Indigo Road (19 page)

“You’re my boyfriend now,” I said, yawning.
It still seemed a little weird that I had, and was, a
boyfriend.

He kissed the
back of my neck before raising up on his elbow to look down
at
me. “Yes, or
partners. Whatever you want to call it, I don’t care, as long as
we’re both on the same page. I’m committed to you, Josh. Only
you.”

I twisted around to bring our faces close
together and kissed the corner of Alex’s mouth. “I’m happy with
boyfriend or partner. I don’t care either as long as I’m with
you.”

Alex stared at me for a long minute.
“Josh?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m gay.”

I laughed
softly. “Me too. Does this mean we have to start liking the Scissor
Sisters
now?”

“
WHY IS
sex so much better with you?” I asked Alex a few
days later as we unpacked the laundry bag and stored our clean
clothes under the mattress.

Alex looked to be weighing his answer before
he spoke. “How many girls have you slept with?”

“What’s that got to do with it?”

Alex rolled
his eyes. “Let me rephrase. How many girls have you slept with more
than twice?” I tried to
think
but shamefully kept coming up blank. I was never
looking for commitment, and the clingy, needy girls made my stomach
twist. I had been a college student; fun was the name of the
game.

“Josh, how do you expect to have amazing sex
with someone you’re not intimate with?”

“Huh?”

“
Let me show
you what I mean.” Alex finished putting his clothes away and came
around to my side of the roll-out storage. “If I do this—” Alex
bent his head and licked and kissed the spot behind my ear that
never failed to make be tremble. “—you go all needy on me. I do
this—” The bastard sunk his teeth into the soft spot on my shoulder
and I grabbed hold of him as my legs buckled. I couldn’t suppress
the moan that escaped from my throat. “—you’re about to go
to
your knees. If you
don’t take the time to get to know your partner’s body, sex is
never going to be very pleasurable. You may get off, but you can do
that by yourself in the shower. You give pleasure, you get
pleasure.”

His words made me think about how his sexual
experience seemed to outstrip mine.

“
You’ve done
this before,” I squeezed out around the lump in my throat. It
wasn’t a question and my skin burned with jealousy, thinking Alex
had been with a guy
before
me. “Ow, fucker.” His fist connected with my
bicep and I rubbed my arm.

“Not what you’re thinking, but yes. I’ve used
toys, had toys used on me, but I’ve never had sex with a guy before
you.”

“Good.” I pouted.

“
Idiot.
” Alex smirked. “Come here,
I want to show you something.”

After rolling the storage-cum-table back
under the mattress, Alex grabbed his backpack. He crawled onto the
mattress and folded his long legs under him, holding the bag to his
chest. He patted the mattress in front of his knees. “Sit.”

I did as instructed and sat cross-legged
facing him.

He leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on
my lips. “Promise not to freak out.”

“Okay.” Alex had a devious look on his face.
He was up to something and I didn’t know if I should be bothered by
it or not. Before I could say anything, he unzipped the bag and
shook out its contents between us.

“Holy. Shit.” I was unable to take my eyes
away from the multitude of sex toys that had been dumped on the
mattress long enough to see Alex’s reaction to my words.

“
Is that a
freaked-out ‘holy shit’ or a
this is fucking cool
‘holy
shit’?”

I picked up a
silver butt plug and ran my fingers over the smooth metal, feeling
its coolness. “I’m not freaked out, I just didn’t expect an entire
adult store to fall out of your carry-on.” I forgot about the plug
as I spied a variety of toys including large dildos, masks, silk
ropes, leather cuffs, and a string
of
differing size balls ranging
from marble size to pool ball attached to it. I picked it up and
tried to figure out what it was.

“Anal beads. They’re inserted one by one
starting with the smallest.”

I raised my head to look at Alex for the
first time since he emptied his stash in my lap. His features were
a cross between excitement and apprehension, and I knew he was
waiting for my honest reaction before his emotions would choose a
side.

I shook my
head to clear it. “What… I mean,
how
do you know all this?” I
wasn’t inexperienced, I’d slept with my fair share of girls, but
all these toys blew my mind.

