Plan B (10 page)

“That was so fucking hot!” Then he kissed me and laughed. “Let’s do that again.”

So much for him having an issue with touching a guy. I grabbed his wrist before he could take me back in hand. “Jesus. Give me a minute,” I groaned, still breathing hard.

His smile turned mischievous and he winked. “Okay, I’ll give you five.”

I closed my eyes before I could roll them. What the hell had I just created?

I
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M
ICHIGAN
there have always been three seasons: football, baseball, and winter. Winters suck; rarely did enough snow accumulate to really do many of the fun things like sledding, skiing, or snowmobiling. Usually in southern Michigan, it was just cold and miserable. You had to go to the Upper Peninsula or Canada to really get the full snow effect. Back in the eighties, there was a hell of a snowstorm. The freeways shut down and people were stuck in their homes for a couple of weeks. The road crews just couldn’t keep up with the amount of white stuff being dumped on the state. I was conceived during that crazy storm. However, since my childhood, I don’t remember—much to my regret while a kid—ever having snow like that.

With the temperatures hovering around the twenty-degree mark but no snow, most activities are done inside. Classes were in full swing during February so it’s not like I could head to a state with warmer climate, even if I could afford it. Lance and I, however, were not bored. He wasn’t playing ball, and we’d set up a routine since the new semester had started. Anytime Bo was with Katie, Lance was with me. We hadn’t gone past kissing and mutual jerk off, but he was beginning to get a lot more comfortable with me, behind closed doors anyway. It no longer bothered him on the nights when he showed up that I had a clean face and old sweats and T-shirt. I think we were actually starting to like each other beyond the physical attraction.

One night Lance showed up unannounced. I was lying on my bed reading a script from
West Side Story
. I had an audition later in the week and I really, really wanted the lead role of the young protagonist, Tony. It didn’t surprise me when there was a hard knock on the door and it was Lance. We hadn’t had the chance to see each other in nearly two weeks and if he was feeling anything like I was, he was beyond ready.

“Hey, c’mon in.” I moved out of the way and ushered him in. “I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight.”

“Neither was I.”

Lance pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me before pressing our lips together. The kiss started out soft, but he wasted no time in deepening it, and I was only too happy to allow him.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he said against my lips. “Been going out of my goddamn head,” he continued as he kissed his way across my jaw.

I got all kinds of tingly when he admitted how much he’d missed me. I told myself it was just my horny hormones causing the sensation and that it absolutely did not have anything to do with how he held me or the way his tender kisses tasted just slightly sweeter than the harder ones.

Since I hadn’t been expecting to see him, nor had I planned to leave the dorm, I hadn’t shaved that day. I tensed slightly in anticipation of him pulling away when his lips came in contact with the stubble, but to my surprise, he didn’t. Not only did he not pull away, he seemed to spend an extra amount of time kissing and teasing my jaw. Yeah, he was definitely getting used to the fact I was a guy. I guess I should have figured that one out a while back by the way he seemed so fascinated by my dick.

He spent an inordinate amount of time touching it, pulling, stroking, studying it, and I had to believe he could describe every bump, ridge, and vein from memory. Long after we got off and had cleaned up the mess, he trailed his fingers gently over my length, like most lovers trailed their fingers over a hip or the sinew of a back. He still hadn’t gone beyond touch, no lips to dick, either given or received, but I wasn’t complaining. I had never been with anyone who loved to snuggle as much as Lance. His touch could ignite me one moment and soothe me the next. I was becoming addicted to his touch, was content for the time being, and didn’t push for more. I knew that eventually he’d move us to the next step when he was ready.

Lance made it down to my shoulder, pulled the material of my T-shirt to the side, and grunted. “Even my mark is fading.”

My head rolled to the side when he began sucking up a mark, worrying the skin with both lips and teeth until it began to ache. Still he continued to suck hard, like he was trying to permanently leave his mark. “That’s enough. I’m pretty sure I’m marked properly.”

His arms tightened around me and he seemed to suck even harder.

When it became too much, I pushed him away. “Damn, you’re like a leech,”

He met my eyes, the gray orbs looking a little glazed for a minute until he got himself under control. “Sorry, guess I got a little carried away.”

“No shit.”

“Sorry. Just making sure my mark stays where it belongs.” As his eyes landed on the mark on my neck that was now throbbing, he didn’t look the least bit sorry. And truth be told, I wasn’t sorry either. I liked having his mark on me, but just like the tender kisses, I chalked it up to being randy.

The smile on his face was way too smug as he studied his work, like maybe he liked it there as much as I did and maybe, just maybe, he was doing it to claim me. I pushed those insane thoughts away when he added, “Plus—” He licked his lips. “—you taste so damn good.”

“You’re getting a little weird on me, dude. You got some kind of vampire fetish I should know about?”

I moved past him, planning to plop back down on my bed, but he grabbed my wrist, stopping my movement. He pulled me against him, this time with my back against his chest, and his arms around me, pinning my arms against my body. He gently pressed his mouth to the mark and asked, “You want me to?”

“Uh, let me think about it. No!” I squirmed out of his arms. “No biting.”

“But nibbling is still okay, right?”

“Nibbling is most definitely still okay and encouraged.” I got a huge grin for that. I grabbed the script I’d been reading and set it on Bo’s desk before crawling up on the bed and leaning back against the headboard. “I take it Bo’s with Katie?”

“Don’t know,” he said as he joined me on the bed. He stretched out next to me, his back facing the wall, and laid his head in my lap. “I tried calling both Katie and Bo but neither of them are answering their phones. I think the storm might have knocked out the tower or is interrupting the reception.” He traced his fingers along the outside of my thigh and I shivered.

