The Broken Triangle (5 page)

Every time Riley touched him, something in Vin quivered, restless, eager for more but unsure of what to ask for. He wasn’t innocent or naive. Patrick’s frank detailing of every sexual encounter he’d enjoyed had given him a good idea of what was on the menu, but what was he hungry for?

When it came to Riley, he’d been holding an empty plate for so long.

“Yeah, I didn’t stop with my ears, that’s for sure.” Vin stuck his tongue out far enough to show off the stud through it. He’d had a ring in his eyebrow, but he’d taken that out on a whim. He should put it back. His face seemed naked without it.

Riley didn’t flinch or look put off, but he didn’t look appreciative either. Vin was used to being teased about the tongue stud. Patrick had moaned with delight when he’d first seen it, babbling about out-of-this-world blowjobs until Shane had reached across the bar and given the back of his head a smack to shut him up.

“Yeah, I noticed when we were kissing.” Riley raised his eyebrows. “Got any more?”

Okay, that didn’t sound disapproving, exactly, just noncommittal. Maybe Riley was curious but didn’t want to seem nosy? “Yeah, but I’d have to get naked to show you them all.” Vin felt warm and light, a balloon filled with air ready to float away. He was flirting with Riley. Un-fucking-believable.

Riley blinked, and yeah, Vin saw a hint of shock there, quickly smothered. “I don’t even have my ears pierced. My dad would freak if I did. He’d say it made me look unprofessional.”

“So go for it where it doesn’t show.” With the sense of a line being crossed, Vin drew his thumb over Riley’s chest, feeling the bump of a nipple, hard even in the warm room. “Get these done.”

How hot would that look?

“Never even considered it,” Riley said. His voice was hoarse now, though, and his hand was on Vin’s hip, anchoring Vin. “You know you’re driving me crazy, right?”

Vin genuinely had no idea what to do. Stop touching Riley? Impossible. Plus it seemed only fair that he was driving Riley crazy, because Riley was driving him crazy. “I don’t think I can stop,” he whispered, and the confession earned him a kiss.

Riley’s mouth was amazing, perfect, and Vin was so hard he thought he might die. He wanted to climb onto Riley’s lap, wrap both arms around him, and kiss him, and apparently this was some kind of magical night when wishes were granted, because he was doing that, and Riley seemed to like it as much as he did if the hands on Vin’s ass were any indication.

He ran his tongue over the roof of Riley’s mouth, flicking it with the stud, tiny taps, a coded message he hoped Riley could decipher.
I’m here. I’m yours. Love you. Want you.

For the first time, he had the taste of another man’s mouth in his, addictive, arousing. He wanted to be greedy, kissing Riley until their tastes mixed and became one and Riley’s lips were hot, bitten-soft, and swollen.

He wanted Riley naked beside him, license granted to touch and be touched. It was too soon, too fast to think of sleeping with him, but he couldn’t stem the rising urgency of his desire. When had he last felt this turned on? It was agony to pull back and search Riley’s eyes for a matching need, but he had to see for himself he wasn’t alone in this.

“We can do whatever you want,” Riley said. “But we don’t have to. Okay? I was you not that long ago, and I want you to be good with whatever happens.”

Vin tucked a stray lock of Riley’s hair back behind his ear, then leaned in and bit Riley’s earlobe gently. “I’m good,” he murmured. “What do you want?” He wasn’t sure how far he’d be comfortable going, but knowing what Riley expected might help him figure that out.

Riley turned his head and kissed the side of Vin’s throat. How could warm lips, soft against his skin, make him shiver? “Me? I want everything. Want to take off all your clothes and spread you out, taste you.”

Vin moaned, picturing lying there waiting for Riley to stop looking and touch. He clutched at the back of Riley’s shirt, the fabric filling his hands.

“You like how that sounds?” Riley’s lips did something delicious and obscene to the edge of Vin’s jaw. “I want to suck you. No one’s ever done that, right? Put his mouth on your cock, all hot and wet? Licked you until you couldn’t hold back anymore?”

“No.” It sounded more like a whimper than a word. “Would you?”

“I will. I’ll do it until you come.
Make
you come.”

“Won’t take long.”

Vin wasn’t sure he’d last longer than it took for Riley’s tongue to leave that first wet stripe. Riley could probably get him off just by talking about what he had planned. More safe sex—because it didn’t get safer than jerking off. The hell with it. He’d gotten a weird kick out of denying himself the pleasure of sex at times or taking as long as possible to come, but the root of his decision to stay single and celibate lay in his love for Riley. Now that he had Riley here, willing and eager, Vin was damned if he was going to miss out on what Riley was offering.

