Acceptable Behavior (8 page)

Tonight Sam’s prayers would be different. Tonight he was going to pray with all his heart that Mel would be up to keeping Levi for a few hours the next day, so he could spend some time in the loving embrace of Dr. Travis Nelson. He couldn’t think of anything he wanted more.

* * * *

Travis rode his bike fifteen miles Sunday morning then showered and called his parents, all before ten a.m. He knew Melanie would probably sleep until noon so if Sam was going to have any free time it’d be afternoon to evening. He didn’t know if she worked Sundays. Maybe they’d have more time if she didn’t.

He did some laundry, put fresh sheets on the bed, and vacuumed and dusted his already fairly clean house. Nervous energy raced through him, and he couldn’t just sit. Somewhere around twelve-thirty he had a sinking feeling—
What if Sam can’t get away?
Their whole day depended on his deadbeat sister and whether or not she felt like spending time with her son.

As he paced, he forced himself to temper his thoughts. Melanie was Sam’s twin sister. He loved her deeply, or he wouldn’t be doing what he was for her and her boy. If Travis wanted to be part of Sam’s life, he’d have to tread gently where the sister was concerned. Calling her a deadbeat wouldn’t win him any points, even if that was how she came across to him.

His phone vibrated and Travis glanced at the screen.

Want some company?

Sam had added a devil emoticon. He smiled and typed back.

Is that a hypothetical question? One that really doesn’t require an answer?

I know what hypothetical means.

Travis felt like an idiot.

Sorry. Get your ass over here.

On my way.

He pocketed his phone, his heart racing.
Finally.
Time alone with Sam. His dream lover for the past week would finally be here in real life, and they’d be alone. It was almost too good to be true.

When his bell rang half an hour later, Travis tried not to rip the door off its hinges. He opened it carefully, as if he actually contained any self-control at that point. “Hey,” he said nonchalantly.

“Hey.” Sam stepped inside and closed the door behind him. When he turned to face Travis again, they both had the same expressions on their faces.

Travis pulled him into his arms and pressed their lips together.

Sam opened his mouth and they kissed hungrily, tongues probing, hands exploring.

“Finally,” Travis sighed after catching a breath.

“Feels like we’ve been waiting for this forever,” Sam agreed. He unbuttoned the collar of Travis’ shirt. “Don’t want to wait any longer.”

“No reason to wait.” Travis reached for the hem of Sam’s T-shirt and pulled it over the sexy hunk’s head. The chest he exposed was nearly hairless, save for a few wiry tufts on the sculpted pecs. A fine trail of light brown hair extended south from his belly button, into faded denims. Travis’ mouth watered. He unsnapped the jeans and shoved the waistband down.

He uncovered a pair of light blue boxers and lowered them along with the denims, allowing Sam’s cock to spring free. The specimen unfolded and lengthened once it was no longer confined, and Travis held his breath. Long and deliciously thick, Sam’s shaft was as impressive as any he’d ever seen. “Aw, Jesus,” he muttered, staring. “I’m one lucky son of a bitch.”

Sam chuckled and kicked out of his shoes and pants. He reached down and tossed his socks aside. “Oh really? And here I was thinking
I’m
the lucky one.” With the last of Travis’ buttons undone, he shoved the shirt off until it dropped to the floor. Sam unfastened Travis’ jeans and both of them together shoved them down, exposing his unmarked cock.

Travis held his breath while Sam checked him out. His own cock had risen to the occasion as soon as it was freed, and was now bobbing between them.

“Oh God,” Sam murmured. “Your tats are the sexiest thing ever. Then when I see the flesh that’s
not
inked…” He glanced behind Travis and checked out his ass. “I didn’t think you could get any hotter. Jesus, Trav, I just want to eat you up. Shall we move to the bedroom, because I’m fixing to get started here in about thirty seconds.” He glanced at Travis and licked his lips.

Travis smiled. “Do we really have to wait that long?” He reached for Sam’s cock and led his new lover down the hall. “Right this way, stud. I think a double sixty-nine would be the perfect way to get the ball rolling, so to speak. I want to eat you up, too.”

Tossing back the covers on his king-sized bed, Travis climbed in and patted the spot next to him.

Sam joined him on the bed, and they kissed and caressed backs and shoulders again.

“Just so you know,” Travis murmured, “Lube and condoms are in the drawer to the left of the bed. Help yourself, as desired.”

