Chapter Fifteen
As soon as he and Rusty were behind closed doors, Blake pounced. He pushed Rusty back against the wall, leaning in for an eager, needy kiss as Rusty gasped for air, settling his hands on Blake’s hips.
“Isn’t everyone gonna hear?” Rusty asked, licking his kiss-swollen lips. Blake had no doubt that he wanted this, regardless of whether or not he thought it was a good idea.
“I don’t care,” Blake said softly. “You defended me, and that was the hottest thing anyone’s ever done. You deserve a reward.”
Before Rusty could object, he dropped to his knees in front of him, looking up for a sign that this was okay, that they could have ill-advised sex now and worry about regretting it later.
Rusty looked down at him, his eyes dark, lips parted. He was beautiful like this, and Blake had never wanted anyone more in his life.
No one ever stood up for him. Not like that.
To his dismay, Rusty shook his head, offering his hand to help Blake up. Blake’s heart sank as he took it, tears already stinging at his eyes.
Rejection coming right on the heels of feeling so loved and valued was kind of hard to deal with.
“I’m not saying no,” Rusty murmured, squeezing hand he was still holding. “I just wanna get you off, too.”
Blake swallowed. “Oh.”
He’d been too quick to judge. He wasn’t alone in feeling whatever there was between them. He’d known that last night, too, but Rusty hadn’t been ready to give in then.
He was ready now. Blake could see it written all over his face.
“You were kissing me,” Rusty said, his voice barely above a whisper and rough with arousal. “You could do that again.”
Blake didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned in again, this time pausing to breathe in Rusty’s familiar scent—the one he kept leaving on his pillows, the one that reminded Blake so much of home that it made his heart skip. It was dangerous territory, thinking that Rusty smelled like home, but he was already in it.
He knew he wasn’t coming away from this unscathed, so he might as well enjoy it while it lasted.
Rusty took the lead this time, pulling Blake in by the collar of his shirt, pausing with a quarter-inch between their lips before smiling and making contact, just the barest brush of his lips against Blake’s.
It was more than enough to start arousal burning deep in Blake’s gut.
Rusty hummed, brushing their noses together, keeping his kisses light. Blake wanted more, more contact, more of Rusty, but every time he leaned in, Rusty moved out of the way.
Blake wasn’t sure how much more teasing he could take, but he knew he wasn’t about to get a say. Rusty loved to tease him, in bed and out of it.
It never felt cruel, though. It was always meant to make Blake laugh, or make things feel better because he’d had to wait for them.
Rusty moved his hands from Blake’s waist to his hips, pulling him close, grinding against him. Blake could feel Rusty’s arousal through his jeans, the heat of his body seeping into Blake’s own, making his stomach tight as he pictured what he wanted to do next.
“I need your cock,” he murmured, his ears burning as he said it. He was getting better at asking for what he wanted, and what he wanted right now was Rusty. All of him.
Rusty smirked.
“I think that could be arranged,” he said, reaching out to flick the first button of Blake’s shirt open. He worked his way down them deftly, until the fabric started to fall off Blake’s shoulders, catching at his wrists.
He held one up for Rusty, giving him the opportunity to unbutton the cuffs as well.
Instead, Rusty took his hand and kissed his palm, the softest brush of lips and stubble over the sensitive skin there.
“On the bed, on your back,” Rusty said, giving Blake the gentlest shove toward it. “Strip off first.”
Blake nodded, his head spinning with arousal, blood rushing to his cock and away from his brain.
He managed to follow Rusty’s instructions, unbuttoning his cuffs and letting his shirt flutter to the floor before getting started on his jeans, breathing a sigh of relief as his cock was freed.
“Lube?” Rusty asked.
“In my overnight bag,” Blake nodded.
Rusty chuckled. “You’re an adorable boy scout,” he said, crouching down to rifle through Blake’s things.
There was nothing remotely embarrassing in there, except maybe that he’d brought lube with him in the first place. In his defense, he’d packed his bag before Rusty showed up.
He’d had the faintest hope that maybe he’d manage to pick someone up at the wedding, and he hadn’t wanted to be unprepared.
