Ten Inches (3 page)

“
Because every time I think
about you, I sweat. I’ve always agreed with my dick. Big tits,
blonde hair, you know me, I’m a man whore. And I love a nice ass.”
Ian released a shuddering exhale and leaned against the wall. “But
I guess about six months ago, something changed. I told myself my
attraction to you was because we were spending too much time
together. But then I only wanted to be with you more.” Ian thumped
his head against the wall. “I admit I’ve tried to convince myself
that I’m not gay, because I love women. But I can’t deny what I
feel when I’m with you. I can’t pretend anymore.”

Nick stuffed his hands into
his pockets. “So you suggest we strip, fuck around, spend the night
together and then you’ll work the gay out of your
system?”

Ian furrowed his brow. “No.
I want to strip and fuck all night, sleep a bit, fuck again, rip
some flake and then go home together.” Ian closed the space between
them. “Label me gay if you want, although I don’t believe labels
apply to us. If you had tits and a pussy, I’d still want to fuck
you.”

Nick shuddered and took a
step back. “Listen Ian, you know I’m attracted to you. Everyone is
attracted to you.” The space behind the mini bar grew warm and
tight. Just like he knew Ian’s ass would be.

“
Do you want to fuck me?”
There was no mischief, humor or innuendo in Ian’s request. The
bluntly stated words had Nick’s cock fighting against the zipper of
his boarding vent pants.

“
No.” Anyone else, Nick
would already have his pants down and his dick out. But he didn’t
want to be some experimental fuck for Ian to discover his sexual
orientation.

“
Liar.”

“
Okay, you’re right. I think
you’re hot. And yes, I’ve imagined sex between us.”

Ian picked up Nick’s beer,
tipped it to his lips and took several long swallows. “Thinking
about you beating off, as you think about me, gets me hot.” He
stroked his hand up the beer, smearing the cold sweat from the
bottle. “Then I have to beat off thinking about you.”

“
Fuck, Ian. What do you
expect me to do?” He knew what he wanted to do. Nick didn’t think
his cock had ever been harder. Here was the opportunity he’d
dreamed of. A day—perhaps the whole night—to fuck his best friend.
To feel those full lips against his own. To suck his cock, touch
his body…But what if after, regrets killed their friendship. Once
they’d fucked, could they go back to being just friends? “I don’t
want to be your first.”

Ian closed the space between
them. “Nick, baby, you’re going to be my only.” He rested his hand
on Nick’s skin-hugging, thermal shirt.

Nick grasped his hand. He
stared hard into Ian’s eyes and slowly inched Ian’s hand down his
torso, across his pectorals, on route to his groin. Nick’s
abdominals quivered. Although, he guided Ian, Ian wasn’t fighting
the direction. “Are you sure?”

Ian’s fingertips paused at
the waistband of Nick’s pants. “Honestly, I’m not sure what scares
me more. Following through…or stopping now.”

Nick wrapped his fingers
around the nape of Ian’s neck. Ian’s skin was hot. Breaths blended.
Regardless of the consequences, Nick was going to kiss him. “We can
always stop…but we can’t go back.”

Ian swallowed, and his
tongue slipped out and wet his bottom lip. “Okay.”

Nick touched his mouth to
Ian’s, only the slightest pressure. A kiss to test. Nick believed
Ian when he claimed he’d never kissed or touched a man intimately.
A first encounter could be freeing for a gay man. But without
patience and foreplay, there wouldn’t be as much pleasure as there
would be pain. Nick remembered his first. Sometimes he’d rather
forget.

Nick didn’t want that for
Ian. Didn’t want it for himself. Tilting his head to the side, Nick
glided his lips over Ian’s. “Kiss me.”

Ian opened his mouth. And
Nick sank into Ian’s wet heat. Tongue rubbed along tongue. Nick
pivoted, backing Ian against the wall. A moan erupted from Nick’s
chest. The spark of want blazed into an inferno of need. For too
long he’d wondered how Ian’s lips and body would feel against his
own. Ian braced his hands on Nick’s hips and rocked his pelvis into
Nick’s. Mouths sealed, chest to chest and cock to cock.

