The Party Boy's Guide to Dating a Geek (Clumsy Cupids) (22 page)

Ash waited for him to say something, do

something. He wondered what was going through

Fee's mind, hoping it was something naked,

sweaty, and horizontal. Ash licked his lips, and

Fee's gaze focused on Ash's tongue.

"So …" Ash said. Fee wedged his knee between

Ash's thighs. Ash moaned and spread his legs to

give him room. He grabbed Fee's hips and pulled

him closer as he pumped into Fee's leg. Fee trailed

his hands down Ash's sides and under Ash's shirt.

He lifted it, and Ash raised his arms to let Fee pull

it off.

Fee brought his hands back down to Ash's chest.

He ran a thumb over the cluster of roses on the

right side of Ash's chest and followed the lines to

the padlocked heart in the center. "What's this one

mean?" he asked.

"Reminds me."

"Of?"

"Not to be stupid and let anyone take it away

again."

Fee looked back up to Ash's face. He opened his

mouth, but Ash interrupted him before he could say

anything.

"I was young, and I thought I was in forever

love. I had his name put right here." Ash pointed to

the center rose. "He turned out to be, well, kind of

a jerk. So I got the roses to cover it, and I locked

my heart up so no one could break it again."

Fee smiled, and Ash thought Fee was going to

kiss him, and he did, but he leaned down and

kissed Ash's heart. "Only give it to someone who

deserves it."

"I may have someone in mind."

"Hope he doesn't mind that I'm here now," Fee

said with a smile.

"I think he knows," Ash whispered. Fee laughed,

and Ash decided he'd had enough talking. He

wrapped his arms around Fee's neck and pulled

him in for a kiss. It started slow and sweet. Ash

loved making out with Fee, feeling the press of

Fee's body against his, even if it left him hard and

wanting. With Fee's hands blazing a trail down

Ash's chest and back, he would probably blow his

load in his pants again, but that was all right.

Whatever Fee wanted to do with him was fine by

Ash.

Ash sighed and Fee slipped his tongue into

Ash's mouth. Fee's hands were hot on Ash's bare

skin as they circled his waist. Long fingers tickled

along Ash's ribs, and he squirmed in Fee's grasp.

Then Fee's hands were on Ash's belt. He

unbuckled it and pulled it through the loops on

Ash's jeans with one quick tug. Ash's hips snapped

forward into Fee's, making Fee moan. He wrapped

one leg around Fee's, and he heard the
thunk
as the

belt buckle hit the floor. Then Fee's hands were

unbuttoning his fly.

Ash jerked his head to the side and cried out

when Fee's hands reached into his pants. With a

growl, Ash gripped the bottom of Fee's shirt and

tugged it up until Fee took a step back and yanked

it off himself. He started to step forward again, but

Ash put a hand to the middle of his chest to stop

him.

"What?" Fee asked. He was panting, and Ash

watched the muscles moving with each breath.

"Just. Let me," Ash said, shaking his head and

holding his hands up. "You're beautiful."

Ash dropped to his knees in front of Fee. He put

his hands on Fee's belt, and Fee grabbed his wrists

to pull Ash's hands away.

"Ash, don't."

"It's okay." Ash put his hands back on Fee's belt

and slowly undid the buckle. He pulled it off and

dropped it to the floor next to his own. Then he

worked his fingers under the waistband to pop the

button on Fee's jeans. He slid the zipper down and

peeled the fly open and laughed when he saw

comic-panel boxer briefs. "Is this all right?" Ash

asked. He chewed on his bottom lip and stared up

at Fee.

Fee took his wrists again and helped Ash to his

feet. Ash pushed Fee toward the bed, and he fell

down onto it, pulling Ash along with him. Slow

and sweet gave way to hard and frantic as they

kissed. Fee's hand skimmed down Ash's chest to

his hip bone. Ash humped his hips against Fee, and

Fee's hand slipped to Ash's crotch. He cupped

Ash's cock, and Ash moaned into the kiss. Fee

slipped his fingers under the waistband of Ash's

briefs, and––
thank god, finally
—Fee's hand was

on his bare cock. Ash clutched Fee's arms tight as

Fee stroked him from base to tip.

"Oh, fuck," Ash moaned. He grabbed Fee's hips

and dragged him closer. Fee took the hint and

settled between Ash's spread knees. Ash worked a

hand in between them to free Fee's dick. Fee

gasped and trembled at Ash's touch.

"Yes," Fee hissed as Ash matched his rhythm,

pumping his cock in time with Fee's strokes on his

own. Ash grunted when Fee sped up.

"Not long," Ash managed to say.

Fee kissed along Ash's neck and worked his

way down to the heart tattoo. He stuck his tongue

out and traced it, and Ash lost it. He came with a

shout, shuddering as Fee pulled Ash's foreskin

over the tip of his cock and pushed it back down.

Nothing compared to the feeling of Fee in his arms,

in his
hand
, of Fee's hands on him. Even after

coming, Ash was more turned on than he'd been in,

well, forever. He shoved Fee down onto his back

and continued working Fee's cock until Fee came,

whispering Ash's name as he shot load after load

over Ash's hand. He lay there panting, and Ash

collapsed on top of him.

"Wow," Fee said as he wrapped his arms

around Ash and held him close.

"Yeah, wow." Ash had had the feeling Fee was

going to steal his heart. Now, he was sure of it.

