Promises 2 (19 page)

I don't even know how to hold your hand

Just to make you understand

But I'm ready to learn

Yes, I'm ready to learn

To hold your hand, make you understand

Holding Cayson tight to him, they both closed their eyes and let the words settle into them.

I don't even know how to kiss your lips

At a moment like this

Oh, but I'm going to learn how to do

All the things you want me to

Oh, but I'm ready

Yes, I'm ready

Are you ready?

Yes, I'm ready

To fall in love

Right now.

When the song was over, Quick tucked Cayson close to him and walked up to the small band and dropped two one hundred dollar bills into the tip jar. The guy nodded his head in thanks and began to play a comforting instrumental while everyone cleared the dance floor.

“You ready to go?” Quick asked, walking back to their table.

“I am.” Cayson squeezed Quick’s thigh under the table while he pulled out his wallet to pay the tab.

“Did you like the song?”

Cayson palmed Quick’s cheek this time and drew him forward. He kissed him with so much passion and warmth, Quick had to take a few deep breaths before he was able to stand again. They walked back towards his truck and Quick was mindful to hold Cayson close on the crowded street.

“Want to see what movie is playing, or I was thinking of walking in the garden, but they have a big Valentine’s Day thing going on there. I didn’t want to appear too presumptuous. I was never really a Valentine’s guy, but I heard it might be nice out there tonight.”

“Yeah, like what?”

Quick closed Cayson’s door and jogged around to his side to finish what he was saying. “It’s supposed to be all decorated and lit up nice. More music, dancing, and food.”

“Well I’m stuffed, thanks to that delicious dinner, but the lights and garden sound nice.”

“It does.” Quick smiled, not able to keep himself from leaning over and going for Cayson’s soft, pink lips again. “So, you do wanna go check it out? You don’t think it’s too cold out?”

“You’ll keep me warm, right?” Cayson smiled seductively against Quick’s mouth.

Quick

Quick held up his date so he could pull the keys from Cayson’s pocket. He hid his smile while he unlocked the gate, as Cayson hummed parts of their song in his ear.

“You’re a real lightweight, you know that, Doc?” Quick let Cayson practically drape his entire upper half over his back while he stumbled up to the front door.

“Who can refuse free wine?” Cayson sing-songed, and Quick hurried him through the door before the man woke his neighbors. Hadn’t they had enough of a show starring the two of them?

Quick was still holding his hand and Cayson spun around in his arms just like he’d spun him on the dance floor at the Gardens, while the aromatic smell of chocolate and orchids drifted around them. He loved seeing Cayson this carefree. The Atlantic Botanicals was beyond beautiful and sickeningly sweet. Hearts, balloons, and chocolate fountains overflowed in abundance. Cayson and Quick did a private tour, so they were able to stop to kiss and fondle whenever they wanted too. They slow-danced and nibbled on cheese and wine samples, basking in each other’s company until Cayson’s several glasses of wine caught up with him and he became a little too touchy feely on the dance floor. Like now.

“I think you’d better go on up and get ready for bed, gorgeous,” Quick murmured, yanking a drunk Cayson back to him. “You’re in no condition to pull off what you’re offering.”

“Let me be the judge of that,” Cayson slurred. One hand already inching down the front of Quick’s pants and the other hand fisted tightly in the front of his shirt. “I need you, Rome. I want it. I want you.”

“You already have me, Doc,” Quick confessed. Holding him close, Quick noticed Cayson was putting more of his weight on him. He shook his head affectionately when he heard the soft snores and felt the hot breath through his shirt while his doctor laid there and napped. Quick scooped down and caught Cayson behind the crook of his knees and hefted him in his arms. His still-healing ribs barked an angry “What the fuck are you doing?” Because Cayson wasn’t a small man by any means, but he ignored it and took his drunk date to bed.

He removed Cayson’s clothes, piece by piece, until he was in nothing but a pair of white boxer briefs. Quick wanted to bury his face in the mound protruding from the front of Cayson’s underwear, but he wasn’t a pig. He’d wait.
God please give me the strength to wait.
Quick pulled up the covers and leaned down to give Cayson a lingering kiss on his cheek before he reached up and turned off the bedside lamp, submerging them in darkness. Quick went back downstairs and locked up everything, because Cayson’s safety came first.

