Men of London 05 - Cross to Bare (20 page)

At first Brook thought Lenny was joking. Then Lenny moved in and took his mouth in a kiss that told him he wasn’t. They were surrounded by people, and his lover was deftly palming his crotch, pressing himself against Brook’s body, causing incredibly hot reactions. When Lenny released him to let him breathe, Brook reeled from the onslaught of his passion.

“Jesus,” he managed to get out in a strangled voice. “You are a randy bastard.”

“Uh-huh,” Lenny murmured huskily. “So let’s go somewhere that will let me relieve my tension—and yours.” He snickered as he glanced down as the cock now pressing uncomfortably against Brook’s trousers. “Because that animal needs letting loose. On me.”

Lenny pulled Brook through the crowds—a man who knew where he was going and wanted to get there as soon as he could. Brook had no choice but to follow. His boyfriend stopped in front of a door. Lenny looked at him with a glint in his eyes and pulled down the handle. The door opened and Brook was yanked unceremoniously into the room. The door was closed firmly behind them. It was a small sound studio, with low desks full of equipment and one armchair. The room had small windows covered with closed blinds looking out into the back alley of the club.

Lenny raised his eyebrows. “Ryan never comes in here. It’s used more for storage now. And look, we have an armchair.” He licked his lips, his eyes predatory.

Brook was growing even more turned on, and he groaned. “What if someone comes in? That’s all I need to be found with my backside in the air screwing my boyfriend.”

Lenny's answer was to drag a small side unit over to the door and wedge it under the handle. Brook watched him, open mouthed.

His lover grinned wickedly. “Then we make sure we don’t get caught. I watch TV. I’ve seen them do that in the movies. Now relax, we don’t have much time. I have to get dressed for the show.”

Lenny reached out and took off Brook’s jacket, throwing it on top of a mixing table then started to unbutton his shirt, and he was powerless to resist. He loved this side of Lenny, the part that took Brook’s fantasies and played them out for him. He was always expected to be in control, be the sensible one in his day job, but Lenny? The man did something to him inside that no other man could do.

Brook heard Lenny’s deep breaths as Brook slowly caressed his lover’s chest and gripped his hands in Lenny’s hair to take his mouth in another mind-blowing kiss. Brook groaned deep in the back of his throat, which only served to excite his lover more. His shirt was now on the floor and Lenny sucked Brook’s nipples. There were so many sensations in his body he didn’t know which one to appreciate first. His prick was hard and the sense of need to release or bury himself inside Lenny’s body was overwhelming.

Lenny’s voice was husky. “You are so incredibly sexy, do you know that? I never get tired of your body or your mouth.” He reached down and unzipped Brook, their eyes never leaving one another’s. Lenny knelt down and slid Brook’s trousers down his legs, using a little force to get them down, then flicked his tongue against the slick tip of Brook’s cock.

“Look at you, going commando,” he whispered reverently to Brook’s crotch. “Beautiful.”

Brook drew a deep, shuddering breath at the feel of that warm tongue and the quick pressure, feeling as if he would explode. Lenny’s hot mouth wrapped around him and he groaned as he grabbed hold of the thick hair in his hands and dug his fingers against Lenny’s scalp.

“Mmm, that feels so good…” Thoughts of anyone finding them
in flagrante delicto
were banished to the furthest recesses of his mind as the man on the floor drove him crazy with his mouth.

Lenny gave one last swirl of his tongue then stood up, observing Brook’s naked body with greedy eyes. “My turn,” he murmured as he unzipped his chinos and stepped out of them. His cock rose, glorious and majestic, and Brook’s mouth salivated at the sight. Lenny lifted his shirt over his head and threw it down. “I want you to do me like this.”

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small wrapper of lube and a condom, which he placed on a surface filled with DJ decks. Then he turned, swept everything off the armchair onto the floor and presented his arse to Brook, his hands splayed on the top of the chair like a decadent actor in a porn movie. His balls swayed and his proudly weeping ramrod of an erection jutted out from his groin. Even as Brook admired the view, he choked down a laugh at the sweeping action, and he moved in to caress tight arse cheeks. He didn't want to ruin the eroticism of this moment by giggling at that rather grand gesture.

“I suppose you saw that done in the movies too?” he whispered as he his fingers travelled down the crease of Lenny’s backside. His boyfriend shivered and Brook grinned as he tore open the foil packets. “I think I need to stop you from watching so many of those porn movies you like so much.”

