15
THAT night in the hotel was the first time I ever thought of Kage and me as… us. It was the first time I felt like something more than Kage’s satellite.
We were laughing at some stupid joke I’d made about the lady at the front desk, but as soon as the door to our room opened, we both got quiet, marching solemnly forward like we were walking to the electric chair. The door clicked loudly behind us, effectively shutting us off from the rest of the world.
I think maybe we both knew that this was it. That something was about to happen.
Kage crossed to the TV and clicked it on with the remote, but he didn’t sit down on the sofa. Instead, he turned toward me and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He looked almost nervous. “Wanna watch a movie or something?”
I was hovering around the kitchen area, remembering the spilled wine and the way he’d backed me against the counter. I wondered what might have happened if the bottle hadn’t fallen.
“A movie would be good,” I said. “Something with action maybe.” I rummaged in the fridge. “Want a beer? I think I’m gonna have a beer.”
“Yeah, bring me one.” He scrolled through the movie menu while I popped the tops and crossed the room to join him.
We finally agreed on one of the Fast and the Furious movies, though I couldn’t say which one. I was too preoccupied with trying not to look at Kage. Trying to seem casual.
I kicked my shoes and socks off and sat down on one end of the sofa, starting swilling beer like it was going out of style.
Kage was sitting on the other end of the sofa unlacing his boots. He took them off, stuffed his socks inside them, and pulled his feet up onto the seat. He took a long, slow pull off of his beer and cut his eyes over at me. The movie was just starting.
“Are you trying to get drunk?” he asked me.
“No, why?”
“Because you’re chugging the hell out of that beer. You want another one?”
I gave him a tight smile. “No, thanks.”
“Damn, Jamie. You’ve got to loosen up. Come here.”
“Huh?” I took another swallow of beer and stared unseeing at the TV screen.
“I said get your ass over here.”
I tipped my beer up and found it empty. “Oops, gotta get another beer.”
Kage arched a brow. “You said you didn’t need another one.”
I looked at the beer and back at him. “Well, I’ve got to go to the bathroom anyway, so might as well grab one.”
“Bathroom, huh?” He shook his head, but he smiled. “Okay. I’ll see you when you get back.”
I hurried to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Fuck. What was I doing? What was going on here? My mind was a whirling dervish as I glanced frantically around the bathroom. This was definitely not one of those movie motel bathrooms with the little escape window. Didn’t matter. The bad guy was always waiting outside anyway.
But there was no bad guy here. What was I thinking? It was just me and Kage and the inevitable. My stomach was so tight it was folding in on itself. And quivering. God, was it ever quivering. I was fucked.
So incredibly fucked.
I undid my pants and took a gratuitous piss. Then I washed my hands, took a deep breath, and opened the bathroom door. Kage was still on the couch where I left him, and I skirted the living area by way of the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge.
“Want a beer?” I asked, willing my voice not to squeak.
“Nope.”
When I got back to the sofa, I hesitated before sitting down, taking a swallow of beer.
“Got your bathroom break out of the way?” Kage asked.
I nodded.
“Then set that beer down on the coffee table and get your ass over here.”
I did as he asked— no, as he commanded— and set the beer on the table.
He was lying back on the arm of the sofa with his legs stretched down the length of the seat cushion. When I didn’t make a move toward him, he spread his legs and put one foot on the floor. Then he patted the seat between his legs.
Instead of stepping forward, I stepped backward. “God, Kage—” I took another step backward, shaking my head. “I want you so, so much.”
“Then where are you going?”
That’s when I took off like a spooked horse, stumbling backward. I only got about three steps away before he was on me, taking me down and pinning me on the carpet. In the shuffle, my nearly-full beer got knocked off the table, and all I could hear was the glug-glug-fizz of the stuff spurting out onto the floor.
“My beer,” I gasped.
“Fuck the beer, Jamie.” He brought his mouth down onto mine and took my lips in a hungry kiss. He wasn’t rough exactly, but he was needy, and he definitely did not kiss like a girl. He didn’t let me be the aggressor or let me lead. He pressed in and took what he wanted, leaving me breathless.
