Okay fuck this teasing crap
, Doug thought, and wrapped an arm around Stewart’s waist, tugging him close. Stewart sucked a breath in, closing his eyes, long lashes brushing his cheekbones.
“Do you want me or not?” Doug said, pulse beating in his neck. “You need to make up your mind. Because I’m starting to lose mine.”
“Can you handle it,” Stewart asked softly, then opened his eyes. “If it’s just one night?”
“I’m a big boy,” Doug said roughly, pulling Stewart close enough to feel the bulge in his pants. “I can handle it.”
Stewart’s face was close enough for Doug to see his pupils dilate. His previously conflicted expression changed in a flash and Doug saw the heat in his eyes, the acknowledgment that this was definitely
happening
, despite all their talk.
Stewart reached up and tugged the flannel shirt off Doug’s shoulders, and Doug wriggled his arms out of the sleeves, letting it drop to the floor. Taking a step back, Stewart looked him over hungrily, then reached down and gripped the hem of Doug’s black tee shirt, pulling it over his head.
Doug tossed his tee shirt aside, then reciprocated, pulling Stewart’s shirt up, revealing creamy white skin over a nice thick chest and flat belly. The shirt got caught on Stewart’s head, and they laughed as both of them struggled to pull it the rest of the way off. When he was free, they stood shirtless, taking a moment to look at each other. Doug couldn’t wait another second to touch him. He ran his hands over Stewart’s smooth white shoulders, over his well-developed chest, and down his stomach, stopping at the button on his jeans.
Grabbing Doug’s ass, Stewart eased him closer and pressed their chests together, then kissed him hard. Doug melted into the kiss, fingers drifting around and digging into Stewart’s back, the press of hot flesh stiffening his cock and making him dizzy.
Stewart’s skin was so pale that it seemed it should have been cool, like a marbled statue. But it was fever hot, like stepping into a warm bath, and Doug instantly needed to feel more of it, all of it pressed up against him. He moved forward, forcing Stewart to walk backwards until his knees hit the bed, and they tumbled over, Doug falling on top of him.
Gripping the back of Doug’s head, Stewart pulled him into another kiss, and they writhed against each other, tongues tangling. Doug licked the roof of Stewart’s mouth, traced his teeth, wanting to explore and memorize the tastes and textures.
Just one night
.
Letting his mouth slide over Stewart’s chin, he moved down and sucked on his neck, letting his teeth scrape along the skin. Stewart made a sound low in his throat, his chest rising and falling as his breathing became heavier. Doug kept moving lower, trailing his tongue over that strong white chest, then down to his stomach, nipping at his ribs. Stewart’s hips thrust upward, and Doug slid over so he could cup his groin, rubbing him through his jeans.
“Aw fuck,” Stewart huffed, his fingers threading through Doug’s hair, gripping a handful. “I think we’ve been in foreplay mode all night, I’m ready to burst already.”
“Then we better get you out of these jeans,” Doug said, popping the button and dragging down his zipper. Stewart wore red and white striped boxers underneath, and Doug ran his hand over the thick swell of his cock beneath the cotton.
Stewart stopped Doug’s hand. “Wait.”
Doug looked up, his body pulsing with need. “Please tell me you’re not about to change your mind,” he said hoarsely.
Stewart looked down at him with flushed cheeks. He laughed as he sat up. “No. I’m not about to change my mind. I’m just impatient. I want you naked, so drop ’em.”
He climbed over and stood beside the bed, kicking his shoes off. Doug followed suit and got up, pulling off his boots, then unbuttoning his jeans.
On either side of the bed, their eyes locked as they both stripped down to nothing. Stewart’s body was solid and all male, a trail of hair snaking down below his navel into his pubic hair, thick, uncut cock red and swollen, pointing at Doug. His legs were long and pale with dark hair dusting his muscled quads.
Doug’s ex Harry had been lean and chiseled, and had acted like it was the end of the world if he gained a pound, recoiling at sweets as though they were poison. Stewart on the other hand had weight on him, and while he wasn’t fat by any means, Doug doubted he fretted over an extra cupcake now and then, his upper body thick but well proportioned. Doug’s arousal skyrocketed and he climbed back onto the bed, beckoning Stewart with his hand.
