Turkish Delights Series (21 page)

“C’mon, sleeping beauty, let’s hit the shops.”

Caleb had placed a chaste peck on the man’s soft cheek, before changing into linen shorts that nearly matched Adem’s. He pulled a polo shirt over his head and followed him off the boat, up to the city center. They’d provisioned for the next two days, planning to stay off shore. Caleb felt himself slipping back into that comfortable place he had occupied for so many years in Turkey as Adem bargained, purchased, and pointed out the sights.

“You know,” Caleb said when they were back on the boat. They sat at the deck table overlooking the azure sea. “I never thought I’d come back here. But now I remember why I loved it so much.” He raised his glass to Adem who did the same. “To Turkey.”

“To us,” Adem had whispered, making Caleb shiver.

Adem leaned back and sipped his wine. Caleb tried not to stare, but finally gave up the fight.

“Tell me what happened.” The young man’s voice was low. Caleb shut his eyes and relived the nightmare, sad, but somehow relieved to be telling it.

By the time he’d finished the story, Adem’s gaze was watery, but Caleb’s vision was clear for a change. He realized he’d never actually told anyone the real story of how the thing had happened so quickly, how they all had to rush back to Turkey to give Tarkan’s meager remains the proper swift burial as per custom. It had been a God awful blur, but Caleb suddenly remembered details with more clarity now that he was describing events to Adem.

“I lost my parents too, right about the same time. It’s how I got the money to leave this”—he waved at the boat—“and open The Perfect Table.” Caleb nodded, encouraging him. “Traffic accident in the French countryside, big lorry, small car, too much wine.”

Caleb sighed and spooned up a bit of rich chocolate mousse. He leaned over the table and put the morsel near Adem’s lips. Never taking his eyes from Caleb’s, Adem took the bite and swallowed. He returned the favor, taking a minute to dredge one of the fat strawberries on the dish in front of them through his mousse before holding it to Caleb’s mouth.

Caleb darted his tongue out, licked it, took a small bite then ate the whole thing, chewing, relishing the rich bitter chocolate and the burst of berry in his mouth. He melted into Adem’s smile again, then with resolve, stood and took the slender man’s hand. Once standing together, he ran a finger down his smooth cheek and pulled his long hair free of its leather tie, letting it flow down his shoulders like a shimmering ebony waterfall. His breath stuttered at the sheer beauty of this man in his arms before leaning down and slanting his lips over Adem’s.

The kiss was tentative at first. Caleb could taste chocolate, with traces of wine, but the deep flavor of Adem was that of Turkey itself, rich, spicy, salty and delicious. He held the back of Adem’s neck, threading his fingers in the other man’s hair, and probed deeper with his tongue, sweeping inside his mouth, making room for him to do the same. He moaned when Adem wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him close, grinding his erection against Caleb’s.

Their polo shirts ended up on the boat deck in seconds. Caleb ran his hands over every inch of Adem’s firm torso, shoulders, back and down to his ass, clutching it desperately as their kiss went even deeper, teeth clicking together in urgency. When he felt Adem’s hand on his cock, he let the man slip the shorts off his hips, leaving him exposed to the warm air. They were docked far from shore. The candlelight flickered and threw their shadows against the fabric of a privacy screen. The boat rocked as the scents of the sea enveloped him, soothed the anger and sadness he’d held inside for so long.

Adem tore his lips from Caleb’s and traced a wet line with his tongue down his neck. Caleb gasped and fisted his hands back in the man’s hair when he leaned in and took Caleb’s hard nipple in his mouth, biting down, sucking hard. Caleb yanked Adem back up, needing his lips again, wanting to taste him, feel their mouth’s connection more than anything. He let the young man walk him backward to the large bench where he’d napped earlier. He sat and watched as Adem crouched down between his knees, his tongue resuming its pleasant trip down Caleb’s torso, swiping at his well-defined abs, dipping into his bellybutton.

The tip of his leaking cock bumped against the man’s chin. He moaned and lifted his hips.

“Dear God, you are….” His voice deepened when Adem finally wrapped his lips around Caleb’s shaft. Caleb laid his head back on the cushions and let the man flick at the slit that he knew was covered in the pre-cum. He put both hands on Adem’s shoulders and gripped his flesh, shoving his cock up into his waiting mouth.

