Cast Off (9 page)

He let the music take him and soon ended up dancing with another sexy guy, this one a slim Asian guy with bleached blond hair. Again, he enjoyed dancing, teasing, touching, but despite the obvious invitation, he didn’t allow himself to be led off. This time, the guy shrugged and danced away, leaving Rick on his own. He really must be getting old, because neither of those guys, as cute as they were, looked nearly old enough to be drinking. Orgasm with a side of dirty old man? No, thank you. Definitely not what he wanted out of the evening. Hell, he might have to booty call one of his ex–fuck buddies in the hopes they wanted a simple, no-strings night.

Closing his eyes, he danced, trying to decide if he should give in and call Oscar. No, that would be a mistake. Worse than calling Davy to get Ian’s number. He ought to just consider the evening a favor for a friend and leave it at that. Go home, let his right hand provide satisfaction, and get some sleep.

The song changed and he paused for a moment. Before he could turn to head toward the door, a pair of strong hands slid around his waist, pulling him flush against warm, shirtless skin. The man behind him, though taller, was closer to Rick’s height than most of the other guys who’d demonstrated interest tonight. His shoulders were broad enough to make Rick feel oddly safe and comforted while he ground his bum against a nice hard cock. This guy fit just about perfectly with Rick.

He brought his hands up to caress a pair of lightly furred, veined forearms, and he wrapped his own arms around them, tucking them closer to his belly.

They swayed together, the chin of his faceless suitor tucked into the curve of his neck. Like Jon had done, this guy nuzzled the soft skin under Rick’s ear. Unlike with Jon, his cock filled and pushed against the fly of his pants. Faceless guy extricated one of his hands and slid it down Rick’s sweat-slicked belly, fingers teasing at a treasure trail that Rick knew could be felt more than seen with his blond fuzz.

An index finger slid under Rick’s waistband, fingernail barely grazing the sensitive slit at the tip of his penis. Rick groaned and let his head fall back against that strong shoulder. This was what he’d been searching for all night.

“I’m Steve, and I love your ass,” the guy whispered in Rick’s ear before his lips moved to Rick’s neck and sucked. Rick’s pulse sped up and he wiggled, trying to get his erection more contact with a hand that wasn’t his own.

“Hello, Steve.” Rick tried to put some of his normal flirty flounce into his words, but this guy had gotten him too hot, too fast. His tone was nothing more than a throaty invitation to take him. He was almost ready to offer his ass up in the bathroom, and it had been years since he’d wanted that from a club bunny.

Rick turned in Steve’s arms, hoping for some face-to-face action before they took this into a shadowy corner. He enjoyed a strong grip on his ass almost as much as a firm hand on his cock.

He slid his hands up into Steve’s dark hair, tugging a little to pull his head back.

Slumberous blue eyes widened in sudden recognition as Rick tugged sharply at the hair still caught in his fist. That tiny flare of eyelids was Rick’s only indication that Ian truly hadn’t realized he’d been doing his best to fuck someone he already knew. The shock of seeing Ian hadn’t diminished Rick’s erection any; he was primed to blow. How the fuck had his body recognized Ian’s touch, Ian’s smell?

Nevertheless, the unexpected but not entirely unwelcome sight of Ian allowed him to put a playful, teasing note in his words, hand still twisted in Ian’s dark hair, holding him exactly where Rick wanted him.

“Steve, darling. My name is… Kurt.” Rick didn’t give him any time to react to the fake name before he tilted Ian’s head and gave him the same lick from shoulder to ear he’d given Jon earlier. Again, the move was far more explosive than any teasing he’d done with Jon, and when Ian moaned, he shivered with power.

“You little shit,” Ian hissed. Rick couldn’t contain a cackle.

“I take it you don’t intend to call out my name when you come?” They hadn’t stepped apart, and Rick thrust his hips into Ian’s. Shock hadn’t deflated him, nor had Rick’s calculated choice of fake name.

Ian pressed him up against one of the posts that lined the dance floor. There was heated, sweaty skin on either side of him, but Rick couldn’t take his eyes off Ian. He did, however, pull his hand out of Ian’s hair, in favor of sliding it across Ian’s hard nipple.

“Why ever not, Steve?” Rick gave special emphasis to the name Steve. “It’s a short, easy name.”

“Hell no.”

