Blame It on the Bass (6 page)

Corbin closed his eyes and blew out another shaky breath. “Okay, this is going to be fun,” he muttered, following.

The walk to their home—an expansive apartment at the end of the Bourkenbac Wharf complex that offered breathtaking views of Sydney Harbour and the city skyline—was strained. Silent.

Corbin strode beside Levi, searching for something to say. Something to break the tormented void. He made a living from words. He’d written some of the most awarded movies and television shows ever filmed. He’d written scripts that caused critics to weep and politicians to praise him. So why the hell was he finding it so hard to find the right words now?

Because it’s not an award in jeopardy. It’s your heart. And your future. And your everything.

He ground his teeth. Damn, why weren’t they saying anything to each other?

Why weren’t they—

The soft clink of keys killed the frustrated thought. He started and then balled his fists when Levi opened the privacy gate at the top of the short flight of stairs leading up to their apartment’s door without a word.

Corbin dragged his hands through his hair and scowled up at his lover’s back. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Fun like a barrel of monkeys on crack.”

He climbed the stairs to Levi. Waited for him to unlock the door to their home. Followed him in. Closed the door behind him.

And let out a shout when Levi slammed him against the wall and pinned him there with his hips.

A shout Levi captured with his mouth.

The kiss was brutal. Savage. Levi bit down on Corbin’s bottom lip, sucked it into his mouth. He snared Corbin’s hands and rammed them to the wall, palm-to-palm, lacing their fingers together with a punishing grip. Corbin groaned into his mouth, the unexpected assault flooding him with molten heat and need.

Oh God, how had he walked away from this?

Levi drove his hips forward, grinding their groins together. The rigid length of his cock pushed against Corbin’s, a thick pole of undeniable lust. Fresh heat surged through Corbin’s body, pooling in his balls. He rolled his hips, needing to feel Levi’s cock on his.

It had been too long.

With a growl, Levi tore his mouth from Corbin’s, hooked his fingers beneath the open neck of Corbin’s shirt and ripped it apart.

Buttons popped and flung through the air. Bounced on the marble floor.

Corbin gasped.

Levi didn’t look into his face. He just snared another handful of Corbin’s shirt, lower down his body, and yanked it open. Completely exposing Corbin’s torso.

Corbin didn’t move.

When Levi’s nostrils flared, when his chest rose with a deep, ragged intake of air, Corbin’s cock throbbed, knowing what was to come.

And it did. Levi flattened his palm to the side of Corbin’ face, turned Corbin’s head and scored a line of fierce, sucking bites down the column of his throat, his chest, to his right nipple.

Corbin writhed against the wall, his knees weak. He reached for Levi’s hair, only to have his lover slap his hands away. He moaned, his hips thrusting upward of their own accord, his body wanting to fuck the man he loved even as that man reduced him to an object to be taken. Used.

“Fuck, babe,” Corbin groaned. The strength to keep his neck straight, to keep his knees locked had deserted him. As had the strength to form sounds beyond guttural words. But words still needed to be said. They needed to… “T-talk…we need…to…”

Levi sucked on his nipple, hard. Shards of tight pain speared through him, sinking into his engorged cock, making it spasm in his jeans. And then, oh fuck, yes, Levi was tugging at his belt, releasing the buckle. Lowering his zip. Shoving his hand into his—

He wrapped strong fingers around Corbin’s cock and squeezed. Corbin let out a shaky cry, eyes closing at the raw pleasure consuming him.

Levi squeezed his cock again, harder this time, dragging his thumb over its crown even as he returned his mouth to Corbin’s. He lashed at Corbin’s tongue with his own, one hand cupping Corbin’s chin as his other worked Corbin’s engorged erection. Fucking his mouth as he pumped his cock.

Brutal.

Savage.

Unrelenting.

The heat of a building orgasm tingled at the base of Corbin’s spine. He was going to come soon. Here, against the wall of their apartment. Without Levi uttering a word to him.

A groan of torment vibrated low in his chest. He shouldn’t let this happen. Not until they talked. About their loss, the funeral, the kiss at the karaoke bar.

