Straight Boy: A Short Story (6 page)

They stared at each other, their breathing harsh and uneven.

Xavier took Sage’s chin with his fingers. Sage hated how the simple touch made him tremble again.

Xavier’s jaw tightened. Yes, he looked angry. With Sage? With himself?

“I’m going to fuck you,” Xavier said in a conversational tone at odds with the tense expression on his face. “I’m going to fuck you and get this out of my system.”

Sage swallowed. This was a terrible idea. But on the other hand, getting this out of his system sounded like a very good idea.

Sage took a step away, looked back at Xavier, and then headed to his apartment. He heard footsteps behind him, felt Xavier’s heavy gaze with his skin—the skin that suddenly seemed tight and oversensitive.

The walk home seemed both endless and over too soon. Sage was painfully aware of the man walking behind him, of every sound he made, every breath he took. Sage’s skin was hot, his mouth was dry, and his dick ached. He’d never wanted anyone to the point of being unable to string two thoughts together—besides just getting home and getting under Xavier.

Finally, they were there.

Sage’s fingers shook as he pulled out his key to unlock he door. He could acutely feel Xavier’s body behind him. Sage didn’t turn around; he didn’t trust himself. He opened the door, went inside and headed straight to the bedroom. Switching on the bedside lamp, Sage finally turned around.

“Take your clothes off and lie on the bed,” Xavier said hoarsely, unbuttoning his shirt.

Sage’s mouth watered as he watched. He wanted to press his face into all that dark fuzz and start kissing his way down.

“Take off your clothes,” Xavier repeated, his eyes gleaming darkly.

Right.

Sage discarded his T-shirt, then unbuttoned his fly, sitting on the bed to tug his shoes off one by one before kicking his pants and boxers off and moving back to lie in the center of the mattress.

The bed creaked as Sage shifted his body, spreading his legs a little. He couldn’t deny that he liked how it made Xavier stare, his breathing uneven.

It made him giddy. Vulnerable and powerful all at once.

Xavier pulled out a tube of K-Y Jelly from his pocket and tossed it onto the bed.

Sage licked his dry lips. “You want me to—?”

“No. I’ll do it.” Xavier’s voice was clipped as his eyes roamed all over Sage.

Xavier undressed quickly and soon stood naked and magnificent before him, his toned, powerful body the definition of masculinity with his thick cock standing out hard. Sage licked his lips again, staring at Xavier’s cock. His own started to throb.

Xavier walked over and took the lube. “Roll over. Put a pillow under your hips.” Xavier’s voice was tense but controlled.

Sage was panting as he complied. He knew Xavier was looking at him, looking at his ass. It made him blush—and turned him on even more. Xavier loved his ass; Sage knew that.

Sage took a shaky breath in as Xavier’s slick finger touched between his cheeks, smearing the lube around his hole before suddenly shoving inside.

He yelped. “Are you crazy?”

“You can take it. We both know it. I’ve waited long enough.” Xavier leaned down and kissed the dimples above his ass, his hot mouth inches from his pumping finger. Sage felt his hole getting slick, relaxing and clenching around Xavier’s finger. He moaned a little as Xavier pushed another finger into him and humped his hips back against Xavier’s hand, panting. “Come on—enough. Need it.”

“What do you need?”

“Huh?”

“Tell me what you need.”

Sage swallowed, barely able to think, and said, his voice hoarse and breathy, “Your dick.”

“What about my dick?”

“Don’t be an asshole.”

“Say it.” Xavier’s fingers pushed against his prostate, sending pleasure running from the tips of Sage’s toes straight to his leaking cock. Sage gasped and panted into the blanket, desperate for more.

“Want it in me.” Sage opened his eyes, turning his head to look into Xavier’s dark, nearly feral eyes. “Fuck me,” he whispered. “Want you to fuck me.”
I missed it. Missed this
.

Xavier stared at him like a starved man at a feast. “Look at you, Blue Eyes. I’ve seen bitches in heat with more dignity.”

It should have humiliated him. Being called that word again. Bitch. But right now, he felt exactly like a bitch. He wanted to be fucked. He needed to be fucked. Wanted to have Xavier inside of him. He needed it.

Xavier pulled his fingers out and moved to straddle Sage’s legs, rubbing the lube remaining on his fingers into his cock.

Sage bit his lip as Xavier grabbed his hip with one hand and pressed the head of his cock against Sage’s hole with the other. He pushed inside, his thick cock forcing him to accept him, to take him, until he bottomed out, balls against Sage’s cheeks.

Xavier wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t gentle at all, but he didn’t need to be. It hurt, but Sage didn’t mind. Xavier’s hands moved along Sage’s back to push him down hard into the mattress, and Sage whimpered. It was precisely what he had dreamed about on all those nights—being powerless, pinned to the mattress under Xavier’s weight as Xavier used him for his pleasure.

Xavier pulled out and then drove into him with an animalistic growl. “Damn—” One of Xavier’s hands moved to grip the back of Sage’s neck as Xavier started to fuck him in earnest. God. His cock felt perfect in him. So good.

Sage let out a long moan as Xavier shifted his hips and pumped into him harder, grazing that spot inside him that made Sage shudder and whine.

“You missed this,” Xavier said, thrusting deep into him; Sage gave a stuttering cry as Xavier’s fingers tightened around his neck. “You missed this, Straight Boy.”

Sage didn’t deny that. He couldn’t. He was close already. His balls tightened and he could feel the heat of orgasm building inside of him as Xavier slammed into him over and over, keeping him on the edge. Sage’s body rang with the joy of being pinned down and vulnerable like this, a terrifyingly strong orgasm beginning to build up, and up.

