Signs of Life (6 page)

Jeremy groaned under his breath, and the man gave him a knowing look as he started to hand Jeremy an ice-cold bottle of beer. Jeremy hesitated once again, and the man set the beer on the bar top and then gripped Jeremy’s hand, pulling it between his legs, pressing the palm against a steel-hard erection. Jeremy squeezed, and it was the man’s turn to groan.

“You wouldn’t leave me like this, would you?” he asked hoarsely. In answer Jeremy cupped him a little more firmly and squeezed again, enjoying the way the man closed his eyes, tipping his head back.

Jeremy took his hand away from the man’s cock and reached for his beer, taking a few gulps while watching the man do the same with his own drink.

“My name’s Jeremy.”

The man said something in return, but the music suddenly seemed to ramp up several more decibels and he couldn’t hear. He leaned closer. “What?”

The man gripped the back of Jeremy’s neck and put his lips directly to his ear, his hot breath making goose bumps pebble Jeremy’s skin. “My name’s Kai.” Kai licked the lobe of Jeremy’s ear and then bit it, and Jeremy groaned. He cupped Kai’s chin in his hand, stroking his thumb along his bottom lip.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Kai,” he breathed, leaning closer. Kai parted his lips in anticipation but Jeremy barely brushed their lips together before pulling away.

“Teasing me ain’t gonna make my cock any harder, dude,” Kai gasped on a laugh. “In fact I’m about to come in my goddamn pants.”

Jeremy reached between Kai’s legs again and palmed him, exulting in the feel of Kai lifting his hips into the touch. “If you do, I’ll lick you clean and start all over again.”

When Kai arched his neck back once more in helpless pleasure, Jeremy leaned in and dragged his parted lips up the length of that corded flesh and back down before sucking lightly on the hollow of Kai’s throat, tasting his skin.

“Jesus Christ, let’s get out of here,” Kai moaned, his accented voice husky with arousal. “I’ve got a room right down the street.”

Kai beckoned the bartender over and pushed a few bills at him, then stood and laced his fingers with Jeremy’s, pulling him through the crowd toward the front door. Jeremy’s heart was racing, pounding so hard he was surprised it didn’t burst out of his chest. His skin felt flushed, hot, and his cock was rock hard and wet with need. Even so he still might have bolted if it hadn’t been for Kai’s fingers threaded through his, his rings pressing into Jeremy’s skin, the cold metal and small bite of pain keeping him grounded.

They hit the cool night air, a relief from the stifling closeness of the club. Kai turned to him to say something, and Jeremy found himself gripping the front of his T-shirt in his fists, shoving him around the corner out of sight of the front door and slamming his back against the nearest wall.

With one hand he gripped Kai’s chin and tilted his head back, and Jeremy took his mouth in an almost brutal kiss, moaning as Kai opened to him immediately, their tongues dueling hotly together. Jeremy tangled the fingers of his other hand in Kai’s thick black hair and ravaged his mouth, sucking at his lips, flicking the hoop, nipping, devouring.

Kai brought his hands around and splayed them across the small of Jeremy’s back under his T-shirt, pulling their lower bodies together. Jeremy pushed his hips into Kai’s, grinding against him, finally breaking the kiss and noticing with pure male satisfaction how red and swollen his mouth was.

Kai ran his hands up Jeremy’s back and wound his arms around his neck, whispering against Jeremy’s lips, “What do you want, baby?”

Normally Jeremy would have been turned off by such a casual endearment, but he found that coming from Kai it made him hotter. He didn’t even recognize himself, didn’t recognize the stranger who growled, “I want to watch you come.”

Kai’s eyes flared hot, and he leaned back against the wall, lifting his arms above his head and crossing them at the wrist. “Make me,” he murmured, jutting his hips forward. Jeremy moved closer, pinning Kai’s wrists to the wall with one of his hands, feeling him flex under his grip but not trying to break free.

He leaned down and kissed Kai again, running his free hand under the T-shirt, trying to touch, but the material was too tight. With an oath he let go of Kai’s wrists and ripped the offending T-shirt over his head and threw it to the ground. He pinned Kai again, now free to touch the ridged muscles, the hair-roughened golden brown skin. Jeremy watched his eyes as he brushed his fingertips over the nipple piercing, flirting with it, enjoying how Kai bit his lip in anticipation.

