Bitter Taffy (19 page)

Derek turned and slid his wet hands through Rico’s hair, holding him in place so he could lunge into a frantic, soul-rending kiss. Rico met the kiss with hunger—
God
, he was so hungry for this man. Dinner was not enough, dessert was not enough,
sex
was not enough. The thought of this man leaning over the sink in a simple, meaningful task
for Rico
was enough to make him need, like he needed oxygen, or water, or sunlight.

Derek tried to take over, but for once Rico didn’t want his guidance or his aggressiveness—Rico just wanted
him
. He kept kissing, framing Derek’s face with his hands to make him behave, make him
yearn
for Rico like Rico yearned for him. Kiss, parted lips, moist lip, rough tongue, again, again, again, Rico fed the fires of Derek’s need until Derek was back against the sink, groaning deep from his stomach, hands shaking as much as Rico’s.

“Bed,” he begged. “Bed. This time we were gonna make it to—”

“Fuck bed,” Rico rasped, and he sank to his knees, taking Derek’s shorts and underwear with him.

Oh man. Something primal and real about actually
seeing
another man’s cock, about grasping it, seeing his own brown hand wrapped around its pale length… God, it shook Rico in his vitals, made what they were doing intimate and real. Derek wasn’t quite hard yet, and Rico stroked him loosely, enjoying the slip and slide of the foreskin around the bell.

“You’re playing,” Derek accused.

Rico pulled the little hood back and licked the head experimentally, and Derek closed his eyes and let a long hissing breath escape. “You’re complaining?” Rico asked, letting his breath dust the damp, pink tenderness.

“Never seen one of those before?” Derek asked.

Rico prodded the space under Derek’s foreskin with his tongue, then pulled the hood up experimentally, trying to see if he could keep his tongue trapped and wriggling. The maneuver didn’t work, but it did make Derek let out a whimper of raw want.

“Nope.” Rico played, pulling the hood between his lips and licking the extra skin like he wanted to do with Derek’s nipples.

Derek didn’t respond, and Rico looked up. He had one hand up under his shirt and was kneading his own chest, pinching restlessly.

“Ooh,” Rico breathed. “I was just thinking about—”

“Please don’t tease me,” Derek said nakedly. “Oh hells, Rico—”

He kept his eyes open and locked his gaze with Derek’s as he opened his mouth and engulfed the head, taking it in the back of his throat and holding the base to make up the extra. Derek leaned back against the sink and groaned, raising one hand to massage Rico’s scalp.

Rico would have smiled if his mouth hadn’t been stretched wide, and he swallowed to take it deeper.

“Nungh.”

Rico pulled back and licked around the head and then thrust forward again, squeezing the base, letting his spit make Derek’s cock sloppy. Derek was fully hard now, and the foreskin slid up and back as Rico stroked. The idea of it sliding over the widely flared thick bell and slipping down made Rico shudder. He pulled back with his fist and put his mouth over the cap, slithering his tongue around the head some more, feeling the silk of the skin, the looseness, the rigid strength of the shaft.

His thighs were starting to burn as he squatted, but except for that, he thought he could pull Derek’s cock into his mouth and release it until the end of time.

Derek thought different.

He tightened his hold in Rico’s hair and canted his shoulder back so he could rest his hand on the counter behind him. Rico gave a particularly hard suck, and Derek shook. Precome, tangy and sweet, hit Rico’s tongue, and his throat convulsed.

“Harder,” Derek whispered. “Grab my balls—”

Rico tightened his stroke and moved his other hand from Derek’s thigh to his hanging testicles, fondling gently.

“
Harder
!” Derek begged.

Rico tightened his hand just a little, tugged ever so slightly, and Derek moaned from deep in his stomach. He cried out, and again, then held Rico’s head still and thrust into his mouth until Rico gagged, letting his jaw drop a little. Semen filled his mouth, dribbled out, and Derek kept coming, thrusts shorter as Rico struggled to swallow, to hold him, to take it all.

The frenzy ended, and Derek’s cock flopped limply out. Rico wrapped both arms around Derek’s waist and buried his face against a sweaty thigh as Derek caught his breath. That hand in his hair relaxed, massaging gently, as the two of them remembered simple things, like breathing and standing and squatting on the kitchen floor.

“Rico?” Derek’s voice sounded breathy and a little uncertain.

