Shadows Fall (15 page)

Charlie rubbed a hand down the middle of his chest, more self-conscious than seductive, though the look on Titus’s face said he liked what he was seeing. Charlie kept himself in good shape—it was always a smart idea on the force—by lifting weights or sparring with the other guys at the station, but he’d never considered himself particularly vain. However, the way Titus kept dragging his eyes over Charlie’s body like he wanted to climb inside his skin, made all the working out worth it.

Charlie smirked at Titus. “Truth or dare?”

Titus pretended to consider it for a moment before saying, “Dare.”

Charlie pointed a finger at Titus and twirled it around. “Your clothes, too. Off.” Moving over to the bed, he sat down to watch.

Titus was out of his T-shirt and jeans in record time, like he was too worked up for seduction. He was exactly the type of man Charlie had always seen himself with—just a few inches shorter than him, slim but not skinny, with well-defined, svelte muscles everywhere the eye could see. His skin glowed with vitality, and Charlie’s fingers itched to touch it.

Posing for Charlie’s perusal, Titus stood with one hip cocked, causing his erection to jut out straight from his body, completely devoid of hair. His cock was just like him, long and slim, but defined, with large veins standing out under the dusky skin. Charlie licked his lips and patted the bed beside him.

Titus came to sit down beside him, and he was glad he hadn’t had to use another dare to get him there. “Your go,” Charlie said.

“Truth or dare?” Titus challenged.

“Um, truth, I guess.”

Titus cocked his head and stared at Charlie for a moment, his eyes lingering on Charlie’s crotch a little longer than strictly necessary. Then one corner of his mouth tipped up in a half smile. “Okay, are you a top or a bottom?”

Charlie laughed in surprise. Titus knew very well that he hadn’t been in a situation that called for answering that particular question. He decided to give it some serious thought. He imagined having Titus naked and writhing beneath him and moaning while Charlie slid his cock between those beautiful, firm globes. He shuddered at the vivid imagery.

But then he thought of himself, spread open and begging for Titus to take him, Titus taking control, driving him to oblivion. His cock twitched just thinking of that as well. By that point, a steady trickle of pre-cum was rolling down his shaft, and when he answered Titus, he knew it was the honest truth.

“Truthfully, I’m not really sure. I don’t think it matters,” Charlie said with more than a little awe in his voice. “I think I’d do anything—everything—with you.”

Titus surged forward and gave him a quick, fierce kiss. “Good answer.”

“Your turn,” Charlie murmured against his lips.

“Truth.”

Charlie leaned back against the mountain of pillows that lined the headboard of Titus’s bed. He stared intently at the younger man. “What’s your deepest, darkest secret?” It was such a dorky, old-school truth-or-dare question, it made Charlie chuckle to ask it.

A shadow crossed Titus’s face, something dark and lost, but then it cleared and he smiled. Charlie knew after that, whatever Titus said would not really be his best kept secret.

Titus pressed his lips together like he was trying not to laugh. He tried and failed to look serious. “Okay, here it is, ready?”

“Shoot.”

“I wax all my body hair.”

Charlie started to laugh, but it died in his throat when Titus moved his leg over and slid it along the length of Charlie’s. He did indeed look and feel baby smooth all over. Charlie swallowed thickly. “Uh…” His thoughts scattered and he couldn’t remember what he’d been thinking about two seconds ago.

“Guess it’s your turn, big boy,” Titus said with a laugh in his voice.

“Okay, I’ll follow your lead then. Truth.”

Titus made a show of rubbing his chin as if he was deep in thought. Suddenly his eyes lit up with a mischievous look that could only spell trouble for Charlie. “What’s your favorite porn video?”

“I… huh?” Charlie stuttered. That was the last thing he’d been prepared for Titus to ask. “I never really…”

“Wait, what?” Titus asked incredulously. “Seriously?”

“Well, I guess I’ve seen a few straight porn movies, but it obviously didn’t appeal to me that much, because the guys are usually tragic.”

Titus nodded vigorously, Charlie guessed because he agreed with his assessment of the talent in straight porn.

“And what about gay porn?”

