Rough Attraction (7 page)

“So tell me about your very first collector’s car.” Maxum blinked toward the man nearly surprised by the question. He shouldn’t have been, Darko was a man into manly things. Simeon had never taken interest in his collection, just that Maxum showed up in which ever model Simeon thought was going to impress his friends. Darko looked over the menu, occasionally looking back at him, waiting for him to tell the story. Maxum felt the smile warming his face. Everything else burning away from his thoughts and for the first time in a long time, Maxum felt completely at ease, and all too comfortable.

A smile returned to his face that he could feel as he pulled up the fond memory. “My first car was a 1955 Austin Healy. Damned thing didn’t ever run, but I liked looking out the window of my apartment and seeing it in my parking spot. Was seventeen at the time and I didn’t make enough money to afford the repairs so I got a second job, before I got it running I had my eyes on yet another car. I decided then I needed a career that was going to afford me my addiction.”

Darko was about to ask another question but was put on pause when their waiter arrived to take their orders. An answer Darko had yet to determine since they had talked nonstop since their arrival. Whether Maxum noted his hesitation, or he was just accustomed to heading the table, Maxum spoke right up with a plan. “Yeah, I’ll have the butternut squash with lobster and Brussels sprouts soup.” Maxum glanced at Darko, “Did you decide on an appetizer?”

“I trust you.” Was all he said, enjoying watching Maxum be in charge of the moment.

Maxum chuckled with a small shake of his head added to their order. “Very well then, we’ll also have the raw oysters and the Duck liver mousse.”

Darko’s head popped up with quite the expression on it, “Duck liver mousse?”

“You said you trusted me.”

“Well— I mean— it’s just—” Maxum merely gave him an amused grin and Darko’s brows must have dropped half way down his face with the returned expression he just got. “Yeah, okay, I’ll try it once.”

Their waiter grinned at them, “Very nice selection, and do you need some more time for your entrées?”

“No—” Darko spoke up, “We’ll both be having the Kobe steaks cooked rare, the leeks-n-mushroom side, and potato dumplings with the sour cream butter sauce.”

It was Maxum’s turn to give a surprised look, “You did notice they don’t have Kobe steaks on their menu?”

Darko’s matched him with a smug smile, “Ah, yes, but then it’s a steak house and all New York Steak restaurants know to carry it. You just have to be in the know to order it.”

Maxum nodded, Darko was right. Kobe was expensive and rarely listed on a menu, but if one could afford a Kobe steak, they knew it was there for the asking. He glanced up at the waiter waiting for the confirmation, “Is the Kobe available?”

The man smiled happily, “Why yes sirs. Arrived fresh yesterday.”

Maxum nodded.

“Excellent. Two Kobe dinners.” The waiter scribbled the selection down, made a slight bow and hurried off to place the orders.

“So did you ever get the Austin running?” Darko quickly set the pace back to cars and hot rods.

Maxum grinned proudly, “I did.”

“And what will it be that catches your eye next?”

Maxum chuckled and leaned over to plant a playful peck on Darko’s lips, “You mean besides you?” He returned to his rested posture, “Hmmm, not sure. Eventually I want to add the McLaren F1 or perhaps the Devon GTX. Either one is an exceptional car to have as well.” He scratched at his lip and made a chuckling sound, “I have a hankering for movie cars too, but one of my favorites doesn’t exist anymore. Crass bastards really did run it off a cliff and they only had the one modified Jaguar XKE sportscar.”

“Wait. You mean the Hearst Jaguar from Herald and Maude?” Darko laughed.

“Yeah, you know the movie?”

“Who doesn’t?” Darko took a long drink from his chilled glass of dark ale before continuing, “So no Bugatti for you? Or is that out of your price range?”

Maxum laughed a hardy laugh just then, “I already have two,” he nodded with a warm inward smile, “and they’re among my favorites. I picked up the Bugatti Roadster with two-tone matte black-n-matte blue paint several years back, but the moment I laid eyes on the Bugatti Veyron L’or Blanc, I knew she had to be mine. I sold off three of my others just to get her. I already have a plans for a trip scheduled at Volkswagen’s Ehra-Lessien Test Track in Germany in the late spring, to ship both cars over to run them wide open.”

