“You’re just messin’ around right?” Sebastian asked hesitantly. “You’re not, like, serious and shit.”
“Serious as a heart attack, bro,” Dave insisted. “Look, it’s not like it’s a free ride. You’re gonna pay the rent. You’re gonna be the one signing the new lease in six months. And you’re the one whose gonna keep Attila’s base nice and neat so Vic doesn’t have a fit when he’s over here twice a week, yeah?”
“Yeah, OK.” Sebastian mulled it over. He’d always liked Dave’s place but it would be a little weird living there by himself, without Dave. “And what about you guys?”
Dave chuckled. “Xav’s been bugging me for a bigger place. So we found one a couple blocks over from Vince’s so I can, y’know, keep him in the style he’s accustomed to.”
Across the room Xavier stuck his tongue out and Sebastian laughed.
That settled, the move soon began, the sorting of what would go and what would stay for Sebastian so the place wasn’t stripped bare. The old sofa would stay, the wiring and equipment for Attila’s operation and some of the kitchen items. The bed went with Dave. He just thought it would be too bizarre to leave it for his little brother, this piece of furniture that had seen so much inventive sex.
Somewhere along the line it occurred to Xavier that this was the first time he would be moving into a place that was actually his. Sure he’d lived alone a few times, but renting a pay-by-the-week room wasn’t exactly the same thing, and although he was still sharing the condo with Dave, obviously, it wasn’t like he was just moving into someone else’s place. This move suddenly felt very…grown up.
There was stuff he could pick out that was his, not just someone else’s stuff that he was using. Buying furniture beyond just a nightstand or a chair was something totally new. They had plenty of offers for help with decorating and shopping, Cody and Jonathan topping the list of volunteers. Xavier had at first thought he would just hand over the cash and let them do whatever they wanted, certainly they’d have the place looking showroom perfect far better than he would.
When it came down to it though, he decided he wanted to furnish and decorate the place himself. Dave wasn’t all that into it and he gave Xav minimal input but otherwise left it up to him. One thing was for sure, years of living with other people’s stuff, regardless of whether it was Josh’s alley finds or Katya’s ultra-refined taste, hadn’t inured him to his own sense of style…and that style tended to run to the expensive.
Heavy Italian leather sofas in a dark brushed mahogany with oversize chairs and ottomans were among the first things he purchased. Then he decided they looked too comfortable to be sitting on bare hardwood floors and so the next day an oriental rug showed up, the reds and golds against the dark brown of the furniture made the whole room feel rich and sensual.
Xav was so please with the way the living room turned out he decided their bedroom needed a makeover and their old bed ended up going into the guest room to be replaced by something bigger. The theme of heavy, well-built furniture, dark woods, rich colors, and plush fabric continued in the master bedroom. He worried at first that the stuff he picked might be too dark and heavy, but the rooms were large enough and when everything was in place, it looked really good. Masculine, no doubt, but elegant, too. Just the right balance of style and comfort. Xav was inordinately pleased with himself
Dave came home after a day of classes to some pretty ritzy looking rooms and he nearly walked back out, thinking he had the wrong place. Used to Goodwill castoffs and thrift store furnishings, all the rich, new things were overwhelming. He was a little afraid to sit down.
“Sweets…” he said in a small voice. “Can we afford all this?”
“No…we can’t, but I can. Don’t worry about it, hon. I took it out of what I had saved, and there’s still a nice chunk of change in the bank. I just didn’t have a reason to spend it before.” Xav said. “You can buy us the new plasma TV when you go back to work.” He grinned.
“Um…OK.” Dave managed a shy smile. “I kinda feel like the kid in that story…the Prince and the…whatever the word is. The poor kid. This the only room so far?”
“Nope. I got the swing hung from the ceiling in the bedroom. Wanna see?”
“Oh, hell, yeah,” Dave said on a strained chuckle, not entirely sure Xav was kidding.
He followed Xavier to the bedroom, letting him play host. No swing hung from the ceiling but Dave couldn’t have been more stunned if there’d been a full suspension rig and trapeze bars.
“Christ on freaking crackers,” he breathed out, his eyes huge. The carved four-poster was big enough for an entire men’s choir. “Do I have to wear silk pj’s and all now, too?”
Xavier had come up behind Dave and put his arms around him. He laughed about the silk pajamas. “If you want to, but I prefer skinnn…” He drew the last word out as he breathed over Dave’s ear and nipped the top.
Dave’s hands came up to cover Xav’s, but he was still uncertain. “Xav, are you sure…”
“Yeah. I said, don’t worry. It’s alright…unless you don’t like it?”
“No, it’s not that.”
Xav gave a little shrug with his arms still wrapped around Dave and he nuzzled at the back of his neck. “I never got to buy anything like this for myself before. I never bought a bed before. Or a couch or…anything. So, I got what I liked.”
Dave nodded and relaxed back against Xavier. “Oh, well, since it’s like that. I was just worried by the size of the bed.” He kept his voice deadpan with effort. “That you were gonna start keeping a harem in here.”
Xavier grinned, kissed the tender spot just behind his ear and then stepped back. With a running leap and a twist that was much more like Xavier than the mature person who picked the bed out, he bounced once and landed flat on his back in the middle of the bed with arms and legs sprawled.
“Oh…now I get it.” Dave nodded sagely. He stalked to the bed, his eyes devouring Xavier. “You want to be my harem boy.”
He crawled up from the foot of the bed between Xavier’s legs, growling as he came.
“Aren’t harems usually full of women and eunuchs?” Xavier asked. He let his hand slither down his body from the top of his chest to between his legs. Cupping his package, he lifted his hips in a little wriggle. “No eunuchs here, thank god.”
Dave took the hem of his t-shirt in his teeth and pulled it up to Xav’s armpits. “See, there were other kinds of harems once, too, I hear…” He lapped at a nipple then sucked hard on it. “Harems with beautiful dancing boys…just waiting anxiously for the Sultan to come and pick one of them…”
Xavier snorted. “I think somebody just wants to play Sultan.”
Dave grinned at him and tickled under his ribs, turning him into a squirming, laughing mass under his hands.
“Stop! Stop it!” Xavier laughed and shoved at his hands.
Playtime was interrupted by the doorbell, much to their disappointment. “We could ignore it,” Xavier suggested, grinding his crotch up between Dave’s thighs, making them both groan.
The doorbell rang again and they both sighed. It was their new place, they had a lot of friends, it was to be expected, and there was always later. Dave got up and pulled a reluctant Xavier to his feet as well.
Once they saw who it was and what they had, Xavier cheered right up. Vic and Cody had come, and Cody who was ever the thoughtful friend knew they would probably be too busy to cook and had brought them dinner.
Cody bounded down the hall, as excited as if it were his own new place. “Oooo, hon, this is epic!” he enthused when he reached the living room. “All butch and sexy…oh, man, you did such a good job. Maybe I’ll have you redecorate our place.”
“You just had the living room redone, little man,” Victor said in a pained voice that implied such changes were about as fun for him as a root canal.
“Just saying it looks perfect, baby. And a perfect spot for making out. Have you tried it yet, Xav?” Cody shoved the casserole at Vic so he could grab Xavier’s hand and pull him to the sofa. He sprawled on his back and yanked Xavier down on top of him for a slow, leisurely kiss.
