Safe Harbor 2: Hiding in Plain Sight (13 page)

“Let’s see if we can get you to say some other interesting things.” He took Vlad’s hard and already leaking cock into his mouth and kept moving down the shaft until the wiry hairs at the base tickled his nose. He had to go slow and concentrate so he didn’t make himself sick, but this was important. Vlad needed to know how much Joe wanted him, needed him. He swallowed around Vlad’s cockhead, wrapping an arm around the other man’s legs when he swayed. He pulled away and looked up. “Baby, sit down. I can’t believe I didn’t even think about that. You’re gonna hurt your ankle.”

“What ankle?”

Joe pulled a kitchen chair over. “Sit.”

Vlad frowned. “You cannot be comfortable on the floor.”

“I’m fine.” Once Vlad was seated, Joe worked him in earnest, using his hand in counterpoint to his mouth and listening as Vlad switched between Russian and English swear words. He pulled away long enough to say, “Can’t decide what language to use?”

“I think in English, but right now, my brain is like oatmeal.”

“Oatmeal?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Mmm.” Joe returned to sucking Vlad’s cock, now using his second hand to gently massage Vlad’s balls. It wasn’t long before Vlad gasped and spilled warm, sticky seed into Joe’s mouth. Humming, Joe took it all. Strangely, it seemed to ease some of the sickliness he felt.

“So good,” Vlad said with a sigh. “Now my brains are worse than oatmeal. They are totally gone.”

“I guess it’s true what they say about a man thinking with his dick.”

Vlad looked down at him. “You would know.”

“I would, yes.”

Chapter Seven

Once Vlad had put himself back together, he and Joey went out to Joey’s living room and settled on opposite ends of the couch. He’d brought several baked goods, figuring everybody liked those. Much as he himself would enjoy one of the chocolate-chip muffins as big as his head, he took out the fruit salad he’d also purchased and offered some to Joey, who shook his head, instead choosing an obscenely large cinnamon roll.

“How did you know I love cinnamon rolls?”

Joey took a bite and moaned. Vlad’s dick made a good effort to twitch at the sound, but since it had only been five minutes since he’d shot down Joey’s throat, not much was happening below the belt.

“I didn’t. So I also brought muffins and doughnuts.”

“Really?” Joey peered into the bag and licked his lips.

Is he trying to kill me?

“I’m gonna get fat if I eat all these.”

Vlad snorted. “I don’t think you need to worry. But they are all yours—I can’t start eating things like that, or I’ll be overweight when I get back on the ice.”

“If I eat all these, you’re gonna have to help me work off the calories.” Joey grinned.

I want him.

Reaching over, Vlad used the pad of his thumb to wipe a smidge of white icing off Joey’s chin. Grinning, he pushed the digit into Joey’s mouth, his eyes rolling into the back of his head when it was thoroughly cleaned by a wicked tongue. It was amazing how much the icing on a cinnamon bun looked like cum.

“Oh, I will help you. I am very focused on fitness.”

“Quite obviously the case. But I’d be able to see it better if you took off your shirt.”

Rolling his eyes, Vlad did as Joey bade.

“Eat your food and then come here.”

The fruit salad vanished quickly. Rising, Vlad went and stood in front of him.

“Straddle me and don’t feed me any more bullshit about how you’ll hurt me. Remember the whole ‘a hundred ways to kill someone with my bare hands’ thing I mentioned the other day? I’m a deadly weapon, baby.”

With a chuckle, Vlad lowered himself onto Joey’s thighs. “Yes, of course you are. Now what?”

“Now I make you my dessert.”

Joey pulled him closer, then kissed and licked the exposed skin of his chest. When Joey lightly bit down on his nipple, Vlad cried out.
Why does that feel so good?

“You like?”

He did it again, and Vlad could only grunt in agreement. The torment continued until finally Vlad leaned back. “Fuck me.”

Joey’s eyebrows shot up. “Now?”

Rocking forward, Vlad rubbed against the erection straining the towel Joey was still clad in. “Yes, now. I know you want to.”

“Fuck, babe, it’s not a matter of want. Of course I want to. But are you sure? I mean—”

Before Joey could beat himself up more for the previous evening’s events, Vlad put a finger over his lips. “I am sure. I want you to fuck me.”

Joey’s head fell back against the couch cushions, and Vlad rocked over him again, eliciting a strangled groan from him.

“Killing me.”

“Give me what I want.”

