Radio Boys (2 page)

Thor chuckled and the soft touches against his neck got a little firmer, a little more purposeful. “If you aren’t sure if I’m interested, I must be using the wrong signals.”

Paul gave a little, low purr. “That signal’s coming through loud and clear, Thor. I live downtown, south of the college.”

The fingers on his neck stilled and then started up again, sliding beneath his collar. “You want me to meet you there, follow you, or take you myself? I’ve got a little Honda. She’s roadworthy.”

“I’ll just ride with you, if you don’t mind.” He bent his head forward, just a bit. “An hour’s ride with Dad isn’t conducive to working up an appetite.”

“I know what you mean,” murmured Thor, breath blowing across his cheek. “He isn’t going to be upset you dumped him?”

“He’s a very understanding man...” His voice lowered, hungry and rich. God, he was horny. Thor smelled so fucking good.

“I sure hope he’s understanding enough to not mind watching a man kiss his son.” Thor’s lips slid across his, slow and easy before settling against them. He exhaled, lips parting just barely, tongue tasting the hint of beer and salt and hunger on Thor’s lips. The kiss stayed light, but the fingers at his neck were holding on tight. Then the kiss was over, Thor moving back a little. The man cleared his throat. “I’m not instant gratification man, Paul and normally I’d ask you to dance, draw the evening out, but I’m finding tonight that I just want to get you home. How does that sit with you?”

“I think I can live with that, Thor. We can have our dance in my living room. There’s space.” He pulled out a pad, leaving a carefully written note for his father on the table. Dad would understand. Well, Dad would be glad the kissing had gone away where he didn’t have to look at it anymore. “You ready?”

“Yeah.” Thor stood and a hand grabbed his. “So how do you want me to do this?”

He slid out of the booth, wrapped his hand around Thor’s elbow. “You lead, I follow. Please let me know if we hit any stairs.”

Luckily he knew this place like the back of his hand, so even if Thor couldn’t lead him well, he wouldn’t look like a moron.

Thor started off. “Just walk at a normal pace, right? One of my sisters’ friends was blind and I can remember -- we’re making a fairly sharp right around some tables here -- I remember her bitching about the amazing number of people who thought that blind actually meant lame.”

Paul nodded and grinned, enjoying the feeling of Thor’s body brushing against his. “Or deaf or stupid or crazy. You’re doing fine.”

He was itching to know what Thor looked like.

“There’s a bit of a crush of people at the door here, Paul, we’re going to have to get cozy.” Thor slid an arm around his waist and pulled him close, half turning and pressing against him as they pushed their way out the front door. The arm stayed around his waist once they were out. Thor was some shorter than him and it was a good fit. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah. It feels good.” The wind was chilly, the air crisp. Winter would be around before he knew it. He stepped a little closer. “You feel good.”

“I’m not the only one.” Thor chuckled softly. “And I’ve got to be honest with you -- the crush of people at the door? It wouldn’t have been so bad if I had just waited two minutes to let a small group go through first, but... well, it was the closest I could get to copping a feel.”

“You have to admire a man with improvisational skills like that.” Paul managed to bump their hips together as they walked. “I don’t suppose there’s a crush out here in the parking lot?”

Thor chuckled and slowed, turning him. “Well it is crowded here around my car.”

The cold steel of the car pressed lightly against his back, Thor warming his front.

“Yeah?” He purred again, hands sliding up Thor’s body -- great tummy, tight little nipples, oh, sweet Jesus... those shoulders. “I’m noticing that.”

Thor pressed another kiss on him, this one practically chaste and then he drew away. “The parking lot’s not really where we want to do this, is it?”

“No. No, it’s not, but...” His hands kept going, moving along a long, strong neck. “Let me see you? Just for a minute?”

“Oh. I’m sorry -- I never thought... Yeah. Sure. Go ahead.” Thor took a half a step forward again and froze.

“Relax. It won’t hurt a bit. I promise.” Paul relaxed, concentrating on the feel and shape of the man before him. Thor chuckled, leaving him with a smile on his face. Thor had an oval face with wide lips and a wide nose. His skin was soft, almost oily, his hair short, made up of tiny curls. The curls tickled his fingers, made him grin. The jaw was strong, felt solid and good cupped in his palms. “You feel good. Thank you.”

