Here for You (18 page)

“Never know.” Sam winked. “I might have to come to that festival.”

Cole tried to keep the smile on his face. He hated guys who winked.

“We could do that and hit some museums too,” Ian said. He glanced at Cole. “Sound fun to you?”

Cole didn’t answer, and Ian didn’t notice as he and Sam chatted on and on.

“I got to go,” Sam said at last and smiled at Ian.

It was a bit too wide for Cole’s taste. Then Sam looked at Cole. “Nice to finally talk to you.”

“You too.”

Why did Sam have to speak so nicely to him? He wasn’t making it easy to totally dislike him, not when his gaze was that kind.

Fuck.
It only made Cole feel worse that Sam seemed nice.

“Bye. I’ll call you soon.”

“Later.”

Ian ended the call. “I doubt he’ll really visit. He’s pretty swamped with his practice.”

“What’s he do?”

“Oh, he’s a lawyer like me.”

Figures.
Cole looked away. “Got any food?”

“Since you slept way past breakfast, I have steaks marinating for us. When do you need to leave for work?”

“I don’t. I traded shifts with Sandy.”

“What’d you think of Sam, by the way? I think you’d hit it off with him.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“What? You sound off. Don’t you think you’d like him?”

“Of course. He’s probably just like you. So why wouldn’t I like him? Right?” Cole had meant to keep his tone neutral and cool, but his words came out hot and accusatory instead.

“Okay, Cole.” Ian frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“I suppose Sam is a little like me, but—”

“Can we eat now?”

“No.” Ian folded his arms at his chest. “Not until you explain why you look ready to scratch my eyes out.” He cocked his head to one side. “Wait. Are you jealous?”

“Don’t be stupid.” Cole got up and headed for Ian’s kitchen. “I’m hungry, that’s all. Like you said, I already slept through breakfast.”

Ian followed him. “Right….” A pleased expression crossed his face.

“Oh, get that smug look gone, Ian. I am not, I repeat,
not
jealous of your old boyfriend.”

Ian merely raised his eyebrows. “If anything, I should be the jealous one. You work in a hip gay bar, and guys must come on to you all the time. Do you deny it?”

Cole shrugged, and he smiled slightly. “Are
you
jealous?”

“Hell yes. I think about it. I remember seeing you around with all those different guys. Always flirting—” Ian gestured to Cole. “—and look at you. You’re gorgeous.”

Cole flushed. “Ian—”

“Tell me you don’t know it.” Ian grinned. Then his smile slipped. He stared at Cole. “I do worry maybe you’ll meet somebody there. I’m a few years older than you.”

“You’re not old. You’re sexy.”

“Well—”

A faint blush tainted Ian’s cheeks. Cole loved it when he could embarrass the usually self-contained Ian. “What? Did Sam never mention that?” he teased.

Ian spluttered.

“Plus, you make me come just by talking to me.”

Ian’s face was red as a tomato.

“And you’re so perfect, Ian.” Cole ran a hand through his hair. “I’m not at all like you or… like Sam. I’ve never been to a museum or an art gallery or a fancy French restaurant.”

“Who even mentioned a French restaurant? And who cares—”

“I’ve never been to college either.” Cole cut him off. “Much less law school.”

“So what?” Ian strode over to him. The blush no longer covered his face. “I’ve never worked to support myself the way you have from a young age. My parents paid for my schooling. Does that change how you see me?”

“No, but—it’s not the same. Can we drop this entire conversation?”

“Sure.” Ian’s mouth slanted upward. “As soon as you admit you were jealous of Sam.”

“Fine! I was jealous, okay? A little.”

“Ahh… he admits it. A little.”

Cole smiled reluctantly. “All right, it might have bothered me more than a little. Maybe a lot. He’s done so many things with you that I haven’t.”

“We can fix that. And I haven’t done things too.”

“Like?”

“I haven’t tried golf, despite being a lawyer. Never jumped out of a plane. I haven’t gotten a tattoo or played pinball or skinny-dipped in the ocean.”

Cole laughed. “I’m with you on golf. Fucking boring. We can skip that one. But you haven’t played pinball? Ever?” At Ian’s nod, Cole said, “That’s un-American or something, Ian.”

“Are you going to break up with me over it?”

“Ass.”

“Here’s what I think we should do.” Ian wrapped his arms at Cole’s waist. “I’ll take you to a fancy French restaurant and art gallery, and then you take me skinny-dipping and for pinball. How’s that?”

“All in one night? Sounds a bit crazy.”