Charlie shook his head, embarrassed. “I wouldn’t even know where to find it. I don’t have a lot of free time to sit around searching the Web.”

Titus gaped at him, although the way his cock lengthened made it seem like he was turned on by Charlie’s relative innocence when it came to the sex industry. He flinched when Titus jumped off the bed. “Forget truth or dare! We’re watching a video.”

“Uh,” Charlie said helplessly.

Titus walked over to his desk on which his computer sat. Charlie took the moment to admire the slight shake of his smooth ass as he moved. A flat screen TV was mounted on the wall above the desk. After bringing something up on his computer, Titus connected the TV and the computer monitor with an HDMI cable.

Charlie had moved to sit cross-legged close to the end of the bed, and Titus came back to join him, bringing the remote along. When he turned on the TV, an image of a hot guy sleeping in a huge bed filled the screen. He wore nothing but briefs, but Charlie could clearly see the outline of his huge cock through the material.

“Oh my God,” Charlie breathed, because it was a new thing for him, being so open about his interest in men, around someone who shared the same thoughts and feelings. The movie featured the sleeping man—clearly faking, but porn obviously relied heavily on suspension of disbelief—and another man. The other man was touching him and jacking himself off. It was obviously a voyeuristic fantasy about teasing someone out of sleep by sexual means.

Okay, so it was hot. Sleeping Guy was writhing and moaning while the tattooed, Muscle Guy rubbed his dick through his briefs and tweaked his nipples. Eventually, Muscle Guy pulled down the briefs and started sucking Sleeping Guy’s cock. Charlie swallowed, and it was all he could do not to touch himself. He could feel the pressure of arousal building in his balls, but he was too embarrassed to just start jerking off in front of Titus.

So he just kept watching, his eyes glued to the screen, his body taut as a bowstring, his legs quivering with the need to thrust against anything. It was so agonizing that, for a moment, he couldn’t imagine why anyone would watch porn—until he felt hot breath gusting over his inner thigh.

At first Charlie thought it was a figment of his imagination, brought on by the movie and his heightened state of arousal. When he pried his eyes from the screen and looked down, he realized Titus had slid off the end of the bed without him noticing, and was leaning over so that his lips were a hair’s breadth from Charlie’s cock. Before that even registered, Titus took hold of his hipbones and yanked his body forward so that his ass was right at the end of the bed.

Charlie fell back, but caught himself with his elbows. Half-reclining, he locked eyes with Titus. When he saw that slow, wicked smile, he knew he was in trouble. Titus had sunk down on his knees with his shoulders between Charlie’s spread thighs. Running his hands along the muscles there, Titus lowered his head until he was just millimeters from where Charlie wanted him.

“I’ve been waiting for this for ages,” Titus said, and the feeling of his breath ghosting across Charlie’s heated flesh caused him to twitch. “Since I first saw you.”

Charlie was transfixed, helpless to do anything but nod and stare. Every muscle was clenched tight as he waited to see what Titus would do next. Very slowly, Titus touched his tongue to the head of Charlie’s cock, as if testing the taste of him. He must have liked what he tasted, because he took Charlie all the way in. He closed his lips like a vice, dragging them down Charlie’s shaft, swallowing around the head, and pulling them back up to tease it with his tongue.

“Christ,” Charlie breathed, hanging his head back on his shoulders. His arms were already shaking from propping himself up, but he didn’t care. He never wanted it to stop. He’d had blowjobs from women before, and it wasn’t like they were bad—he just hadn’t known what he was missing. Something about the way Titus gripped his balls in one hand to guide his cock where he wanted it, and about the way Charlie could feel Titus’s arm rhythmically brushing against his leg as he tugged his own cock… it was just
different
. It was right.

“Titus.” The name came out as one long moan as Charlie lost the battle with holding himself up, collapsing on his back. Titus chuckled, and it rumbled up through Charlie’s dick and into his balls.

Suddenly the silken heat was gone. Charlie struggled to lift his head enough to see Titus. He was standing up, is eyes intent on Charlie’s body. “Need more of you,” he said. He pushed against Charlie’s knees until he got the hint and backed up toward the headboard.