Hungry desire flooded through Corbin at the thought of Levi kissing the woman and his cock stiffened more in Levi’s grip.

His lover growled into his mouth, and for a heartbeat the kiss became wilder, almost cruel, and then Levi was looking into his eyes, really looking at him, his breath a hot pant on Corbin’s lips.

Corbin stared back, his own breath shallow, rapid. Every fibre in his body craved Levi. And yet…

The memory of Levi kissing Sonja filled his head again, a vivid replay of a moment Corbin couldn’t shake. His cock responded to the memory, throbbing in Levi’s tight hold.

“What are you thinking about?” Levi’s voice rasped over his fraying sanity. “To make your cock spasm in my hand like that?”

Corbin’s throat constricted. His gut churned. He gazed into Levi’s dark eyes, thrust his hips forward, pumping his erection through Levi’s enveloping grip and said, “You.”

Once again, Levi’s nostrils flared. “Really?”

Corbin licked his lips. “Kissing the woman at the—”

Levi crushed his mouth with his. Punished his lips, his tongue. Nipped them, sucked them. Took utter possession of them, all the while pumping his fist up and down Corbin’s shaft.

It was too much. Too much and so good and so…so…dominating.

Corbin’s head spun. Trembles wracked his body. Dire need turned his balls to swollen globes of pressure. He raked his hands over Levi’s back, his shoulders, up into the hair at his nape. He fisted them there, desperate for something, anything to anchor himself to.

He was going to come. He couldn’t stop it. He was going to come, and when he did his sanity was going to be—

Levi pulled away from him. Staggered back a step, his face buried in his hands. “Fuck, what am I…”

The question—muffled by his palms—whispered on the suffocating silence. Corbin stared at him, his heart beating a wild tattoo in his ears, his body aching for release. “Levi?” He took a step toward his lover. “Tell me what’s going on. What are
you
thinking now? What are you—”

He didn’t get a chance to finish. Levi grabbed his wrist and hauled him to his body, taking possession of his lips once more.

Kissing him, spinning him around, driving him backward into the living room, stripping him of his shirt as they went. Corbin’s butt cheeks hit the back to the large leather sofa dissecting the room, halting their progression. But not Levi’s carnal assault.

He shoved Corbin’s jeans down his hips, pushing his boxers with them. He squeezed Corbin’s rigid cock, tugged on his balls. Corbin had no hope of holding back his surrendering cry when—without warning—Levi spun him around and bent him over the back of the sofa.

His feet tangled, enough to throw him off balance. Levi caught him, gripping his right hip with tight fingers as his other hand smoothed up his back, holding him trapped against the piece of furniture.

Corbin fought against the position, a weak struggle fueled not by resistance but by searing arousal. Fuck, he’d never been so turned on, and so fucking conflicted.

When Levi’s hand moved to cup and knead his sac, a raw plea slipped past his lips.

When Levi stroked a fierce path up to his anus, he hissed in capitulating need.

His ass clenched, anticipating the penetration. But it didn’t come. Instead, Levi returned his hand to Corbin’s groin and once again palmed his sac. Pumped his cock.

Corbin groaned, pushing his ass backward, desperate for Levi’s possession of his entry. “Yes,” he panted.

The sharp sting of Levi’s hand on the side of his right butt cheek made him cry out. A thick spasm claimed his cock. Raw pleasure and hungry surrender ruled his body.

Fingers stroked over his anus again, wet this time. Very wet.

Corbin pushed back once more, aching for those fingers to enter him.

Once again, they didn’t. And once again, Levi smacked Corbin’s ass instead.

Fresh need flooded him. Made his cock jerk. Levi wrapped his fingers around its length and pumped, each stroke a punishing force of animalistic power.

Colors bloomed in Corbin’s vision. His head swam. He drove his fingers into the edge of the sofa, his eyes shut tight.

And fuck, there was the image again—Levi kissing the woman. Kissing Sonja.

“I…I can’t…” he gasped, shaking his head. “Going to…going to come…soon.”