“That’s what I like about the idea. For years I’ve gone through my life doing what’s comfortable. Never getting out of my routine. Until you.” Ian regarded him. “Cole, you have nothing to worry about with Sam. He’s a good person, and I hope I remain his friend, but it was never right with him. Sure, we shared similarities. And I’m sure we looked right on paper together, but he was never fully in my heart. He’s with somebody new now, and he’s happier than he ever was with me. I never allowed myself to fully open up with Sam.” Ian pushed their bodies closer. “But with you? I’m right here. I’m all in.”

“Not yet, but you will be soon.” Cole tried to joke, because his heart hammered like mad, but Ian’s serious expression wouldn’t let him.

“All these things you’ve done or I’ve done, all our differences? They’re only important if you let them be important. Trust me. Please?”

Cole managed to nod. He wasn’t big on trust, but Ian was the exception.

“Good. Then we’ll have our crazy date and let go of the rest of our insecurities?”

“Sure.” Cole paused as a thought occurred to him. “It’s like a bucket list thing, only we’re not old or sick, thank goodness. But I like the idea. After Brendan’s accident….” The rest of his sentence stuck in his throat.

Ian, sensing Cole’s struggle to discuss Brendan, kissed him softly. Cole took courage from that sweet kiss. “If Brendan’s accident taught me anything, it’s that there are no guarantees of more time. Let’s do all those things and more.”

“It’s a deal.” Ian gave him a playful smack on his rear. “But I’m adding sexual positions and toys to the list.”

“Ha. Sounds good to me.” Cole made a face. “Hmm….”

“What?”

“It’ll take some thought. What I
haven’t
actually tried?”

“Braggart.”

“You know it.” Cole trailed a finger down Ian’s chest, fingering the button on his shirt. “I wouldn’t object if you spanked me more.”

Ian caught his breath. “That can be arranged.”

“And I’ll try not to compare you to that time I was in a club and—”

Ian smacked his ass, a little harder than before. Cole laughed and groaned. “You know what? Suddenly your being at an art gallery with Sam doesn’t bother me.”

“Glad I could help,” Ian grumbled. “How many guys have already spanked you?”

“Oh, a couple hundred or so?” Cole faked a bored, indifferent shrug. “Not sure.”

“Fantastic.” Ian looked displeased for real.

“Hey, Ian… I was only teasing.”

“I don’t like hearing about your past flings.” Ian studied him intensely. “Maybe I’m conservative, but….” His expression turned moody.

“I like that you’re conservative about things, old-fashioned even. I’ve never….” Cole broke off. “Nobody’s cared enough before you to be upset about it. I can’t change my past.”

“Of course not. I’m not asking you to do that.” Ian gave a small rueful smile. “I guess I worry how I’ll measure up to all those young pretty boys.”

Cole’s eyes widened. He never suspected Ian could be insecure too. It touched him deeply. He loved Ian’s strength, but he needed to see Ian vulnerable at times.

He kissed Ian hard on the lips. When the kiss ended, his voice went low and hoarse. “I want you so much. There is no measuring, Ian. You’re all I want. You’re all I think about.”

Ian didn’t reply. He hauled Cole to him. “You’re going to be sore by tonight. I promise.”

Cole shivered. He didn’t have time to make a retort—Ian brought his mouth down on Cole’s.

I
AN
SURVEYED
Cole, naked, sprawled out on his bed. Cole was on his stomach, his arms and legs extended toward the four corners of the mattress. He wasn’t tied. He’d put his body in that position because Ian had ordered him to do it.

Ian brought his hand down. Cole moaned, wriggling slightly. He rocked into the mattress as Ian delivered another firm spank.

“Lift that ass higher,” Ian said. He felt a thrill as Cole obeyed, getting his ass higher into the air. He gave him a slap right over his butthole. God, Ian could hardly wait to get his tongue and then his cock right there.

“More like that,” Cole said. “Harder too.”

“You got it.” A tingle rushed through him at Cole’s needy words. He repeated the movement of his hand twice more, hearing Cole gasp and moan at each blow, before turning to grab some oil.

His asscheeks, already a pretty pink from being spanked, quivered as Ian squirted out the massage oil. He began to soothe Cole’s butt, kneading with firm pressure. Despite giving him several open-palm spanks, Ian would never cross the line into actually hurting him, and they both knew it.

That didn’t mean it wasn’t fun to play a little.

As he caressed his ass, Ian leaned down near Cole. “You look so damn beautiful just now. I’m so hard for you.” He rained kisses down the side of Cole’s neck.

Cole turned in his arms, and they kissed. Cole gently licked at his lips, before devouring Ian’s mouth.

