Lush in Lace (16 page)

“Oh god, Rylan, that’s so hot.”

“Put another one in,” I panted.

He eagerly did as I asked. I rode both of his
fingers while listening to the sounds of him stroking his cock with
his free hand.

“You’re so small here,” he moaned, sounding
hesitant.

“I can take you,” I assured him. “Don’t make
me wait any longer. Please?” I begged.

I felt every inch of the broad head of his
cock as it penetrated me.

“Oh, oh hell, Rylan!” he rasped in awe as he
claimed a man’s ass for the first time.

I knew exactly what he was feeling. I could
vividly remember the tight, warm grip of Scott’s body as it
engulfed my cock.

“Fuck me,” I encouraged him.

Those seemed to be the words he’d been
waiting for. In the next instant, Scott thrust his full length
inside me. He bucked against my ass over and over again until I was
panting and crying out for more.

“Rylan, I-I, oh god,” he moaned, his fingers
digging painfully into my hips as he held me steady for each wild
thrust.

“Don’t stop! Don’t hold back, Scott. I’m with
you. Fuck, I’m with you,” I swore as the first stream of cum shot
out of my cock and onto the bed.

“You’re so amazing, Rylan,” he chanted over
and over again as he came with a long, loud shout.

Time was lost after that.

We kissed and explored each other’s bodies
with our hands, our lips, and our tongues. At some point Scott got
a towel to wipe away most of my cum off the sheet, before wrapping
me up in his big arms and covering us both with the blanket.

“Thank you for sharing that with me,” he
whispered against my hair.

I had to swallow the lump in my throat before
I could speak. “It was my pleasure, Lush. Besides, now I know why
you were always so popular with the ladies in high school.”

When he didn’t respond with his usual snarky
comment, I tilted my head and got a good look at his reddened face.
“Oh my god, are you blushing?” I teased.

He attempted to shrug, but his arms were
still wrapped around me. “I wanted you all those years ago. I used
to fantasize about what we just did together,” he admitted
reluctantly. It was as if he’d been carrying around the weight of
that secret for far too long.

“I know. I mean… I didn’t know it back then,”
I clarified. “But I know that now. And for the record, I wanted it
too.”

Scott laid his forehead against my own and
sighed heavily. His brows furrowed in concern. “We wasted so many
years, Rylan. It’s all my fault. If only I wasn’t so scared of
being different. If only I’d told you.”

I grasped his cheeks in my palms and looked
into his eyes. “You think I wasn’t scared too? There’s no one to
blame here, Scott. If anything, we should be happy it took so long
for us to finally get together.”

“We should? Why?”

“Because it made tonight that much more
special. We weren’t ready before, either of us,” I added when he
looked distraught. “Most people don’t get a second chance, Lush. We
did, though. Every night we’re together from now on will only get
better because we know firsthand how close we came to losing each
other.”

“I guess that means you’re planning on
spending a lot of nights with me, huh, Squeaker?” he asked with a
shy smile.

I thought about teasing him, but he deserved
to know my true feelings. “I want to spend every possible night
with you for a long, long time. I hope that’s what you want too,” I
replied.

“More than anything.”

With that settled we snuggled closer in each
other’s arms and napped for a while. When we woke, we lay together,
talking for hours. Scott told me about his childhood, his
biological father’s battle with depression and then alcohol. He
told me about his favorite teacher, his first kiss, his issues at
college, and his lifelong dream of working with animals. Even after
the amazing sex we’d shared, this time we spent together talking
somehow felt more intimate. Scott trusted me with private details
of his life that he’d never shared with anyone before.

I reciprocated in kind. I told him stories
about when BJ and Jamie were young and some of the mischief they’d
get into. I loved hearing Scott laugh aloud at our brothers’
antics, mainly Jamie’s, of course, since he was always the wild
one. I also told him about the night I confessed I was gay to my
parents and about my struggles to fit in socially in high school. I
even shared with him my excitement over my latest project at work
and, unlike all my past boyfriends, Scott really listened. Finally,
he asked about my “Socially Smarter” program for young boys and
wanted to know how he could get involved with the initiative. In
that moment, I was sure I couldn’t love him more.

