Ruthlessly His (2 page)

“Tell me,” I say. “Have you been sad for the past few minutes? Or distracted?”

Colt narrows his eyes and smirks. He picks me up out of the chair and drops me on my feet. “I’ve laid out bigger guys than you for less. Lucky for you, you’ve got charm, I’ll give you that much. Either that, or I’m getting tipsy. You didn’t book a cab either, did you?”

Standing in front of Colt is intimidating. His neck is thicker than mine and those arms are made for manual labor. I’m talking, like,
norse-viking kind of labor—building ships and plundering towns. “Maybe the booking didn’t go through,” I say, and take a few steps back. “You seem like a good guy, Colt.”

“My wife made me feel like I was the opposite of good.” He relaxes a bit and paces around the room. “I just want to run or lift or—” he pauses. “Since you’re so intent on sticking around, let’s make you useful. Come and spot me while I blow off some steam.”

We walk through the house into the sizeable garage that has been converted into a home gym. I worry about his shirt and shorts, they’re pretty tight as it is and I don’t think using his muscles is going to help. “Come on,” he says, and loads up the bench bar with two plates on each side. I stand behind him, looking down at his face. He shoots me a cheeky grin and then lifts off the bar.

This a game to him. I think he knows what I’m after.

Colt finishes the set and then racks the bar himself. “You want a go?” he asks.

“Nah,” I say. “I’m more of a bodyweight fitness
kinda guy.”

“You don’t look excessively weak,” he says, and squeezes my thigh. Some blood flows towards my crotch as I laugh nervously. He suddenly holds my hips. “Do you mind if I look at you? It’s part of my job to assess male bodies.”

Not waiting for an answer from me, he turns me around, pulls me against him and runs his hands down my back. “You have good genes,” he says. “Bulk in the right places. You should have played football.” My cock twitches as his does a final pass and runs his hand over it.

I swallow hard and say, “Thanks.”

Colt keeps pumping weights as I watch him. He really does look like he’s blowing off steam. Little beads of sweat are falling from his temples. He looks athletic and fit—bulging biceps and forearm veins glistening under the harsh lighting. Colt sits up on the bench and I join him. His thigh is slick with sweat and it presses against my pant leg. I don’t mind getting a bit wet.

The air smells like fitness, heavy and salty. “Will you get in trouble if you don’t get the photos?” Colt asks.

“It’s not that big of a deal. I’ll just blame you,” I tease.

“Really, though, I wouldn’t want you to lose work because of my family troubles.”

“That’s sweet of you,” I say. Colt seems calmer now, having got his blood pumping. “I could just take some pictures of you. I’m not sure if they’d want that though.”

“Anything I can do to help.” Colt puts his hand on my leg. I know gym bros can get touchy but this feels like something more. I decide to go fishing and take a big risk.

“How was the sex?
If you don’t mind me asking. I’ve heard rumors about straight marriages.”

He doesn’t bat an eye. “In this instance, the rumors are correct,” he laughs. “Let’s just say that it’s been a while.” Colt looks at me. There’s something in his eyes. I can’t tell what it is. He squeezes my leg and stands up. “So where do you want me?”

I stutter, “What? What do you mean?”

“For the photographs,” he says. “You’re getting a bit skittish. What happened to the no-nonsense guy that was giving me shit in the living room,
heh?” Colt gives me a friendly punch on the arm. He plays rough.

I stand up. “Hey, I’m just relaxing,” I say, realizing my response doesn’t even make sense.

“Let’s get to it.” He smiles at me. “I’ll warn you. I don’t think I’m going be a very good subject right now.” His large shoulders loosen a little. It’s starting to get dark outside. My mind drifts off for a second and when I arrive back in the room I swear he’s checking out my ass.

“No, no,” I say. “You’ll be a great subject. You’re like a ball of pure emotion.”

He grins. “Is that what you’d call it. I feel like a crushed bug. Small, dead.”

“I don’t think you’re bad at sharing, Colt. That was almost poetic,” I say.

His
eyes actually light up for the first time and it flips my stomach. “I don’t know much about photography,” he says, “but I know the lighting in here is terrible.”

