The Party Boy's Guide to Dating a Geek (Clumsy Cupids) (30 page)

sharply at Fee's jaw. "Fee? Now, okay? Right

now. We'll do slow later. I'm gonna … I'm gonna

lose it if you don't just—"

Fee kissed him hard, cutting off the words. "I

know. Yeah. Grab the stuff from the drawer."

Ash sat up, straddling Fee's hips, and reached

over to the nightstand beside the bed. He avoided

the handful of flavored condoms scattered

throughout the drawer and went straight for the

unopened box of lubed ones he'd brought over the

week before. No need to worry about taste at the

moment. There was only one place he wanted

Fee's cock, and it wasn't his mouth.

He tossed the box to Fee and felt around in the

drawer until his hand closed around the bottle of

lube. That
had
been opened, and the memory of

Fee's skillful fingers made Ash shudder a little in

anticipation.

Fee handed him one of the foil condom packets

and took the bottle, clicking open the top and

pouring a generous puddle into his palm. He shut it

and placed it on the nightstand, then reached

around Ash's hip, briefly caressing his ass before

slipping his fingers between Ash's cheeks to seek

out his entrance.

Ash's breath came out in a shaky moan when one

of Fee's long, slick fingers circled his rim and

pressed slowly inside. His head fell back, the

condom in his hand forgotten as he ground down

into Fee's touch.

"Oh, yeah," he whispered. "More." He moaned

again when Fee added a second finger, stretching

him, delving in deep.

When Fee found his prostate and rubbed it

gently, Ash knew he couldn't wait another second.

He forced himself to concentrate long enough to

rip open the condom packet and slide the latex

onto Fee's cock. He grabbed the lube and squeezed

a bit onto Fee's tip, then used his fist to slick it

down.

"Inside me."

Fee's eyes met his, dark and hazy with desire.

"Like this?"

Ash nodded, going up onto his knees as Fee's

fingers slid from his ass. Fee gripped Ash's hip

with a slippery hand. The other he used to reach

between Ash's splayed thighs, holding his cock in

place as Ash positioned himself and began to sink

down.

Fee let go once the head had slipped inside. Ash

kept their gazes locked as he seated himself

completely, his body opening up to accept Fee's

shaft, his muscles relaxing by instinct. Ash loved

to bottom, and he was good at it, too. One of the

many reasons he'd been so popular with the guys at

the clubs. But he wasn't about to think about them.

All those times were inconsequential when

compared to this—Fee's fingers digging wells into

his hips, Fee's body arching up into his, those

warm, brown eyes watching him as if Ash made

the moon set and the sun rise.

Once upon a teenage mistake, Ash thought he

was in forever love, the kind of love that started

wars and built the Taj Mahal. He knew at that

moment how wrong he'd been. Without his even

realizing it, Ash had fallen for Fee, harder and

faster than he'd ever fallen for anyone.
This
was

the love he'd thought he'd had before, but there was

no real comparison between the two. It was like

putting a matchstick beside a raging inferno—one

of them would be completely consumed.

Fee thrust hard into him and reached up to curl a

hand around Ash's nape. Ash allowed himself to

be pulled down into a bruising kiss, their tongues

intertwining, mimicking the action of their hips.

They kissed and pressed even closer together,

Ash's cock trapped between their sweat-slick

abdomens as they moved. His own belly was flat

but soft. Fee's was rock hard from daily trips to the

gym. Ash reveled in the feel of that powerful body

moving under his own, those muscles bunching and

flexing as they writhed together on the bed.

Nothing Ash had imagined during the past few

weeks could have prepared him for what it was

really like to be with Fee. The pleasure coursed

through his body in a rush, setting every nerve

ending ablaze, burning in his veins like molten

ecstasy. Fee jabbed up into him in tight, little

circles, stretching his muscles in a way that nearly

made Ash lose his mind. It was too much—the lust,

the desire, the bone-deep need to get closer, move

faster, pull Fee in even farther. Ash wanted to

bring their bodies together in every possible way,

wanted to be immersed in Fee and Fee in him. The

yearning for that connection was almost painful in

its poignancy.

Ash slammed down onto Fee, searching for

more, harder, squeezing his inner muscles and

rotating his hips, wanting to give Fee as much

pleasure as possible, make it so that Fee could

never even
think
of fucking anyone but Ash ever

again. It was mindless, consuming, blind, searing

passion, lips and tongues colliding, bodies

straining and frantic with the need for release.

More.
It was the only word in Ash's head. He

wanted more, everything, wanted to drown in Fee.

Enough could never be enough, not of Fee, not of

this. The feel of Fee inside him was perfection.

Ash couldn't stand for it to end.

But of course, it couldn't be stopped. They were

racing toward the pinnacle, Ash grinding down

desperately, Fee grunting and pounding up into

him, his fingers gripping bruises into the skin of

Ash's hips.

Something inside of Ash was building, shaking,

growing, and expanding. He had to bite back a sob

when it finally shattered, splintering apart like

blown glass. He came with Fee's name on his lips,

spurting warm, slippery spend into the space

between their chests.

