Love on the Rocks (Bar Tenders) (11 page)

“Mmm, sorry,” he murmured, leaning down for a kiss. “I couldn’t wait.”

Yena kissed him back, his hands giving Justin’s cock one last squeeze. “’S okay.”

They were both pretty sticky. Justin rolled away and said, “Let me clean you up.” From the same toiletry box, he pulled out a packet of wet wipes. “I’m like a Boy Scout. Always prepared.”

Yena chuckled at him as Justin wiped them both down. “Why, thank you so much.”

“You’re very welcome.” Justin discarded everything from the bed, then grinned at Yena. “Where’s my reward?”

Yena reached for him and they kissed, deep and languid. Justin’s ears picked up another song, as the film had kept going unnoticed. He couldn’t be distracted from Yena, too eager to sink his cock deep inside him. God, he wanted that. He was going to do this carefully, take it slow. Make Yena want to sleep with no one else but him.

Whoa, slow down
.

Justin fretted he was in over his head already, but his cock was eager to go again. Everything else got pushed out of his mind. The only thing that mattered was what they were about to do.

Justin took his time. Their kisses were long and languid. They enjoyed a mutual groping session, their cocks growing hard and slick with precome. Justin learned that Yena really liked his balls being played with, while Yena learned that the skin on Justin’s inner thighs was so ticklish it almost brought a halt to their foreplay from so much giggling.

Dark secret discovered, they moved past Justin’s ticklish thighs. Another series of kisses had them both panting, and Justin was near shaking with want. He found the lube and coated his fingers. He made himself go slow, taking the time to insert his fingers one by one, stretching his partner’s channel carefully. Yena clung to him as they kissed, messy and desperate. Justin knew he was nearly ready, could read it in his body.

He’d been careful not to touch Yena’s prostate, not wanting to send him over the edge too fast. Clearly he was very sensitive. Justin decided to brave a simple press against it, to gauge how close his partner was. Yena’s head fell back, mouth separating from Justin’s as he cried out. His entire body tensed, and Justin loved watching him.

When he withdrew his fingers, Yena looked up at him, his eyes dark and glittering. “Justin, please,” he whispered. “Give it to me.”

“Anything you want, gorgeous.” Justin opened a condom and rolled it onto his cock. Coating his shaft in lube, he shifted on the bed. Yena lay back, ready for him with his legs drawn up. Justin moved closer, running a hand down the underside of one caramel-colored thigh. He really did think Yena was beautiful, and the sight of him laid open short-circuited his brain. Justin’s gaze dropped to the small puckered entrance displayed for him. He couldn’t wait any longer and surged forward to press his cockhead against Yena’s hole.

He eased in, but it was tight. Yena tensed as the breath hissed out of him. “You’re so big.”

“Breathe, baby.” Justin reached for Yena’s cock, gripping the shaft in hand; its hardness had receded, but after a few skillful strokes it was firm again. Justin worked Yena’s cock, hoping to distract him some from the penetration. He slipped inside a little more, pushing in inch by agonizing inch. It was killing him to go this slowly, but he’d promised not to hurt Yena, and he was determined not to.

Sweat broke over Yena’s skin. Justin felt beads of sweat on himself, and swiped at his upper lip with his tongue. “Mmm. Feels so good. You okay with this?”

“Yes,” Yena groaned. “Keep going.
Fuck
.” He shifted, and his body opened more, drawing Justin that final bit inside. It felt incredible. Fully seated, Justin maneuvered his hips under Yena’s for leverage. He braced his hands on the mattress and breathed hard.

“You still want it, Yena?” He rolled his hips gently, barely moving, but Yena gasped from it.

“Oh, yes,” he breathed. “Oh, God.”

“You want it?” Justin pushed in deeper, more forceful.

Yena cried out, his hands snapping around Justin’s upper arms, nails digging in. “Oh, God, Justin, fuck me. Do it.”

Justin responded with a grunt, pulling out halfway then pushing in, slow and deep. “Mmm. Like that?”

“Oh, yeah,” he groaned. “More!”

Justin gave it to him. He pulled out and shoved back inside, making Yena cry out. He wrapped his legs around Justin’s body, and on the next thrust in he pushed up to meet him, driving Justin even deeper. Grunts and other loud noises spilled from Justin’s mouth, and in the back of his mind, he was pleased his cousin wasn’t home to hear this.

