Chapter Ten

Droplets of water fell from Rob’s hair onto his neck. He and Brian climbed back up into Bloomfield, and by the time they reached Rob’s house, they were hot, sweaty, and tired.

The whole ride had been glorious. The conversations and watching Brian’s lovely form. Those powerful legs and broad back. He wanted a taste of Brian so badly he was half hard most of the ride home.

They reached his house and dismounted. Brian followed him onto the porch. “Leave the bike out here, or . . .”

“Best to bring it inside. Never had that much problem in this neighborhood, but out of sight, out of temptation.”

A nod. “My folks insisted we put things away for the same reason.”

He had Brian lean his bike against the wall by the front door, next to his. Later, he’d put his back in the garage.

A glance at his watch told him the time. “We have more than two hours until we need to leave for the pub.”

A cocky-ass smile. “Oh good.” Brian stalked forward, his bulge quite clear in his shorts.

Oh, he’d caught a live one when he’d picked up Brian. He’d known that, but nothing cemented it more than the way Brian pulled Rob forward—no holds barred—and took his mouth. Rob fought with Brian for dominance, lips and teeth nipping, tongues tangling, but lost when Brian’s very clever fingers stroked Rob’s very hard cock through his bike shorts. Even with the extra padding, it was torture.

Damn, the man could kiss when he wanted to. Wholly, passionately, in ways that melted Rob’s bones and tightened his balls. Took his breath and made him pray that this time a relationship would work.

Brian was so much more than someone to fuck—everything about this day had proven that. At the moment, though, he didn’t mind Brian’s hands on him. At all.

Rob broke the kiss, but that didn’t stop Brian. He shifted his mouth to Rob’s neck and grabbed Rob’s arse, pulling them together. Cock against cock, with only fabric separating them.

“Can’t get enough of you,” Brian murmured against his skin.

“Same.” Rob tangled his hands into Brian’s hair.

He wanted sweet moments. The laughter and the enjoyment of sharing each other’s days. But these? The hot and heavy ones? He craved those right now. “We should move this into another room.”

Brian opened space between them. “I’d say show me the way, but I know the layout of this house, unless you moved the master bedroom.”

Rob chuckled. “No. I did steal that tiny room next to the master bath, though.” He slid his hands to Brian’s shoulders and stole a quick kiss. “Come up and I’ll show you what I’ve done.”

Brian’s fiery desire was there, especially in the way he slid his hand over Rob’s arse again—someone had a fixation—but he nodded. “Expand the bathroom?”

“Mmm-hmm. Added a closet, as well.” Room for his suits, plus a few playthings and his porn collection—that needed to be kept from prying eyes when he hosted the required dinner parties. He grabbed Brian’s wandering hand and pulled him toward the stairs.

When they reached the top, Brian stared at the hardwood floor. “Did you put down wood? This was carpet.”

“No. All of this was under that hideous olive thing.” He’d also had the gold and green wallpaper stripped from the hall and had it repainted a tasteful, if slightly on-the-nose lavender.

Brian’s ardor had abated. He walked like a cat into the master bedroom, all tiptoes and careful movements. “Well, shit. You’ve done a lot.”

Rob wrapped his arms around Brian and kissed the nape of his neck. “Mostly I paid people. But yes. I pretty much redid the whole house.” Especially the bedroom. There’d been carpet here, too. Tan shag that should have been ripped out in the ’80s. The previous owner may have been lovely, but she hadn’t had very good taste. There’d been wallpaper. Golden flowers. And she’d painted over the dark wood moldings.

A travesty. He’d paid quite a bit to have that undone.

“It’s like a whole new house.” Brian headed for the bath.

“Or a proper old one.” He kept a hand on Brian’s back as they moved, letting it slide down to brush against Brian’s arse. After all, that was only fair.

As if he’d sensed Rob’s thought, Brian spun and kissed him. Rob’s back hit the wall and Brian’s mouth was on his again.

God, that body. The tight biking gear seemed to accentuate Brian’s powerful arms and shoulders and his trim frame. Rob slid his hands down Brian’s back.