All I could do was kiss him back, let him explore and taste. I was just along for the ride, and what an amazing ride it was.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I said when he pulled back and looked into my eyes.
He gave me that amused look he always seemed to save just for me. “Yeah? What do you think we should be doing?”
His lips were full, sexy, and right in front of me. I couldn’t resist lifting my head and taking a kiss for myself. The feel of his beard stubble was something new and unexpected, and I liked it. Like the way it scrubbed my lips and face, made them more sensitive.
I noticed I had a death grip on his shoulders, and I loosened my arms and let my hands wander tentatively across the expanse of his shoulders. Even the feel of the t-shirt with the hard muscle beneath was delightful. It was as if I’d never felt a t-shirt before. In fact, it was as if I’d never felt anything before. Like my nerve endings had just been woken from a lifelong state of dormancy.
“We should be doing something work related.”
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Like what? You wanna work out?”
“No.” I rolled my eyes, feeling my face go all goofy and hot just imaging what kind of workout he might have in mind. “What about that photo shoot I asked you about? The more personal one.”
He seemed to consider it for a moment, then shrugged and said, “Okay.” He hopped up off of me just like that and pulled me up with one hand.
I straightened myself up. Smoothed my clothes. Tried to brush the lust off of me.
“I’ll get the camera ready,” I told him. “You just… get however you want to be, I guess.”
He retired to the bedroom area while I readied the camera, trying to remember all of the tricks the camera guy had told me about nighttime indoor shots.
I had hoped Kage would be fully dressed when he returned, since it would have theoretically made things less complicated for me and my increasingly confusing emotions, but no such luck. His boxers were the only barrier between me and the body I didn’t want to think about.
My brain illogically suggested that maybe if I worked out really hard and got a body like that of my own, I wouldn’t be so interested in his anymore.
Yeah, right. Because that makes total sense.
“How do you want me?” he asked, running a hand through his hair. We were standing so close I could smell the shampoo.
“Well, put some damn clothes on, first of all,” I said irritably.
He laughed. “Wow. Okay. I wasn’t sure how you wanted me, so I figured I’d start from scratch and let you dictate. Do I need to put on a full-body Eskimo suit, or will shorts and a t-shirt be fine?”
“Very fucking funny. Just dress like you normally do.”
He looked pointedly down at his boxers.
“Normally when you have company,” I added. “Your fans don’t want to see you sitting around in your underwear scratching your balls.”
“You sure about that?” He smiled. “I’ll bet there’s one or two out there who wouldn’t mind seeing that. Besides, who are these elusive fans you keep talking about? The few people I signed autographs for tonight? No one knows who I am, Jamie.”
That made me chuckle. “Who do you think I am, some kind of amateur? I’ve got this covered. Let me show you something.”
I set up my laptop on his coffee table and sat down on the sectional sofa while Kage went and got dressed again. Then he joined me on the sofa looking very patriotic in a pair of dark blue shorts with white piping, a faded red t-shirt, and no shoes.
I used my finger on the touchscreen to navigate to Kage’s website, but he wasn’t paying my computer any attention. “Where are your glasses?” he asked.
“In my laptop case. But I’m fine without them.”
“You’re squinting at the screen. Put them on.”
I let out a groaning sigh and reached over to retrieve them out of my case. Then I slipped them on and tried to avoid looking directly at Kage.
“Has someone teased you about your glasses, Jamie?”
“People always tease about glasses.”
“Well, I think they’re sexy.”
“You do?” I didn’t look at him.
“Very.”
I cleared my throat. “Well, let’s get back to work.” I directed his attention away from my face and to the computer screen where his website was displayed. Then I spent the next hour showing him the extensive social media presence I’d been building for him.
“Jesus Christ, Jamie. When have you had time to do all of this?” His expression was one of true amazement.
“That’s what happens when you move to a new town and don’t have a social life.” It sounded like a complaint, but I knew my words were tinged with pride. I had worked hard for Kage, not because I had to, but because I wanted to. I’d never even seen the guy fight, but I believed in him. Believed he would be a star.