Driving in faster, Justin gripped the edge of the mattress. He fucked with deep, smooth thrusts, and Yena groaned in encouragement. His breaths were stuttered, and he watched Justin with glittering eyes. Pressure built in Justin’s balls, drawing them up. He almost lost his rhythm once, something he never normally did.

“Justin, I’m coming.” The words were breathless, and Justin leaned in to latch his mouth onto Yena’s, kissing him through his release. His gasps and moans were sexy as hell. The way his body clenched around Justin’s cock tipped him over the edge, and he sped toward orgasm. He had to wrench his mouth free in order to draw in enough air. He felt breathless, sideswiped by pleasure.

When he collapsed on top of Yena, they were both gasping. Justin blinked blindly into the dark curls of Yena’s

Chapter Nine

I
AM
in so much trouble.

Sleep eluded him, and as he listened to the sound of Yena breathing in the dark, curled against him in bed, Justin knew he was in serious trouble. How could he possibly fall for someone this quickly? When had it happened, exactly?

Exhausted, yet buzzing with nervous energy, Justin tried to pinpoint it. He went through in his mind everything from their first meeting, then their first date, to tonight. Yena’s smile, the way he spoke, the way he smelled.

Justin wasn’t thinking clearly. He knew that, and yet he couldn’t
stop
it. Couldn’t stop picturing Yena in his mind, even with him sleeping
right there
, within touching distance. Pictured him on his back, pictured the look on his face when they locked eyes as Justin pushed into him. The sounds he made when he came….

Justin’s cock grew hard. He definitely wasn’t thinking clearly. They’d already had sex twice tonight; how he possibly had any left, Justin didn’t know. And yet here he was, horny as hell.

And nervous. Very, very nervous. While Yena slept peacefully beside him.

Justin harrumphed and shifted onto his back carefully. He frowned up at his ceiling and the light fitting he’d made. Even looking at
that
brought back memories. When he was doing that project at Uni in Brighton, he’d only just got his part-time job at Rainbows.

And met Matt.

Justin took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. Then repeated it several times. His heart was still thudding.
Stop thinking about it. Stop thinking, end of
.

If only his brain would be quiet and shut down. Closing his eyes, Justin tried to meditate. Count sheep. Recite his dance steps.
Anything
. But he still heard Yena breathing next to him. A sudden, light sigh escaped Yena’s mouth, and Justin’s eyes flew open. One little sound, and he was on high alert. That sigh had almost sounded like a moan… could well have been. Was Yena dreaming about him?

His cock throbbed at the thought. Oh God, he wanted Yena to dream about him. Justin wanted this, he did. Was it too soon? How the hell did he proceed
now
?

Justin panicked away the time, and slowly the gloom gave way to morning light. Songbirds chirped happily outside. Justin couldn’t ever remember
hearing
birds near the flat before. Even the distant traffic sounds starting up sounded friendly and soothing.

Eventually, Justin’s bladder demanded attention. He craned his head to his alarm clock on the floor, seeing it wasn’t even nine yet.

Far too early to be awake
.

He gently extracted himself from the bed and pulled on his comfy bathrobe. He glanced down at Yena, still asleep. His dark curls looked wild and sexy in such a disarray. A smile tugged on Justin’s lips before he caught himself, and he made off for the bathroom with it still there.

Tara’s bedroom door was shut, so she’d gotten back from her late shift. Justin panicked anew about Tara and Yena running into each other later. He hoped it wouldn’t be too awkward. Yena might want to rush off, anyway.

That thought made Justin’s nerves jangle. The morning after. Never great, but…. Yena wouldn’t rush off, would he?

Trying to pee when he was this nervous, and also a little turned on, was difficult. Justin had to make himself calm down before it could happen. Afterward, he washed his hands and face and brushed his teeth. His hair looked all right, artfully messy. Not a whole lot different from when he styled it, really. Justin still fussed in the mirror.

When he returned to his bedroom, he was relieved Yena hadn’t woken up. Justin flung off his robe, then, as gracefully as he could, climbed back into bed.

Yena stirred as Justin settled in. He held his breath, watching as Yena’s eyes blinked open. They looked impossibly dark. Justin longed to reach out and brush some of the hair away from his face, but nerves froze his limbs. He did manage a smile, at least. “Hey.”