Ian might not call him Kurt, even in the interest of role-playing, but he wasn’t truly upset. Not if the hardness pressing into Rick’s belly was any indication. Rick wasn’t upset either. Keepers rarely went looking for a nameless fuck in bars. Which meant it should be okay if Rick added Ian to his roster. Exactly as Rick had wanted.

“No? Please, Steve, oh please…,” Rick begged like he was almost ready to beg for some relief, amused at the disgruntled expression on Ian’s face.

“Fucking hell, Rick,” Ian muttered before he grabbed Rick’s face and swooped in for a bruising kiss.

All of Rick’s muscles froze into stunned immobility. He didn’t do this. Didn’t kiss. Not even during his frantic fuck with Ian last weekend.

Ian used tongue and lips to gain entrance to Rick’s mouth, tongue sweeping in to plunder. Rick fed Ian a little moan and his muscles moved, but they didn’t obey his brain. Instead, he kissed Ian back, the last thing he intended but almost the only thing he wanted at the moment.

Until Ian’s perfectly timed hip thrusts, matched in rhythm with the thorough tongue fucking he delivered to Rick, sensitized Rick’s dick almost to the point of no return.

Panicked, he pulled his lips away and pushed at Ian’s shoulders. “Wait, wait.”

“What?” Ian’s lips, puffy from their assault on Rick’s face, looked even more delicious than they had mere moments ago.

“I’m not coming in my pants like….” Rick was going to use the teenager analogy, but given they were surrounded by guys who were at least a decade younger than either of them, dirty old man was more apropos than ever. “Like… I’m just not.” Although if Ian didn’t stop looking so sexy, Rick might have to whip it out right here and spill on the dance floor.

“Then come home with me.” Ian’s blue eyes implored him in a way that made Rick nervous, but that didn’t change how much he wanted to say yes.

He’d only had one beer, so it must be the lust fizzling through his veins, clouding his judgment.

“Okay.”

Ian kissed him again quickly before grabbing his hand and leading him out of the club.

R
ICK
didn’t even have time to regret getting in the car with Ian again. Ian’s place was surprisingly close to Anaconda; being near Boystown had to make it easy for Ian to get laid without worrying overmuch about being outed. On the flip side, he also didn’t have time to find out how coming out to his family had gone. Or anything else about him, which was worrisome that he even wanted to know.

The need for words became secondary to pleasure as Ian pushed him against the wall in his condo. Like last week, their time out in public had fed the lust, magnifying it. Dancing made it even more intense for Rick because there were so many pheromones in the air at the club. He was ready to pop, and from all signs, Ian was ready to repeat the previous week’s sexual frenzy.

Then Ian did the most unexpected thing. He stepped back from Rick, just an inch or two, and stared into Rick’s eyes. Weren’t they going to fuck?

Ian grinned, as though he could hear Rick’s question, and swooped down, taking his mouth with all the skill and aggression he’d shown in the club. A moan vibrated his chest, but Ian’s lips and tongue muffled the sound.

Rick was unsure how to proceed, because he really didn’t kiss guys. Not on the mouth. Not like Ian was dying of thirst in a desert and Rick’s mouth the only source of water. He wiggled his hips, hoping for some cock-on-cock contact before he expired of terminal hard-on.

Pulse racing, he pulled his head away. “Are you getting some sick sort of pleasure from torturing me? Touch me already. Or fuck me. That’ll do too.”

This time, Ian’s grin was positively feral as he splayed his hands on either side of Rick’s face. “I am touching you. Just enjoy.”

Having been prepared to answer some flippant comment about bossy bottoms, he stood there stunned, again, while Ian sealed their mouths together. Having Ian’s fingers moving over his cheeks made the experience even more intimate and erotic, in a way Rick had never known. He sensed—and how, he wasn’t sure—that Ian had no intention of repeating their quick sex, no matter how much Rick cajoled or demanded. Under normal circumstances, he’d assume the guy was playing games with him and he’d just leave, but this wasn’t game playing. This was something different.

Hard and aching, he wanted nothing more than to strip their pants away and hump until he spurted, but he let Ian’s mood infect him and he dug his fingers into Ian’s shoulder instead of his waistband.

Rick had sucked a number of cocks in his lifetime and the skills he learned on cocks had to be transferable to mouths; he wasn’t content to remain passive in this unusual encounter. Ian’s quick breaths heated the skin of his cheek, and the moans he wrung from Ian gave him more pleasure than just about any blow job he’d ever given.

