Zade

“Look at you, all dressed up,” Madden looks me over and smirks. “Hot date?”

I roll my eyes. I’ve got to give it to Thane, his new man is willing to go to extreme lengths to eliminate the competition. Not that I’m competition, but he doesn’t know that.

“As a matter of fact, I have a date with the young man known as Royal,” I confirm and Madden’s smile widens. “Do you happen to know his real name, by the way?”

Madden cocks his head to one side and regards me with confusion. Totally get the puppy remark now.

“There’s no friggin way his real name is Royal King,” I point out.

“Huh, that is funny. I never thought about it. That’s his real name, as far as I know.” Madden shrugs.

“You going to be okay here? Or do I need to find you a babysitter until Thane gets home later?”

Madden gives me the finger and I throw my head back and laugh. A knock comes at the door and I straighten up and shoot Madden a wink before heading to answer it. As expected, Royal is on the other side of the door looking even sexier than I remember from a few days ago. He’s wearing a black button-up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, showing off a bevy of colorful ink. If all goes well, I hope to trace every last inch of ink with my tongue later.

“You didn’t tell me where we were going so I hope I’m dressed okay?”

“You look hot as fuck.” I don’t bother to hide the way my eyes roam over every inch of him, and he seems to enjoy the attention.

“So, where are we going?” Royal asks as I step outside, shutting the door behind me and following him to his car.

“Ever been to the beercade downtown?”

“No.” Royal shakes his head and smiles.

“What’s the smile for?”

“Just mentally giving you a few extra points for coming up with a date idea other than dinner and drinks.”

“Oh, I didn’t know there were points to be earned. How many points do I need to get you out of your pants and how many am I starting with?”

I slide into the passenger seat and buckle up. Royal gets into the car and starts to back out of the driveway, as I wait for him to answer. This is serious business.

“You’ll need twenty-five points to get lucky tonight. You’ve got two points for texting me the same day I gave you my number, five points for looking hot as fuck, and five points for a unique date idea.”

“Hot damn, only thirteen points to go,” I cheer. 

“Not so fast, can't forget to add the penalty as well,” Royal chides.

“Penalty? What penalty?”

“Minus six points for lying about genital piercings.”

“What? This is an outrage.”

“Sorry, I don't make the rules, I just follow them.” Royal shrugs.

“Fine. Nineteen points to go, then.” I pull up our destination on my GPS and settle back in my seat. “So when you're not tattooing what do you like to do?”

“Ooo, one point for taking a personal interest in my life.” I do a mental fist pump. What can I say? I love a challenge. “I'm not all that exciting to be honest. I hang out with my roommate, Nash, playing video games, watching movies, whatever. And I spend a lot of time at a local LGBT shelter for teens.”

“Oh, Rainbow House. Thane was telling me about it.”

“Yeah. That's about it. I'm a simple pleasures kind of guy.”

“Nothing wrong with that.”

It takes us about twenty minutes to reach the arcade. When we arrive, Royal’s excitement is palpable.

“You want to make it interesting?” I suggest as we make our way inside.

“Hell yeah. What do you want to play for?”

“Points of course.” I waggle my eyebrows.

“Fine, you beat me at a game you get a point, but if I beat you then you lose a point.”

I eye him warily not liking the risk of losing points.

“Better idea. We do best of seven games, if I win I get ten points and you pay for dinner, if you win I pay for dinner and you get a sexual act of your choosing.”

“You’re on,” Royal agrees.

Whoever came up with the idea of an arcade inside a bar is a genius. Drinks and game tickets in hand Royal and I try to decide which game to play first. We rock, paper, scissors for it and I win so we start with Big Game Hunter. I’ve had extensive weapons training, this game should be a cakewalk.

The joke’s on me as I miss one shot after another, much to Royal’s delight.

“The specs are all off on this fucking game,” I complain, slamming the plastic rifle down.

“Specs? Dude, it’s a video game from the nineties not a special ops mission,” he teases. “So, that’s one to zero.”