The bulge that contained his thick cock ground against Rob’s dick. “Maybe the bathroom can wait.” Brian scraped teeth over Rob’s jaw.

“Slate shower built for two.” He tilted his head to give Brian more access to his neck while curling his fingers tight into Brian’s locks.

“So what you’re saying . . .” Brian found the edge of Rob’s shirt and yanked it up.” . . . is we should get naked and wet?”

Over his head went his shirt and landed somewhere near the bed. “Get clean, then dirty.”

Brian lips hovered near his. “I like how you think.” His mouth closed on Rob’s as Brian slid his hands up Rob’s chest and teased his nipples.

Legs turned to jelly, but it didn’t matter since he was pressed against the wall by Brian’s unrelentingly hard body. He moaned into Brian’s mouth.

Everything was bright and sharp. The contrast between the dark wood and light walls, the tang of Brian’s flesh, the blond of his hair framing his brown eyes. The room smelled of their sweat. “This isn’t the bathroom,” he whispered between kisses.

“You’re not naked yet.” Brian stepped back, his fingers tucking into Rob’s waistband.

“Neither are you.”

Brian didn’t answer. He yanked Rob forward and into his arms. Next thing he knew, he was being carried into the bathroom. Quite a feat, given he had a few inches on Brian.

It took his breath away. Little sparks went off at the back of his head and an ache in his heart had taken up residency. He tried to etch their laughter, their smiles, and kisses into his memory as Brian spun him around and around.

These were moments he wanted always. Better than photographs, more powerful than anything.

Brian set him down on the tile floor of the bathroom. “This is nice.”

He’d kept the old claw-foot tub to soak in, but it wasn’t practical for everyday use. The shower, however, was—and more. Large and slate, it had a rainfall showerhead and side jets.

While Brian eyed it appreciatively, Rob moved behind him and grasped the bottom of Brian’s shirt and returned the favor. That piece of clothing landed somewhere outside the bathroom. He had Brian’s biking shorts down to his knees a moment later.

Lovely, hard cock. He reached around and stroked Brian’s shaft.

Brian caught himself on the glass wall of the shower. “Unfair.”

“Completely fair.” He kissed Brian’s back and stared into his faint reflection in the glass. Someday, he’d fuck Brian like this, hands planted against the shower wall, legs spread wide. Not today, though. “If you take off the rest of your clothes, maybe we can get in and have fun.”

Brian’s hips rocked in time to Rob’s strokes. “Having fun right here.” He looked over his shoulder. “Lose the shorts and we’ll talk.”

Cocky bastard. Rob slipped a finger between those round, tight cheeks, and let it brush Brian’s hole—then stepped back to pull off the rest of his clothes.

Brian’s whole body shook and he turned, eyes a bit wider.

That’s right, Bri. This is a bit different, isn’t it? Rob stroked himself. “Not into arse play?”

Brian’s gaze focused on Rob’s cock. He licked his lips. “I’ve never—bottomed. If that’s what you’re asking.”

Not unexpected. “But you’ve topped?”

“Well—I’ve been dating women, after all.”

“Some straight guys like to be pegged. Or fingered, I’m told.” He shrugged “I’m not expecting you to bottom. I told you—whatever you’re comfortable with. I was just curious.”

Brian relaxed, though Rob knew that look—the curiosity—the interest. Brian’s gaze flicked up to meet Rob’s. “Right now, what I want is you in that shower of yours.”

Rob closed the distance between them, and pulled Brian into a kiss. He teased those lips open and bit the lower one—gently. Little gasps so close to moans from Brian. He let the lip slip from his teeth. “What I want is your cock in my hand inside my lovely shower. But someone’s still not completely undressed.” Rob teased Brian’s dick and balls long enough for Brian to bite his own lip—then let him go.

He walked into the shower and turned on the water.

There was the sound of shoes hitting tile. Rob turned after setting the water temperature and got a very nice view of Brian’s arse.

