Dirty Dining (16 page)

“Mmm. Should I keep going?” Remy mumbled around Brice’s growing erection.

“After the bath.”

Remy glanced up again, warily this time, and pulled off Brice. “Yes, sir.” Remy stood, and Brice was surprised to see his cock was hard and jutting away from his body at a very enticing angle. Brice had barely touched him, and Remy hadn’t touched himself. That hard-on was real. The thought put a little spring into Brice’s step. He let Remy take his hand and lead him into the bathroom.

It was much warmer in there, with steam rising from the woodsy-scented bubbles.

“I can wash you if you like,” Remy suggested, perching on the edge of the large tub.

Remy helped Brice into the tub. The water was heavenly, not so hot his skin nearly melted when he got inside. “Mmm, perfect.” He leaned back and slid down so his shoulders were below the surface.

“I’m not sure what you’re expecting from me, sir.”

“First off, please don’t keep calling me sir.”

“Okay.”

B
RICE
HAD
let Remy peel away his clothes with tentative trembling fingers. It was so different from the seductive way Law had undressed him last time. Remy didn’t touch Brice to arouse him, but simply to remove each item, letting only his fingertips graze Brice’s heated skin. When he dropped to his knees to pull Brice’s pants and shorts off, he made no move to touch Brice’s cock when it sprang free of the confining fabric. He had just gazed at Brice’s body, not hungry or appraising, but with what felt like simple appreciation. That lasted a moment before desire flashed across his face and he asked to taste Brice.

Now, Remy helped Brice step into the tub and sat on the edge as Brice sank into the warm suds. He took a washcloth from the towel rack and plunged it into the water, then squirted some body wash on. The tub smelled as fresh and green as a hike through Muir Woods, and Brice relaxed as Remy rubbed the cloth against his shoulders and back. He leaned into the strokes and let out a sigh.

This wasn’t at all how he expected things to go tonight, but it was really what he wanted.

J
EREMY
LEANED
down and soaped Mr. Green’s back and shoulders. He had a nice body. He took care of himself, and touching him was a pleasure. Jeremy would enjoy doing just about anything with Mr. Green, and he’d expected to be bent over the sofa by now or have Mr. Green’s cock down his throat. Both possibilities would be enjoyable, but Jeremy was pleased Green had slowed things down.

And that kiss! It had thrown Jeremy for a loop. It had been so unexpectedly sweet, so gentle, and it made him want Green even more. But whatever they ended up doing would be so much more enjoyable without rushing in. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had treated him with such consideration. Mr. Sky Blue had been a real gentleman in a different way. He hadn’t used Jeremy for his own pleasure, but for Jeremy’s. It had been intimate despite having been in public. But Jeremy hadn’t felt used, the way he thought some of the other boys might.

But Green had been more gentle even than Jeremy’s last date. Was this simply kindness, just an act before he would expect Jeremy to do things he might not want to, lulled into a sense of comfort and security?

“You could do a better job if you got in here with me,” Green said. He took the cloth out of Jeremy’s hand and got him to stand up. He felt his cock stiffen as Green looked at him.

“You have the same effect on me,” Green said with a charming smile as he held his hand out and helped Jeremy into the tub.

Green grabbed the cloth and started washing Jeremy’s back and chest. The water was a perfect temperature, and there was plenty of room for both of them in the oversized tub. They were facing each other and Green scooted forward so his legs were on either side of Jeremy’s body. They took turns soaping each other’s arms and chests and legs.

Then Green moved closer until his lips were less than an inch from Jeremy’s, and as if pulled in by a magnetic field, Jeremy closed the distance until they kissed again. Arms circled his waist, and he reached out for Green. They kissed for a long time. It was delicious. He felt Green’s cock pressing against his leg, as hard as his own. His nipples ached, and he wanted Green to touch him, hold him, do something to ease this building tension and hunger.

Jeremy opened his mouth and licked at Green’s lips, at the tip of his tongue, drew his tongue across the tops of his teeth, wanting to explore but not wanting to break the sensual spell. Green’s tongue met his, and they deepened the kiss, still slow and unhurried. Then Green slid a hand along Jeremy’s chin, down his throat, and across his collarbone, sending tremors through his entire body.

