Chapter Twenty-Four
Blake’s delighted laughter filled Rusty’s ears as they locked themselves in his bedroom, vibrating all the way down to his gut and settling there as warm arousal.
Blake was so much fun. Sweet, and eager, and not coy about sex, either.
He was basically perfect.
Rusty reached out to loosen Blake’s tie, pulling it away from his collar and tossing it aside. He’d left his jacket downstairs, and once Rusty flicked two of his shirt buttons open, he grinned. Blake looked great half dressed.
He reached out and ruffled Blake’s hair to complete the picture.
“What’re you doing?” Blake asked.
“You look good like this,” Rusty said softly.
“Yeah, well…” Blake began, reaching out to tug Rusty’s shirt tails out of the waistband of his pants, sliding his hand under the fabric once it was free and trailing his fingertips over the sensitive skin of Rusty’s stomach. “You look great like this, but you look a whole lot better naked.”
Rusty chuckled, leaning in and brushing his nose against Blake’s before catching his mouth. His tongue darted out to taste the crisp champagne still on Blake’s lips, his heart leaping when Blake opened up to him, sliding his tongue against Rusty’s, kissing him like this meant something.
He wasn’t normally big on kissing, but Blake was special.
“Your turn to top?” Rusty asked, the tips of his ears burning. He never asked for this, so rarely trusted anyone to do it for him, but Blake…
He trusted Blake. He would have trusted him with just about anything.
“It’s your reward,” Blake said, reaching out and unbuttoning Rusty’s shirt deftly. “You can have whatever you want.”
“I want that,” Rusty responded, his confidence growing. “Can’t let you have all the fun.”
“I think you’ve had plenty of fun,” Blake said. “But if that’s what you want, get on the bed.”
Rusty licked his lips, a rush of arousal flaring up in his gut.
“Yes sir,” he said, grinning at Blake as he backed off a half-step, fumbling with his belt buckle as Blake ducked over to the side of the bed, digging through the growing pile of clothes there for the bottle of lube.
He managed to get his belt undone on the third attempt, dropping his pants and underwear at once before shrugging his shirt off, cufflinks falling to the ground. He watched one of them roll under the bed, thought about trying to find it, and then decided he didn’t give a damn.
In a choice between Blake fucking his brains out and looking for a cufflink, Rusty was always going to pick Blake.
He climbed onto the bed, bracing himself on his hands and knees. He was already half-hard in anticipation, the thought of having Blake inside him making his skin tingle.
The mattress dipped as Blake climbed onto the bed behind him.
“This is a good look for you,” Blake said. “Have I ever mentioned you’ve got a great butt?”
“Don’t remember,” Rusty responded. “Happy to hear it as often as you wanna say it, though.”
Blake chuckled, resting a hand on the small of Rusty’s back, his thumb tracing tiny circles on the delicate skin.
Having Blake touch him was bliss. His hands were warm and confident, skimming over sensitive places and leaving Rusty gasping for breath, blood rushing to his cock as Blake ran his hands up and down his sides, down the outside of his thighs and then back up along the insides, making him want to spread them wider.
There was a possessive streak in the touch, the feeling of being claimed by Blake’s hands lingering in the back of Rusty’s mind.
He didn’t hate it at all.
All he’d ever wanted was for someone to care about him enough to claim him. To be willing to own up to knowing him, to loving him.
No one ever had.
Blake took his hands away, leaving Rusty suddenly cold. He missed the touch desperately, but the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open soothed him a little.
Patience would get him everything he wanted, even if it was hard to be patient.
“Have you ever tried self-warming lube before?” Blake asked.
“Nope,” Rusty shook his head.
Blake only chuckled in response. Rusty wasn’t sure what that meant, but he knew he’d find out soon.
He shifted his knees just a little further apart, desperate to be touched again. Part of him hated to be needy like this, but Blake was being so good, and so kind, and it really wasn’t bad to want something when you knew you were going to get it.