“I will,” Sam panted and dove back into a kiss. “I’ve been dreaming about this moment, trying to decide where to start. So many possibilities.”

“Anything goes, man.” Travis reached for Sam’s balls and tugged gently. “I want to experience everything with you.”

“Me too. And I want to explore every inch of this ink. I’m going to lick it, suck it and come all over it. I’m gonna make
you
come all over it, so I can rub it in. Of course that’ll make me want to lick it and suck it again.”

“A vicious cycle,” Travis agreed. He pressed Sam’s head to his shoulder, ready for the licking and sucking to begin. “Start now,” he encouraged.

With a throaty growl, Sam nipped the flesh before he began the promised torture. His mouth felt warm and inviting, his strokes alternating between gentle and something more intense. By the time he’d gotten his mouth to Travis’ groin, Travis was nearly ready to burst.

“Aw, God.” He bucked his hips, desiring direct contact on his aching shaft.

“I haven’t made it down each leg yet. I see a tiger down there that really caught my eye.”

Travis groaned. “You’ll find two tigers, a panther and some other animals down there. But if you think I can hold off while you inflict that sensuous torment down my legs, you’re sadly mistaken, buddy. I’ll come all over myself without much more provocation needed.”

“Mmm.” Sam started down one inked thigh. “I’d like to see that.” He changed directions and settled in front of Travis’ cock. “Later. Right now, my mouth is going to be the one that brings this bad boy home for the first time.”

“Yeah, do it,” Travis grunted. “Straddle me and fuck my face while you’re at it. Fill my mouth with your juicy, thick cock.”

“My kind of man.” Sam chuckled and did as requested.

Travis opened wide when the bulky shaft was lowered on top of him. The first taste was salty and musky and nearly made him come on the spot. He tried to maintain his composure so he didn’t shoot prematurely, but it was going to be tough. Sam tasted so good, and it felt amazing to have him fucking his mouth at the same time that he sucked Travis’ cock. “Mmm,” he encouraged, devouring the shaft and bucking his hips.

Sam paused and pulled back. “Too much?”

“Uh-uh,” Travis replied, not wanting to release the savory shaft. It had settled nicely down his throat and he wasn’t gagging, so he didn’t want to move. “Moh.” His muffled plea was nearly unintelligible, but he wanted to proceed. He was oh so ready for more.

“More, eh?” Sam chuckled. “You got it, man. Take my length down your throat, suck it good. I’m just going to nibble your tasty cockhead for a few minutes. It’s the prettiest shade of purple, and the slit is oozing pre-cum. You’re close, I can tell.” He stroked the shaft firmly. “I want you to come, Travis. Shoot your wad into my mouth so I can taste your heat. I’m gonna let some of it dribble out and rub it on your ink, so I can enjoy it twice.”

Travis was in heaven, his mouth stuffed with his man and his orgasm so close he could already feel it. Sam’s sexy talk sent him over the edge and he shattered, bright white lights claiming his vision as shudders of ecstasy ripped through the rest of him. He convulsed again and again, savoring Sam’s warm mouth as his lover coaxed out his seed.

Sam switched to using his hand, allowing the last few pulses of cum to coat Travis’ thighs. He continued to jerk Travis’ cock and allowed his mouth to follow the sticky streams. His licking and sucking sent shivers and chills directly to Travis’ core.

The climax had been as perfect as he could have hoped for. His recent hand jobs, even with Sam’s image to jack himself to, had been mostly unfulfilling and unsatisfying. This right here… This was the real thing.

He grasped each of Sam’s thighs and squeezed them tightly as he worked the shaft deeper down his throat.

“Oh, yeah,” Sam muttered as he cleaned the sticky seed from Travis’ flesh. “Your mouth feels like a vise, holding me so tight. I’m close, baby. I’m gonna blow right down your throat.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Travis encouraged and squeezed the firm thighs harder. Snaking one hand behind, he pried open the clenched butt cheeks and pressed one finger to Sam’s tight, puckering hole.

“Jesus!” A shudder went through Sam’s body. “You really know how to treat a guy. Here.” He leaned up and grabbed Travis’ hand, inserting the index finger into his mouth. Sam got it good and wet, then returned to position and arched his back. “Now fuck me with that finger, and see how fast you can make me come.”

A thrill raced down Travis’ spine. He pried the ass cheeks apart again and this time worked the wet finger into the tight hole. His inner groan was echoed by a loud, desirous groan from his lover.

