Men of London 05 - Cross to Bare (13 page)

When he managed to focus enough to hail a taxi, Brook only hoped they’d make it home before he pushed his eager way inside Lenny. He really didn’t want to be arrested for indecent exposure.

Chapter 9

Lenny loved adventurous sex. He was open to new things, being daring in the bedroom and performing acts that in some vanilla circles might raise an eyebrow.

He admitted though that sex with Brook was enough to replace all the daring things he’d done before. Not that sex with Brook wasn’t exciting—far from it. The emotions Lenny felt added extra
oomph
to the relationship. Simply the scent, taste and feel of the man were enough to send Lenny into orbit in a way he’d never imagined. Lenny knew the old adage about finding a soul mate. He thought he might have found his. It was too early to say anything so he kept it tucked inside him like a scented handkerchief from a beau.

So when Brook propelled him, needy, greedy and grasping into the dimly lit entrance of Lenny’s home, his arousal pressed against Lenny’s jeaned backside, Lenny was only too glad to go with the sexual flow.

“I am so horny,” Brook gasped as he rutted against Lenny. “You were fantastic tonight and you do things for me no other man has.” His hands came out and grasped Lenny’s jaw.

Lenny gasped his reply in between frantic, rough kisses as his head was pulled back while voracious lips bruised his. “I have that effect on some people.” He winced as teeth caught his lip. The heat in his groin needed to be assuaged and Brook was the only man that could do that.

Brook growled. “There’s no ‘some people’ about this. You’re mine.”

His rough hands yanked at Lenny’s expensive Calvin Klein shirt and Lenny gave an indignant squawk.

“Hey, go steady there, Hulk. This shirt cost me a hundred and fifty quid. If you rip it I’ll have to make you pay.” He didn’t mean moneywise either. He had plenty of ideas as to how the bloke manhandling him could soothe the pain of Lenny having his clothing ripped to shreds.

“Oh yes,” Brook’s eyes smouldered and he licked his lips slowly. Lenny moaned softly. “And how are you going to make me pay, gorgeous? By letting me put my cock in your arse and make you come so hard you’ll think your prick exploded?”

Lenny groaned again, his hands fumbling with the buttons on his trousers. Damn button-ups might look trendy but they really hindered moments like these when he needed to release the aching cock in his pants.

Between them, they shed their clothing in a frenzied mating dance and soon both stood, spotlighted in the warm glow of the wall sconces. Brook stood tall and strong, his satiny skin shining with sweat, lips swollen with lust and the evidence of his desire jutting up out of a groin that was neatly trimmed and shaven. Lenny stared at him. If he’d been a wolf he’d have been licking his chops and salivating. Instead, he settled for a sly tug of his cock and grinned in satisfaction when Brook’s eyes were drawn to his gesture.

“You want a taste of this?” Lenny taunted softly, his belly clenching in pleasure at the hungry look on his lover’s face. “Maybe tonight I get to take you again.”

He and Brook did take turns but in truth, Lenny preferred being the taken and not the taker. The wanton sound that ripped from Brook’s chest and into his delicious mouth made Lenny faint with sheer animal want.

“Not tonight.” Brook’s velvet tones were edged with huskiness. “I seem to recall a certain someone telling me he was going to ride me like a horse. Going to climb me like a tree, sit on my cock.” He stroked himself languidly and Lenny’s heart pounded faster. “And fuck me into oblivion.”

Lenny swallowed. “I don’t remember saying all that,” he said in a strangled voice as Brook advanced with definite intent to do wonderful bodily harm. Lenny found himself being yanked into his bedroom by a man clearly intent on not much more foreplay. He thought faintly that he’d been lucky to make it this far without having Brook’s dick up his arse, lube or no lube. In all truth, his arsehole was fairly well used whenever his boyfriend was around. If foreplay were on the menu, Brook’s tongue would be a great idea. Lenny loved being rimmed.

That wet dream became reality as he was pushed onto the bed face first, Brook kneeling beside him and leaving no doubt as to his intention as he growled in Lenny’s ear.

“Get up on your knees and hold the rail. I need to taste you. Need to get my tongue inside you. Then you can keep to your promise of that ride.”

Lenny couldn’t do as he’d been told quick enough. He scrambled up the plush satiny bedspread, got on his knees and grabbed hold of the metal headboard low at the base. He looked back at his lover from under outstretched arms and he moved his body slightly back and down, offering his backside for the pleasure he was hopefully about to receive. Tongue or cock, either one was first with him. He wriggled his arse as an incentive and was gratified by the loud hiss to his rear.