When he felt himself against the back of Adem’s throat, he stopped. The kneeling man gripped a hand around his length and pulled his lips off. The deep emerald eyes staring at Caleb were dark with lust. The sight of his lips, swollen from kisses and from his recent efforts made Caleb groan. Adem grinned and kept up his hand’s pressure, up and down, across the head, all the way back down to cup his balls. Caleb started to lean in, to make some sort of reciprocal effort, but Adem pushed him down.

“No, I want this. You enjoy.”

Caleb smiled and put his head back against the pillows, propping his arms up on the back of the bench. When Adem pressed his lips over his swollen head again, he went all the way down, swallowing him, making him gasp and pump his hips. A finger started easing down, under his balls, rubbing the smooth skin there.

“Oh shit, that’s gonna….” Caleb closed his eyes. In the past year or so of random, desperate hook ups, he’d always pictured Tarkan’s face at that moment. Wanted to see his beloved’s eyes when he came. But now, it was Adem—his strong, exotic features, deep green eyes, taut body that made Caleb grunt and release into Adem’s throat. He grabbed the man’s hair, fucked his mouth hard, as the climax nearly blinded him with its intensity.

Adem moaned and drank him down. He clutched Caleb’s thighs, licking his way back up his still-jerking shaft, giving the tip a final flick with his tongue before standing up on knees. He grinned and wiped his mouth with the back of one hand, the other one rubbing his own cock, still trapped behind linen shorts.

***

Adem knew the moment he’d sat with Caleb at the small Bodrum bistro overlooking the sea, sharing a beer and Caleb’s stories of his years in Turkey, that he had fallen neck deep in serious love. He was willing to do whatever it took to convince the man they were meant to be together. It was fated. And Madame Eve had worked her magic once again.

The wine had helped ease his nervousness during dinner, and he’d liked imagining the laughter he brought with his own stories was some of the first Caleb had enjoyed in a long time. The Tarkan story was horrible and Adem had a brief moment of misgiving, thinking he’d be a replacement for that man. But he was nothing if not confident in himself, always had been, and wanted more than anything to help Caleb’s heart heal.

He hadn’t really planned on doing anything physical with him this night, but when the tall American had eased up off the chair and pulled Adem with him, all thoughts of restraint flew out the window. The man was deeply wounded, but absolutely fucking gorgeous, and so fun and hot all at once, he took Adem’s breath away. When he pushed Caleb down, sucking his cock down his throat and swallowing his essence, he realized his life would never be the same again.

Caleb’s lazy, post-orgasmic smile was endearing, Adem flopped down on the large bench alongside him, his hand still on his own cock. His ears buzzed with a need for release, but he could handle it himself. Wouldn’t ask anything of Caleb he didn’t want to give yet. He gripped the man’s strong thigh, unzipped his shorts, and ran his palm up and down on himself. Caleb’s lips on his startled him, and his eyes flew open. When the man drew back, there was something in his gaze Adem couldn’t read at first. But at that moment, he knew if he couldn’t get inside him, in that beautiful tight ass within the next few minutes, he would absolutely explode.

He stood, held out a hand for Caleb to stand and join him. The blond man got to his feet and pulled him in for a mind-blowing kiss. His stubbled face scratched against Adem’s as Caleb reached down to give his shaft a quick stroke. Adem sighed. Remembering the man liked the top, he resigned himself to a blowjob for tonight. Caleb removed his lips and stared into his eyes, cupping his face on either side.

“I need you,” he whispered. “I…I don’t know how this could possibly be, but I think I love you.” He leaned his forehead against Adem’s, holding tight to the back of his neck. Adem tensed. In his wildest dreams, he never expected this. His heart sped up. “Will you, please…?” He owned Adem’s mouth once more with a punishing kiss, using his tongue and lips to speak for him.

Adem wrapped himself around his beautiful American, pressing his leaking cock against Caleb’s that was springing back to life and letting his shorts fall to the deck. Caleb grasped his ass, his grip firm and almost painful, making Adem groan. He thrust his hips, needing to put his cock somewhere, desperate with it, but more desperate to keep Caleb in his life.

“I need…um…can we?” He stepped away and took Caleb’s hand, leading him down to the large bedroom. The bedside table was fully equipped with condoms, lubricant of all bases and flavors. Adem lay back, expecting Caleb’s lips on his now aching flesh. The naked blond god strode to the table and grabbed a tube and a packet. Adem’s body flushed, and his cock stiffened even more as Caleb stood over him, between his legs. Caleb’s shaft was at attention again, and Adem bit his lip at the sight of his length, memories rushing in as reality smacked him hard. This was his man now. His moment. He realized he’d do anything to freeze time, never let Caleb go.