Charlie stopped at the very edge of the pile of pillows, and rested his head on the closest one. Titus climbed on top of him, straddling Charlie’s legs, and bent down to engulf his cock once again. At first, Charlie’s eyes drifted closed. The sensation of pressing his cock deep into Titus’s welcoming mouth was almost too much to comprehend.

Then he opened them again and got an eyeful. Titus’s dark head was buried in his groin, and he had one hand gripping Charlie’s hip and the other sliding up to pinch Charlie’s nipple. The position of his knees relative to Charlie’s dick forced his back to arch, causing his ass to lift high in the air, spread and begging for Charlie. He’d never wished for a mirrored wall during sex until that moment.

Charlie groaned and fisted his hands in Titus’s hair, resisting the urge to force him farther down on his shaft. Titus tilted his head up slightly and opened his eyes, staring at Charlie through a thick fringe of inky lashes, and then he moaned as if he loved going down on Charlie even more than Charlie loved it.

Charlie tugged a little on his hair. “Titus, I’m going to lose it.”

Briefly Titus pulled off and smirked at him. “You act like you think this is the only orgasm you’re going to have tonight.”

That was it. Something shorted out in Charlie’s brain, turning him into some primal, sex-charged beast. He grabbed Titus under his arms and yanked him up, then shoved him over so that he was on his back on the bed. Charlie straddled him and knee-walked up his body until his cock was within mouth-range again. Titus arched his back and licked the head of Charlie’s cock, which only fanned the flame of the inner demon that had broken loose inside Charlie.

Hunching over the man’s face, Charlie roughly fed Titus his dick again. Titus took him deep, so deep, until Charlie’s pubes were brushing his nose. Charlie flexed his hips, withdrawing infinitesimally and then shoving home again. Then he did it again. Titus grunted, but he didn’t try to pull away.

Charlie could feel himself rapidly losing control. He didn’t want to hurt Titus, but the warm, wet silk of his mouth was too overwhelming. His body felt like it might burn up from the inside out. He thrust eagerly into Titus’s mouth, forcing him to breathe through his nose. When he heard no protest from Titus, he took it as encouragement. Leaning forward, Charlie rested his elbows on the pillows, so that he was almost prone against Titus, and began pumping his hips in earnest.

He expected Titus to push him off, to tell him to get the hell out for practically raping his mouth. Instead, Titus gripped his glutes like a lifeline, as if to keep him right where he was. The whole time, Titus was making these happy grunt-moans, interspersed with bouts of almost-choking noises. When he heard those, Charlie would try to gather his control and pull back, but Titus only clutched his ass tighter.

Heat rolled off Charlie’s body in waves; he’d never felt pleasure so intense, so bright and out of control. Titus’s hot throat massaged his cockhead on each stroke until Charlie’s thighs began to tremble with the strain of holding back his orgasm. He risked a look over his shoulder and he saw that Titus’s erection was rampant, flushed dark purple under his dusky skin, and he was humping the air.

Charlie groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head. The sight was almost too much. Titus’s rumbles and groans were coming closer together, and his long, graceful fingers were massaging Charlie’s ass, gently squeezing and separating his glutes. His fingers began to explore Charlie’s cleft, brushing up and down and teasing his sensitive hole along the way, making him shiver.

Without warning, Titus slipped his middle finger inside the tight knot of muscle, only up to the first knuckle. The burn, the pleasant surprise, the pleasure of a new sensation was timed perfectly to a swallow around Charlie’s head. And that was it.
Finito
. The end.

Charlie thrust wildly into Titus’s mouth, shivering and quaking as he shot his load down his throat. Titus’s nails dug into Charlie’s ass as he tried to swallow every drop. The whole time, he was moaning, mumbling, humming, in between the occasional cough, until Charlie was completely spent.

As gently as possible, Charlie rolled off Titus and flopped onto his back, trying to catch his runaway breath. Coming down from the most amazing climax of his life, Charlie started to feel ashamed. He’d never,
ever
, lost control like that, never came so close to potentially hurting a lover. If he’d done that to any woman he’d ever been with, she’d probably have tried to have him arrested.