“You have the best ass. I miss the leather pants.”
“Oh God, not me. They were hard to get on and impossible to get off.”
Walter’s expression grew serious as he finally had Kevin’s pants and underwear on the floor. He lunged forward, took Kevin’s shaft in his hand, and said, “Don’t wear those fucking things again. Nothing that takes too much time for me to get to your body.”
“Thought you liked—” Uncontrollably, Kevin bucked up into the touch, and a loud hiss escaped his lips. “Thought you liked going slow. Maybe I should wear those pants more often, make you wait until you’re ready to pop, until you are begging for it.” The same thing Walter had said to him the other day.
“Funny man.”
Maybe humor wasn’t the best way to handle the moment. Because Walter released him and went back to standing by the side of the bed.
Or perhaps it didn’t matter what he said. Walter was undressing. Kevin lay back and enjoyed the view, loving the intense way Walter watched him in return as the clothes slid off his body. The serious vampire stare was back. Only this time it blended with more passion and familiarity, more admiration than the first night they’d met.
“Get on your stomach.”
“Okay.” But Kevin didn’t move. He couldn’t. “I…”
“Kevin.” Walter came forward onto the bed again. Propped on his hands on each side of Kevin, he leaned over. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
“I know that. It’s just…”
“You’ve never done this. I haven’t forgotten that. Believe me. You still want to?”
“God, yes.”
“Then trust me.”
“I do.”
“I won’t hurt you.”
Kevin sighed, knowing that truth almost more than he knew himself. “I know that. I just don’t want to mess this up.”
“Nothing you could do will mess this up. Nothing.”
“Okay.” Kevin rolled over, barely making it to his stomach before Walter kissed an ass cheek, then the other, massaging Kevin’s lower back with his thumbs as he helped him onto his knees.
Walter traced a line with his lips and tongue along Kevin’s ass to that one spot where Kevin wanted Walter to take him. Only he hadn’t really believed Walter would use his tongue first, hadn’t imagined that mouth on his ass would feel so exquisite, so incredibly sexy. Walter slowly, sensually made love to him with his hot, slick tongue. It had Kevin undone in seconds, had him swaying on his hands and knees, had him begging and moaning like he’d never done before.
Then that slick mouth vanished. Kevin had never been so wound up and so relaxed all at once. “Please.”
Walter ran a hand over his ass. “I’m right here. Let your upper body fall to the bed.”
Kevin could barely move. Walter bent over him and slid both hands down Kevin’s arms to his wrists, guiding him to the bed, his ass even more exposed.
But that was okay. Walter had him.
“Stay right like that.”
Now that he was in that position, Kevin wasn’t sure he could lift up for anything. Who would’ve thought being that open and exposed would feel so natural. And sexy. And raunchy in a delicious way.
A rush of excitement surged through him when Walter’s slick hand worked lube over him, inside him, wet kisses trailing down his back at the same time. The pressure of that intimate touch was more erotic than Kevin had expected, sensation surging through him to his balls. He heard Walter open the condom.
“It’s my cock now. I’ll take it slow.” Walter rubbed Kevin’s lower back, and then the pressure at his ass increased.
A twinge of pain, more pressure, and Walter only had the tip of his dick inside him.
“Wait. Wait.”
The words were unnecessary. Walter had already stopped.
“Just breathe. Stroke your dick.”
Kevin slid his hand under his body to his shaft. The burn eased with the surge of pleasure that came with the first few strokes of his already hard dick. Walter reached around and swiped lube on the head of Kevin’s cock. On the next stroke up, Kevin gathered the lube and spread it over his length. Everything faded but the feeling of his own hand and Walter inside him. He wanted more. Walter had to feel the same. He’d been still for far too long. “Please.” Kevin shifted, rocked. More of Walter’s cock pressed inside him.
Walter clasped Kevin’s hips tighter. “Fuck.” The word sounded like it had barely made it out through his clenched teeth. That had to be a good curse, or maybe a frustrated one. Kevin would’ve made a joke about that, but the drag of Walter’s dick inside him had all coherent thought long gone.
“Please. More.”
Walter groaned and thrust, slow at first, almost too tentative. With a few more begs from Kevin, Walter surged forward and forced him up higher on the bed. He thrust again and again, hitting a spot inside Kevin that spiked the pleasure throughout his body, that had him feeling like he was already coming. He jerked himself faster. Harder.
