Don't Read in the Closet volume one (34 page)

“You don’t want
me to return the favour then?”

Sam stopped
short. “You’re not really in a position to,” he said, his voice a shadow of
what it should have been. “That was the whole point, wasn’t it?”

When no answer
was immediately forthcoming, he looked over his shoulder.

Charlie grinned
as their eyes met. “There’s nothing wrong with my mouth.”

No there
wasn’t. Charlie’s mouth was full and pink and beautiful. It was so easy to
believe that it had actually been designed specifically to suck cock.

“You’ll hurt
your ankle if you try to kneel,” Sam said.

Charlie raised
an eyebrow at him.

It sounded like
a pathetic excuse, even to Sam’s ears. Kneeling wasn’t essential, and even if
it did hurt a bit, it wasn’t as if Charlie would mind—

Sam cut that
line of thought dead in its tracks. He turned away again.

“Actually, I’m
pretty sure we could work it so it wouldn’t hurt any part of me at all…”
Charlie murmured. It was almost possible to believe that he was talking to
himself, merely thinking out loud.

Sam helplessly
turned back toward the sofa once more. He wasn’t going to let Charlie get hurt,
no matter how much he wanted to come, that was the important thing to remember.
Folding his arms across his chest, he stared down at the other man. “How?”

“Come here and
I’ll show you,” Charlie offered.

Sam’s feet made
the decision for him. Charlie’s words had barely faded from the air before Sam
reached his side.

Charlie
wriggled a bit, shuffling his naked form down the sofa a little. “It’ll
probably work better if you take your jeans off,” he said.

Sam studied
Charlie for several long seconds. He wanted to get out of his jeans so badly,
but still…

“No. Tell me
what you’re planning
,
then I’ll decide if I want to
get naked for it.”

“If you
straddle my shoulders, you can use my mouth pretty much any way you want and I
won’t have to move a muscle.”

Sam damn near
whimpered at the image that jumped into his head.

“That would be
worth getting naked for, right?” Charlie asked.

It would be
worth crawling through hell on his hands and knees for.

Without Sam
ever remembering making a conscious decision to do anything of the sort, he
found himself completely naked. If this was his one chance to have anything
with the guy he’d fallen for, he had to take it. If he couldn’t have anything
else, he had to have the memory to jack off to in the future…

A moment later,
he was completely absorbed with trying to work out how the hell he could
straddle his friend’s shoulders without crushing him. He wasn’t exactly the
smallest guy on the planet. He wasn’t the most coordinated while he was that
turned on either, but somehow he managed it. With one knee on either side of
Charlie’s shoulders, he cautiously pinned the other man’s torso to the sofa
with the rest of his body.

Carefully
settling himself a little more comfortably across his friend’s body, Sam looked
over his
shoulder,
trying to make sure he wasn’t
putting too much pressure on Charlie’s ribs and making it difficult for him to
breathe.

“What the—?”

Without any
warning, wet heat surrounded the tip of Sam’s cock. He damn near forgot how to
breathe himself. His hands had more sense than his brain and quickly slid
themselves into Charlie’s hair to support his head.

Groaning his
pleasure Sam stared down and watched the other man’s cheeks hollow out as he
sucked around the tip of his cock. An agile tongue caressed the tip of Sam’s
erection again and again, sending waves of pleasure rolling through his body.

Without
thinking, Sam pushed forward, desperate to get more of that tongue moving
against his cock, more of his shaft buried between the other man’s lips. His
need was so great, he didn’t think about anything or anyone else. His grip
tightened on Charlie’s hair as he buried himself to the hilt several times in
quick succession.

A loud moan
brought him back to reality. Sam looked down at his friend, an apology already
rushing to his lips.

Charlie looked
up at him in return, silently pleading with him not to stop. The moan had been
full of nothing but pleasure.

Sam helplessly
rocked his hips forward again. He wasn’t hurting his
friend,
he wasn’t doing anything Charlie didn’t want. And, if he was acting like a
selfish bastard, he was apparently the only person there who thought that was a
bad thing.

Holding
Charlie’s head steady, Sam pushed his hips forward again, thrusting deep into
his friend’s mouth. The other man’s tongue and lips worked him as well as they
were able to at that angle, but Sam was the one in control of everything right
then.

That fact
suddenly combined with a particularly talented move by Charlie’s tongue. Sam
came, hard and fast, without even having a chance to warn the other man.
Against all logic, Charlie didn’t seem to have any problem with that either. He
swallowed everything down as if he could think of no greater treat than to
swallow his
flat-mate’s
cum. He was lapping it up—
figuratively, as well as literally.

Even as Sam
fell still, panting for breath, his head spinning with ecstasy, Charlie’s
tongue continued to caress the slit at the tip of his cock, as if determined to
get every damn drop out of him.

It took every
ounce of energy Charlie hadn’t drained from Sam’s body for Sam to pull away and
collapse next to his lover rather than on top of him. The sofa wasn’t huge, but
there was just enough room for them to lie there together, sated bodies pressed
together from tip to toe.

Sam’s world was
very peaceful, very perfect for several long minutes, until an elbow dug into
his ribs. Sam ignored it, not wanting to let go of the afterglow until he
really had to. A few moments passed. Charlie squirmed next to him, kicking Sam
with his good foot in the process.

