Can’t Hide My Love (6 page)

“You are so fucking hot and appealing. I want you,” Alec growled.

Preston shivered, knowing exactly what Alec meant. Their gazes stayed locked as Alec reached between them, his hand sliding lower, over Alec’s belly button, past the little trail of hair that pointed down, all the way to his dick. They both let out an explosive breath when Alec wrapped his fingers around Preston’s cock and stroked up and down. Alec taking the initiative was sexy, and made him want Alec more than he’d ever wanted any woman.

Alec tugged at Preston’s underwear, shoving them over his hips to the floor then stepped away.

“Will you stay like this while we eat?”

Alec’s question shocked the hell out of Preston. “What, naked?”

Alec chuckled then grabbed the food and his sweater. “Which way to the kitchen.”

“Wait, you’re not going to leave me like this, are you?”

Alec turned to face him, “What do you suggest I do?”

Preston didn’t know what to say. He wanted to come, to feel Alec’s lips, or hands wrapped around him as he was pushed to orgasm. He was so close he could probably get there with only a few strokes from his own hand, but dammit, he wanted Alec to do the honors.

Preston glanced down at his dick and then back to Alec. The man had the gall to chuckle before placing the food back on the entry table and dropping to his knees. There was no hesitation, no talking, just Alec sucking down on him, his hands possessive on Preston’s hips.

In the past, blowjobs had been okay. Back in college, he’d played around a bit and more than a handful of girls had sucked him. They’d done well enough at the task, getting him off eventually, but Alec was a master. Preston’s knees were weak, his head spinning as he fought to stay upright. Alec didn’t just bob up and down on his dick. No, his tongue swirled around the tip, and his fingers—God, his fingers were on Preston’s balls, touching, grazing, stroking him to bliss.

“Now—” Preston yelled, his orgasm cutting off any further words. Somehow he managed to stay standing, which was a miracle in itself.

Alec stood and swiped his thumb over his lips before pushing Preston against the door, propping him up. “Suck it,” Alec said. At first Preston had no clue what Alec was talking about then he felt the pressure of Alec’s thumb at his lips. He opened, and sucked in Alec’s thumb, tasting his own cum.

Their gazes were locked, the situation erotic as hell as Alec slid his thumb into Preston’s mouth then pulled out slowly before sliding it in again. He’d never sucked another man’s thumb, but this was fucking sexy.

Alec leaned in close, his lips by Preston’s ear and he whispered, “The next time you want to be sucked, all you have to do is ask.”

Alec took his thumb away and Preston wanted to complain, instead he nodded then cleared his throat, “Thanks, that was...I don’t know, amazing seems way too overused.”

Alec kissed his cheek, “I’m starving, let’s eat.”

“Don’t you want...you know, want me to...”

“Later, right now, I’m hungry and your offering wasn’t enough to sustain me.”

Preston’s cheeks heated again as he followed Alec. He guessed blushing was going to be a common problem when he was with this man. But damn, Alec looked fine in his jeans. It was weird how acclimated he was to being with another guy. Of course it helped that the guy was Alec. He’d had a hell of a crush on Alec in high school so it shouldn’t be surprising to him at all.

“What’s that look for?” Alec asked.

“Nothing.”

“You can tell me.” Alec started opening cabinets, his frown deepening as he didn’t find what he was looking for.

“What do you need?”

Alec spun around and leaned against the counter. “For you to tell me what you’re thinking. The plates, I can find on my own, your kitchen isn’t that big.”

“I don’t know what I was thinking.” He didn’t want to say out loud the truth because then it would be real.

“Sure you do, it’s your thoughts.” Alec started going through his kitchen again, finally finding the plates, then he started searching in the drawers. Preston stepped forward and opened the silverware drawer.

“Maybe I know what my thoughts were, and I just don’t know how to tell you.”

“Just spill. I’ll serve us up food and you can talk.”

“I need my clothes on first.”

Alec reached out and grabbed him, not letting him go. “No, tell me naked. Don’t hide behind getting dressed or trying to look a certain way.”

A hollow pit opened up inside and he didn’t know if he could tell Alec the truth. He started to speak then closed his mouth before finding the words. “I had the biggest crush on you in school.”

“Really?”