I grumble and let Royal pick the next game. We soon realize that we’re fairly evenly matched on these games and the best way to get the upper hand is through the art of distraction. As I try my hand at skee-ball, Royal stands behind me and slides his hand under my shirt, tracing my abs and giving me an epic hard-on. I get him back by making obscene and distracting noises while we compete in a car racing game.

After two hours we’re tied three to three and it’s Royal’s turn to pick the game.

“Hmm, decisions, decisions,” Royal rubs a hand along his jaw as he deliberates. “Air hockey,” he declares.

“Fuck yeah,” I fist pump and smack his ass. “Sorry, babe, but I’m fucking awesome at air hockey.”

He sidles up beside me and leans close, his breath tickling my ear as he whispers.

“So am I, and I’m really going to enjoy my victory blowjob.”

I end up  owning him at air hockey and, ever the gracious winner, I do a little victory dance and crow about being the air hockey champ.

“Yeah, yeah.” Royal gives me the finger and a good natured smile.

Throwing my arm over his shoulder I pull him in and kiss his cheek. Damn he smells good.

“That means I’ve only got eight points to go, and you’re buying dinner. How do you feel about steak and lobster?” I tease.

“Nope, if I’m buying I’m picking, and I’m taking you to McDonald's,” he teases.

I pull him close once more, but this time instead of a kiss I lick the side of his face, making it as slobbery as I can.

“Ew!” He shrieks in a decidedly unmanly way. “I’ll feed you whatever you want, just no more spit on me.”

“Don’t count on that,” I whisper in his ear and he shivers.

“Don’t get too cocky, you’ve got eight points to go.” Royal pushes me off and waggles a finger at me in reprimand.

Reaching out I grab his hand and link our fingers together. It hits me how free and comfortable I feel for the first time in my life. I never pretended to be straight, never dated girls, and I told my parents years ago that I’m gay. But, being in the Marines I never felt quite comfortable being fully out either.

I don’t know what the future holds for me, but it’s damn nice to be myself without fear of repercussions.

“There’s this hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant a few blocks down, it’s amazing. You up for it?”

“Yeah, I love Mexican food,” I agree.

As we walk we continue ribbing each other about the other’s shortcomings at the arcade. I can’t believe how easy it is to talk to Royal. I haven’t felt so instantly comfortable with someone since I first met Thane. But, instead of the ‘friend I might want to fuck on occasion’ vibe I got from Thane, Royal is definitely more of a ‘possible boyfriend material’ vibe.   

“Truth or dare?” Royal asks as we walk.

“Dare, always dare.”

“Alright, I dare you to moon the next person who drives by.”

“Done,” I start unbuttoning my pants and Royal’s mouth falls open. He clearly didn’t expect me to rise to the challenge. I wait until we reach the next street corner, and just my luck the light is turning red. Without hesitation I turn my back to the car parked at the light, bend over, and expose my ass.

Royal lets out a raucous laugh. As I stand and pull up my pants I notice a cop pulling up behind the first car.

“Oh fuck.” I grab Royal’s hand and we book it before I can get busted for indecent exposure.

“You’re fucking crazy, dude,” Royal declares as we round the corner.

“Let that be a lesson to you, never dare me to do something unless you want me to do it.”

“Duly noted.” He pulls me to a stop in front of a dingy restaurant. “Here it is. I know it doesn’t look like much, but the fajitas are insane. And, don’t even get me started on the margaritas.”

“Let’s do it.”

Royal’s right, the place doesn’t look like much, but the food and drinks are amazing. Throughout dinner we keep conversation light, getting to know each other.

One thing I learn about Royal is that he’s competitive as hell. Everything is a challenge: who can eat the most fajitas, who can finish their margarita fastest, who can score the waitress’ phone number, who can score the busboy’s phone number. I’ve never had more fun on a date in my life.

After dinner we don’t rush back to his car, we take a long route around downtown, walking hand in hand and enjoying the night.

When we do finally reach the car Royal turns to me with a teasing smirk.

“I’d invite you back to my place, but unfortunately you only managed to earn twenty-three points.”

“Thought I was only at seventeen points?”

“This is the best date I’ve ever had, that’s worth six points.”