When Green’s finger slid down his chest and grazed a sensitive nipple, Jeremy sucked in his breath and let out a soft moan. Green slid his hands lower, along Jeremy’s torso, but before they reached where he most wanted to be touched, Green eased them around to Jeremy’s back, and down the curve of his hips and ass, pulling him in close. One hand came around to cup his balls, carefully, tenderly, testing, like a blind man wanting to see everything with his perceptive fingers.

Jeremy moved his own hands to mirror Green’s movements, enjoying the hard muscles under the slippery, smooth skin, the curve and swell of Green’s ass. At his touch Green’s balls moved in the loose skin of his sac. Jeremy gently brushed one nipple, and Green shuddered at the touch, groaning into Jeremy’s mouth.

“Am I clean enough for you now?” Jeremy whispered.

Green’s response was a hand sliding back behind his balls to brush against Jeremy’s hole, igniting the sensitive nerves and causing Jeremy to reach up to embrace Green more tightly. God how he wanted this man. With another partner, Jeremy would be saying good-bye after half an hour, not wondering when Green would finally touch his cock.

He liked not knowing. He liked taking it slow.

“Clean enough. Maybe too clean.”

Jeremy looked into Green’s eyes.

Green laughed. “Bubble bath is not my favorite flavor.”

“The shower?”

“Good idea.” Green stood up, the lingering bubbles settling onto the curls surrounding his cock and sliding down his powerful legs.

Jeremy stared up at him and moved to stand, careful not to slip. Green steadied him with a firm, warm hand, and they moved together the few feet to the large shower. Green reached in and turned the water on. He pulled Jeremy close and kissed him until the water was hot, only a moment or two, but the kisses made Jeremy drunk with desire for Mr. Green.

Green slid the door shut and grabbed the detachable showerhead. He sprayed water all over Jeremy and then himself before leaning down to lick a stripe down Jeremy’s abs.

“I think you’re soap free. Just turn around….”

Jeremy turned, and Green angled the water between his thighs. The stream was just strong enough to generate a nice sensation. He leaned forward enough to give Mr. Green a nice view of his ass. In response Green treated him to a soft, warm pulsing spray that tingled against his balls and hole. He let out a little moan, and Green kept the spray on him.

“Ready?” Green asked.

“For what?” Jeremy wished he hadn’t asked such a stupid question because Green clammed up and turned off the shower without replying. He slid open the door and cool air rushed in making Jeremy shiver.

“Here you go.” Green grabbed a thick pale blue bath towel and wrapped it around Jeremy, giving him a tight squeeze. But he looked a little nervous again, perhaps just as unsure what to do next as Jeremy.

Jeremy let Green mop him dry for a moment, then pulled the other towel off the rack and began drying Green, letting his own towel slip to the floor. He was still hard, and so was Mr. Green. Jeremy enjoyed letting Green set the pace, but he wanted more soon.
Now
.

He stepped over the towel on the floor and moved toward the bedroom, and Mr. Green followed, towel around his shoulders and hair dripping, leaving thin rivulets sliding between his smooth pecs.

“Do you want me to put on the costume again? Or wear anything special for you?”

“Costume?” The question seemed to surprise Green.

“The cop costume? The hat? The belt?”

Green shook his head. The movement made his cock swing back and forth, and Jeremy couldn’t help staring. Green had a gorgeous cock. The head was plump, and Jeremy recalled its taste. He wanted more, and he hadn’t been allowed to see or play with it in the dining room. Now he could.

Green met Jeremy’s gaze, questioning.

“Would you mind if I…?” Jeremy ran his tongue across his lower lip and moved to kneel at Green’s feet. He licked at the glistening slit before Green could choke out a no.

Jeremy held onto Green’s thigh as he licked his cock, enjoying the way it bobbed out of reach. Green shuddered with every touch of Jeremy’s tongue, gasping softly and running the fingers of one hand through Jeremy’s damp hair.

He sucked the head in and explored it with his tongue, letting it slide in and out of his mouth before taking more and more in. He couldn’t get enough of it.

“Mmm, no, slow down,” Green said, tightening his fingers in Jeremy’s hair. His knees buckled slightly, and Jeremy moved with him toward the bed, not letting go of Green’s cock as Green settled onto the edge with a grunt and a chuckle. “You’re gonna kill me,” Green said, his voice husky from the warm bath and arousal.

The sound got Jeremy even harder. He bent between Green’s legs and resumed his task.

“Seriously, Remy, please slow down.”

