Chapter 16
Caleb couldn’t believe this was happening.
He was actually bringing Rhys to his apartment.
He was going to strip him down, lay him out across the bed, and enjoy him.
Even if this was a onetime thing, at least he would know what touching Rhys was like.
Maybe then he could stop thinking about the man all the time.
Once he’d worn Rhys out, he’d send him home, and they’d try the next drink tomorrow.
They could go back to a working relationship if that’s what Rhys wanted.
Maybe after giving in to what they wanted, they’d be able to keep their hands off each other.
They’d explore each other tonight, then tomorrow, they’d act like civilized people instead of staring at each other constantly, wondering, fantasizing.
Or they’d want each other even more. Either way, Caleb was going to enjoy the next few hours.
Caleb had left his apartment door unlocked, since it was only going to be him and Rhys in the store, and he was glad. He didn’t have the mental capacity to be fiddling with a key.
As soon as he closed the door behind them, Caleb took Rhys by the shoulders and turned him to face him. “Are you sure you’re good with this?”
Rhys nodded. “Yes, very much.”
“Thank God.” He cupped Rhys’s face in his hand and kissed him. He knew instantly that he hadn’t just been excited about things working out last night. Rhys really did feel damn good against him, and he seemed as hungry for Caleb’s mouth as he’d been the night before.
Caleb’s cock swelled as their tongues slid against each other. Once again, Rhys slid his hand up Caleb’s back, caressing him, then gripping him tightly as Caleb yanked Rhys to him so he could feel how much Caleb wanted him.
Rhys groaned into his mouth as he thrust against Caleb, lining himself up so their cocks slid against each other. Finally, Caleb forced himself to pull back. “Bedroom. Now.”
“Yes,” Rhys said. “Please.”
Caleb walked backward, pulling Rhys with him. He bumped into the wall, and they both laughed as he felt his way along it to the door of his bedroom. They stumbled inside, grabbing at each other, kissing, trying to get each other’s shirts off simultaneously.
Eventually, Caleb pushed Rhys away and gestured for him to take his shirt off. When he did, Caleb took a moment just to look at him. “Fucking beautiful.”
Rhys’s muscles were as well-defined as Caleb had imagined them. His arms were divine. He shouldn’t ever wear a shirt. Caleb almost laughed as he imagined Rhys working bare-chested behind the counter at Frost + Foam.
“Those too.” He gestured to Rhys’s pants. An adorable pink flush moved up Rhys’s chest and neck and into his face.
“I… um…”
“Come here,” Caleb ordered.
He used one hand on the back of the collar to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside as Rhys slowly approached him. That seemed to help Rhys feel comfortable again. He slid his hands into Caleb’s hair and pulled him down for another hungry kiss.
Caleb groaned at the feel of Rhys’s skin against his. He reached for the fastening of Rhys’s pants. “Okay?” he asked. Rhys nodded frantically.
Caleb slid his hand into Rhys’s fly and palmed his cock through his underwear.
Rhys gasped, and that was all Caleb needed to push down his boxer briefs and free his cock so Caleb could stroke it. Rhys’s head dropped back, and his eyes closed. “Feels so good.”
“Yes,” Caleb said, “it does. Are you ready to be all the way naked with me now?”
“Yes.” Rhys shoved his pants down as Caleb frantically worked at the button and zipper of his own. Once they were open, he peeled them off quickly and went to sit on the bed.
Rhys stood with his pants around his ankles as he stared wide-eyed at Caleb’s cock. Caleb wrapped a hand around himself and stroked slowly, watching as Rhys’s mouth dropped open.
Slowly, Rhys stepped out of his pants, walked to the bed, then dropped to his knees.
“Rhys?”
“Can I taste you?” Rhys asked.
“Oh my God, yes.”
Before Caleb could believe this was real, Rhys had his mouth around Caleb’s cock.
He sucked him deep, and Caleb gasped. “That’s so fucking hot.
” It was better than any of the fantasies he’d had about Rhys.
He leaned back on his hands, supporting himself as he widened his legs, giving Rhys more room to move.
Rhys gripped Caleb’s thighs as he swallowed him down deeper than Caleb had expected. His throat was so fucking tight around Caleb’s shaft, and Caleb was afraid he was going to come in seconds.
He couldn’t let things end that fast. When Rhys ran his tongue along the underside, then sucked him even deeper, Caleb pushed at his shoulders.
Rhys pulled back and looked up at Caleb. He looked amazing like that, eyes wet, lips shiny with spit. “Is everything okay? I…”
Caleb brushed his fingers over Rhys’s cheek. “You’re perfect, but I can’t last if you keep that up.”
He grinned. “Really?”
“Yes, really, and I want to fuck you.”
Rhys nodded. “Yes, I want that.”
“Good. Get on the bed.”
Rhys obeyed so fast it made Caleb’s dick jump.
Caleb stroked himself as he watched Rhys stretch himself out on the bed. He bent his knees up, opening himself for Caleb. He was so eager.
Caleb crawled across the bed until he was between Rhys’s open legs. “I’ve been thinking about this since the first time you ran from me.”
“You mean when I came in with Tessa?”
“Yes.”
Rhys shook his head. “No way.”
“Yes. Now, touch yourself. I want to watch.”
“I…”
“Do it for me,” Caleb said.
Rhys was already reaching for his cock. He stroked himself slowly, all the way from the base to the tip, brushing his thumb across his slit.
Caleb tried to keep his eyes on Rhys as he leaned over and grabbed lube and a condom from the nightstand.
“Hold out your hand,” he ordered, and Rhys did.
