Chapter Seven #2
He bent his head to kiss Nate’s neck and suck lightly at the place where it met his shoulder, then moved lower, intending to return the favor.
Nate’s hand found his hair and tugged. “Your hands. Please.” He pulled Aubrey in for another filthy kiss.
Well, if he was going to ask so nicely, Aubrey could do that.
He brought a hand up to Nate’s hungry mouth. “Lick.” Nate compiled without hesitation, getting Aubrey’s palm wet and slick.
“That’s a good boy,” Aubrey said without meaning to or thinking of the implication of the words, but Nate flushed scarlet and closed his eyes.
And that—was another thing Aubrey was going to have to think more about later.
He wrapped his fingers around Nate’s cock, feeling the weight of it, heavy and hard, and then slid his fist up, cupping, barely squeezing. He swiped his thumb over the head, and damn, he hadn’t needed Nate’s spit at all, because he was positively dripping.
Nate had a nice cock, hard and eager in Aubrey’s hand, the skin smooth and hot and slick. And he looked incredible spread out like that—like he was Aubrey’s for the taking. But looking couldn’t satisfy him, and like this he hardly got to touch everything he wanted.
Aubrey smeared his thumb over the tip of Nate’s dick again, slowly this time, a filthy circle. Then he lowered himself to the bed, cataloging Nate’s brief noise of protest.
“Shh,” he soothed, curling his body around Nate’s as he urged him onto his side. “What, you think I’m going to leave you hanging? I have a reputation to uphold.”
He nuzzled the back of Nate’s neck, the skin below his ear, and wrapped his hand around his cock again. “Besides, I want to know what it takes to get you to lose your composure.” He stroked once, slowly, twisted his fingers at the top before moving them down again. “Going to let me see that?”
“Show me—ah—show me you deserve to see it,” Nate gasped as Aubrey jacked him, but he still managed to make it a challenge.
“Show you, huh?” Aubrey nudged his thigh forward, teasing it between Nate’s legs until it brushed the curve of his ass. “I think I can do that.” He kept the words a gentle susurration against the shell of Nate’s ear.
Nate shuddered, and his cock blurted precome in Aubrey’s hand. “Yeah,” he whispered, thrusting into Aubrey’s grip—and then, better, grinding back against his leg like he needed it, like he couldn’t wait for Aubrey to fuck him. “Yeah, fuck, show me.”
Aubrey pressed his open mouth to the skin of Nate’s neck, tasting the salt of his sweat.
“Maybe I can do one better, hmm?” He rocked his thigh in time with Nate’s hips as if he were fucking him, and Nate gasped again.
Not just the actions, Aubrey thought—the words.
He was getting off on Aubrey talking to him.
“I mean.” Nate’s hips bucked forward again. “You’re doing great so far.”
“Mmm,” Aubrey murmured. “I do respond well to positive feedback.” He sucked Nate’s earlobe into his mouth and then released it. “You know what you respond to?”
“Fuck.” Nate panted as Aubrey twisted his wrist, moving his hand incrementally faster, still a deliberate, slow stroke. “Having my—having my dick touched, for one thing.”
“Yeah,” Aubrey agreed. “And it’s been so long since someone touched you like this, hasn’t it, babe?
Since someone gave it to you like you so obviously need it.
But that’s not what I meant.” He unwrapped his fingers from Nate’s cock long enough to gather the fluid at the head again and slick his hand with it.
Nate shook with tension and arched his back, pressing his neck and ass against Aubrey. God, he was easy for it, and Aubrey was going to give it to him.
“So easy for it, sweetheart,” Aubrey breathed, making Nate shudder again. Aubrey stilled his hand, just cupping Nate’s cock before he whispered, “Letting me know how much you need it.”
Nate whined in response. As much as Aubrey had wanted to return the favor, to get his mouth around Nate’s cock, having it here where he could talk and Nate could listen was probably doing it for him as much as Aubrey sucking him off would. More, maybe.
Aubrey could definitely oblige him; he was finding it harder to shut up than to keep talking.
He moved his hand again, jerking Nate a little firmer but not much faster while he rocked forward. Aubrey’s cock gave a twinge of interest that he’d be up for another round, but he still needed to get Nate there.
“Going to show me?” He circled his thumb under the crown of Nate’s dick, pressing lightly. “Going to come for me like this?”
Nate nodded, and every muscle in his back, his legs, his neck went tense. He was right there, hovering on the edge, waiting for that last push. Aubrey slowed down. Nate had waited a long time for someone to fuck him like he needed. It would be a shame to let it end so soon.
“Please,” Nate whispered. He worked himself back against Aubrey’s thigh with jerky, uncoordinated movements.