Yena smiled back at him, then closed his eyes again. “Mmm. What time is it?”

“Still before nine,” Justin said. He settled into the bed properly, lying down on his side. Yena moved closer, and Justin was both thrilled and terrified at that. They wriggled into position until their bodies melded, with Yena tucking his head into Justin’s neck. His breath heated Justin’s skin, and his body felt deliciously warm.

After Justin had recovered from the pleasant surprise of the embrace, the closeness of Yena’s body had him instantly horny again. His cock hardened eagerly, pressing on Yena’s stomach. In turn, Justin felt a hardening member against his hip. He grunted in appreciation and rolled his hips, seeking friction. Yena hummed in response and then pulled away, his eyes half-lidded.

“Hold up,” he said, sounding sleepy. “I need your bathroom.”

Justin bit back a grumble. “Sure, help yourself. Borrow my robe, if you want.”

He waited while Yena staggered out of bed, catching an enticing view of his naked body before he covered up with the robe. Justin scooted over in the bed, arranging himself attractively.

Hoping
he looked attractive. Why was he worrying so much?

Justin’s heart sped up again when he heard the toilet flush, then the squeaky tap in the sink. He hadn’t explained to Yena about only using the hot water tap; the cold one was bust.
Oh
well
. A few moments later, footsteps on the floorboards. Justin rearranged himself again, trying to appear relaxed when Yena reentered the room.

He looked absolutely ravishing in Justin’s powder blue bathrobe, if a little skittish. “Um… sorry about the noise,” he said, approaching the bed. “I didn’t know your tap would be so loud.”

“Oh.” Justin grinned. “It’s cool.”
I don’t care about the tap, come back to bed
. He held an arm out until Yena took the hint and removed the robe. Justin’s eyes raked over Yena’s body, all smooth skin and so inviting. His cock was firm, bobbing lightly as he moved. Justin lost all coherent thought then; the only thing he wanted—no,
needed
—was skin-to-skin contact.

Justin flipped back the covers as Yena got into bed. He pounced, pulling Yena under him, which produced a startled sound followed by a chuckle. Justin gazed into those dark eyes as he covered Yena’s body with his own, rubbing and grinding and seeking to fit. Yena parted his legs to give Justin room, his arms hooking around Justin’s shoulders. Their erections nudged together, gloriously hard. Justin kissed Yena’s mouth; he tasted toothpaste, and underneath that, the sweet tang of Yena’s own flavor.

They kissed softly at first, and then Justin opened his mouth to kiss harder, delving deep with his tongue while grinding his cock against soft skin. It wasn’t enough. Justin needed more. He couldn’t remember wanting to be inside someone this much; the need was tearing him apart. His cock leaked with want, and he could feel the wetness coming from Yena, too, slicking trails on his skin.

Yena broke the kiss, just enough to gasp in air. Justin moved his mouth to Yena’s neck, sucking sweet-smelling skin and lapping at it with his tongue. He wanted sex, wanted that connection more than anything. Yena’s body seemed willing, showing he was receptive, yet Justin found himself stalling, too nervous to voice the words.

They kissed again, Justin hoping he’d build up to asking the question. He’d do anything Yena wanted, even if it meant going without.

“Justin.” Yena broke away, his breath hot in Justin’s ear. “Get the lube.”

Hope flared in him, and Justin did as he was ordered. Slicking his fingers, he gazed down at Yena with a smile. “What do you want, gorgeous?”

He smiled back, then opened his legs in invitation, hitching his knees up. “I want you inside me,” he murmured.

“Mmm, I was hoping you’d say that.” Justin didn’t waste any time moving close to his lover, brushing his lips over the glistening head of Yena’s cock before opening his mouth. Yena panted as Justin’s mouth enveloped him and whimpered as Justin speared two fingers into his opening, slippery with lube.

Yena wasn’t as tight as before, not after all their fucking last night, but Justin still took great care as he moved his fingers, to the point of being gentle. He spread the lube, feeling around the tight channel with his fingers. His cock throbbed with want, but Justin ignored it as best he could for now. His partner was more important.

As Justin added more lube and started the internal massage in earnest, Yena writhed back on the bed, his legs twisting around Justin one moment, then spreading open the next.

“
Ahh
.” His pretty face screwed tight as he grunted. “Oh fuck, you’re good at that.”