“Do you like that?” Rhys frowned, obviously confused. “Do you like being told what to do?”
“Fuck, Caleb, I just…”
Caleb didn’t need to push; he had his answer. He drizzled lube onto Rhys’s palm. “More.”
Rhys returned to stroking himself as Caleb slicked up his fingers, then pushed Rhys’s legs up, exposing him even more. He drew his fingers along Rhys’s crack to his hole and began to open him up. Rhys groaned as Caleb pushed inside him.
“Please.” Rhys tried to lift his hips to get more, so Caleb pushed deep enough to press against Rhys’s prostate. He cried out, making Caleb smile.
“Good?”
“Fuck, yes. I need… I need you to fuck me. I don’t want to wait.”
Caleb already wanted him desperately, but seeing him like this, willing to beg, was going to kill him. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. Please.”
His hand was moving faster on his cock, and Caleb was not going to let him come before he was deep inside him. “Turn over. And no more touching yourself.”
“You can’t just… I’m not…”
“I think you like it, and I do too. Once we leave this room, I won’t expect you to do what I say. How’s that?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now, turn over and get on your knees.”
How did Caleb know what he liked? It was as if he’d been inside Rhys’s fantasies. He wasn’t sure if that was incredible or scary, but when Caleb gripped his ass, pulling his cheeks apart, Rhys couldn’t worry about that anymore because Caleb’s thick cock was right there, pressing against his ass.
“Are you ready?” Caleb asked.
“Yes. Please.” He didn’t want to be begging Caleb, but he couldn’t help himself.
“Such a good boy.” Caleb’s words made him whimper, and he sucked in his breath as Caleb opened him up, pressing past his body’s barriers. He wanted to be good for Caleb.
“Breathe,” Caleb ordered. Rhys tried to remember how.
“It’s not easy with you… with all that…”
“You can handle it. You’re so good, so ready for this.”
Rhys couldn’t hold back a whimper.
“Let go and enjoy it. I’ll take care of you.”
He wanted to enjoy the moment. He wanted to take in every sensation Caleb was pulling from his body, even ones he found embarrassing. He wanted to be able to stop thinking altogether, but that was basically impossible for him.
“That’s better. Relax, let me have you.”
“Holy shit. How?”
“How do you relax?”
That was a good question, but not quite right. “How do you know what to say to drive me crazy?”
Caleb laughed. “It’s not that hard to read you.”
“Most people can’t.”
“Well, I can.” He used a hand on the back of Rhys’s neck to pin him down, forcing him against the mattress, as he pulled out and thrust in harder and deeper.
“More,” Rhys demanded.
“There’s plenty more, but we’re taking things slow.”
“No. I can’t.”
Caleb groaned. “I love how desperate you are.”
“I’m not…”
“Yes, you are.” Caleb gave him another slow, deliberate stroke, still holding him down.
Rhys would have panicked at being restrained by most people, but somehow, even though they didn’t know each other that well, he trusted Caleb. He’d never doubted that he could. “Stop teasing me.”
“Do you like it hard and rough?”
Rhys really didn’t want to answer that.
“Tell me.”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.”
Caleb drove into him, making him cry out. He didn’t slow down. He just kept slamming his hips against Rhys again and again.
Rhys wondered if Caleb was going to tear him apart literally and figuratively. He felt so damn full and so detached from reality. He clung to Caleb to make sure he stayed right there on Caleb’s bed, in the moment. He’d never felt like this. Never even come close.
Caleb gripped his hips, tilting them up so his cock rubbed against Rhys’s prostate. It was more sensation than Rhys thought he could survive. “Please.”
“Come for me,” Caleb demanded.
Rhys was already close, but Caleb’s words were enough to push him over the edge. He gasped as hot, nearly painful pleasure coursed through him. Seconds later, Caleb drove deep and shuddered as he came deep inside Rhys.
Caleb kissed him again, prolonging the moment of bliss. Then slowly, he pulled out of Rhys’s body and rolled over onto his back.
They both lay there, staring at the ceiling. As Rhys came down from the high of orgasm, questions began to flood his mind. What was he doing here when he knew better? Why did he feel so much for Caleb so quickly? Panic began to rise until his mind was screaming for him to go. “I want to run again.”
“Take some deep breaths. I’m right here. I won’t touch you if you’d rather I—”
“No.” Rhys grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “I… I need you to stay. I… I’m just scared.”
Caleb brushed Rhys’s hair off his forehead and gently kissed his cheek. “I won’t go anywhere. I’ll stay right here.”
A few moments later, Rhys’s panic had eased. He released Caleb’s hand and sat up. “I should probably go.”
Caleb studied him for a moment. “Are you sure? You can stay as long as you need to.”
Part of him wanted to stay forever, but that was insane. “Yes. I have to get up early, and you probably do too.”
Caleb nodded. “I do.”
“So, um… I guess I was wrong when I texted you this morning.”
Caleb smiled. “How do you feel about that now?”
“I don’t know. This is… impossible, but…”
“I still want you.” He cupped Rhys’s cheek and pulled him down for a kiss that started out gentle and turned filthy fast. When Caleb let him go, Rhys’s breath was ragged again. “Come back tomorrow night. We’ll work on our drinks and see what else happens.”
Rhys didn’t like leaving things open-ended. He’d never been a see-how-things-work-out person, but he couldn’t refuse Caleb, and he wasn’t ready to think about defining what they were doing, so he simply said, “Okay.”
He and Caleb dressed, and then Caleb walked him downstairs. They kissed once more at the back door, and then Rhys slipped away, hoping no one would see him as he drove home.