“What room is better?” I ask.

* * *

His upstairs bathroom has a heated stone floor. It’s as big as his living room. There’s a large walk-in shower and a row of fluffy towels. Colt got changed on his way upstairs and is standing by the radiator in slacks and a crisp blue shirt. I stare at him through my camera. “You should roll up your sleeves,” I say.

“I’m terrible at that,” he says. “Could you roll them up for me? Nancy used to do it.”

I set my camera down on the toilet seat lid. His shirt feels expensive between my fingers. I start to fold his shirtsleeves. Out of habit from cuffing previous lover’s shirts, I gently push my crotch against his thigh. He doesn’t react so I do the same while cuffing his other side. I feel comfy against him. His large powerful body is like a bed. He’s starting to open up a little too.

I’m back behind my camera now, taking shots. He stands in front of the white wall and stares back at me. I guide him through the usual poses. He looks at me over his shoulder. He’s smiling and enjoying himself. I walk up to him and ask, “How about something risqué?”

“Risqué?” he asks.

“Yeah. A photo just for you.”

“I don’t know,” he says. Did his cheeks just flush?

“You have a fit body, you don’t want to capture that?”

“I don’t think so.”

“I mean
, if you’re afraid, that’s no problem.” I bite my tongue and grin.

“That’s how you’re
gonna play it,” he says. “Fine.” He undoes two buttons and says, “Better?”

“It’s a start.” I stick out my tongue.

“I’ve heard about this kind of photo shoot. Where the girl gets taken advantage of.”

“You think I could take advantage of you?” I ask.

“Well, I am emotional.”

“You’re a tough guy with a soft center, Colt. I don’t know why Nancy would leave that.”

“She wasn’t very good at getting to my center, I guess,” he says.

I wonder what the inside of his mouth feels like. I’m feeling cocky and since he’s been open with everything so far, I just go for it.

“Colt,” I say, “Did you ever stray from your marriage?”

“I wish I did. I’ll tell you that much.” So I’ve got a delicious, hunky straight guy in front of me with a lot of pent up sexual aggression.

Noted.

“Did you ever model?”

“I used to get offers, back when I played football. But I couldn’t tell which jobs were for legit modeling and which ones were for gay porn modeling.” He laughs. “I should have been more adventurous in my youth but everyone thinks that. How about you?” He’s definitely flirting with me.

I laugh. “Never. I didn’t even get offers, so you’ve got one up on me.”

He looks me up and down and says, “Huh.”

After a few more shots I walk right up to him and undo another a button. “Live a little,” I say. He doesn’t stop me, so I undo another one. He smiles at me and tilts his head, daring me to undo more. My fingers tremble. Under his shirt, his stomach feels muscular and hard. I undo every last button and step back. His chest and stomach are on show now. He doesn’t say a word, and his face gives nothing away. I bring the camera up but I can’t shoot. I’m too nervous.

“Do it,” he hisses. So I take some shots. He’s more alive now; he’s even moving his body when I pause. His muscles ripple as he adjusts. He moves with purpose. He takes off his shirt and damn if his athletic body isn’t thick, like a ripped power lifter. I keep taking pictures. I don’t know how long I’ve been hard for but he must have noticed.

My cock is straining in these jeans.

I take pictures of his body close up then I tug on his belt, daring him. “Be careful,” he says. “I know you like teasing but can you deal with the consequences?” He looks at me like I’m a piece of meat. “I’m gonna shower,” he says. “You sticking around?”

Colt starts taking his slacks off. He wears gray Calvin Klein boxers. He’s not hard, but there’s blood flowing down there
alright—either that or he has the largest cock I’ve ever seen. I still haven’t put my camera down, and I take a shot. “Hey,” he says, and glares at me.

“I couldn’t resist,” I say. Colt just stands there, daring me to take another.

I shoot more and put it on autofocus because I’m too excited to adjust the manual lens. I want to capture all of this. Colt turns around to show me his back. I guess what they say about squats is true—his ass is large, juicy. His back is defined and V-shaped. The under floor heating is starting to make me sweat.
That and this giant slab of muscle in front of me.