“God, that’s such a fucking turn-on. You wanting me that much. Me being the first.” Riley shifted position restlessly, then nuzzled into Vin’s neck, biting it, his teeth pinching Vin’s skin, leaving a hot sting that faded fast. “Want me to do it here?”

“Yeah. Here sounds good.” The bedroom sounded better, but Vin would have to stand and walk there. He wouldn’t make it.

“Take off your shirt,” Riley said and was already shoving it upward by the time the words made sense to Vin. “Hey.” He blinked at Vin’s tattoos as Vin let his shirt drop to the floor next to the couch. “I didn’t realize you had so many.”

“Let me guess. You’ve never considered getting one?” Vin felt exposed suddenly and less turned on as a result. Shit. Was this over before it’d started? “You don’t like them.”

“I didn’t say that,” Riley told him, but Vin knew it wasn’t an emphatic denial. “They’re on you, and I like you.”

Riley gripped Vin’s waist, his hands cool and strong, and leaned forward, kissing Vin’s upper chest.

“Where were we?”

Vin closed his eyes as Riley started to undo the front of his jeans. After all these years of waiting, he was here, in his apartment, straddling Riley Wells’s lap. Being undressed by Riley Wells. He’d never have guessed in a million years that this would happen.

“And you’ve never done this before.”

Was it a question? Vin wasn’t sure. It seemed to matter to Riley, and that was good. It had meant plenty to Vin, after all. He hadn’t seen his virginity as something to lose or gotten screwed up over it as a symbol. It was more if he did this, he wanted it to be with someone he loved, and he loved Riley.

“Never even kissed someone?”

Okay, that was a question. A hesitant, mildly incredulous one.

“No,” Vin said, then corrected himself. “Well, once, but it didn’t count.”

Riley slid his hand inside Vin’s black jeans, shaping it to the solid length of Vin’s cock, rubbing firmly. Even separated by a layer of cotton, the heat of his palm seeped through to skin, a subtle caress, though what Riley was doing with his hand was direct enough.

“For me, a kiss wouldn’t count. For you it had to. Tell me about it.”

“Why? I forgot it before it was over.”

Riley pushed Vin to his back so he was lying on the couch, staring up into blue eyes lit with desire and mischief. “Tell me.” Riley pulled his hand free of Vin’s jeans, bracing himself with his other, and drew a circle around Vin’s pierced nipple with his fingertip. “Then I’m gonna really make you forget he existed.”

Vin laughed, enjoying being teased. It distracted him from the beat of blood in his ears and the answering echo in his rigid cock. “I work with him, so you’d have to wipe my memory every day.”

“Giving you a daily blowjob? Not a problem. You working with someone who kisses you might be.
Is
he a problem? Competition?”

“Really isn’t.” Vin bit his lip as Riley tugged the ring through his nipple just this side of pain, probably because he didn’t know how sensitive a piercing could be. “Uh, ease back? It feels good, but not when you do it that hard.”

“Shit, I’m sorry.” Riley’s contrition was instant and sincere, an anxious expression replacing the twinkle. He bent and kissed Vin’s chest above the nipple. “That better?”

“I’m fine,” Vin assured him. “But it’s painful as hell if they get torn out.”

Riley screwed up his face as if he’d stepped in shit. “Gah. Gross. I’ll leave them alone.”

“No!” Vin shook his head. “I told you. It feels good. That’s one reason to get them pierced. I, uh, I play with them when I’m jerking off.”

“You’re blushing.” Riley chuckled. “You’re pierced and inked up, a bad boy all in black, and you’re blushing. It’s sweet.”

“Fuck you,” Vin said, grinning as he tickled Riley’s ribs, digging his fingers in hard. “I’m not cute, adorable, or sweet. I’m a guy waiting for a blowjob.”

Riley yelped and straightened, dodging Vin’s hands. “Kiss story first.”

“Were you always this stubborn?” He remembered Riley as easygoing, but people changed. “It was last Christmas, okay? Shane hung some mistletoe over the door. Big mistake. Everyone kept stopping to neck, and no one could get in or out. He sent Patrick over to take it down. It took him about ten minutes, because he kept asking guys to lift him up so he could reach it, and well, you get the picture. Lots of ass grabbing and more kissing. So Shane lost his temper. This was before Ben came on the scene. Shane’s mellow these days. Kind of. Anyway, Shane sent me over. Patrick grabbed me when I was reaching up. He kissed me; I told him to knock it off. End of boring story. By the way, my jeans come off. Feel free to test that theory anytime you want to.”

