Mandarin Orange: Sweet and Sour (20 page)

The hand Kelly had been using to direct himself moved to grasp Riley’s other hip, and Kelly bit his lip as he pressed deeper, the lubricant countering the natural tightness of Riley’s body in a way that was both perfection and torment. “God, you feel good,” Kelly managed to say, and Riley pushed back, not slowly or carefully. He just shoved that incredible ass back hard, taking the rest of Kelly’s shaft deep. “Oh, God!”

“Now, that’s...” Riley panted for a moment before finishing his sentence, “That’s what I’m talking about. Fuck, that feels weird. Good. But fucking weird.”

Kelly’s eyes narrowed and he gripped Riley’s hips tighter. “I’ll show you
weird
. See if I ever try to take it easy on you again.”

Riley’s head rose from what had apparently been careful contemplation of the sheets, and Kelly almost laughed at the smug look on Riley’s face when Riley looked back at him over one broad shoulder. “Bring it on, man,” Riley grumbled, and Kelly did.

He pulled back, leaving only his tip wrapped in the heat and strength of Riley’s body. Then Kelly shoved forward, his sac slapping against Riley’s just hard enough to be heard. And Riley’s body went even tighter, tensing roughly as a strangled-sounding cry left Riley’s lips. Those eyes closed, Riley’s head dropping forward again.

“Oh, God. I’m sorry!” Kelly’s hands slid from Riley’s hips, moving under the man’s torso to hold Riley in a hug. After what he’d just done, Kelly figured Riley deserved at least that small comfort. “I’m so sorry! Let me. I’ll stop. I. I was too rough and I hurt you and...”

And Riley’s cry faded, turned into a laugh that sounded more surprised than anything else. Wondering. That’s what Riley’s laugh sounded like. Like Riley couldn’t quite believe something but liked it. A lot.

“No,” Riley mumbled a moment later, just as Kelly was steeling himself to pull out of Riley and let the man recover from being handled so roughly. “Fuck. No, Kell. That was. It didn’t hurt. I just...” Riley’s hole spasmed around Kelly’s dick, and Kelly moaned. “That rocked! Seriously, dude, I just came all over the fucking bed. From one good thrust. Shit, I think I like this gay-butt-sex stuff. Don’t stop.”

Oh, God. He came? Just from... Jesus. And he doesn’t want me to stop.

“I. I can do that. I can absolutely not stop,” Kelly said, relief singing through him. And Riley rocked back against him, which made any possibility of stopping pretty much nonexistent. “Oh, God.”

As it turned out, not stopping didn’t mean going on for much longer, because Riley started making the hottest growling sounds every time Kelly pushed deep, and that stellar ass just got tighter and tighter, which Kelly thought might be a violation of the laws of physics. The sad truth was, it took less than five minutes before Kelly was panting and sweating and making his own stuttered cries, and when he moved his hand to Riley’s groin and found that Riley was hard again, that was it.

Kelly gasped out something even he couldn’t identify and took Riley’s prick in a tight grasp. One stroke, then a second, in time with Kelly’s own thrusts into the tight heat that was Riley’s body, and they both came roughly, Kelly filling the rubber he wore with shot after shot of viscous seed while Riley spilled wildly onto the sheets again.

“Oh, God,” Kelly murmured for about the fiftieth time, his cheek resting on Riley’s shoulder blade, his dick still buried deep. Riley was the only thing holding him up, damn it, he felt so orgasm-drugged. “God, Riley.”

“Shit, yeah,” Riley said then, sounding just a bit raspy. “That fucking rocked, man. Um, don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m gonna collapse in the fucking wet spot in about a minute, Kell. So. Look, I don’t know if there’s some sort of gay fucking etiquette for this kind of thing, but do you think you could maybe haul your fucking cock out of me before that happens? I’m not anti-jizz or anything, but it’s not something I want to be face down in. Dick down in. Whatever.”