“You see here?” I pointed to an action shot I’d taken of him doing a high kick into the air. It was one of my favorites, and it had gotten hundreds of comments. “People love you, Kage. Every time I post a picture, it gets shared like crazy. And your website is already getting a good amount of hits.”
His eyes widened. “I have a website?”
“Of course. MichaelKage.com. I told you that already. Probably went in one ear and out the other, just like half the shit I tell you. I’ve been working on it, and I’ve got it ranked for a bunch of good keywords.”
“Yeah, like what?”
I navigated to the click-through data. “Let’s see… MMA fighter, best MMA fighter, that’s a good one. Michael Kage, of course. People are actually googling your name now, which is a really good sign.” I cleared my throat. “Um… hot MMA fighter, sexy MMA fighter.”
Kage started laughing. “Really? How the hell did I get in there for that?”
I thought I was going to implode with embarrassment. “Well, I put them in myself. I purposely optimized your site for all of those keywords.”
“So you said I was sexy?”
“Let me explain how this works,” I said in my best business presentation voice, removing my glasses and tucking them neatly back into my computer case. “I thought a lot of people might be looking for a sexy MMA fighter, so I optimized for the term. It just has to do with knowing what your audience is looking for, and knowing that when people get to your site with those search terms, they won’t be disappointed in what they find.”
Kage’s chest clearly puffed up at that. “Well, let’s give them some sexy pictures, then. I saw where one woman said she liked my thick arms. Let’s get some shots that show them off.”
“There are many people saying they like every single part of you, Kage. But yeah, we can show off your arms. Stay there on the sofa and kind of prop your arm on the back. Yeah, like that.” I centered him in my camera frame and took a picture. “Now bend your elbow and lean your head on your hand. Oh, yeah. That shows off the swell of the bicep right there. Very nice.” Kage smiled at the compliment, and I got a few shots of him showing the boyish dimples I had come to know and love.
After I’d gotten a bunch of seated shots, I suggested he remove his shirt.
“I thought you wanted me in clothes. Make up your mind, fickle boy.” He was clearly amused as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and cast it aside.
Just the way he did it, the way his muscles rippled with that simple movement, made my heart rate pick up. It wasn’t fair, because it was artless. Surely he had no intention of tempting me, and yet that’s exactly what he was doing. Tempting just like he had hours ago in my suite, and every day in the gym, and just generally every second of the day if I was breathing.
“I thought maybe we could gradually unveil you,” I explained. “And don’t fuck with me, Kage. Stop trying to embarrass me. This is business. Let the master do his job.”
“Sure thing, chief. How’s this? Sexy enough?” He stretched onto his side, lengthening out and showing off the leanness of his flank. For some reason that expanse of smooth, hairless skin always drew my eye, made me want to reach out and run my hand along it. My fingers itched to touch him there, and to follow the curve all the way to his hip.
I gulped and somehow turned my brain off enough to get through a few shirtless photos. “Smile for me,” I practically whispered, and he did. “Now pull your shorts down a little on your hip there.” He gave me a funny look, but he did as I asked.
“Like this?” He teased the waistband down over his hip bone, revealing the deep iliac furrow that angled down into his shorts.
“Perfect,” I breathed, snapping a group of photos in that pose. “People do really go for that V of yours.”
“People, huh?” He smiled and stuck the tip of his tongue playfully between his teeth.
The tongue I’d just tasted. Don’t think about it.
“Adorable. How about a sexy wink?” I said unselfconsciously. He fired off a few winks for me as I tried to catch it at just the right second. “Wow, that’s gonna be hot. I can’t wait to get these posted.” By this time I was in the zone, feeling like a real photographer. Like in my mind, I may have been slightly considering a career change.