Fee followed behind him seconds later after a

final few shoves, his body going taut. Ash watched

him, his gaze lingering on the way Fee's eyelids

and jaw clenched shut, the way the cords of his

neck stood out in relief as he tensed. The only

noise to escape Fee was a groan, long and low, the

sound vibrating through his chest and into Ash.

After a moment, Fee's eyes fluttered open. They

stared at each other, bodies still locked together,

the room silent save for their panting breaths.

"Fee, I … I really …" Ash couldn't bring

himself to say it. He felt it, God knew, but he was

terrified. Scared it was too soon, afraid he'd

frighten Fee off by admitting it aloud. He'd never

said those words to anyone, not in a romantic way.

Not even to the person he used to think he might be

with forever.

Fee leaned up and kissed him softly, his arms

sliding around Ash's waist and holding him tight.

"Ditto."

Ash laughed. That was at least one movie

reference he recognized. "You're a dork," he

whispered, smiling down at Fee.

Fee grinned back. "I am."

Ash shook his head. He knew Fee needed to get

up and deal with the condom, knew that soon their

skin would start to stick together, but he didn't feel

inclined to move. "
My
dork," he clarified.

Fee smiled even wider. "All yours."

Ash covered that smile with his own, returning

Fee's earlier kiss. "Ditto."

Chapter Thirteen

DENIAL (OF SERVICE)

ATTACKS

Denial of Service (DOS) attacks are instigated with the

express purpose of crashing a system. The most common

method to bring about this crash is flooding the system

with information to the point where the receiving system

cannot process it. Everything crashes at some point. Your

geek may suffer from a similar crash from time to time if

you overload his comfort levels. He may pull away and

shut down, not allowing you access to him. The best

approach when this happens is to pull away and allow

your geek to reboot his system, so to speak. The level of

recoverability from these attacks depends on the severity

of the issue at hand. Make sure your geek knows you are

available to him when he’s made it through the bootstrap

process.

13.1

Thanksgiving approached in a rush of activity.

Ash split most of his time between The Ink Tank,

Fee's apartment, and the school where he was

taking his accounting class. He found that it was

easier to avoid distractions if he did his homework

and studying there, and he figured he would

probably continue the tradition when he started his

management course in December.

As the weeks passed and the first class ended,

Ash got more and more excited. With Fee's help,

he and Ty had purchased a domain and set up a

simple website. For now, it was just a splash page

with the logo for Ashes and Ink, which they chose

as a nod to both Ash's first name and Ty's last.

Eventually, it would be expanded to include

virtual portfolios, information about their shop,

and a section for frequently asked questions. Ash

had already started compiling a list, beginning

with the most common request: aftercare advice.

Fee had also directed them to a site where they

could find listings of business spaces available for

rent. Ash and Ty found a few potential locations

and started making arrangements to visit them all.

Ty seemed mostly excited, but there were moments

he wavered toward sad and withdrawn. Ash

couldn't figure out why, but anytime he asked, Ty

refused to discuss it. Ash wasn't sure what else to

do but let the matter drop, at least until Ty was

ready to confide in him. In the meantime, he'd wait

and do his best not to drive himself crazy with

worry.

A couple of weeks after Halloween, Fee made

up with Donovan, who even extended the olive

branch by emailing Ash to apologize for the way

he'd behaved. Ash had replied, and though they'd

probably never be particularly close, Ash thought

they might one day be friends.

Most nights Ash slept at Fee's. It was just

easier. Fee didn't have any roommates, so there

was no one to overhear them if they got loud. Well,

if
Ash
got loud. Fee was fairly quiet during sex, but

Ash was—and always had been—very vocal. The

one time they'd had sex at Ash's place, Fee had

alternated muffling Ash's cries with either his

mouth or his hand, but Carley and Jae still gave

them crap the next morning. Ash was used to it, but

Fee had blushed and stammered, which Ash

secretly found adorable, though he would never

tell Fee as much.

Things were going well. Perhaps too well in

hindsight. Ash should have known it wouldn't be

long before the smooth waters they'd been sailing

finally got choppy. He was just so happy, so glad

that for once in his life everything was lining up

exactly as he hoped, that it totally blindsided him

when things suddenly went to hell.

It started with a phone call about Thanksgiving.

Ash had always assumed he and Fee would spend

it together. But when he called Fee the week

before to make plans, Fee's response surprised

him.

"So, I was thinking," Ash said, tilting his head to

the side to cradle his cell between his ear and his

shoulder as he wiped down one of the work

stations after closing down The Ink Tank. "How

about we split the day up? We can go to your

parents' for a while, and then over to Jackson and

Mari's. You know he wants to propose in front of

everyone after dinner."

Fee was quiet so long Ash thought the call had

been disconnected, but when he checked the

screen, the call timer was still going. "Fee?"

"Maybe I'll just meet you at Mari's," Fee said.

His voice sounded a little odd. Tense, maybe.

Ash moved the phone to his other ear and started

on the next station. "What do you mean?"

"I … I'm only going to be at my folks' for an

hour or two. Besides, your parents will be in town.