He watched the block for about an hour before his own eyelids began to get heavy as well. He pulled down the blanket from the other night and dropped it on the couch. He took off everything except his pants, and stretched out on the uncomfortable couch.

~~~~~~~~

With both hands tucked under his pillow, Quick was easily awakened by the sound of hesitant footsteps on the stairs. He didn’t make a move, being sure to keep his breathing even. He could smell Cayson the moment he got to the foot of the couch. The lingering traces of his subtle cologne made it difficult for Quick to control his cock’s reaction. The mind could play games, but the body couldn’t lie. When Cayson didn’t speak, he wondered how long he was going to stand there. 

“I’m not so easy to sneak up on, Doc,” Quick said, finally opening his eyes.

“I didn’t think you were.” Cayson’s sleepy voice made Quick’s cock rise up higher to listen.

“Come’re,” he said, pushing the covers off and holding his arms out. Cayson came to him as easily as a baby going to a bottle.

They both groaned when their bodies aligned and Cayson melted into Quick’s huge frame. He wrapped his arms behind Cayson’s back and began to rub him there, as was becoming his habit.

“You feel okay?”

“I’m good. A little embarrassed. I didn’t think I could get drunk that easily.”

“When you’re not a regular drinker, you can.” Quick ran his hands through Cayson’s hair, enjoying the softness.

“I only had three glasses of wine, though.”

“Something like that. And two whiskeys at the restaurant.”

“Oh, yeah.”

Quick chuckled. “Be glad you don’t feel sick.”

Cayson shifted on top of Quick and sucked in a sharp breath when their hardening erections bumped against each other. “No. Sick isn’t what I’m feeling right now.”

Quick gripped Cayson’s hips tightly, moaning when he started grinding his pelvis down onto his. “You don’t have to do this now. I can wait.” Quick breathed harshly.

“But I can’t.” Cayson shuddered. “Do something, Roman.”

“Fuck,” Quick groaned. He wanted this so badly, but he was more than a little inexperienced. He’d watched a couple videos, but nothing in detail. He knew the fundamentals and he knew what Cayson had been denied. So, he figured he’d start there. He’d watched one act in particular, slightly longer than he wanted to admit, all the while wondering if Cayson would enjoy it.

Quick dragged his hands up Cayson’s back and massaged his neck while staring into those crystal blues. Eyes that were naked and open. Showing Quick all that he needed and wanted. They kissed for a long time, kissed until it became its own powerful language, kissed until one of them had to wrench away to breathe.

With their eyes still locked, Quick slowly ran his hands down Cayson’s smooth back until he got to the top curve of his ass. Cayson’s pupils dilated to twice their size, which Quick took as a very good sign. Not wanting to feel the cotton of Cayson’s underwear, he lifted the waistband and eased both hands inside and over the softest, most luscious ass cheeks he’d ever felt.

Cayson whined in his ear, his face buried in Quick’s neck. “Ahh, god, Rome. Your touch feels so good.”

Quick ached, too. Not from the lack of sex in his own life, but for Cayson. He had no clue when the man had last been touched or cared for the way he needed it most, but his wait was over. “You can have anything you want.” Quick applied more pressure, kneading Cayson’s ass in his controlling grip. When his doc began to writhe on Quick’s thigh, he used his middle finger to tease the crack of Cayson’s ass, not quite giving him all of what he begged for. This was their first real intimacy. They weren’t about to rub off a quickie on the couch. With newfound determination, Quick pulled Cayson from out of hiding and ordered, “Upstairs.”

Cayson slowly got up and Quick was close behind him, taking the steep stairs that led to his man’s bedroom. Quick let his pants fall to the floor, as he watched Cayson climb onto the bed, and turned to face him. Quick absently pulled on his pulsing length. Cayson made such a breathtaking sight. His beautiful, pale body spread out on his royal blue sheets. Waiting for Quick to take all his stress away, like a good partner is supposed to.

Quick stalked up Cayson’s body, starting at the foot and licking his way up until he got to his mouth. No skin was left untouched and Cayson was an absolute mess by the time Quick reached his lips. His hair was rumpled and askew on top of his head, and his hands reached and grasped at Quick’s strong arms while he held himself over top of him.

“Turn over.” Quick’s voice had turned dark and frightening, but it excited the hell out of his impatient doctor. Cayson flipped over, pushing his long, hard cock between his legs, giving Quick quite an erotic show. He wanted Cayson to be comfortable with him, so he had to appear as if he knew what he was doing. Basically, he did. He was doing what came natural to him, what had always been natural to him.

He started at the base of Cayson’s neck and began to kiss his way back down. His own cock was hanging heavy with neglect, but he was going to stay focused. Pulling up the images in his head from the porno, Quick flicked his tongue inside the dents on the sides of Cayson’s ass, driving him crazy with anticipation.

“Rome,” Cayson begged. His smaller fist reaching back and clenching anxiously in Quick’s long hair.

“Shh.” Quick cupped and caressed one soft, lightly furred ass cheek, slicking down the fine, golden brown hairs with his tongue while he worked his way to the center. Both of them were moaning loudly by the time Quick parted Cayson’s ass and went after his unloved hole.

Cayson

All he could do was moan. Cayson buried his face in his pillow to stifle his cries of ecstasy while Quick tenderly laved at his hole.
Oh, my fuckin’ god, has it been that long?
Cayson knew he was going to come any minute. It felt too good, too stimulating. He wanted more already.

“Please fuck me.” Cayson sounded like an unsexed slut. He knew he promised to play hard to get from now on, but Quick had more than proven himself. The public affection, the special song, the dancing, and then the garden… What more did Quick have to do to prove he really did like Cayson?

“I’m not gonna fuck you right now.” Quick rubbed and licked at Cayson’s ass while he spoke, his hot breath fanning over his moist hole made him clench with the need to be penetrated.

Not now? Why the hell not?

“Try to relax. I want to do something to you first.”

“Okay,” Cayson said shakily.

“Where’s your lube?”

“Top drawer.” Quick’s hand shot out and yanked the drawer hard enough to send a certain secret flying to the front. Cayson hid his face when his jet-black eight-inch dildo rolled into view. “Kill me now,” Cayson groaned.

Quick didn’t laugh, but amusement was all over his face. He pushed it back further in the drawer where it belonged. Cayson felt solid muscles pressed against his back – and just that fast his shame was gone. Quick pumped his hips and talked Cayson right back into an aching, quivering mess.

“I want to watch you fuck yourself with your toy, one day. I bet you’ll look hot as fuck, pushing that in your ass while you look at me,” Quick murmured thickly.