Men of London 05 - Cross to Bare (16 page)

“Leslie dared me to wear these damn new shoes he’s bought. Six-inch stilettos. I couldn’t resist the challenge. Trouble was, I got one of them caught in a piece of loose carpeting and went arse over face down the stairs. Leslie couldn’t stop laughing until he realised I’d actually hurt myself. Then he broke out the chamomile tea. That stuff is vile. Never let Leslie know you’re upset. He’s like a pit bull on steroids when he tries to get you to drink the damn stuff. ”

Brook chuckled. “I’ll bear that in mind. He sounds like a pretty formidable character, this Leslie of yours.”

“You have no idea,” was Lenny’s muffled reply.

“How badly did you fall? Is it your lower back that hurts…like here?” He moved up Lenny’s back and gave a few strong strokes up his lower back muscles. He kneaded the flesh, trying to work out the knots there. His lover flailed like a salmon out of water and cried out, wriggling underneath him. It didn’t help Brook’s horny state of mind at all.

“Ow, that bloody hurts. Yes, there, you big bully. Right there, where you pushed my back into my stomach.”

Brook ignored his lover’s indignant complaint and continued his massage, pressing a little more gently, using his thumbs to ease the strain of the muscles. “You definitely did a right number when you fell,” he murmured as he trailed his fingers idly down Lenny’s tanned and shining skin. “That’ll teach you to try competing to wear six-inch heels with these younger types who have more flexibility in their bodies.”

Lenny’s head slowly turned, and the laser glare directed at Brook was worthy of a
Star Wars
fight scene. “Fuck you, bitch.”

Brook couldn’t hold back his laughter at those words. “Well, you are over thirty now,” he teased as he continued his stroking up Lenny’s back and ribs. “It’s time to break out the rocking chair and slippers.”

Lenny swore filthily and squirmed underneath him again, trying to turn around. Brook lowered his weight across Lenny’s back, relishing the feel of his hot skin against his lover’s own oiled body. Lenny stilled.

Brook whispered in his ear. “Stop wriggling. It’s making me damned horny and I’ll never finish this massage. You need it. You’re as tense as hell.”

“That’s not the only place I’m tense,” Lenny muttered. “My dick is going to bore a hole through this mattress in a minute. I’ve changed my mind. Maybe it’s time to stop the massage and do some other form of stroking.”

Brook shook his head. As much as he liked that idea, Brook could tell Lenny needed this TLC from the tightness of his back, and Brook wanted to make him wait. It would be all the more worthwhile.

“Wait a little while longer,” he murmured, sitting up and continuing his careful exploration of Lenny’s body. “Patience. Just lie there and relax.”

Lenny grumbled into his pillow and Brook watched his lover’s eyes close as he settled in to enjoy Brook’s ministrations. For a while Brook lost himself in the slow movement of his hands, the feel of warm, pliable skin under his fingers and the focus on giving his man what he needed to rid him of the strained muscles in his back.

With a soft sigh, he leaned back, hands aching, and gently swept the last remaining vestiges of oil over Lenny’s backside and hips. “I think that should do it,” he muttered, wiping his oily hands on his chest. “I got most of the knots out, and hopefully that’ll feel better.”

There was no reply. “Baby, are you still with me?”

A soft snore was the only response he got and Brook grinned. The fact Lenny seemed to have fallen asleep was definitely something he’d be teasing him about when he woke up. His boyfriend had a particular vulnerability about his age and now Brook had more ammunition.

“Old man fell asleep on me,” he said to the empty room. “I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or not.” He gazed down at the sleeping man, whose eyelashes lay black against his cheeks, his mussed blond hair and pink lips slightly open. The rush of feeling Brook had for Lenny both scared and elated him. He knew he’d fallen hard—about that there was no doubt.

It wasn’t a case of understanding what made the man work or what Lenny had to give anymore. It was a case of Brook accepting whatever he had to offer, accepting who he was and living with anything that was thrown at him. Brook didn’t think he had a choice. Having none of Lenny was far worse than having all of him—having
both
of them. Brook leaned down and planted soft kisses down Lenny’s oil-glossed spine. The dozing man murmured softly but didn’t wake up, his lips curving in a smile. Brook gave one last kiss to that special spot where his man’s back ended and his arse began and climbed off the warm body below him. He draped the duvet loosely over the still body, stood watching him for a minute then sighed.