“I was afraid of what it meant. I’d see you and want you, but then I’d get angry. I was so rude and mean, and, God, I’m sorry, but...fuck, this is hard.”

“Tell me over dinner. Come on, let’s go sit.”

“Do I have to stay naked?” Preston’s heart was hammering, his mind spinning, He was on the verge of blurting it all out and yet he didn’t know if he could.

Alec stepped close and cupped his face. “No you don’t. You can put on clothes. I do like looking at your body, but you don’t have to stay naked.”

“I wake to dreams of you in my arms. Sometimes we’re just kissing, other times I’m holding you down, fucking you. When I’m with girls and I close my eyes, I always see you. You’re in all of my wet dreams, all of my fantasies unless I work to kick you out. I need you. I’ve always needed you but was too damn proud to say anything.” The rush of words spilled out, and though he’d not wanted to divulge everything, he couldn’t hold back.

Alec leaned his forehead against Preston’s and stayed like that for a long moment. “I didn’t know,” Alec whispered.

“How could you have? I was an ass, and then that one time—” Preston shivered and tears pricked the back of his eyes. “That one time, hell, I was so mean. I should have stuck around and...I don’t know. I wanted to, but I was afraid.”

“I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere.”

He blew out a breath, and tried to smile but it fell flat. “I can’t—damn, this is hard.”

“You’re not out, I get that,” Alec said.

“I’m not gay either.” The denial felt hollow as he said it, taunting him with the cold hard truth. But he wasn’t sure he could actually face the truth.

“Does it really worry you that much?”

“What, being gay? I’m not, I can’t be. Do you realize how many guys get naked in front of me?”

Alec stepped back and cupped his chin. “Let’s eat. We can talk about it.”

Preston grabbed his plate and set it on the table. “Okay, now I’m cold.”

“Go grab some sweats or something warm. Later, after we eat we can strip down and snuggle under the blankets.”

Before he walked out of the kitchen he turned back to Alec. “Thanks.”

“For?”

“Everything.”

Preston smiled to himself as he found his underwear and pulled them on. Alec had a way of making him drop all of his defenses, pushing away the fear, and somehow breaching the impossible, finding a way to make being gay seem okay. He froze and shook his head. Fuck, he really wasn’t...or was he gay?

“You coming back? I might be hungry enough to eat your food, too,” Alec called out.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. Let me grab my shirt.”

He stepped out of the bedroom and paused, watching as Alec set the table and placed the food in the center between their plates. It would be easy getting used to having Alec in his life. It felt right being with the man. There wasn’t the pretense he felt he had to put on when he was with a woman. He’d spent so much energy trying hard to be normal, and with Alec it was easy to be himself.

During dinner they talked about Preston’s fear. Alec understood and wasn’t going to press him on coming out. Though Alec did make a point of mentioning he was out to his friends, but he saw no reason for his students to know the details of his personal life.

After he’d put away the leftovers, Preston came up behind him, massaging his shoulders and kissing his neck. He stilled and let Preston do whatever he wanted. It was sweet the way Preston held him close, his movements almost hesitant then bold. When Preston reached around to the front of Alec’s body and cupped his pecs, he thought Preston was confused at first since he didn’t have boobs. Then Preston started rubbing his thumbs over Alec’s nipples, grazing the sensitive flesh. The zing of arousal shot straight to Alec’s cock, making him hard.

“So good,” Alec moaned.

“You like that?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Are you going to spend the night here?” Preston asked.

He spun around, needing to see the expressions on Preston’s face. “Do you want me to?”

Preston nodded and his lips curved up in a smile. “It would be nice to have you in my bed—well, with me in it.”

Alec laughed. “Yeah, the other night I wanted to be with you, but...”

“I get it. I was drunk and it would have been wrong.” Preston took Alec’s hand and started moving to the bedroom.

“Yeah, you probably would have been pissed once you’d really sobered up.”

“Most likely would have been. But I have to say that the next morning, that was amazing.”

“Very.”

Preston paused in the doorway to his bedroom. His upper teeth sunk into his lower lip, and he cut his eyes to the bed then back to Alec.

“I bought condoms and lube yesterday.”

“Really?” Excitement raced through Alec. The tingling started in his chest and raced lower. He’d had so many fantasies about this. “Are you sure?”

