Pent Up (30 page)

Andy went and he followed. The drops fell so hard they bounced off their shoulders and soaked the jackets.

Andy mouthed his throat, sending small spikes of ticklish electricity through Ruben. He lipped Ruben’s ear, breathing hard and wet with the rain.

“You hungry, boss?” Ruben ran a dark hand over Andy’s head and then tipped the panting face up so he could see.

“Not your boss.” Another kiss. Andy’s mouth tasted sweet and pulpy as a split mango.

“You tell me what to do.”

Andy’s reply was hoarse. “Yeah. But you don’t listen.”

“Mmph.” Ruben wheezed a laugh as he fumbled with buttons. “Only when you’re being stupid.”

Slow rain pelted and crept between their pressed bodies. Ruben sighed and his eyes drifted shut.

The summer storm churned in the sky around them. Humidity made it even harder to breathe and the air glittered. The rain made silvery halos around the street lamps.

Ruben exhaled, dizzy and impatient. “Rain’s making me sweat.”

“I know. Feels great.” Andy dropped his head forward and let the wetness run from his floppy hair onto Ruben’s legs.

Ruben ran a rough hand over the wet jacket and wide shoulders.

Andy rocked his head to one side so he could look up. “You have a fatty.” He squeezed it, but let his hand drop. “Fucking crowbar.”

Their faces slid together, and it took Ruben a moment to realize that, rather than relenting, the downpour had broken loose in earnest. “Clothes.”

Andy shook his head lazily. His hands cupped the side of Ruben’s face and brushed their mouths together. “If you’re worried, take ’em off. About them, I do not care.” He ran a slick arm behind his back and squeezed their tuxedoed torsos together. Pulling the collar back, he bit and sucked at Ruben’s shoulder. “S’just money.”

Ruben yanked the shirttails out of his pants and tugged at the belt buckle.

A low grind of thunder cracked the sky. Bowling in heaven. If there was lightning in answer he didn’t see it. Instead, the glowing clouds seemed to devour the city’s light and noise, leaving the terrace dark and muffled. They had to find each other by feel.

Blind.

“Jesus.” Ruben’s breath labored in his chest.
Finally, finally.
What did clothes or water matter?

Coming together like this outdoors felt natural, inevitable. Not two men but starving animals in the hot scarves of water falling from the sky.

Andy panted. “I don’t care. I don’t care.” Water ran from his open lips and dripped from his chin. His tiny nipples showed through the transparent undershirt. “I don’t care.”

Ruben swallowed hard. Andy’s frank hunger made him feel invincible. The rain began to pelt them, and Ruben didn’t budge. Clumsy hands as he popped the buttons to get the shirt open. Everything soaking wet and translucent. He unzipped the dripping trousers that clung to his legs.

The clouds swelled with hidden lightning but it refused to strike.

“I don’t care. I don’t care.” Andy whispered and rubbed his face against Ruben’s chest and throat. He peeled Ruben’s sopping shirt back. The wet cling felt as though Andy were skinning him to get at the pleasure hidden inside. “I don’t care.”

Liar.

Ruben stopped struggling and clasped Andy’s head roughly. He tipped it for a better angle to suck at the glossy lower lip. “I’m right here. Huh?”

“You are. Thank God.”

Ruben blinked the water out of his eyes, panting and squirming under the assault on his nerves. His nipples were hard. His clothes made slurping noises as his movements pulled them away from his flesh. He shrugged out of the jacket finally and let it fall to the ground.

Andy wiped his face and ran a hand over Ruben’s chest. “Fuck.”

The water slid over them both, lukewarm and sluggish. Ruben groaned and let Andy control his movements.

No two women screwed the same, but this was something else entirely. A different set of possible intersections. What scared him most was that the difference felt sexy, exciting, irrevocable. He was learning a new language that opened scary doors in him.

Ruben licked the inside of Andy’s mouth and gave himself up to the hypnotic intensity.

Andy sagged close. “I don’t care.”

I do. Jesus, but I do.
Ruben blinked the drops out of his lashes and tipped his head back so the rain could pelt his face.

Andy sank to his knees. His tux was soaked shiny and the hair plastered to his skull. When he looked up, his soft eyes seemed huge.

Ruben looked down. “You want that big thing?” His erection made a wide ridge under the zipper. Not fully stiff yet, but firm, fat, and about two licks away from urgency.

