Restoration 01 - Getting It Right (14 page)

Arousal jolted down Nate’s spine and fueled his courage. “Kissing what parts of me?”

James’s nostrils flared. “Any parts you want.”

“Can we make out on the couch like horny teenagers?” Like they should have done so many years ago when Nate first felt something.

The burst of genuine, delighted laughter from James made Nate’s gut tighten.

“Absolutely we can.”

James stood and tugged him to his feet. His ribs twinged from the sudden action, but he was walking and then James was supine on the couch in those ridiculously backward boxers.

Nate crawled on top of him, insanely glad James hadn’t tried to press him down into the cushions. He probably couldn’t have handled that, but this was good. Stretching his body across James, chest to chest, groin to groin. He rubbed his erection against James’s, and the flash of pleasure that shot up his spine made him groan. He’d never imagined pressing down on a guy like this could feel so amazing.

Fingers tugged at the hem of his polo, and Nate helped take it off. His lips grazed James’s collarbone on their way back to his mouth. He licked his way past James’s lips, savoring the flavor of him. Hands skimmed his back, rubbing and touching, sometimes wandering up to tighten in his hair. James reversed the kiss, exploring Nate’s mouth, and that was great too.

Nate could happily make out like this all day, like a pair of teens who’d only just discovered the joy of kissing. And it was joy. Joy and lust and desire and so many other things Nate couldn’t quite comprehend while his cock was that hard. Hard and needing more. He didn’t know how to ask for it, and that worried him. In the past, he’d never been shy about what he wanted in bed.

In the past, he’d been with women he didn’t love, and he hadn’t been terrorized by a psychopath in the dark.

He needed this with James. Needed. This.

He thrust his hips harder, more insistent, and James attacked his mouth. One hand tangled in Nate’s hair, while the other ventured down to squeeze his hip. Urged him faster, harder.

Everything blurred into their bodies moving together. His climax built, higher and higher.

Pleasure pooled in his balls, drawing them up tight.

Nate threw back his head and yelled as his orgasm shattered down his spine. He thrust harder, needing more, needing it to last, damn it. And then James was shouting. Clutching his ass, holding him down. A flicker of fear dimmed beneath the pleasure pulsing through his blood.

Dampness spread between them. Nate collapsed on top of James and tucked his head beneath his chin. James held him tight around the waist, his chest heaving.

“Oh fuck, that was good,” Nate whispered.

James’s chest rumbled with his laughter. “Yeah, it was. Knew it would be with you.”

“You’d already given advance thought to my frottage skills?”

More laughter. “Did you really just use the word
frottage
?”

Nate snickered and kissed the hollow at the base of his throat, simply because it was there. “Sorry. I guess rubbing off is sexier.”

“I bet you could make reciting a page from the dictionary sound sexy.”

“Educational foreplay. I like it.” He shifted his weight a bit, which reminded him of the slick mess cooling in his briefs. “I can’t believe I came in my shorts.”

“Next time I’ll make sure they’re off before you come.”

The promise in those words tingled down Nate’s spine. As his adrenaline waned, his ribs reminded him that they’d been broken not so very long ago. “As much as I love squashing you into the sofa, I think my ribs need a break. Um, no pun.”

They both sat up, and the change in position helped. James’s fingers skated over his stomach. “How are they? The ribs?”

“Healed but they get sore sometimes. It’ll go away eventually.” He grabbed James’s exploring hand because the touch was messing with his composure. “Mind if I take a shower?”

James grinned. “Alone?”

His eyebrows jumped. “How big’s your tub?”

“Big enough.”

The spacious master bathroom had room for two people to move around in easily. The tub not so much, but that was okay. James peeled off his sticky boxers and tossed them into an overflowing laundry basket. Nate stared. He’d seen James naked before, but never in an erotic situation, and certainly never after he’d just come. James was still semi-hard, his cock hanging low and heavy against his thigh. Broad shoulders. Defined abs. Good grief, the man was gorgeous, not an extra ounce of fat on his toned body. Not a single scar marring perfectly tanned skin.

Meanwhile Nate was too thin, his face scarred up, his self-confidence shattered with the first whiff of a chloroformed cloth.

“Hey?” James cupped his chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes. “Where’d you go?”