Cole took the berry-scented oil from Ian’s hand and emptied some onto his stomach. “I want you to rub up and down against me.” Ian watched him spread the massage oil lower, coating his abdomen and down to his erection. Cole worked himself over in slick strokes. He pulled Ian on top of him.

They moved in sync, their cocks hotly gliding together. Ian moaned and knew if they continued this way, he’d burst.

Ian took control, taking both erections in his hand. He tightened his grip and began to jerk Cole’s dick hard. If he was going to come, Cole damn well was going over the edge with him.

Their hips ground against each other. He smelled Cole’s soap, and Ian wanted to inhale all of him, every part. Cole bucked at his hand for more, and Ian tugged at their cocks in a faster rhythm. At the same time, he bent down and bit Cole’s shoulder, only enough to sting. Cole shouted. Ian could feel their cocks pulse in his hand.

He mixed it up, giving gentle licks and hard nips at Cole’s neck and shoulder. All the while Ian continued to stroke their cocks up and down, up and down.

“Oh sweet Christ, Ian.”

“I know, sweetheart.” Ian couldn’t help the endearment slipping out. He moved his hand lower to caress Cole’s sac, tenderly capturing his balls. “Be with me,” Ian urged.

Cole was breathing heavily. His legs spread farther apart.

“Yes, I want to, please!” Cole begged.

The sound of his low whimpers drove Ian even crazier. How he needed this. Needed Cole.

Cole held Ian’s back in a tight grip. Ian slid his cock one more time against Cole’s, his own nuts drawing in, tension filling him. He loved the feel of their cocks touching, a slick mix of their precum at his finger as Cole squirmed wildly beneath him.

Despite his building need to be inside Cole, Ian took that moment to kiss his lips and trail down his jaw. Ian sucked at the spot right below his ear and Cole whimpered loudly. He rolled underneath Ian, and as Ian drew back a little, Cole hitched his legs wider, up and away, granting him better access to his heavy balls and his tight hole.

God, he was fucking magnificent. Ian shook as a stab of need hit him. For a second he was struck dumb, his brain short-circuiting as he stared at Cole.

Cole made an impatient noise. Guiding Ian’s fingers to him, Cole spread his legs a little more, exposing his perfect sexy hole. He opened his ass at Ian’s oiled fingers, surprising him with his aggression. Ian didn’t need to thrust his finger inside because Cole had taken them. They both moaned. Gasping, Cole released his hand and lifted his hips up. His cock jutted at his stomach, making Ian lick his lips.

Cole writhed up and down. His ass muscles contracted around Ian, and he looked down at Cole riding his fingers. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. He matched Cole’s rhythm, his fingers pushing at Cole’s tightness. Together they prepared Cole, pushing Ian’s hand deeper, his fingers gliding in to what felt like the exact right spot. Cole shouted Ian’s name and then bit his lip hard, as if to clamp down the sounds he wanted to make. But Ian could see how much he loved it. He felt Cole’s ass muscles gripping his fingers.

With his free hand, Ian jacked himself. He wanted to mark Cole with his cum. Ian panted harder than he ever had in his life. Cole’s thrashing motions under him drove him to the edge and a few tugs later Ian’s wish was granted. He came hard, shooting out milky streams of cum all over Cole’s cock and flat stomach.

Cole clenched around Ian’s fingers. He moaned helplessly. Ian knew Cole was about to blow his load too. He worked his cock for less than a second, one rub across the head, and Cole jerked like a puppet on a string.

“I’m so close,” Cole groaned. His gaze lifted to Ian’s.

Heat.
Cole’s gaze was scorching with it. His breath hitched, and Ian stared down at Cole, amazed at how beautiful, how responsive he was to Ian’s touch. All Ian wanted was to pleasure him as much as humanly possible.

Gently Ian removed his hand from Cole’s ass. Before Cole could protest, Ian scooted lower.

Ian’s mouth fixed on Cole’s already oiled entrance. He spared him nothing. He sucked and tongue-fucked him ruthlessly as Cole cried out again and again, arching upward. Ian paused at the exact right second and held the base of Cole’s dick, not allowing him to come.

He pulled back and surveyed Cole. Cole’s eyes were glazed over, mouth open, panting. Cole’s dick was red and flushed. Precum dripped onto his stomach, blending with Ian’s earlier cum. Seeing Cole’s response made Ian’s heart clench with hope. He briefly stroked his hands down Cole’s frame, teasing and touching, trying to convey all the emotions wrapping around his heart as he caressed Cole’s skin.