Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Charles
The door to Hush Hush creaks as I open it, then pause and strain my ears. A noise. Fuck. Breathing, and the soft scuff of feet.
Sure, the one time my nerves took a back seat and I messaged him, our meetup is going to be foiled.
Gut sinking, I’m about to back out of the room when a familiar voice fills the darkness.
“That you?”
He’s here.
He’s here first.
I swallow back my sudden excitement as I duck inside and close the door. Even though I’m confident with where I’m going, it’s harder to find knowing Zeke is already there waiting.
“It’s me,” I whisper, and strong hands grasp my outstretched arms. He tugs me in so my body collides with his, and a soft oomph puffs from my lips.
His gravelly hum by my ear gives away that he’s smiling. “You messaged me.”
“You said—”
“I did. And I meant it.” He releases his hold to wrap his arms around me. Warm, big hands splay over my back, and I lean in to inhale the smell of chlorine. It centers me and gives my heart that extra incentive to keep beating. “You looked so stressed today.”
I’m rendered speechless by that. We never talk about real life here, not specifics, anyway. Nothing that can remind ourselves of the person we’re actually with. It’s why me saying his name should have ground this thing to an immediate halt.
But … we’re here.
Zeke pushes his thigh between my legs, and the contact wakes my cock up. His lips brush my ear as one of his big hands palms my ass, holding me tighter against him. I can’t place what’s changed, but something in the way he’s touching me feels different.
“I was,” I say, only just remembering to answer him. “This entire thing is … a lot.”
“I’ll say.” His voice is warm and soft, like it usually is when we’re here together. The slow, deep tone always sends tremors through me, and tonight is the same.
Instead of fighting them, I let it happen, grinding my cock into his leg as I run my hands over his chest. I’ve seen him shirtless so many times but never while I’ve been touching him. I’d retake my fucking LSATs to have that privilege. To trace his tattoos with my fingertips.
Zeke leans down to suck a spot under my ear, and I tilt my head right back so he has access. His mouth is right there on my skin, and all it would take is a short turn to the left for our mouths to connect. For us to be kissing. Could I do it this time? Have things changed that much?
Before I can do it, Zeke spins us and presses me into the wall. His body blankets mine, one hand lightly cupping my jaw while the other slowly runs from my chest to my hip. He lets out a heavy exhale, and I have no idea what he’s groping when I don’t have muscles like his.
“So tense … Relax …” he murmurs.
“Not exactly easy.”
“Isn’t that what I’m here to help with?”
I tug him closer. “You are good at it.”
“Exactly. Focus on that.”
I’m trying, but while Zeke wrings me out in amazing ways, being with him has me coiled so tight I could burst.
“Relax, Chuck.”
I gasp. Did he … did he really … “I hate that name,” I mutter, torn on whether I’m supposed to draw attention to it. But to my surprise, Zeke doesn’t pull away. His hot breaths hit my ear.
“What should I call you, then?” he teases. “Charles is too stuffy for someone as passionate as you.”
Passionate? What is happening? How am I supposed to answer him when Zeke is scrambling my goddamn brain? “I … I, umm …”
He moans, grabbing my thigh and wrapping it around his hip as he brings our cocks together. “I’ve got it … down here, you’re Charlie.”
“Ch-Charlie?”
“Mhmm.” He nips my earlobe. “You’re Chuck on the streets and my Charlie in the sheets.”
His Charlie? Dear god.
“And every time I call you Chuck, you’ll think of us like this, and you’ll break out in these same sexy-as-fuck shivers, and I’ll know you’re hard for me.”
He’ll what? I’m a smart guy, but I’m not following a solid thing.
I cup his face and gently push him back.
In the darkness, I can barely make out my fingers on his cheeks.
“I’m confused,” I confess. As much as I’d love to play it cool, nothing about this is going the way it normally does, and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to react here.
“What about?”
“Th-this … we’re … talking. And you used my name. And you—” I can’t say the words want me hard for you without dying of embarrassment.
“You said my name last time. And we talked about it yesterday. I can’t separate it now, and it’s totally your fault.”
“So … you’re, umm, picturing me? Right now?”
His chuckle is husky. “I’ll go you one better.” He shifts, and before I know what he’s doing, a light bursts between us.
I flinch at the sudden burn in my eyes, and when my vision clears, I blink up at him. His intense gray stare is trained on me, and he’s placed his phone on the shelf beside us, giving everything sharp shadows that make his face look thinner and harsher. It makes his eyes more intense.
My knees feel weak.
His lips hitch up on one side. “Hi.”
“Umm, hey.”
“This okay?”
I can’t do more than nod.
Zeke’s attention drops to my lips, and he swipes his thumb over them. My breath catches for a second as I wonder if he’s going to kiss me, but his focus drops again, and his fingers brush my buttons. “Better get this out of the way.”
“Uh-huh.”
I’m standing there like an idiot, staring at his face, while Zeke concentrates on getting my buttons open. Then he looks up, catches my eyes, and unleashes a smile that stops my heart. “Things are about to get messy.”
“They are?”
He winks. “If I get my way, they are.”
Zeke reaches for my fly.