Blake kicked his pants and underwear off along with his shoes and climbed onto the bed, settling himself in the middle among the pillows.
He’d secretly wanted one last time with Rusty for a long, long time, and now he was getting it. It had to be perfect. It had to be closure.
“Self-warming?” Rusty asked as he came over to the bed, standing at the edge shirtless and with his jeans hanging open.
“You haven’t lived until you’ve tried it,” Blake said. This, he was shameless about. He’d learned from Rusty that there was no point in having mediocre sex. If it wasn’t good, it wasn’t worth the effort.
“Then I haven’t lived,” Rusty said, tossing it to him. “Open that for me.”
Blake picked at the plastic cover on the brand new travel-sized bottle, biting his lip as it proved harder to open than he’d expected. He turned to watch Rusty wriggle out of his fitted jeans and underwear, licking his lips as he watched his half-hard cock spring free.
This was going to be good.
Blake tossed the plastic wrapper aside and uncapped the lube, just in time for Rusty to hold his hand out for it.
“Allow me?” he asked.
Blake licked his lips. If Rusty wanted to take care of him like he had before, then he wasn’t about to complain.
He lifted his knees up, watching Rusty pour lube onto his fingers and spread it around, one eyebrow raised as it started to warm up.
“See?” Blake said.
“I’m starting to,” Rusty agreed, putting his clean hand on Blake’s knee to hold him in place. “Might have to try it myself.”
Blake chuckled at that, but he was cut off the next second by Rusty’s finger circling his hole. He bit down on his lip, waiting for him to push it inside.
“You don’t need to go slow,” Blake said. “This isn’t the first time I’ve had sex in three years.”
Rusty smirked again, twisting his wrist as he shoved his finger inside, making Blake’s eyes roll back in his head as he moaned, a sharp spike of pleasure hitting him in the gut.
It hadn’t been three years, but it had been a while.
“I can’t believe I didn’t ruin you for all other men,” Rusty said, twisting his wrist again.
“Maybe a little?” Blake allowed. He’d been disappointed a lot since Rusty. Few people had compared to him.
“Good,” Rusty said, a low, possessive growl punctuating the word as he shoved a second finger inside Blake. Blake screwed his eyes shut, stars bursting behind his eyelids at the stretch and burn, his chest heaving as it eased off, as his body started to relax.
He wanted this so badly that it wasn’t hard at all.
“I need more,” Blake gritted out between breaths, his lungs burning with every gasp for air. This was good, but it wasn’t enough. He needed Rusty inside him. Needed to feel his thick, hot cock stretching him open, filling him like he had before.
Blake hadn’t been nearly as satisfied since. He’d told himself it was just because his first time was special, but he’d always secretly thought otherwise.
He was about to find out.
Impatient, Blake lifted his legs up, hooking them over Rusty’s shoulder’s and locking his ankles behind Rusty’s neck.
Rusty stopped everything for a moment, staring down at Blake and looking at each leg in turn.
“Someone knows what he wants,” Rusty said, his voice low.
This time, it was Blake’s turn to smirk. “If you don’t think you can live up to the memory…” he teased.
Rusty laughed at that, taking the challenge for what it was. “I’ve got a few new tricks up my sleeve,” he said.
“Then hurry up and show me,” Blake said, tensing his thighs just enough to pull Rusty closer.
Rusty wet his lips, looking Blake up and down, and then pulled his fingers out. “You sure?”
“Positive,” Blake growled, already missing the pressure of Rusty’s fingers inside him. He wanted more, and he wanted it now.
“You’re so hot when you’re demanding,” Rusty said, shifting his position, bracing one of Blake’s thighs with his hand as he moved, finally pressing the head of his cock up against Blake.
Blake’s stomach bottomed out at the thought of what was about to happen.
He’d wanted this for years. He’d never quite gotten enough of Rusty, no matter how much he tried to pretend to himself that he was over it.
He cried out as Rusty pushed inside him, his hips arching away from the bed, thighs tensing up, toes curling as Rusty moved a hand to his ass, shoving it under him, squeezing hard.
