He could hear the nerves shaking in Sam’s voice as he handed Ian the opening he needed.“I thought you were going to show me how sorry you were.”
Ian parked in a visitor spot.“You have a roommate?”he asked as he killed the engine and took the keys out of the ignition.
Sam cleared his throat again and poked at a hole in the denim covering his knee.“No.”
“I’ll come up to your place and show you there.”
“That sounds like another line,” Sam muttered.Ian got out of the cab and walked around to Sam’s side, then watched him through the window as he kept worrying the hole in his jeans.What did the kid’s internal dialogue sound like?
Sam’s internal dialogue went on forever.He sat there so long that Ian became concerned Sam would talk himself out of this.When he did eventually get out of the pickup, he stood there a few more seconds, looking at Ian.His hand trembled slightly where it rested on the door.
“Okay,” Sam said quietly.He sounded hypnotized.That was it: Ian was a snake and had charmed him—the snake analogy fit him tonight.Wait, wasn’t it the snake who was charmed by the handler?But he probably shouldn’t think like that, or he’d be the one who’d back out.
When Sam finally moved, he kept looking back over his shoulder, so much so that he ran into the handrail of his stairs.Ian grabbed his arm to steady him.“Be careful, kid.”
Sam yanked his arm out of Ian’s hold.“It’s your fault, following me like that.Distracting me.”
Good.“Don’t let yourself get distracted by me, kiddo,” he said.
Sam turned and started upstairs, conspicuously looking forward.He was almost to the top before he said, “Don’t tell me what to do.I don’t take orders.”
Ian took the last three steps in one.He walked up right behind Sam, forcing his body into the alcove of Sam’s front door.Pressing his front all along Sam’s back, arms bracketing him, palms on the door.“Oh, yes you do, kiddo,” Ian said into his ear.“From me you do.”
Well, he’d set that up nicely, hadn’t he?Gave Ian the perfect opening to go all dominant alpha hero on him.If Sam didn’t know better, he’d think his subconscious mind had planned this, but that didn’t seem possible.He’d never seen evidence of any part of his mind displaying this kind of intelligence in the past.Of course, his subconscious had never had Ian for motivation before.
He closed his eyes as Ian pressed in closer and spoke again in that threatening, thrilling tone.“You like to fight it, don’t you?You try to pretend you aren’t submissive, but you like it, kiddo.”He started rocking his hips slowly, pushing against Sam’s ass.
Oh, God, he’s already hard.Sam’s forehead thudded softly against the door.He couldn’t stop himself from pushing back against Ian.Except ...something was a little off.Sam struggled to turn around in Ian’s hold.
“I don’t do that anymore,” he said into Ian’s face.“I don’t take orders.”When Ian looked at him with raised eyebrows, Sam amended, “Unless I feel like it.”
Ian looked at him from under his lashes.It was a strangely flirty look that threw Sam off-balance.Well, further off-balance.“Do you feel like it tonight?”Ian pulled one hand off the door, sliding it down Sam’s arm, then his hip, across his jeans to cup Sam’s groin.He even moved in a slightly menacing, completely exciting way.Slowly.Controlled and planned.Foreplay aforethought.It made Sam’s heart race, and the back of his head hit the door.
Ian’s hand found his erection pushing against his fly through the denim.His fingers traced the shape of him while Sam watched in the porch light.“Wanna come inside?”he croaked.
They didn’t make it past the entry.Ian shut the front door behind him with a softclickand pushed Sam against the wall, forcefully enough that it made his knees weak.Ian stared at him, hand splayed on Sam’s chest, so close but not kissing him—Sam could read the indecision in his face, and then the moment when he decided not to.Thatfirmed his knees up again.
So it was like that.Of course it’s like that, idiot.It’s always been like that.Sam nearly shook his head at his romantic self.Ian wasn’t some gothic, tortured, romantic lead; he was just some horny guy in real life.
Besides, in tortured, gothic romances it took the herowaylonger than this to give in to his heart’s desires and kiss the heroine.Therefore, Ian couldn’t be that type of character; Sam’s proof was in the way Ian’s thumb started slowly stroking his chest, smoothing and pulling the fabric of his shirt across his sensitive skin.He was totally giving in to his urges, just not the ones involving his lips.
But say Ianwasa TGH (Tortured, Gothic Hero).The timeline for Main Character One to accept the love of Main Character Two was really long in those old-school romances, so Ian not kissing him was putting them right on track.Sam (as Main Character Two, of course—he preferred that to “heroine”) couldn’t expect the salve of his love and tenderness to heal the wounded heart of Ian (Main Character One) for at least two hundred pages.So it waspossible, right?
Okay, genius, if he’s the tortured hero, what does that make you?
That was a tough question, one he was having difficulty working out the answer to with Ian gently kneading his chest, staring into his eyes, his rapid breaths falling on Sam’s mouth as he leaned closer.Sam could see each whisker on Ian’s face, and not only watch butfeelIan’s lips part.He tilted his head a tiny bit, preparing for the kiss he might get after all, telling Ian hewantedit.
Then Ian’s face veered slightly to the side, his cheek rasping across Sam’s like an iceberg grazing a cruise ship.
“I want you to suck my cock,” Ian whispered in Sam’s ear before biting his lobe.And that’s when it hit Sam.If Ian was a TGH, that made Sam ...
Too Stupid to Live.
Sam closed his eyes in resignation.He was TSTL.Stupid enough to investigate the locked fourth story of the manor house, where the human screams originated; stupid enough to run out onto the moors at night to find the howling wolves.Stupid enough to want to suck Ian’s cock again.And the whole time, he’d be thinking he could somehow further the plot via his stupidity.
They stood there in some kind of sexual stasis while Sam thought it over.The problem was he loved sucking cock.Lovedit.Could almost come from it alone.He wanted to know more about what it felt like to suck a guy with foreskin, but even more, he wanted the chance to get Ian’s bull nuts into his mouth.If he could do that ...roll Ian’s balls across his tongue and fist his dick, stroke him until Ian came in his hair ...Sam hit his knees, still shivering from the image.
He’d opened Ian’s slacks and was mouthing him through his briefs before Ian could finish sucking in a surprised breath.He pulled Ian’s pants down just past his hips, then his plain white underwear.He had to get those out of the way; just tucking them behind Ian’s scrotum—guh—wouldn’t give him the kind of access he’d want later.He wrapped his fingers around Ian’s cock, watching the skin slide back on his shaft and then cover the glans again.Then he felt Ian’s hand grip his hair.Shit, should he have asked before touching?