“What are you—” I catch his hand. “Don’t you want my mouth?”
His free hand returns to my face, thumb swiping my lips again. “Your mouth is incredible. But not tonight.”
“Then what …”
“Turn that pretty brain off, and let me lead.”
I blink at him, thrown by that word and the affection it’s said with. “Since when do you think I’m pretty?” I can’t stop the question, even though I feel like an idiot for asking.
“How do you think we got here?” His gaze roams over my face. “You’re the prettiest dude I’ve ever seen.”
I release him and go pliant, knowing this is going to kill me. “Okay.”
Zeke returns to my fly, popping the button and sliding down the zipper, brushing the softest of touches against my straining cock. My jeans get pushed roughly down my thighs, and then Zeke reaches into my underwear and wraps his hand around me.
Ecstasy. It’s pure fucking ecstasy and takes all of my self-control to talk myself back from the edge. His hands are big and hot around me, not soft but not rough, just somewhere nicely in the middle.
Every nerve is overloaded as I scramble to reach for his shirt and push it upward.
Zeke hooks the material under his chin, and I watch my hands splay over all those delicious swimmer’s muscles, tattoos standing out starkly against his pale skin.
“Your body is insane,” I praise.
“You should see my cock.”
“Is that an invitation?”
“It’s a plea.” His voice strains on the word. “I need you to touch me.”
And like hell am I going to make the man beg me when I want this more than he does. I’m no stranger to his cock, but while I can picture that thing exactly from all the times I’ve been up close and friendly with it, my imagination is no competition for the real thing.
He’s wearing joggers, and I give silent thanks for the easy access before I shove them down.
Sweet gaybies, he’s going commando.
I hurry to grab him, and his hand finally moves. We touch each other slowly, carefully, stroking in time with the other. The angle must be frustrating Zeke, though, because he pushes my briefs down, then releases me.
“No, don’t stop.”
He chuckles and reaches for his pants to grab something from his pocket. I don’t stop stroking him the whole time. There’s no sexier feeling than his thick, hot length in my palm.
“Travel lube,” he says, holding up the packet for a split second before he tears it open.
He dribbles some over his cock head before doing the same to mine, then bats my hand away and steps closer.
“I’m doing the work this time.” He wraps his hand around us both, and it feels so good my head drops back against the wall.
The tight pressure from his hand, the smooth, slick feel of his cock against mine … I want to watch, but before I can look down, Zeke crowds in against me, and his lips find my neck.
“Your skin is goddamn delicious.”
“Is that sexy talk or cannibalism?”
He nips the place right under my ear. “Not knowing is half the fun, right?”
“No c-complaints from me.”
He chuckles. “Tell me, does your cum taste as good as you do?”
“I … I don’t know … I’ve never tasted it …”
He hums. “But you’ve tasted mine. You’ve drunk mine. Did it taste good?”
My cheeks are getting warm. “So good. Yours is the only … I’ve never … never tasted anyone else’s.”
His groan is long and deep, and his hips thrust into his hand. “That is so hot.”
“I-it is?”
“Have you ever wrapped that pretty mouth around another cock?” he growls.
This is completely new and unexplored territory between us, but I don’t think I hate it. I’ve gone down on women before and had my cock sucked, but that’s not what he’s asking. No other man has ever tempted me as much as he does.
I shake my head. “Never.”
Zeke curses, and then his hand speeds up around us. He’s working me over, sending lust burning through my system, and when his thrusts get fast and harder, I can’t hold back either. I fuck up into his fist, chasing my orgasm, wishing it could both last forever and hit me already.
The ache building deep in my gut is begging for release.
Zeke attacks my neck, biting and sucking and gasping words like sexy and so hot and fuck, fuck, fuck.
My fingers are biting into his toned ass cheeks, and I’m panting and gasping, and I don’t even know when I grabbed him, but I’m fucking his hand like my life depends on it.
“I’m gonna come on you,” he pants. “All over you.”
The words take my brain offline. My balls draw up, and before I can think to stop myself, I’m coming.
My dick pulses with each spurt, and Zeke hurries to hold his shirt up again before aiming my cock at his body.
Seeing my cum splash over his abs wrings out my orgasm until I’m oversensitive and weak.
I’ve barely stopped when Zeke shudders and follows me over the edge. His plump lips are separated, eyes locked on my stomach as he releases onto it.
He’s still breathing heavily as he lets us both go and drops his forehead to mine. His warm breath ghosts over my lips and I’m kicking myself that I missed the chance to kiss him. But now I’m not horny, regret is starting to kick in.
Zeke might have been the one to come up with the no names, no faces rule, but it protected me as well.
Because when Zeke yanks up his joggers and tucks me back away, I know this was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.
I’ve seen what Zeke looks like when he comes.
I’ve seen what his body looks like under my fingers.
I’ve seen his eyes filled with lust and directed my way.
“Thanks, Charlie.” He steps in and presses his lips to my hair.
Like always.
And like always, it both hurts and feels amazing all at once.
Then Zeke grabs his phone, tells me he’ll see me later, and taps off the light.
I watch the door open and close as he leaves.