The Christmas Top (2 page)

“Definitely. What can I get you?”

“Do you have Budweiser in a bottle?” He considered drinking something with more kick, but he still didn’t trust Mark’s motives. He wanted to keep his wits and reflexes about him. Besides, being from St. Louis, drinking a Bud equaled drinking water to him.

“Yep.” She reached inside the fridge below the bar, pulled one out, and popped the top for him.

“Thanks.” He handed her a ten. “Merry Christmas.”

“Same to you. Enjoy your date.” She sent him an encouraging wink.

Reality set in. A date with Mark Cummins meant living all his teenage fantasies. In high school, he’d spent many a night lusting after Mark and his jock physique. Even back then, he’d been incredibly hot and from what Jason could see, he’d only gotten better with age.

At six-foot-three, the guy dwarfed most guys yet still managed to gracefully relax in one of the lounge chairs. He met Jason’s gaze across the room with a definite gleam of interest.

Feeling more confident, Jason worked his way toward the little round bar table where he sat. God, Mark had loosened his tie a bit and Jason’s fingers itched to slowly slide it off him, explore the slight scruff on his chin, and trail along the planes of his chest.

Mark watched him and even from across the room, the intense heat of his stare bore into him. Mark nodded at his beer as he arrived at the table. “Budweiser, it’s a choice beer. Have you ever made it to see the plant tour in St. Louis? That’s where I’m from.”

“I have. Can you guess my favorite part?”

“That’s an easy one. It’s everyone’s favorite part…the free tasting at the end. Free beer, what’s not to love?” He appraised him. “So where are you from and what do you do for a living?”

Jason hated lying and everything about the date so far seemed like a farce. What would motivate Mark to arrange a blind date with a guy? There had to be more to his story. He scowled into his beer.

“Sidney, what’s wrong?”

He shook his head, wanting to get out before the night became a debacle. Even if Mark was gay, Jason always topped and he’d be shocked if Mark ever bottomed. “Listen, you seem like a nice guy, but I think Madame Eve must have made a mistake here. I don’t think we’re compatible.” He started to stand, but Mark’s hand on his arm halted him.

“Wait. I don’t know what I did wrong, but I don’t think she made a mistake. I’m incredibly attracted to you.”

Jason lowered into his chair with a reluctant sigh. “So, you’re telling me you’re gay.” He winced. He hadn’t meant to attack the guy, but he wouldn’t be made a fool of, either.

“Yes. Why would you think otherwise?” His brows furrowed. “Why else would I be here?”

Running a hand through his hair, Jason tried to get a read off the other guy. Was he just bored and out to try something new? That couldn’t be it, could it? “Is this some sort of mid-life sexual experiment for you? Have you even been with another guy before?”

“I don’t know where you’re getting all this from. I certainly haven’t had this type of issue with other guys. Usually they’re fine with me wanting to hook up with them. What did you think this was? Madame Eve sets up one-night stands. I’m not looking for a commitment.” He narrowed his eyes. “You know what…never mind, I shouldn’t have come. I never should have accepted the invitation. Whenever something sounds too good to be true, it usually is. I wish I could say ‘nice to meet you, Sidney,’ but unfortunately now I wish I’d stayed home for the holidays with my family.”

Jason didn’t miss the flash of hurt and disappointment on his face as he stalked away. Damn, that appeared genuine. A knot settled low in his belly. Had he misjudged the situation? He played back over the evening as he took off in a jog after Mark.

Catching up to him halfway across the hotel lobby, Jason grabbed his arm and spun him around. “Mark, wait. I’m sorry. I’m really bad at this. I haven’t dated…or anything in a couple of years. I obviously should brush up on my social skills. It’s Christmas Eve. Please don’t leave mad. Maybe we can start over.”

Mark’s mouth pressed into a grim line, but maybe he’d still be willing to give Jason a chance to salvage the evening.

He held a hand out and began again. “Hi, I’m Sidney.” He hesitated, but this necessitated full disclosure. “But my friends call me Jason. Jason Wieland. I’m a pediatrician, also from the St. Louis area.”

Mark’s expression changed to disbelief. “Aw, damn.” He ran a hand over the back of his neck. “How the hell did this happen? I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize you.”

“It’s okay. I’ve changed a bit since high school.” Six inches of added height and fifty pounds of muscle and bone’s worth of change had made a significant difference.