“Back there for a second.”

James didn’t ask for clarification. He pulled Nate into a hug that was all about comfort, and Nate melted into him. He hated that the past was intruding on what should have been a beautiful thing. He couldn’t pretend it wouldn’t happen again. “I’m sorry,” he whispered into James’s shoulder.

“Don’t be. Some stuff sticks with you, babe. But you’re safe with me. You know that, right?”

“Yeah. I do know that.”

“You comfortable with this? We can take turns.”

He nearly took option number two, but stubborn pride made him say, “No, together. I want to.”

“How about I get in first? You join me when you’re ready.”

“Okay.”

James plucked an extra towel out of the linen closet and put it on the rack next to his, then bent over to turn on the faucet. Nate admired his ass for a moment. The taut globes, smooth skin, dark crease. The way his balls hung low between his legs. He’d never considered the stark differences from one man’s body to another. He wanted to know every detail of James’s body, and that fact hit him right in the groin. James turned his crank like no woman ever had, and he was desperate to make this work. To make the dream of James a reality he could live with.

Water temperature set, James disappeared behind an opaque plastic curtain. Nate undid his belt and shoved his clothes off. His briefs had caught most of his come from earlier, leaving his shorts with only a small damp spot. He nudged the briefs to the side, then hung his shorts over the top of the bathroom door to dry.

Faced with entering the tub, his shoulder locked up, unwilling to reach out and push the shower curtain aside. He was about to take a shower with James. Not a locker room shower with separate streams of water, but an intimate, post-orgasm shower. He could do this. He wanted this. James wouldn’t hurt him.

The muscles loosened up. Nate slipped into the shower and froze. James stood beneath the spray, facing him, water cascading down his face and chest and legs, and everything else in between. It was a fucking porn star shot, and it was happening live, in front of him.

Nate swallowed hard.

James opened his eyes and wiped water away. Without a word, he spun them around so Nate was beneath the hot spray. Nate turned again to face James, the water pounding between his shoulder blades. James leaned in, mouth hovering above his. Nate initiated the kiss, and then he was surrounded by it. By the press of lips and sliding hands and hot water. James was a drug that made everything else go away, until all that existed was them and joy and all-encompassing pleasure.

Hands cupped his ass cheeks, and Nate jumped. His thickening cock brushed against James’s thigh. James stopped kissing him to glance down, his lips quirking into a teasing smile.

“Not a bad recovery time for an old man,” James said.

“Fuck you, you’re older than me.”

“By a month.”

“Who’s been plucking out grays since last year?”

James growled—an übersexy sound that sent Nate from semi to fully hard—and slammed his mouth down on Nate’s. The kiss was relentless, fierce, and Nate’s belly burned with it. He didn’t panic when James turned them, pressing his back to the tile wall, trapping him. The burn was more important.

Fingers clasped his erection. James swallowed the noise Nate made, then more as he began to stroke Nate. Nate grasped at James’s slippery shoulders. He needed traction, and he had none, so he stopped trying to help and simply felt. Felt the slide of his cock against James’s skin, the way he stroked from root to tip, pausing to rub his thumb over the crown, then down on another slide. Sure of himself and the exact right way to rev Nate up, but not enough to push him over. Not even when he timed the thrust of his tongue with the stroke of his hand.

Nate wasn’t ashamed of the needy sounds he made, or how he thrust his hips. He was on fire, awake in a way he’d never been before. Sure of this like he’d never been sure of anything else in his life. James licked a path across Nate’s cheek, nibbled his jaw, then bit gently on his earlobe.

“Oh fuck,” Nate said.

“Not yet, baby.” James’s voice was a sensual whisper in his ear. “I want to suck you.”

“God yes.”

James slid to his knees in the cramped space, water raining down on his neck and shoulders. He licked the crease of Nate’s thigh, and the sensation blasted pleasure through Nate’s abdomen. No one had ever licked him there. Of the few women who’d gone down on him over the years, none had bothered to explore. They’d sucked him hard, then climbed on or rolled over, and slam, bam, sex.

This was different. This was James discovering his body, tasting parts of him he’d never imagined were sensitive. A lick across his abs. A nuzzle into his navel that made him laugh.