He’d had a lot of time to think about this overnight. Vlad hadn’t been lying when he’d said sleep had eluded him. Almost as soon as Joey had left the night before, Vlad had wanted to call him and apologize, but he wasn’t sure what kind of reception he’d get. As he’d lain there, he could hardly believe he’d made such a dick move. Others would perhaps blame it on their inexperience with relationships, but Vlad wasn’t about to let himself off so easily. The way he looked at it, he had more to make up to Joey than the other way around.

Joey cupped Vlad’s face. “I want you to be sure about this. As in absolutely, positively, sure. If there’s even a shadow of a doubt in your mind—”

Vlad turned and kissed Joey’s hand. “There isn’t. I want you to be my first.”

“Fuck.”

“That is the idea, yes.”

“Let’s go upstairs. You deserve to have your first time in a nice, soft bed.”

As Vlad rose, he asked, “Where was yours?”

Joey made a face as he stood. “Well, I was tipsy, which I believe we’ve established is not a good thing for me. It was at a party, and the guy was older. I don’t think he was trying to take advantage of me or anything. And I didn’t tell him I was a virgin. Like don’t ask, don’t tell in the military, he didn’t ask, and I didn’t tell. I was on leave, and I just wanted it over with. He fucked me on a back porch while the party continued inside.”

Vlad couldn’t help putting his arms around Joey, who, after a moment’s hesitation, returned the gesture. “I’m sorry it was not a better experience for you. Maybe I was blessed to not accept being gay until now. I never thought I would say so, but perhaps it’s true.”

Joey gave Vlad a crooked smile. “I don’t want you to get your hopes up too much. I’ve never had any complaints, but…”

“Everything you do to me feels so good. I am sure this will be incredible.”

Joey led him upstairs. “Make yourself comfortable. I’m going to take a couple of ibuprofen for my headache, now that I’m sure I’m not going to puke them back up. Be right back.”

Vlad wasn’t sure if he should take the rest of his clothes off. He decided to let Joey do things at his own pace. Lying back on the bed, he folded his arms behind his head and waited. Joey came back out of the bathroom, licking his lips.

“If you don’t stop doing sexy things with your mouth I might attack it.”

Joey smirked. “And supposedly you think I’ll stop then?”

“You drive me crazy.” He grabbed Joey as soon as he was close enough, and Joey fell over him. He gave a surprised huff. “Oh, I like this.” The towel was askew from the way Joey had fallen, exposing one well-muscled ass cheek. Amused, Vlad brought his hand down hard, leaving a bright red handprint. “Yeah, I like this.”

“Um, ow.”

Vlad snorted. “That did not hurt, you big baby. What do you keep bragging about? Delta Force bad-ass? Trained to withstand torture and all?” He slapped the same cheek again, and, with a growl, Joey rolled away. The towel came completely off in the process, and Vlad raised an eyebrow at the erection tilting toward Joey’s stomach. “I can see how much you didn’t enjoy yourself.”

“I was thinking more about what was going to happen a little later.”

“Right…”

Joey straddled him, holding Vlad’s arms down at his sides. If he’d wanted to, he probably could’ve gotten away from him, but why would he want to? A hot, naked guy was restraining him. Life could be worse.

“How about you get me ready?”

“You are holding me down. What exactly are you expecting me to do in this position?”

“Hmm.” Joey pretended to consider, and Vlad waited him out. “I guess I could move.” He jerked his chin toward Vlad’s head. “You can stay right there.” Letting go of Vlad’s arms, Joey resituated himself on Vlad’s chest, the tip of his cock bouncing on Vlad’s chin. “Suck me.”

He guided his dick into Vlad’s open mouth and sank in balls-deep with a sigh. Vlad was pretty proud even after only a short time he could already take the entire length of Joey’s cock. He greedily licked and sucked. Joey grabbed the headboard with both hands and began to fuck Vlad’s mouth.

“Getting. Too. Fucking. Good. At. This.”

Each word was punctuated by another thrust, and then Joey withdrew. “I’m not gonna last, and I definitely want to.” He looked at Vlad. “Are you still sure you want to do this?”

“Yes.”

Joey threw his leg over Vlad until he was kneeling at his side. “There are, uh, a couple of ways to do this.”

“Okay… Pretty sure I know them, but go ahead.”

“I can lube up my fingers and stretch you.” Vlad nodded, and Joey continued. “I can rim you.” Vlad bit his lip, and Joey smiled. “Looks like the idea maybe intrigues you?”

“I’ve never done it.”

“Up on your hands and knees.”

