Jacked (5 page)

“Does it make me a horn-dog to say I really,
really
want to try?”

Ty plucked at his covers. “I’m naked under here, ya know.
Not a stitch on.”

Donovan pulled back the covers. His hands shook. Ty watched
him closely and it was a little mortifying because Donovan knew he behaved like
the boy-virgin he was. He moved a hand up Ty’s thigh.

“I’m never going to have boobs,” Ty warned him.

“They’re overrated. Those things flop around and get in the
way.”

“I’m also
always
going to have a cock.”

Donovan shrugged. “More to play with.” He was beginning to
wonder when they’d switched roles in this conversation. Now Ty was stalling and
Donovan tried to convince himself. It lightened the mood a little. He was
grateful for that.

“I like taking it in the ass,” Ty continued flippantly.

“My favorite place to be.” Donovan’s smile widened.

Ty let his legs fall open, giving Donovan full access to
anything he wanted to touch. “I might want to slip into yours from time to
time.”

That gave Donovan a moment of pause. A little less certain than
he was before he answered. “I’m ready for new experiences.”

“I also really like getting sucked off,” Ty murmured.

Donovan blushed hard. He blew out a nervous breath as he
made the decision to commit. All or nothing, right? If he wanted to give this
thing an honest go, he needed to see if reality was as exciting as he
anticipated. A flutter of fear touched Donovan’s chest. What if he did it
wrong? What if he didn’t like it? What if all he was feeling was entranced by
the taboo of loving another man? What if they didn’t work out?

It took real effort to sweep aside the doubt. He needed to
know the truth. He needed to know because he was becoming convinced that what
Ty inspired in him was bigger than experimentation and hope. Bigger than doubt
and far warmer than mere friendship. He’d be cheating them both if he didn’t
try.

He grasped Ty’s cock and bent over it. He dragged the tip of
his tongue over the spongy, rounded tip.

Ty inhaled sharply.

Donovan did it again and tipped his head to the side.
“Salty. Definitely salty.”

Ty didn’t say anything. He seemed to be holding his breath.

“Slick on the tongue, and a little bit tangy,” Donovan
added. He gave Ty a surprised grin. “I could get used to this.”

Air exploded from Ty. “How used to it?” Ty asked gruffly.

Donovan bent. He’d never given a blowjob before, but he knew
what
he
liked so he went with that. The pliable top and silken, hard
shaft wasn’t something that felt familiar, but he liked the musky scent and the
smooth texture against his tongue. Even more, he liked the guttural sounds
coming from Ty—who appeared to be having difficulty containing his automatic
movements.

Ty squirmed. Donovan wanted to see how much he could take so
he caught Ty by the hips and dragged him to a lying position. Ty’s thick shaft slipped
easily over his tongue and pushed at the back of his throat. Donovan’s throat
constricted on a gag he quickly stifled. He liked it, so he did it again and
was rewarded with more of the slick, salty sweetness he’d tasted earlier, more
soft whimpering sounds from Ty.

Donovan felt oddly powerful. Kind of godlike actually. He
knew, at this moment, he had complete control over Ty. There was no question
that Ty waited on him for every second of what Donovan did to him. It was
intoxicating, cock-hardening reality.

It was also eye-opening. Women had never gotten him excited
the way Ty was, and Ty wasn’t doing anything but trying to stay absolutely
still! Something Donovan decided he needed to put an end to. The man needed to
squirm the same way he made Donovan wriggle around his recent emotional
revelation.

Donovan settled in as he learned something new about
himself. He liked giving blowjobs.

There was something supremely satisfying about having his
mouth filled and his composed business partner writhing beneath him. His own
cock had been swollen since he’d seen Ty in bed. Now it ached, leaked and
basically kept Donovan on edge.

Ty’s lean body quivered with every drag on his cock. He
seemed to struggle between reaching for Donovan’s head and letting him do what
he wanted. Donovan kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed between Ty’s
legs, to get even more comfortable. His own arousal began a throb in his balls
faster than he’d ever had with any other sexual encounter.

