Restoration 01 - Getting It Right (31 page)

“Make love to me?”

“Oh yeah.”

James began with a kiss, because kissing Nathan was always so damned good. The slide of lips and the stroke of tongues. The burn of Nathan’s beard against his smooth-shaven skin.

James threaded his fingers into Nathan’s thick hair, hauling him closer and Nathan came with no resistance. Arm wrapped around James’s waist, keeping their chests pressed close. Their mouths and bodies mingled, trying to merge into one.

Fuck but James could do this all night. He wanted to push Nathan down and kiss him until they couldn’t see straight.

Some day he would. Tonight they had other plans.

He guided Nathan onto his back, settling over his lean body, knees on either side of his hips. Touching everywhere they could. He rocked his hips, sliding their cocks together between their bellies like they had before. Nathan devoured him in another kiss, their mingled breaths coming in short pants. They’d gotten off like this in the past. It was a comfortable thing between them.

Now James wanted more with Nathan.

James slid down Nathan’s body, taking his time to lick and suck the firm, pale flesh. He paid homage to the scars on his neck, and the tail of one that trailed onto his chest. Nathan’s hands tightened on his shoulders, urging or resisting, he didn’t know. James licked across one pec and rolled the taut nipple with his tongue until Nathan gasped and arched his hips. Pleasure rippled through James, and he gave equal treatment to the other nipple, while his hand snaked lower to tease the inside of Nathan’s navel.

The little sounds falling from Nathan’s lips were the best kind of music. James earned new notes as he nibbled along Nathan’s abs, across his flat belly, to the thin line of black hair that traveled down to nest around his cock. He licked at the happy trail, inhaling the delightful fragrance of Nathan’s body.

A hot, heavy cock bumped his chin, and Nathan hissed. James grinned, then licked just the tip of Nathan’s dick. Another hissing gasp.

So good.

Angling Nathan’s cock down with one hand, James sealed his lips around the crown and sucked hard. Nathan bucked and said something along the lines of fuck. James kept the pressure steady while he stroked the rest of Nathan’s length, reveling in the heady taste as he poked his tongue into the slit.

“Oh fuck,” Nathan said. “God.”

James had mercy and took more into his mouth, a slow progression until the head

bumped the back of his throat. He pressed his tongue up, increasing the pressure, then pulled back. Down again, and up. A feast for his own senses—the sounds Nathan made, the taste of his skin, the scent of his sweat and musk. He loved sucking Nathan’s cock. Loved kissing him.

Loved everything they did together, and Christ he was going to love being inside him.

He worked Nathan into a shivering frenzy, then pulled off with a lewd, wet plop. Saliva dribbled down his chin, but he didn’t wipe it away. Nathan blinked up at him, his cheeks and chest flushed, breathing hard through his mouth. Laid out and so fucking gorgeous.

“You are so beautiful,” Nathan said.

James’s heart tripped. “Gonna get you ready, okay?”

“Yeah.”

“You tell me if you don’t like something.”

“I will. Swear.”

“Good.”

James yanked Nathan’s legs up by the ankle, earning a surprised yelp. He pushed back until his knees bent. Nathan got the idea. He held his legs up and open, eyes wide with anticipation. James grabbed the lube so it would be close when he wanted it. He cupped Nathan’s firm cheeks in his palms and tilted Nathan’s ass up higher. Inhaled the scent. Darted his tongue out for a taste.

Holy fucking shit, he’s going to do it.

A gust of hot breath tickled the sensitive skin between Nate’s asshole and balls, and then the first swipe of a hot, moist tongue shot him in the groin. He babbled out a few cuss words, unable to manage higher verbal communication while a tongue was licking at his asshole.

Not a tongue. James. Oh shit.

Pleasure coiled in his gut, spreading to every nerve ending. Nate had never felt anything like it. Short stabs, long swipes, something new with every touch of James’s tongue against a once-forbidden place. Fantasies were one thing, but the idea of actually going this far, giving this much trust to another person, had terrified Nate for a while. But he loved James. He trusted James.

He wanted James to fuck him so badly he ached with it.

