Whatever the Cost (2 page)

What the hell am I doing? What would people say if they knew I was doing this? What the fuck was I thinking?

He grunts, blushing a deep red when he realizes how hard he is. William keeps manipulating him through his jeans. The friction and heat from his fingers and palm, the particular rolling press of them is too good. But Tucker can’t really contain the evidence of his enjoyment anyway, given that he hasn’t let anyone touch him like this in so very long.

“Don’t get the wrong idea here,” Tucker says before his brain can completely leak down into his dick. “I don’t do this. I’m not that guy. Hell, I’m not into guys at
all
. I was just… curious.”
Liar. Why are you lying to him? You really think he cares?
“Being on the road with the band, there’s always these women just throwing themselves at us. God, that sounds really arrogant, doesn’t it? The fuck is wrong with me?”

“It’s okay. Keep going,” William coaxes, his nimble fingers working to loosen Tucker’s belt now. “Tell me about them. They’re your groupies?”

“I guess. They’re as sweet as could be. Some of them are really hot, you know. But they just don’t—don’t interest me as much anymore. And then, when I talked to Della….”

“She thought you and I would get along?” William supplies.

“Yeah, she sure did. Are you from Louisiana, because I’d swear I can hear a hint of a—”

“Yep. You?”

“Yeah,” Tucker sighs, then shivers as William finally gets his pants opened and pulls Tucker’s dick out. Stroking silky skin stretched tight over thickening, pulsing flesh with one hand, he plays gently with Tucker’s balls with the other.

Eyes rolling up into his head with delirious pleasure, Tucker fights not to thrust into the touch. He tries to maintain some control of what’s happening, but it’s so tempting, feels so exquisite.

In a low and seductive purr, William asks, “So, Tucker, what
does
interest you? What do you
want
?”

He doesn’t even need to think about it. “Your mouth.”

William chuckles darkly. Sliding backward up farther onto the bed, he wraps both hands behind Tucker’s thick, clenched thighs and guides him forward so that he’s kneeling on the mattress between William’s spread legs. Discreetly, William slips a condom from his pocket and tears the wrapper open, rolling the latex sheath onto Tucker, who barely notices.

“Is that all?” William asks with a cocked eyebrow, biting his lip almost eagerly, wanting more.

Yes. That’s all. But those fuckin’ jeans.... That perfect, round butt encased in that smooth, worn denim, and the way he’d buck and moan if I peeled those jeans down, stuffed my fat cock up his pink pucker, and fucked him rough, as deep as I could get.

“No. It’s not.” Knowing he shouldn’t feel guilty for saying it, Tucker does anyway.

“Good,” William smirks, seeming pleased.

Steadying Tucker’s erection in the junction of his thumb and index finger, William opens his mouth, his tongue pushing forward. He licks a few times, repeatedly, greedily, up through the divot on the underside of the head, making Tucker shudder, then feeds Tucker into his mouth, closes his lips behind the ridge and hums. With the straining flesh cradled on his tongue, William makes a tight seal around it with his lips and sucks lightly at first, hollowing his cheeks. Applying pressure to the bundle of nerves under the ridge, William guides Tucker back, inch-by-inch; sucking harder the deeper he goes. With eyes upturned to Tucker’s face, William sees Tucker’s expression—shyness overcome with wrenching need and a desperate fight for composure. Unwilling to let that hint of bashfulness win out, William holds Tucker by the hipbones and urges his hesitant partner gently into movement. Tucker swallows back a moan, but complies, and starts to thrust at a gradually building pace. The total stranger latched on to him allows Tucker to slide as deeply as he wants without complaint or anything but hungry moans.

Once he’s buried, hugged tightly by the hot, wet, velvety vice of William’s throat, Tucker’s nervousness miraculously disappears and he’s only driven, wanting more and ready to take it, pushing again and again. Each thrust is harder than the last. Tucker threads his fingers through William’s soft, tousled, short hair, hooking his hands around William’s ears as he rides his mouth, watching with pleasure as he takes the brutal treatment. William blinks as his eyes tear up, his lips and chin shiny wet with saliva.