A moment later, Brian joined him in the shower. “We ought to make some attempt at getting clean.” He walked under the showerhead and water sluiced over his shoulders and down his back. “Biking is sweaty work.”

It had been, even though the trails had been flat for the most part. Still, miles of riding.

Rob grabbed the body wash and poured some onto his palm. “There’s fun to be had in getting clean.” He beckoned Brian out of the stream and ran his hands over Brian’s shoulders and down his abs. Suds and rock-hard quivering flesh. Brian’s breath hitched as Rob worked lower. Down his legs, up over his arse and back. He ended by washing Brian’s balls and dick. Good excuse to fondle and stroke until Brian yanked him into a kiss that burned Rob to his toes.

“My turn.” His voice was as rough as his kiss.

True to Brian’s words, he grabbed the body wash and worked over Rob’s body, though he started at the back and massaged Rob’s arse long enough to turn Rob’s legs to jelly. God, he loved being touched there. Didn’t mind being fucked, either.

Brian might not be into anal, but he certainly knew his way around that part of the body. Rob moaned into every stroke, grope, and even the slick finger Brian ran over his hole. If Rob had to guess, Brian was a bona fide ass-man. Did that hold true for Brian’s taste in women as well?

After pressing a kiss to Rob’s rinsed globes, Brian worked down each leg, then back up, paying close attention to Rob’s upper thighs. When Brian brushed his taint, lightning shot through his veins and he groaned.

“I see what you mean about this being fun.” All laughter there.

“Cocky sonofabitch,” Rob muttered.

Brian rose. “Am I?” He pooled more wash into his hands, and slid them over Rob’s shoulders.

“Yeah.” Rob fought with the desire to pull Brian forward, washing be damned—but then Brian closed his finger around Rob’s nipples and he lost the ability to think for the lights sparking in his vision and the heat rushing through his nerves.

Rob’s whimper wasn’t absorbed by the sound of the water. Neither was Brian’s deep chuckle. Hands slid over Rob’s abs then wrapped around his dick. Slow strokes. Brian rolled his balls and Rob gasped and thrust into Brian’s hand.

“Think we’re clean enough?” Words whispered into Rob’s ear.

“Fuck, yes.” He grabbed Brian’s neck and arms and pulled him into a deep kiss. The water ran cooler now, but he didn’t care—he was on fire for Brian.

Steamy, sexy Brian. He chuckled.

“What?”

“Hot and full of steam.”

Brian rolled his eyes. “I still think I’m more interesting than a watered-down espresso.”

“Ah, but the finest of coffees have all those”—he licked Brian’s clavicle—“notes. Blueberry and florals and all that.” He took another nibble. “And you taste so damn good.”

Brian kissed Rob’s shoulder. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

Indeed. It had gotten him one hell of a blond in his arms.

Everything was wet and slick and wonderful. Rob chased water down Brian’s neck and rolled those delightfully sensitive nipples between his fingers.

Brian’s fingers scraped up Rob’s back, leaving lines of fire and delight. His teeth brushed Rob’s neck. “Fuck Rob, I really want to—” He pressed his forehead into Rob’s shoulder and moaned.

Not one of pleasure, though. Frustration. They were both so hard.

He relented on the nipples and tipped Brian’s head up so he could see his face. “Really want to what?”

Brian’s expression was full-on nervous. More so than Rob had seen before.

Brian licked the water from his lips. “I want to fuck you. I mean—”

Ah. “So?”

“How do you even ask that?” Brian trembled ever so slightly. “Is it too presumptuous? I mean, I guess guys have to have a way to . . . ask. But . . . I know not every guy bottoms or even wants to and how do you . . .”

He was rambling and it was fucking adorable. Rob pressed a finger against his lips. “So, Mr. I-Top-Women, ever do anal with any of your girlfriends?”

Brian nodded, his eyes wide.

Bingo. Definitely a thing for asses, then. Rob skimmed his thumb along those lips and let his hand drop. “How did you ask them?”

The tension leaked out of Brian and he laughed. Water cascaded down his arms and torso. “Well, I ask if they’d ever done it, and if they liked it.”