The hard ridge of Ian’s
erection ground against Nick’s aching cock. Ian nipped at Nick’s
lips. Ian wasn’t hesitant or reserved. He kissed rough and deep.
Wild and possessive. His tongue thrust into Nick’s mouth, sucking,
tasting, demanding an equally aggressive response.

Nick broke the kiss and
gasped. “Holy shit.”

“
Yeah.” Ian leaned his head
back against the wall and closed his eyes. Only the sound of their
breathing filled the room. The intensity crackled in the air. This
was really happening.

A few moments passed,
neither speaking. Putting an inch of space between them, Nick
reached for the hem of Ian’s shirt. With a tug, he peeled the
fabric over Ian’s grooved stomach, unveiling his corded abdominals,
and broad chest. He lifted it over Ian’s head. A fine trail of
silken hair, slightly damp with perspiration, dusted his
pectorals.

Ian’s gaze locked on Nick.
Ian didn’t smile, didn’t move, yet Nick responded to Ian’s unspoken
words. He flattened his palm against Ian’s lower abdomen, feeling
Ian’s muscles tense with the touch. And then he tugged the
waistband.

The snap on Ian’s pants
popped, the zipper parted and the loose material sagged to his
hips. Nick closed in, meshing his lips to Ian’s, opening his mouth
and spearing his tongue in for another passionate kiss. He ate at
Ian’s mouth as he slid his hand beneath Ian’s base layer of
clothing and banded his fingers around the hot, heavy girth of
Ian’s rod.

Ian’s hips bucked, driving
his cock through the tight trap of Nick’s fingers. Nick squeezed
tighter.

“
Oh, God.” Ian moaned and
slowly fucked Nick’s fist. “Please.”

Nick’s mind numbed to
everything but Ian. Funny, amazing, straight Ian was whispering for
more. Nick slowly inched away and sank to his knees. His mouth
watered and his tongue swelled. Ian’s cut cock, heavily veined and
glistening with pre-cum bobbed in front of his face. Nick cupped
Ian’s sac in one hand, rolling Ian’s balls between his fingers. He
leaned forward and licked the velvety length from root to tip. The
rich musky scent had his own cock pulsing.

“
You’re killing me,” Ian
said, an unspoken plea on his lips. He pushed his pants farther
down his legs.

Nick felt the same way.
Having coveted the impossible for so long, but he didn’t want to
rush a moment. Closing his eyes, he opened wide over the
plum-shaped head. Curling his tongue around the flared rim, he
savored the essence of Ian’s cream.

“
Ah.” Ian gripped Nick’s
head. “Christ, Nick, you’re mouth is fucking hot. I’ve imagined you
sucking my dick more times than I can count, but it was never like
this.”

Relaxing his throat, Nick
swallowed more of the length. Hollowing his cheeks, he rolled his
tongue over the taut, pulsing flesh. Damn, but Ian tasted so good
in his mouth. Nick twisted and pumped his fist. Saliva coated the
shaft. Nick wanted him wetter. Hotter. He wanted to drain the cum
from Ian’s nuts.

As he gripped and pumped the
shaft, he took Ian’s sac into his mouth.

Ian’s fingers tightened.
“I’m going to come.” His knees bent and his buttocks
clenched.

Nick worked his mouth over
the crown, along the steely length and back up. Using the wetness
from Ian’s balls, Nick traced the soft tissue beneath Ian’s sac to
his tight, pink hole. Nick circled the puckered entrance. Then he
slipped the tip of his finger into Ian.

Sculpted muscles bunched in
Ian’s ripped thighs. His grip tightened in Nick’s hair as he thrust
his hips, driving his cock in and out of Nick’s mouth. Nick relaxed
and just let Ian fuck his face. He screwed his finger into Ian’s
ass, eased out, then plunged in again.

Ian pumped hard, driving
toward release.

Nick worked in a second
finger, sawing in tandem with Ian’s thrusting motions. Ian grunted,
guttural masculine sounds that seeped into Nick. Ian’s primed cock
hardened, lengthened, readied to shoot.