Thor’s hands were very warm as they came up to cup his. “I look forward to you ‘seeing’ the rest of me.”

A soft kiss was placed in each of his palms and then the car door was opened and he was guided in.

As he settled, he nodded. “Yeah, me too.”

Me too.

Chapter Two

Thor waited as Paul unlocked the front door to one of the renovated buildings downtown. These were nice places; he guessed deejaying paid pretty well.

They’d chatted during the drive back and the more Paul talked, the harder his dick got. He’d somehow managed not to blurt that out, as well as keeping mum about actually masturbating during Paul’s radio show, that honey voice pushing him to his climax. He was pretty happy about that; he didn’t want to come off sounding like a stalker.

Which he wasn’t. Running into Paul at the club had been pure coincidence; he was there about once a month and was surprised they hadn’t met before.

On an impulse he’d introduced himself and once there... well he usually went home with someone when he went out and Paul was a step up from his usual. The man smelled good, sounded better and wasn’t exactly hard on the eyes.

Touching him felt pretty damn good, too, and Thor reached over as the door opened, sliding his hand around Paul’s waist and pulling him close as they went through the door. “The elevator?”

“Twenty-seven steps forward and twelve to the left.” Paul stayed close against his side, square body warm and fluid. Thor followed the path with his eyes and found the elevator -- otherwise he’d be counting under his breath and that would just be embarrassing. The door opened immediately when he pressed the button. Paul walked inside with confidence, fingers sliding over the buttons and hitting five. “I’ve got a nice little place, share it with a doctor’s office and a little dot com that’s managing to stay afloat. Nice people.”

“So it’s pretty quiet weekends I guess.” He stepped close to Paul and tilted his chin. “I can’t wait to kiss you again.”

“Very quiet.” Paul flushed, lips parting just slightly. “And who said you had to?”

“Oh... good.” He leaned up and pressed his lips against Paul’s, pushing Paul back against elevator so he could feel Paul against him.

Paul opened up to him with a groan, purring as the sweet, hot tongue trailed over his lips. His cock jerked and he pressed it against Paul’s thigh, letting Paul know what he did to him. His own tongue slid out to play with Paul’s, learn the man’s taste, learn the way he kissed. An answering heat swelled against his belly, Paul’s hands moving to cup his head, tilting him to deepen the kiss.

Thor slid his hands around Paul’s waist. Oh, this was nice. Good and warm and sweet.

The elevator stopped, dinged and Paul’s lips left his reluctantly. “We’re here. I’m the... the first door on the right.”

He went back for one more quick kiss, then slid around so they were side by side again, his arm tight around Paul’s waist. Oh man, he was horny. And every time Paul opened his mouth and said something, it got worse. Or better. Whatever. The point was he was getting hard enough he would come if Paul told him to in that sexy as fuck voice of his.

They found the door and Paul let him in, hand reaching for the light switch. The loft apartment was spotless, walls and floor bare and pale. There was a large leather sectional, a large bed in one corner and a tiny little dining table with a Tortoise-shell cat blinking at him and sitting smack-dab in the center of it.

The bookshelves that stood everywhere were filled with CDs. Thousands and thousands of them. Everywhere.

“Wow.” He was distracted enough by the CDs that he didn’t shove Paul up against the door and kiss him until they both came. Which was probably just as well.

“The CDs? Yeah, one of the perks of deejaying. All the bands send demos, samples and I get whatever I want.” Paul chuckled again, the sound deep and rumbling and so sexy. “The really impressive thing is this -- name a CD. Any CD.”

“American Woman -- The Guess Who.” There was no need to make it easy.

Paul gave a soft purr, eyebrow lifting from behind the black glasses. Then he moved, singing the lyrics to the title song softly. He moved to the far wall, hands trailing along the cases and then pulled out a CD. “Here you are. I also have the cover by Lenny Kravitz and the original on a compilation.”