“If you don’t
stop wriggling, I’m going to fetch another first aid kit and wrap you in
bandages from head to foot. You won’t move a muscle for the rest of the night.”

“Okay.”

Sam lifted
himself up onto one elbow and frowned down at his friend. It had been nothing
more than a throw away comment, an attempt at an idle bit of threatening
banter, but there had been nothing light-hearted about the way Charlie agreed
to it.

“I’ve been
thinking. Maybe you should start tying me up on a regular basis, just to keep
me out of trouble,” Charlie said, softly. “You could use bandages instead of
leather if that would make you feel better about it.”

Sam ran his
fingers gently over the other man’s skin as he debated what the other man was
offering him. If a little bit of play was all he could get then maybe he would
be a fool not to take it. “You do need someone to look after you,” he allowed.

“Yeah,” Charlie
said, with a grin.

Sam cleared his
throat. “And someone to teach you some sense,” he added in a far less soppy
tone of voice.

Silence
descended for a few moments.

“Know what
could be good to help me do that?” Charlie’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he
swallowed rapidly, almost as if he was as nervous as Sam felt right then.
“Spankings.”

Sam frowned
slightly. “I have no interest in punish—”

“The spankings
would be the
reward
,” Charlie cut in.

Sam’s frown
deepened.

“I like pain. I
go looking for pain,” Charlie said. “That’s not going to change. But maybe if
there was someone who was willing to take control of me and give me that pain
in a safe way…someone who cared about me, someone who would only ever give me
as much as I enjoy, someone who could patch me up afterwards…”

Sam started to
shake his head.

“I’m not asking
you to be my sadist, Sam. I’m asking you to be my dom.”

Sam hesitated,
not able to meet the other man’s eye while he claimed no interest in that.

“Don’t try to
tell me that you don’t love the idea of having complete control over me,”
Charlie warned.

Sam lifted his
gaze. It was a stupid question to ask, but he had to ask it any way. “Why?”

Charlie blinked
at him as if he didn’t have a clue what he was asking.

“You’ve got
guys falling over themselves to whip you senseless and I’m sure they wouldn’t
object to ordering you about too. Why are you asking me instead of them? It’s
sure as hell not because you’ve got the slightest instinct for
self-preservation,” Sam said.

Charlie
shrugged slightly. “You said it yourself, Sam. A man can’t help who he falls in
love with, can he?”

Sam closed his
eyes for a moment. That little bit of him that had been panicking ever since
some very similar words left his lips earlier that night didn’t just relax—it
grinned like an idiot.

“I suppose a
little bit of spanking wouldn’t be entirely out of the question,” Sam said,
very slowly. “If you’re
very
good.”

Charlie grinned
up at him. His expression was full of relief, his eyes full of love. Sam,
however, managed to keep his expression serious for just a few seconds
longer—right up until their lips came together in their first ever kiss.

THE END

Author
Info: Kim Dare is a twenty-eight year old full time writer from Wales (UK).
First published in December 2008, Kim has since released over thirty BDSM
erotic romances.

While
the stories range over male/male, male/female and all kinds of ménage relationships
and have included vampires, time travellers, shape-shifters and fairytale
re-tellings, they all have three things in common—kink, love and a happy
ending.

You
can find out more about Kim and her writing on her website:
www.kimdare.com

Selected by S.J. Frost

Dear Author,

These two men used to be
rivals. A (country) music star who is the perfect son in law material and a
volatile rock star with an attitude. The men have been at odds for years, the
media fueling the rivalry. But somehow their animosity turned into tenderness.
How did that happen?

[PHOTO: Two naked, lean, dark-haired men
sitting together share a kiss. The man in front leans back into the lap of his
lover, who bends over him to press their mouths together. Eyes closed, arms and
legs entwined, they share the moment.]

Now,
dear author, I realize this set up has the potential to produce a really sappy
story. I personally hate sap and anything remotely resembling corniness. I hope
for cynicism, anger and explosive emotions (translating to HOT sex!). Oh: and
tats and black eyeliner. :)

Sincerely,

Mel

Genre:
contemporary

Tags:
musicians, rivals to lovers

Words:
28,560

A LITTLE BIT COUNTRY

by
S.J. Frost

CHAPTER 1

“Goddamn it!”

Drawing his arm
back, Ash snapped it forward again, whipping the entertainment magazine across
his dressing room. It hit the opposite wall, landing in a heap of crumpled
pages on the floor.

“What critic
pissed you off now?” Jeremy asked, not bothering to look up from tuning his
Fender Telecaster guitar.

Ash turned on
him. “It wasn’t a critic! I can handle those assholes. It was freakin’ Jackson
Abrams again.”

Laughter came
from behind Ash. “After three years of bitching at each other in the media, you
should be even more used to him than the critics.”

Ash shot a
glare over his shoulder at his drummer, Devin. “He gives me more shit than the
damn critics!” He lifted a hand, ticking his statements off on his fingers as
he spoke. “How I dress, the things I do, my hair-”

“Well, you kind
of deserve it with your hair sometimes,” Devin said. His dark brown gaze lifted
to Ash’s yellow mohawk where streaks of red raced through it. “Or a lot of
times.”