Top Me Maybe? (3 page)

Tyler pulled himself away from Duncan to lie on his back again. “Because you didn’t want to be the
girl
,” he said, bitterness colouring his tone. “Because taking it up the arse makes you less of a man?”

There was a long silence. Tyler’s heart was beating fast, adrenaline surging out of control. Where had this conversation gone so wrong?

Duncan rolled to face Tyler again. It was too dark to see his expression, but he put his hand on Tyler’s cheek and turned his head so they were facing each other. Duncan’s warm breath washed over Tyler’s lips, and his voice was hoarse and intense as he continued.

“No. That’s not what I consciously believe at all, not for a minute. I’m not proud of it, but I can’t help having those little voices in my head that try and convince me differently.”

The twist in Tyler’s gut loosened a little at the raw honesty in Duncan’s tone. He brought his hand up and curled it around the back of Duncan’s neck. “It’s okay. I appreciate you telling me. It can’t be easy to talk about.”

“It’s not.”

“Am I the first person you’ve ever admitted all this to?”

“Yeah.”

Tyler smiled, then closed the space between them and pressed a chaste kiss to Duncan’s lips. “Cool.”

“Are we okay now?” Duncan asked.

“Yeah. We’re good.”

Duncan turned away again and snuggled back into Tyler’s arms like he’d done before. They were quiet for a while, and Tyler was beginning to feel sleepy when Duncan spoke again.

“Ty? Are you still awake?”

“Yeah.” Tyler loved it when Duncan called him that.

“You’re versatile, right?” He sounded so nervous, so uncertain.

Tyler’s body tingled with anticipation. He’d hoped this was coming. “Uh huh.”

“Would you….” Duncan cleared his throat. Tyler waited, wanting to hear him say the words. “Would you… top me maybe?”

“Hell yes.” Tyler tightened his arms around Duncan. Just the thought of it had his cock perking up again. “Of course I will.” Without consciously thinking about it, he moved his hips, rubbing his erection against Duncan’s arse.

Duncan drew in a sharp breath. His whole body stiffened in Tyler’s embrace. “Do you want to…? There’s lube and condoms in the drawer behind you.”

Tyler weighed up the options. Do it now while the offer was on the table or wait? But it was late, and they were tired, and if he was going to be Duncan’s first, he wanted to do it right.

He kissed Duncan’s shoulder. “Not tonight. I want to be able to take my time with you.” But he moved his hips again, letting Duncan feel how hard he was. He slipped his hand down Duncan’s stomach, over the soft hair on his belly, and curled his fingers around Duncan’s cock. He was getting hard too, and when Tyler stroked and squeezed, he pushed back, giving Tyler some friction where he wanted it.

“On our next date?” Duncan’s voice was a little breathless.

“Definitely. How about you tell me what you’re gonna want me to do to you?” Tyler asked, his hand still moving on Duncan’s cock. “How do you want it to go? What position? Do you want me to be gentle with you or fuck you hard?”

“I want to be on my hands and knees for you. I want you to drive me crazy, make me beg for it.”

“Fuck,” Tyler groaned. “That’s hot, don’t stop.”

“I want you to rim me, tell me how much you want my arse. I want to suck your cock to get you hard for me and then bend over and take it. You won’t need to be gentle. I know I can handle it. I’ve fucked myself on a dildo before… but I’ve never had a real cock in me. I wanna feel you inside me.”

“Oh my God.” Tyler’s brain nearly short-circuited as he imagined Duncan fucking himself with a toy. Duncan’s cock was wet and slippery in his hand now, and he was thrusting into the grip of Tyler’s hand while Tyler ground against his arse. “Yeah, I want that too. Shit… let me just…” He reached down with his free hand and encouraged Duncan to raise his upper thigh a little. “Let me… there.” He adjusted his cock, pushing it into the space he’d made, then brought Duncan’s leg back to make a channel between his muscular thighs for Tyler to fuck into. He could have done with some lube, but there was enough sweat and precome to make it work like this, and Tyler didn’t want to have to stop what they were doing. He drew his hips back and thrust a few times experimentally. “This okay?”

“Fuck, yeah.” Duncan arched back against him, and Tyler felt more wetness in his palm as he stroked up over the head. “Fuck me, fuck me hard Ty.”

