Ropes and Dreams (17 page)

Drake felt like he was glowing under the praise. Ian pushed in again. “Try to swallow this time.”

Drake could do that. He
would
do that.

Ian’s cock slid into his throat easier this time, and Drake swallowed around it. Ian cursed and pulled back a little. “If you can’t take it, don’t be ashamed,” he said in a stripped voice before he shoved his dick in deep again.

There was no counting, because as soon as it was in Drake’s throat, Ian rocked back. He set up a rapid pace, fucking Drake’s mouth masterfully. Drake swallowed as often as he could, wanting to drive Ian to the brink of control.

Ian hit it hard, roaring so loud Drake’s ears rang as his throat was filled with cock. Ian didn’t forget, even in the midst of his orgasm, that Drake needed air. Almost as quickly as he thrust in, he pulled back, jutting his dick into Drake’s mouth as Drake sucked it.

Ian withdrew his shaft and folded himself over Drake, holding Drake’s head to Ian’s stomach. Ian’s chest heaved, rocking Drake with every exhalation. Drake wrapped his arms around Ian’s thighs and bit back the words he wanted to loose, begging Ian to let him come, too.

Then Ian caught him under the arms, and Drake was pulled up. They went over onto the bed, Ian twisting them so they each landed on their side. Ian had what could only be considered a goofy-looking grin in place.

“You just fucking melted me, Drake.”

Drake glanced down at his painfully erect dick. “Uh. Ian?”

Ian chuckled and slapped around the sheets. “Need the stuff we got delivered today.”

“We?” Drake perked up. That sounded promising. He grabbed the box and held it up.

“Open it.” Ian tapped the side of it and winked at Drake.

He sat up and pursed his lips for a second. “You just don’t want to have to mess with the tape.”

“It does suck, but that’s not why I want you to open it.” Ian propped his head up on one hand. “You gotta know how much I want this when you see what’s in there.”

“Want what?” Drake wasn’t up to having to think right then. He found a spot where the tape was peeling and took advantage of that.

“You’ll see.”

“Huh,” was the best he managed as he got the box open. He pushed aside the packing material and goggled at the product inside. “Wildberry Banana Sheer Pleasure Dental Dams?” His ass got the message before his brain did. Drake’s hole tingled and he clenched. “Oh. Oh!”

“As much as I hate latex, I’m going to roll you over on your stomach and eat your ass until you come.” Ian plucked one of the packages out of Drake’s hand. “I told you, I haven’t rimmed anyone before, so you have to let me know if it doesn’t feel good. I’m a big boy, I can take constructive criticism.”

“I’ll use my safe words, or gesture,” Drake scraped out past his raw throat. He hadn’t been aware of it before now, but he sounded like he’d been a heavy smoker for years. While he hated cigarettes, he liked knowing Ian had affected him so much.

Ian kissed him, sliding his tongue in and teasing Drake’s. Drake dropped the other dental dams and reached for Ian instead. Ian palmed his bound nuts and gave them a tug. Drake jerked his head back on a moan.

“Yeah, honey, look at you.” Ian rolled him over and lay on him. “M’I too heavy?”

Drake wiggled. Ian was heavy, but not a crushing weight. Ian nipped the back of his neck then began sliding down Drake’s body. Kisses, nips, licks—Ian gave him all of those as he made his way towards Drake’s ass.

Drake heard the ripping of the dental dam packaging. He wasn’t sure how those worked. It wasn’t like he’d ever been taught about them in Sex Ed, and honestly, he’d never seen or heard of one being used outside of a dentist’s office.

But Ian licked the top of his crack, and Drake forgot to be puzzled. And when Ian pushed his cheeks apart, Drake buried his head against the sheets. He was so open, so exposed, and Ian was looking at the most intimate part of him.

Warm breath wafted over his hole and Drake spread his legs. Ian slid down farther, then he pressed something into Drake’s crease. It felt odd. Ian’s body heat came through it just fine, though.

Ian rubbed over Drake’s pucker. “Love you,” he murmured right before licking over that aperture. Drake was stunned by those two little words, so stunned he thought he must have imagined them. He heard the glide of Ian’s mouth, his tongue, over his opening, then Ian moaned softly and began applying more pressure, licking and pushing at his hole.

Drake grabbed double handfuls of sheets. He tipped his butt up and was rewarded with a stab of Ian’s tongue penetrating his hole. The very idea of it was as exciting as feeling it. “Ian,” he moaned and tried to ride that quick tongue.