The smile Maxum had now as he talked about the once upon a time top-secret, thirty mile oval track, was worth more than the cars he talked about and it had Darko falling for him. There was something about him that put him in a class all by himself. A self made business man that afforded him whatever he wanted, yet he lacked the ego that was customarily found with such status. Maxum was laid back with nearly everything Darko had seen him in, except maybe, his lust for raw unadulterated sex. He gave off air of regalness that only lent further to the pet name he’d tagged him with as his knight. Yet inside all that as Darko listened to Maxum talk about his experience racing down the last fifteen miles stretch as fast as he could push the limits, Darko also saw a kid waving his prized Mickey Mantle baseball card or something that was equally heartfelt inside. He may be wealthy, but he was human too and that was the part about him Darko liked best.

As the next hour and a half passed by, talk over food went from cars to motorcycles. From Maxum’s trip to how Darko got involved in sculling. Maxum asked questions like how the
in-your-face
iconic name came about for the Greenwich Queens Rowing Team and he listened as Darko rambled on about his faster than normal pace that made it impossible for him to compete any other way then as a single-shell rower. The two men could have been best friends just then, catching up on each other’s lives, with an equally invested interest. Only theirs came with some exceptionally steamy extra benefits that as the night dwindled down both were feeling rather eager to get on with.

After a hurried drive back to Darko’s place that showed off Maxum’s driving skills to match his car; he now sat completely naked in the corner of the sofa stroking over his cock as he waited for Darko’s return and was completely taken by surprise when the man came crawling over him from behind the sofa. Stout legs bound with uncanny strength, anchored around his head with his knees propped on the back while he lowered down until Darko’s face came over his lap, putting them both in the perfect sixty-nine position. Sitting vertically, that is.

Maxum didn’t waste any time taking to the man, burrowing his face into the musky scent of cock and balls being offered up to him. He reached up locking onto Darko’s hips and pulled him down until his groin was smashing him in the face. His nose buried in the tanned flesh. He sucked the soft flesh into his mouth moving to one nut then the next, washing each thoroughly with his tongue and inhaled deeply, enjoying every aromatic flavor of the man and hummed his appreciation.

His thoughts skipped several beats when he felt his cock sink inside the warm moist cavern of Darko’s mouth that sent out a warm ripple of pleasure outward.
Damned if this man didn’t know how to feed him
. Maxum’s arms tightened around the lover’s hips crushing him against his face as he swallowed every inch of Darko’s still partially flaccid cock down his throat. Moaning at the joyous sensation of having it thicken inside his mouth, swelling hard flesh pressing against his tongue until he was nearly gagging with the now swollen gland.

Simeon never let him have this with him. In fact, Simeon didn’t like his own cock messed with beyond a hand job. It was a wonder why the man didn’t have it cut off, but then if Simeon had done that Maxum would have dumped him in a heartbeat. If he was going to have a man in his bed, he’s going to be a complete man, cock and all. Here, Darko didn’t thwart him, and so far allowed him to revel in his oral obsession. As Maxum figured, the man would likely even make him partake if he even thought to skip over such luxuries. Nevertheless, it wasn’t the case. Maxum loved a man’s body, loved tasting, smelling, and feeling every inch of it. He was addicted to it. The male body was his fetish and Darko suited his fetish perfectly.

Yet Simeon had his good points, having been the perfect partner on his arm; making himself the near perfect trophy husband. Simeon’s feminine wiles made him a social butterfly hit at all the parties and public socials. Befriending the wives of all Maxum’s partners in record time, he went to a calendar full of luncheons and teas with them. Essentially making himself the perfect
pet-gay
friend. Simeon kept the women entertained and feeling important, that alone made Maxum’s clients happy. However, Simeon was sometimes too flaming for his own taste. Not the androgynous male beauty Dane Masters’ brother Vince was, but most definitely a
queen
.

Not so was the man presently flipped over him, sucking on his cock right now, proffering his own to him. Darko was pure dark lust and all alpha male that surprisingly seemed to enjoy flip-fucking. Definitely a new thing for himself. But he was addictively hooked at the moment on the open invitation to vent out his deeply suppressed needs with him. He almost laughed just imaging Simeon’s reaction if he had ever asked him to top just one night.