“Yes, that’s it,” Xavier grunted into his ear. “You’re going to come, just from getting fucked, Blue Eyes.” Xavier slammed his cock against his prostate, again and again. “My slut—fucking mine—” And then, softer, “Mine—”

Sage’s body exploded; he sobbed and cried out, his body bucking beneath Xavier’s as he came into the pillow, clenching so hard on Xavier’s cock that Xavier grunted in pain. Xavier started running his hands over Sage’s trembling frame, prolonging his pleasure as the hips against his circled in a slow grind.

“You really are a slut for it,” he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Sage just mumbled something unintelligible, gasping for air, his body still trembling with the aftershocks.

Xavier pulled out of him only long enough to guide his boneless body onto his back before pushing into him to the hilt once more.

“Fuck you,” Sage managed belatedly, still having trouble thinking straight. “Am not.”

“If you say so.” Xavier’s eyes looked feral. “Now shut up and spread your legs. I’m not done yet.”

Sage did as told, watching Xavier’s face as Xavier moved on top of him, inside him. Xavier’s cheeks were flushed, bringing a warmth to his chiseled face, his dark hair hanging over his forehead as Xavier clenched his jaw. Xavier’s eyes closed as his thrusts picked up speed and force, moving from controlled strokes to wild thrusts. His face pulled tight with pleasure, and harsh groans escaped from his throat.

Sage watched, transfixed, and couldn’t look away. Then he reached up with unsteady fingers to touch Xavier’s face.

Xavier’s eyes flew open at the touch and he stared down at Sage with a frightening intensity before he threw his head back and came with a guttural groan, burying himself in Sage’s ass.

Sage sighed in pleasure as Xavier collapsed on top of him. He was heavy, but Sage didn’t mind. He didn’t mind at all. He had missed this. The weight of his body, the scent, the pressure, the feeling of security. The rest of the world seemed very far away.

Xavier didn’t seem to be in any hurry to move away, breathing raggedly against his throat. Sage felt Xavier’s lips move against his collarbone, shaping soundless words. Xavier kissed the sensitive skin there before sucking hard.

“There will be a hickey,” Sage murmured.

“Good.” Xavier gave him another hickey. And then another.

He should stop him. Sage knew he should stop him. The guys at work were going to give him weird looks tomorrow—everyone knew he and Laura had broken up.

Yet he didn’t stop Xavier.

Instead, Sage found himself tangling his arms and legs around the man on top of him and closing his eyes, feeling ridiculously warm inside. Safe.

Sage laughed at the thought. God, he really was messed up in the head.

“Something funny?” Xavier murmured, still nipping at his throat.

“You fucked me up,” Sage said, sliding a hand down Xavier’s wide back.

Xavier stopped kissing his neck. He propped himself up on an elbow and looked down at him. There was an odd expression in his eyes. “Then we’re even.”

Sage swallowed, his stomach tightening. “So… You fucked me. What now? Did you get it out of your system?”

Xavier’s lips pursed. “It might take a few more tries,” he said after a moment.

Sage scoffed, but against his will, found himself smiling.

Xavier stared at his face for so long that Sage started feeling uncomfortable. “What?”

“Dump your girlfriend,” Xavier said. “I’m not sharing you. Even with a woman.”

Sage opened his mouth to tell him to fuck off, but the words died on his lips under the intensity of Xavier’s gaze.

“She already dumped me,” he said instead, feeling flustered for no reason.

“Good.” Xavier leaned down to kiss him.

Some time later, when Xavier finally pulled his tongue out of his mouth, Sage sighed and admitted, “Maybe I’m not completely straight after all.”

Xavier chuckled. “Maybe? You just had my dick in you. It doesn’t get gayer than that, Straight Boy.”

Sage smacked him on the head but found himself smiling as he rolled them over and buried his face on Xavier’s chest.

Maybe he really wasn’t straight. But maybe it was all right.

Xavier wrapped a heavy arm around him and pulled him tighter.

Sage closed his eyes and breathed his scent in.

More than all right.

The End

Thank you for reading!
Straight Boy
is a short prequel to the
Straight Guys
series. Xavier and Sage appear as supporting characters in other books of the series.

JUST A BIT TWISTED

(Straight Guys #1)

Professor Derek Rutledge is hated and feared by all of his students. Cold, reserved and ruthless, he doesn’t tolerate mistakes and has little patience for his students.

Shawn Wyatt is a twenty-year-old struggling to provide for his younger sisters after the death of their parents. On the verge of losing his scholarship, Shawn becomes desperate enough to go to Professor Rutledge.

Everyone says Rutledge doesn’t have a heart. Everyone says he’s a ruthless bastard. Shawn finds out that everyone is right.

He strikes a deal with Rutledge, but unexpectedly, the deal turns into something so much more.

Something all-consuming and addictive.

Something neither of them wants.

JUST A BIT OBSESSED

(Straight Guys #2)

Alexander Sheldon likes order and control in his life. He isn’t happy when his girlfriend invites another guy for a threesome. Alexander believes in monogamy, and he’s never been good at sharing his things. It doesn’t help that Christian rubs him the wrong way from the beginning.

But what starts as animosity turns into something else. Something unexpected and very wrong.

He was never supposed to touch Christian. He was never supposed to feel possessive of the guy. And he most definitely wasn’t supposed to want Christian more than he wants his girlfriend.

It’s a recipe for disaster.