To his surprise, the American eased the thin latex slowly over Adem’s shaft, so slowly it nearly blew the top of Adem’s head off. Caleb smiled, brushed Adem’s lips with his, then used a generous portion of the slick liquid on Adem’s throbbing flesh before he flopped down beside him and captured his mouth again.

After a dizzying, tongue-tangling kiss, he leaned back and whispered, “You want to fuck me, Adem?” His eyes were bright. “Because I really want you to.” He nibbled Adem’s nipple, and it pebbled in response, drawing a groan from his throat. Surprised, Adem brought Caleb’s face up to his, questions in his eyes. Caleb nodded, and the sight of his full, swollen lips was the end of Adem. He stood, his sheathed cock so hard it pressed up against his belly. Caleb joined him and turned around, gripping the back of the couch at the end of the bed. Adem ran both hands across his lover’s broad shoulders, down his muscled arms, around his chiseled torso, over his abs and gripped his long, glorious cock. Caleb groaned and tilted his hips forward.

“I’m, um, not used to….” he started to say, but Adem interrupted him.

“We don’t have to, I mean, you can.” Adem pressed his shaft between Caleb’s ass cheeks and sighed when Caleb pressed back against him.

“No, I want it, I want you. Go slow,” he murmured, as Adem used lubed fingers to stretch his tight hole, arching his back to allow more access.

Adem sucked in a breath. “So tight, oh God it’s…relax baby, it will be fine.” He eased in a second finger, holding back when Caleb flinched and tensed. But he kept stroking him with his other hand, using Caleb’s already leaking fluid to smooth over his elegant head and the man relaxed, let Adem slip a third finger into his ass, let him spread his passage, prepare for his cock.

“Oh, dear God,” Caleb moaned and pushed back against Adem’s fingers which he now had buried inside his ass. “Yes, please.” His voice was barely a whisper. “Fuck me, Adem, Please. Give it to me.”

He couldn’t wait another minute. He withdrew his fingers slowly, placing the tip of his latex-covered shaft against Caleb’s waiting and eager hole. He eased in, biting his lip at the glorious tightness, inch by amazing inch. Their combined breathing was ragged, little moans escaping both of them. Caleb tensed and Adem stopped. He put his hands on the man’s beautiful ass, gripping his hips.

“I’m in all the way, honey. You okay?” His vision was starting to blur. He needed to come, bad. If this wasn’t going to work, he’d have to pull out and jack off. He grunted when Caleb spread his legs further and shoved his hips back. The edge of Caleb’s prostate touched his tip, and he moved against it, using his immediate need for friction to press in, pull out, and stroke against Caleb’s gland. He was blind and deaf with need, stars forming at the edge of his vision, and he gripped his strong hips and shoved. Caleb grunted, cried out, and Adem smelled the other man’s rich seed, spilling up onto his chest. Giving one last thrust in and out, he yelled out Caleb’s name and exploded inside the condom. His whole body shook, his hips jerked, primal noises escaping his lips.

He fell down over Caleb’s strong back, their sweat mixing with the smell of spent passion. Caleb flinched as Adem eased out of him and ran both hands down the man’s back before they collapsed together onto the bed. Caleb rolled over, one arm covering his eyes.

Worried, Adem propped up next to him and pulled the other man’s muscled arm down. Caleb’s smile was huge. His eyes bright and dry.

“Fuck! That was amazing.” He held Adem in his arms and covered his face with kisses.

Adem grinned and snuggled into his arms, sleep stealing over him. He threw one arm over Caleb’s broad chest and sighed.

“I’m not him, you know,” he said, tracing his fingertip over Caleb’s incredible six-pack. He had to say right then, or he’d never be able to. If it was to be a one-night stand, he was going to be perfectly honest about how he felt. “Nor do I plan to be some sort of interchangeable Turkish replacement.”

Caleb stroked his hair. “Oh, that is the truth.” He chuckled, making Adem panic a little. “He would burn boiled water.” He turned on his side to face Adem. They lay, propped on elbows, facing each other. Adem closed his eyes as Caleb ran a hand down his face. “He spent most of our trip sea-sick, if you remember.” Adem smiled. “He would never have done what you just did to me.” Caleb let his hand trail down Adem’s body and run under his balls, making them contract. “And,” Adem’s heart thudded when he saw Caleb swallow hard against the emotion in his heart, “He is…gone.” Caleb took a deep breath and stared deep into Adem’s soul.