The Party Boy's Guide to Dating a Geek (Clumsy Cupids) (27 page)

bitter, but the feeling of Fee's dick sliding between

his lips and over his tongue set Ash on fire.

"Oh, fuck," Fee whispered. He worked his hips

as Ash sucked his cock, hollowing out his cheeks

as he took Fee deeper. Ash worked one hand

between Fee's legs to cup his balls, and Fee

whimpered. He pumped into Ash's mouth with

short, shallow thrusts. Ash moaned, and the

vibrations sent Fee over the edge. He came into the

condom, arching his back and clenching his jaw

tight. Ash bobbed his head, and Fee grunted and

jerked his hips a couple of times before he went

slack and collapsed onto his back.

"Yours," Fee whispered as he ran a hand over

the back of Ash's head.

Ash crawled up Fee's body to kiss him, and Fee

sat up, pulling Ash along to straddle his hips. He

worked his knees under himself and leaned

forward, tracing the lines of Ash's heart tattoo. He

supported Ash's back as he reversed their

positions on the other end of the couch. His hands

went down to Ash's pants and Ash helped kick

them down his legs. Fee gave the material a hard

yank, but they got caught around Ash's ankles. Fee

lifted one of Ash's feet and worked the pant leg off.

He kissed Ash's ankle and Ash moaned again. He'd

never get tired of Fee finding spots that drove him

crazy with desire. Fee kissed his way back up

Ash's leg as he tugged Ash's pants the rest of the

way off. He leaned forward to kiss Ash's thigh and

shuddered. He sat back, and Ash nearly cried out,

missing the weight and warmth of Fee's body on

his.

"Sorry, I just have to—" Fee broke off and

looked down at his lap. Ash chuckled. "You think

that's funny?" Fee asked, making Ash laugh harder.

"Fine." Fee picked up Ash's Superman underwear

and used them to remove the condom and wipe off

his crotch.

Ash laughed even harder. "I think those were

yours. Remember, I borrowed them again after last

time?"

"Why you little—" Fee pounced on Ash to tickle

him. Ash giggled and squirmed under him, but Fee

wouldn't let him go until Ash finally cried uncle.

Fee kissed his way down to Ash's nipple. He

flicked his tongue over it, making Ash pant. Fee

moved a hand between them to give Ash's cock a

squeeze. "I win."

"Take your prize," Ash said softly. He lifted a

leg to Fee's hip and humped Fee's fist. Fee smiled

and leaned over to pick up one of the condoms. He

ripped the packet open and looked at Ash as he put

it in his mouth and positioned it outside his teeth.

Ash pushed up on his elbows and watched as Fee

grabbed his cock and guided it to his mouth.

"Oh, holy fuck," he said as his cock was

sheathed in latex and engulfed in warmth at the

same time. Fee took as much of Ash's cock into his

mouth as he could and used his fist to roll the

condom the rest of the way down. Fee glanced up

at him, and the sight of Fee's luscious lips wrapped

around his cock nearly had Ash coming

immediately. He groaned and closed his eyes, but

the image was already seared into his brain, a

permanent deposit into his wank bank. He started

to pump his hips, but Fee grabbed him and held

him steady, forcing him to take what Fee had to

offer.

Fee ran his teeth over the head of Ash's cock,

nibbling just hard enough for Ash to feel it through

the latex before he sucked Ash deep again. Then he

curled his lips over his teeth and closed his jaw

around Ash's cock. He sucked hard and bobbed his

head, never letting up on the pressure. Ash had

never felt anything like that before. Most guys just

slobbered and jerked on his cock until he blew.

This was—amazing, was what it was.

"Oh, yeah," Ash chanted over and over as Fee

increased his rhythm. The slick friction from his

precum leaking inside the condom and the hot

pressure from Fee's mouth as he tightened his jaw

a little more pushed Ash over the edge. He shouted

Fee's name as he came hard.

Fee held him as Ash trembled from the force of

his orgasm, until Ash was a boneless heap with a

sore throat. He saw black spots as he tried to catch

his breath.

"Holy," he said hoarsely when his vision finally

cleared.

"Yeah." Fee ran a hand down Ash's back and

peppered his forehead with light kisses.

"Yeah."

Chapter Twelve

OH CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN:

KIRK vs PICARD

Young, brash, and an outsider from the beginning,

Captain James T. Kirk was a handsome rogue, playful

until pushed too far. Mature, refined, and oh, that voice,

Jean-Luc Picard was a dashing leader. Respected by

their crews, adored by species across the galaxies, they

garnered powerful foes. Kirk colored outside the lines,

Picard managed to remain an individual even after he

was assimilated. Both commanded one of the most

powerful vessels in the Federation. And each of them had

one great love of their life, a love all others were judged

by. So who commands your geek's Enterprise: the

charming rebel or the sophisticated skipper?

12.1

"No, no, no. Whatever you do,
not
the olive

green."

Ash sighed and leaned back in his desk chair,

crossing his arms over his chest. The fact that

Carley had vetoed his choice wasn't a surprise, but

Ash was starting to get fed up with the entire thing.

They'd been scouring the Internet for close to an

hour in search of the perfect outfit for Ash's

upcoming steampunk Halloween party without any

success. Ash was about five seconds from giving

up and just wearing some of his normal club

clothes. He wouldn't, of course, because that

would disappoint Fee. But he was frustrated

enough to be tempted.