Blink. Half-lidded, Andy leaned forward, open mouthed and grunting, to rub against Ruben’s concealed meat as if marking it with scent or memorizing it with his face. Andy fumbled at his own waistband and pushed his trousers open. His pubes showed dark and dick pale through his boxers.

“Smartass.” Ruben pulled him to his feet roughly. Holding Andy’s arm high, he licked up the ribcage and into the armpit, chewing and sucking until Andy fought free.

He panted in the sultry soggy air, so close to the clouds that they muffled the city below. All he could hear was the sounds they made against each other.

More determined now, Andy pushed his fingers under Ruben’s balls to rub at his taint then further back to stroke the hidden opening.

Ruben sighed raggedly but didn’t fight it. For once he didn’t tighten up, didn’t flinch. He hooked a leg around Andy’s and grunted. The hot slip of the water made everything hypnotic, unreal. What did it matter who put what where while they melted together in the summer rain?

Sensitive, his skin was, and Andy knew exactly how to tease the little muscle and coax the nerves awake. Back-forth, back-forth, Andy rubbed across the little muscle and sucked at Ruben’s mouth as if he owned it.

“Go.” Ruben tipped his hips and pushed down on the tip. His only fear was that giving in would make him seem weak and wreck Andy’s illusions about him. “Do it.”

Andy leaned back to peer through the wet dark. Ruben nodded. Permission had nothing to do with it. He wanted to cross that line more than Andy did.

Andy groaned and sank one thick digit into Ruben. The rain didn’t make it much easier.

Ruben didn’t fight the freaky burn and tried to focus on Andy’s filthy muttering and the dizzying sense of being violated by someone as ruthless and ruined as him. Suddenly Andy passed over something that splintered his senses. “Oh. Oh fuck.” He kissed Andy hard, grunting with the freaky pleasure and trying to catch it again. Their chests slid and scrubbed together.

Andy mumbled and ground his cock into Ruben’s leg. Obviously he wanted inside, and Ruben felt guilty for not giving in. Duh. He was a guy. That must be part of the deal with two guys, who put what where. He set aside his nerves and tried to get the finger to hit that place again.

Ruben gave a hoarse yelp and shuddered, bracing his hands on the warm wet marble of Andy’s pectorals.
A man. He’s a man.

Andy was seducing him, manhandling him, dismantling him, and he was doing the same right back. For once in his life, Ruben wasn’t in control, and the thought made him feel drunk in the best way.

Never in his life had he made love so recklessly, reaching into someone while they reached back into him. This wasn’t getting off, but getting
in
or getting
to
each other. A gleaming bridge over acid and alligators. Their bodies knotted together surely, but something else besides: a terrible, bright knowing that made him feel broken and mended at the same moment.

I never knew.

Maybe they really could have anything. All they had to do was want it together, build it together one kiss at a time. That seemed right, natural, obvious. Give and take with nobody keeping an account.

He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue in undisguised enjoyment. “Filthy fucker.”

Andy nodded.

Ruben raised a hand and wiped the wetness off Andy’s brow, pushing his hair back and cupping the back of his skull. “Wanna go inside?”

Andy relaxed into the grip and let him hold the weight, rolling his neck lazily. He whispered, “I don’t care.” Then his mouth closed over Ruben’s entire ear, tongue-swabbing it with a seashell roar that made Ruben’s heart climb into his throat.

“Ah.
Ah!
Ugh-fuck.” His legs shook and he stopped seeing anything.

Andy chewed the lobe lightly and asked, “Yeah?”

“Jerk.”

Andy grinned and whispered in his ear. “I’ve been paying attention. See?” He licked Ruben’s lobe and tugged gently at it with his teeth.

Ruben choked and his legs buckled. He would’ve fallen to his knees, but Andy caught his elbows and lowered them both to the terrace tile.

Their smooth sinew flexed in tandem. He’d known Andy was strong, but not what it would feel like to be strong
with
him.

Ruben had expected sex, but this had turned into something scarier. Andy seemed to be investigating his entire body, almost ignoring his naughty bits in favor of his vulnerabilities.

Both naked under the flashing sky, hot rain sliding over them and their erections jousting between them.
Finally.
They’d made it here at last.

“I don’t care.” Andy whispered and blinked close, his eyes colorless in the dark. Unaccountably, he laced their hands together and held their mutual fists at his flexing hips. Their knotted knuckles grazed Andy’s perfect, perfect ass.