Eventually, we made our way back to the
kitchen area. We ate dinner naked. We were completely comfortable
with one another, laughing, feeding each other bites of dessert,
and kissing as we sat side by side in Scott’s small
kitchenette.

Of course we wound up back in Scott’s bed,
still kissing, truly making up for lost time.

“I hope you know we’re still gonna argue,
regardless of the fact that I let you fuck me,” Scott said
tauntingly as he kissed a path along my neck toward my ear.

“Mmmm,” I moaned at the feel of his hot
breath on my skin. “Of course we are because you’re stubborn as
shit, Lush,” I teased.

He lifted his head to stare at me. “And
you’re way too cocky for a nerd, Squeaker.”

“I’ll give you that one.” My lips turned up
in a smile. “But now, after we fight, we get to make up.”

“In bed?” he asked. “’Cause that kinda makes
me want to fight with you even more now, Squeaker.”

“Seriously?”

The last thing I wanted to do with Scott was
fight—wrestle maybe, but not argue.

“What?” His lips curled up into a playful
smile and I knew then he was only teasing.

“That’s not exactly what I meant, and you
know it.” I poked an index finger into his chest playfully. “Plus,
I thought we’d called a truce.”

“Ow! Nope. No truces,” he stated rubbing the
spot where I’d poked him. “Not after you just offered me all the
make-up sex I could want.”

“I did not,” I declared, chuckling. “You seem
to have a knack for twisting things, Lush.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

“Wait a minute, are we having our first
official fight as a couple right now?” He smirked devilishly.

I couldn’t help but smile, knowing exactly
where he was heading. “We’re not fighting. We’re having a friendly
discussion, dumb-ass. There’s a difference.”

“Really? Because, you only call me dumb-ass
when we argue, Squeaker. So I’m going to have to count this as a
fight. And now that it’s over, I’m ready for that make-up sex you
promised.”

“What makes you think it’s over?” I
challenged him teasingly.

“This,” Scott replied, taking my hand and
wrapping it around his impressively hard cock.

“Fuck,” I hissed, squeezing his shaft in my
fist.

“Ready to make up?”

“Definitely,” I agreed, shifting lower on the
bed, so I could reach his cock with my mouth.

With the first wet lick of my tongue, Scott
was already beginning to tremble beneath me.

“Did I mention how much I love fighting with
you, Squeaker?” he asked threading his fingers in my hair and
following the up and down movements of my head with his hand as I
sucked him.

“Mmm hmm,” I mumbled, smiling around his
cock.

“Damn, you’re good at that,” he hissed
bucking his hips upward.

“You mean this?” I asked, moving my mouth
lower so I could lick a path down his balls, toward his ass.

“Oh dear god,” he whispered.

I focused all my efforts on Scott’s pleasure.
It didn’t take long for him to reach his peak with one of my
fingers massaging his prostate and my tongue licking circles around
the head of his cock.

“You really do love that, huh?” I teased,
once he’d finally stopped trembling and panting beneath me.

“Uh huh,” he agreed dragging me up along his
body for a long wet kiss.

“Love is a strong word, Lush.”

In the next instant, his expression grew
serious and my heart sank.

Damn, why did I have to focus on the “L”
word?

Scott’s hand reached up to gently cup my jaw.
“No it isn’t. Not when it comes to you, Rylan.”

I couldn’t hide my surprise. “Really?”

“Really. Um… is that okay?”

I wanted to banish the uncertainty I saw
flickering in his eyes.

“So much better than okay,” I replied,
smiling widely and gifting him with a quick spontaneous kiss.

He released the breath he’d been holding on a
long, loud sigh. “Thank god. I don’t want to share you with anyone
else, Rylan.”

“I guess that makes you mine, Lush,” I
declared smugly.

“Damn straight… or gay or…
shit,
whatever,” he grumbled, running a frustrated hand through his
locks. “I don’t give a fuck about labels as long as I have you,” he
whispered against my lips.

“Neither do I. Not anymore.”

I meant it.