James pulled Nate’s cheeks apart wide enough that he felt the burn, and then a hot mouth sealed around Nate’s entrance. Lips and teeth nibbled there, and holy shit, that was James’s mouth. Sucking and biting, the tip of his tongue stabbing at the tight muscle. Teasing, seeking entry. Nate tried to relax, to let go, but how was he supposed to do that with a tongue licking his ass?

He stroked his own cock, a few firm tugs that made his balls tingle. “Feels so fucking good.”

James made a noise of agreement. Something thicker pressed at his entrance. The object rubbed and nudged, massaging and relaxing the muscle until it popped through, and holy shit there was a
finger in his ass.

The discomfort disappeared under James’s skillful mouth, which had moved up to lick Nate’s balls. Nate let out a low moan, unable to truly process both sensations so he let go. Let go and simply felt everything happening to his body. The bliss in his balls and the pressure in his ass, and it was all so right because it was with James.

Cool and slick joined the glide in his ass. Nate rocked his hips, wanting more, needing more. The pressure turned to a burn and he gasped.

“You can take two, baby,” James whispered. He sucked Nate’s cock back into his mouth, and Nate threw back his head and groaned.

The two fingers hurt. He couldn’t pretend they didn’t, but it wasn’t a painful hurt. Not really. The hurt of the unfamiliar and the scary—two things that could be overcome. James worked those fingers like he worked his mouth, with skill and precision and Nate loved every second of it.

The hurt eased into a steady burn. Nate moved his hips again, enjoying it now. James licked around the crown of his cock, then raised his head as he pushed those naughty fingers deeper. Nate yelped as a new sensation poured over him. His skin heated. His balls drew up and his cock got impossibly tighter. James curled his fingers, pressing, and Nate cried out with alarm at the new, shocking pleasure rocketing through his body.

“That’s your prostate, baby,” James said. He bit a nipple, and Nate keened. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Fuck yes, oh fuck.”

James worked his prostate with an expert touch. Nate wanted to fly apart, to shout to the rooftops, to come over and over, but he didn’t do any of those things because James had him.

They were together, and James wouldn’t allow Nate to go insane from the pleasure racking his body. Making his limbs shake and his heart slam against his ribs.

“You have never looked more amazing,” James said.

He’d temporarily lost the ability to speak, or he would have tried to disagree. “Guh.”

“You’re going to ride me, okay? You’re in control.”

Nate would have agreed to anything in that moment, and it took a bit to realize that James had pulled away, leaving his ass empty, his skin cool. Aftershocks from the prostate massage trembled through his legs as Nate tried to turn over. James lay on his back, head propped up on a pillow, his hard cock red and angry and needy. He’d already put on a condom and lube.

A tremor ran through Nate’s belly.
We’re going to do this.

He swung his leg over James’s waist, one knee on either side of his hips. James’s gaze never seemed to stop moving, taking him in, and an unexpected flood of embarrassment made Nate’s cheeks heat. His stomach tightened with nerves. In this position, James could see every scar, every rib that still showed. Every single flaw on display for him. He froze in place, unable to move. Moving would only draw attention to everything wrong with him.

“What’s wrong, babe?” James asked. He rubbed Nate’s thighs, a gentle touch that kept Nate grounded.

“I’m sorry.”

“Do you want to stop? We can if—”

“No. I want to.”

“Talk to me.”

Nate couldn’t find the words. It would sound stupid, worrying so much about how he looked when they were about to have anal sex for the first time. It wasn’t about vanity, either. He didn’t understand how James could look at him as if he was beautiful and perfect, and they both knew better.

He caught himself touching the scar on his chest. James reached up and grabbed that hand. “Is it your ribs?” James asked.

“No. I just…you’re so perfect, lying there like that. Not a single flaw.”

“We all have flaws. Maybe most of mine are on the inside, but when I look at you, Nate, I don’t see any flaws. I don’t see scars. I see you. I want to see every single part of you on display for me, because all of it is perfect.”

Until James spoke those reassurances, Nate hadn’t realized how much he’d needed to hear them. “Thank you.”

“I’ll say it every time you need to hear it.”

Nate closed his eyes for a moment, trying to see himself the way James did. A lover sitting above him, aroused and eager to try something new. Powerful, because everything that happened next was on Nate. He was in control.