With glacial speed, they made their way to the bedroom, fused together at the mouth. When Ian pulled his mouth free to guide Rick to the bed, a bereft whimper welled up in his throat, but he managed to swallow it before it escaped. He didn’t know how long they’d kissed, but it had been a long fucking time and his lips tingled at the sudden lack of pressure. Ian’s lips were puffed and pink and when he licked them, Rick couldn’t stand the distance any more.

Grabbing Ian’s head, Rick pulled him back and starting kissing him. Ian didn’t resist one bit, but instead of touching his face, Ian moved his hands down to Rick’s waistband. This time, there was no disguising the whimper. God, he needed to come so bad.

By the time Ian flicked open his fly, the front of Rick’s skimpy briefs were already soaked with precum. Ian yanked his pants and briefs off, leaving Rick naked, since he’d lost his shirt somewhere between the club and Ian’s car.

“Naked.” This time, Ian obeyed Rick’s demand and stripped himself quickly and ruthlessly. Rick scooted back on the bed, but before he could ask if they should get out the lube, Ian sealed his kiss-swollen lips around one of Rick’s nipples and sucked. Strongly. Rick arched and groaned, trying desperately to get some friction on his cock. Without even trying, he knew wrapping his own hand around his cock wasn’t on Ian’s agenda.

Ian moved to the other nipple, first kissing it before closing his teeth gently around it. This was it. Rick was going to die of torture by mouth.

His heart thundered and he was just about ready to beg again when Ian moved swiftly and opened his mouth around the crown of Rick’s cock, completely stealing his breath.

Ian slid down his length, swallowing him down in one small movement, and undulated his tongue against the vein on the underside of Rick’s cock. His breath returned and he yelled as he exploded on Ian’s tongue. He wanted to reciprocate, but his vision had grayed from the force of his orgasm, and he could only lie there, paralyzed, while Ian laid himself full length against Rick’s body and rutted. A final kiss, flavored with Rick’s cum, was enough to send Ian spurting between them.

Rick must have dozed for a few moments, because the next thing he knew, he was cum-free and tucked up beside Ian, who’d turned on the television. Maybe if he’d been aware when Ian shifted them into such a cozy position he could have found the energy to grab his pants and leave, but he was oddly content to lie naked next to Ian, watching reruns.

R
ICK
slid down the wall in the hallway outside Ian’s condo and sat on the carpet to put his shoes on. This was getting to be a habit and not a good one.

He’d made those rules for a reason. A damn fine one. Now he’d broken both the sleeping one and the transportation one twice in as many weekends, as well as thoroughly ignoring the no-kissing rule.
Thoroughly
.

Once again, he’d managed to awaken early enough to sneak out of Ian’s before most anyone was up and about to witness his stealthy departure, but in the face of Ian-induced orgasms he was so fucking weak.

Stepping out into the early morning dawn, he shivered and walked to the same bus station bench he’d called a cab from last weekend. At least he had his keys and could take a taxi right to his car, since wandering around shirtless in skintight pants screamed “walk of shame,” if it didn’t scream “sexual predator.” Neither of which was a goal for a respected speech-language pathologist with a thriving practice. Be worse if he had to break into his house—again—looking like he’d been ravished.

He ran a gentle finger over his lips. Although he hadn’t taken the time to check them out in the mirror, they felt like Ian’s had looked after their marathon make-out session. Kissing for hours was like some particularly sadistic edging game, and when Ian had finally sucked him, he’d come so hard he’d almost blacked out.

Which only meant kissing was as dangerous and intimate as he’d believed when he’d made his rules, but at the same time, he thought he might not object if Ian was keen on doing that again.

Then, surprisingly, they’d lain on the bed and watched reruns of
Friends
and
Robot Chicken
. He’d been amazed that their sense of humor had been in sync. Ian had wrapped an arm around Rick, and they’d fallen asleep like that. Rick had woken up in the exact same position, and it hadn’t been easy to extricate himself without waking Ian.

Shit.

He scrubbed his face with a hand. During a commercial, Ian had mentioned exchanging phone numbers, but they’d fallen asleep before Rick had had to decide if he wanted to do that. Even now, as much as he wanted to have another night like this one, the thought of exchanging numbers with Ian made his breath come short as his throat closed in panic.