“I’m curious,” Kage said nonchalantly, rolling onto his stomach as I continued to snap pictures. “Which do you think is sexier? Choice A…” He pulled his shorts down just enough to show the top swell of his muscled glutes and the beginning of his ass crack. I sucked in a breath and continued snapping, willing my heartbeat to slow down. This was good stuff. See? I could separate my personal feelings from my profession. My finger was shaking as I pressed the button. “Or do you prefer choice B?” he asked.
Without warning, he flipped onto his back and hooked his thumb in the waistband of his shorts, yanking down enough to reveal a bed of dark pubic hair and about two inches of the top of his very thick, very hard cock. He used his fingers to hold down his massive erection, which remained covered by the fabric of his shorts, but not hidden. There was no disguising the outline of that beast of a body part.
I let out a strangled sound and fumbled the sinfully expensive camera. It landed on the carpet a safe distance from the spilled beer and was forgotten. My logical mind went on vacation, and all I could think was that I wanted to put my mouth on that spot he was showing me, to see what it tasted like. Find out what it smelled like and if it was as warm as it looked.
“Definitely a B,” Kage growled. Then he lowered the front of his shorts even further, hooking the band under his balls and releasing his cock. It sprang up and bounced off of his tight belly, leaving a sticky trail of precum on his tanned skin, and in that moment, as every molecule of my being seemed to converge into a throbbing mass at the base of my scrotum, I realized I was officially and utterly fucked.
My own dick had swelled to the point of pain, and my mouth was watering with the need to lick every inch of Kage’s body from head to toe. He was so goddamn gorgeous. It didn’t seem quite possible that he wanted me, and yet every move he made said that he did.
I tore my eyes away from his hard cock and met his gaze, which was amused and trained right on me.
“Don’t look so worried,” he said. “It likes you. Can’t you tell?” He stood up in front of me and dropped his shorts to the floor, kicking them out of the way. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“I don’t… I can’t…” I found myself stuttering, though what I was trying to say was a complete mystery even to myself. “Kage—”
“Shhh,” he whispered, lowering his head until his lips were right next to my ear. “It’s okay to want me, Jamie. I want you, too. Stop making excuses and just let go.”
I whimpered embarrassingly, but he didn’t seem to mind. He cupped my cheek in his palm and pressed his lips softly against mine. The kiss wasn’t demanding. It was the opposite of the first kiss we’d shared— reverent, gentle, exploratory.
At first I couldn’t get my lips to move, but Kage moved his ever so slowly against mine, coaxing me into action. I parted my lips and felt the tip of his tongue slip between them. When my knees buckled, he was there to catch me, wrapping his strong arm around the small of my back and cinching me tightly against him. The knowledge that he was naked against my fully clothed body made me weak with anticipation.
Kage pushed his tongue deeper into my mouth, and suddenly I was sucking hungrily at his tongue, winding my arms around his neck, and pressing my lower body against his. I was desperate to get closer, to feel through the barrier of my clothing what he had pressed against me. My hunger knew no bounds, growing exponentially with each passing second as it became clearer that this was not some fevered fantasy. This was actually happening.
And I was going to let it.
He unwound my arms from his neck and reached down to pull my t-shirt over my head so that we were skin to skin. The scrub of chest hair against my nipples was exquisite torture, and I moaned, pulling back to catch my breath.
“Fuck no, you’re not going anywhere!” Kage yanked me back against him. “I’ve waited too long for this. Been patient enough.” He covered my mouth and face with kisses, moved down to my throat, and bit the sensitive skin there until I cried out. I was overcome with passion, my breath coming in quick gasps as I fought to keep it together. I had always thought of myself as a player and a skilled lover, but I swear Kage made me feel like a virgin all over again.
“Take off your pants,” he said.
“What are you planning on doing to me?” I asked, my voice distant to my own ears as I worked my shorts down my legs, leaving my boxer briefs on.
“What I should have done when you first got here. And if it hadn’t been for you lying to me about having a girlfriend, I would have.”
“How did you know I’d let you?”
He chuckled. “I could tell by the way you look at me. Like you’re eating me alive with your eyes.”
“I don’t do that,” I protested. “I don’t even like guys.”
“Liar.” Kage shook his head and took a step back. “Get on your knees, Jamie.”