Then it hit me what he said. “Storm? What storm?” I hadn’t been listening to the radio all day, instead playing the soundtrack to
West Side Story
to get in the mood while I read, and I hadn’t been outside since the day before. The last I’d heard, we were expecting a couple of inches but the bulk of the storm would be hitting way north of us.

“Yeah, they’re calling it the storm of the decade. Expecting ten to twelve inches tonight and even more tomorrow.”

“What the hell? I hadn’t heard anything about the storm hitting here?”

He lifted his head and met my eyes. “You know, you should come out of your fantasy world once in a while. They’ve been predicting it’s going to hit us for the last two days.”

His hand moved from the outside of my thigh, across my hip, until he ran a single finger down the length of my hardening shaft. It twitched in response to his touch. I arched a brow at him. “Look who’s talking.”

“Fantasy?” He cupped my entire dick in his palm and squeezed. “This feels pretty real to me.”

“Nope, just a figment of your imagination.”

He pushed up my shirt and pressed a kiss just below my navel, my pulse speeding in response to his warm, soft lips and breath. He traced a path up my stomach with the tip of his tongue, swirling it around and teasing my navel before moving up to my breastbone. “You taste real,” he murmured against my flesh.

My entire body was tingling in response to his attention, my voice a little breathy when I said, “Nope, you’re stuck in one of your daydreams.”

Lance pushed my shirt all the way up, exposing my chest, the cool air of the room and his warm breath collided and goose bumps bloomed along my skin. I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out when he nipped and teased first one nipple, and then the other. He was practically lying on top of me, his hand steadily caressing my cock, by the time he reached my mouth.

All thoughts of teasing fled as he took my mouth in an all-consuming kiss. The heat and possessiveness made my blood boil and I needed more. I reached down and undid his jeans, doing my best to get his cock free and push the denim down his hips, but from the position I was in, it was nearly impossible and I groaned my frustration.

Lance pulled back slightly, kissed my pouting lips, and then sat back on his heels. “Need some help there?”

I made an incoherent noise in my throat that really meant “fuck off” or “yes please” and shoved down my sweats. My eyes were glued to his more-than-ample prick. The sight of it, hard and straining out from his body, made my mouth water. God, his dick was gorgeous. Not exceptionally long, but thick, the veins running along its length prominent, infused with blood. He was cut, and the slit glistened with precum.

Lance grabbed his cock and stroked sensually down its entire length; the visual delight and the sound of his deep, rumbling chuckle stirred me into action. I was so fucking horny. I sat up and, in one deft movement, had him on his back. I covered his body with my own and hissed when our cocks came in contact.

Whatever Lance was about to say died in his throat when I pressed my groin harder against his and began grinding our shafts together. I swear to God his eyes rolled back in his head as our wet cockheads slid back and forth, creating a delicious friction. I arched my back, hands gripping his shoulders, and watched the bliss on his face as I set a slow, sensual rhythm.

It wasn’t long before the heat of our bodies had perspiration dampening my brow. A single drop rolled down my temple and landed on his heaving chest. I leaned down and licked the small drop from his chest, then worked my mouth up to his neck, kissing and licking the salt from his skin as my hands moved from his shoulders to his biceps, kneading and massaging the bulging muscles of his arms. I stretched out until we were pressed from toe to chest, keeping the same slow rhythm of my thrusts. Once his hands were above his head, I entwined our fingers and pressed my lips to his.

Lance immediately opened and I took control of the kiss as well, licking his lips, his teeth, sucking on his tongue.

Lance’s hips began to snap and I pulled back just enough to whisper against his lips, “Be still, just let me make you feel good.”

“Ah, Jesus, Danny. Never felt—” He gritted his teeth, breathing heavily through his nose, and I could tell he was trying to hold back his orgasm.

I rolled my hips then thrust hard. “Like that?”

“Fuck!” he growled, the sound deep and harsh. “You keep that up and I’m going to come.” His back bowed and he panted, “Ah! What are you doing to me?”

God! I knew. I could hear it, the grunts and hoarse groans. I could see it in his eyes. He was seeing
me
. Not the dolled-up feminine façade he’d first been attracted to, but me, without makeup, and stubble on my chin. He saw me, Daniel Anderson Marshal, man. The look in his eyes told me he liked what he saw, and my fucking chest squeezed so tight I could barely breathe. His body felt so good against mine and he was so gorgeous in his pleasure that I could have come just from watching him. I didn’t want this moment to end, but I couldn’t not move and I couldn’t look away. I was whimpering and writhing against him.

I was so hard, so fucking hard, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, but that was okay because I knew he was close too. My balls drew up, and every muscle in my body coiled tightly, readying for release. “Come for me, Lance. Show me what I’m doing to you.”

Lance gripped my hands tightly to the point of pain and cried out, wet heat spreading out between our bodies. I let go of the reins I’d been keeping on my orgasm, and with two more hard thrusts I was coming, riding hard against his cock until every drop was pulled from me. I collapsed onto him and buried my face in his neck.

Lance pulled his hands free from mine and wrapped both arms around me, holding me tightly as we both fought to catch our breaths. I felt more content and satisfied than I had in a very long time. The kissing and mutual jerk-off with him was fun and hot but I hadn’t realized how much I missed the way a muscular body felt beneath me, against me, as I chased my orgasm. The friction, the heat, the slide of sweat-damp bodies working in sync to achieve release. I also came to another realization. It wasn’t just the physical act that had me so content and satisfied; it was Lance. But I forced myself not to think too deeply about it, because quite honestly, that new bit of information scared the hell out of me. So I pushed it away and focused on my breathing and the sound of Lance’s and how good I felt lying against him.