Chapter Ten

MAN MAN

Since you are reading this, you understand the

importance of manuals. Learning his ups and downs, the

ins and outs of how he works, puts you at an advantage

over his other users. In Unix, the 'man' command displays

the manual page for any given command. Reading the

man page is the easiest way to figure out the right

switches for the results you want. Just remember: when

your nerd talks to someone about 'man tar', it has nothing

to do with the stickiness on your sheets.

10.1

Fee was late. Ash sighed, swirled the remaining

liquid in the bottom of his beer bottle, eyed the

crowd in his living room, the heaping plates of

hors d'oeuvres Jae had spread around the

apartment, the suspicious new stain on the

entryway carpet. (What in the hell was that,

anyway?) He looked anywhere and everywhere,

searching for even the smallest distraction. Then

he glanced at his watch. Again.

According to the dial, it was almost ten. So his

eyes really hadn't deceived him the first few times

he'd checked. Almost ten and still no word from

Fee.

Where is he?

Fighting back another sigh of irritation, Ash

drained the rest of his beer and yanked open the

fridge to pull out a new bottle. He'd told Fee the

party would be starting "around eight." They hadn't

made any official plans beyond that, but knowing

Fee as he did by now, Ash had fully expected him

to show up at eight o'clock on the dot, most likely

bearing liquor, snacks, and possibly a veggie tray.

That was just the way Fee worked.
Except for

tonight, apparently.

Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't have

worried Ash. In his crowd, if a party started at

eight, most people wouldn't even bother wandering

in until after ten. But Fee wasn't like his friends.

On top of that, Ash knew exactly where Fee had

planned on going before the party. To Donovan's.

Part of Ash had been seething ever since Fee

had texted him to say he was swinging by

Donovan's to help him with a supposed computer

issue.
Yeah, right. Computer issue my ass.
Ash

had a feeling the only "issue" was that Donovan

didn't want Fee coming to his party.

God, how could Fee be so entirely blind to the

fact that Donovan wanted in his pants? Ash could

see it; other people in the book club could see it.

But Fee, who'd once wanted Donovan himself,

somehow couldn't see it. Either Fee was more

clueless than Ash had thought, or he was living in a

serious state of denial.

Ash trusted Fee, probably more than he'd ever

trusted anyone. It was the gangly blond who gave

him death stares whenever they were in the same

room that Ash didn't trust. And he still wanted to

know just how exactly Fee knew the location of the

infamous Mighty Mouse hip tattoo.

He twisted the cap off his beer and tossed it into

the garbage they'd set at the end of the breakfast

bar for easy accessibility.
Dammit. Why am I

torturing myself? Fee isn't the type of guy to fuck

around.

But if Fee had wanted to be with Donovan at

one point, and he showed up at Donovan's place,

and Donovan was there, waiting, spread out and

bare-assed naked, well, would Fee be able to

resist that kind of temptation?

Ash shook that image out of his head and

groaned.
Shit, fuck, shit. Stop being crazy. Trust

your boyfriend. Fee would never—

"You're brooding," a voice said near his ear.

Ash flinched at both the words and their

proximity, but he couldn't say he wasn't grateful for

the distraction. He turned to face Carley, who

propped a hip against the counter and eyed Ash

speculatively over the rim of his wine glass.

"What's the deal?" Carley asked. "I could

practically hear you angsting from across the room.

In fact, I think your brother and Mari were about to

come over here and stage an intervention."

Ash glanced out into the living room and noticed

that Jack and Mari were indeed watching him. He

gave them what he hoped was a natural-looking

smile and turned back to Carley with a shrug. "It's

nothing. I'm cool."

"Yeah. Not buying it." Carley reached up and

tugged on Ash's bangs. "Come on, Ashley. Spill.

Then you can stop standing morosely in the corner

and start having some fun."

"It's no biggie. Just thinking about class next

week. Getting nervous." It wasn't a lie exactly. Ash

was
getting nervous about his upcoming accounting

course—even if he hadn't actually thought about it

in days.

Carley looked at him for a long moment. "I don't

doubt that you are, but that's not what has you all

twisted up tonight."

"It's stupid," Ash said dismissively. "Don't

worry about it."

Carley sighed, but thankfully, he didn't press the

issue. Ash was grateful. After the way Carley had

ribbed him over his outfit earlier—a preppy

button-up and an even preppier pair of pressed

khakis—Ash wasn't really in the mood to deal with

shit for his completely unfounded jealousy, too. He

knew, rationally, that even if Fee had wanted

Donovan at one point, it didn't mean Fee still felt

the same way. Fee had said he was over it, that he

and Donovan were just friends, but that knowledge

couldn't quell the stab of unease Ash felt whenever

he thought of them alone together.

It was his problem, though.
His
. The remnants of

his first—and last—big heartbreak. Fee shouldn't

have to deal with his suspicion. Ash only wished

he could have found a way to prevent it in the first

place.

Carley laid a hand on his shoulder and squeezed

gently. "I'm sorry for giving you crap earlier," he

said. "You know I like Fee. I think it's cute you

dressed up for him. I just don't want you to try to

change yourself for anyone, okay? Fee already

likes you. You don't have anything left to prove."

Ash smiled at Carley and pulled him in for a

quick hug. "It's cool. I know he's okay with the way

I dress, but he's made some effort for me, you

know? Ditching the baggie jeans and all those

nerdy T-shirts. I wanted to meet him halfway."

"Meet who where?" asked Ty, who'd just

stepped into the kitchen carrying a case of Blue