Preston glanced to the door than back to Alec. “I think so.”

“You need to be sure. We don’t have to do it this time either. There’s no rush.”

“God, you’re so nice. I really do want to, I’m just not sure I’m ready. I’ve been looking at stories on the internet—”

“Stop right there.” Alec leaned in and kissed him, slowly sliding his lips over Preston’s taking his time to taste his man. “We can take this very slow. I don’t have to—”

Preston held up his hand. “I just don’t know what it’s like. I’m a little afraid, that’s all, but I want to do it.”

“It will hurt.”

Preston sucked his lower lip into his mouth and nodded. “I’d like to maybe freshen up a bit before we...you know.”

“Sure. I’ll hang out here until you’re ready.”

Preston nodded and went into his bedroom, closing the door to his bathroom. Alec leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. He was going to be fucking Preston Gentry, but the name no longer represented some mythical unicorn, or bastion of sanctity, instead it was attached to a living breathing man whom he cared for.

He decided to give Preston some real privacy and closed the door to his bedroom before turning on the TV. He needed something to take his mind off being balls deep in Preston.

About twenty minutes later Preston came out wrapped in a towel, his hair wet, and his body carrying the scent of fresh soap. Alec turned off the television and moved to Preston, grabbing the towel from around his waist, exposing him.

Preston yelped and grabbed for the towel. “Hey, what are you doing?”

“I want to shower, too. I need a towel.”

“But—”

“Besides, you’re cute naked.”

Preston laughed and shook his head. “You’re incorrigible.”

He nodded and leaned in to kiss Preston’s cheek. “Just give me five minutes and I’ll be done.”

Preston stayed close to Alec, following him into the bathroom. Preston looked nervous as he stood in the doorway, his hands crossed over his chest, his legs crossed at the ankles. Alec removed his shirt and Preston’s eyes bugged out then his face turned pink.

“Sorry, I can give you some privacy,” Preston said.

“No need. Watch if you want.”

Alec popped the button on his jeans and then slowly slid his zipper lower. He had Preston’s full attention as he shoved his pants over his hips. Preston licked his lips and his dick started to fill out.

Once naked, Alec turned the shower spigot on and stepped in. The warm water rushed over his face and down his body. He closed his eyes and let the fantasies of he and Preston together play out, his cock going hard. He wanted Preston in here with him, but more than that, he wanted Preston to need him.

Preston still seemed to cling to the hope that he wasn’t gay. Maybe he was bi, but it seemed that Preston didn’t even want to admit that. So tonight, as he showered, he was going to put on a seductive show, reeling Preston in and keeping him close.

With the soap in his hand, Alec rubbed it slowly over his body. He opened his eyes and found Preston staring at him, his lips parted and his dick hard. Their gazes locked and Alec took it to the next level, stroking his cock as he licked his lips. He saw Preston shiver and that caused him to smile. He had Preston, no doubt about it.

Alec finished quickly in the shower and got out, reaching for the towel Preston had used earlier. Once dry, he tossed the towel over the rack and then moved to stand in front of Preston.

“Are you really ready for this?”

Preston nodded. “Yes, I think so.”

“We can just go cuddle on your bed, you don’t have to—”

Preston placed his hand on Alec’s chest, stopping his words. “I want to have you inside of me.”

“Okay, then come here and let me kiss you.” Alec wrapped Preston in his arms, holding him close. Their bodies pressing up against each other was almost magical, starting a tingle deep in his chest that spread down his arms and legs. He’d been with others, done some crazy shit at one time, but this went beyond anything he’d ever experienced before.

Everywhere Preston touched made his skin feel different. He was flying with this man, no longer attached to the earth. They soared above all of the worries and problems, leaving behind the issues here. He could be happy with Preston like he’d never been happy before.

Preston pulled out of the kiss and Alec whimpered, wanting more of the man’s delicious mouth. But there was more than just kissing that he wanted and needed. Now that his eyes were open, he couldn’t get enough of the sight of Preston. Alec could stare at him all day and night.

“Come on, I want you now.” Preston led him to the bed and dropped to the mattress, moving to the center, adjusting so he had a pillow under his head. His legs were relaxed and spread a little, allowing room for his balls to drop.