Blake trailed his fingers up the inside of Rusty’s thigh again, leaving him shivering in anticipation. He bit down on his lip, gasping at the first brush of Blake’s fingers over his hole, his hips rocking back automatically as Blake circled it, spreading lube around.
Rusty could feel it warming up on his skin, making him hyper-aware of where Blake’s fingers were, how close he was to having them inside him.
His mouth fell open, a cry catching in his throat as Blake shoved two fingers in at once, stars dancing in front of his eyes. It wasn’t too much, not really, but it was a lot. His stomach clenched, his cock twitching as he adjusted to the stretch.
He groaned as the lube started warming his insides as well, a bead of precome welling up at the head of his cock.
He could never go back to normal lube.
“Feels good, right?” Blake asked, laughter in his voice. “Sometimes I use it to masturbate with.”
“I’m sold,” Rusty said. “I’ve gotta buy shares in the company so that all the bottles I’m about to get are justifiable.”
Blake laughed. “I knew I’d convert you.”
Rusty grunted in agreement, rocking his hips back against Blake’s fingers. It wasn’t enough, not by a long way, and he wanted to get to the main event.
He hadn’t done this in a long time, but Blake made it feel so good.
Rusty closed his eyes, letting his head fall and hang between his arms. Blake’s fingers felt good, but he needed more. More of this, more of Blake, more pressure and fullness.
“Come on,” Rusty demanded under his breath. “I’m not gonna break.”
“I could probably break you,” Blake said casually. “Now that I know your weakness.”
Rusty’s head spun at the thought. Blake did know his weakness. He knew exactly how to touch him, exactly what he secretly liked but almost never asked for.
That was a lot of power to hand him, but for once, it wasn’t scary. He was fine with Blake knowing his secrets.
That was scary. It would have been so easy to just sink into being with Blake, and that was terrifying.
Especially because he couldn’t think of anything he wanted more right now.
“Please,” he begged, trying to shove that thought aside. Now wasn’t the ideal time to have a crisis.
Blake chuckled, pausing another moment before pulling his fingers out.
“Only because you’re so hot like this,” he said, moving a hand to Rusty’s hip.
Rusty took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he felt Blake shift behind him. He bit his lip as he felt the thick, hot head of Blake’s cock pressing against him, teasingly close.
Blake hadn’t looked all that big, but he sure as hell felt it, and he wasn’t even inside yet. Rusty’s stomach clenched at the thought of being filled, pushed to his limits, fucked like he so rarely allowed himself to be.
He felt a bead of precome trickle down his cock at the thought, dripping off him and onto the bedsheets underneath him.
It was just as well Blake’s parents seemed to own a near-limitless supply of fresh ones.
“Everything about you is such a turn-on,” Blake said, curling his fingers around Rusty’s hip, digging them in.
Rusty took another deep breath, steeling himself for what he knew was about to happen. He wanted this so much he couldn’t think of anything else, just the weight of Blake’s cock against him, and how good it was going to feel inside him, and how desperately he needed it.
His breath caught in his throat as Blake pushed forward, just enough for the head of his cock to slip inside Rusty’s body. It felt huge inside him, more than satisfying, and he hadn’t even gotten to the rest of the shaft yet.
It’d been so long since he’d been with anyone like this that his head spun as nerve endings that had been neglected for eons lit up, pleasure pulsing in Rusty’s gut as Blake rocked his hips back and forth, sliding another quarter-inch of his cock inside with every forward movement.
Rusty groaned under him, helpless to do anything but take it in this position.
He’d chosen the position. He’d wanted this. He wanted Blake in charge, he wanted someone to take care of him, and Blake hadn’t objected for a moment.
Being taken care of like this felt so good. Knowing Blake cared enough about him to do this for him, to be gentle, to tease, to make it good for Rusty…
He’d never felt anything like it before. Blake always made him feel so wanted, so valued. Like he saw Rusty for who he was under the leather jacket he used to shield himself from the world.
Blake got under his skin, got inside him—literally and figuratively—in a way no one else ever had.