“Is that right?” I step close, caging Royal in against his car.

His breath fans over my lips, smelling of beer and cigarettes which is a fuck of a lot more appealing than it should be. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and I’m done for. I grab Royal by the back of the neck and drag him to me unceremoniously.

Royal moans against my lips as we meet. Every cell in my body sparks to life as his lips part, enticing me to deepen the kiss. When I thrust my tongue into his mouth, his is there to meet me. Long, drugging kisses grow frantic as I press him into the side of his car, covering his body with mine.

The hard outline of his erection lines up with mine and Royal bucks his hips against me. With great effort I force myself to tear my lips from his.

I drink in the sight of Royal’s kiss swollen lips, his blown pupils, and his breathing ragged.

“That’s gotta be worth at least two points.”

Royal nods and reaches into his pocket for his keys.

“My place?”

“Since I don’t have a place yet, yeah,” I agree with a laugh.

“Right, sorry. You scrambled my brain.”

I try not to feel too smug about that, and fail epically.

Fifteen minutes later, Royal is leading me into his small house.

“Is your roommate home?” I whisper, not sure if I’m supposed to be sneaking around or not.

“No, his car wasn’t out there.” Royal toes off his shoes and leaves them off to the side of the door, and I follow suit. “Want something to drink?”

As Royal turns to head toward his kitchen I grab him by the wrist and tug him around to face me. Then, I squat down and scoop him up in a fireman's carry. He lets out an ‘oomph’ but doesn’t struggle.

“Which way to your bedroom?”

“It’s right off the living room, the first door.”

I head in the direction he indicated, my cock throbbing in anticipation. I step into the first door I find and flick on the light. The room is cozy, with royal blue splashes of color and beautiful sketches on the walls. My eyes land on the enormous bed that takes up a majority of the space in the room.

“Nice bed.”

“It’s even more comfortable than it looks,” he brags. Taking his word for it I toss him onto it and start unbuttoning my shirt.

Royal follows suit, ridding himself of his shirt quickly. When he reaches for his pants I put my hand out to stop him.

My eyes roam over his bare torso. The colorful ink that covers his arms covers his chest as well. On the side of his abdomen I notice the words ‘We Are Freaks’.

“All the Heathens Ink crew have this tat, we did them for each other,” Royal explains, noticing where my gaze is.

The next thing I notice is the small, silver hoop through his left nipple. Unable to resist, I climb onto the bed, kneeling over him, and tug the jewelry between my teeth.

Royal gasps and arches off the bed. I ease the tug and lavish my tongue over the peaked nipple. He whimpers and my cock pulses. My hands explore his upper body, loving every inch of soft skin beneath my fingertips. I position his arms above his head and brush my nose along his armpit, breathing in his pure, masculine scent.

I trail my hands down his abs, tracing every dip of his muscles, until my fingers hit the hem of his jeans. I tug the button loose, followed by the zipper, as Royal lays panting and pliable beneath me.

“God you’re fucking sexy,” I murmur as I lick and nip my way down his stomach, and along his happy trail.

I wait until my face is between his legs before I free his dick, because I want to see it up close and personal. And, I am not disappointed. His cock is the most perfect thing I’ve seen in my entire life. Long and thick, flushed deep pink with desire, a clear drop of pre-cum leaking from the tip.

I spread his legs and slick my tongue along his balls, eliciting a loud moan from Royal. The bead of pre-cum drips from the head of his cock onto his stomach. Hitching his legs over my shoulders, I tilt his hips up so I can drag my tongue downward.

“Fuck, yeah,” Royal cries as my tongue flutters along his sensitive, puckered hole. “Please, fuck me,” he begs.

I continue to lick him until he softens under my ministrations enough that I can shove my tongue inside him. He cries out and wraps his hand around his cock. I bat it away and pull back.

“Condoms in your nightstand?”

Royal whimpers and nods.

I stand up and finally pull my own pants off before reaching for the drawer on his nightstand. I pull it open and find condoms, lube, and hello.

“What do we have here?” I sing-song, grabbing the long, cylindrical object.

Royal doesn’t even have to look to know what I’m talking about.