“I’ll say. You look nothing like that drama queen, emo-boy who used to hang out with Molly all the time.” His gaze darkened with arousal as it trailed slowly over his body. Blood rushed straight to Jason’s cock.

Damn, Mark really is gay
.

“Obviously, you know I haven’t come out to my family yet, but I’ve known I was gay for a few years. I have one final step to take and then I plan to tell them.” His voice hardened. “But I’m not playing here. I know what I am and what I want.”

“One final step?” Jason had no idea what that might be.

Mark reached into the breast pocket of his jacket, pulled out his invitation and a child’s wooden top. “Yes, my invite said this night would fulfill my secret fantasy and included the top. I’m looking for that. Guys just assume, with my size….” Glancing around the lobby to see if anyone paid attention to them, he lowered his voice. “Well, I’ve never been topped. And I would really like that to happen.”

Jason’s body tightened as the full force of his words hit him. With his erection wedged against the fly of his trousers, he snagged Mark’s arm and pushed him behind one of the huge lobby Christmas trees, away from the prying eyes of the other guests.

Crowding into Mark’s hip, he ground the full force of his hard cock against it. “Are you sure that’s what you want, Mark?”

His pupils dilated with desire. “There’s nothing I want more right now.” Taking Jason’s free hand, he pulled it down to cup his equally hard cock. “I know this isn’t the normal way to hook up, but I want this. I want you.”

Jason’s gaze dipped to his full mouth and he couldn’t resist the temptation of it. Aware they were still in a very public place, he brushed his lips over Mark’s. He tasted of bourbon, male, and pure desire. “Damn, that’s hot. Your room or mine?”

The silver doors opened on Jason’s floor and Mark trailed behind him, eyeing his muscular physique. Riding in an elevator crowded with other guests, he hadn’t been able to touch Jason since the first glancing kiss. Now his fingers itched to shove him against the wall, and explore his hot body.

Merging this sexy man with the scrawny little kid he remembered from high school proved difficult. Who had known how well he’d turn out? Molly probably never mentioned Jason at home because she didn’t want to risk their parent’s wrath, since they didn’t approve of his
gay lifestyle
. He frowned trying to remember anything she might have said about him over the years.

Jason stopped in front of a door and opened it, glancing over his shoulder. “You’re not having second thoughts about this are you?”

He had to dissuade Jason from that notion because nothing would stop him now. Urgency pulsed through his cock, so he pushed him into the room, slammed the door, and plastered him up against the back of the door. Nuzzling Jason’s neck, he pressed his chest and rock-hard erection against him. The spicy scent of Jason’s aftershave tickled his nose and his mouth watered. He wanted to inhale everything about this man. His ass clenched in need. “No,” he mumbled, “definitely no second thoughts here.”

Jason twisted, surprising him before he pinned Mark to the door with his body.

“Good, but I thought we agreed that I’d be the one in charge here.” His voice held pure dominance and steel, clearly showing who held the control. The words crept down Mark’s spine, directly to his cock, and he shuddered. Jason grabbed hold of both his hands and anchored them above his head. Though physically smaller than Mark, he dominated his body with word and will.

His muscles tensed in anticipation and he banged his head back at the desire flooding him. He’d wanted this. A guy in charge, telling him what to do. Jason being that guy made it that much more stimulating.

Jason’s hard length pushed up against his own and Mark moaned low. They kissed with a primal, savage lust that thundered through his skull. A meeting of teeth and tongue, pressing and exploring, Jason attacked his lips then his jaw before beginning a slow descent down the side of his neck. The sensuous scrape of his whiskers had his eyes rolling.

He tried to tug his hands from Jason’s grasp. “Please…” His voice sounded low and desperate even to his own ears. “I need to feel skin. Let me unbutton your shirt.”

The punishing grip on his hands loosened and Jason pulled away, panting. “More skin? I think I can get behind that idea.”

He shrugged out of his suit coat and Mark started to do the same, but he reached out to stop him. “Nuh uh, let me do it. This is my Christmas present and I want to unwrap it properly.” Pulling Mark’s jacket off, he laid both coats over the top of the couch a few steps into the luxurious suite.

A quick glance into the suite revealed a view of the twinkling lights of Las Vegas, as well as a mammoth stone fireplace where a fire snapped and popped.

He whistled low. “I’m guessing doctor’s pay isn’t too bad these days.”