“Yeah?”

“Can we move to the bed
now
?”

Rico shuddered, his groin giving a vicious throb as his vision of sinking into Derek’s flesh and giving him everything returned. “We got lube?”

Derek shuddered. “Yeah,” he rasped.

“Gimme a hand up.”

Derek’s hand was damp in his, but he pulled Rico right up to him. Sweat made his face glossy, and his sandy hair clung to his forehead. His shirt was rucked up around his chest and his pants were still in a puddle around his feet. He looked delicious and used and dirty, and Rico wanted to roll around in him and soak up his smell.

Derek palmed the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss, a ruthless, messy, come-swapping kiss, and Rico groaned, needy and at Derek’s mercy all over again.

That was okay. Mutual. The feeling was mutual. They would go to bed and roll like sweaty puppies and stay there until they smelled like each other.

Like family.

B
ED
WAS
just as lovely as Derek had promised.

They kissed naked for what felt like hours, until Rico’s cock leaked steadily and even Derek was hard again.

Rico explored everywhere: Derek’s mostly smooth chest; his tiny, tan nipples; the sensitive spot by the freckle under his ribs. He nibbled the crease under the cut of his stomach and ducked when Derek giggled like a tickled child.

Then he rolled Derek to his stomach and spread his thighs with both hands, diving into the crease of his ass like he’d dreamed of, licking, probing, fingering, until Derek was gasping into his pillow, mindless and begging, loose and ready.

Rico shuddered as he pulled to his knees, grabbing the lube from under the pillow. He dribbled it cold down the cleft of Derek’s cheeks and then spread them, letting the slick mingle with the spit and softness and blowing gently on the tender pinkened opening.

Derek, sensitized, driven mad by teasing, screamed into the pillow. “
Please
!”

Rico positioned himself so quickly, Derek’s scream was still vibrating the bed. He thrust slowly, because he wanted it to be good.

The sound—the hissing, sobbing, happy groan—that Derek let loose shivered through Rico’s spine.

His body’s focus narrowed to that One. Specific. Part. And that One. Specific. Part. Was sheathed tightly, stroked by Derek’s clenching muscles, swelling in its prince’s chamber, even as Rico started to rock back and forth.

Lost. He was lost inside Derek, lost in his body and his heat, in his joy. Derek gibbered and begged for
Rico
. Rico wanted to please him, would do anything, fucked him into the mattress, oh yes, oh God,
please
let him make Derek happy, let him be part of that joy, part of that pleasure, that glorious explosion of the two of them, bodies carnal, hearts thundering like the same horse.

Derek’s cries grew sharper, and Rico adjusted his angle, suddenly right there.

“I’m gonna… oh Derek, I’m gonna—”

“
Come
!” Derek screamed, body rocking, clenching on Rico as he came.

Hips pistoning, ass clenching, cock
screaming
,
locked in a sensual vise, Rico lost all control of his body, of his sex, pounding inside Derek blindly, his entire being exploding, sparkling with nerve-ending fireworks as his balls swelled and clenched and he came.

“Oooh….” Oh, his come sliding in the oven of Derek’s body felt heavenly, and he spilled it in great spurts, until his well ran dry and only the twitches of the end of climax remained.

He collapsed on top of Derek, their bodies mashing together, slick with sweat.

“Don’t move,” Derek mumbled. “Stay right there.”

“Yeah, good,” Rico said back, content with the world as he’d never been. “Not moving.”

“You know, I haven’t come three times in a day since I was seventeen,” Derek said conversationally, his voice muffled by his pillows and the mattress and Rico’s body on top of him.

“You were a randy fucker,” Rico teased, “because I always stopped at once.”

Derek laughed, dirty, his body shaking. Rico slid out of him and to the side, closing his eyes as the overhead fan dusted their bodies with cool, cool air.

“Yeah, well, I just couldn’t find anybody like you to bang me,” Derek said, grinning.

It was Rico’s turn to be shy. “I, uh… I mean, I never uhm—”

“Topped?” Derek moved way too quickly for the moment, pushing himself up in a panic, and Rico had to stop that industry at once.

“No, I topped,” he corrected. “I just… not like
that
.”

Derek’s smile relaxed, and he was a dirty-minded teenager again. “Like what?” he asked, eyes lasciviously wide.