Stewart dove onto the bed and dragged Doug down so they lay on their sides, immediately cupping his ass and pulling him close. They kissed like that for ages, hands roaming, mouths locked together, exploring, tasting. Doug rolled on top of Stewart for a while, their hips moving in rhythm, erections growing slippery as they strived for contact.
Then Stewart flipped Doug over and pinned his arms over his head, finding that perfect alignment with their dicks rubbing together, creating a friction that threatened to push Doug over the edge.
Just when he thought he’d come, Stewart rolled over again and pulled Doug on top of him, their legs scissored as they kissed open mouthed, the taste of him like a trigger igniting Doug’s arousal, making the head of his cock weep. Hot skin gliding, hips bucking against each other, they nearly brought themselves to climax again, but Stewart pulled back before it could happen.
Again they switched positions, Stewart flipping Doug onto his back, pressing his full weight down onto him.
Doug had never rolled around with someone so close to his own size before, had always been the larger, stronger lover, but Stewart was slightly bigger than he was, and his weight, his solid limbs, the full, thick armful of his body was driving Doug nuts, and he moaned against his lips.
“Oh, Christ,” Stewart gasped. He shifted to his side, strong arms pulling Doug to face him, and he reached down and took Doug’s cock in his warm hand, stroking him hard and slow.
Doug moaned again, his eyelids fluttering as sharp pleasure made his balls tighten.
“That noise you’re making’s gonna push me over,” Stewart said, his breath against Doug’s lips. “Touch me, Doug.”
The sound of the other man saying his name caused a shudder low in his belly, and Doug quickly grasped Stewart’s cock and fondled him, running his palm over the slippery head, then back down to the base. He repeated the action until Stewart, pumping Doug’s cock in time, let out his own deep moan. “Kiss me,” he growled.
With mouths locked together in a frantic, bruising kiss, they stroked each other to climax, hot seed shooting up onto their bellies, coating their hands. Stewart’s mouth ripped away from Doug’s as he cried out, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, face twisted in ecstasy. Doug kept his eyes on Stewart’s face as he rode the wave of bliss, thrusting into his fist as he spent the last of his seed.
Limbs tangled together, they lay still, chests rising and falling as they both caught their breath.
After a few minutes of this, Doug got up and went to the bathroom, and after cleaning himself up, returned to the bed and handed Stewart a hot towel. Stewart wiped himself down, then tossed the towel aside, returning to his previous position on his side, eyes closed, breathing slow and steady. His dark hair had formed ringlets around his ears from sweating and was a bit mussed up from their tumble, and Doug wanted to stroke it and kiss him some more.
But he sensed a pulling back from Stewart already, a barrier gone up now that the sex was over, and he didn’t want to be the one to try and break through it. So he simply climbed back into bed and took his previous position, lying on his side, his head close to Stewart’s.
They stayed there, unmoving and silent, neither of them speaking.
Doug knew that at this point, talking was not necessary. There was nothing to say. No one needed to ask if it had been good for them, they both knew it had. No one needed to ask if they could do it again sometime, because as had already been established, they could not.
As the sweat cooled on their bodies, the room grew chilly, so Doug reached down and pulled the blankets up, covering them. Stewart’s eyes were closed, his breathing slowed to a steady rhythm. Doug reached over and shut out the light.
In the darkness, Stewart stroked little circles on Doug’s shoulder with his fingers. The sensation of Stewart’s gentle touch, and the silence, eventually lulled him off to sleep.
Chapter Six
Doug woke to the sounds of birds chirping, and he sat up, confused for a moment to find himself in the living room. He was alone in the bed. Stewart had left at some point while Doug was still sleeping. He glanced over at what had been Stewart’s pillow, a stab of longing and regret trying to take hold. He forced it back down, taking a deep breath.
I’m a big boy. I can handle it
.
His own words came back to taunt him, daring him to disagree. Opting for the distraction of routine, he climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom, then moved to his bedroom to put on his running clothes. Then he went back into the living room and pulled the sheets and blankets off the sofa bed. Stewart’s intoxicating scent accosted his nostrils as he pulled off the pillowcase. With a determined chin, he took the bundle into the laundry room and loaded the washer. Tossing in a few other items, he poured in the soap and started the machine.
There. All gone. Washed away. No problem. He’d had terrible crushes before. They always faded after a while. It would be no different with this. He’d been through far worse in the past year than longing for a man he couldn’t have. This was child’s play. Piece of cake.