“You look fine like that, all splayed out for me. So damn sexy.” The bed dipped as Brook changed position and strong, warm hands grasped his cheeks, pulling them apart. Lenny gave a soft sigh as hot breath ghosted his hole. He shivered, goose bumps rising on his skin. His groin was on fire, his cock wet and swollen, and he wasn’t sure whether he could hold on long enough to enjoy all the sensations being inflicted upon his needy body.

Then he moaned in satisfaction as Brook’s mouth licked a path along his crease from top to bottom, once, twice, softly biting the soft inner skin of his cheeks. Lenny knew he wasn’t going to last with those loving caresses to his rear.

“Yes,” he panted as his arse instinctively pushed back towards that eager mouth. “That is so good. Get deeper, honey. Want to feel your tongue in me.” He waggled his arse again for good measure and was delighted to feel and hear the sharp smack to his left butt cheek. He gave a low groan as it happened again, harder this time.

“You like that, don’t you, you sexy bastard.” Brook’s mouth bit down on the area he’d smacked and Lenny’s cock jerked in appreciation.

“Touch me and tongue me at the same time,” he managed to say in between pants and moans as Brook’s tongue delved deep into his crack. “I want to come in your hands, need you to get me off.”

The wet nub of a tongue in his hole made Lenny dizzy and he pushed back, face-fucking his lover with his arse. “Your hand on me! What does a guy have to—oh sweet Lord…”

His wish granted, fingers encircled his cock and stroked him hard as he was assaulted at the rear. He didn’t know which sensation to focus on so he tried to do both and it drove him to the edge. There was a movement behind him and Brook pushed sweet-smelling lube into him. Lenny shouted in surprise at the fact that after the warmth of the tongue he’d had in there, the lube was cold and his lover’s fingers were burrowed deep inside him, hooking and curling until they hit that spot that he called his nirvana.

He lost his breath as he climaxed, losing control and shooting thick spurts of come over his bed sheets and his stomach. He cried out and felt sheathed heat push inside him, opening him, touching his heart with its depth. His orgasm continued as Brook thrust inside him and gripped his hips, forcing Lenny so deeply back on him, he could almost taste Brook. He knew there were men who might be too sensitive after orgasm to be fucked but he wasn’t one of them.

“Hell,” he gasped in between pants. “You made me come my dick off, you bastard.”

There was a low chuckle then Brook withdrew leaving him empty and wanting.

Brook lay back on the bed, pulled pillows against the headboard and sat up. “Ride me,” he said simply as he rolled on a condom.

The lust in his voice made Lenny half-hard again. He straddled his lover, eyes never leaving that steady gaze and he planted his hands against the hard flesh of Brook’s shoulders and sank down onto him. His lover’s eyes closed in pleasure and Lenny impaled himself, sinking down until he could go no further. Brook’s face was dazed, his lips parted and Lenny thrust his tongue almost into his throat, wanting to punish his mouth as he had done to him. As they kissed, he sank gracefully up and down on the pulsing cock inside him, loving the burn as he took him in and relishing the sight of his man coming totally undone. The slow ballet of sex and lust, the scent of the room, with its musky, sweaty fragrance and the heavy breathing of the two men as they pleasured each other—never before had Lenny had never felt so in tune with another man.

There were no barriers, no judgements, no differences, just the hedonistic pleasure of enjoying each other’s bodies, each other’s mouths and attaining that common goal of their orgasms. Lenny had a feeling that it might happen again and his cock swelled with each slow stroke of Brook’s hand and the sensual glide of him in Lenny’s channel. Lips were hungry, greedy and fed each other’s passion and it was perfect.

Brook gave a soft exhalation and his body shuddered. He was always quiet when he came, but had a tell-tale sign: he bit his lips tightly as he climaxed and stared intently into Lenny’s eyes as if committing the moment to memory. It was such an intimate thing, and something he missed when Brook was behind him. The look on his face, that loving, warm expression and the tightening of his hand on Lenny’s cock spurred him on and he joined in the hands tugging him until he could hold it in no longer. He came for the second time, making sure he coated Brook’s chest and stomach with white ropes of his come. He wanted to mark him, make him his. He collapsed against Brook’s chest, hearing his husky laugh as he did so.