Xav might have just given him a kiss and then laughed, but Dave had already got him wound up and it didn’t take much to stoke the flame into fire. He caught Cody’s hands and brought them up over his head, pinning them there while he devoured his mouth and ground his hips into him.
“See, now, that’s just so wrong,” Dave said on a melodramatic sigh.
“Hmm?” Victor barely heard him, his eyes glued to the scene on the sofa.
“I just get home and my harem boy gets stolen.”
“Ah.” Victor nodded. “Well, think of it as gaining an extra harem boy instead.” He strode over to the sofa, switched the casserole to one hand, slid an arm under Xav’s waist and hoisted him over his shoulder. “Dinner first, sweets, play later.”
“That’s the second time you’ve interrupted, you know,” Xav said a tad sullenly. “I think you’re gonna have to make it up to me.”
“More than happy to oblige,” Vic rumbled softly. He put the dish in its thermal container down on the kitchen table and shifted Xavier into his arms for a tender kiss. “But we can’t have your bottomless stomach growling, now, can we? Quite distracting.”
“You could give me an appetizer.” Xav suggested, nibbling along Vic’s jaw.
“One track mind.” Dave snorted. “Sit and eat.”
Vic set Xavier down and he gave up with semi good grace once the smell of food hit him. Cody did make good stuff.
They ate and chatted, everyone in good spirits. Cody had just landed a commission with a wealthy, eccentric elderly lady who wanted pieces of “sculptural surprise” built into her house and garden and Vic’s business had never been better.
Finally, when everyone felt satisfied, Victor pushed back from the table. “All right, David, why don’t you show us where you intend to keep your harem boys.”
With a wink and a grin, Dave rose and led the way to the master suite. He still had to get used to the idea of two full bathrooms and a closet big enough to set a cot up in.
“Oh, it’s gorgeous,” Cody breathed when he caught sight of the bed.
“Xav picked it out, too,” Dave said on a soft chuckle.
“Certainly adequate for a harem.” Victor nodded, all seriousness. “I think our boys should undress each other and show us how it works.”
“Finally!” Xavier said, snagging Cody around the waist and reeling him in for a hot hungry kiss. His hands slid under the edge of Cody’s shirt, caressing up his sides as he pulled it up and off over his head. Burying his nose at the side of Cody’s throat, he inhaled deeply, letting his scent fill him and make his head spin while he worked on the button and zipper of his jeans.
Cody tipped his head back on a soft moan, trying to recall for a moment what he was supposed to be doing with his hands. Oh, right, undressing Xav. He slid Xav’s t-shirt up slowly, revealing his lean, perfectly ripped body. He wriggled his hips to help Xavier get his tight jeans down even as he undid the button fly on his impromptu dance partner’s.
Xav slid Cody’s pants down his hips and then stopped for a second when he got a look at what was underneath. A little scrap of satin and lace that was barely holding him in clung to his hips. Xavier dropped to his knees, taking Cody’s jeans down with him. “Bring me to my knees why don’t you,” Xavier breathed out, brushing his cheek over the satin covered bulge of Cody’s crotch and nuzzling at him.
“Glad you like it,” Cody got out in a breathless whisper, fingers combing through Xav’s hair.
The view from the back was just a breathtaking, Cody’s sweet ass not-quite-covered in the green satin and lace confection.
“I want that to stay on for now,” Victor demanded in a husky rumble. His eyes ran over Xavier next. “And are you wearing anything underneath today, my sweet?”
Xav shook his head, incapable of speech at the moment as he ran his hands up and down Cody’s legs. He reached down and shoved his jeans down to his knees so Vic could see just how naked he was under them, his cock already rising from the proximity of Cody’s delicious scent under his nose and beautiful body under his hands.
“Very nice,” Vic said with a grin and then he frowned. “But I think I’m in danger of running roughshod over you, David. This is your harem, after all.”
Dave laughed and slid behind Vic to press up against him and unbutton his shirt. “No problem. You’re our guest, yeah? So we gotta take care of you.” He ran a hand over the ridges of that hard-packed abdomen. “We like taking care of you, big guy. Xav, why don’t you get our Cody warmed up?”
Xavier had no objection to that, he was already working on it. His hand cupped Cody’s adorable cheeks and he took the lacy edge of his panties between his teeth to pull the front of them down. He nuzzled the soft orbs of his balls and slid his tongue up the underside of his stiffening cock. Kissing and licking over the silken head while his hands squeezed lightly at those tender cheeks Xavier made little sounds of delight and opened to take Cody in his mouth.
“Mmm, yummy,” Dave murmured as he slid the shirt from Vic’s arms and licked a wet line over his shoulder. “Aren’t they?”
“Delicious,” Vic agreed in a whisper, trying his best not to drool. With a sudden turn and lunge, he snagged Dave and lifted him, hands cupped under his butt. He nuzzled at Dave’s chest. “And so are you.”
Xavier’s hot mouth slid further down on Cody’s hard cock, although he had one eye on events transpiring over with Vic and Dave.
“What do you feel like, Vic?” Dave cupped Victor’s face between his hands and curled in for a heated kiss while Cody tipped back his head on a long groan.
“Hmm, let’s see…” Vic turned things over for a moment but he couldn’t help notice how Dave’s eyes kept wandering to Cody. Hard to resist when he was turned on like a thousand watt lamp. “Since I am your guest, and you are my host, I think it only polite if we exchange harem boys.”
“Genius,” Dave said with a little grin. “But you gotta put me down for that, big guy.”
Victor obliged and moved over to pepper soft kisses on Cody’s throat. “Would you like to stay here, little man, or do you want to ravish David in private?”
“Oh…ohgod…” Cody moaned as Xavier sucked hard on the head of his cock. “Here… Somewhere else…someone better take me soon… Xav…you want Vic all to yourself?”
Xavier pulled back and let Cody’s cock spring up to smack wetly against his belly. “I didn’t buy a bed big enough for six to use it by myself,” he said with a little grin.
“Well.” Vic spread his hands. “There you have it.”
He pounced, hauled Xavier up into his arms, strode three steps and spilled him onto the bed even as he yanked his jeans the rest of the way off. The t-shirt he left. Nothing was more adorable than Xav half-dressed. Vic toed off his sneakers, stripped completely, and slid onto the bed to seize Xav’s lips in a hard, searing kiss.
Xavier kissed him back with a hungry intensity, a little thrill of pleasure zipping into him as he was stripped and laid out so aggressively and that big body pressed him down into the mattress. He tried to remember the last time he and Vic had been together and was a little startled to realize it had been the ski trip. That long ago. Well, they would just have to make up for lost time, he thought, and hitched his legs over Vic’s hips invitingly.
“You are such a hot little beauty,” Vic growled against his lips, grinding into Xavier, rubbing the undersides of their erections together in a way that sent sparks through him.
Dave took Cody’s jeans off the rest of the way and put him back in his panties before he picked him up more gently. “Hey, cutie.”
“Hi.” Cody murmured, running a finger over Dave’s chest. “Are you staying dressed?”
“We’ll take care of that, don’t worry.” Dave’s kiss was heated but tender.
He could roughhouse with Xav but Cody always made him feel protective and careful. Maybe that wasn’t fair, Cody was a tough little dude, but he couldn’t help it. He brought Cody to the bed and laid him down before stripping out of his clothes and stretching out between his legs to nuzzle at the satin as Xavier had been doing.