In the kitchen he chugged down some water, then grabbing his iPod, headed out the front door. Stopping on the front lawn, he used the porch steps to stretch his legs. His muscles were stiff and sore today, and he hurt in places that were usually immune to his workout.
Sex muscles
.
Tossing Stewart’s ample body around had left its mark. He looked down at his groin as he felt his cock begin to swell. “Don’t you start,” he whispered. He continued stretching, forcing himself to think about dung and vomit and very old nuns, anything but last night. Eventually his cock complied, and eased back to softness.
He was stretching his hamstrings when he heard the shuffle of feet, close by. Someone coming down the driveway from the back. Doug froze, a flash of panic gripping him.
Cut the crap. If it’s him, you’ll smile and be casual. If it’s Corey, you’ll still smile and be casual. You made this bed. Now lie in it.
Jairo appeared at the corner of the house, his curly dark hair a crazy mess on his head. He focused on the ground as he shuffled down the driveway. His clothes were rumpled, jacket slung over his shoulder. Doug grinned, deciding to have a bit of fun with him.
“Well, well, well,” he said. “Lookit Jairo! Doin’ the walk of shame.”
Jairo jumped, head whipping around. His brown eyes widened when he saw Doug, and he walked over, a scowl forming on his brow. “Doug! What the hell are you doing here?”
“I’m stalking you,” Doug said, bending his leg back to stretch his quad. “I followed you and Corey last night. Climbed up that tree right there and watched you guys go at it.”
Jairo’s mouth fell open and his arm dropped, his jacket dragging in the grass. “What?” He looked Doug over, then grinned. “You’re fucking with me. You’re not wearing the same clothes.”
Doug laughed. “Of course I’m fucking with you. How was your night?”
“Doug, what are you
doing
here?”
“I live here, actually,” he said. “This is my new place.”
“Cut the shit.”
Doug glanced behind him at the front door. “Right there. First floor. That’s me.”
“What?” Jairo laughed. “You’re serious. You live downstairs from Corey.”
“It was as much a surprise to me, believe me. Do you need me to give you a lift home?”
Jairo frowned at the house for a moment, then gave his head a quick shake. He looked exhausted and frazzled. “No, um, I don’t live far from here. Are you going down to the pond?”
“Yeah, gonna go for a run.”
“I’ll walk down with you.”
“Okie dokie.”
Jairo continued to drag his feet and hang his head as they walked down to the pond. When they got there, Doug sat on one of the benches beside the path, and Jairo plopped down next to him with a sigh.
“What’s up with you?” Doug asked. “Your night with Corey not go well?”
Sure sounded like it was going well
, he wanted to say, but held his tongue.
Jairo perked up. “No, no it went great, actually. Really good. He’s amazing. A little eccentric but...amazing. And the sex.” He looked at Doug. “Holy shit, Doug. This guy. The things he can do with his hands. It’s...magical. And he has the most perfect cock I’ve ever
seen
. He does this thing where—”
“Ah, ya, ya, I got it,” Doug said, holding a hand up. “I get the picture.”
Jairo chuckled. “Sorry. It’s just been a while since I’ve met someone that hot.”
“I’m glad you had fun. So why do you look like someone ran over your grandmother?”
Jairo’s huge smile slid, and he pursed his lips. “Everything went great. After, you know, the sex, he told me I could spend the night, which I thought was encouraging. We exchanged numbers. He said he’d call me, yadda yadda. So I woke up this morning when I heard his roommate get home and go into the shower. Suddenly Corey sits up, hears the shower, and basically shoves me out of bed. He told me I had to leave, because Stewart was home, and Saturday morning was
their
time.”
Doug said nothing, but a fist of jealous twisted in his gut.
“Do you think that’s weird?” Jairo asked. “I suppose he’s just one of those guys that wants you out of there the next morning, so he made up some lame excuse.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
So Corey hadn’t told Jairo about Stewart. Jairo still thought Stewart was just Corey’s
roommate
. Doug felt bad for him, but figured it wasn’t his place to say anything. He’d only known Jairo a few hours longer than he’d known Stewart, it wasn’t like they were besties and he owed him his undying loyalty. Jairo had picked up a guy in a bar, there’d been no promises.