Okay. So no booty call right now. That sucks.

Brook went and washed his hands then climbed into bed beside his snoring lover. There was a simple joy in curling up beside a warm, scented body, a feeling of deep-down comfort as he headed into sleep.

Chapter 12

Brook woke to a distinctively pleasurable feeling in his groin. Heat surrounded his morning wood and he murmured in pleasure, lifting the cover to see what the hell was going on.

Lenny’s blond head didn’t even look up as it bobbed like a cork on water. The noise of licking, sucking and a little slurping made Brook’s backside raise itself from the mattress and push his dick upwards towards the talented, heated cavern of Lenny’s mouth.

“I like this way you have of waking me up,” he managed to groan in between deep breaths. “I think perhaps it should become a regular thing.” He hissed as Lenny’s tongue swiped a deep lick up the underside of his cock. His boyfriend lifted his head and his beautiful eyes regarded him with a definite twinkle.

“You massaged me last night; I wanted to repay the favour. With my tongue.” He went back down again and Brook closed his eyes, his crotch flooding with heat, and tingling and prickles and, fuck, anything else that was classed as a good sensation in this world. Lenny gave the best blowjobs.

“Maybe you should switch around and get up here, so I can suck you too,” Brook panted, in between trying not to lose control too soon.

The tongue that was currently burying itself between his balls stopped as its owner considered the potential benefits of the offered sixty-nine.

“That works for me,” Lenny said, giving a last, deep tug of the cock in his mouth. He scrambled up Brook’s body and got comfortable. Brook found himself with a warm, scented man kneeling above him and an enthusiastic hard-on being pushed between his lips. He gripped Lenny’s hips, pulling him closer into his wanting mouth, gasping as his lover’s lips found Brook’s dick again and rough fingers fondled his balls.

Brook breathed in the scent of sweat, musk, soap and vanilla-scented oil. He enjoyed sucking, licking and returning the favours currently being bestowed upon him. For good measure, he reached for the lube that was always kept under his pillow, and opened it to dribble some on his fingers. Then he pushed on his cock as Lenny pushed back onto his hand.

Brook groaned at the loss of the welcome heat of Lenny’s mouth around him when his man lifted his head and panted, “More fingers please. Suck me at the same time.” Those words spurred him on to push more digits inside Lenny. He found that nirvana spot at the same time he deep-throated Lenny again. The moan that reverberated around his dick as Lenny manfully kept up the pressure on Brook’s cock was an aphrodisiac itself in its need.

Both men grunted, slick with sweat, the room filled with the smell of sex. Brook’s climax built and he gasped. “Lenny, babe, incoming.”

Lenny’s warm mouth left his cock and instead he kissed Brook’s hip, nipping at the skin with sharp teeth. Brook’s climax washed over him and he came, gasping loudly and giving a yell worthy of an Indian brave. As Brook’s sensitive body twitched and spasmed in the aftermath of his orgasm, Lenny lifted his head and looked back, face twisted in desire and desperation.

“Make me come, please. Push your fingers inside me. Go harder…I need to feel you.” Brook did what he was told, twisting and hitting the spot that drove a man crazy. He let Lenny’s slick cock slide out of his mouth and watched Lenny’s body shudder with the force of his orgasm as Brook was coated with come. Lenny rolled off and crawled up to kiss Brook, his mouth still tasting of Brook’s essences.

“Some wakeup party. I could make a habit of this.”

“You and me both.” Lenny gave a contented sigh and snuggled into the protective circle of Brook’s arms.

“You do realise we’re both supposed to be at work?” Brook murmured as he dozed. “I know you’re the boss so you can get away with not going in. Me, I’ve got a boss to answer to so I guess I’ll call in and tell him I’m working from home this morning. I do have a meeting I need to get to this afternoon at the office though, so I can’t spend all day in bed with you.”

Lenny grunted and shifted closer to Brook, splaying his hands over his stomach and trailing them down his sides. “I’ll text the Leslie minion in a moment, tell him I’ll be in late. I have to go in today, for lunchtime, though. Mr Miyagi is coming back in for yet another meeting on silk fabrics manufacture.”

Brook glanced down. “Isn’t that the name of the guy in
The Karate Kid
? Is that really your customer’s name?”