Vic’s mouth closed over Xavier’s nipple in a hard suck and his back arched, fingers tangling in the thick mass of his dark hair. “Mmm… you give the nicest housewarming gifts.” Xavier purred.
“So glad you’re pleased,” Vic murmured against his skin. He took both Xavier’s wrists in one hand and pinned them above his head, a wave of heat rushing through him as Xav squirmed. He wanted, oh, so many things, but he wanted to please Xavier most of all.
“Hold that thought for just a moment,” He kissed Xavier’s nose and slid off the bed to rummage around in the closet. When he returned it was with rope and the silk tie from a bathrobe. The silk fastened Xavier’s wrists together, tied off to the bedpost nearest his head. The ropes Vic tied around his ankles, which he lifted into the air, just about even with his head and fastened them to the headboard, leaving Xav with his legs spread wide and his body almost bent double.
Xavier tugged experimentally on the tie around his wrists but he already knew there was no getting out of it. Vic was very good at making sure the circulation wasn’t cut off and yet still tying the bonds very tight. Xavier breathed deeply, his skin tingling and heat chasing around in him. He squirmed a little bit, making his cock throb with need and a little moan escape at the way the ties pulled at him.
Cody licked his lips, unaware of how large his deep blue eyes had grown. His hand tightened in Dave’s hair on a rush of desire. With Xav’s legs up in the air and spread wide, he just looked so…bad and so delicious.
“Dave, hon, oh, please,” he got out in a hoarse murmur.
“Hmm?” Dave lifted his head to lean his chin in his hand.
“Me, too, please, please, please,” Cody said on a desperate squirm.
Dave laughed softly and flipped Cody over onto his stomach. He knew what the little beauty wanted and he’d been getting to it but to hear him plead made it that much sweeter. He stripped Cody’s undies off and used them to tie his hands behind his back.
Cody moaned and spread his legs wide.
“Tsk, lie still hot stuff,” Dave whispered to him. He pressed those perfect ankles back together and wound a pair of bootlaces around Cody legs from knees to feet.
Across the bed Victor watched while his large hands roamed Xavier’s skin, not quite ready to start yet since he enjoyed the view, both of them, so much.
“Vic…” Xavier murmured his name and when he turned his head toward him, Xav lifted his head as far as he could to catch his lips in a kiss full of tender fire.
The flames in Vic’s midsection leaped immediately to titanium melting point. His hand groped for the tube on the nightstand while he devoured Xavier’s soft lips. Then he gave that perfect, sexy ass a little swat.
“Don’t rush me, my sweet,” he growled softly. Though he smiled, he meant it. His size gave him no choice but to take his time with his lovers. His smile grew softer when he eased one finger inside Xavier’s tight passage and received a sinfully sweet moan.
Xavier’s wrists rotated in the confines of the silk tie. Not that he truly wanted out, but the denial of being able to pull free was a powerful aphrodisiac. Almost as much as the powerful body leaned over him getting him all hot.
A second finger joined the first and Vic no longer stole glances over at Cody and David. His attention lay riveted on the lovely body squirming beneath him. “I want you,” he whispered in Xav’s ear. “So bad my heart’s about to burst.”
“MMmmm-me too.” Xavier said with a breathless groan, although the way he wriggled on Vic’s probing fingers suggested something lower might burst first.
Vic laughed softly, fingers caressing through Xavier’s hair. He took a good grip to hold his head still and lowered his mouth to devour the soft skin of Xav’s throat. A third finger joined the other two and he growled in delight at the way Xav opened for him, relaxed and ready.
Xavier closed his eyes, his neck stretched in a graceful line where Vic caressed with his lips. He made a small pleading sound, heeding Vic’s warning not to rush him, but wanting more.
“So hot,” Cody whispered and then cried out as Dave’s tongue breached his opening. “Ohgod…oh…Dave…hon…take me…” He squirmed in desperation, trying in vain to spread his bound legs and lift his butt all at once. “Don’t tease me so…”
“All right, beautiful, easy, easy.” Dave slid an arm under his waist and lifted so Cody ended up on his bound knees, ass in the air, head and shoulders on the mattress. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”
He snagged the lube and slid a good blob over his rock hard cock. With a little wink, he caught Xavier’s gaze, pumped his fist over his cock a few times just to see Xav’s eyes glaze over, and then straddled Cody. A gasp leapt from him as he pushed his head past the tight, puckered ring.
Vic’s mouth recaptured Xavier’s in a ferocious kiss as he shifted up and angled himself at Xavier’s wonderfully exposed entrance. “Are you ready for me, my sweet?” he murmured against Xav’s lips. “Is this what you want?”
“Uhh…yeah…” Xavier breathed, his body practically vibrating with anticipation.
Vic clicked his tongue in exasperation. “Dreadful manners for a harem boy. David, what have you been teaching him?” He rubbed the leaking head of his cock over Xavier’s backdoor, teasing mercilessly.
A small frustrated whimper came from Xavier’s throat. “Vic…please…” he whispered. “Please…I want you so much…”
“Much better, such a good boy.” Vic leaned in for a tender, reassuring kiss as he eased his head inside Xavier’s tight heat. “Oh…such a sweet boy,” he got out in a heated whisper before he sank halfway in and lost the power of speech on a hard groan.
Xavier sucked in his breath as he was breached by that magnificent rod, his hands flexing spasmodically around the tie holding him to the bedpost and his lean body undulating slowly.
In small movements, Victor began to work his way inside. He savored every inch gained, every wriggle and soft pleasured sound from beneath him. Arms wrapped around Xavier he held him tight and let his weight down, rolling his hips on heated, grunting growls.
Dave unconsciously matched his rhythm, buried deep inside Cody, that sweet, beautiful ass squirming and pressing into his crotch. He peppered kisses over the smooth skin of Cody’s shoulders and reached a hand around to fist his ramrod straight erection.
“Dave…oh…harder…please…just a little…”
He obliged and the sounds he got…christ…enough to make a man’s brain melt.
Xavier licked his lips, moving as much as he was able with Vic. His erection lay hard and throbbing between his legs as Vic impaled him slowly and then began to thrust steadily. He tightened his muscles inside, gripping Vic’s invading member and sending jolts of pleasure through them both.
A large hand slid between them to wrap around Xav’s cock. “Xavier…” Vic moaned as he thrust a little faster. He didn’t often have to fight his control so hard but Xav was so beautiful, so willing and eager, he blood sang with raging desire.
A whisper came from the other side of the bed. “Dave…tell me what to do…say the words…please…”
“You want to come, beautiful?” Dave husked out, his hips pumping hard.
“Oh, yes…yes, please, please.” Cody writhed and whimpered, a microcosm of overwhelming sexual need.
Dave punctuated his words with long, hard thrusts. “Come for me, Cody. Now.”
The little whimpers turned to escalating cries of pleasure. Cody bucked and jerked under Dave as much as his bonds allowed. “OhgodohDave…sodamngood…ohmyfreakinggod…”
When Cody came like a runaway tanker truck, Vic’s brain did melt and he thrust into Xavier with a hoarse bellow as his climax shot up from his balls.
Xavier was panting through his teeth as Vic pounded into him and stroked his leaking cock faster. The feel of him shoving all the way in, as deep as he could go, and filling him with liquid heat made his head spin and his cock twitch. It was almost too much, almost more than he could take with Vic’s weight pressing into him, and then the coil unwound deep inside and he nearly screamed with the pleasure of the relief as he came in spasmodic spurts.
