Dance With Me (24 page)
“I liked the theater,” Ed said, nibbling now. “That or a variation of would work for me.”
“You—you'd be okay with just frottage?”
Ed lifted his head and laughed. “
Frottage
?”
Laurie got huffy. “You liked it well enough then, and you just said—”
“The name, Laur, not the act.” He grinned. “Frottage. Makes it sound like a textbook. Do you want me to touch your penis and penetrate your anus too?” Oh, stupid, stupid, Ed scolded himself as Laurie stiffened. Ed tried to gentle him with a stroke of his shoulder. “Hey. I'm teasing. Which was dumb. I'm sorry. I take it all back.”
“No, it's me,” Laurie said and closed his eyes. “I'm ridiculous. And appalled at myself.”
Recovery, recovery
. Ed nuzzled Laurie's cheek with his nose. “You're not ridiculous. So what's got you spooked, baby? Am I coming on too strong?” This met with silence, and it didn't feel like an affirmative. Ed swallowed his own reserve and asked, “Am I too boorish?”
This made Laurie's eyes open and look up at him. “No.”
Ed met those eyes, held them, and took a stab in the dark. “Is it that you're nervous about fucking?” Laurie's eyes shuttered.
Bingo
. “Because we don't have to.”
Laurie pulled his hands up and covered his face with them, and his next words were muffled. “Why am I doing this?” he whispered. “I want this, but—” He stopped, and his lips flattened. Even without seeing his face, Ed thought his lover looked miserable. “I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry.”
Ed bent and pressed a kiss in the center of Laurie's chest. “Will you let me make love to you, Laurie? Will you trust me to lead? Play with me? It'll be just like a dance: there's a line we won't cross. I'm not going to fuck you tonight, Laurie. So stop worrying about it.”
“I'm sorry,” Laurie said again, still hiding.
Ed pulled his hand away and looked at him. “Don't be. Just like in the dance, the tension will make it sweeter.” He kissed the tips of Laurie's fingers. “Because I want to make love to you however I can get it.” He drew the fingers into his mouth briefly, holding Laurie's rapidly softening gaze. “Dance with me, Laurie.”
Laurie shuddered and reached down to take Ed's cock again, his eyes never so much as darting away.
There was touching. There was a lot of kissing, and Ed did finally get his mouth on one of those nipples. Ed was a licker, and he licked those peaks until Laurie was clutching at his shoulders and crying out, and then he caught their cocks together and gave Laurie his frottage. But when he was close to coming and thought Laurie must be too, he stopped and slowed them down again, kissing his way down Laurie's hip, then turning him over onto his stomach. Laurie quivered again then, but he yielded, even when Ed pulled Laurie's legs open and gave himself a beautiful view. He glanced up at Laurie, head buried in the comforter, hands clutching at it, ass taut.
Then Ed bent his head, spread Laurie's cheeks, and licked his taint.
He made more fucking love to that taint—perineum, he corrected himself with a smile—than he had ever given that anatomy in his life, and he didn't exactly shy away from that lovely little patch of skin in any circumstance. Why he fixated so much on it now, he wasn't sure, but it felt right, so he did. Maybe it was because it was such a tease, like the dancing. So hot, but so not balls or asshole either. There was only the barest hint of sweat there too, which Ed never minded and kind of liked, but mostly Laurie's taint tasted like soap and clean and Laurie. And Ed loved it. He loved it up and down and sideways and in circles until Laurie was practically weeping. And all the while he was holding Laurie open, letting his pink pucker take in the air, letting it ache. Sometimes he lifted his head enough to watch it convulse, begging him, but Ed just smiled and went back to his patch of skin until he heard the word he'd been waiting for.
“Please.” Laurie's hands were rucking up the comforter around him in their desperation. “
Please
.”
“Yes, sir,” Ed whispered, smiling. He laid his tongue flat, slid it up the now glistening and quivering bit of flesh and over into the hair and then the shallow valley that flexed for him. Ed licked Laurie's asshole as thoroughly as he had his taint, reveling at the incoherent noises Laurie was making, the way he had forgotten his hesitation entirely and was humping the bed, frotting against the comforter on his own, pushing himself back harder and harder against Ed's mouth.
Ed grinned. Then he took firm hold of Laurie's cheeks, pulled them open wide, and shoved his tongue inside.