The gentle insistence stopped Jeremy, and he pulled off and settled onto his heels, looking up into Mr. Green’s brown eyes for just a moment before glancing away.

“Sorry, Mr. Green, but I—” Jeremy paused, licking his lips. He could still taste Green, and he couldn’t really think clearly. “My name’s Jeremy. I’m not sure if we’re supposed to say, but I want you to know.”

B
RICE
LOOKED
down on Remy—Jeremy—and saw all of the confidence of a moment ago melt away until Jeremy looked simply like any earnest young man. A wave of relief flowed over Brice at Jeremy’s words.

“Jeremy. Thanks.” He stopped himself from saying “nice to meet you”—since thirty seconds ago Jeremy had had Brice’s cock down his throat—and watched some of the unease drain from Jeremy’s face. “And in here, at least, please don’t call me Mr. anything. Call me Brice.”

“Okay, Brice.” Jeremy gave Brice his sweet, shy smile, the one he remembered from their first night together.

Brice scooted away from the edge of the bed and reached a hand out to pull Jeremy up next to him. Jeremy laughed as he lay next to Brice, slightly out of breath. God, he was beautiful when he laughed, when he relaxed. Even though Brice had seen Jeremy plenty of times without his clothes, and had touched him intimately in the dining room, this was entirely different. Here they weren’t playing roles or games—at least Brice hoped they weren’t anymore. He wasn’t, and he hoped this was the real Jeremy.

Now Brice was free to do whatever he wanted with Jeremy—whatever Jeremy wanted. Brice rolled onto his side, up against Jeremy, who lay on his back. Jeremy’s plump nipples just begged for attention, and Brice leaned down to suck at the nearest one. He loved Jeremy’s little gasp of pleasure, and he slid his hand along Jeremy’s abs and down one hip, feeling for his hot spots and enjoying the reactions as he found them. He felt Jeremy’s shudders and gasps and wanted him all the more.

But Brice avoided taking hold of Jeremy’s cock. He didn’t want to rush things, wasn’t sure what Jeremy wanted. When Jeremy took hold of Brice’s hand and pulled it onto his hard-on, Brice got the message loud and clear. He closed his fist around the hot, hard length and felt Jeremy tremble beneath him.

Jeremy bucked his hips up, increasing the friction of Brice’s hand on his cock. Brice slid down Jeremy’s body and took his cock into his mouth, savoring the clean, hot taste. Jeremy rotated toward Brice, and a moment later, Brice felt Jeremy’s mouth close onto his cock, and they lay facing each other, sucking, stroking, feasting on each other.

Sixty-nine had never been one of Brice’s favorite positions. It always felt like too much work, requiring coordination and concentration rather than enjoying either role, but he and Jeremy balanced each other. When Brice took a pause for breath, Jeremy increased his efforts, so they could both enjoy giving and receiving.

Brice took little detours to suck and play with Jeremy’s balls and trace a finger around his entrance. Taking the time getting to know a new lover rarely happened with the casual sex he’d had since Greg. Despite the awkward start to their night together, Brice felt comfortable with Jeremy and wanted to give him as much pleasure as he hoped to take.

“Do you want me to finish you like this?” Jeremy asked when Brice was hovering in a zone of equilibrium, keeping himself from getting too close to the edge. “I like to bottom, but I can top if you want….”

Brice hadn’t allowed himself to contemplate how much he wanted to sink into Jeremy’s sweet depths and lose himself. He feared there would be nothing to look forward to if he had what he most desired so easily. He’d save that pleasure for later.

“Keep going,” Brice said in a breathless whisper. The brief thought of Jeremy’s tight ass had him hard as a rock again and a little disconcerted.

“Lemme do you first,” Jeremy said and shifted position so his cock and ass were nearly out of Brice’s reach. Brice reached for Jeremy’s cock as he settled onto his back, and Jeremy lay across one thigh, putting in 110 percent effort with hands, mouth, and as much skill as enthusiasm. Jeremy worked Brice right back up to a crescendo and took him just to the edge a couple of times before pulling him over in a whirlwind of an orgasm that took away Brice’s breath and most of his strength until he gave in and shot his load down Jeremy’s receptive throat.

While Brice caught his breath, Jeremy licked his balls and planted kisses on his thighs and hip. Then he leaned over and planted a feathery kiss on the head of Brice’s cock.