A deep, hoarse groan shuddered from Vic as Xavier’s body gripped him hard, the aftershocks as intense as the climax. His vision tunneled with night-dark patches. Dave’s bellows as he came sounded a hundred miles distant. He buried his face against Xavier’s shoulder, trying to recall how to breathe as Xav bucked and heaved beneath him in tsunami-force ecstasy.
The sudden stillness, the abrupt silence except for several sets of gasping pants, startled him. Shaking and dizzy, Vic made himself move, freed Xavier with a few swift, sharp tugs and rolled to put that beautiful, lean body on top, Vic’s softening cock nestled inside him. Still Xavier didn’t move on his own.
“Xavier? Sweetheart?” he murmured softly as his fingers caressed through honey-blond hair.
“Mmrph.” Xav murmured against his shoulder, not moving or even opening his eyes. “I think I like this bed.”
Victor chuckled, relieved. “Yes. A fine piece of workmanship. Not even a creak.”
Xavier turned his head and smiled at where Dave and Cody sprawled together.
Dave turned them so they faced Xavier, Cody spooned up against his front.
“It’s so comfy,” Cody purred, eyes half-shut. “And you could wrestle on it without worrying about somebody falling off.”
“Hrmph,” Dave grunted as he kissed Cody’s shoulder. “I might have to go sleep in the guestroom when Xav’s working, though. I’m gonna feel lost all alone in this monster.”
Xavier slid to Vic’s side so he and Cody lay between the two of them and he leaned over him to kiss Dave. “You’ll get used to it.” He said, and gave Cody a soft kiss too as they lay snuggled together.
“I like it like this,” Dave said with a soft smile as he caressed Cody’s hip. “Nice to have a place for…company.”
“I think Dave’s really thinking about keeping a harem in here,” Cody stage-whispered to Xavier. “You better make sure you pick the boys for him or who knows what you’ll end up with.”
Xavier’s smile curled in a wicked little grin. “We could hold auditions…”
“Oooo, that would be wicked fun.”
Xavier lifted his eyes to Dave’s with a coy look. “Want me to start bringing boys from the club home for you to test out?”
Dave snorted. “Um, thanks but no.” He nuzzled at Cody’s ear. “I think we got us everything we need already, yeah?”
“Are you sure?” Xavier teased. “I could get the costumes and everything…” They both knew he wanted to do no such thing, but he couldn’t resist teasing Dave a little bit.
“Hmm, maybe.” Dave rolled over onto his back, one arm behind his head. “I’d wanna have a selection, though. Little bit of everything. Though they’d all need to know how to say ‘yes, sir’ and ‘no, sir’ and how to grovel and beg and–”
The phone interrupted his little teasing reverie. He reached over to snag the receiver and his scowl instantly transformed to a soft smile. “Hey, Deej.”
“Hi sweetheart. Whatcha doing?”
Dave winked at Xavier. “Right now? I’m sprawled out bare-ass naked in bed.”
DJ put one hand behind his head, kicked back on the couch in an almost identical sprawl as Dave, except he was wearing clothes and didn’t have a delectable assortment of companions next to him. “Had to break the new place in, huh?” He chuckled. “Are you just getting started or just finishing up, and if it’s the former can I get a play by play? Hold the phone up so I can hear Xav moan at least?”
Dave held the phone up, speaking loudly enough to be heard through the receiver. “Xav, Deej wants to hear you moan.”
Xavier grinned, stretching languidly, which rubbed his backside up against Vic and his front along Cody and brought a husky moan to his lips that didn’t have to be feigned.
Dave brought the phone back to his ear in time to hear DJ moan softly in return. “So, are you going to invite me over, or just torture me?” He chuckled, then added. “Really, it’s ok if you two need time alone.”
“Um, well.” Dave cleared his throat, a little pink tinge tipping his ears. “I wouldn’t say we’re alone.”
“Oh…” Was all DJ managed to say with a long awkward pause following. “Um… well, I suppose I should let you go then?”
Dave’s voice grew soft, halfway between persuasion and hesitation. “You maybe wanna swing by and see the new place?”
DJ hesitated only because he wasn’t sure if Dave was just being polite, but he figured if he really didn’t want him over, he would have invited him later or something. “Ok, see you in a little bit.”
“DJ’s coming over,” Dave told them, his smile uncertain as he hung up the phone. What was he playing at, anyway? He wasn’t too sure, except that he had sort of kept DJ in a separate drawer from all his other friends and lovers for too long. Sure, some of them had met him but only casually.
“Guess we should get dressed, huh?” Cody said with a wistful sigh even as he snuggled up against Xavier’s naked body.
Xavier’s hand slid sensuously down Cody’s side and hip to his thigh as he kissed and sucked at the tender skin of his throat. “If you really want to…” he said in a pouty whisper, blowing lightly over his ear in a way he knew would make Cody shiver.
“No, I don’t want to,” Cody said on a little moan. “But won’t DJ be kinda, um, shocked?”
“Shocked? No…” Xav said as he nibbled his way down Cody’s chest and circled around his nipple with the tip of his tongue. He blew a cool breath across the wetness and watched the little bud stiffen. “More like turned on.” He said before he closed his mouth over his nipple and sucked hard.
“Oh, Xav…” Cody buried his fingers in the thick silk of Xavier’s hair and writhed against him, his cock already expanding again.
Victor sat up against the headboard, not at all sure how he felt about this. Yes, he had met DJ. Yes, he seemed like a good person. But he hardly knew him and to have a near-stranger see his Cody naked and squirming on the bed, it gave him an odd turn.
He slid out of bed and into his jeans. “Perhaps we shouldn’t confront him with everything all at once,” he murmured and gave Cody a little kiss to give him permission to stay in Xavier’s arms before he wandered out to the living room.
Xavier lifted his eyes to Dave and tilted his head a little toward the door, silently suggesting he go and talk to Vic. DJ coming over didn’t mean he had to be ushered directly to the bedroom. Since Dave was the one who invited him over he could get out of bed and be the one to greet him, Xav thought. Meanwhile, all he wanted was to devour Cody. If Vic warmed up to DJ then they could join them later.
Dave mirrored the big man’s actions with a little kiss for Xav before he slid out of bed and into his jeans as well. He found Vic in the living room trying out the new sofa.
“Almost as if Xavier had someone my size in mind when he bought it.” He looked up at Dave with a little smile.
“He might have. I mean, you’re not the only big man we might have over.” Dave plunked down next to him and patted his thigh. “We can stay out here if you want, big guy. I sure as hell wouldn’t force anyone on you and Cody.”
“I know,” Vic rumbled and leaned in for a little kiss. A soft moan floated out from the bedroom. “And I also know I’m a lot more threatening than Cody. Might not have been the best thing to have me on display first thing.”
Dave ducked his head on a chuckle. “Fair enough.”
Their new place was closer to DJ’s and it only took him about ten minutes to get there. He smiled when Dave opened the door and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Hi handsome.” He grinned.
Dave pressed up against him and wrapped his arms around DJ’s neck for a more thorough kiss. “Hey, hon. Hope you don’t mind me half-dressed.”
“I mind terribly.” DJ said with a feigned sniff of disdain. “I thought you’d meet me at the door in the all together.” He winked and then smiled warmly at Dave, sliding his arms tenderly around him. “You didn’t have to get dressed just for me, love.”