When Tucker happens to slip free for a brief moment, William licks and suckles just the head of his dick for a long, unending moment, moaning wantonly like there’s nothing he wants more than a mouthful of Tucker. The low-pitched sound tickles up Tucker’s shaft, making him shiver and pulse, dribbling pre-come inside the sheath of the condom. No longer able to hold in his cries, Tucker gasps and moans, and just when he thinks William can’t possibly suck harder, he does. It almost hurts. With one hand still closed up carefully around Tucker’s sac, William tugs on it when he feels the testicles draw up, getting ready to shoot.

With a small shout, Tucker trembles and bucks. His orgasm is so close that when William pulls off with a wet slurp, Tucker growls in complaint.

Unashamed, flushed and horny, his lips darker now and swollen, William rasps, “Wanna fuck?”

Jesus.

Focused on William’s used and abused lips, how filthy and debauched he looks, all Tucker wants is to get his fingers up William’s hole, to fuck his tight little knot until it’s just as swollen and wet as his lips are.

“Hell yeah, I wanna fuck.”

“You or me? Whad’ya say, cowboy? Want me to take you for a ride? Nothing better in the world than a thick cock fucking your brains out.”

Breathless, aching, Tucker frowns as he debates the offer. William is greedily palming his ass, squeezing the muscle, and Tucker has never wanted that, to be the one that receives. But in that moment, hearing William suggest it, it sounds like it would be the best thing in the whole goddamned world. Tucker believes completely that it could be. There’s still something he wants more, though. This time. Next time is a whole other story.

Is there going to be a next time? I guess maybe there is.

“You. It has to be you. I fucking have to be inside you.”

“You sure?”

He knows. How does he know? Am I that obvious?

“I’ll make it so good for you,” William promises darkly, so very temptingly, trailing a single finger down Tucker’s ass crack. Deliberately stroking over his opening, feeling it clench, making sparks of sensation rocket up Tucker’s spine, William sees Tucker frown more deeply and sigh.

“I can’t,” he barely whispers. “Not yet. I’m not ready.”

“Okay. That’s okay. We’ve got time. As much time as you need.”

Fuck.

“It’s just, you’re so hot, as soon as I saw you,” William confides softly, his eyes sparkling, “wanted to bend your ass over the damn bed and just fucking bury myself in it.”

Swaying a little on his knees, too hard, too worked-up, some of Tucker’s apprehension crawls back into his gut. Sensing it, William turns swiftly, getting up onto his knees, facing away from Tucker. He twists his shirt free and slides his pants off before Tucker even sees him undo a single button. All slim, tan, chiselled muscle, William’s body is breathtaking. Now he’s only wearing some skimpy, low-slung, pristinely white boxer briefs that don’t even completely cover his cheeks, the cotton stark against the caramel color of his skin.

Like it has a mind of its own, Tucker’s hand darts out, pushing the briefs down in the back, exposing William’s perfect ass and inserting two fingers into him without asking permission or giving warning.

“Sweet merciful Christ,” Tucker sighs.

William moans softly as Tucker fingers him, corkscrewing the digits up and around, into his heat. He’s already stretched and wet. Tucker slips in a third finger without any trouble, but it gets William to tilt his hips, pushing back onto the fingers. Reaching an arm behind himself to grab on to Tucker for purchase, William’s hungry hole swallows the three thick fingers, clenching up in flutters around them. “It’s… mm… ch-cherry flavored lube, by the way. If you’re into it…
fuck .
”

Primal need drowns out all rational thought. Tucker pulls out, grabs his cock by the root and fits the head against William’s hole. Caressing the sexy-as-sin pair of dimples in William’s lower back, right above his ass, with the pads of his thumbs, Tucker groans loudly as William pushes himself back onto Tucker’s dick, impaling himself on it with a guttural moan of his own.

“So fucking good…
ahh
, god, you’re big….” William gasps a little as Tucker bottoms out and immediately starts fucking him with abandon. Latching onto a spot at the base of William’s neck, Tucker sucks a mark there and muffles his cries against the overheated skin. William is so snug around him, gripping mercilessly. Hard as a steel ramrod, Tucker slams into him, knocking small grunts from his conquest. Wanting it to last forever, but knowing it’s not going to, Tucker rides it right up to the edge, then pulls out, stripping off the rubber and squeezing up his dick. He comes hot and messy over the pert swell of his lover’s bottom, painting it milky white. The viscous fluid drips down the tan muscle, through his crack, as Tucker keeps tugging, keeps coming.