Blake panted and gasped for air, the whole room spinning as he got exactly what he wanted. That didn’t happen often.
Rusty felt better this time. Blake wasn’t shocked by how big he felt, or nervous that it’d hurt, or scared that he’d be awful because it was his first time.
He groaned, deep and loud, the sound vibrating its way through his whole body and settling in his gut. This felt good. So much better than he remembered.
Rusty fit like he’d been sculpted just for Blake, and it was even more amazing now than it had been before.
Blake gasped as Rusty moved both hands under him, lifting him off the bed to slide in further, his balls brushing against the sensitive skin of Blake’s ass.
Rusty did have a few new tricks.
“You good?” Rusty asked. He was already panting, his pupils blown so wide that his eyes were almost black, only the thinnest ring of blue around them.
Blake couldn’t really remember ever feeling this wanted, except for the last time he’d been with Rusty.
He nodded, anticipation making his stomach tight.
Blake cried out as Rusty rocked his hips, pulling out and then slamming back in hard, making the bed shake with the force of it. His fingertips sank deep into the flesh of Blake’s ass, hard enough to leave bruises.
All he could do was grip the cheap polyester sheets beneath him and hang on for the ride, Rusty pounding into him hard and fast, filling him over and over, touching places he’d almost forgotten he had.
It felt so damned good. It didn’t matter that this wasn’t a fancy hotel room, or that they weren’t twenty-two anymore, or that they were both a little more experienced.
It was like last time all over again, every thrust taking Blake’s breath away, every inch of Rusty’s cock inside him as perfectly satisfying as ever.
He groaned again as Rusty moved his hands, letting Blake settle deep into the mattress as he leaned forward.
For a moment, all Blake could see was Rusty’s face, his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, his lips parted as he panted for every breath, his eyes wide and soft, looking over Blake’s features as though he was seeing him for the first time.
Rusty surged forward, sealing their lips together forcefully, one hand pressing Blake’s shoulder down into the mattress, the other gripping the headboard. Blake’s stomach flipped at the feeling, his head pounding with the rush of blood.
They hadn’t kissed much last time. They hadn’t been avoiding it, exactly, but… it had been more physical, less personal.
It was a lot more personal this time. There were a thousand things Blake wanted to say to Rusty, things he wasn’t brave enough to give voice to, and this was the best he could do.
He got the feeling Rusty was in the same position. As though he was pouring all the things he was afraid of into Blake’s mouth, thrusting his tongue inside to lick Blake’s palate, rocking his hips harder and faster to tell him something.
He wasn’t imagining it. There was something between them, something that they were both afraid of. He could feel it in the space between their bodies, in every touch, in the gentle circles Rusty was rubbing into his shoulder.
Something more than a short fling. Something bigger.
Blake was so thrilled they’d found each other again, and right now he didn’t care what the future held. He wanted to be with Rusty, right here and now, and everyone and everything else could go to hell.
“Feels good,” Blake murmured as Rusty broke off, panting for breath beside his ear. “You feel good.”
“So do you,” Rusty said, more a breath than a whisper, his voice broken.
Blake moved his legs, hooking his knees over Rusty’s shoulders, pulling him in close. Keeping him here, where he could hear Rusty’s heart beating, feel his breath against his neck, breathe in the cologne that he was quickly getting addicted to the scent of.
Every thrust was hitting him deep in the pit of his stomach, a tight ball of arousal growing there, threatening to burst at any moment. Blake didn’t want this to be over so soon, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off for long.
Before he could say anything, Rusty moved the hand on Blake’s shoulder to his cock, wrapping his fingers around it and squeezing firmly, pressing his thumb into the sensitive underside, catching the spot where the shaft met the head, spreading precome down the length.
Rusty had let him get himself off before. This was new, too, but it was good. Everything about this was better than last time.
“Close,” Blake gritted out, hoping the warning was enough for Rusty. He screwed his eyes shut, his head spinning as Rusty rocked him back and forth, the whole bed shaking under them, the sound of the mattress springs filling Blake’s ears, driving out all other thoughts.