Donovan’s lips popped over the flared head as he pulled off.
This was something Ty should know.

“Uh, Ty?”

Ty grunted by way of acknowledgment.

“I like sucking cock.”

Ty’s groaning chuckle was his only response.

Donovan let his inhibitions fall away. They’d always been a
pesky nag in the back of his head. No one existed in this room but him and Ty.
No one could or would judge what they weren’t seeing and that made it ten times
easier to let go and enjoy himself.

Donovan loved everything about it. The smooth, silken
texture of Ty’s shaft, the musky smell, the taste that verged on mild salty
citrus and the indefinable heat that permeated his mouth—a sense that something
bigger than sucking cock was happening between them. On top of that, the
satisfaction in seeing Ty reduced to wordless half-sobs was priceless.

He redoubled his efforts. Ty’s hips left the bed and his
hands sank into Donovan’s hair as he helped work his cock between Donovan’s
lips. Donovan hummed happily and Ty lost it. His cock rammed the back of
Donovan’s throat and hot cum sprayed the soft palate.

Surprised, Donovan hurried to swallow him down the way Ty
had, without choking. It wasn’t nearly as easy as Ty made it look. Maybe that
came with practice? Most of the women Donovan had been with spat it out or
jerked him through the end. This was infinitely more satisfying. As he finished
and licked his lips, he knew he’d never been into going down on a woman the way
he’d enjoyed Ty. Apparently all he’d needed was the right sex organ.

Donovan nuzzled Ty’s balls with a strange sense of gratitude
and freedom. He could hear Ty reaching for things, feel his hips shift.

“Ty. I’m just gonna say this, because I don’t know how else
to do it, but I’m aching to get inside you.”

He looked up the length of Ty’s body, expecting doubt.
Instead, Ty grinned at him and held out a condom with a bottle of lube. “God,
you have no idea how much I’ve wanted you to say that,” Ty told him.

“You knew I would?”

“I’d hoped. I’d suspected your general disinterest in dating
women could possibly play in my favor, but even thinking you could be a closet
gay, I was afraid you wouldn’t want me. But knew? I didn’t know. If I’d known,
I’d have come on to you a lot sooner than a week ago. Really wishing I had,
too.”

Donovan leaned on one elbow. He took the supplies from Ty thoughtfully
before laying them nearby on the bed. He stood and slowly took off his clothes,
keeping his eyes locked on his best friend.

It felt strange yet exciting to strip for him. He liked the
way Ty watched, all hot and interested. It made Donovan feel downright sexy.
This new territory didn’t feel like anything he’d experienced before. It felt
good, right, perfect. Was that love? He didn’t know, but there was no pressure
for him to. What he did know was that it was different and it was all about the
man waiting for him on the bed. That the day he’d met Ty, things had been
different, slowly changing or happening until they’d reached this point. And
damn if Donovan didn’t like it. A lot.

When he finally stood naked, Donovan licked his lips
nervously. “It’s you. It’s definitely you.”

Ty’s gaze tracked over Donovan’s body, pausing on Donovan’s
rigid dick and bright pink head with the bead of cum at the tip, before
catching his gaze. “Ready?”

Ty’s voice had grown husky with need and instead of freaking
Donovan out, it only served to turn him on further, if that was possible.
Butterflies swirled low in his belly, lighting on every nerve below his
bellybutton.

That was a loaded question! He knew Ty asked about the
bigger implications, the fallout of doing what they were about to do. But
either way the answer stayed the same. “Yes.” It was so much easier to say than
he’d expected.

Donovan crawled back onto the bed. The mattress gave beneath
his knees and palms as though softening the moment and cushioning it for
privacy. The lube rolled toward the depression his hand made. He picked it up
and, caught somewhere between surreal and reality, he twisted off the top. He knew
how to use lube so should have been able to apply it with ease. Instead, he put
it down and rolled on the waiting condom. This time he’d enter a far more
desirable location, he thought as his gaze roamed Ty’s body. He retrieved the
tube with shaking hands.