“Epic,” Brook murmured. “You certainly know how to ride a man, Lenny. You damn near gave me a heart attack.”

Lenny lifted his face from where it was buried in Brook’s sweaty neck. “Well, you made me come so hard I had a brain freeze.” He nibbled Brook’s throat. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want the softening cock slipping out from him. He liked this connection they had. For a while they lay stuck together, drowsy and satisfied until a gentle snore from beneath him roused Lenny.

He sat up and stared at Brook indignantly. “Are you going to sleep under there? Am I that boring?”

Brook opened his eyes and chuckled tiredly. “Sorry. You smelt so good and were keeping me warm.”

Somewhat mollified, Lenny harrumphed. “Okay.” He lifted himself up—in truth he was a bit stiff himself and it wasn’t his cock—and moved off his lover. He rolled off Brook’s spent condom, stood up with shaky legs and tottered to the bathroom to take a pee. He took back a bunch of wet wipes; wasn’t he the romantic one? Some guys gave you warm washcloths, but he wasn’t one of them.

Brook was already curled up on his side, arm outstretched across Lenny’s side and seemingly already in the Land of Nod. Lenny watched him for a minute then gave a sigh of resignation and crawled into his side, lifting Brook’s’ arm and laying it gently across his broad chest. Then he spooned up against his man, drew the covers over them both and closed his eyes.

*****

Lenny awoke drowsily to the scent of bacon frying. It was one of his favourite all-time smells and he sniffed in appreciation. The bed space next to him was empty. Yawning, he shifted over and looked at the clock, eyes widening when he saw the time.

“I’m going to have to change this man for another one,” he muttered sleepily. “Nine a.m.—really? That’s still bloody sleep-in time.”

Lenny’s general wake-up time on weekends and when he wasn’t working tended to be closer to midday. However, the bacon smell and the warm, toasty feeling inside that said his man was cooking for him drew him into the kitchen. He stood there in his boxers, admiring the view of Brook’s backside in his tight, dove-grey briefs. He was leaning over the stove turning pieces of bacon and nimbly plucking pieces of bread out of the toaster.

Lenny sidled quietly up behind him and slid a sly finger into the waistband of his briefs, sliding it down into Brook’s heated crack. He was most put out when Brook hardly flinched and chuckled softly.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

Lenny scowled but kept his hand where it was, against the firm globes of Brook’s cheek as he squeezed it. “You used to having a man’s hands down your pants when you’re cooking?” he asked. He pressed himself against Brook’s back, grinding his hips, determined to get some reaction out of him. His morning woody needed some attention.

Brook laughed as he turned a piece of bacon. “I saw you coming in there.” He waved at the shiny reflective surface of the toaster. “But I appreciate the gesture.” He laid the spatula down and turned to face Lenny, who was gratified to see that he had indeed gotten a reaction. The front of Brook’s underwear tented pleasingly. He smiled into the kiss as Brook’s mouth covered his, tasting faintly of bacon. Lenny closed his eyes as the kiss got deeper and hoped Brook didn’t mind morning breath.

When he was released, they both looked down at their groins and smirked at each other.

“Are you going to do something about this?” Lenny waved at his hard-on. “Why don’t you leave the breakfast plans for now and come back to bed? I think we could both use a little TLC.”

Brook leaned his forehead against Lenny’s and shook his head firmly. “Nuh-huh. I’m hungry. Last night all I had to eat was those dainty little canapés at the event and they do nothing to fill a man up.” He turned to tend to his cooking, reaching for an egg and expertly cracking it to put in the pan.

Lenny grinned. “I’m not even going to make the obvious comment about me having something to fill you up.” Brook groaned theatrically and Lenny reached out, picking up a piece of crunchy bacon, deftly evading the slap of the spatula as he danced away.

“Fine. If you’re going to get me up so damn early in the morning, at least tell me you made coffee?” He stared around the kitchen then spotted his cafétiere on the kitchen counter dutifully filled with what looked like his best Colombian blend. He cackled in satisfaction and pulled two mugs from the cupboard.

“Good man. You may have some redeeming qualities after all.”

He ignored Brook’s exasperated eye roll and poured coffee, black for him, and with a splash of milk the way Brook liked it.

“I don’t want to bring up bad news so early in the morning, but you’re going to have to think about the whole ‘who’s stealing your designs’ thing soon.” Brook buttered toast as Lenny sat down at the kitchen island and scowled. He hadn’t wanted reminding of that betrayal so soon.