James grasped the root of his cock with one hand, then flicked out the tip of his tongue, barely grazing the slit, and Nate bucked. A firmer lick made Nate’s thighs shake. And when James sucked several inches of him into his mouth, Nate shot into orbit.

Nothing, nothing, nothing had prepared him for the feeling of a man who genuinely enjoyed sucking cock going down on him. Any kind of higher thought escaped him, and Nate could only close his eyes and feel. Feel the slide of tongue along his cock, the stroke of fingers, the hand rolling his balls. A symphony of sensation that wanted to break him and set him free all at once, and he didn’t want it to end.

“Oh God. Oh fuck, Jay.”

That beautiful heat left, replaced by a hand. Then his cock was pushed aside, and James licked his fucking balls. Sucked one, then the other, switching between them while Nate slowly lost his mind. No one had ever—both. Fucking both of them in his mouth. Nate let out a little scream, a demand, a plea. He didn’t know anymore, didn’t care what he was saying. He needed to come.

James relented and swallowed his cock down, a smooth stroke to the root that made Nate bellow.

“Gonna come. Oh shit, Jay, coming.”

The orgasm crashed over him like rolling thunder, on and on, until he was shaking with it. Shaking from the force of his release, and from James’s constant stroke on his sensitized cock.

“Stop, please,” Nate gasped.

James stood, his grinning face marked by streaks of white, his lips puffy and wet. “Jesus Christ, Nate, you are gorgeous when you come like that.”

“I have never in my life come like that.”

“Now that’s a damned shame. You need to come like that as often as physically

possible.”

Nate stared at the semen slowly dripping down James’s cheek, fascinated by it and knowing it was his. He wiped it away with his thumb. “I’m going to hold you to that promise, you know.”

“I hope so. No one else gets to make you come like that. Not while you’re mine.”

The possessiveness in James’s voice stirred something deep inside Nate—a part of him that wanted to belong to someone, and who was very glad that someone was James. James loved him. James had the patience to take everything at Nate’s pace and help him get comfortable with this long suppressed side of himself. Emboldened by the knowledge and James’s statement, Nate curled his fingers around James’s erection.

James exhaled hard, his eyes widening. “Now there’s a first for me.”

“What?”

“Your hand on my cock.”

“Sooner or later, it’ll be my mouth on your cock.”

James kissed him, a hard, claiming press of lips that left behind an unusual taste. “I vote for later. Giving your first blow job is tricky enough without worrying that you’re going to drown.”

Nate chuckled, even as a distant memory reminded him that this wasn’t, technically, his first. “Good point.”

“Let’s finish this shower. You can play with my cock later.”

“Play, huh?” He squeezed gently. “Does that mean I get to dress it up?”

James arched an eyebrow at him. “Watch it, Wolf. The only two inanimate objects that are allowed that up close and personal with my dick are condoms and cock rings.”

Nate vaguely knew what cock rings were for, and condoms brought up territory he wasn’t ready to explore yet. James had never been shy about the details of his sex life, and he didn’t bottom. Ever. He was a top to the bone. Over the years, Nate had woken up from the occasional wet dream with lingering memories of James fucking him. Filling him. Pounding them both to climax. Weird, sure, but who didn’t have the odd dream about a friend here and there? He’d simply laughed them off and gone about his day.

Now the idea of being so vulnerable…not yet.

“Hey, where’d you go this time?” James cupped the back of his neck and pressed his forehead to Nate’s.

The awkward angle put their eyes too close. Close enough that James might look inside him and see the raw fear, so Nate focused on his chin. He’d let go of James’s dick at some point, having totally blown the moment. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, babe. It was something I said, right?”

“Kind of.”

“Tell me.”

Putting his fears into words was difficult and embarrassing, but this was James. James wouldn’t make fun of him. He’d understand. Nate licked his lips, surprised at how dry his mouth had become in the steamy bathroom. “It’s just that I know you don’t bottom, but I don’t think—

I’m not ready to—I think—damn it, this is coming out wrong.”

James drew back, nodding slowly. “No, I think I understand, and we don’t have to jump straight into intercourse, Nate. You may want to try it, you may not, but there are a lot of other things we can do together in bed. Fucking is only one part of it.”