Kelly laughed quietly, then forced himself to move. “Sorry. It’s one of the hazards of the... what did you call it? Oh, right. It’s one of the hazards of the ‘gay-butt-sex-stuff’ you were talking about.” He pulled slowly from Riley’s body, the fingers of one hand holding the edge of the condom, then removed the used item gingerly. “Lie on your stomach. I’m just going to get cleaned up a little, then I’ll take care of you, okay?”

Kelly didn’t wait for a response. He just hauled his lethargic self from the bed and made his way to Riley’s bathroom, where he disposed of the full rubber and ran the water until it was warm. He wiped at himself with a washcloth that looked as though it had seen better days, then rinsed it and squeezed out the excess water before returning to the bedroom.

Riley had apparently been busy while he was gone, Kelly saw, because the top sheet -- the one Riley had come on twice -- was on the floor at the foot of the bed, and Riley was waiting on his stomach, just as Kelly had asked. Riley’s head was turned toward the bathroom, but the man’s eyes were closed and there was such an expression of bliss on Riley’s relaxed face that Kelly paused for a moment, just to look.

There was also something about seeing all that muscle and lightly-haired skin displayed for him that had Kelly’s body getting interested again. Knowing he’d already been inside Riley and that Riley had enjoyed it so much only added to the building desire.

“Spread your legs a little,” Kelly said as he sat down on the side of the bed. “Let me take care of you.”

Riley released a little hum that sounded satisfied to Kelly, then those strong thighs spread, letting Kelly see the deeply pink hole he’d plundered so thoroughly just minutes before. “Mmmm...” Riley hummed again when Kelly carefully swiped the damp cloth over the slightly swollen opening. “Feels good, Kell. But you felt better.”

God, there were still so many questions, but Kelly wasn’t ready to ask them yet. Like what Riley’s parents were going to say, and how much they were going to hate Kelly for turning their son gay. Except he hadn’t done that, really. Riley still identified himself as straight, for the most part. But in that moment -- sitting on Riley’s bed while soothing the small hurt he’d caused -- Kelly couldn’t make himself care about Riley’s parents. He was too busy caring about Riley.

Chapter Thirteen

Riley was pretty sure the twinkies-three, along with Jeremy and Troy, knew something had happened with Kelly that day two weeks earlier. Fuck, the smug little glances they’d all shared once Riley and Kelly had rejoined the moving-in experience kind of guaranteed it. Only James seemed to have noticed that Riley was moving a little less easily than usual, but fuck if Riley gave a shit.

The guys could think whatever they wanted. Fuck knew they did anyway, and it wasn’t Riley’s job to clue them about anything that happened between him and Kell. It wasn’t any of their fucking business, just like it wasn’t Riley’s business about what the threesome or the twosome got up to.

What definitely
was
Riley’s business, though, was the redhead he saw trying to drag Riley’s boyfriend onto the dance floor when Riley came back from the bar at the Habitat with Citrus Explosions for himself and Kelly. That was so much Riley’s business, in fact, that Riley had to stop wending his way through the crowd and lean against a wall for a moment while catching his breath. Then he noticed that the redhead looked familiar, which required a few more slow, deep breaths before moving on.

“Leonard, right?” Riley said with a smile that felt toothy and dangerous on his lips. “I don’t think we’ve ever met.” He knew they hadn’t, but fuck it. Kelly called the guy a friend, so Riley would at least try to be pleasant. “I would have gotten you a drink if I’d known you were here.”

As long as you’re not trying to make time with my fucking lover, you shit, because the minute you touch him anywhere that’s not G-rated, I’m so gonna kick your ass... or die trying.
Because Riley suddenly remembered what Kelly had said about Leonard taking classes at the martial arts school that had finally been fully renovated and had reopened just a few days before. Riley had seen the school and met the other owner, Harry. Harry didn’t worry him at all, but Leonard? Oh, there was something about the way the guy was looking at Kelly that had Riley’s hackles up.

“Don’t ask me how, but someone introduced the owners, I guess, to Kelly’s drink,” Riley continued. “They must like it because they for fucking sure have everything they need to make it now, even the pureed mandarin fucking oranges. Do you have everything
you
need, Leonard?” Yeah, he kind of sounded like a prick, but fuck it. “I could get you another one of these babies, but you can’t have mine.”