Jeremy’s voice was guttural as he whispered, “I want to strip you naked and spread you out on my bed, hold you down while I lick and suck every inch of your body. I want to taste you, fuck you with my fingers and tongue until you’re crying for my cock.” As he spoke he tugged on the piercing, flicking his thumbnail over the hard tip of Kai’s nipple. Kai cried out, his back arching.

“Fuck yes. Oh, fuck yes,” he panted.

“I want you to beg me. I want you to scream for me. That’s what I want.”

Jeremy kissed him roughly, thrusting his tongue into Kai’s mouth as he wrestled Kai’s jeans open. He shoved his hand down his pants, finding his erection trapped along his thigh and pulling it free. Jeremy rubbed his fingers roughly across the wet tip, feeling Kai’s body jerk, pulling at Jeremy’s restraining grip, moaning as Jeremy held him fast.

With his thumb he massaged the sensitive nerves on the underside of Kai’s cock, milking the precome that welled from the slit and gathering it on his fingers. Kai shamelessly thrust his hips forward and Jeremy spit into his palm, starting to jack him slowly but thoroughly with long strokes, watching Kai’s face. Kai slid his eyes closed, his mouth falling open, arching his head back against the wall as he moved his hips, fucking his cock through the tunnel of Jeremy’s slick fist.

“That’s it,” Jeremy whispered in Kai’s ear. “You want to come for me, don’t you? Tell me.”

“Yes,” Kai moaned. “I wanna come for you. I’m gonna come so fucking hard.” His voice trailed off into a whimper as Jeremy sped up his strokes, bending his head and sucking Kai’s pierced nipple into his mouth, flicking the bar with his tongue before he bit down sharply on the hard, swollen flesh.

Kai’s body went rigid as he arched his back, his loud cry bouncing off the walls of the alley, his cock spasming in Jeremy’s hand as jet after jet of hot semen filled Jeremy’s palm, stringing through his fingers. The orgasm went on and on as Jeremy milked him hard, wringing every last drop from him, exulting in Kai’s sobbing breaths and broken moans.

Mindless with lust, Jeremy ripped his own jeans open and lubed himself with Kai’s come, spinning him around and pressing his belly up against the wall.

“Condom,” Kai gasped. “Don’t fuck—without a condom.”

Jeremy didn’t answer, just snugged himself between Kai’s muscular cheeks, holding him tightly.

“That’s it, fight me,” Jeremy gasped, rutting hard and fast, shoving his cock up and down in the cleft of Kai’s ass but making no move to enter him.

When Kai realized Jeremy wasn’t trying to fuck him bareback, he stopped struggling, pressing his palms against the wall and circling his hips, moaning as the ridge of Jeremy’s cock stimulated his entrance.

“Yes,” Jeremy hissed, splaying his hands across Kai’s tight abdomen and pulling his hips up and back, looking down and seeing the swollen, angry head as it appeared and disappeared at the top of Kai’s dark, shadowy cleft. Jeremy moaned helplessly as his balls drew up tight, his orgasm erupting from him in pulses of creamy white that coated Kai’s lower back, spreading along the flawless brown skin, marking him. Jeremy bit down on the junction of Kai’s shoulder and neck to muffle his scream, his fingers gripping hard enough to bruise.

Finally, wrung dry, his body heaving with shudders, he collapsed against Kai’s back, his face buried in his sweaty neck.

“Fuck, Jeremy,” Kai muttered, his cheek still pressed against the rough brick of the alley wall. “Fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever come so fucking hard in my entire life.”

Jeremy knew
he
hadn’t ever come so hard, not ever, and as the orgasm haze cleared, he was suddenly horrified. What had he done, practically assaulting this stranger in an alleyway in full view of anyone who walked by? Shaking with reaction, he tucked himself away and zipped up, then bent over and picked up Kai’s T-shirt, silently handing it to him before turning and striding away without another word.

KAI TOOK
deep breaths, willing his body to calm down, feeling Jeremy’s semen cooling on his lower back to an uncomfortable clamminess. He started to pull his T-shirt over his head, his voice coming out muffled as he said, “Hey, let’s head to my room and take a shower, then go get something to eat, maybe talk.” He pulled an old napkin from his pocket and swiped ineffectually at his back, suddenly realizing he hadn’t heard a response from Jeremy to his suggestion.