“You okay?” Blake asked after a moment. “Kinda quiet there.”
“Feels good,” Rusty gritted out. “Concentrating on not coming.”
That was half-true. It did feel good, and Rusty was tired, and he really, really wanted to come, but he also wanted this to last. It was a fine line to walk.
Blake chuckled. “I’ll take that as a challenge,” he said, running the heel of his hand up Rusty’s spine, hard enough that it made Rusty want to jerk back against him, buck his hips and ride his cock despite having picked exactly the wrong position for it.
Blake splayed his hand on the back of Rusty’s neck, his thumb massaging the tight muscles at the base, soothing the tension out of it.
Every single touch felt so damned good.
“Not much of a challenge,” Rusty managed to say.
“Yeah?” Blake asked, tightening his grip on the back of Rusty’s neck as he moved his hips, sliding his cock out slowly, pausing when just the head was still inside Rusty’s body.
Rusty knew what was coming a moment before it did, screwing his eyes shut as Blake slammed into him, knocking the breath out of his lungs.
He didn’t have a chance to recover before Blake did it again, and then again, leaving him gasping for breath, his head spinning, his balls aching.
Every thrust of Blake’s hips sent hot waves of pleasure shooting up his spine, coiling in his stomach, his cock almost painfully hard and smearing precome over his belly as the movement made it bounce against him.
He probably looked ridiculous, but he didn’t care. Blake felt amazing, hot and thick and hard, exactly what Rusty had been hoping for, scraping every nerve ending inside Rusty’s body as he fucked him, the springs of the mattress creaking loudly in Rusty’s ears.
Rusty fisted the sheets underneath him, hanging on tight as the room spun around him, lungs burning as he gasped for breath.
Just as it was about to become too much for him, Blake slowed down. Rusty groaned in frustration. He’d been so close to coming, and now Blake was stopping?
“Oi,” he complained. “Harder.”
Blake hummed, squeezing the back of his neck again.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, a smirk audible in his voice. “You thought I was going to make you come? The challenge was in stopping you.”
Rusty blinked at the bed beneath him, blood rushing in his ears as he processed that.
Blake was planning on torturing him.
That was…
Hot.
Really, really hot.
He’d picked this position. He’d given Blake all the power. And now Blake was using it more effectively than Rusty had ever dreamed he might.
Why didn’t he ask for this before? He could have had three days of being thoroughly, endlessly fucked by the most gorgeous man he’d ever met.
“Dammit,” Rusty murmured under his breath.
Blake chuckled, moving again, sliding in slowly this time before rocking his hips. The thrust was shallow, but his cock was so deep inside Rusty that he was sure if he’d pressed his hand against his belly, he would have been able to feel it inside him.
“You love this,” Blake murmured. “I can feel how good this is for you.”
Rusty couldn’t argue with that. This was good for him.
He didn’t have time to respond before he felt Blake’s hand move, tickling the sensitive skin of his stomach as it skimmed over it, tracing down from his bellybutton, wrapping his fingers around Rusty’s cock.
Rusty moaned, torn between rocking his hips into Blake’s hand or back onto his cock.
He wanted to come, the pressure of an orgasm building in the pit of his stomach, but he didn’t want this to be over.
Not that he had much choice. His muscles were already tensing up, thighs aching, stomach clenched, the familiar pre-orgasm heat and tightness making him sweat.
He was so full, and Blake’s fingers felt so good around him, and his head was pounding. He couldn’t hold out much longer.
Blake was speeding up again, his hips jerking out of rhythm, his breathing harsh. Rusty could hear him, feel him faltering, tell that he was close, too.
“You wanna come?” Blake asked, twisting his wrist as he jerked Rusty’s cock, tightening his grip.
Rusty nodded, too close to say anything intelligent. Blake apparently took the hint, speeding up his strokes, moving his hand to Rusty’s shoulder to hold him in place as he thrust into him, hard and fast, leaving Rusty’s body shaking with every movement.
Blake was stronger than he looked.