Lenny’s lips curved in a smile. “No. His real name is Akito Yosuke Hanaka but we call him AK for short because it’s such a mouthful. He’s pretty cool, one of the New Age mod businessmen. He’s only thirty-two years old and heir to both a shipping empire and a fabric manufacturing plant. He’s also extremely sexy eye candy, let me tell you. The man looks like Shun Oguri. Quite delicious…”

Brook sat up.
This
was the guy his boyfriend had been at the office with until quite late? Some sexy young Japanese stud muffin? And was going back to be with again?

“Who?” he asked, feeling a little put out at Lenny’s obvious admiration. “Never heard of him.”

Lenny waved an airy hand. “Well, unless you have a taste for Japanese films, something I
might
do on occasion, I doubt you’d recognise him. He was in this awesome film called
Crows Zero
. Hot teenage students and violence.” He shivered theatrically. “Gives me gooseflesh thinking about it.” He grinned and picked up his mobile from the side of the bed. Brook watched his fingers fly furiously across the screen.

“Yeah?” Brook scowled. “Bully for him. So what does he think of Laverne then?”

Lenny chuckled loudly as he put his phone back on the table. “Oh, he’s absolutely fascinated with her. It turns out he’s a big fan of
kabuki
and has even been known to perform an
onnagata
role now and then with a local theatre company. When he was a lot younger, of course.” He cocked a devilish eye at Brook and fluttered his eyelashes camply. “
Onnagata
is when men dress as women—”

“I know what it is,” Brook growled. “Son of a foreign diplomat and a UN translator, remember? When I was a teenager, we were stationed in Tokyo for six months in between Mum’s postings. She speaks Japanese.”

Lenny’s face lit up. “Really? I’d love to hear that sometime. I love the language. What other languages does she speak?” His mobile pinged; he picked it up then gave a loud delighted laugh. “That young man is incorrigible.”

“What young man?” Brook was becoming decidedly pissed off with all these other young men being flaunted in his face. He wanted to throw Lenny back against the pillows and show him exactly who he belonged to. And didn’t that thought make him all flustered and confused. He’d never thought of owning someone like that before.

“Leslie.” Lenny gave him a sly grin. “He has this fascination with your dick. Little slut texted me back saying I obviously got some and he hoped it was as good as he imagined given that you’re, you know…” He clamped his lips shut, looking uncomfortable.

“What?” Brook was interested. They talked about his dick between them? This was becoming a bit like a dirty porn film in the making.

Lenny rushed ahead. “He seems to think I’m a lucky man and you have this huge cock. While he’s not mistaken—it
is
a good size—he thinks you’re hung like King Kong.” He broke off abruptly and flushed. Brook was fascinated at the way Lenny’s face turned bright red. He’d never seen that shade of tomato before. He suppressed the rising laughter in his chest as he waited with interest to see what could possibly come next. Could his man get any more adorable?

“Oh shit,” Lenny stammered, holding one hand to his heated cheek like a damsel in distress, “I didn’t mean to call you a gorilla or anything racist, it was an unfortunate turn of phrase and now…fuck, I’m making a real mess of this, aren’t I?”

Brook couldn’t help it. Lenny’s lips needed shutting up so he did that, pulled him against his chest and proceeded to kiss the ever-loving crap out of him. The kissing led to a more— a lot more. Before they had time to think about anything, they were once again lying side by side, panting with exertion, sweaty, fulfilled and definitely not wanting to leave the comfort of Brook’s rumpled and distinctly ripe-smelling bed.

“I love having you in me,” Lenny whispered drowsily as he lay with his head on Brook’s chest, his hair matted and sticky. “My King Kong man…I certainly will never be telling that little whippersnapper at work how nicely you fill me up.”

Brook didn’t reply. He was too tired and worn out from satisfying an insatiable Lenny. The man had a streak in him of liking his sex rough and dirty. Brook wasn’t complaining, but it did take a lot of effort to please his lover.

“I never did get to know what other languages your mum speaks,” Lenny murmured.

Brook roused himself enough to reply. “She speaks French, German, Japanese and Spanish. Some Italian too. She’s studying it at the moment. She has this thing for languages; never happy unless she’s learning something new.”

“Hmm. Cool.” Lenny fidgeted beside him then gave a deep sigh. “I suppose I should get up, have a shower and get home. I need to dress before I go into the office.”

“Why not wear the clothes you wore last night? You didn’t exactly wear them all that long, so I doubt they’re mucky.” Brook snickered.