Dave nuzzled at his jaw. “Well, it was more for Victor. He’s in the living room.” A pleasure soaked cry reached them from down the hall and Dave chuckled. “And our beautiful Cody’s in the bedroom with Xav.”
DJ couldn’t help the little tingle down his spine that image created, but tried to set it aside for the moment. He followed Dave into the living room and tried not to look too shocked. “Wow, who’d you guys get to do the decorating?” he asked, and smiled at Vic. “Hi, Vic.”
“Hello, there,” Victor said with a nod and a too serious expression. He seemed quite comfortable lounging shirtless on the dark leather. “Apparently they hired a new firm. Gavrilov Decorators. Cody’s thinking of using them now, too.”
DJ blinked, clearly surprised. “Really? Xav did this? How come your old place didn’t look like this?”
“Because my old place was decorated by a broken down retired marine who barely had two nickels to rub together,” Dave said on a snort. “Times change.”
“Da-yam.” DJ said with a low whistle. “He does a good job.”
And to underscore just how good a job he could do another set of passion soaked cries came drifting to their ears. DJ had to chuckle at the unintended double meaning.
“That he does,” Vic said softly as he tugged on the leg of his jeans. “So, come sit. Tell me how class has been going, you two.”
While the three of them sat and talked of mundane things, each to varying degrees distracted by the occasional soft moan or sharp cry that they pretended not to hear, Cody and Xavier made up for not really having seen much of each other lately.
Having both been taken care of once already, neither was in a rush the second time around. Xavier being in the mood to lavish Cody with special attention and tease him to distraction was also keeping things on a slow simmer rather then jumping to a rapid boil. He had kissed him breathless, teased his nipples mercilessly, laved his tongue over his cock and balls in slow wet strokes, and kissed and tasted nearly every inch of him from head to toe, and that was just before turning him over.
Xavier’s hands caressed Cody’s arms and shoulders, taking his time to massage his back from the base of his skull down. He kissed and hummed into each vertebra of his spine as his hands slowly kneaded their way down. When he finally got to the perfect globes of his ass, he cupped and squeezed them, gently parting them before running his tongue between. The musky flavor here made Xav’s head swim and his cock throb with need. He moaned into those firm cheeks, nipping lightly at the top of one globe. He kissed the tiny mark he’d made as if in apology. “Ohhh Cody… I love you, hon.” He murmured softly before his tongue delved back between to lap eagerly at his ring.
Cody’s head shot up and his legs slid farther apart. “Xav…god…I love you, too. Oh, that feels so incredible.”
No way to ignore that; Cody had said it loud enough to carry to the front door.
In the living room, Vic was forced to reach down and adjust the bend of his erection. Dave chuckled and slid closer to him on the sofa to rub a hand over those hard abs. “Hard to stay polite and all that, yeah? With all that going on.” He nodded towards DJ. “Whaddya think of him, big guy? Isn’t he a hot side of beef?”
Vic cleared his throat, a bit surprised at the mischievous gleam in Dave’s eyes. Though he was right, DJ was gorgeous. “He is that. I’ll grant you. Though he seems to have a problem with clothes.”
“Altogether too many.”
DJ was hot and hard in his jeans, no denying it. He couldn’t help picturing what Xavier was doing behind that closed door, and having Dave half-dressed and looking mischievous in front of him was only heating him up further. Still, he was a little hesitant. He’d always been a one partner kind of guy. He’d adjusted when he fell in love with Dave to include Xav in his bed as well, and he’d not been sorry. Their arrangement was not perfect, but it seemed to be working for the three of them. He also knew that Dave and Xav both had other lovers, but DJ didn’t. He hadn’t been with anyone else except Dave and Xavier since they’d worked things out.
Not that he couldn’t… He felt a little awkward, but he wasn’t a prude, and as long as Dave was here, it didn’t feel wrong. “It is getting a little warm in here.” He murmured as he stood and pulled his shirt over his head. He took the couple steps to the couch and sat on Dave’s other side, pulling his chin around to deliver a scorching kiss.
No one knew better than Victor that strange step sideways from thinking sex had to be a single partner arrangement to having friends with delicious benefits. So he didn’t push, didn’t reach for DJ, and didn’t ogle as he would have liked. This was a dear friend of David’s, who obviously loved him. Vic was willing to build another addition onto his heart’s rooms for such a caring, considerate soul.
He waited until Dave had turned towards DJ, then ran his hands around Dave’s waist and undid his jeans.
DJ’s hand slid down Dave’s side as if it had the same thought as Vic. His fingers brushed Vic’s hand, but he didn’t pull back. He might have been hesitant at first, but once committed to a course DJ usually jumped in with both feet. He let Dave’s lips go for a moment, kissing along the side of his throat while he helped Vic get his jeans off.
“David, you have the most gorgeous ass,” Vic rumbled as one large hand slid over a firm, muscular cheek.
Free of his jeans, Dave came up on his hands and knees, still kissing DJ feverishly, offering the ass in question invitingly.
Dave was not the only one offering up a very inviting ass. Cody had just about all the teasing he could take and was just about ready to beg Xav to take him.
Xav shifted around on the bed, moving up beside Cody and pulling him over on top of him as he lay back. He wanted to watch that beautiful body astride him. He took Cody’s rigid cock in one hand, stroking lightly up and down. “Wanna ride me, sweetness?” He asked, rubbing his erection up the cleft of his cheeks.
“Ooo, I do love ponies,” Cody purred on a little chuckle. He lifted up and caught Xav’s cock between his cheeks for a squeeze. “Yes. I want you – want to ride your pole – so damn bad.”
Xav curled his hips upward, nudging gently at Cody. He was slick and Cody had plenty of prep and the head of his cock popped easily past his tight ring. Xavier hissed in a breath, biting his bottom lip. “Mmm-uh…fuck, Cody… your so hot and tight…” He whimpered with the pleasure of being inside him.
Cody’s head arched back on a long groan. He held himself up for a moment, relishing that just-entered feel, and then sank down on Xav, his hard-packed thighs flexing as he began to ride up and down his beautiful shaft.
He ran his hands up his own torso and back down to take his own cock in his fist and pump in time to his hips.
Out in the living room, Vic lowered his head to lick at Dave’s crack, tonguing him in unconscious imitation of Xavier’s actions in the bedroom. Dave moaned and pushed his butt higher while his hands fumbled with DJ’s zipper.
DJ hooked his thumbs in the top of his jeans and lifted his hips, helping Dave pull them off as well as his boxers. He was more than just a little eager to have Dave’s lips and tongue caressing him.
“Mmm, all hard and ready for me,” Dave murmured as he lowered his head to lick at DJ’s slit.
With his head and shoulders lowered, Dave’s backside was deliciously exposed, the position unconsciously submissive. Victor forced himself to start with a finger while his free hand undid his fly. True, Dave would have delighted in the pain of being taken without further prep but Victor would never forgive himself for the damage that would cause.
DJ’s fingers combed through Dave’s thick hair. He could feel Dave’s warm breath huff across his erection, lying thick and long on his sun-bronzed belly, and groaned softly with anticipation.
