“Fuck, I want you.” It wasn’t that he hadn’t been with another man in a month. It was Reed. Carter wantedhim. Now. The smoothness of Reed’s skin, his thick cock pressing against Carter’s, the feel of his stubble scratching and burning as their cheeks slid together amped up his arousal to the point where he was about to splinter apart. Helpless, he thrust his rigid cock against Reed’s, shamelessly pinning him to the door until with a shuddering cry he came, spurting all over Reed’s stomach.
To his surprise, Reed took him around the waist and led him farther inside the hushed room. The maid had been in and turned down the sheets, and in a corner a dim light glowed golden, casting shadows. Carter lay face down on the bed, his head turned to the side, watching Reed watch him.
“What do you want from me?”
Spreading his legs in a silent invitation, Carter kept his gaze on Reed’s face and registered his surprise.
“Oh. I thought you were kidding before.”
“I never kid. I don’t have the time.” With a tip of his head Carter indicated his duffel bag sitting on the floor next to the bed. “In the outside pocket are condoms and lube.”
Somewhere in the distance, a radio played soft music, and Carter let the familiar, post-sex languor steal through his body. Reed gave him a hard look but said nothing; he reached over to unzip the pocket and pull out a box of condoms and a tube.
“I see you came prepared for the weekend.”
“Yeah,” said Carter, a mirthless smile thinning his lips. “I’m a real boy scout.”
Reed put his knee on the bed and leaned over to kiss the back of Carter’s neck. Within moments, Carter found himself unashamedly moaning and writhing beneath the efforts of Reed’s eager and agile tongue as it left a warm, wet trail down his spine.
“Oh, fuck, that’s good. Don’t stop.” His hands scrabbled at the sheets, twisting them into sweaty knots. Everything in Carter’s mind—his home, his business, even Jacks—faded away as Reed’s mouth licked, sucked, and nibbled at his quivering body.
“Please,” he moaned. Carter hardly recognized that desperate and needy voice as his own, and was so far gone he didn’t care. “Please.” A ceiling of gold shimmered above him, growing brighter with each sweep of Reed’s tongue. Reed’s cool, slick fingers parted his ass, and a finger brushed his hole, then sank inside, working its way in and out. It was soon joined by another, and they both kept up a steady, pumping motion while his body hummed, on fire.
“Fucking hell,” he cried out, his cock once again painfully hard. His ass was up in the air, his legs spread wide, and Carter opened himself with complete abandon as he worked himself on Reed’s hand, uncaring how he might look. Sparks flew from that golden ceiling, and Carter trembled in anticipation of it shattering.
“No hell,” whispered Reed in Carter’s ear. “I’m about to take you to heaven.”
Then he was empty and bereft, Reed having removed his fingers. Carter wanted to protest, wanted to be filled again, when the head of Reed’s cock pushed into his hole.
“Uhh.” He grunted with the effort to relax. “Fucking shove it in me. I want it all.” It was as if knowing he only had tonight, Carter wanted it as hard and fast as he could, to wring as much pleasure out of his body as possible before he had to shutter it all down for another four weeks of darkness.
If he thought Reed was about to listen to his demands though, Carter was mistaken. Reed pulled him on his knees to the edge of the bed while he stood and fit his body to the curve of Carter’s back. Their torsos pressed close, and with his arm firmly wrapped around Carter’s chest, Reed began a slow, sensual rocking motion, his thick cock sliding inside Carter’s body, deep and strong. A wave of hunger, incredible in its neediness, rose within him to be taken, and Carter leaned back against Reed, blindly searching for his mouth. With a strong hand on Carter’s face, Reed took his lips in a bruising kiss while his other hand slid down to grab hold of Carter’s now-straining cock.
They kept up that rocking, sliding, stroking motion, Carter trembling with the effort of holding himself together until that golden ceiling eclipsed, showering bright shards of light behind Carter’s eyes. He came again, though it was a much sweeter, less fiery release. Reed lasted only moments longer, pumping hard, coming hot and heavy inside the condom, sobbing out his climax as he collapsed on top of Carter, pushing him face down on the bed.
They lay together, the sweat on their drenched bodies drying off in the air-conditioned cool of the room, and Carter found himself dozing once again, drained from the emotions of the day and the incredible sex he’d experienced. Reed pulled out of him, and with one eye cracked open, Carter tracked him as he tossed the used condom in the trash, then went to the bathroom. He heard the sound of the toilet flush and water run, and he used the last of his strength to wiggle under the covers. For a moment he considered asking Reed to stay, but that would get awkward in the morning. Besides, Jacks always got up early, and they had breakfast together over Skype.
“Make sure when you leave that the door shuts behind you. Thanks for everything.”
He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Two
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“Thanks for everything,”mumbled Reed as he wiped down the bar. “Like I was the maid delivering towels.” He flung the damp washcloth to the side, then immediately picked it up again and walked to the other side of the bar where he attacked that surface, rubbing it over and over again until the dark wood gleamed. He couldn’t help it even though he knew it was a problem. Two weeks had gone by since that night, yet his dismissal, like he was the paid help, still rankled like a fresh bee sting.
And for the two weeks Reed had been jumpier than ever; his sleep was off, and he snapped at everyone at work. It had been years since he’d been this anxious and off-center, and he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Can I take a five-minute break?” he asked Vernon, the owner. “I gotta make a call real quick.”
“Yeah, don’t worry about it. It’s Wednesday afternoon; no one’s drinking yet ’cept Jimmy, and he don’t need nothin’.” Vernon joined their regular customer, Jimmy, and sat down to listen to his old friend’s latest complaint against his ex-wife.
Left alone, Reed pulled out his phone, thought a moment, then finally worked up the courage to call his doctor and confess what he’d done. Luckily she wasn’t with a patient and came to the phone immediately. Hesitant at first, he explained what happened and what he’d been feeling.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. It wasn’t the wisest move on your part, but I’m assuming you used protection?”
“Yeah, we did,” he said, the hot flush of embarrassment heating his cheeks. Sex wasn’t something he talked about with anyone; it was something he just did. And not that often. When he was a teenager his hyper behavior put off a lot of kids in school, and being gay didn’t help much either. The girls all thought that meant he automatically liked shopping and wanted to be their best friend, and the few guys he knew who were gay had no interest in his friendship. Almost everything he learned was through the internet until he went away to college and started meeting guys who were more than happy to teach him in person.