Ty seemed to understand Donovan’s sudden case of nerves and
took the lube from him, applying it to his small, puckered hole. Then he
slathered more on Donovan’s covered, heated shaft, finishing with a twisting
motion around the head. Donovan bit back a moan as Ty lay back and bent his
knee.

“Yes,” Donovan repeated as though Ty needed to hear it
again.

If he didn’t know better, he’d swear Ty was dealing with a
case of nerves too. He supposed he would be. Ty put everything out there for
Donovan. He’d held nothing back even when Donovan hadn’t been as forthcoming.
And now he stretched out his body too.

Tenderness washed over him. Donovan nodded. “I want you today.
I already know I’m going to want you tomorrow and the next day. I think I know
what that means, but give me at least a week before we tell people, okay?”

“A week?” Ty’s eyes danced with humor. “I thought when you
said you needed
time
, you meant like a year from now.”

“A week. Enough time to know we’re more than a friendship
with fucking rights,” Donovan teased. “I think there’s more than that, but I
want time to work through the awkwardness. Especially when it comes to telling
the office and seeing how they react.”

“Fuck that. If they don’t like it, we can hire new
programmers,” Ty decided.

Donovan laughed. “I’m down with that.”

“You can be down with anything you want as long as you keep
going down on me.”

“I’m definitely doing that again.”

“So are you done stalling, or are you going to put that rod
inside me anytime soon?” Ty wondered.

“It changes everything.”

“I know,” Ty replied seriously. “If you’re not sure yet—”

Donovan pushed the head of his cock into Ty’s body,
effectively shutting him up.

Ty hissed. “A little warning next time, huh?”

“Sorry. You were talking. I didn’t want to be rude by interrupting
you. You were saying?” Donovan didn’t give him time to adjust. He wasn’t sure
he could. A fiery glove wrapped his dick with a squeezing urgency Donovan was
helpless to resist. He thrust his hips hard, shoving his cock all the way in. A
shiver tracked his spine and tightened his shoulders. He froze in place as
pleasure washed over him from head to curling toes.

Ty slapped his shoulder on a swear word. “I’m going to
remember this when it’s your turn, asshole.”

“My asshole is tweaking like it’s high on heroin. If I’m
going to do this relationship thing with you, I guess that’s a good sign. Bring
it on anytime, dude.”

Ty opened his mouth to say something. Donovan stopped him
with another long, hard thrust. Yeah, that was it. Even better than the initial
thrust, this one rubbed all the right places. It made Ty’s hips lift in
response and Donovan’s balls slapped his man’s taint deliciously.

Ty’s groan went bone deep and Donovan shivered again, this
time with lust.

There was nothing that felt as good as Ty’s body. Donovan
wasn’t going to be finished with him for a long time. He smiled as he savored
the thought. His body begged him to move again. He held a second longer,
drawing the insanity out just so he could relish shoving in all the more.

“No take backs,” Donovan rasped.

“What could I possibly take back?”

“I’m a non-returnable gaming unit. Now that you’ve got me,
you’re stuck with me.” And the kicker of it was Donovan meant it.

Ty grinned. He pulled Donovan down for a long, deep kiss.
“I’ll take that chance. I knew I wanted you from the moment we first met. I
just needed you to put your ass on the for sale table.”

“I’m not for sale. I’m just for you.”

Seven months later…

Ty flipped the French toast in the skillet. Donovan wandered
into the kitchen, still mussed from sleep. Not that they’d had much of it.
They’d made the wise decision to take the week off after making the huge Sony
sale. He knew Donovan would still want to check in, but the programmers were
programming and they’d been able to hire an office manager to oversee some of
the decision making.