He turned around, swiveling his head in disbelief as he realized Jeremy had left him without a word. Kai slumped back against the wall, feeling cheap, used. Well, what did he really fucking expect, picking someone up at a club and offering him his ass in a dirty alley? But still there had been such strong chemistry, a connection Kai had felt down to his toes. He had really wanted to talk to Jeremy, maybe get to know him a little bit. What a fool.

Kai slammed his fist against the brick wall, relishing the sharp bite of pain, the blood that oozed out of his scraped skin. He usually wasn’t so fucking naïve. If he hadn’t enjoyed himself so much, he’d be
really
pissed. At least he’d done what he came here to do, gotten off with a hot stranger. Mission accomplished and all that bullshit, and here he was mooning like an idiot over the cute boy in class.

He sucked the blood from his knuckles ruefully, intending to head back into the club to find Loren and tell him he was on his own, that Kai was going back to the room to lick his wounds. As he walked out of the alley, he winced; the crack of his ass felt slimy, and his T-shirt was stuck to his skin by drying spunk. He couldn’t wait to get back to the room and shower.

“Kai!” He heard his name called, and he turned to see Loren heading his way from the direction of the club entrance, his arm slung around the shoulders of some blond twink who at first glance looked fifteen, but as they got closer, Kai could see he was at least a decade older. He’d tried hard with the look, though, skinny jeans and Vans, a loose tank top, black nail polish, complete with sullen look on his face.

“Going back to the room, man,” Loren said. “Gimme at least an hour, maybe more.”

Kai glared at him evilly, and Loren shrugged, reaching out and running a knowing finger over the tender spot on the side of Kai’s neck. Kai winced ruefully—he probably had a hell of a hickey there—remembering the way Jeremy had sucked on his skin. He’d gotten his; he couldn’t deny Loren his fun.

“Take me home, Daddy?” the twink said, and Kai tried hard not to grimace. He would never judge someone for their kinks, but the daddy/son vibe that turned Loren on was one that Kai would never understand. Loren shushed the guy, giving him a stern look, and the guy hung his head, all part of the game.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Kai groused as he headed back into the club. He’d get another drink and try to ignore the way Jeremy’s drying come pulled at the fine hairs on the small of his back, in the crack of his ass. Suddenly he felt like the most pathetic loser on the face of the planet, and he wanted to smash something.

“I’m coming back in an hour, whether you’re done or not. So be done,” he yelled over his shoulder. Loren grinned at him, then grabbed the twink’s arm and hustled him away. Kai went into the restroom and used a wet paper towel to try and clean himself off, finally giving up in disgust and heading to the bar. He sat, brooding, drinking beer, playing the events with Jeremy over and over in his head, trying to analyze his deep disappointment over the way things ended.

What had he really expected to happen, that they would get cleaned up, go to breakfast, and end up falling in love? When he’d just been telling himself a few hours before the last thing he wanted was a relationship? Even though Kai had been watching Jeremy run around the city for months, he didn’t know the first thing about him. The fucking guy could be married with a pack of kids for all he knew! Jeremy should have said good-bye, at least. That was the decent thing to do, but he didn’t owe Kai anything else for a fuck in an alleyway, for scoring with a hot piece of ass. Let it go already.

After he finished his latest beer, he looked at the clock on the wall and saw he’d given Loren close to an hour and a half to finish up with his twink. If he wasn’t done, too fucking bad. Kai was taking a shower and going to bed.

A few minutes later, he stood outside the door of the hotel room, listening. All was silent, and Kai breathed a sigh of relief. Loren was incapable of being quiet while fucking, and Kai would definitely know if he was still going at it. He let himself into the room, wrinkling his nose at the sex funk hanging in the air, and went to flip on the bathroom light. It let enough ambient light into the room for him to see Loren on his back in one of the queen beds, the blond curled around him, his head on his chest. Shit, he’d hoped the guy would be long gone, but clearly they’d passed out before Loren could get rid of him.

Kai took a quick shower and then slid naked into his own bed, hoping he’d fall asleep quickly but still feeling wound up from the events of the night. Eventually the beers took their toll, and he woke with a jolt a few hours later, blinking blearily at the bedside clock. What the fuck had woken him? The bed next to his creaked rhythmically, and a whimper followed by a low moan reached his ears. Oh, Jesus Christ. Kai pulled his pillow over his head and tried to shut out the sound of skin slapping together, squeals and grunts. He couldn’t help himself, though, peeking out at one point to see the twink enthusiastically riding Loren, bouncing up and down, Loren’s big hands guiding him while he planted his feet flat on the bed and shoved upward.