“Holy.... You know what and where every single one of these are?” Thor couldn’t believe it. Most guys who could see, himself included, didn’t have their shit this together.

He got a grin. “I’d be a little fucked if I didn’t, now wouldn’t I? Besides, music’s sort of what I do. You think this is impressive? You should see the station’s library.”

He grinned. “So why don’t you put on something... soft and sexy.”

The CD was slid back into place, Paul grinning and pulling out a new CD, shucking his jacket and loosened tie and placing them on the back of a chair on the way. “Nina Simone okay with you?”

The CD was pushed in, slow bluesy music filling the loft, the acoustics fabulous.

“Yeah, that’s great.” Thor watched Paul move, fascinated by the way the man was at home in the place and his own skin. “We could have that dance now,” he suggested.

“I’d like that.” Paul smiled, voice riding beneath Simone’s throaty tones. “I’d like that a lot.”

His cock throbbed again at that voice and he stepped over to Paul, taking the man in his arms and moving to the music. Paul moved into his arms with a sigh, moving with a relaxed, easy tempo. “Mm... you’re good at this, Thor.”

Another soft shudder went through him. If he wasn’t careful, Paul was going to make him come before they even really got down to business. “You’re not so bad at it yourself, Paul.”

A soft purr tickled his temple, Paul breathing in deep. “You smell good.”

“Yeah? Cool Water. One of the few that actually does remind me of the ocean like it’s supposed to and not too heavy. I’ll bet you don’t like that -- heavy colognes and perfumes, I mean, seeing how... well I’ve heard that when you lose a sense the others compensate for it.”

Paul nodded, the motion rubbing soft lips against Thor’s cheek. “It’s distracting. I can tell a lot about someone by the way they smell.”

He moaned, just a little, quietly, still it was a moan. “What can you tell about me?”

“Mm...” Paul’s voice dropped again, rumbling against his skin. “I knew you were a swimmer, that you used Cool Water and had showered -- you like Irish Spring soap. You don’t use starch, but you do iron and...” That voice lowered further. “I can smell that you want me. You smell good.”

“Oh, God.” Thor shuddered and pressed closer, hands wrapping around Paul’s ass. “You sound good. No, not good, fucking amazing.”

“I’d be in real trouble if I didn’t.” Paul’s laugh was sheer sex. “However, I don’t think I ever talk to my listeners like this, do I? Never tell them I can tell they’re hard, can guess what their cocks taste like.”

Thor moaned, no longer dancing, just swaying in place, rubbing their fronts together. “You keep that up and I’m going to come,” he admitted on a whisper.

“Mm... that would leave you sticky. Shall we go find my bed?” Paul’s fingers were trembling just barely, but his voice was confident, sensual, sure.

“Yeah.” Thor rubbed them together one more time and then stepped back, trying to find his breath and a thread of control.

Paul stepped back, too, hand held out until he found the edge of the sofa, then tension in the strong jaw relaxed. Paul looked rumpled and adorable, dark red hair brushing his collar, dark Lennon glasses perched on a roman nose, lips kiss swollen and barely parted.

Thor followed Paul to the bed and started to get undressed. “I’m taking my clothes off now -- I hope I’m not moving too fast here. You’re just so fucking sexy...”

“Can I help? I... I know what your shirt feels like but I don’t know what you’re wearing.” Paul’s cheeks were blazing. “Just think of it as warped live-action phone sex.”

“Oh, fuck, that sounds sexy.” He stopped undoing his buttons and took Paul’s hands, bringing them to his chest. “The shirt’s silk, a deep burgundy -- it goes really well against my skin. I’m black -- my father was white though, so I’m kind of a light chocolate brown. My jeans are black. Tight. Maybe a little too tight right now if you know what I mean.” His voice got progressively huskier as he told Paul what he was wearing.

“Oh...” Paul grinned, white teeth sinking into the swollen bottom lip. Then clever fingers started unbuttoning. “Thank you. Your skin is so soft, so smooth -- it feels good. Better even than the silk.”

Thor groaned. “Your hands... and your voice. Feels fucking amazing.”