Okay, so maybe that wasn’t an entirely accurate account of the kiss, because Vin had liked it more than he’d have admitted to Patrick, if not himself, but—

“How about now?” Riley gave him another long kiss, then wrestled with Vin’s jeans and the rest of his clothes until he was naked. “Ah, much better.”

Vin considered pointing out he shouldn’t be the only one not wearing anything, but if Riley was naked, he might expect more than Vin was willing to give. As turned on as Vin was, and as desperately as he longed to get intimate with Riley, he had no intention of anything penetrative happening, not tonight.

Riley slid down to the floor, kneeling between Vin’s thighs and— Oh Christ, what had Vin been thinking, waiting all these years for this? Riley’s tongue was amazing; his whole mouth was amazing. Vin clenched the couch cushion as hard as he could, trying to focus on making his knuckles hurt.

“Okay?” Riley asked, and Vin whimpered at the change in sensation as his wet skin met the cool air.

“I’m gonna come in about five seconds,” he said.

“That’s okay,” Riley said. “It’s kind of the point.” Before Vin could protest further, he took Vin’s cock into his mouth again.

Hot. Wet. Good. Vin was reduced to outward silence and monosyllabic thoughts when he wanted to pour out his reaction in a grateful flood of words. He was panting when he wasn’t holding his breath, striving not to buck his hips and choke Riley, the need to move, to fuck, overwhelming.

He was losing it. No longer the onlooker, involved in the action, the distance that allowed him to observe and judge reduced to nil. Riley’s hands slid under his ass, raising him, as if Riley couldn’t get Vin’s cock deep enough into his throat.

The tip of his cock nudged the roof of Riley’s mouth, rubbing over the arch of his palate. Riley choked and gulped, his tongue sliding over Vin’s shaft as he fought for breath. Vin cried out, a guttural yell that sounded loud in his head and emerged as a primal grunt. He came, his cock still mostly inside Riley’s mouth, the familiar surrender to pleasure amplified to the point his climax seemed endless.

Riley pulled away, coughing to clear his throat, his eyes watering, but Vin was still coming, two or three weaker spurts of fluid pulsing out, smearing his stomach, warm streaks pale against the dark hair forming a thin line between his navel and the root of his cock.

Vin knew he should ask if Riley was okay, but his heart was pounding like never before. Maybe this was why he’d waited, because he had some kind of congenital defect no one had ever known about, but somehow his body had known an orgasm with a partner would be too much for him. Huh, no. His heart rate was returning to normal. He reached out a trembling hand to touch Riley’s face. “You okay?”

“Yeah, of course. Are you?” Riley wiped his mouth without a hint of self-consciousness.

“I wondered for a minute there.” It was awkward being the only one of them who was naked.

Vin wanted to grab a cushion to put in his lap.

“It’s different, right? The first time with someone else.”

“
Different
is a good word for it,” Vin agreed. “Come up here, would you?”

Riley moved to sit beside him with flattering eagerness, pulling him close and kissing him. Vin wasn’t sure how he felt about the taste of himself in Riley’s mouth, but the way Riley kissed, like he knew what he was doing and was determined to teach it to Vin, soon distracted him.

“I want to see you naked.” Was he being too pushy? Asking for too much? Riley had to be in need of release after what they’d done. If he wasn’t, Vin would be worried. “Let me make you come?”

“I’d like that, but now I’m the one thinking I’m rushing you. Usually it doesn’t matter if it’s fast. Hell, one time I didn’t even get his name before he was out the door.” A flash of hurt passed over Riley’s face that Vin understood. It had to suck knowing you’d been used by someone to get off, your mouth, hands, ass the only important parts of you. Vin hated that idea so much that any shred of regret he felt for the years alone was swept away.

“My name’s Vin,” Vin said deliberately, holding Riley’s gaze. “It’s nice to meet you, Riley, and I want to see you again. And right now, I’d love to see more of you. Please?”

Riley rested his forehead on Vin’s bare shoulder, hiding his face and the flush that stained it scarlet, his exhaled breath warm, leaving heat and dampness behind.

“Vin,” he whispered, the break in his voice making him sound younger, the Riley Vin remembered. He held on to Vin, a fine tremor racing through him. “Vin.”