Rusty took a deep breath and then closed his eyes again, biting down on his lip as he let go, let the searing pleasure of Blake’s touch roll over him, bring him right to the edge, and then push him over.
He gasped, softer than he expected, as his orgasm hit, jerking his hips as he started to come, feeling himself spill over Blake’s hand, over his own stomach.
The rush hit him in the back of the neck, right where Blake’s hand had been before, whiting out his vision for a moment. He hiccupped and gasped for breath, his chest tight, his balls aching as wave after wave of pleasure hit him, leaving him groaning and bucking to wring every last second out of it, his heart hammering, ears pounding, cock twitching and hurtling toward getting oversensitive.
He rocked back and forth as it petered out, aware of Blake slowing to a stop inside him, taking his hand away, his grip on Rusty’s shoulder slipping away.
He must have come while Rusty was busy being deafened by the rush of blood in his ears.
It still felt good to make him come. One of the first things Rusty had fantasized about when he met Blake was watching him come, watching an orgasm wash over him moment by moment.
He still wanted that, though he didn’t need to watch so much anymore. He remembered what it looked like. Remembered how rewarding it was to get Blake off.
That hadn’t changed. Rusty’s heart swelled in his chest, joy at having gotten Blake off making his chest feel too small for it.
That was better sex than he’d had in a long time.
Blake pulled out carefully, hissing as he did so, then groaning and collapsing on the bed beside Rusty, making the mattress bounce.
Rusty eased himself down, his arms and thighs already on the verge of giving out under him.
“I owe everyone you’ve ever slept with a thank you note,” Rusty said.
Blake chuckled. “I’ve got a few new tricks, too. I’m not an innocent virgin anymore.”
“You were never innocent,” Rusty said. Blake had been shyer last time, but he’d been happy to ask for what he wanted. The sex had been great back then.
It was just on a completely different level now. Physically better, but more intimate, too. Rusty didn’t feel like he’d just gotten off with a random stranger.
He felt more connected to Blake than he ever had. More than he’d ever felt connected to anyone.
“True,” Blake said. “I mean, I’d accumulated a collection of sex toys by then, but you were still my first human being. That means something to me.”
“Means something to me, too,” Rusty said, rolling onto his side to look at Blake. He smiled when he saw him, hair plastered to his forehead, chest still heaving with every breath.
Knowing he’d done that was almost as satisfying as getting off.
He didn’t want to lose this.
For the first time, that thought formed fully and unquestionably in his head.
It wasn’t fair that he didn’t get to keep Blake. Maybe he wouldn’t have been ready to propose yet if they weren’t already married, but…
He hadn’t really wanted to leave last time, and he definitely didn’t want to leave now.
He owed it to Blake to set him free, though. Rusty couldn’t imagine a worse fate than being tied to him permanently. Blake deserved so much better.
“They’re definitely gonna miss us downstairs,” Blake said after a moment. “They must have heard some of that.”
Rusty chuckled. He was absolutely fine with everyone knowing that he’d gone to bed with the prettiest boy in the room.
“It’s a wedding,” Rusty said. “The whole point is to fuck after.”
Blake laughed, stretching his arms above his head. “I can’t argue with that, but I think there’s meant to be more to it.”
Rusty licked his lips.
He’d promised to love Blake forever. It hadn’t hit him until now that their wedding had been real, that all those things he said had been legally binding.
Of course, no law could force him to love Blake.
He was doing that all by himself.
He loved Blake.
And now he was about to lose him.
The thought made a lump well up in his throat, but he swallowed past it. This had been a nice moment, and he didn’t want to ruin it by opening himself up to a gentle letdown if he told Blake that.
“Should probably see the bride and groom off,” Rusty said.
“Probably,” Blake agreed. “I’ll get up in a minute.”
Pushing the thought that Blake would never feel the same way he did aside, Rusty snorted. “Yeah, yeah. Heard that before.”
“One day it’ll be true,” Blake said.
Rusty wished he could stick around long enough to see that.