“Pardon me?”
“Don’t give me that look. I said get on your knees.”
I wanted to tell him no, that this was insanity, and that I wasn’t gay. I wanted to point out that I’d just recently had a girlfriend whom I’d fucked soundly on a regular basis. But instead I sank to my knees in front of him and waited, looking up at his unbelievably perfect body, all muscles and planes and smooth skin. The boyish face with the five-o’clock shadow, the dark locks of hair that fell loosely around his face… and that’s when I felt it. He was right. I was devouring him with my eyes, because God help me I could not get enough.
I took in a deep breath, let it out, and finally gave in— to him, to me, and to the desire that had been chipping away at my sanity. Kage saw it the moment I submitted, and his mouth tipped into a salacious grin as he stepped toward me. He held that intimidating cock in his hand, the fat head mushrooming obscenely around his fist.
“Tell me what you want, Jamie. I’m not going to let you blame me after this is all over. You tell me what you want, or you don’t get it.”
I was so ashamed, so scared. I tried to tell myself it was okay to be weak, because Kage was strong enough for both of us.
“I want it in my mouth,” I whispered, feeling ridiculous.
Did I really just say those words?
He took a step closer, the head of his dick nearly touching my lips. I caught the scent I’d been dying for, and it took every ounce of restraint I had not to dart my tongue out and steal a little taste of him. I needed for this to begin, for him to put me out of my misery, but something told me he wasn’t ready. He wasn’t satisfied with my answer yet. I wanted to please him, though. Wanted to please us both. That was my one coherent thought as I knelt there like a beggar, with carpet fibers digging into my knees and shame threatening to suffocate me.
“I want you, Kage,” I admitted, trading shame for candor. Hell, if I was actually going to take another man’s pipe in my mouth, I ought to be man enough to at least say the words. “I want to suck you off. I want you to fuck my mouth. I want… everything. You want me to beg? I will. I’ll do—”
He pushed the swollen head of his cock between my lips, cutting off my words. I felt the curve of smooth flesh slide in, and he shuddered hard and threw his head back for one blissed-out second, then looked down at me again.
“You don’t have to beg, baby.” He wrapped a large hand around the back of my head, holding me in place. “I just need you to realize that you want this as much as I do.” Then he began to move, incrementally at first.
I stretched my lips to accommodate his size, feeling the ridge on the underside of his cock head running along my tongue. He tickled the roof of my mouth, bounced lightly off the soft spot at the back of my throat.
“Relax your throat,” Kage said. It was the same thing I always told the girls when I rammed my cock down their throats. And now he was saying it to me.
I relaxed, felt a slight urge to gag, but nothing like I would have expected. My mouth settled around him, and I applied an ever-so-slight amount of suction for him to sink into and pull against. I didn’t know how it felt to him, but it felt amazing to me. God, how had I ever lived without the feel of his cock in my mouth? It was as if every moment I’d lived so far had been building up to this very moment, when I would discover a need like I’d never known before.
“You feel so good, Jamie. So goddamn good…” His hips pistoned his cock slowly in and out of my mouth, and I moaned around him. “I swear I’ve wanted to fuck this mouth ever since the first night we met. This fucking smart mouth. Fucking liar’s mouth. God, you’re so sexy.”
I tried to pull away at that, to argue that I wasn’t a liar, but he wouldn’t let me. He held tight to the back of my head with impossibly strong fingers, keeping my mouth stuffed full of his cock. He guided every movement, pushing in and pulling out at a slow, even pace. Jerking the lower half of his cock with his hand while the upper half copulated with my mouth. His hand never let up on the back of my head. It was all very restrained, as if he was afraid of losing his rhythm and spinning out of control. I loved it. The discipline of it, the predictability, it all seemed to amp up the anticipation for what was to come.