Tingling and sated, he does what he deems the logical thing and reaches around William, finding his long prick fully hard and jutting up between his legs. It sends another thrill through him, the proof that William got off on getting fucked.

“You don’t have to,” William tells him, sounding like he’s trying to catch his breath and hold it together.

“Shut up,” Tucker growls, wrapping the sensitive flesh in a tight fist and pumping. William’s hips stutter as he pushes frantically into Tucker’s hand, chasing the provided, much-needed relief. Glancing at William’s face, Tucker sees his long, sweeping eyelashes flutter closed, his mouth going soft, his lips parting. Sinking the points of his teeth into William’s shoulder, Tucker bites him, then sucks at the shallow dents. Hissing and groaning, William draws his hips back, then ruts forward. “Come, damn it. Fucking come.”

His head falling forward, turning his face slightly away from Tucker almost timidly, William cries out low and long. Every muscle in his body goes tense and he exhales a shaky breath as he spurts, jetting semen over Tucker’s fingers, the bed and his own abdomen. With one last fervent push of his hips, William trembles and relaxes, going boneless. But he’s careful not to lean back against Tucker, keeping his weight on his own knees.

Once Tucker has released him, and they’ve shared a long, serene moment, enjoying the afterglow, William says, “I’m gonna jump in the shower, if that’s okay. You don’t have to stick around if you don’t want to. I can show myself out. It’s your call.”

Too bewildered to reply, Tucker lies down on the bed, stretching out as William gathers up his clothes and disappears with them into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, he re-emerges. Tucker hasn’t moved. William, clothed, clean and fresh, is immaculate once more. Self-consciousness creeps into the edges of Tucker’s tranquility. Naked, dirty and tangled in the bed sheet, he asks, “Can I see you again?”

“Of course. Whenever you want, I’m yours. Just call Della. She’ll set it up.”

“She, um, said she would wire your fee from my account directly. Is that okay?”

Giving his client a sweet, deferential smile, William nods and murmurs, “Yeah, that’s okay.”

“I had a great time. Hell of a lot better than I thought I would. Thank you.”

“No problem. Call me,” William smiles, backing toward the door and slipping his phone from his pocket to call the office and check in with Della. The electronic payment is typical. It means William doesn’t have to deal with the money at all apart from getting paid. But he does want to let her know the job has been completed before he takes off for home.

“I will,” Tucker agrees. “Next time I’m in town.”

“Good.”

As soon as the door closes with a soft click, Tucker rolls over, burying his face in a pillow and releasing a yell full of the last remnants of his pent-up anxiousness into it, needing to be purged of it as much as he needed to be purged of his spunk.

“Oh my
god
,” he bellows into the down. “That was fucking
awesome
!” Rolling again and letting his arms fall widely outward, he bursts into carefree, weightless laughter. “I need to get my ass to L.A. more often. Yeehaw.”

“Hi honey, I’m home!” The door slams and keys jingle as they drop into the porcelain dish sitting atop the narrow table in the foyer. The house is neat and tidy as always – the furnishings sparse but elegant with dark colors and clean lines. It almost borders on being sterile, perhaps in allusion to the fact that it’s not nor will it ever truly be home to the inhabitants. It's merely a temporary resting place on much longer, as-yet-unfinished journeys. In the meantime, the cleanliness comforts those with lives that take them, regularly, to very unclean places. The careful order of things soothes when so much else is amiss.

Footsteps click-clack over smoothly polished hardwood as, from the kitchen at the back of the house, Jacen Pruski calls, “Come and give us a kiss. Hard day at the office?”

“Oh,
yeah
,” William Taye, known to his good friends as Liam, groans dramatically. He makes his entrance in brown leather boots, tight-fitting designer jeans and one of many carefully tailored shirts, this one ivory and blue. The ensemble perfectly complements his diligently toned physique; his short, mussed, sun-kissed hair catches the overhead light like spun silk. Liam gets a heartfelt, welcoming smile from Jacen, who is impressively tall and classically handsome. Jacen’s hair hangs past his chin in richly dark, messy waves, obscuring eyes that are a bright aqua blue. The air smells of Jacen’s famous tomato sauce. One of Mozart’s operas plays quietly from speakers in strategic, discreet places in the walls around the room. Liam feels his phone vibrate as he gets a new message and he glances over it before tucking the phone hastily back away. It’s the details of his next assignment, messaged over from the head office.