Last Chance (8 page)

That move alone made Stu moan. His knees quivered from the fiery pressure smothering all other sensations. Soap, precum, and sweat gave their passion a silky roughness. The incredible feeling of cock against cock was…so erotic.

Aric's capable fingers seemed to know every nerve ending in his dick. Stu rocked into the tight sheath of Aric's fist. Losing all control, he clung to Aric, who kept up the pulsating rhythm of his hand, deftly stroking them both. Aric's lips and teeth found his neck, his shoulder, his collarbone. Sharp, quick bites. Stu's veins burned with an incredible heat; his head was spinning, and his limbs were growing numb. An exhilarating vibration encased his body, making his groin tight and hot.

Aric moaned as he pulled away. The sudden loss of body contact was staggering, and Stu leaned against the wall for support. He touched his neck, shocked to find no deep punctures or blood. He'd thought…

“I already fed on my own blood. It was enough.” Aric stepped back, licking his lips. “Soap up your cock. I want to watch you stroke yourself.”

Stu picked up the bar, still wet and sudsy, from the shower floor, and stole a glance at Aric. Eyes smoldering with lust locked onto his groin.

“Go on. Get it nice and slick for me.”

Stu fumbled the bar but caught it before it slipped from his hands. He was so turned on, jacking off would take nanoseconds. Yet he wanted this. He'd asked for it. Now he had to perform. A competitor at heart, he would not crumble before Aric.

This was what they both wanted. Any fool could see it.

Stu knew he was being watched, and his senses were heightened as he soaped the length of his cock. He was so close to an orgasm, he almost came all over his hand, but he held it off by clenching his stomach and trying desperately to focus on anything but what he was doing.

Aric stayed in his relaxed stance, arms casually crossed, his cock curved out and waiting. Stu's mouth twitched as he wondered how Aric would taste. He'd never had a cock in his mouth. Hell, he never stroked his dick in front of a guy either.

“Now touch your balls.”

The mention of his privates jolted Stu's groin, almost causing his knees to give out.

Aric's gaze focused on Stu's cock. “Go on.” Aric smiled. “You look fucking awesome.”

Stu had never been watched with such intensity; he found it wildly erotic. Laving his hands with more soap, he looked into Aric's eyes. They shone wicked and playful. Another side of Aric he'd just discovered. He leaned against the shower wall as Aric sucked in his lower lip, grazing it with his teeth. His balls tightened, so sensitive they were ready to burst, and his soapy hand hovered near his groin.

Aric stepped forward. “Touch them.”

Stu lost his breath, then caught it again. It was that sexy timbre of Aric's command that excited him. And the complete surprise that he liked being dominated. Did this make him the girl in the relationship? Was he, in fact, gay? Heat flushed across his neck at the thought. He hated labels. And well, he wasn't anything like his flamboyant gay brother, who flaunted his sexuality. Stu never gave much thought to his own sexual nature. He liked girls but didn't date much, having had only one steady girlfriend in high school. Yet his attraction to Aric pulled at his stomach and traveled lower, leaving no doubt how much he wanted this.

Before he had a chance to think more about it, Aric was standing beside him, guiding Stu's hand. All thoughts crumbled as his fingers skimmed his sensitive skin. Blissful shocks. His fingernails grazed his scrotum. A deep, throaty groan rose from his chest. Shiny pearls glistened on his tip, and his cock strained under the pressure.

Aric stroked his own cock, the look in his eyes smoldering. Stu held on to his control. A man was stroking off in front of him, and it was so fucking sexy. He cupped his balls, rolling them in his palm. He'd masturbated, had girls suck him off, but this…this caused a major meltdown of his inhibitions.

Aric stopped his stroking and moved within inches of Stu. His gaze dropped downward. He squeezed his thighs together while guiding Stu's cock between his legs. He then nudged his hips forward. The sensation sent a thrill through Stu, and he was dangerously close to release as soon as his cock slid between those moist thighs.

“This is safe fucking. You won't get pregnant.” And Aric laughed, so carefree that Stu's heart skipped a beat.

Aric tilted his hips upward a couple of times, giving Stu a hint. Bending his knees slightly, Stu pushed forward, sliding his cock between the tight clench. Oh fuck, the hardness—hot and sexy and slick.

Aric's thighs were hard as granite, making his cock throb with every thrust. Aric's shaft rubbed against Stu's belly, seeking its own pleasure. Stu pressed closer, and he reveled in Aric's tremors, his moist, sweaty skin, and his damp hair flapping against his shoulders.

Aric's hands clawed, squeezed, pinched. They rocked in unison as Stu massaged Aric's back and slid his hands down the sexy contour of his ass, feathering a fingertip across his moist crack. Aric's low moan encouraged him to explore further. Passing up the puckered hole, he then teased the back of Aric's downy balls.

“Oh fucking Christ!” Aric shouted, his face rigid, his mouth panting, and his body convulsing as he ejaculated.

The rapturous look on Aric's face was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.