Oh, God help him, but it was almost better than fucking him. Laurie went from begging and pleading to grunting and bucking, animal now, rutting so hard that Ed had to dig his fingers in and really push into him or risk being thrown off. He imagined what it would be like to ride Laurie like this with his cock, to feel him pulsing and fucking back as his cock was in that velvet heat, and Ed moaned and wiggled his tongue inside Laurie.
Laurie made a sort of cascading yelp, and Ed felt him drawing up, ready to come.
But Ed pulled out again, purring at the cry of frustration that tore from Laurie's throat; he was being vicious now, he knew, but he told himself it was okay because he wasn't breaking the rules. He was just leaning on them really, really hard.
Turning Laurie to face him, he ran a finger down his crack. “I want to put my finger inside you, Laurie.”
He about came right then and there as Laurie shut his eyes, lifted his leg to rest his knee on Ed's hip and open himself, and nodded.
But Ed pushed the leg back down again, gently, and he sat up to reach over to his drawer. He was generous with the lube. Really, really generous. He bent to kiss him as he snaked his slick finger around the back, but to his surprise, Laurie drew back; then Ed remembered where his mouth had been. Laurie looked wary again, but Ed just grinned, sat up again, and reached for a tissue.
Then he thought, no, do it right, and wiped his finger off instead. He murmured, “Be right back” as gently as he could and hurried to the bathroom where he washed his hands and his face, and then, because he'd come this far, brushed his teeth. When he came back to the bed, Laurie was sitting up and hugging his knees. He didn't say anything until Ed crawled up beside him and brushed a minty kiss across his lips. Laurie kissed him back, then said, “Thank you.”
“You know,” Ed said, easing him back down onto his side, passing the lube to one hand before lifting Laurie's knee high on his hip, giving him access. “You could just tell me this stuff.”
“I know. I'm sorry,” Laurie said, sliding his hands up Ed's chest. “I just—
oh
.”
Ed pushed his slick finger up against Laurie's hole, nudging his way slowly in. “Open for me, baby. Relax and let me in.” He nipped at Laurie's bottom lip. “Let me in your hot little hole, sweet thing. Let me slide around inside you and make you moan.”
Laurie's eyes were shut now, and he was panting, and slowly, slowly, he was relaxing. Ed was still working on entry, but his mind was looking ahead to the slick heat he'd felt the edge of with his tongue. Let go to me, baby, he urged him with his mouth, his hand on the back of Laurie's neck, and his finger, probing slowly, insistently, until at last, with a sigh, Laurie opened and sucked him inside. And then Ed was moaning too, because it felt so, so good.
He hadn't planned on the dirty talk, but he fell into it, whispering into Laurie's ear how good and tight he felt, how hot, how just fucking him with his finger made Ed's balls ache. He explained to him how it was his middle finger, and even though Laurie certainly couldn't be missing this part, he told him he was shoving it all the way in, so hard, going faster and faster and faster, that it felt so good he was going to come all over him. He told Laurie he felt so good inside, that he loved fucking him with his finger and his tongue, that he was so hot and sweet and amazing. Laurie moaned and cried through it all, clutching at Ed's chest, his shoulders, his cock, wherever his hands could reach. Ed wished he dared put two fingers in, or three. He had a brief fantasy of his whole hand, but holy shit, was Laurie not ready for anything like that. Maybe never would be.
But it was okay, because this, even in its dialed-back form, was nothing like anything Ed had ever done in bed. He'd never felt this wound up. He'd never wound anybody up like this either. And so he fucked on, moving his finger in and out of Laurie faster and faster and faster until Laurie was shouting and digging his fingernails into his shoulders, and then at last he tightened, shrieked, and came all over Ed's chest. Ed kept his finger inside him as Laurie came down, kept fucking him slower and slower until Laurie was sated and panting beside him, and he reluctantly withdrew. He just lay there, watching the flush of Laurie's cheeks spread over his body, a flush not of embarrassment but contentment. He watched those eyes open, and he stared down at them, watching the passion play there.
But then Laurie took hold of Ed's cock, gave him a wicked smile, and the game changed.