Kelly laughed and leaned against Riley’s side, taking the cocktail with a smile. “Be nice,” Kelly ordered. “Poor Leonard had a date tonight and it went badly. He needs some friend-loving.”

Riley arched a brow, looking at the redhead again and finally noticing the way the guy’s lips were turned down at the corners. “Dude,” he said, deciding to give Leonard the benefit of the doubt, “that fucking sucks. You want me to kick his ass for you? Because I don’t even fucking know you, but if my Kell says the guy was a shithead, I’m all over teaching him a lesson. Or giving you an alibi if you can handle the ass-kicking all on your own.” Yeah. That made it clear enough, Riley figured. Made it clear that Kelly was
his
, but that Riley wasn’t about to try dictating who Kelly could be friends with.

Leonard laughed, that sort-of frown fading. “It was a date. A first date. A friend -- or rather a former friend -- set it up.” Leonard shook his head. “I’ll just say that it’s never a good sign when someone starts talking about fisting before the appetizers arrive. It’s an even worse sign when they ask whether you’ve ever worn a saddle, then tell you they have plans for you… and it
truly
sucks when they sound so sincere you feel the need to sneak out through the kitchen, which luckily in this case was right beside the bathrooms.”

Leonard shivered, which was a good thing as far as Riley was concerned. He didn’t feel like displaying his ignorance in front if the guy. Riley was still very new to the whole gay life, or at least new to experiencing it firsthand, and while he’d heard of fisting -- it made him shudder, but to each his own -- the whole saddle concept was entirely foreign. And sounded vaguely filthy. Judging by the looks on not only Leonard’s face, but Kelly’s, too? Riley was sure he didn’t want to know.

“I’ll say it again,” Riley said. “That fucking sucks. Badly.” He turned to Kelly. “Dude. Don’t
you
know someone better than that kind of fucking shit-wad to fix your buddy up with? For fuck’s sake, what’s the use of having a whole gay-posse if you’re not gonna use it to benefit your fucking friends?”

Kelly laughed and leaned harder against his side, and Riley knew a silly grin was spreading across his face, but he couldn’t quite manage to care. He ignored the amused gazes from the twinkies-three, as well as the outright smirks Jer and Ballard were throwing their way, too. Fuck them. Riley could give a shit if they were amused by his Kelly-inspired gayness.

“Maybe...” Kelly started to say, just as Riley said “Dude!” to Leonard. Then “Sorry, Kell.”

Kelly shook his head while Leonard just looked confused. “Go ahead, Riley.” Kelly smiled. “I think we were about to say the same thing, anyway, but it’s better coming from you, since you know them better.”

Leonard only looked even more confused, so Riley shrugged. “Okay. Look, we have this friend. I mean, Kelly and I do.” Leonard nodded and Riley went on. “I guess ‘friends’ is more like it. Anyway, they have this fucking awesome party every Monday night and it’s pretty much a who’s who of gay-fucking-Hartford. You should come. Dude, let us introduce you to Ballard. He’s a pain in the fucking ass, but he’s good people.”

“Troy’s also Riley’s best friend’s boyfriend,” Kelly added. “Worst case, you go to a party and have a good time.”

Riley smiled as they ditched Leonard with Jer and Ballard, and while he hadn’t made any sort of announcement or anything, nobody batted an eye when he pulled Kelly out onto the dance floor a few minutes later.

Their drinks had been abandoned on some table or other, but Riley didn’t care about that. What he cared about was right there in his arms, swaying gently to the fast-paced, frenetic beat of some techno-centric mess that was passing for music.

“We should probably head home soon,” Kelly said against his ear after a few sways. “You need to make the rounds in the morning and meet people.”

Riley sighed, but Kelly was right. He was starting his new job the next day, acting as manager for the many houses Peter owned. And it wasn’t anything sketchy, either. The man who’d been doing that had decided to retire, right on schedule, and Peter had offered Riley the position. He’d never suggested it before because Riley had seemed happy enough working for Safe Haven Security.