Nick glided his lips down
the shaft again, taking Ian’s cock deep into his mouth, and slammed
the full length of his fingers into Ian’s rectum, grazing his
prostrate.

“
I can’t hold on.” Ian
cursed again, his body jerking violently. Hot ropes of cum spewed
from his dick, splashing Nick’s tongue and pooling in his mouth.
Nick swallowed around the thickness of Ian’s rigid cock, drinking
him down, savoring each erotic pulse.

Ian’s arms dropped to his
side, and his body went slack. “Holy shit.”

Nick pulled his lips along
the length of Ian’s cock, sucking the head before he release him
and sat back on his haunches. “I guess we’re staying in.” He smiled
and unsnapped his boot.

Ian chuckled and combed his
fingers through Nick’s bangs. His straight hair flopped back across
his face. “Yeah, we’re staying in.”

Ian bent over, released the
bindings on his boots, and yanked them off. He kicked off his
pants, thermal base layer, then stood before Nick, naked and
smiling.

Nick tugged off his boots
and took off his shirt, but he didn’t take off his pants. “What are
you grinning about?”

“
Wondering what you’re
waiting for?” He pointed at Ian’s pants, indicating he wanted them
gone.

“
I like to take things
slow.” Nick popped the snap. “Savor the anticipation.”

Ian snorted. Grabbing Nick
by the waistband, he pulled him close. “And I like to go fast. The
speed, the rush.”

Nick grinned as Ian lowered
the zipper. “Are you talking about shredding the slope…or
sex?”

“
Slow is for
pussies.”

“
I wouldn’t know about
pussies.”

“
I’m only interested in fast
now…with you.” Ian slid a hand into Nick’s pants. “No fear.” He
wound his fingers around Nick’s cock. His calloused touch sent a
shiver over Nick. His dick jumped and Ian squeezed him harder.
“I’ve never touched a dick other than my own. So did you think I
only wanted you to touch me?”

“
I don’t know what to
think.” He wasn’t sure he was thinking at all. All Nick could do
was feel…feel Ian’s firm grip stroking his cock. “You only love
women.”

“
That’s where you’re wrong.”
Ian kissed him, parting his lips and penetrating his mouth in a
passionate mating. Tongue sought tongue. Ian rained hot kisses long
Nick’s jaw, then slid lower as he lightly sucked Nick’s neck. His
grip on Nick’s cock gentled. His other hand rested on Nick’s waist,
holding him as a lover.

“
Not here.” Nick took a step
backward…then another. “Bed.” Something more than lust burned in
Nick’s gut. Intense heat simmered in Ian’s eyes. His hungry gaze
rivaled the emotions surging within Nick. His heart thundered.
Trembling started in his fingers and clamored up his arms and
though his body.

“
Wait.” Ian picked up his
pants, unzipped one of the pockets and pulled out a fistful of
condoms and a small bottle of lubricant.

Nick laughed as they crossed
the room and entered the suite’s bedroom. A large bed dominated the
room. Off to the left, sliding doors opened to an enclosed sunroom
with a Jacuzzi tub big enough for at least four people.

Ian tossed the condoms and
lubricant onto the fluffy white down comforter. “I wasn’t going to
be unprepared when the day came that I finally had the chance to
get you into bed.”

“
So you’ve been expecting
this?” Nick closed the space between them.

Ian shoved Nick’s pants down
his hips. “More like wishing for this. I’d pretty much assumed you
weren’t interested. Aren’t gay men supposed to have
gaydar?”

“
Sorry, your girlfriends
were keeping the gaydar from recognizing the signs.” Nick stepped
out of pants and pushed Ian to the bed. Ian widened his thighs and
Nick stood between them. A shudder rippled over Nick as Ian ran his
fingers over Nick’s hips, flanks and around to his ass.

“
You’re saying I need to
work on my technique?” Ian smoothed a palm over Nick’s chest,
rubbing his pectorals.

Nick’s nipples tightened and
his abdominals clenched. “No,” Nick said and groaned. “Your
technique is great.” And Nick’s body was on fire. His cock, a
breath away from Ian’s mouth stretched, creaming at the
tip.