Maxum brought up his fingers soaked them down with saliva and reached up circling Darko’s tight rosette and pushed in. He felt the ripple that trickled down Darko’s body at his doing. The sensation was exquisite, kicking his rapaciousness up another notch. Maxum moved his fingers in and out slowly, enjoying the silky sensation of Darko’s inner walls. He twisted and crooked a finger catching Darko’s sweet spot and the effect reflected in Darko’s mouth tightening around his shaft.

“Oh god, fuck me, your body is amazing.” He groaned aloud licking over Darko’s thigh while he watched his finger slide in and out the puckered entrance, while his lower regions drowned in utter sensation. Maxum hadn’t expected his appraisal to be taken as invitation but that was exactly how Darko took it coming up off his body his cock slipping from his lips with a loud pop and was quickly tossing him over to his hands and knees over the back of the sofa. “I’ll be more than happy to oblige you.”

“Wait.” Maxum resisted a moment, he was still in
eating
mode and wasn’t through with Darko’s cock yet. He’d had every intension of tasting his spunk tonight.

“Ah, no way honey. You said
fuck you
and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Besides it’s my turn after all.” His hand magically procured the foil and tore it open in his teeth, and on rolled the condom while his fingers smeared a small amount of lube around, and in Maxum’s hole.

Just a couple of teasing kisses of his cock against the tight pucker and Darko was sinking in. His lungs hissing out a loud expulsion of air as he sank all the way to his hilt. Heat and the tight clench of muscled walls wrapped around his shaft, engulfing him in the promise of terminal bliss. What was it about this man that it felt so much better when fucking him than any other man he’d been inside? Darko let his head fall back off his shoulders, eyes closed just letting every nerve-ending dive right into the heat his cock was soaking up. He growled what he hoped would sound like pure approval because damn it felt incredibly good. His fingers clenched into Maxum’s hips, knees shifting as he prepared to drill into the man.

Maxum curled, fisting into the cushion back, curses groaning from his throat and that first sweet stretch of pain was easily coated with Darko’s touch of honey as his cock started sliding in and out of his channel. The exquisite elixir of somatic lust starting to work in him like a primed Formula-1 car, warming up on the tracks. His own cock lobbing up and down, his pre-cum drizzling out the eye. “Oh fuck, that’s incredible.” And he pushed back letting this forbidden lover know he was ready for him to let loose and burn up the tracks.

But as eager as Maxum was to get to the pounding, his driver was seemingly reluctant to get to it. He shot a pleading look over his shoulder and was met with deep blue eyes that weren’t just looking at him but looking into him with a euphoric glaze. His hips sliding slowly in and just as slow coming out. A hand let go of his hip and was suddenly swiping over his own chest, his lover licked over his lips and those blue eyes rolled to the back, taking his head right along with it when the nearly nine inches of thick uncut cock slowly bottomed out inside Maxum’s hole. “Fuck, you are so fucking beautiful but dammit Darko I don’t know how much longer I can hold on with this slow motion stuff. I need you pounding me—” Maxum growled, “Fuck me damn it.” He pushed back only to feel both hands back on his ass keeping him in place and damned if Darko didn’t make him endure it longer.

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Maxum had every intention of getting dressed and leaving as soon as they were finished with their fuck fest, but just as much as his first time with Darko, he was so fully sated he fell asleep coiled up with the man’s arms and legs around him. He’d just get some sleep and slip out at first light. But when morning came he lingered, idly helping himself to a shower, telling himself he’d skip out after that, but now that he was standing there looking at the man lounging in the bed with a
to die for
body, Maxum still couldn’t bring himself to leave.

He needed to get out of here. It was all wrong. He shouldn’t feel so transfixed with anyone as much as he wanted this one. However, already his cock was tenting under the towel wrapped around his hips. Even his ass, that until this last week and a half had been cock-free since he finished college, was aching to be stuffed again.

Darko stirred in the bed, a hand floating over chest muscles, scratching then fell idle across his stomach. Maxum took a deep breath and groaned.
Maybe just one more toss and then I’ll go
. He told himself.

Maxum crawled up on the bed positioning himself over the tantalizing body he’d just been admiring and planted a hand to either side of his head just hovering over him as he stirred awake.