“Yeah, man. Fuck my ass with that finger. Stick it in me hard and fast.”

Travis did, and felt Sam’s balls immediately respond. Climax was imminent, and Travis had no doubts it was going to be good for both of them.

“Aw, fuck!” Sam shouted. ”I’m coming!” His body tensed and muscles tightened as he shattered.

Hot, ropy cum shot down Travis’ throat and he forced himself to relax and not gag. After a few pulses he pushed away, leaving only the cockhead in his mouth. He wanted to taste the offering, wanted it to fill his mouth and overflow. There was plenty of creamy cum to accommodate. Travis eased his finger out of the pulsing ass and returned his grip to a hand on each thigh, holding tight until Sam stopped shooting and his body ceased quivering.

“Oh my fucking God.” Sam rose and turned around, coming to rest with his head on Travis’ shoulder and one arm and leg thrown possessively across his body. ”That was fucking incredible.”

Travis ran his fingers over Sam’s sweat-slicked back. “You talk naughty during sex.”

Sam smiled at him sheepishly. “Sorry. I get carried away.”

“I
like
it. No one ever talks naughty around me, in my line of work. For some reason, it really pushed me over the edge.”

“
You
pushed me over the edge. That was as amazing as I knew it would be. Thank you, Trav. Thank you so much.”

Travis wrapped his arms around Sam. “Don’t thank me yet. I’m not anywhere near finished with you.” A horrible thought occurred and he had to ask, “You don’t have to go, do you?”

“No, not yet. Mel doesn’t have to work today, and she was taking Levi to the park with a friend who also has a son. I think Pete’s four. He’s a cute kid.”

“A responsible friend, I hope?” Travis couldn’t imagine two stoned women putting two little boys in a car, but stupider things had been known to happen.

“Oh yeah, Ronna’s all right. She’s a straight arrow, far as I can tell. Her husband’s in the military, deployed overseas right now.”

Travis didn’t mention what he was thinking.
That doesn’t mean the wife is a straight arrow.
He didn’t want to talk about Melanie and her friends. His cock was pulsing again, and he had better things to do. “Good.” He changed the subject. “So where were we?”

“You were saying how you aren’t finished yet.”

Pressing Sam’s shoulders to the mattress, Travis rose above him and reached for the lube and a foil packet. “Oh, that’s right. I think I was getting ready to eat your ass. Before I slide inside and fuck you senseless.”

Sam closed his eyes and smiled. “That won’t take much. I’m already feeling a bit groggy. And deliriously happy.”

Travis pressed Sam’s legs open and settled between them. He examined the thin trail of hair leading from the belly button to the thicker thatch surrounding the gorgeous fleshy cock. “Mmm, me too. Damn, you’re fine. I could suck that dick again if I didn’t have something a little different in mind.”

“I’m at your disposal.” Sam ran one hand through Travis’ hair. “You do whatever you want to do. I’m content to go along for the ride.”

Travis buried his nose in the crack of Sam’s ass. “I’m going to ride you, so hard. I’ll be on you like a cowboy on a bucking bronco.” He lapped the crack with his tongue a few times before nudging it into Sam’s hole. “Mmm.”

“Oh yeah.” Sam thrashed beneath him. “Eat that ass. Get it good and ready to fuck.”

He submerged his tongue as deeply as he could get it and wiggled it around. The tight outer ring felt amazing, and for the first time Travis found himself wishing he had a longer tongue. He played there for several more minutes and could sense when his lover needed more.
I’m ready, too.

The tight muscles gripped and made pulling his tongue out tricky. When Travis was free he sat up, chuckling. “Damn, baby. Your ass didn’t want to let me go.”

Sam gazed at him affectionately. “That was all me, man. I’d be happy if you stayed there forever.”

Travis rolled a rubber over his shaft and greased it. “Oh, but this will make you happy, too. Eight inches, deep inside your tiny channel. I’m gonna fill you up, stud.” He inserted one slick finger to test Sam’s readiness, working it side to side.

“Do it,” Sam encouraged. “I want that beast inside me.
Now
.”

“Anything you want, you got it.” Travis removed his hand and pressed the tip of his cock to the entrance. “I’m gonna own this ass before long.” He drove in, pausing halfway to allow Sam a moment to acclimate.

His lover nodded and Travis dove in the rest of the way. When his balls hit flesh, he stopped to enjoy the sensations. Sam looked so gorgeous beneath him, he leaned down and pressed a light kiss to his lips.