His eyes are all over me. I’m still taking shots, but it’s from muscle memory, I’m so anxious I’m floating above myself. “Leo,” he says. “You’ve become a welcome distraction.” He walks over to me, puts his hands on my trembling camera and takes it from me.

“What are you doing?” I ask. I don’t know how to stand in front of him or where to put my hands. I shuffle from foot to foot.

“How does this work?” he asks.

“You just look through the lens and click the—yeah—the button,” I say. He takes a picture of the floor by accident,
then aims it at me. I give a nervous smile. Click, click. “Hey,” I say and grab the camera back. “I’m the photographer here.” He lets me take it, the keyword being let’s. Because there’s no question, this man is more physically powerful out of the two of us.

And yet, I don’t feel threatened by him.

More like protected. But if he ends up fucking me, and that seems where this flirting is going, this could be the hardest fuck of my life. I mean, hey, I work out, but Colt is something else.

“Boxers off,” I say. He pauses and sticks his thumb into the waistband. A door opens and shuts downstairs, and a woman calls up the stairs.

“Colt? You in?” she says. Colt looks
at me and points into the shower.

“Hide,” he whispers. He yells back to the woman downstairs, “What is it, Nancy?”

“Can you come down here?” she strains. Colt leaves me hiding in the shower. I can’t believe this is what it’s come to. I came here for a family shoot. Should I just run for it and not turn back? I decide to wait a while. I stick my head out of the shower to listen. I hear some yelling and a crash. “You fucking dick!” Nancy yells. “Why are you shirtless? I’ll break every one of these goddamn plates. Who the hell is in this house?” She must have seen my bags.

“A photographer came over for some portfolio shots. Look, look at all this stuff, lenses and gear,” Colt says.

“Whatever,” she says. “You haven’t got the guts to cheat on me in this house.”

“Fuck you,” he yells back, and a door gets slammed.

Someone storms up the stairs. The bathroom door flies open, and Colt is standing there looking furious. “Colt, I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to cause drama,” I say.

Colt pulls me out the shower and puts his mouth against mine. It knocks the wind out of me until his tongue flicks my mouth open and I instinctively bite his lip. “Colt,” I moan. “Do you really want this?”

“I want all of you,” he says. “If you can take it.” He wraps his arms around my body and holds me. Then he lifts my jacket off, then the shirt over my head. He takes off his pants and boxers and pauses to let me look.

I fight back the urge to let my mouth hang open in awe. His cock is thick and smooth. This coach is hung. “Take a picture,” he dares me. “It’ll last longer.” I pick up my camera and focus it right on his lovely cock. I turn the camera to the bathroom mirror to get a shot of me standing next to him. I want to remember this moment.

Colt’s face turns a little red. Is he embarrassed? He flashes a little smile and then runs off. He’s light on his feet and fast. “Colt?” I call after him. “Where are you going?” I follow him with my camera as he runs from room to room.

“I feel weird, okay!” he shouts. Colt keeps ducking behind beds and chairs. I’m getting tons of blurry shots. Eventually, he runs straight at me and tackles me to the ground. I cry out, and he jumps off me. “Are you okay?” he asks.

“Just shocked,” I say, on my back. “That’s all. I’m tougher than I look.” I grin. Colt starts kissing me again. My erection is pushing against my boxers and bumping against his growing cock. He bites and sucks at my lip and then pulls his face away. I can’t believe I still have my boxers on and his nude body is rubbing all over me.

“I do need to shower though,” Colt says. Then he gets up and leaves me there. I manage to get back up myself and try to follow him but he shuts the door in my face.

“Colt? What’s up?”

He speaks to me through the door. “I haven’t been with anyone new in a long time.”

“Are you nervous?” I laugh a little.

“Hey, just because I look tough doesn’t mean I’m perfect,” he says in his gruff voice. This dude is the cutest thing ever.

My cock is pointing up and pushing my boxers out, barely contained. I pull them down, and my erection pings up and slaps against my stomach. I suddenly remember how long it’s been since I masturbated. I’m just aching for an orgasm. I open the bathroom door and walk in with my camera around my neck. Colt is standing right in front of me.