Tyler gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, imagining doing this for real. “I’m gonna. Gonna fuck you real good, baby. Fill you up with my cock… make you come, gonna come inside you.”

Duncan stiffened and groaned, and his cock pulsed in Tyler’s hand, spilling warm, slippery fluid over his fist and onto the sheets.

Tyler thrust harder, wishing he was inside Duncan so he could feel the clench of his body, the contraction of his muscles. But this was enough. He fucked in hard, one last time, and then gasped, mouth open against the skin of Duncan’s back as he shot, slicking the space between Duncan’s legs, smearing his balls and taint with his come.

“Fuck,” he said weakly once his heart was almost back to normal. “I’m knackered now. Three times in one evening. I think I’ve found my limit.”

“Me too.” Duncan’s voice was soft. “Bloody hell. I’m one giant wet patch. Pass me some tissues? They’re on the bedside table.”

Once they’d cleaned up, they went back to their now-favourite position and finally settled down to sleep.

“For someone so big, you make a great little spoon,” Tyler murmured.

Duncan gave a quiet huff of laughter. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It’s meant as one.”

Tyler’s phone alarm woke them at 7:30. He rolled out of Duncan’s arms to turn it off and groaned.

“You okay?” Duncan asked sleepily.

“Yeah, just morning. Ugh.”

“Want coffee?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t have time. I need to get home and shower and change into work clothes, and it’s a half hour walk home for me. Then another fifteen minutes to work.” Tyler didn’t have a car, and the bus across town wouldn’t be much quicker than walking by the time he’d got to the bus stop and waited.

“You can shower here if you want, then I’ll give you a lift home to change and I can drop you off at work. The salon’s not far from the station.”

“Are you sure?” Duncan nodded. “Well in that case, it’s a yes to coffee.”

“Shower first though. I think my legs are glued together.” Duncan chuckled but his cheeks flushed pink.

“Okay.” Tyler felt a rush of heat to his groin as he remembered what they’d done last night and the conversation that had preceded it.

Duncan threw the covers back and got out of bed. Tyler lay for a moment, watching him as he walked across to the door of his bathroom. His arse was fucking glorious, high round glutes sprinkled lightly with fuzz.

Like a peach
, Tyler thought.

His morning wood sprung to attention at the sight.

“Are you coming?” Duncan turned.

“Not yet.” Tyler smirked.

They took care of that in the shower. They didn’t have long, but it didn’t take long. Cleaning each other took a turn for the dirty, and after mutual hand jobs, they emerged damp and glowing.

Over breakfast, Tyler asked the question that had been on his mind ever since he’d woken up.

“Are you still up for what we talked about last night?” He met Duncan’s eyes over their cereal bowls. Maybe Duncan was having second thoughts in the cold light of day. Tyler hoped not.

Duncan flushed but he held Tyler’s gaze. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Tyler needed him to say it to be sure.

“Yes, I still want you to top me.”

Tyler grinned. “Awesome.” He pulled out his phone and opened his calendar. “So, when are you free this week?”

Not only did Duncan drop Tyler off at work—in full police uniform. He also walked him to the door of the salon and kissed him goodbye in full view of the windows.

Julian shrieked so loudly when Tyler walked through the door, blushing and beaming, that Tyler thought all the mirrors in the salon might shatter.

“Fucking hell. You are
such
a lucky bastard. He’s even hotter in the flesh. Isn’t he, Shelley?”

“He’s a handsome one all right,” she agreed. “And what a gent, seeing you to the door like that. I like that in a man. Shows he cares.”

“Sucking face in the street in broad daylight,” Julian said wistfully. “
That
shows he cares.”

Tyler looked in the mirror to straighten his hair. Duncan’s hands had been in it for the kiss and it was a little rumpled. He smoothed his floppy white-blond fringe back into place.

“So, I take it last night went well?” Julian asked.

“Yep.” Tyler knew his smile was smug, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Is that all you’re going to say?”

“Yep.” No way was Tyler going to spill Duncan’s secret fantasies to Julian. They were only for Tyler to know about and Duncan, of course. He felt a warm glow in his chest at the trust that Duncan was placing in him. He wasn’t going to let him down.

They’d scheduled their next date for Saturday evening. Duncan had Sunday off, like Tyler always did, so they could make a night of it and not have to worry about getting up early the next day.