I didn’t need Scott to declare that he was
gay to know he loved me. I could see it in his eyes. Maybe there
was something to be said about the term gay for you. Because I had
to admit, I fucking loved the idea that I was the only man alive to
ever spark Scott Lush’s interest. I promised myself, then and
there, that I’d do everything in my power to keep him interested
for a long, long, long, time—forever, if I was lucky.

****

-Scott-

“I knew I’d find you here.” I heard Rylan’s
sultry voice filter through the darkness of the art gallery’s small
storage room. It’d been almost a year since Rylan had discovered me
in this exact location during our brothers’ wedding reception.

Thankfully, a lot had changed since then.

“Did anyone see you leave?” I whispered.

“Nope. Rimmer’s too over the moon with his
new husband to notice any of their wedding guests wandering off.
Plus, the dancing just began.”

“Oh hell,” I replied, remembering Tino’s
awkward dance moves back when he was the stripper at Jamie’s
bachelor party. Since then, Tino had forgone his career as an
exotic dancer in favor of becoming Rimmer’s personal plaything, and
today, his husband.

Rylan chuckled from somewhere behind me.
“It’s not that bad. I think Rimmer gave Tino dance lessons as an
engagement gift. They really do look good together.”

“So what you’re saying is we have some time?”
I prompted expectantly.

With the sound of the door’s lock being
snapped into place, I had my answer. Rylan’s shiny, black formal
shoes tapped against the floor behind me as he neared. From the
warmth at my back, I knew he was close.

“This room hasn’t changed much,” he rasped
against my ear. “I don’t remember that chair though. Then again, I
don’t remember much about that night except for the fact that you
had your cock out. It was all I could do not to fuck you,” Rylan
whispered seductively while tracing the shell of my ear with his
tongue.

“Shame you didn’t get the chance, Squeaker.
Maybe tonight you’ll have better luck,” I offered, pushing my ass
out to rub up against his already hard cock.

“Your big body looks so fucking sexy in that
tux. God, I want you,” he hissed, reaching around me to hastily
unfasten my pants and slip his hand inside. “Holy shit, Lush,”
Rylan swore as his roaming hand encountered my nylon-encased cock.
He ventured lower, cursing foully again when he discovered there
was no end to the silky material as his hand drifted down my
thigh.

I let my pants fall to the floor then turned,
so Rylan could clearly see the lower half of my body covered in
full-length, baby-blue hose. It’d been a long time since I’d
dressed up for him. I knew this particular pair of stockings would
drive him wild. That was my intention, and the reason I chose not
to wear anything else underneath.

“What do you think?” I asked, watching his
eyes darken with lust at the sight of my thick cock confined
beneath the sheer nylon.

“Jesus, Scott, there’s no way you’re leaving
this room without getting fucked.”

I smiled. “That was kinda my plan.”

Reaching for his belt, I made quick work of
his pants and underwear then grasped the waistband of my
stockings.

“Don’t! Leave them on,” Rylan ordered. He
stepped around me and slid the plush armchair along the floor until
its back was against the wall. He pointed to the seat. “I want you
there, on your knees, facing the wall, big man,” he ordered.

As always, my cock filled painfully at his
gruff command. I got into position, spreading my thighs wide, so
Rylan could get a good look at my nylon-covered ass.

“Fuck, you look so sexy in blue. I don’t
think there’s a color of the rainbow that wouldn’t suit you, Lush,”
he praised as he stroked the silky fabric along the backs of my
legs, thighs, and ass.

“Thank you for wearing these for me.” Rylan
bent down and whispered in my ear. “Forgive me?” he asked.

“What for?” I stuttered anxiously.

“For this,” he stated right before I felt the
nylon material stretch tight against my ass cheeks then rip right
down the middle, exposing my crack. I inhaled sharply at the sound
only to do so again at the feel of Rylan thrusting one spit-soaked
finger deep into my hole.

“I’m sorry. I’ll get you another pair,” he
promised. “Fuck, I’ll get you a dozen pairs. Oh god, Lush, you look
so damn good. You can’t imagine how badly I want to shove my cock
in here.” He added another finger, punctuating his point. I rocked
back against his intrusion, eager for more.

I knew his feeling of desperation all too
well because it matched my own.

“So do it,” I goaded him.