“And if they hadn’t?”

“Ask her if she wanted to try.”

“So.” He took Brian’s head in his hands and kissed him, deepening it until Brian opened to him and wrapped his hands around Rob. They thrust against each other, dicks sliding together. When Rob broke the kiss, he stroked Brian’s cheek. “Yes, I’ve bottomed. And yes, I like it.” Not as much as he enjoyed topping, but he’d take whatever Brian offered.

Brian swallowed. “I—uh—didn’t bring anything.”

He patted that lovely blushing cheek. “I’m a gay man, Bri. I have all the condoms and lube we need.”

A shiver ran through that lovely body and Brian pulled Rob closer, massaging his arse. Rob’s turn to shudder. He nipped at Brian’s shoulder and Brian spoke hot in his ear. “Why the hell are we still in the bathroom?”

Good question. He reached around and turned off the water, but it was Brian who pulled him from the shower. They didn’t even bother with towels—too busy running hands over flesh and mouths over lips. Brian’s warm hand closed on Rob’s cock and stroked him slowly and evenly until Rob couldn’t breathe without moaning.

“I want to be inside you.” Brian spoke against his neck.

Rob scraped his nails across Brian’s thighs, and thrust into his hand. “Bedroom’s behind you.”

Brian found his mouth, and Rob’s legs—his whole body—trembled. This was new, this needy, demanding side of Brian. The one who plunged his tongue into Rob and stroked and fondled him until he could barely stand. He spoke between Brian’s ferocious kisses. “Need—to be—on the bed. Now.”

Brian rumbled something that might have been a laugh, but was far too primal. He pulled Rob toward the door, then turned him to face the bedroom. “Then you better get on it.” He punctuated the command with a slap to Rob’s backside that made him flinch, gasp, and move forward, his balls tight and cock aching.

Fucking hell. This was going to be fun.

***

Blood pulsed in Brian’s ears and he stroked his cock as he watched Rob swagger out of the bathroom, one cheek of that perfect freckled ass reddening from the smack Brian had given him.

God, he’d never wanted someone this badly. Wanted to bury himself in Rob, be one with him. He followed Rob, heart and head spinning. The man was a wicked drug. Couldn’t get enough.

Rob opened his nightstand and pulled out a bottle and a box—condoms and lube—and tossed them on the bed. He turned, his smile delicious. “How do you want me?”

Every way he could possibly have him. “On your hands and knees.” That had been the easiest way to start with his girlfriends, and there was a zing through his veins at the thought of Rob moaning face-first into the mattress.

Rob climbed onto the bed with ease, but then he’d done this before—Brian hadn’t. Well he had, but . . . “Fuck.” He snatched up the bottle and the box and joined Rob on the bed.

“For someone so desperate, you think too much,” Rob said. He shimmied his hips.

God, the man was beautiful. Long limbs, powerful thighs, that amazing ass. Brian slapped the other cheek and Rob jerked forward. “Like that?” He smoothed his hand over flesh, soaking up the heat from Rob’s skin.

Rob exhaled, his voice laced with need. “Would prefer a different kind of slapping, if you don’t mind.”

“Is this where I get to call you a cheeky bastard?” He sat up and drew his hands down the length of Rob’s back. He pressed his cock against Rob’s crack, delighting in the shiver that ran through Rob.

“Fucking colonials. All talk, no action.”

He grasped Rob’s hips and pulled him tighter. “Remember who won the war.”

A grunt. “And you’ve been kissing our arses ever since. You should try it.”

That would be something, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to eat ass. “Maybe someday.” He drew back and parted Rob’s cheeks and there was his hole. Same. Different. He stroked Rob’s taint to his balls.

Rob pitched forward and went down on one arm. “Damn it, Bri!”

Now that was better. Rob panting and squirming. His. He fondled Rob’s sac for a bit before putting a condom on and grabbing the lube. He slicked his fingers and circled them all around the outside of Rob’s entrance.

Rob muttered curses against his arm, his body trembling with every stroke. “Fucking tease.”