“Remember I told you about Linda?”

“The law student who liked anal?”

“Yeah.” Alex flushed and dropped his head,
looking at me from under his lashes. “Well, turned out she liked to
reciprocate. She was quite the teacher.” He looked at me with a sly
grin and I knew he was trying to lighten the mood and not make it
so awkward. It wasn’t awkward, per se, just a little weird to have
my suspicions confirmed.

Alex was a kinky bastard. And way more
experienced than I thought.

I played with a strand of soft silk rope.
“So… you’ve used these? I mean, on yourself?”

“Yes.”

“And you’d like to use them on me?” He was
right when he said I hadn’t been intimate with my sexual partners.
I was getting more and more turned on by the minute at the thought
of Alex teasing my body with these toys, and I couldn’t keep the
smirk off my face.

Alex’s smile went from ear to ear. “Yes. And
I want you to use them on me too.”

So far I
hadn’t fucked Alex. I had assumed he didn’t want to; he seemed to
enjoy fucking me to the point of distraction. I didn’t bother to
question it because, honestly, I loved having him fill me. It was
the best sensation in the world, being stretched and filled to
capacity as he draped his body
across
mine. I didn’t know if I
could do what he asked of me. Sure, I’d fucked girls, but that was
different. What if I couldn’t find his prostate? What if he didn’t
enjoy himself and I sucked at it? What if unknowingly I hurt
him?

I decided not
to dwell
on
it
and asked a more pressing question instead. “Where the hell did you
find time to go and buy all these while working on the ranch? In
Hicksville, Texas, of all places.”

“I didn’t. I asked Cal to ship them to
me.”

“Eww. These are Cal’s?” Surely Alex didn’t
think I’d be comfortable using someone else’s sex toys. The thought
grossed me out.

“No, idiot. They’re mine. They were in one of
my boxes from college. I asked Cal to send them to me at the ranch.
It wasn’t something I could ask Mom to do. I owe him something
huge.”

I frowned. “Where’s my Alex and what have you
done with him?” The Alex I used to know was quiet and kept to
himself a lot. He opened up to me but didn’t show a lot of himself
to the outside world. Some would say he was friendly but reserved.
He never got involved in fights and stayed away from gossip. Alex
could come across as shy until you got to know him, then he was
funny and, on occasion, sarcastic. This new Alex was outwardly
confident, had a quiet strength, and didn’t take any crap.

His smile faded. “What do you mean? I’m still
me.”

“I’ve never seen this side of you. You’re
more self-assured, not to mention kinky as fuck, and you asked your
cousin to box up your entire supply of sex toys and send them to
you on a homophobic ranch in Texas. What would’ve happened if
someone found them?”

Alex’s
eyebrows drew together. “Remember what happened after Disneyland?”
I nodded. It was the first time the gang incident had been
mentioned since we left San Diego. “I was scared shitless. I feared
not only for my
life,
but for yours. If you hadn’t been so quick to get us out of
there, we could have been killed. I may not be strong like you, but
I’ve been told I can be intimidating when I want to be.” He paused,
then said, “Calvin told me a few stories that made me realize that
when he’s confrontational, it’s for a reason. Cal doesn’t take any
shit from anyone, young or old. He just wants to live his life with
Davis in peace, but the assholes
of
the world don’t always let
him. He stands up to those who don’t agree because he won’t
tolerate Davis getting hurt or upset. He’d do anything for him. And
I’d do anything for you.” Alex smiled then. “They’re getting
married, by the way.”

Calvin was
quite assertive, to put it nicely, but I just thought that was how
he was wired. I didn’t realize he
was
being
overly protective of his boyfriend,
now fiancé. “Are you trying to change the subject?”

“
The subject
hasn’t changed enough, I don’t think. We started talking about you
with a plug up your ass and then we deviated to my sex life with
Linda, me being different, Disneyland, and now to a gay wedding
where I’m going to be the best man. I’m just trying to take it full
circle.”
Alex’s
eyes sparkled once more. “I really like the thought of you
tied up, squirming and panting as I work something into your
hole.”