"Why not?" he asked, eyeing the jacket on his

computer screen. "I like the cut. I think it would

look good on me."

"It is a nice cut," Carley conceded, "but olive

green is so not your color. Maybe if it were

emerald."

Ash grunted. "Well, what then? I have three days

to find an outfit for this party, and you've said no to

everything I've picked."

Carley sniffed disdainfully. "If you'd pick

something good, I wouldn't have to say no. Just

move over and let the master work." He grabbed

the arm of Ash's chair and shoved, sending Ash

rolling a few feet across the hardwood floor.

"Whoa!" Ash put out an arm to keep from

slamming into his dresser and turned to glare at his

roommate. "What was that for?"

Carley just waved a dismissive hand and

scooted his own chair closer to the computer

screen. "Stay over there for now. You're ruining

my good clothes karma."

"Whatever, dude." Ash tilted his head back

against his chair and closed his eyes. Might as

well leave it to Carley. He was the one who

worked as a buyer for a boutique after all. Ash had

his own sense of style, which Carley rarely agreed

with, but if he ever needed help finding something

special, Carley was his go-to guy.

He listened to Carley click and type for a while,

his mind drifting to Fee and that night a couple of

weeks ago when Fee had sucked him off for the

first time. Sweet Lord, his boyfriend had a talented

mouth. And the last time it had happened, Fee had

added some fingers to the mix, too. Ash bit back a

moan at the memory.
That
had been phenomenal.

Fee was good with his mouth—oh, hell, yes, was

he good—but he was even better with his hands.

Ash wanted some more of that and soon. Maybe he

would get some after the Halloween party.
Mmm

…

"This is it!" Carley said suddenly. "This right

here."

His voice made Ash start and jerk upright in his

chair. "Huh?"

"I found the perfect outfit. Come here."

Ash wheeled himself over, grateful his loose T-

shirt was also long enough to hide the semi he was

currently sporting in his sweats. He couldn't think

about Fee's mouth or fingers without getting hard,

but he didn't exactly want Carley to notice and give

him shit for it. "Oh," he said when he saw the

screen. "I like that."

Carley nodded. "Yeah. You'll have to pay for

overnight shipping, but it'll be worth it. Not with

that shirt, though. I have one down at the shop

that'll look better with that jacket. I'll bring it home

tomorrow."

"Awesome."

Carley stood and dragged his chair out of the

way so that Ash would have access to the

keyboard and mouse. "Let me go get my measuring

tape. I want to make sure we order the right size.

There won't be much time for adjustments later."

He left the room in a swirl of Acqua Di Gio,

and Ash used the opportunity to inspect the outfit

Carley had chosen a little more closely. Ash had to

hand it to his friend, Carley did have impeccable

taste. The tailcoat and trousers were black

brushed-cotton and cut in a style that would flatter

Ash's slender frame, while the dark blue, double-

breasted waistcoat would complement his fair skin

and make his eyes pop. Ash wasn't entirely sure

about the ascot, but he'd bend to Carley's better

fashion judgment where that was concerned.

Ash added the items to his cart just to get an

idea of the total and winced a little at the final

price. The whole ensemble plus tax and overnight

shipping was going to put a nice dent in his

savings, but he wanted to impress Fee. Maybe he'd

be able to use the clothes again at some point, or

possibly sell them and recoup some of his money

later. Either way, it was a small sacrifice to look

good for his man.

Carley swept back into the room. "Okay, stand

up, let's get you measured. Then we can find you

some accessories."

Ash got to his feet with a groan. "Accessories?

More money?"

"Of course. That outfit alone isn't steampunk.

We should be able to find you a cool pocket watch

to go with it. Oh, and maybe a monocle!"

Ash's forehead wrinkled. "What the hell is a

monocle?"

Carley sighed. "Never mind. Just leave these

things to me. Arms up."

Ash lifted his arms to let Carley wrap the

measuring tape around his chest. He allowed

himself to be turned and maneuvered until Carley

had the numbers he needed. When he was done,

Carley folded up the tape and shoved it into the

pocket of his slim-fitting slacks. "Okay, get your

debit card. Chop-chop. I have to be across town

for dinner in an hour."

Ash rolled his eyes but grabbed his wallet and

handed it to Carley. "Yes, master."

12.2

Three days later, they were in Ash's bedroom

making last-minute adjustments to his outfit before

Fee arrived.

"You look so hot." Carley sighed happily and

stepped back after adjusting Ash's tie. "Fee is

going to cream his pants."

Ash snorted out a laugh. "I wish." He turned to

eye his reflection in the mirror above his dresser.

Carley had chosen well. The cut of the suit fit him

perfectly, accentuating the trimness of Ash's waist

and even making his shoulders appear a little

broader than they actually were. "I am looking

pretty damn debonair, though. Thanks to you."

Carley moved up behind him and rested his chin

on Ash's shoulder. "Yep. Thanks entirely to me."

"Your modesty overwhelms me."

Carley smiled and squeezed him briefly. "And

see, aren't you glad you took my advice and bought

the monocle? I think it really pulls everything

together."

Ash laughed. "Yeah, I guess it does." Or at least

it might have if the damn thing would actually stay

on his eye. Anytime he moved his head, the

monocle slipped. Ash sighed and reached up to

remove it. "Are you still hanging out with Jae

tonight?" he asked, shoving the eyeglass into his

pocket as he turned to face Carley.