“Yep.” Girlfriends had told him that, too. He loved seeing them on edge. Wanted Rob there, begging and cursing. “Should have warned you.”

Another laugh. “Oh, I knew that the day we met.”

“Did you?” Brian breached Rob with his finger. Hot, tight heat. Feeling Rob clench around his digit only tightened his balls and hardened his cock.

“Uh—” A moan. “Yeah. Did.”

He pushed in deeper. “You going to be able to take me?” He pulled out and pressed his finger in again.

Rob pushed back on his hands and laughed. “Just you wait.” Brian heard the smile around those words.

“Don’t think I can.” He slid his finger out and lubed up his dick.

Rob’s hip was warm and tense beneath his hand as he lined up and pressed forward. Rob opened to him and he slid into his tight heat. They both moaned—deep and long. That sight, his cock half buried in Rob, lit every nerve in Brian’s body. He dug his fingers into Rob’s hips, pulled back, and rocked forward, harder this time.

Rob went down on his other arm. “Fuck—”

He couldn’t tell if that was pain or pleasure in Rob’s voice. He backed out a bit. “Am I—? Are you—?”

Rob thrust back, taking Brian’s dick nearly to the balls. He could barely breathe for the pleasure that raced through him.

He must have moaned or gasped or something, given Rob’s devilish chuckle.

Oh, was that how it was going to be? Brian braced himself, gripped Rob’s slim body, pulled out, and slammed back into him hard. Then a second time.

Rob’s fingers curled into the sheets. “God, yes!”

Good. So fucking good. He pounded into Rob, watching his cock vanish into that stretched hole, feeling every gasp and moan and wiggle Rob made.

He should have done this ages ago. Only if he had, he might not be here with Rob—and there wasn’t anyone else he wanted, not by a long shot. No woman, no man.

Just the cursing British ginger taking every inch of his cock. His balls ached, but he fought against the need to spill. He wanted this to last.

Rob matched him move for move, moan for moan, his skin flushed red and covered with the sheen of sweat. Brian pulled Rob’s hips to his and stopped moving. Only their combined shudders rocked them.

“Don’t,” Rob said, his voice hoarse and thick, “don’t you dare stop.”

Brian shifted and pressed in as deeply as he could, driving Rob’s shoulders into the mattress. “I want you to feel all of me.”

“Fuck, Bri—” It was almost a whimper. He squirmed. “Please, I need—you.”

“Good.” Brian reached around and found Rob’s cock. He stroked it until it was rock-hard and Rob was babbling something unintelligible. Then he moved again, fucking Rob with long, slow strokes. But it was almost impossible to jack Rob off at the same time.

How did guys do that?

He gripped Rob again and thrust in deep. The sight of Rob’s red hair and freckled back writhing in pleasure, the trace of his spine, the cleft leading to where Brian’s cock slid deep inside Rob. It was almost too much to take in.

He wanted to taste Rob’s sweat, kiss that sweet expanse of his back. He drove forward and pressed his lips against Rob’s spine.

“Bri—” A breathy sound, musical and full and whispered reverently. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Love this.” Brian kissed Rob’s heated skin again, shaking both their bodies with his thrusts. “Me in you.”

A chuckle, then a moan.

Closer, he needed to be closer. Brian gathered Rob into his arms and pulled him up and against him, and fucked him hard and deep.

Rob grunted with each stroke, his breathing harsher and louder than before. He rolled his head back onto Brian’s shoulder. “Oh fuck, don’t stop!” Hands gripped Brian’s ass, urging him on.

No qualms about giving Rob everything he had, hard and fast. He found Rob’s tight nipples and fingered them. “Like that?” He sucked Rob’s earlobe into his mouth then held it between his lips.

Whimpers and gasps were all that came from Rob. He turned his head, and the lobe slipped from Brian.

Eyes nearly all pupil and a wide-open mouth.

Didn’t take Brian much to claim it for his own. His tongue and his cock plunging into Rob. Couldn’t tell whose moans were louder, whose body shook and trembled more. The world narrowed down to the scent and the sound of Rob, their bodies moving together, their rhythm, the way they fit perfectly.