In the bedroom Xavier dug his heels into the mattress and bent his knees as he arrowed up into Cody’s receptive body again and again. Sweat glistened on both their bodies as they each sunk down into the hard driving rhythm. “Are you almost there Cody?” Xavier panted urgently. “I wanna come inside you so bad…”
“Xav…oh, yes…so…” Cody took one of Xavier’s hands to place around his throbbing erection. When Xav had a firm hold, he lifted both hands to lock them behind his head, riding on the strength of his legs alone. “Ohgodyes…Xav!”
That cry of pure orgasmic bliss caused a rush of testosterone in the living room. Dave’s mouth sank down DJ’s cock on a hard groan, DJ’s fingers tightened hard in Dave’s hair and Vic angled his huge member down to replace his fingers, driving into Dave in a swift, forceful thrust that made Dave buck and cry out and then push back with a heated moan.
DJ moaned as well with the hum of Dave’s lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. The sight of Vic’s strong hands gripping Dave’s hips and his very impressive cock driving into Dave’s bucking body was enough to make DJ weak with desire. “Mmm baby, that feels so good,” he murmured as Dave went down on him again. DJ’s head tipped back, his hips rising fractionally to push his hard length into Dave’s mouth.
Dave whimpered with need and spread his knees wider, taking DJ in to bump against the back of his throat and sucking hard. A rumbling growl reached his ears and he knew Vic was having trouble keeping himself under control. Good. He pushed back harder, rolling his hips, chuckling at the tortured groan he received.
DJ’s fingers tightened in Dave’s hair. He was usually a gentle lover, but he knew Dave liked…less than gentle. The way he moaned as both Vic and DJ sank into him simultaneously told DJ he was in the mood to just be taken, and DJ was fine with that. He bucked deeper into Dave’s mouth, the head of his cock butting against the back of his throat as he tugged him down a bit.
The response was immediate and furnace hot. Dave writhed between them, devouring DJ with such desperation, it might have been the last time he would be allowed to ever use his mouth, and shoving back hard against Vic, meeting each of his long, forceful thrusts with enough impetus to shake the couch.
“David…god…” Vic panted out as he lost his battle entirely and let his hips drive in hard and fast.
In the bedroom, Cody snuggled atop Xavier’s chest and snickered. “I think Dave’s managed to get Vic and DJ to play nice together.”
Xavier’s eyelids twitched and a soft sound that could have been agreement or just a moan came from his throat. Cody chuckled again and shifted slightly, and Xav’s softening cock finally slipped from him, making him groan louder. Xav opened his eyes and then suddenly wrapped around Cody tightly, rolling over to pin him and kissing him with tender passion before grinning down at him. “Wanna go watch?”
“You’re so bad,” Cody whispered. His eyes slid half-shut when Vic’s deep moan reached them. “Oh, hell, yes.”
They both got up and made a dash for the door, but managed to go down the hall at a more sedate pace. Xavier slowed further as they came into the living room, taking his time to enjoy the view. Seeing Dave between the two of them like that was hot as hell.
DJ’s eyes were closed, his body tensed and his breath coming fast. Xavier strolled over to him and bent to lay a scorching kiss on his lips just as Dave’s warm wet mouth sent him crashing over the edge. DJ’s lips locked onto Xav’s as his hips pumped hard twice more and he filled Dave’s mouth with a muffled cry of pleasure.
“Mmm, what a feast of beefcake,” Cody purred. He slid up onto the couch behind Vic and pressed his naked body up against that broad back. God, he loved Vic’s back. It always looked like he could have carried the entire world and not have complained. His teeth found Vic’s earlobe and he smiled around it as his big, handsome spouse came with a hoarse cry.
The whole tableau made him ache, even though he’d come twice already, and Dave writhing between them, coming like a geyser, nearly made him faint.
Xavier waited until the three of them had steadied a bit, floating down from their orgasmic peaks. He kissed Dave’s temple sweetly. “You get to clean the come off the new couch, sweetheart.”
“Mmm…” Dave murmured in a dazed way as Vic eased from him. Then his eyes flew open and he shot up. “Shit…oh, shit, Xav, I’m sorry…” He dashed to the kitchen for towels, giving everyone else a lovely view of that athletic butt.
Xavier chuckled softly. “I didn’t mean you had to run… but thanks.” He grinned.
DJ reached up and pulled Xavier down into his lap, kissing him tenderly and nuzzling up under his chin. “Hi there, beautiful.”
Xav gave him a soft kiss and a smile in return.
“The place looks really nice.” DJ said.
“Wait til you see the swing in the bedroom.”
Cody snickered and buried his face against Vic’s shoulder.
Dave returned to clean the leavings of their passion off the new leather. “Deej needs a tour. He didn’t even make it past the couch. Wait’ll you see the kitchen, too. Even you’ll be satisfied.”
Xavier wriggled in DJ’s lap, making him moan softly. “Hmm, we’ve tried out the bed and the couch, haven’t got to the table yet.”
“Come on,” Dave said, laughing as he pulled them both up. “You can bend him over the table, take a sexual tour of each room if you want, but I want you to see the place.”
DJ let Dave pull him up and lead him around to show him the condo. He restrained himself from bending anyone over the table for the time being though. He had to admit, it was a nice place they’d got. Certainly a bit more roomy than the apartment. He chuckled a little at the state the bed was in already.
“Very nice.” He said as they came back into the living room.
Victor gave Cody’s ass a little smack and got a yelp of surprise. “Time we got going, little man. You have an early appointment in the morning and I have to work.”
Cody shot him a rebellious glare, but Vic’s little nod towards DJ said this had more to do with getting out of the way than getting them home for an early bedtime. It had been a good introduction, but he didn’t want to push things.
After kisses were exchanged all around, Dave was left alone with his two favorite guys.
“Now there’s a man I bet never bottoms,” DJ said in a too-light tone.
Xav grinned. “You’d be surprised.”
“Really? He seems so…”
“Aggressive? Butch? Uber-alpha wolf?” Dave supplied from where he sprawled across Xav’s lap.
“All of the above.”
Dave shrugged. “Vic’s all that, but he’s…an explorer, too. Likes to try new stuff.”
Xav snickered and said something crude about where Vic liked to explore.
“You boys up for some exploring?” Dave said with half-hooded eyes.
The walk to the bedroom quickly became a sexual stampede.
Posts tagged ‘DJ’
Xavier sat with his knees bent, legs folded back, ass between his ankles in front of the TV shooting zombies and blowing things up.
“How can you sit like that? Don’t you get uncomfortable?” DJ asked him from the couch.
“Nope. I’m flexible,” Xav said. Without taking his eyes off the TV he brought both legs around one at a time, putting the bottoms of his feet together directly in front of his crotch in what looked like it should have put something out of joint. “Better?”
“No, not really.” DJ laughed.
They were waiting for Dave to get home. DJ was reading a medical journal while Xav played and occasionally he spouted out some bit of info that was interesting or that they laughed about. DJ liked to try and gross him out with the ER stories.
“Geez, listen to this one. Some guy apparently was jacking off at work near a conveyor belt…”
“Um… if this involves…”
“It ripped his testicle right off.”
“Gah… do you have to read me these things?” Xav asked, shifting around uncomfortably.
DJ chuckled morbidly. The next one though wasn’t really funny. DJ clicked his tongue. “Man, that sucks. Poor kid.”
“What was this kid thinking? He tied a rope around his neck to choke himself while he was jacking off. He passed out with the rope still cutting off his air and almost died. Left him with brain damage.”
Xavier shook his head. “That musta been what happened to you.”