Rico responded with a slow, smug smile of his own. “I’ve never made anyone scream for it,” he admitted. And suddenly he was matching Derek’s cockiness, his playfulness, grin for grin. “I, uh, never fucked anyone until they couldn’t talk before,” he said, his chest swelling a little for pride. And just that sudden, his words became real. “I’ve never trusted anyone enough to be that… that powerful.” Of course, there had only been Ezra, but they’d been so tender with each other.

Derek was stronger than that. Derek was made for loud, sweaty, playful sex, and tender touches afterward.

Rico gazed into those blue eyes and ran an easy hand down Derek’s naked thigh. “You’re just so damned happy,” he said, giving a little pop to Derek’s backside.

Derek smiled at him lazily. “Well, yanno, I just got
laid
. That makes a guy happy.”

Rico shook his head, not wanting to wax lyrical about all of Derek’s good points right now. He was too busy letting his heart swell with them. “As long as I can
keep
you happy,” he said, a little serious.

Derek nodded, then rolled over and kissed his shoulder. “Here, I’m going to go wash up and get us some ice cream. Meet you back here in five minutes.”

“Ice cream?” Rico asked, struggling to sit up. “In bed?”

Derek nodded like it was the most logical thing in the world. “Yes. Ice cream and boxer shorts. At least for me—man, my shit gets in the
way
.”

Rico eyed his rather impressive “shit.” “Yes,” he said dryly. “I would imagine.”

Derek’s smile showed all his teeth. “Well, there’s always a price to pay,” he bragged.

Rico snorted. “Yeah, well, you appear to be rich in that area,” he said. “I’m not feeling any pity.”

Rico was pretty much as sexed out as he’d ever been in his life, but Derek’s laughter, wicked and suggestive, made his stomach flutter and clench. “Good,” he said smugly. “I’ll be back in a sec.”

He walked down the hall into the bathroom. Rico waited until his washing-up sounds stopped before venturing in there himself with his own boxer shorts. The tub and shower were pretty small—the entire house, actually, spoke to snug efficiency. Rico liked that idea. Derek himself was larger than life, but not on purpose. His joy and his enthusiasm made him that way, but he didn’t buy the big ostentatious house or brag about his tailor or even try to cull an exclusive client list to be that way.

He just was.

Rico came out of the bathroom and Derek called, “Get back in bed! I’m bringing ice cream and cookies, and it’s not nearly as decadent in the kitchen!”

“Roger that,” Rico called back, smiling. He went into the bedroom, straightened the comforter, and plumped the pillows so they could sit on the bed and eat. He’d just finished when Derek came in, each hand holding a bowl with two Oreos balanced on the edge.

“You do know this is our second dessert,” Rico said, taking his bowl from Derek and scooting to the far side of the bed so Derek could sit down.

“Yeah, but I always crave ice cream after good sex,” Derek said seriously. “I mean”—he grinned, wicked and sensual—“I stocked up. So I’ve got rocky road, vanilla, and salted caramel too. Different flavor for each night.”

Rico laughed, pushing himself back into the pillow, before taking a bite of vanilla and Oreo. “If we weren’t having sex to earn this, it would make us fat,” he said, but he didn’t repent a single bite.

“Yup,” Derek said. He turned his spoon in his mouth and sucked on it until it was shiny clean. Then he went for another bite. And when he was done with that and had licked the ice cream delicately from his palate, they began to talk.

Sometimes a late-night conversation in bed over ice cream could be a religious experience.

No, man! Transformers all the way. You didn’t play with those? Adam used to make all these giant battle machines, right, and I would be the little human who ran interference for the superhero.

Dude, you didn’t want to be the giant robot?

I hate guns. I couldn’t have gone into the military like my cousin, not on your life.

And:

Yes, I woke up with no eyebrows. I swear to God, my sister used Nair as a face cream and left it on the washcloth. It wasn’t until I went downstairs the next morning, my eyes all burning and shit, that my mom made the connection. And we
both
looked like victims of a nuclear accident too. God, I started telling people I had the mange just so they’d leave me alone about the Nair!

She sounds terrifying. Who did she marry again?

Hale was a friend of mine from school. He went to college to be an actuary, but he’s working at my dad’s store. Man deserves sainthood. I’d
pay
him to keep her out of my hair.