He straightened his spine, more confident now. Definitely ready.

James handed him the lube. Nate squeezed a bit more lube out and reached around behind himself. He touched his asshole, surprised by the pleasure he got from doing it himself. Liking the sensation and the heat as he pushed the lube up, inside himself. He’d never done this part before, not even while masturbating.

“Shit, Nate, are you fingering yourself?” The wonder and arousal in James’s voice made Nate nod.

He pushed his finger deeper, shocked by the hot, damp softness. A cock was going in there very soon. James’s cock. “Need you.”

James put steadying hands on Nate’s hips. “You’ve got me, babe.”

He guided Nate forward, then held tight to his hips while Nate reached behind and grasped James’s cock. So hard and hot. So thick. He notched the tip against his entrance and paused. Met James’s eyes and held the gaze.

“Bear down,” James said. “Take me in, babe.”

Nate dragged in a deep breath that did little to calm his racing heart. He pressed down slowly, cautiously, doing his best to open and take James in. Intense pressure became a flash of pain as James breached his entrance. Nate swallowed back his cry, too far gone to let this end now. A quirk of his hips drove James deeper and that initial pain dulled into an amazing sense of fullness.

James massaged his thighs and belly with hot palms, murmuring encouraging things.

Nate focused on those two hands and the cadence of James’s voice while he eased another inch or so inside his body. Sweat prickled across his skin and scalp. So strange and a little scary, but oh so good.

“Almost there, baby, almost there,” James whispered.

“Yeah. Fuck.”

Beneath him, James trembled. Nate looked at his face and saw what it was costing James to stay still and go this slowly. It screamed at him in the strain of James’s neck, the way his abs tensed and relaxed. He burned with the knowledge that he had so much power over James and his pleasure.

“Anything for you,” Nate said.

He slammed down until his ass sat flush with James’s hips and holy fuck. “Shit!” He gasped at the sudden fullness, one hand flailing in the air for support. It found James’s hand and nearly crushed it. Nate arched up, losing a few inches for only a moment before pushing back down onto James’s cock. Instead of discomfort, all Nate felt now was pleasure. He planted his palms on James’s chest, gasping a bit. “I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Fuck, this feels amazing.”

James chuckled and that vibrated right into Nate’s ass in the best possible way. “Just wait until we really get going.”

So many things tangled up in Nate’s mind and heart, and all he could manage in way of response was, “I love you.”

“Love you back.”

Nate faltered at first, unsure of the best way to rise and sink, to take James’s cock. Every slide in and out of his body stoked the orgasm slowly building deep inside. Every jerk of James’s hand on his cock reminded him of this beautiful thing they were doing together. That James was inside his body, sometimes thrusting up, mostly allowing Nate to lead. Giving him all of the control to make or break James’s own release.

James stroked him harder, his free hand skimming up Nate’s chest to pinch his nipples.

Each squeeze of sensitive flesh echoed in his balls, warning him of his impending climax. He tried to say something, but it burst out as incoherent babble. He came across James’s chest, clenching around the cock still desperately thrusting into his ass. A moment later, James came too, hips bucking up, spending himself into the condom on a shout. Nate collapsed onto his chest, gasping and so completely sated he wasn’t certain he could move. James wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed his neck.

So good.

Eventually James pulled out, and Nate winced at a small prickle of discomfort. Nate hauled James closer and pressed his cheek against James’s chest, arms and legs tangled. Sweat mingling. Fingers tickled at Nate’s ass cheek, then skimmed toward his crease.

“How do you feel?” James asked.

“Fucking fantastic.” He kissed the hollow at the base of James’s throat. “You?”

“Is it cheesy if I say I feel honored?”

Nate’s insides quivered. “No.”

“Good. Because I do. I know how nervous you were.”

“It hurt a little at the beginning, but then it got better. I never expected it to feel like that.

Intense and exciting.”

“Would you want to do it again?”

“Definitely. Maybe not every day, but yes, I want to do it again.”

James kissed the top of his head, his arms tightening around Nate. “Good. I loved being inside you.”

“I loved it too.”

After a small pause, James said, “I didn’t get to tell you something before.”

“What’s that?”

“I went to an AA meeting Saturday night. I’m going to another tomorrow.”