jeans, spat on my hand and fisted both our dicks, rocking my hips and rubbing them together while I stroked. As sensation heated my skin and coiled inside me, my balls tightened. If only we could lose the clothes, but he might not be ready.
His body tensed, and his mouth met mine in a flurry of hurried kisses.
As I quickened the pace on our cocks, my climax roared to the edge. “Fuck, Lucas, gonna come.” As I fell off the cliff, moan after moan ripped from my throat. Hot cum erupted onto my hand and stomach. My entire body flared with pleasure with each contraction. I’d never felt such an intense orgasm.
“Oh, fuck.” His cock swelled further in my hand and his release spurted, mixing with mine. He shuddered with each pulse and gasped. As it slowed, he relaxed over me, nuzzling my neck. “What did you do to me? I don’t think I can move.”
“I jerked us both off at the same time.” I wouldn’t bother to mention the term for it. I enjoyed the weight of him over me. It was solid and comforting.
He lifted onto an elbow, his attention drawing to me. “That felt incredible.” He pressed a soft kiss on my lips.
“Do you feel embarrassed or awkward in any way?” I didn’t know what a former straight guy would feel. I could only imagine. I gauged his reaction.
With a headshake, he said, “No, watching you come was better than my fantasy.” He curled the edge of his mouth. “It really got me off.” He chuckled. “I’ll be thinking about it for days. Probably when I’m alone in my hotel room.” His cheeks flushed.
“Yeah?” I gave him a lazy smile. “I’ll do the same. When I’m alone.” Shit, he was leaving tomorrow. “How long will you be on the road?”
“I come home on Thursday.” His cock twitched against mine. “Ezra, I think I’m getting hard again.” He choked out a laugh. “Yeah, I am.” He planted a quick kiss on my lips. “You can’t tell me you’re going to think about me and jerk off while I’m gone.”
“Why not? You started it.” I combed my fingers through his soft, dark curls. Thursday seemed too far away. I’d bury myself in work.
“Yeah, but I’m obsessed with you.” His gaze caught mine and lingered. “I am, you know.”
“I know.” With every minute I spent with him, I became more obsessed as well. “Me too.” I brushed my knuckles across his cheek.
“Really?” His gaze darted over my face and he bit his lower lip.
“Really.” I took in his stunning eyes, gazing at me with such emotion. He wore his heart on his sleeve and it was exactly what I needed.
“Fuck, Ezra.” He fell onto me, burying his face in my neck. “You don’t know how much that means to me.” Wrapping his arms around my shoulders, he hugged me tightly.
I think I do…Warmth fluttered through my chest and swept all the way to my toes. I never thought I could feel so much for a person and so soon. But he was so different, and I was safe with him. “Hey, we should clean up and go to bed.” It was getting late, and he had a big day tomorrow.