Ty grinned as Donovan schlumped up behind Ty and wrapped his
arms loosely around his waist. D’s chin dropped to his bare shoulder. “Mornin’,
sexy.”

“Morning,” Ty answered. He’d never get over the giddy
feeling of Donovan’s unconscious affection.

“You stole the covers again last night,” Donovan grumbled.

“You snored.”

“You hit me in the face with a pillow,” Donovan complained
lightly.

“As mentioned, you snored.”

Donovan chuckled, nuzzling the side of Ty’s neck and sending
goose bumps down his arms.

“If my mouth’s open, you could always find something long
and hard to fill it,” Donovan suggested.

“You should never sleep with a cock in your mouth. I hear
it’s a choking hazard.”

“The kind I like.”

“I’m trying to make breakfast,” Ty said, shrugging the
shoulder Donovan leaned on. “I can’t concentrate on flipping golden-brown toast
when my dick would rather I flip you.”

“Oh?” Donovan hadn’t been shaken. He hands flattened on Ty’s
smooth abdomen and eased beneath the elastic waistband of his cotton pajama
pants. “I think the bigger problem is getting this too close to the flames.”

D’s hot hand curled around Ty’s shaft. The other one tucked
lower to capture his balls. Dear God, he’d never get breakfast on the table at
this rate. Especially not when D’s hand began to move.

“Turn off the stovetop,” Donovan ordered.

Ty blindly killed the flame under the skillet. He rested the
back of his head on Donovan’s shoulder, sinking into the sensations that his
lover created. Damn, the man was talented.

Donovan’s lips captured Ty’s earlobe and Ty groaned at the
heated suction of his lips and tongue working it. His hands continued at a
torturously slow place as his lips traveled from ear to neck.

Ty tipped his head aside to give him better access. “Right
there. I love that spot.”

Donovan chuckled. “I know.” He lifted his head to nip Ty’s
jaw. “And I love giving you want you want.”

“I know,” Ty mirrored.

“Because I love
you
.”

Ty’s eyes flew open. He tried to turn in Donovan’s hold, but
Donovan held him tightly.

“I love you, Ty. I’m crazy about you. I’m tired of living
apart, and I’m tired of other guys looking at you.”

Ty’s heart might just explode. But first, Donovan’s forceful
attention to Ty’s cock had his dick vying for first place in that contest.
Harder, faster Donovan worked, stealing words from Ty’s throat and replacing
them with moans.

Donovan whispered hot sex words in Ty’s ear. Telling him all
the ways he was going to show him how much he loved Ty. Explaining every detail
of how he’d get fucked, pounded, tied up and mounted. How Donovan would lick
Ty’s balls and eat his come until Ty had nothing left to give. Then he’d start
over again.

And as though he needed to punctuate the truth of his words,
Donovan pressed his hips against Ty’s ass. He nestled a thick ridge between
Ty’s cheeks and began to rub.

Ty’s knees felt weak. He grabbed hold of the oven door
handle. His balls tucked up hard and tight.

“I love you, Ty. Not just now, but forever. It’s always been
you.”

Ty shot. His back arched and he cried out sharply as his
come unraveled from him, rather like the last vestiges of his heart. Donovan
had all of him. Even when Ty thought he had nothing left to give, he realized
he’d been waiting for this moment and now he was undone.

He sank against Donovan, held easily by his best friend and
lover. “I love you too.”

“Good. Now you’d better eat breakfast, because I’m horny and
you’re going to need your energy.”

He did turn this time. Donovan’s dark-brown gaze held his in
a sweet vise.

“Say it again,” he asked D.

“I love you.”

Ty grinned.

“Not that part. I know that part,” he teased, recognizing
how tender and new the confession was and not wanting Donovan to feel shy about
it. “I want to hear all the ways you plan on showing me. Especially that one
involving a vibrator, breakfast syrup and the rake. Because that’s one I’ve
never heard before.”

“First we eat food,” Donovan said, grinning. “Then I eat
you.”