Lenny swore. “I’m dying here. Get me lubed up and then I want you in me. Stop the damn teasing.”

“Yeah, yeah, I'm moving as fast as I can. You’re a pretty distracting sight. That whole bent over the chair thing is really doing it for me.” It was too. His sheathed cock was ready to launch at Lenny’s hole like a rocket jetting for the moon, the taut arse that was fuzzy with blond hair, balls dangling between his legs like ripe plums, purple and swollen.

“Yes, well I don’t see you doing
me
, which is the whole bloody point,” Lenny said edgily, wriggling his arse. Brook chuckled and slid his lubed-up fingers inside him.

He gave a squawk. “That's cold.”

Brook continued his slow, teasing stretching of the man waiting impatiently for him then moved in for the kill. “This might be one of the stupidest things we’ve ever done but it’s one of the hottest.”

He grunted as he positioned himself then pushed inside, heat wrapping itself around him like a warm hand. Lenny pushed back, eagerly impaling himself more. Then there was nothing but the sound of sex on the air, deep, drawn-out sighs and moans, curses uttered under breaths that stuttered and crescendoed as both of them got closer to the end.

“Don’t stop, that feels so good,” Lenny panted. Brook gripped his hips, making sure he drilled deep, the way they both liked it. The slick warmth of Lenny’s passage was a welcome combination that inflamed his groin and his passion. Time stood still and there was only the two of them. Brook wondered not for the first time how Lenny managed to have this effect on him every time they made love.

“I always want you so much,” he whispered. “I’m not going to last much longer.” He slid his hands over Lenny’s back lingeringly, caressing the skin of his hips and backside.

Lenny gasped. “Neither am I. I’m about to blow and I haven't even touched it yet.”

Those words speared Brook on and he choked back a cry as he came, burying his face against Lenny’s back, feeling the warm skin against his lips as he pumped what was contained in his swollen balls into the warm body he filled. Lenny’s body jerked beneath Brook, as Lenny gave a low growl then spurted streams of semen onto the seat of the chair. They stood cemented together with sweat, both panting and Brook chuckled, his head dizzy with release and orgasmic well-being.

Lenny snorted. “Something obviously is entertaining you.” The tone of his amusement evident in his voice

Brook chuckled. “We’re in the middle of Ryan’s club having raunchy man sex on a chair in who knows whose office. I’ve never done that before.”

Lenny laughed loudly as he pushed off the chair, dislodging Brook from his arse and turning to face him. “First time for everything. That was intense. We’ll have to do that again sometime, in someone’s office, maybe yours?”

Brook's face dropped. “Hell, no, we’re so not doing that anywhere near my place of work,” he stuttered. “My secretary might walk in, a client, an investor—” He pulled of the condom, tied it and looked around for somewhere to dispose of it.

Lenny grinned as he stood there glorious in his nakedness. “Yeah, but it makes it all the more fun.”

Brook scowled. “Forget about it and strike it off your bucket list, Mr James. Not going to happen.” He decided the dustbin was as good a place as any for the condom and chuckled to himself at thinking what the cleaner might make of it.

Lenny gave a sly smile as he used his boxers to clean himself up. Soon they were both dressed and ready to leave. The smell of sweat and sex permeated the air.

Lenny sighed. “I suppose we should get out there. I have a show to prepare for after all. Do you think everyone will know where we’ve been?”

“If they see us coming out of here, both of us with a big grin on our face, your hair all mussed up like that and smelling rampantly of sex, I’d say, yes, they probably will,” Brook said drily. “Oh crap. We need to clean that up. We can't leave it.” He motioned towards the puddle of semen on the floor and on the chair. “There has to be something here…” He looked around for something to clean up the mess with and managed to find a toilet roll in one of the drawers of the side cabinet still barricading them in. He raised his eyebrows at that, not expecting to find that particular item in a desk drawer.

Lenny chuckled. “Maybe they had a cold, or the sniffles. Give it to me.”

He managed to wipe off most of the signs of their activity and threw the used paper into the dustbin to join the condom. Brook looked at Lenny.

“May I leave the room now?” he enquired with growing amusement. “Are you finished with me?”

Lenny shook his head firmly. “Oh no, not finished yet, only for now.” He grinned and moved the unit away from the door. “No one’s going to notice that we’ve been missing”—he glanced at his watch—“over thirty minutes?”

Brook nodded. “It’s so busy out there we can slip away unnoticed.” He opened the door and peered into the club. “It’s pretty dim and absolutely jam-packed. Come on.”