Tyler had invited Duncan to his place this time. If he was going to be in charge in the bedroom, he figured he’d be more confident on his home turf, and anyway, it was his turn to do dinner for Duncan.

Tyler wasn’t much of a chef, so he’d pushed the boat out and went to Waitrose after work and chose some fancy-looking pizzas and salad to go with them. He also picked up some fruit salad for dessert.

The doorbell rang at eight o’clock on the dot.

“Hi.” Duncan gave a nervous smile.

“Hi, sexy. Come in.” Tyler ushered him inside and shut the door. “Don’t look so scared. I won’t bite, unless you want me to.”

Duncan relaxed then, laughing as he hung up his jacket. “Good to know.”

Tyler stepped forward. He had to lean up to kiss Duncan, but he still took control of it, pulling Duncan’s head down and making the kiss dirty as he stroked his tongue into Duncan’s mouth and sucked on his lower lip.

Duncan put his arms around Tyler and kissed him back. With no space between their bodies, Tyler could feel him growing hard. He reached down and cupped Duncan’s crotch, squeezing as he drew back.

“You still up for switching tonight?”

Duncan nodded, his eyes dark with pupil. “Yes.”

“Okay. You want to have a drink and some food first?”

Duncan’s brow furrowed as he considered. “Can we do that after? I’m so keyed up… I’m not really hungry, but if you are—”

“No it’s fine. I had a snack when I got in. I can wait.” Tyler was glad, honestly. The edge of hunger suited his mood, and he didn’t want to have his senses dulled by alcohol for this. “Come on.”

He led Duncan down the hallway to his bedroom. Tyler’s flat was small and he had too much stuff to fit in it. The bedroom was the one place he’d managed to keep clutter-free. Dominated by the large king-sized bed, flanked by two small bedside cabinets, the only other furniture in the room was a built in wardrobe. There was a huge oval mirror on the wall over the bed, positioned to give an illusion of space, and Tyler knew from experience that it was low enough to watch yourself in it while someone fucked you, if you did it doggy style. Tyler had plans to make the most of it tonight.

He went to the drawer by the bed and got out lube and condoms, tossing them onto the bed where they’d be within easy reach, and then he turned to face Duncan. Tyler was nervous about the change in dynamic, but Duncan had asked him for this and he was going to do his best to give him what he wanted.

“Strip for me.” He kept his voice light, but it was definitely a command rather than a request.

Colour painted Duncan’s cheeks, but Tyler could see his erection through his trousers. He was into this. Tyler was too. A thrill rippled through him as Duncan obeyed him, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his gorgeous torso and the thick line of dark hair that snaked down his belly. Tyler palmed his cock as he watched. Only when Duncan was naked did he take off his own shirt.

Duncan watched him intently, his eyes hooded and his dick standing to attention, but he made no move to touch himself or approach Tyler.

Fuck
, that was hot. Tyler had forgotten how much he enjoyed being in control. It had been a while since he’d had a boyfriend who’d let him take charge like this.

Tyler opened the fly of his jeans and pulled his cock out. He fisted it slowly, watching as Duncan’s eyes dropped to stare, and Duncan licked his lips in a movement that seemed unconscious, his attention fully focused on Tyler’s cock and the slow slide of his hand.

“You want this?” Tyler asked.

Duncan nodded eagerly.

“Tell me.” Tyler wanted to hear more from him.

“Yes. I want it. I want you.” Duncan’s voice was hoarse and low, and the sound of it sent a tingle down Tyler’s spine to settle in his balls.

“Do you want to suck it?”

“Yes.” Every line of muscle in Duncan’s body was tense, coiled tight with anticipation.

“Get over here then, and show me how much you want my cock.”

Duncan stepped forward and dropped to his knees, mouthing at the head with parted lips, greedy and desperate.

Tyler put his hands on Duncan’s head to steady him. “Slow down, baby. I don’t want you to make me come like this, so you need to be careful and stop when I say so.”

God, he was so good. Duncan teased Tyler with perfect licks and kisses, sucking lightly but never getting him too close. Tyler rewarded him by stroking his hair and his cheek, thumbing around the stretch of his lips when he sucked on the head of Tyler’s cock. “So good,” Tyler murmured. “You’re so beautiful like this… on your knees for me.” Duncan looked up at him then and his eyes were so full of need that Tyler was hit by an answering jolt of desire that weakened his knees and made his balls draw up.