Walter’s hands on his hips dug in. He pulled Kevin backward, slamming him onto his lap and onto his cock over and over again.
No other sexual experience of Kevin’s life had prepared him for how out of control he’d feel, for how much Walter’s cock inside his ass would crank up the need and pleasure in his own body. He let go of his dick, too afraid he’d shoot already. He didn’t want this to end. Not yet. Not until Walter was completely sated from just being inside Kevin.
Walter’s thrusts came faster, an erratic surge of his body against Kevin’s ass until he groaned again. He held Kevin still, his cock buried inside him as he came.
He sucked in a deep breath and kissed Kevin’s neck. “That was…Christ, that was amazing.” Another long inhale and then he reached around and stroked Kevin.
That knowing, confident hand felt like magic. A few more of those sure jerks of Walter’s hand, and Kevin trembled, his cum spurting out in long arcs of pleasure.
When his body had given over the last of his release, they fell forward to the bed, their arms and legs tangled together. Kevin breathed deep. “Oh fucking hell, I’m so gay.”
Walter laughed. Then the warmth of his body left as he disposed of the condom. “Come here.” He returned and tucked Kevin close to him, spooning him. Their slick, warm bodies came together, this time the desire replaced by…
What?
Kevin couldn’t find the words for how he felt.
Maybe Walter couldn’t either. They lay quietly, their breathing evening out, the sweat drying on their skin, Walter’s hand leisurely running over Kevin’s abs.
Until Walter spoke a few minutes later. “You want to check your phone?”
“What phone?”
Walter laughed at that. He held Kevin tighter to his chest and wrapped both arms around him. “You should tell someone you’re gay every day.”
* * * *
“Wake up. It’s time.”
Walter rolled onto his back and squinted as the light from the bathroom blinded him. His hip ached where he’d lain on his side. How long had they been asleep? He checked the clock. Almost ten p.m. He rarely napped like that. The sex had knocked him out. That’s what he got for spending the nights all alone before he’d met Kevin, sipping wine and reading his e-mail. He lifted his head off the pillow. “Time for what?”
A freshly showered and still-naked Kevin hovered over him. Water from his hair dripped onto Walter’s chest. Kevin smirked, looking like a man with a serious plan. “Round two.”
Walter dropped his head to the pillow.
Shit
. What had he gotten into? Sleeping with a man almost twenty years younger—a man who was figuring out exactly how much he loved dick—might just kill him.
“Don’t give me that look like you didn’t love fucking my virgin ass.” Kevin straddled him, tickling his sides.
Walter’s smile grew. “You want to play again?” He braced his feet on the bed and flipped them over, pushing Kevin into the mattress. He gave as good as he’d gotten with the tickling. A squirming, wet, naked Kevin underneath him had Walter’s body forgetting about his age. Then he felt something on Kevin that was not wet skin. Walter sat up. “I could tell how much you liked getting fucked, and I know you are possibly trying to make up for lost time like an obsessed sex fiend, but you could at least take the time to get your socks off first.”
“My feet are cold.”
“You just showered.”
“It was a cold shower.” Kevin smirked, that half-embarrassed, half-mischievous grin that Walter was beginning to understand meant Kevin was horny. “I wanted to let you sleep more.”
Walter leaned forward and kissed him, heat passing between them as their mouths opened, their tongues pressed together.
“Okay.” Kevin lifted a foot straight up in the air. “All warm now. Take them off me, please.”
Walter started to peel off the first sock, then paused. “You don’t have some foot kink where you want me to lick your toes, do you?”
“No.” Kevin laughed again, his head thrown back. The laughter cut short, and he lifted his head. “Wait. Maybe. Lick them so I can see.” He raised his leg higher and wiggled his toes.
“No way, freak. Lick your own toes.”
Kevin pouted. He actually pouted, the little shit. “Well, then, I might as well suck my own dick.”
“Oh God.” Walter had pulled off the other sock, but he stilled with Kevin’s words, the sock dangling from the ends of his fingers. “That’d be something to watch.”
“Now who’s the freak?”
Walter tossed the sock aside and plastered his body to Kevin. “Just for the record, there’s not much you could do to yourself sexually I wouldn’t get off on watching.”
“A freak and a perv.”
“Guess so.”