Jason smirked and tugged Mark by his tie into the room. “I’m guessing it’s comparable to an NFL coach’s pay.” He shrugged. “I do okay, especially since it’s just me. When I travel, I splurge.” His gaze never stopped traveling over Mark leaving him hot and breathless.

He pushed Mark until his thighs hit the back of the couch and impatiently yanked at his tie to loosen it. Goosebumps scattered across Mark’s skin as his fingers brushed the naked skin at his neck.

Mark did the same for Jason, untying the knot of the deep purple silk below his Adam’s apple. “Purple is your color. It makes your eyes sparkle.”

Jason grinned. “Did you honestly just tell me that my eyes look pretty?”

“I guess I did.” He chuckled then gave him another hard, passionate kiss and began to fumble with the buttons on his shirt before giving up and ripping the shirt open, scattering buttons.

Jason ripped Mark’s shirt open in response. “I’ll buy you a new one later,” he mumbled, pressing his mouth on the ridges of Mark’s chest.
Finally
. His nipples pebbled and his legs trembled.

“We can go shopping together,” Mark agreed. Then Jason latched onto his nipple and bit gently. Mark moaned long and hard, unsure how much longer his legs would hold him. “Bed.” He swallowed hard. “We need a bed.” Desperation and impatience reverberated through his voice, and he wanted Jason to feel the same.

Jason started to work the belt of Mark’s pants, taking time to stroke his pulsing erection through the fabric. “No bed yet.” The pressure gave way as he got his zipper open and took him in hand.

Falling to his knees, he found Mark’s gaze as he slowly slid his tongue just around the edge of his crown. His shaft throbbed and a drop of moisture appeared. Jason lapped it up before sucking down the full length.

Mark grabbed hold of Jason’s head to keep from sinking to the floor. Tingles raced down his spine as his lover’s tongue swirled and teased with wet heat. He resisted the urge to pump into his throat, his breath becoming heavier with the effort of holding back. “Oh, fuck. That feels so damn good.”

Jason added a finger to the cock in his mouth and lubricated it then reached around to play with the rim of Mark’s anus.

This is heaven
. He closed his eyes in ecstasy, groaning when Jason’s tongue sucked and worked around the sensitive head. Penetrating his ass with a single finger, he continued to suck his shaft down his throat. Mark’s hips surged forward, his balls tightening. The tingling began to burn and he gave a warning tug to Jason’s hair. “I’m close.”

“You’re not allowed to come yet,” he said. Mark tried to rein in his desire. Jason stood, pulling Mark’s pants up with him. Humor lurked in his lust-filled gaze.

“Aw, damn. You’re a dominant with a sadistic streak, aren’t you?” Another shiver of arousal trembled through him.

Jason chuckled. “Not that sadistic. Didn’t you say something about wanting a bed?” He stepped behind him and pressed a firm hand to his back, pushing him toward a doorway which Mark assumed led to the bedroom. Heat radiated off Jason’s hot body.

Mark’s legs shook with the force of his desire. Finally, they were headed toward a bed. And what a masculine bed it was, dominating the room with four heavy, wooden corner posts with dark wood and linens. It immediately sent fantasies featuring ropes and bindings spinning through his brain. Would Jason be open to some heavier play?

He hadn’t realized he’d halted at the entrance of the room until Jason brushed up behind him. “It’s not too late if you’re having second thoughts,” he whispered in his ear. Even if he did have second thoughts—which he definitely didn’t—the hard, long erection grinding into his hip as Jason leaned into him would have convinced him otherwise.

Turning, he reached for Jason and mashed their bare chests together, delighting in the rasp of Jason’s chest hair against his erect nipples. “No, no second thoughts,” he said, his voice deep with arousal. “I want you. Inside me.”

For the first time since their evening began, Jason lost control, groping Mark wherever he could touch. His bright blue eyes darkened. “Take off your pants and get on there now.”

Mark reveled in Jason’s aggressive and demanding demeanor. Stripping quickly, he lay across the bed to watch Jason take off his remaining clothes. His frame had developed into long, lean, ropy muscles. Dark hair sprinkled across his chest, a hint of it trailing down the middle of the abs to become thicker right above his waistband.

Jason reached for the fastener on his pants. Mark’s mouth went dry and his cock flexed. Jason slowly unzipped.
Fuck. Commando
. He liked that.