“It’s my Fleshjack. Put it back and fuck me already.”

“Put it back? Where’s the fun in that?”

Taking all the items I need, I return to the bed and kneel over Royal again. He looks so damn sexy all disheveled and flushed, waiting for me to fuck him.

I drizzle a generous amount of lube around the entrance of the ass shaped toy, and then use my finger to spread it around. Royal watches me, eyes wide, cock dripping.

I place the hole of the toy against the head of his cock, and at the same time my slick finger at his entrance. Royal squirms and whines, begging me to fucking do it already. Torturing him is a little too much fun. When I finally put him out of his misery he moans loud and low. I bury my finger in his ass and his cock in the Fleshjack.

“Fuck, your ass is so tight. Can’t wait to fuck you,” I groan.

“Do it, please, fuck me.” He thrusts into the toy, his ass gripping my finger hard.

I add a second finger and continue my work of preparing him. The entire time Royal pants and begs until I reluctantly pull my finger out so I can roll the condom on and slick myself with lube, while continuing a steady pace with the Fleshjack.

“Take this,” I instruct, indicating for Royal to take over jacking himself so I can grab his thighs and line myself up with his hole.

“Oh fuck Zade, yes,” Royal chants as I enter him slowly.

My head falls back as electric pulses of pleasure shoot up my spine. He’s so tight and so fucking hot around me.

“God you feel so good, unh. Jesus, you’re unreal.”

Once I bottom out I hold still for a moment so I can try to get myself under control. His muscles tense and flutter around me as he continues to work the toy over his shaft.

“So good, fuck Royal your ass is incredible,” I praise as I pull out and thrust back in hard and fast.

“Harder, please,” Royal begs. “I need it so bad.”

I pick up the pace of my thrusts, desperate for Royal to come undone beneath me. Grabbing his hips, I change the angle slightly and Royal cries out.

“Oh fuck!” His back arches and he clenches around me like a vice. His face contorts into an almost pained pleasure and for a second I swear his soul leaves his body. When his hole pulses around my cock, I can’t hold back any longer. I thrust hard and deep, as my balls draw tight and my brain short-circuits. The rush of pleasure is so intense I can’t breathe as it rages through me and I cum hard buried deep in Royal’s ass.

My muscles feel like Jell-O when it’s over.

“That was insane,” Royal rasps between heavy breaths.

I nod in agreement as I pull out of him and pry his hand from the Fleshjack and toss it aside. Tying the condom off I chuck it into the garbage can on the side of the bed before collapsing next to him.

“You know most people keep it vanilla the first time they fuck,” Royal laughs.

“I’m not most people.”

“I can see that. Want a glass of water or anything?” he offers.

“That’d be good.”

Royal gets up and grabs a pair of loose basketball shorts that are slung over the chair at his computer desk, and pulls them on. When he opens the door I hear the television blaring from the living room. Guess the roommate came home while we were getting loud. I wish I could say I was sorry about that.

I hear Royal greet his roommate and apologize for the noise. The other man asks if I’m staying over to which Royal gives a quipy retort about me sneaking out after he’s asleep. Less than a minute later he’s back with a large glass of water. He takes a sip and then passes it to me.

“I’m not going to sneak out when you’re asleep.”

Royal blushes, realizing I heard his joke.

“That’s good. I wasn’t sure if you saw this as a first date, or an only date kind of a situation.”

“Dude, you’d be the stupidest guy for me to trick out with if that’s all I was after,” I point out.  “I had a lot of fun with you tonight, so I’m hoping this is a first date of many,” I admit. Even as I say it I realize I have little to offer at this moment in  my life.

“Good, then let’s have fun and see where things go.”

He takes the water back from me and sets it on the nightstand before stripping his shorts back off and climbing into the enormous bed beside me. It doesn’t escape my notice that there’s more than enough room for a third person in this bed. It’s too early to bring up that particular preference to Royal, but I can’t help but wonder if it’s something he’d ever be open to.

He lays on his side away from me and I pull him against me to be my little spoon. Kissing his shoulder I wish him sweet dreams and we both drift off to sleep.