Heaven. Rob around him, whispering his name into his mouth. Rob’s hands urging Brian on. Intoxicating. Lightning in his veins. He drove harder and deeper into Rob.

He was so close. Rob, too, judging by the tightness of his body. He stroked Rob’s cock. A moment later, Rob’s fingers closed around his, helping, encouraging.

“Please,” Rob begged. “Please, please. Please. Nearly—”

They worked Rob’s cock together. Brian’s mind spun in circles, tighter and tighter, his balls aching with Rob’s every gasp and shudder. Hot and perfect. He rammed into Rob and the mattress bounced and creaked, adding to the pounding.

Rob stiffened in Brian’s arms, his whole body one tense cord and Brian could barely move inside him.

“Oh God, Bri . . .” Rob’s free hand scraped against Brian’s thigh, then he shattered, uttering a long, horse moan. His cock thickened, pulsing as ribbons of semen shot onto the comforter.

Holy fuck! Brian’s heart rate shot through the roof. Seeing Rob come—feeling him come—making Rob come—Brian pressed his mouth to Rob’s back and took Rob over and over until the heat and the light overtook him. He cried out and buried himself deep inside Rob and came. The sweeping roll of his orgasm seemed to go on and on. He kissed Rob’s spine, clutched at his chest and wished for all the world they could stay in this moment forever.

Together. One.

Brian couldn’t say how much time passed before his mind made sense of light and sound again.

Rob’s breathing was still harsh. “Damn.” The word was joyful and came with a laugh. “I envy your former girlfriends.”

Brian’s breath caught in something that was halfway between a croak and a cough. “I should—” He slid out of Rob.

A little moan of disappointment. Brian echoed it.

Rob turned and lowered himself to the bed, lying on his side, all ruddy and shining. Especially his wide smile.

Brian sat back on his heels. “I ruined your bedspread.” Dark wet marks highlighted where Rob had come—and how much. He should lose the condom, but he wasn’t sure he could stand. His head spun like a top.

Or was that his heart?

“Technically,” Rob said, sounding a hell of a lot closer to normal than Brian felt, “I ruined my bedspread. You merely helped.”

“Merely?” He stroked Rob’s hip, enjoying the softness of the skin and the hardness of the muscle beneath. “If merely is what you think of that, I need to fuck you harder next time.”

Rob shivered. “More than merely.” His voice was soft. “But feel free, next time.”

Rob really was a masterpiece. And inexplicably his. Brian patted that thigh.

Unfortunately, his dick was softening, and the condom threatened to add to the wet spots. Brian groaned and crawled to the end of the bed. “I’ll be right back.

He found tissues in the bathroom, tossed the condom, and washed his hands. His reflection in the mirror startled him. Same post-sex look. Except he’d just fucked Rob—as if he’d had any idea of how to do that in the first place.

He shook his head at himself and flicked off the bathroom light. He joined Rob on the bed. “All kidding aside, that was fine?”

Rob rose, took Brian’s face in his hands and kissed him on the nose. “You’re fucking adorable. You pound me hard enough to shake the foundations of my house, until I can’t remember my name, and make me spurt across my bed, and you ask if it was okay?”

“Uh—” He squirmed. Okay, maybe he was overthinking things. “Anything I could do better?”

Rob stroked his cheeks, fingers oddly cool. “Honestly? Only way you could have improved that was if you’d stuck a cock ring on me to keep me from coming so fast and pounded me all night long.”

Shit. The images that brought up. He licked his lips. “I— Wait. You have a cock ring?”

Rob didn’t answer, just pulled him into a toe curling kiss. When they broke apart, Brian had to gulp to catch his breath and slow his heart. “One problem . . . I’d come too fast, too.”

Rob’s devilish dimples formed. “Oh, Bri. I have more than one cock ring.”

He must have been making quite a face, because Rob’s laughter was deep and long. Then he pulled Brian down onto the bed and kissed him. Again and again and again.