Ruben panted and leaned their foreheads together while the rain slid down their faces. “You’re crazy.”

Andy nodded, watching his eyes.

“We both are.” He smiled.

A kiss. “I hope so.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CRAFT LOVES
clothes but truth lives naked.

They jostled and laughed their way back inside. Andy led the way to his dark room upstairs, woozy and wild, shivering in the air conditioning. Ruben grabbed a towel and made Andy stand while he dried them both.

Andy sighed. “Rough.”

“Too rough?”

Andy shook his head. The room was lit only by the sallow glow from the terrace and the lightning glow in the clouds.

“Better?”

“So much. C’mere man.” Andy wrapped his hand around Ruben’s cock and tugged.

Ruben’s breath caught. “Uh huh.” He pushed Andy, knocking him onto the bed. Andy rolled onto his belly to crawl toward the pillows, but Ruben held his legs and pinned him down. “Where d’you think you’re going? No escape.”

Andy grunted. Squirming under Ruben’s weight, he ground his erection into the mattress. He bent his knee to give Ruben access. “You’re spoiling me.”

Ruben kneaded the muscle, and Andy’s thighs tightened under his hands.

In some way, making love in shadow felt like a dream. Honesty for ostriches.

Ruben opened his jaws and bit down on Andy’s inner thigh. He tapped Andy’s butthole with his thumb. The tight knot of muscle was hot and dry.

“Yeah. Yeah.” Andy started to lift up. His balls, draped over the cock, pushed back between his legs under Ruben’s mouth and the drizzle of saliva.

God help me, I want to.

As Andy got harder, his taint rose to a hard mound. A trail of faint fuzz led beneath.

Ruben reached under Andy and pulled his stiffening cock back. If his flattened boner got too uncomfortable, Andy could push up on all fours, which sounded just fine as far as he was concerned.

Andy’s swollen cockhead had darkened with the trapped pressure. A dot of precum the size of a quarter marked the sheets.

In the dark Ruben could just make out Andy’s body against the white bed. Hiding? Begging? Sure. Not being able to see clearly made it easier for both of them.

If no one saw him steal his pleasure, was he a thief?

Without thinking, before he could stop the impulse, Ruben ducked and licked the underside of the firm helmet, long and slow. The raw salty-sweet taste exploded in his mouth. His nose nudged Andy’s hot nutsack.

Andy whisper-laughed. His arms were folded and drawn up under his chest. His face lifted a moment, but he said nothing. He looked nervous as hell. A tic flickered across his clamped jawline.

Ruben still tasted brine on his lips. He wanted more but didn’t have the guts to actually suck Andy’s dick.
Yet.
At least he could admit that Andy’s frank horniness turned him on.

He dug his rough chin into Andy’s trench.

Andy hissed and arched his back, lifting them both off the sheet until his knees were under him. Freed, his cock sprang forward and smacked his stomach.

Ruben kissed one smooth cheek and raised his head. “Too much?”

A little headshake. Andy’s eyes looked wet. He was panting through an open loose mouth. “Nuhh.”

Ruben circled the swollen cock and balls, letting them slide over his palm, then spread Andy’s butt to expose the trench. Curious, he pressed the tight opening with his thumb.

“Hsss.” Andy jerked. “I don’t know if I’m—”

Ruben kneaded the muscular ass and dragged his cheek down the back of Andy’s thick thigh, scraping the light skin. When he reached the swell of muscle behind his knee he dug in with his chin.

“Oh muh—“Andy’s voice was choked. “What are you doing down there?”

“Why?” Ruben lifted up and licked the slight rise, then sucked at the skin. His stubble scraped Andy’s inner thighs.

I wanna taste him.

It was only polite. He’d eaten ladies out since he was in eighth grade. As his brother always said, “Fastest way to pick the softest lock.” He didn’t see that much difference, a couple inches down. His rough hands spread the cheeks, exposing the tiny opening hidden there.

Before he could think it through or psych himself out, Ruben dragged his tongue up the smooth trench, across the tiny hole.

“
Whhuuh!
” Back arching, Andy choked and barked at the same time. “Ruben?”

“I can’t stop it.” He gave a low chuckle. “I tried to contain myself but I escaped.”

“
Hfffft. Muh
—Hang on. You’re gonna make me—Easy! What the hell, Ruben?” Andy flipped onto his back and he tried to sit up. His forearms dropped across Ruben’s skull, and then he twisted away. A low light clicked on.