They made their way out of the room and were quickly swallowed up by the crowds. Lenny reached over and gave Brook a chaste kiss. “I need to go shower then get into my glad rags,” he murmured. “I’ll catch up with you after the show—we can go back to my place?”

Brook nodded. “I’ll be here. Enjoy yourself up there. Break a leg.”

Lenny laid his forehead against Brook’s and kissed him again, deeper, hungrier this time. “Glad you’re here with me,” he whispered. “It means a lot.”

“Where else would I be?” Brook murmured back. They stared into each other’s eyes for a second and Brook wanted to say something more profound at that point. He’d fallen for Lenny, he knew that; the L-word hadn’t been mentioned yet, but he was pretty sure this was what it was for him.

His boyfriend gave him a dazzling smile and melded into the crowd behind him. Brook watched until Lenny was lost from view then made his way to the separate room at the front of the club where table and chairs were set up in front of a small stage. He’d get a drink, sit down and enjoy the show. After that—perhaps tonight he might get to tell Lenny how he really felt about him and see if it was returned.

*****

Brook had never really been into the drag queen scene. Not from any sense of being opposed to it but simply because he’d never really considered or been close to the concept. However, watching Ryan and Lenny on stage in their relevant personas as Delilah Delish (the sexy redhead Mango had kissed outside had turned out to be Ryan after all) and Laverne Debussy-Smith, Brook was rapidly becoming entranced.

They were dirty, irreverent and so non-politically correct. Brook wondered if the non-PC police would come calling anytime soon. Their jokes and barbs were clever, witty and downright salacious in some cases. He’d never laughed so much in his life.

Since meeting Lenny he’d had his eyes opened to a lot of things. Seeing his man on stage in a pale pink ball gown, with a long slit up the side, and seeing those beautifully shaped and stockinged legs attached to a firm arse strutting across the stage as the pair entertained the audience, he couldn’t help but feel proud that it was
his
Lenny up there wowing the crowds and looking supremely confident and—might he even acknowledge it—damn sexy. It made Brook hard thinking about what they’d done a little while ago in the office.

At the tables around him, the men he’d met earlier sat chuckling and guffawing at the antics of the two queens on stage. Leslie was in tears from laughing, Oliver much the same. Eddie had a huge grin on his face, while Gideon had a smirk and was probably busier watching more of Eddie than the performance. Taylor was chuckling away while leaning close to Draven, who was probably the most stone-faced of the group. However, Brook had seen the curl up of his mouth when he thought no one was looking. He was pleased Lenny had people like these to call friends.

He looked around when someone pulled up a chair next to him, and sat down. It was Big Guy, the man with the Aussie twang that he’d met in Deep Purple. He looked very drunk and leered at Brook.

“Wanna fuck?” Big Guy slurred, reaching out and gripping Brook’s arm. “I rather fancy a piece of that ass of yours.”

Brook pushed the man’s hand off his arm. “Get lost,” he muttered. “I said no before and it’s no now.”

“Oh come on, I promise you I’ll give it to you the best you’ve ever had.” Big Guy gestured obscenely to his crotch. “My fat cock was made for your arse.”

Brook stood up, fists balling. “Get lost,” he growled. “Before I plant you one.”

“Oh you’re one of those, are you?” Big Guy sneered as he teetered to his feet, his fingers reaching down to grope Brook’s crotch. “A prissy boy who thinks he’s above the rest? A snooty cocksucker who’s better than me?”

The room had gone silent and when Brook looked around, everyone was looking at them. A few of Leslie’s friends looked ready to get up and come to Brook’s defence, something he’d really hoped wouldn’t happen.

Then a voice hailed them from the stage, and Brook looked up in surprise at hearing a rather different Laverne Debussy-Smith than he was used to. Her voice had a distinct nasty edge to it.

“Looks like we have a showdown going on, ladies and gentlemen. I smell the testosterone in the air. The gorgeous man in those enticing leather pants is my sexy and beautiful boyfriend, by the way. Everybody, meet Brook. My very own tasty piece of heaven. And I mean heaven, if you know what I mean.” The room exploded in laughter, the tension abating. “I’m pretty sure the other guy is what we commonly call a douche bag in certain circles, meaning someone who can’t take a fucking hint and move on. Am I right, chicken?” Laverne sauntered over to the front of the stage. Beneath the blonde wig and the makeup, the aqua blue eyes were more grey granite and the look of disdain on Laverne’s face was hard to miss. “Sometimes it takes an outsider to call the shots.”