Ian pulled his cheeks apart and squeezed them forcefully. He went after Drake’s anus like he’d been rimming for years. Drake was reduced to a sobbing ball of need in no time at all. Ian kept at him and Drake finally had to reach down and work his cock free of the ring. He stroked it once and Ian slapped his ass, a strong blow that would leave a bruise. Drake came like a geyser, his orgasm all but turning him inside out. Ian added a smack every few seconds, no longer rimming Drake, but spurring him on with that hand-to-butt contact Drake loved.

When he was wrung out, Ian rolled him over and kissed him. Drake caught the faint berry and chemical taste on Ian’s tongue. It wasn’t as nasty as some of the flavoured rubbers.

“I’ll be right back. Going to get some washcloths.”

“’Kay,” Drake mumbled. Geez, he was fried, and he had to fix dinner still. He’d missed cooking too many meals the last couple of days, and it was time to get back into the swing of working.

Just as soon as I can move.

Ian returned and removed the cock ring Drake still had hanging on part of the way. Then he pulled at the condom and Drake peeked enough to see that Ian had a glove on. Ian disposed of the used rubber and put the cock ring up. Then he came back and wiped Drake’s belly and cock off. “Let me get at your ass.”

Drake had got used to Ian caring for him, mostly, but this part still tended to be embarrassing. It was a hard thing to do, letting someone else wipe his butt.

Ian did it, though, and afterwards, he lay down beside Drake. “I meant what I said. I do love you.”

Drake wasn’t tired or listless anymore. He was back to being stunned. He looked at Ian, who pressed a finger to his lips.

“I don’t want to hear anything back, Drake. I didn’t say it so you’d reciprocate. In fact, I’d feel a lot better if you didn’t say it, even if you do feel the same way. I’d wonder if I guilted you into it.” Ian rubbed his lips. “You’re such a good person. You’ll tell me when you know it’s true.” Ian cuddled him close. “Can we take a nap before you have to cook?”

“Yeah.” Drake stayed close to Ian, happier than he had ever been. He knew he loved Ian, knew it and had for a little while, but he’d wait until Ian was ready to hear him say it. Drake thought that maybe Ian wasn’t as secure as he always seemed to be. Things that had happened to them as kids and young adults had left their mark, and Ian hadn’t had anyone show him they loved him enough to put him first.

Drake would. He absolutely would.

Chapter Thirteen

Ian needed to start looking for another place to live. The thing was, he liked spending his nights and free time with Drake. As he watched Drake put together a hearty-looking lasagne for dinner, Ian knew he wanted to be right here every night. He couldn’t impose on Carlos, Will and Troy, or on Drake, either.

Tomorrow he’d call his insurance company again and see if he could encourage them to cut him a cheque a little faster. Frank was having no luck finding Norman, and Ian was afraid he was going to have to break down and call his mom to ask if she knew where Norman was. Ian loved his mother, he did, but talking to her made him feel like shit. She hardly talked at all, just answered his questions, really.

And she never told him she loved him anymore.

Troy peeked around the edge of the kitchen doorway and gave him a ‘sh’ signal, finger to lips. Then he waved at Ian to follow him and left. Ian scowled. He didn’t like games.

He still got up and walked over to give Drake a kiss. “Troy is trying to get me to sneak out of here without letting you know, so whatever’s going on, act like you don’t have a clue.”

“Won’t be hard, because I don’t,” Drake said.

Ian patted his bottom—he had enjoyed rimming Drake almost as much as Drake had enjoyed being rimmed. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Troy was waiting for him on the front porch. The swing he’d hung up was big enough for the both of them, so Ian sat down on the other end of it and turned an expectant look on Troy.

“Rigo doesn’t have HIV,” Troy said bluntly. “He’s been tested every three months for the past several years, and his med chart says he swears he uses condoms because he’s terrified of dying from AIDS. I’d be inclined to think he lied if he said he hadn’t used one with Drake, but that’s just my belief on it. There’s also been police reports filed from some of his exes, saying he tried to use terror tactics to get them back by telling him they were now positive. The cops didn’t give a shit—no insult to you intended. In fact, he’s been tested rigorously, having some fancy, expensive tests done since Drake’s been here, so I’d say he’s likely cleaner inside than outside and just fucking with Drake.”

Relief warred with fury. “What kind of sick fucking bastard does shit like that?”