Vlad asked, “Should I take off the rest of my clothes?”

“Hmm, good point. I’ll take care of this obvious problem.”

True to Joey’s word, a moment later Vlad was naked.

“Now get on your hands and knees. Watch your ankle.”

Not wanting to appear like an overeager puppy, Vlad took his time rolling over.

“Spread your legs more, baby.”

He did, and Joey spread his cheeks, blowing hot air over Vlad’s pucker.

“Yeah, so sexy.”

“If you say so.” Vlad’s voice was already shaky, and Joey had barely touched him.

“I do.”

Then his warm, wet tongue was flicking all around Vlad, and he dropped onto his forearms. “Never. Knew.”

“No one does until they experience it.”

Joey went back to torturing Vlad, who could only try to keep still and did his best not to make too many embarrassing noises.

“That’s it, babe. Open for me.”

He continued for several more minutes, until Vlad feared he’d come again just from Joey’s tongue in his ass. “Do it. Can’t take more.”

Joey reached over and grabbed something out of the drawer of his nightstand. “This is gonna be cold, but it’ll warm up fast.”

Lube trickled down Vlad’s crack, and then a well-oiled finger began to push inside.

“Tell me if anything hurts.”

“Doesn’t.”

“Good,” Joey answered, chuckling. “Adding another.”

His two thick fingers together made Vlad’s passage burn, and he squirmed.

“Okay?”

Joey’s tone was rough, and Vlad understood. When he’d been about to fuck Joey, he’d thought he was going to lose his mind.

“Yeah. Just…”

How do I describe this?

“Full? Kinda achy-sore?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Need me to slow down?”

Joey had been gently pushing in and out of Vlad as he’d spoken, and the burning had transformed into a strange combination of pain and pleasure.

“No. Want this.”

Leaning down, Joey whispered in Vlad’s ear. “Want you.”

Vlad turned his head to look at Joey. “Fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside me.” Joey dropped his forehead onto Vlad’s back, two fingers still buried inside him.

“Shit.”

He was starting to pant, and Vlad took a perverse thrill in knowing he was the one making this rough, tough guy lose control.

“Trying to go slow here.”

“Do it. I am ready.” He heard Joey grumble something into his skin.

“Give me a minute.”

He slowly pulled out and sat up, wiped his hand on the towel still on the bed, and then grabbed a condom. Joey made quick work of putting it on before slicking it with lube.

Taking a deep breath, Vlad let it out slowly. He wanted this. Truly, he did. But shit, the thought of something as big and wide as Joey’s dick in a place not designed for it definitely gave him pause.

A hand moved slowly up his back, and Vlad arched into the contact. Joey leaned over him.

“If anything hurts, tell me. Seriously. It might burn some, but it shouldn’t be really painful. If it is, we’ll slow down or stop.”

Vlad could only nod. He wanted to say something, to reassure Joey he was okay, but the words stuck in his throat, constricting his chest.

Breathe.

He took another long, slow breath and let it out. Joey tucked his cock into Vlad’s crease, and Vlad gulped in another lungful of air just as Joey began to push inside. Vlad knew the head was the hardest part to get in, so he rode the pain out, and after Joey popped through the initial resistance, both of them let out a sigh.

“I am okay.”

“That’s my baby,” Joey crooned, and Vlad chuckled, the sound dying quickly when Joey sank farther inside. “Still with me?”

“Fuck, yes.” The tissues and nerve endings in Vlad’s ass were hyperaware, and he swore he could feel every ridge and vein up and down Joey’s dick. He moaned, unable to process the sensations into words.

Joey groaned. “Need to move. Need to feel you.” Vlad arched his back, and Joey’s dick bottomed out, his balls slapping against the sensitive skin of Vlad’s ass. “Shit.” He was out of breath, holding on to Vlad’s hips as if one or both of them might go flying off into space. “So fucking tight. I’m dying.”

“Move.” Vlad couldn’t explain why, but if Joey didn’t start thrusting soon, Vlad feared he’d crawl out of his own skin. For a moment, he worried he wouldn’t be able to beat back the fear, but that wasn’t it. When Joey pulled out and then pushed back in, Vlad realized what the feeling was—pure bliss. This was what Vlad was meant to do, what he was meant to be. The realization set him free. It also scared the shit out of him.

It wasn’t like he was going to start leading the Gay Pride Parade in Pittsburgh, and he and Joey had been messing around for a while now, but with Joey’s dick inside him, fucking him, everything was different. His world had shifted on its axis.