That look alone triggered Stu's explosive release. Blinding, mind-blowing, every nerve popping—he rode it for all it was worth.

They slid to the shower floor, grasping onto each other. Stu buried his head in Aric's wet hair, breathing hard, his body happily sated, his skin tingling from the aftershocks.

Aric stroked his cheek and kissed him chastely on the lips. “Are you okay?”

Aric's concern went straight to Stu's heart.

After a few minutes, he helped Aric rise, and once they rinsed off, they left the shower, towels tucked around their waists. He floated into the bedroom, leading Aric to bed. “You're sleeping with me tonight.” His voice left no room for argument.

Aric crawled into bed and lifted the covers over him. Stu smiled, all his tension from the evening drained away.

Frown lines etched Aric's forehead as he punched the pillow and stuffed it behind his back. “You find me amusing, or was it the sex?”

“No, no.” Stu waved his hand. “I liked it. All of it.”

The thought that maybe he found it too easy flashed in his mind. He settled under the covers and held out his arms. “Come here.”

Aric tugged the edge of the bedspread, covering his chest. “I'm not good at this…this overnight shit.”

Stu folded his arms and rested his back against the headboard. Aric's self-confidence vanished quickly once the scene became personal. What the hell had happened that made him so skittish about intimacy?

“What overnight shit?” Stu asked, keeping any judgment from showing in his voice.

“Sleeping with someone.”

“I know you're not a virgin.”

Aric frowned. “Very funny. I meant spending the night. Afterward.”

“You never had a boyfriend?”

“Of course I have. It's just, I never spent the night at their place or mine. They were always…dating other people or married.”

“So you dig straight guys.” Stu frowned at Aric's secret obsession.
So, I must be a diversion, a play toy
. He picked at the nubby bedspread. A sour taste settled in the back of his throat. He wanted to be more than someone's toy. Even if it had been for one night and with a guy, it didn't lessen the importance of what they had done.

“Not anymore. At least, not until tonight. And with my, uh, change, I don't go out with anyone. It's not safe.” Aric rubbed his hand over his tired face. “This was a mistake. I went too far. I almost…” A shiver made his hand tremble as he reached out to touch Stu's neck.

“But you didn't.” Stu grabbed Aric's hand and brushed his lips over the mole beneath his eye. He kept Aric's warm fingers safely in his own. “I like you. I like what we did.” A connection had sizzled between them, regardless of their gender. It was wrong to dismiss what they had done as a fling. How could it be when lust smothered his chest every time Aric touched him?

Aric's gaze shifted, his mouth set firm. “You know this was a mistake, right?”

“Why? Because you're turning into a vampire? You don't scare me.”

“I should.”

“Let it go. At least for tonight. Lean on me for a while.” Stu caressed Aric's long hair, still damp from the shower and smelling of vanilla. He pulled him to his side, and Aric tensed but then curled into him. His eyelids drooped; the corners of his lips softened.

“See, you want to,” Stu said quietly.

They shifted their bodies until they lay together. Stu slung his arm over Aric's side, snuggling against his back before he closed his eyes. He should have felt guilty for sleeping with a guy, but as he tightened his hold around the slim waist, a strange peace settled over him. Their bodies spooned perfectly, and that surprised him too.

Warmth permeated Stu's skin, and sleep snared him into its net. Aric's breathing became rhythmic as he drifted, his scent entering Stu's dreams. Keats whispered,

With lips that tremble, and with glistening eye

All the soft luxury

That nestled in his arms.

Aric squinted from the blast of sunlight streaming across the bed and was startled by a pair of arms holding him. Stu was nestled against the length of his backside, one arm slung over his waist, the other cupping his head. His moist breath warmed Aric's neck.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed the odd sensation of comfort. Then he took in the tangled sheet twisted around their naked bodies, the covers crumpled at the foot of the bed. For over a year he'd gone without sex, over three years without love, and now, without hope. Could he dare open his heart?

Not with a straight guy. He'd learned his lesson. One nuclear-like disaster was enough.

“Hey, you're awake.” Stu untangled himself from Aric and sat up, shielding his eyes. “Man, that sun's bright. I should have closed the curtains.”

Aric avoided looking at Stu's morning woody, evident from the tented sheet. “Light doesn't affect me. I'm not Count Dracula.” He shoved a pillow behind his back and arranged the sheet over his waist to hide his own erection. It was embarrassing enough that he'd caved in, and while they hadn't fucked, they certainly had come close to it. He wasn't sure where a person drew the line, but he certainly had crossed it last night.

He gripped the covers. “Can I use your shower?”

Stu grinned, his gaze roaming down the outline of Aric's body sheathed in the white sheet. Aric yanked the rumpled covers higher, the images of a naked Stu branded into his brain.

Stu crawled toward Aric and practically sprawled over him. His scent, sexy and all male, hit Aric in the gut and caught his dick's attention. It didn't help that Stu peered at him with sleepy eyes, mussed hair, and a sexy shadow of a beard. He looked adorable and wickedly innocent, making it hard to remember why having sex with this guy was such a bad idea.