“I know what you need, babe. You want me to fuck you, right?” Nate’s whole body was trembling, and Aubrey’s dick had taken notice. He was better than halfway hard now, and his blood burned in his veins. “If you weren’t so good with your mouth, I’d be inside you right now, giving you what you need.”
“God, fuck,” Nate whispered, the words barely audible over the slick sounds of Aubrey’s hand on his cock.
Aubrey worked his left hand between Nate’s asscheeks, skimming lightly over the skin, more intimate than the press of his leg.
He took the soft part of Nate’s ear between his teeth, tugging gently, until Nate froze, as though he couldn’t decide whether to move forward or back.
Or maybe his brain had just stopped sending signals altogether.
“That’s it,” he murmured, circling the crown of Nate’s dick again as he teased his left hand closer to Nate’s hole. “Let go for me, sweetheart.”
Nate’s hand went to his mouth, smothering the moan that Aubrey so desperately wanted to hear even though he recognized the neighbors in the next room would not.
Another time he’d hopefully get a chance, but now all he was getting was the muffled gasps as Nate tensed and then shuddered, back bowing as he came and spilled over Aubrey’s fist in a hot, slippery mess.
“So good, baby,” Aubrey said hoarsely, gentling his touch as Nate tried to catch his breath, the hand at his mouth dropping down to cover Aubrey’s. He managed a gentle squeeze.
“Oh.” It was only a little more than a sigh before Nate repeated, “Oh.”
Aubrey needed to kiss him, and he could reach the corner of Nate’s mouth, so he did. Nate turned his head to meet him for a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss. His body was warm in Aubrey’s arms, the tension bled out of it.
“Feel better?” Aubrey inquired softly.
“Mm, a little.” Nate chuckled and then stretched, rolled his shoulders, and squirmed away from Aubrey’s embrace.
A little?
Aubrey regretfully pulled back. He might be used to no-strings-attached sex, but he still enjoyed a bit of afterglow. Apparently Nate didn’t, at least not with Aubrey.
He shouldn’t be disappointed. After all, he was the one who’d told Nate to get his revenge by having dirty hookups with as many hot guys as he could. He didn’t get to be upset Nate was treating him like one.
This was probably a bad idea.
This was an incredible idea.
Nate couldn’t remember the last time he’d come like that, if he ever had. He couldn’t remember ever feeling like someone wanted him so much.
He could remember the last time he’d had more than one orgasm in a night, because it had only happened a handful of times in his six years with Marty. But he was pretty sure it was going to happen again tonight.
Aubrey was still lying on his side, breathing hard, when Nate got up and pulled the toiletry bag out of his suitcase.
For once in his life he was daring to be optimistic about sex, and he was damned if he wasn’t going to follow through on his original plan.
He retrieved the lube and condoms—items he’d carried with him on road trips since the divorce out of formless hope—before turning back around and basically thrusting them at Aubrey.
“Um—” Aubrey looked like he had something to say, possibly about the fact that… yeah, there was no way he was going to get a condom open with that much come on his hands.
No problem. Nate could do that part. “Fuck me,” he said, taking the condom himself. Aubrey was half-hard again. Nate had faith in him and, for once, in his own desirability.
Aubrey blinked, dazed but clearly not unwilling. “Now? Won’t it be too….”
“Normally, yeah.” Nate actually didn’t have a lot of data on his feelings about being fucked post-orgasm, but Aubrey knew enough about his sex life already. “But tonight I’m having a slutty no-strings hookup to get back at my ex-husband, or something. I want the full experience. For science.”
Meaning he wanted Aubrey’s cock, long and fat and as gorgeous as the rest of him, and he wanted it bad enough he hadn’t gone soft.
Aubrey didn’t argue, for once. Stop the presses. “Well, as your guide to the world of slutty hookups, it’s my solemn duty to provide.” He sank his teeth into Nate’s shoulder, right near his neck, just hard enough to make Nate shudder. “I’m gonna get a washcloth first, though. Don’t go anywhere.”
As if. But Nate did shift in the bed to watch him move. Aubrey had a tight, lithe, compact body, and he moved like he had every step choreographed. Right now those steps were designed for seduction, a swinging gait that made his ass bounce.
Maybe if Nate could talk him into another no-strings hookup, he could get to know it better.
Aubrey returned with clean hands and a stack of linens, which he dropped next to Nate before crawling up his body like an apex predator.
Nate watched him with lidded eyes, waiting.
But Aubrey paused halfway to his face and dropped his mouth to Nate’s hip, tonguing the skin as he coaxed Nate’s legs apart.
“What—” Nate started, but the stroke of the washcloth on his abs cut him off.