“One who wants his property back.” Troy’s scowl was almost scary. “If he could get Drake to think he was untouchable, that the only one who’d want him was someone else with the same strain of the disease, then he’d be able to control Drake from then on, right?”

“Yeah. Fuck.” Ian expelled a harsh breath and ran a hand over his short hair. “Man, it’s times like this I wish to hell I wasn’t a cop. I’d go beat the stupid out of that fuckwit.”

“I imagine he’ll get his,” Troy murmured. He flapped a hand at Ian. “Not by me, but one of the things I remember my mama saying was, don’t give in to fear. Whatever fear owns you, it’ll happen because you’re drawing it to you. Now, maybe that’s a load of horseshit, but I dunno. Seems like karma to me. All it’d take is a busted condom with the wrong guy for Rigo to find out what kind of fear he gave to Drake. I hope, should that happen, that Rigo doesn’t catch anything, but I’m just saying it could happen. Condoms break.”

“They do.” Ian hadn’t had it happen to him, but he’d heard plenty of stories. “You going to tell Drake?”

Troy eyed him like he was past strange. “Are you kidding? I don’t think he’s gonna be happy that we had someone hack into his ex’s medical records.”

“Who did the hacking?” Ian asked. “Wait, never mind. I don’t want to know.”

“Smart man. That’s why I’ll let you tell Drake.” Troy stood up and stretched. “See you at dinner.”

“Yeah. Troy?”

Troy looked at him.

“Thanks.” Illegal or not, Ian was glad it had been done. Rigo was obviously one very fucked-up individual. Someone was going to end up going after him in a physical way for the mind-fucking he did to his exes.

Back in the kitchen, Drake was bent over putting the pan in the oven. Ian came into the room and gave his lover a wolf whistle. “Look at that ass!”

Drake shook that ass then did something he called ‘twerking’. Ian couldn’t look away from the bounce-bounce-bounce of Drake’s ass when he did it. “Jesus.”

“Holy fucking shit!”

Ian swung around and Drake squeaked like he’d swallowed a mouse.

Carlos closed his mouth, but his gaze was glued to Drake.

“What? What’d I miss?” Will asked, running into the room. He had to squeeze past Carlos, who was still standing there like a block of stupid. “What’d I miss?” Will demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.

Ian wasn’t pissed off about Carlos seeing Drake’s sexy dance, but he was concerned about Drake. He pivoted and opened his arms to Drake, who had gone a ghastly shade of green. “Come here, honey.”

Drake rushed into his arms and groaned. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Why, honey?” Ian ran his hands down to cup Drake’s ass. “You have a gorgeous butt. Carlos can’t even speak because he swallowed his damn tongue.”

“Oh
really
,” Will snarled, shooting daggers at his lover. “And what do you have to say to that, Carlos?”

Carlos snapped his head back and gave Will a withering look. “I’d say, until you saw what that man can do with his ass, you better not be giving me any attitude.”

“Hm.” Will’s attention was back on Drake. “What’d you do, Drake?”

Drake raised his head up off Ian’s chest. “Twerked it, baby.”

Will jumped, literally jumped where he stood. “Really? Oh my God, show me!”

Drake’s cheeks could not possibly turn any redder, Ian decided. “Will—”

Will cut him off with flappy hands. “Pfft. Hush, Ian. I’ve danced with Drake before. He never showed me how to twerk it, though.” Will tapped his bottom lip with one finger. “To do it right, he really should be in a tiny pair of shorts—”

“I don’t think so,” Ian interrupted. “Not for anyone else.” But wouldn’t Drake be hot in a black silk jock, shaking his ass like it was a jackhammer?

“Fine, spoilsport, but I want to know how to do that. Carlos is still standing there like a bump on a log.”

Carlos tipped his cowboy hat back. “This here bump is gonna make your ass so sore you won’t be sitting for a week.”

“Promises, promises,” Will said as he fluttered his lashes. “Come on, Drake. Show me.”

“You’re not packing as much back there as I am,” Drake muttered. “It’s like my butt has its own life going on. Its own civilisation.”

Ian popped Drake’s ass, a two-handed spank that brought Drake up to his toes. Will whimpered, either in sympathy or jealousy. “This is a thing of beauty. Don’t you ever think any different.”

Drake studied him for a minute then he nodded. “Okay, I won’t. I can admit some people might find it attractive, but I only care that you do.”

“Touching, touching, sweet and all that shit. Show me,” Will urged.

Ian shot Carlos an understanding look. The cowboy had to have his hands full with Will.