I quirked my lips and ignored Alex’s last
sentence, despite my cock rising to the occasion. He hadn’t
restrained me with anything other than his hands before and the
thought turned me on so much, I was needy in seconds. But I wasn’t
going to let him know that. Two could play this game. “So is Calvin
or Davis going to change their last name?”

Alex
’s
eyes flashed with humor before he picked up a large black
dildo and started wrapping a fine piece of leather around it
slowly. My dick certainly took notice of what he was doing, even if
I was trying to ignore it. “Davis’s last name is Davis. He doesn’t
use his given name.”

“Why not?”

“I’ll give you one word.
Winston-Bartholomew.”

“That’s two.”

Alex held up a finger, sucked on it, then
withdrew it from his lips slowly before holding it up again.
“One.”

“Geez. No wonder he goes by his last name.” I
picked up the shiny butt plug again and watched Alex’s eyes grow
dark.

Alex’s gaze followed my fingers as I caressed
the shiny metal. “Are we going to sit here and discuss my cousin’s
upcoming nuptials or are you going to let me fuck you with
that?”

“
ARE YOU
trying
to hit every bump in the
road?” I glared at Alex, hoping he would get the message. I had
spent the past couple of days restrained with leather straps and
wrist cuffs as he had his way with me. Having something in my ass
was fun, beyond fun actually, except for right now. We were heading
south through Mississippi and I’d had a large butt plug in for the
last hour. Every time we hit a bump in the road, it would push
against my prostate, and Alex, being the kinky bastard he was,
wasn’t allowing me to touch myself. I was so hard it bordered on
painful.

Alex smirked mischievously. “Hang on. We’re
almost there,” he said, pointing to the GPS map.

“I don’t see a campground. Where are we
headed, exactly?”

“Hotel.”

“Fine, just hurry up.” I tried to keep the
desperation from my tone, but the look on Alex’s face said I’d
failed miserably.

He patted my thigh. “Don’t worry. I’ll get
you there.” The double entendre wasn’t lost on me.

“You better,” I huffed.

It wasn’t long before we pulled into a small
hotel just off the highway. It was a nondescript three-story
building and, thankfully, didn’t look dingy like some of the
roadside motels we had passed.

“You want dinner, then a shower, or shower
first?” Alex asked as he collected the key and headed for the
stairs.

“I want an elevator.” The stairs were going
to play havoc with my ass.

“Sorry, no can do. Come on. I’ll order room
service if they have it. If not, you’re coming with me to the
Whataburger next door.”

“You’re a sadistic fucker.”

“
You
love
it.
” Alex
smirked as he started up the steps.

I smiled. Yeah, I did. Even with something
other than his dick up my ass, I loved it. The problem was, Alex
knew it.

Alex keyed the door open and placed our
duffel on the side table. We brought just one bag up, since we were
staying only one night and not planning to go anywhere.

“I’ve created a monster, haven’t I?” Alex
asked. He was leaning against the door frame, watching me squirm as
I tried to get comfortable on a chair by the window. “I would never
have guessed you’d be such a greedy bottom. You’re practically
begging for me to fuck you right now, aren’t you?” His eyes
glinted.

Uh-oh. That look told me he had something
else planned. “You’re not going to fuck me?”

Alex crossed his arms and grinned like the
devil. “Nope.”

“Can I fuck myself, then?” I seriously needed
to get off. I wriggled a little on the chair, hoping to find some
kind of friction.

I watched
Alex cross the room and pick up the hotel’s information booklet. He
scanned the pages in silence, then picked up the in-room phone. He
turned to me and glared. “If you come without me, I won’t fuck you
for a week.” He turned his attention back to the booklet and, after
a few seconds, said into the phone, “Yes, room two-sixty-two. We’ll
have two of your chef’s special burgers and a large side of fries.
Yes, please, the
sooner,
the better. Thank you.” After hanging up, he
turned back to me and his eyebrows drew together.