The job wasn’t even that different from what Riley had been doing at the house where he and Kelly lived, either. It was just on a larger scale. Repairs, a monthly walk-through to look for possible future problems. And no matter what Riley’s uncle’s... friend, Dex, thought, Riley was qualified to do that much.

The job didn’t require working nights, except in the event of an emergency, and that meant more time to spend with Kelly, which Riley didn’t have a single problem with.

“We should probably head home right the fuck now,” Riley answered, holding Kelly closer and tighter. “I figure we’re gonna need at least a few hours in bed before we go to fucking sleep. Besides, aren’t your people supposed to get here tomorrow night? We should probably get it out of our systems before we’re fucking cock-blocked by your family.” And Riley wanted to try that whole cock-sucking thing again. He wasn’t sure he liked it, but he didn’t hate it, either, and it was Kelly’s cock, so it was only fair that he keep trying. Besides, Riley thought it might be the taste of latex that was putting him off.

“Mom and Doug are going to love you,” Kelly said with a grin, and Riley let himself believe that reassurance. “So are Robin and Mandy. Grandfather, too, when we go out to San Francisco to see him. You’re a good guy, Riley. They’ll all love you just as much as I do.”

“In a different fucking way, I hope,” Riley said automatically, and Kelly blushed. Even with the flashing lights in the club, Riley could see that alabaster skin turn darker.

Kelly shook his head like he couldn’t believe Riley had said that. Then Kelly grinned. “Remember, you need to watch your language. Mom doesn’t cuss, my brother and sister aren’t allowed, and Doug’s learned better. Just be glad my grandfather doesn’t like to travel. He’d smack you down for every word. Then you’d be in the hospital for, like, six years. Oh, and remember to invite the Hendersons over at least once. It might do their kids good to see a bi-racial family where race isn’t an issue.”

Riley simply smiled and, once the current song ended, took Kelly’s hand. He led him from the dance floor and got their jackets from the coat check, waving a good night to the twinkies, as well as Jer, Ballard, and Leonard.

When they were finally outside and standing beside Kelly’s bike, Riley took Kelly’s face in his hands and pressed a long, slow kiss to Kelly’s lips. “Your brother and sister are lucky to have a big brother like you,” Riley said bluntly. “And I fucking love that you can think of the Hendersons and their fucking family drama when you just met them. I didn’t have any fucking clue that your stepdad was black until you told me. Now, take me home and fuck me, Kell. And do me a favor, okay?”

Kelly blinked, but he nodded as he unlocked the mechanism holding the matched helmets to the bike. “Okay. If it’s something I can do, I will.”

“First, make some time before work tomorrow to get tested at the clinic with me. I’m tired of spending so much fucking money on rubbers when we might not need them.” Riley smirked at the stunned look Kelly gave him. “Second, see if Goober can stay up in my apartment with your family. Fuck knows I love the giant stinky-face mutt, but isn’t he like your folks’ grandkid or something? It’d kick serious ass to be able to sleep without needing to wake up and let him out. Even with the fence we added, he likes to go in and out at the worst fucking times. Usually when
we’re
going in-and-out, man. So that would help, okay?” Because having even one night without the pup would be the shit. Of course, just being with Kelly was that.

Yeah, Riley thought as he pressed up against Kelly’s back while they wove through the streets to home, the Harley rumbling beneath them... this was the shit. The good shit.

He and Kelly had it good.

There were moments of sweetness and seconds of sour, but between them they’d found the perfect medium. They played off each other and managed to be happy, and while Riley couldn’t swear that what they had would last forever, he was completely certain that they would both do their best to make sure that it did.

It’s more than most people have. More than I ever hoped for. And fuck if I’m not gonna do whatever it takes to stay this happy and make sure Kelly does, too.

He turned his head, laying the side of his helmet against Kelly’s leather-clad shoulder.

Most people thought Riley was all large and in charge, but the truth was he’d only ever wanted to love and be loved, and when love was involved, nobody was truly in charge. Love was. And love seemed to be just fine with him and Kelly. That was pretty much all that mattered, as far as Riley was concerned.