DJ laughed. “Naw, I never tried that before.”
“Really?” Xav asked, his interest piqued now.
DJ snorted. “Why, have you?”
Xav didn’t answer until DJ prodded him.
“I few times. We used to do it when I was a kid.”
Xavier died on the screen. “Fuck!”
Dave walked in the door then, and Xav switched off the game.
“Your brain is going to turn into pudding playing that damn thing,” Dave muttered before he flung himself down next to DJ. Traffic had been hell and he was fighting a monster headache. “Maybe I need to get you one of those games where you actually move to play. Like with the guitars and drums and shit.”
Xavier arched a brow at him. “When I’m at work, I move. When I’m home I want to sit on my ass.” He got up and kissed Dave’s forehead on the way to the kitchen. “Don’t go fucking up my entertainment because you feel crapy. You need aspirin?”
“Yeah. Sorry. Damn head. Didn’t mean to growl.”
Xav came back in with the bottle of aspirin and a glass orange juice and handed it to Dave. He plopped down on his other side, draping one leg over the top of Dave’s and leaning back like it had been real hard work to get up and get him pills and a glass of OJ.
“So, who’d you play the game with?” DJ asked, picking up the earlier conversation Xav had abandoned.
“No one you know,” Xavier said. “Doesn’t matter.”
“Did it get you off?” DJ asked, with a little too much casual interest.
Xavier laughed and shook his head “You’re such a perv.”
“Takes one to know one,” Dave murmured, his eyes drifting shut as DJ’s thumbs dug hard into the tension in his shoulders. “Somehow I don’t think we’re talking about Zombie Apocalypse games. What perverted stuff did you two dig up now?”
“Auto erotic asphyxiation.” DJ explained a little better.
“It’s the ‘auto’ part that usually causes the problem.” Xavier said. “You can’t lean back if you pass out. Not a good thing if you got a rope around your neck.”
“I don’t really get why anyone would do it anyway.” DJ said.
Xav shrugged. “Different reasons. Some people like the breath control aspect, it adds to the feeling of domination. Other people just like how it intensifies orgasm.”
Dave’s forehead wrinkled while he processed what Xav was saying. A picture came to his mind of his hand on Xav’s throat while he writhed under him. His brain said it sounded like a really dumb idea. His body wasn’t quite in agreement. He tugged on the leg of his jeans. “Even with someone else there, isn’t it kinda risky?”
Xavier did not miss Dave’s interest, despite how casual he tried to sound. Up until now they’d been talking theoretically, he thought, about someone else. Now he thought they might be talking about an experiment for themselves. He looked at DJ and back to Dave. Yeah, they were both interested, despite DJ’s claim that he didn’t get the appeal. “Well yeah, if you’re with a moron. You tell me how long you can go without oxygen?”
Dave snorted. “In your case, probably an hour since there’s nothing left up there.” He ducked the swat aimed at him with a laugh. “Hey! Ow! Seriously? About five minutes and your brain cells start cashing it in.”
“Yeah, and how long can you hold your breath before you start getting desperate? You start wanting air way before you even get close to five minutes, and that’s if you’re just calmly sitting there.” Xav smirked. “If you’re doing something to exert yourself it’s even less time before you feel like you need air. If the person controlling your breath lets go when you start to struggle, you’re fine. If they don’t…” He shrugged in a casual way, but a guarded look skated over his eyes. “You’ll pass out, and if they let go at that point it’s still enough time before any permanent damage is done.”
Though not the best at reading reactions, Dave had gotten way better at reading Xav’s. He lifted Xav’s hand and kissed his fingers tenderly. “Is this something we should even be talking about, sweets?”
Xavier shrugged again, then tried to give Dave a reassuring smile. “No biggie.” He nodded his head toward DJ. “I just didn’t want you to go over his place and find him hanging in the closet with his pants around his ankles because he thinks he smarter than a dumbass kid.”
DJ snorted and rolled his eyes. “Thanks”
“Not a good image.” Dave closed his eyes on a shudder. “Thanks for sticking that in my head.” He put his head back and rested a minute, DJ’s hand rubbing his shoulder, Xav’s thumb stroking his fingers. They seemed to be waiting for him. “Well, since he’s so damn curious about it and since we don’t want any tragic incidents, maybe we should try it while we can supervise.”
Xavier laughed. “Oh, real smooth Brooks. Like I can’t tell you’ve been just waiting to get us naked?” He chuckled and leaned over to give him a soft kiss.
“It’s like some big surprise?” Dave said with a look of mock hurt. “Would you rather I just stomped in here and told you both to strip?”
“Works for me!” Xavier grinned.
DJ and Dave both laughed.
Xavier stood. He turned to face Dave, directly in front of him and popped the button on his jeans, slowly lowered the zipper, and slid his hands down inside. He bit one corner of his bottom lip and his eyes got a half closed sexy look. With his hands down the front of his pants it was a seriously hot look.
“You are so damn delicious, sweets,” Dave growled. “Go on.”
DJ slid his hands under Dave’s t-shirt and peeled him out of it.
“Hey! We got us a failure to communicate here,” Dave protested. “I said you two were supposed to strip.”
DJ chuckled softly as he kissed the nape of Dave’s neck. “I’ll get there, I’m just giving you a hand.”
“I bet.” Xavier said, sliding his hands to his hips and turning around. He had no underwear on, so when he slid his jeans down his thighs the peachy globes of his cheeks were almost under Dave’s nose. He brought his hands back up and snagged the edge of his t-shirt, pulling it off over his head and tossing it over his shoulder so it landed on Dave’s head.
With a grin Dave snagged the shirt and buried his nose in the fabric to breathe in Xav’s luscious vanilla and almond scent. Then he whirled the fabric around and snapped it towards those perfect cheeks locker-room fashion.
Xav flinched, but instead of jumping away he dropped back, falling into Dave’s lap and kicking his jeans the rest of the way off.
DJ had meantime shed his own shirt and was working on his pants.
Xavier wiggled in Dave’s lap and turned his head to kiss him.
After a slow, heated kiss, Dave whispered, “You looking for something special, hot stuff?” Before Xav could answer, Dave turned him around in his lap and pulled him hard against him before kissing him breathless.
DJ had finished getting out of his clothes and leaned back on the couch. He reached over and slowly let his fingers caress over Xavier’s shoulder and down his back following the curve of lean muscles under soft skin. He did have the most incredible body, and such a cute little ass. His fingers trailed over the crease and circled the little dimple at the top while Dave kissed him.
When Dave let him come up for air, DJ slid and arm around him and pulled him over for a heated kiss of his own, pulling Xav back until he was nearly laying flat across both their laps.
“Mmm, nice,” Dave murmured, his hand caressing Xav’s thigh. He curled forward to kiss the curve of his hip, then the nest of clipped blond curls around his erection and finally the tip of his cock.
Xavier rolled his hips, pressing his cock against Dave’s lips as DJ cradled the back of his neck and kissed him deep and hard.
When DJ finally let him up Xav shifted around so he straddled Dave’s lap and wrapped his arms around his neck, fingers diving into his hair an kissing him with smoldering heat.
With a groan, Dave reached under that gorgeous ass to adjust his badly angled erection and start working on his fly. He didn’t really care right then about any sort of kinky asphyxiation game. Xav had his head spinning and he just wanted him, so damn bad.