“I got you,” Rusty murmured, his rhythm faltering as his hips jerked against Blake, hard, sharp thrusts that made the headboard bang against the wall, made Blake gasp and moan with every stroke of Rusty’s cock.
Blake bit down on his lip, feeling his balls tighten, the familiar tightness at the base of his spine that told him he was about to come.
Rusty groaned a deep, heartfelt groan, his hips jerking erratically, his cock slamming as far into Blake’s body as it could go. Blake’s back arched off the bed, Rusty’s orgasm setting him off, a wave of pleasure sweeping its way through his body, wringing him out as it went.
He could feel himself coming all over Rusty’s hand, all over both of their stomachs, tiny, needy sounds escaping him as he rocked his hips up against Rusty, looking for every little bit of friction he could get as the room spun around him and he came in what felt like endless spurts, his thighs tensing up to pull Rusty’s body closer to his own.
Blood rushed in his ears, the relentless pounding of his own heart almost painful in his chest, his lungs burning for air.
He winced as Rusty pulled out, so used to having him inside his body that his absence felt strange. He’d been there before.
Rusty just seemed to fit, in a way no one else ever quite had. Blake had almost convinced himself it was his imagination, but he knew better, now.
Sex with Rusty just felt good, in a way that sex with anyone else rarely did. And it had been spontaneous, and effortless, and still amazing.
They just got each other.
The whole mattress shook as Rusty collapsed beside Blake, spreading himself out in what little space there was. The bed wasn’t really big enough for two grown men to spread out on, even if Blake hadn’t been lying right in the middle of it.
He was too spent to scoot over, but he promised himself that he would once he regained control of his limbs.
Beside him, Rusty sighed a deep, satisfied sigh that set off a tiny spark of arousal. There was no way Blake could go again without a full night’s sleep, but it was a nice feeling all the same.
“Everyone definitely heard that,” Rusty drawled after a moment. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Blake said. “They’ll be convinced we’re married now.”
Rusty snorted. “We are married.”
“Yeah, well… they’ll be convinced that we’ve known that for more than a few days.”
“I really didn’t know,” Rusty said. “It was all to get into your pants.”
Blake laughed at that. Maybe he should have been mad, but he wasn’t.
He was too high on the feeling of having sex with Rusty again to be mad about anything right now.
“I figured. I was kind of a sure thing anyway, but it was a sweet gesture. You treated me right on your journey into my pants. That means something to me.”
“Yeah?” Rusty asked, turning onto his side to face Blake.
Blake finally mustered the energy to move over, giving Rusty a little more space on the bed.
“Yeah. Don’t laugh, but I kept the marriage certificate. Still have it somewhere,” he said.
“Not laughing,” Rusty said. “But why?”
Blake shrugged. “I guess… I guess because it reminded me that one time, someone had picked me. And that if it’d happened once, it could happen again.”
“Lucky it didn’t, really,” Rusty said. “I didn’t exactly sign that one with my full name.”
Blake laughed again. “If I’d wanted to get married, I would have been looking for some guy called Rusty, from Australia.”
“There’s probably only a few thousand,” Rusty said. “You would’ve found me eventually.”
“Yeah, well, you found me first.” Blake sighed, post-sex sleepiness starting to get the better of him.
“I’m sorry for disappearing on you in the first place,” Rusty said.
Blake yawned widely. “Consider absolutely everything forgiven. I’m easily swayed by great sex.”
“Great?” Rusty asked.
“It was pretty great,” Blake confirmed. “For me, anyway. I missed you,” he added.
Part of him regretted it immediately, but it was true. He’d missed Rusty, and he didn’t really want to pretend he hadn’t.
Blake closed his eyes, letting his head sink into the pillow and promising himself that he’d just take a nap, that he wouldn’t sleep all night without getting up to clean up.
He promised himself that a lot, and it never quite went the way he promised, but he was sure he’d manage it one day.
Rusty had fallen silent, and Blake assumed he was napping, too.
Right as the edges of his consciousness started to get fuzzy, though, Rusty spoke up again.
“I missed you, too,” he said.
Blake was too tired to respond to that, but his heart soared as he fell asleep.