Kevin cupped his cheek. “My kind of perv.”
“All yours.” Whether it was a good idea or not to admit that, it was the truth. Walter slid down the bed until he had his head positioned over Kevin’s dick. He’d never before wanted to suck cock as much as he did with Kevin. There was just something about the way Kevin moved and begged for more, the way he whimpered when he was about to come. Like he’d been waiting his whole life to have Walter’s lips on his dick, and each time he couldn’t believe it was happening.
This time Walter was sucking him until he shot down his throat.
A hand landed on the back of his head right as he lowered his mouth over Kevin’s dick.
“God, yes. Please.”
Yep. No one sounded as good in bed.
“Fuck. Fuck.”
Yes, Kevin, that’s what we’re doing.
An alarm dinged from the nightstand. A new text message. The shit had turned his phone on.
Kevin didn’t seem like he noticed. His fingers tightened in Walter’s hair. He bucked up into his mouth. “Oh fuck.” Before long he came, shooting down Walter’s throat.
Walter swallowed it down, sucking Kevin through the last tremors. He released Kevin’s softening cock, shifted up the bed, and straddled him. He fisted his own dick and gave an unsteady, rapid tug. He wasn’t going to last through anything fancy. Just staring down at Kevin was more than enough after having the man’s cock in his mouth. Kevin had grabbed on to the headboard above him with both fists, watching Walter with those wide, curious eyes.
Another jerk of his hips and Walter drove forward. He braced himself on one arm, ready to watch his cum land on Kevin’s chest.
Kevin had other ideas. He shimmied down the bed and took the head of Walter’s dick between his lips. He gripped Walter’s ass and encouraged him to go deeper. Walter released his cock and pressed his hands against the mattress, letting go with one thrust after another, fucking Kevin’s mouth, careful not to go too deep. One last thrust and he shot. Kevin didn’t let go of him, taking in every ounce of his release.
Walter couldn’t hold up any longer. He plopped onto the bed beside Kevin.
“Wow.” Kevin slowly lifted his head. “You… I… Wow.” His head fell to the bed, and a long laugh escaped. Walter encouraged him up higher on the mattress. Kevin settled in but didn’t stay still for long. He sat up in a rush. “Oh fuck.” This curse sounded more frustrated than the pleasure-filled ones a moment before. Kevin lunged for his phone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I was supposed to help my dad unpack and install the new washer and dryer tonight.” He checked his phone. “He called me four times.” Kevin got up and slipped on his pants. “I hope he didn’t try to do it by himself.”
Walter rose and went for his clothes. “You’re not going alone.”
“I have the goons.”
“I’ll drive you. And I can help with the washer and dryer. That way your dad doesn’t have to lift anything.” Walter stilled before he had the zipper on his pants done up. “Wait… How old is your dad?”
“Forty-seven.”
Holy shit. Walter dropped to the bed, his back to Kevin. An unintentional move. But a good one. He didn’t want Kevin to see the disappointment on his face. His dad was forty-seven.
Forty-seven. His father.
Kevin’s words came out in an even tone like he’d had to explain this a lot in his life. “They were still in high school, barely seventeen when they got pregnant with me.” Kevin came around the bed and stood before him. He studied Walter for a moment, then asked, “How old are you?”
Walter didn’t answer. Couldn’t. He’d never been this embarrassed. How ridiculous did he look hanging around Kevin, never mind the fucking?
“Walter, how old are you?”
He ran his hands through his hair and fell back to the bed. “A year older than your father.”
“No way.” Kevin straddled his thighs and braced himself over him on each side of Walter’s shoulders. “Holy shit. You take good care of yourself.”
He did, but what did that matter? He couldn’t change his age. He sighed and said, “Let’s get going. I guess you and two old guys should be able to move a washer and dryer.”
“I don’t know. I mean, I haven’t said anything to them about…” Kevin bit his bottom lip and gestured between them.
“You can tell them I’m a friend, or that we’re working on a story together.”
“Okay.” He smiled down at Walter. “Thanks.”
“It’s not a big deal.”
“No. For…” Kevin waved a hand through the air like he was showing off the bedroom set on a game show. “Everything.”
Walter sat up and gave him a long, slow kiss. “You’re more than welcome.”
Kevin touched Walter’s bare chest, cupping and massaging the flesh, looking like he wanted to devour him before they left.