“Your mouth was made for my cock, Jamie. I want you on your knees like this for me all the time. Fuck. So beautiful down there.” He babbled on, sometimes making sense, sometimes not. I didn’t care. Every word was the hottest thing I’d ever heard. His always-sexy voice was laced with a darker edge— the edge of profound lust— and I found myself wishing with every ounce of want I had inside me that I was the only one who had ever inspired him to sound like that. That his past would just be gone in a puff of smoke, and there would be only me.
I would be his. His Jamie. His boy.
I waited patiently for his release, hypnotized by his voice, dreaming of belonging to him, loving every second of every slide of skin. My mouth learned the shape of his cock by heart— every swell, every vein, every ridge. I sucked it like it was my only source of sustenance.
“I’m not ready to come, but I can’t stop it,” he groaned. “Love you so much down there.”
His cock thickened noticeably in my mouth as he spoke, veins plumping, flesh growing impossibly turgid. His controlled movements never sped up, never changed, but he let out a long, agonized grunt as he erupted. I felt his load shooting down the underside of his cock, pulsing through the channel like a freshly unfurled firehose and filling my mouth with wicked hot spurts of cum.
I’d never felt anything so erotic, so carnal… I wanted it, loved it, needed it like I’d never known I needed anything in my life.
It seemed his orgasm would never stop, and still I took it and swallowed hungrily. I slurped it up and begged and whimpered for more as I felt my own cock spilling into my boxers, rhythmically echoing the warm jets of cum that Kage was shooting down my throat.
It was by far the sweetest release I’d ever known. Far better than any girl I’d ever been with, far better than any desperate, pent-up porn jerk I’d ever had. I suppose it was inevitable after so many days of watching Kage and thinking about him, needing to touch him, and of stuffing down the desire.
When Kage had finally stopped coming, and his aftershocks had all ceased, he looked down at me and shook his head as if to clear the lingering fog of lust. “Holy shit, that was amazing.” He reached down under my armpits, hoisting me easily off the floor, and I was just weak and shaky enough that I didn’t balk at being picked up like a child. He pushed me down onto the sofa and kissed my stretched and swollen lips. “Your turn,” he said.
My face went bright red, and I glanced down at my cum-soaked boxer briefs. “No need for that,” I admitted. “I’m good.”
“Oh, wow,” Kage said in a soft voice. “Baby, that’s hot. You just came like that?”
Now it was his turn to get on his knees, only I didn’t have to tell him to. He did it all on his own. He leaned in and pressed his open mouth to the fabric of my boxers, enclosing my waning erection within his warm mouth. What he was doing felt amazing, mouthing me through my wet shorts. Then he pulled them down and all the way off my legs, tossing them to the side like he had his own.
Ever so gently, he used his tongue and lips to clean me, mindful of the post-ejaculation sensitivity of the head of my dick. I shuddered at the sensation of his warm tongue dragging along my softening flesh, and of his lips nipping playfully at my inner thighs. The sheer intimacy of it all was staggering.
Once, he looked up and smiled at me as he worked. “So sweet,” he said quietly, sounding unlike himself, and my heart squeezed so hard in my chest I thought it would stop beating.
When it was all over, and we were both floating around the apartment on endorphins, Kage fixed us each a protein shake. Then he got dressed for a night run.
I had no clean underwear, so Kage tossed me a pair of his boxers. They were large, and I had to roll the waistband down once. He chuckled when he saw me doing it. “Do I need to run to the store and get you some underwear?”
“No, I’ll wear these.” In truth, he would’ve had to pry them from my cold, dead fingers. Wearing his underwear gave me a sense of being close to him, of belonging to him. In that moment, I think I understood exactly why my girlfriends had always wanted to wear my jerseys.
And why I hadn’t let them.
Kage shrugged noncommittally, but there was pride in his expression that he couldn’t disguise. He wanted it, too. Wanted to run alongside me through the streets and trails of Vegas, knowing that I was wearing his underwear, and that we’d just been in each other’s mouths.
After our run, we settled into bed together, both of us exhausted and ready to go to sleep. Kage rolled over and spooned me like he had at the infamous slumber party. Just like then, it felt so safe and comfortable in his arms, like I was meant to be there. That scared me more than I wanted to admit.