In response, Levi slid wet fingers over his anus. Over the puckered hole.

Into it.

“Yes,” he ground out, driving back into the invasion, trying to straighten as he did so.

Levi slammed him back over the sofa’s edge again with a firm hand. Held him there. Refusing to let him move. Fucking his ass with his fingers. Two? Three? Corbin couldn’t tell. Didn’t care. Fuck, he was going to explode soon. So good. So fucking—

Levi withdrew his fingers with a swift jerk. Corbin cried out in protest. “No!” He moved to straighten again, to turn to his lover.

And was shoved back down over the sofa.

Held there.

The sound of a zipper filled the room, incongruously loud amongst Corbin’s shallow pants and moans. The sound of material clumping to the floor followed.

Every nerve ending and fibre in Corbin’s body prepared for Levi’s cock. Strained for it. Ached for it. Craved it.

It didn’t matter it was rough. It didn’t matter it was going to hurt. He deserved the pain for what he’d done to Levi. For abandoning him when they both grieved. He deserved it. Welcomed it.

Wanted it.

Wanted Levi. Always would. Levi. Only Levi.

The image of Levi kissing Sonja on the stage slammed through Corbin’s head—hot, wild and more arousing than ever.

Fuck, he was going to come. Come. Any second. He needed…he needed Levi. Now. Now.

Levi slid his wet fingers into Corbin anus, spreading him wide. Withdrew.

And then nothing.

Nothing.

Corbin twisted on the sofa’s edge, staring over his shoulder up at Levi.

Anguished desire and tortured need etched his lover’s face, a face Corbin knew better than his own soul. Levi’s gaze jerked to him. His body seemed locked in frozen torment.

In an instant, Corbin understood. “Just spit on my ass, grab your cock and get to it,” he begged. “Now. Before I fucking come without you inside—”

Levi penetrated him. With one savage thrust, Levi impaled his cock deep into Corbin’s ass.

Excruciating pain tore through him, radiating from his stretched flesh. Levi was thick and large and Corbin’s hole was tight. Hot ribbons of pain threaded through the intense pleasure of the penetration and pushed it to something sublime.

He roared, arching at the exquisite sensations detonating through him. Slamming back into Levi’s wild thrusts, he met him in force and need with each one.

This was his punishment and his reward—Levi. Possessing him, dominating him. Loving him. God, he hoped he still loved him.

Fuck, what if he didn’t? What if he—

Levi pressed his stomach to Corbin’s back, grabbed Corbin’s cock in a tight fist and pumped. Up and down, up and down, in perfect harmony with his driving thrusts, his grip growing tighter with each stroke.

It was too much.

He could survive no more.

Surrendering himself completely to the elemental pleasure of it all, of Levi’s cock in his ass and
his
cock in Levi’s hand, Corbin gave himself over to his orgasm.

He came. Thick ropes of come spurted from him, splashing the back of the leather sofa. He moaned with each one, his knees trembling, his heart pounding in his ears. So fast. So loud.

And then Levi dug his fingers into his flesh, scraped over his hip, choked his cock and Corbin felt his lover’s seed fill his ass.

Felt Levi lose himself to his own orgasm.

For a lifetime, they came together, their bodies controlled only by pleasure and its release. A lifetime after that, Levi slumped onto Corbin, his heart thumping like a hammer against Corbin’s back.

Silence stretched between them.

Long. Heavy.

Finally, Levi moved. Not to step away, not to withdraw his length from Corbin’s ass, but to press his lips to the flesh between Corbin’s shoulder blades. “I’m sorry, my love,” he whispered against Corbin’s skin, his beard a tickling caress. “That was…that was wrong. I shouldn’t have…I shouldn’t have done that…punished you that way. I should…I should…fuck, I’m sorry, Corbin. Please don’t ever leave me again. Please. I’m sorry.”

Corbin closed his eyes, Levi’s outpouring shearing into his heart.

“Say something, Cor,” Levi pleaded, his voice a hoarse croak. “Tell me what’s in your head right now.”