He shoved Ed up against the pillows and wrenched his legs around in one movement, then knelt between them and, with no preamble, took Ed deep into his throat. Ed drew his knees up, spread them open, and watched, so horny he thought he'd blow out all his insides when he came, and then Laurie looked up at him with those sultry eyes—and he snapped. Roaring, he took hold of Laurie's hair with both hands and fucked his mouth, mindless, eight hard thrusts, and then he came like a geyser, so much and so hard that he could feel it leaking out of Laurie's mouth and back onto his sac. And then, finally spent, he realized what he had done and looked down at Laurie in horror.
But Laurie was just wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and sliding up Ed's body, semen on his lips as he aimed for Ed's. Half an inch away, he paused, uncertain.
Ed grabbed the back of his head and took him openmouthed and hard, licking the semen away and then just licking for good measure until they were rolling together on the bed, mouths locked, weak and sated and yet barely started at all.
Eventually they both went to the bathroom, cleaned up, and brushed their teeth again. Laurie put on knit pants as he headed back to the bed, and following his lead, Ed put on a pair of boxers. They lay together beneath the sheets, pressed close, nuzzling gently, bathing in the pulse of the aftermath. Ed was glad for the softness but mostly glad for the quiet, because he needed the space of it just now.
Because he was in love with Laurie. He knew that now. Hopelessly, completely, ridiculously. And he knew, too, that loving this man was going to be one hell of a ride.
But right now it was soft and sweet, and Ed clung to it, glad for the first time in his life to be taking things slow.
Chapter Eleven
free spin: a general freestyle dance term used to describe a turn without a handhold and with no set landing position.
Laurie woke tangled in Ed's arms. He was turned away, facing the gym equipment and the end table, and Ed was pressed against his back, arm wrapped tight around his waist and knee over Laurie's hip. His face was buried in the back of Laurie's hair, and if he concentrated, he could feel the warmth of Ed's breath against his nape.
He didn't have to focus very hard to feel the pressure of his lover's hard cock against his backside, though.
Shutting his eyes, Laurie soaked in all the sensations: the feel of Ed's body, the weight of him, the smell of his pillow, the muffled sound of traffic from the street below. Sunlight was streaming in through the industrial window above their heads. Laurie's body still hummed with the release he'd had the night before—twice—and as he lay there, basking in it all, it seemed like a perfect, almost crystalline moment.
Then Ed nuzzled Laurie's neck, purred, and slid his hand down to the front of Laurie's pants.
Laurie gasped, then gasped again as Ed fumbled beneath the waistband with no preamble whatsoever. When Laurie began to make soft, breathless sounds, Ed... Well, really, he
growled
, which made Laurie whimper, and then his pants were shoved down. Ed licked a long trail up the line of Laurie's spine from his shoulders to his hairline, pulled himself out of his boxers, and thrust his cock between Laurie's legs.
It felt like fucking. It was the same motion they'd be making if Ed had pushed inside of Laurie and taken him, except he wasn't inside, he was just against, and somehow it was even more arresting than if Ed had just plowed him raw. Laurie was crying out now as Ed continued to fondle his cock and whisper incoherent but wicked-sounding endearments against the back of Laurie's neck, and Laurie reached back and grabbed hold of Ed's hair to hold him there. It was like torture, so much friction, so much shock and raw, pumping sex, but no penetration, none whatsoever, just the whisper of Ed's pubic hair as he spread Laurie's ass and ground against him.
“You like this, baby?” Ed growled. He was licking Laurie's ear now, huffing his breath into it as he thrust. “Feel good to you?”
“Yes.” Laurie's eyes were closed, and his mouth was open, and he thrashed around, chasing something. Not release, not yet, but there was something, something he couldn't find but something he needed—
And then Ed was pushing at his shoulder, slowing but not stopping his thrusts. “Roll on your belly, baby, and lift up your ass.”
Laurie did as he was told, aching, needing, fearing a little too, but not Ed and not this. He felt all jumbled inside, which made him upset, because he'd been so happy a minute ago, and this was so good—what was wrong with him?—and then he gasped as he felt his cheeks pulled apart. He felt Ed's cock slide beneath his, then jolted as his own legs were slammed together around it, and then Ed was fucking again, and Laurie shut his eyes and started sliding away again.
Then he heard Ed spit, and he felt something wet land against his cheeks.
His eyes opened wide against the comforter, and then the wet of spit came again. And again.
And then he felt Ed's spit-slick finger push against him.