DJ ran one hand down Xavier’s back and over the smooth curve of his cheeks.
Xavier was a little surprised when he felt the light caress of DJ hand move into the crease of his ass and then the press of his fingers against his hole. Whenever things turned sexual DJ was usually all over Dave. He didn’t ignore Xav, they had touched and kissed and given each other blow jobs, but DJ hadn’t fucked him. Not that he was going to over analyze right now, he was way to horny for that.
Instead he slid back a little, bending foreword and moaning as DJ’s finger pushed inside him. Dave got his jeans down and Xavier rubbed his cock along Dave’s rock hard erection, taking both shafts in his hand to stroked them together.
“Hey, Deej,” Dave said in a soft, heated voice, his hands gripped tight on Xav’s biceps. “You’re both so damn hot. I wanna watch like you wouldn’t believe. But don’t you even think about taking him dry.”
DJ smiled at him, but there was a flicker of hurt in his eyes at the rebuke. “I wasn’t about to hon,” he answered just as softly. “Let’s head to the bedroom, hm?” he suggested, withdrawing from Xav and kissing the corner of Dave’s mouth.
“Sorry, sorry.” Dave turned his head to give him a soft, tender kiss. “Territorial snarling. Hormones taking over the brain and shit.”
He shifted to the edge of the couch, arms wrapped tight around Xavier and as he stood Xav helped out by wrapping arms and legs around him, too. He carried Xav to the bedroom and dumped him on the bed since it was so cool to watch him bounce. Then he turned and held out his hands to DJ, pulled him close and lifted his face for a hotter, lingering kiss.
DJ took his time, kissing Dave thoroughly, sliding his hands over his body and pulling him into a tighter embrace. He broke the kiss only to move to his jaw and down his throat, his fingers kneading into the muscles of Dave’s back.
Xavier laced his fingers behind his head and watched them. “So fuckin hot…” he murmured.
DJ turned his head toward him with a grin, releasing Dave so he could get the astroglide from the drawer beside the bed.
Dave moved around to the other side of the bed, but before he lay down Xavier scooted back, tipped his head over the edge of the bed and slid his hands up Dave’s outer thighs. He kissed and licked the balls hanging enticingly above his mouth, lipping at the loose skin and then sucking an orb into his mouth.
“Oh, now that’s enough to bring a man to his knees.” DJ murmured as he moved up onto the bed between Xav’s bent knees. He couldn’t resist stroking and lifting Xav’s cock so he could take it into his mouth.
Xavier moaned, sucking gently on the firm globe in his mouth and pushing his nose into the smooth stretch of skin behind Dave’s balls.
“It almost is, believe me,” Dave said with a soft moan, his hand on the headboard the only thing keeping him up. He moved back a bit and took his cock in hand to angle it down towards Xav’s eager, luscious mouth. “This must be what you’re looking for, yeah?”
Xavier took the head of Dave’s cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue around a few times before he plunged deeper. “Mmmmm….” He hummed around him to let him know how good he tasted, how much he loved doing this, his hands sliding up to cup Dave’s ass and pull him in even deeper.
DJ moaned around Xavier’s turgid cock as he watched him swallow Dave deeper. His now slippery lube-coated fingers wormed their way back between his cheeks and up inside him. Xavier’s hum turned into a longer moan and he pulled his knees higher, spreading his legs wider in encouragement. There was no one that made slutty look quite as sexy as Xav.
DJ slid his mouth up and down on Xav while his fingers stroked in and out and his other hand caressed his heaving torso. He pinched a nipple, rolling it hard between thumb and forefinger and Xav squirmed deliciously on the bed. DJ pulled his mouth off of him, letting his shaft slap back on his belly wetly. “Mm… god, you taste so good…” He breathed over him. “I want to fuck you so bad.” He murmured and trailed the tip of his tongue up his belly and around his other nipple.
Xavier made a sound in his throat that was part bliss and part needy whine. He lifted his hips higher in invitation and that was all the encouragement DJ needed. He pressed the head of his cock into the snug passage Xav offered, slid his arms up under his legs and sank into him.
“Oh, yeah,” Dave growled. “Sweet.”
He put his hands on either side of Xavier’s chest and leaned forward on straight arms to give Xav better access and to reach DJ. His balls were already drawing up tight, Xav’s hot little mouth could do that. His enthusiasm alone could make a man weak in the knees. Dave caught DJ’s mouth in a searing kiss, a moan ripped from him as Xav sucked harder.
DJ locked lips with Dave, his tongue diving in for a taste of him while his hips drove hard into Xavier. His smooth tight walls clenched at him and DJ moaned into Dave’s mouth. “God… so damn tight…” he breathed as he moved in rhythmic thrusts.
“Rrrrmm,” Dave agreed, the low growl as close as he could get to verbal while Xav‘s fingers teased at his backdoor. He spread his feet wider for balance so he could support himself on one arm. His free hand slid down Xav’s smooth chest to wrap around his erection, thumb and forefinger closed around the shaft in a tight ring.
He pumped hard in time to DJ’s thrusts, his head spinning as Xav responded with desperate wriggles and moans.
Xavier was inundated with pleasure. Dave’s hard cock down his throat, DJ pumping between his legs, and the way Dave was working his cock… the minutes slid by and Xavier didn’t know how much longer he could go.
He felt the muscles of Dave’s backside tighten, heard the way his breathing suddenly sped, and then the long shuddering groan of release as the slightly bitter salty tang of Dave’s cum washed over his tongue. He pulled out of his mouth, the last little spurt landing on his chin.
Xav uttered a little cry. “So close…uhhh, I’m so close!” he panted. Perversely, Dave slowed the stroke of his hand, and Xavier pushed up desperately into his fist in quick little jerks.
“Easy, easy, sweetness. You were gonna show DJ how it’s done, remember?” Dave purred as he shifted around to sit on the bed. He leaned down for a heated kiss, his lips devouring Xavier’s and then lifting. He slid one hand to the back of Xav’s head to support it and with the other covered his mouth and pinched his nose shut.
Xavier’s eyes closed with a soft muffled moan in his throat. DJ had slid his hand around his cock where Dave had left off and was stroking him in time with his thrusts. Sooo good. Sooo fuckin good. He was going to explode any second. Before he could, DJ stopped. Xav gritted his teeth and made a tortured sound in his throat. He was at the limit of comfort with lack of air. He turned his head sharply and Dave’s hand slipped away, letting him get one deep cooling breath before he closed his hand back over his face.
DJ watched and he could not explain why it was so incredibly erotic, but it was. He edged Xavier up again, his own thrusts quickening. His thumb swept the leaking head of Xav’s cock over and over as he jerked him.
This time when Xav reached his limit of comfort and turned his head to the side Dave was ready and stayed with him. He was far from desperate for air, just a little lacking as his body tried to refuel the oxygen he was rapidly depleting from his exertions. Another few moments and he couldn’t stand it, he shook his head quickly back and forth and Dave lifted his hand for a second, letting him have another sip of air before he closed his hand over his face again.
He was climbing quick now, dancing right on the edge of orgasm. DJ fucked him harder, rocking the bed and panting hard as he got close too. The desire to breath started getting to him and this time Xav fought it longer. He was about to come, just a little more… that tingly buzzy feeling at the back of his head started and his balls tightened up…ohhh, he was gonna come so hard, he could feel it… black spots started to bloom behind his eyes and his back arched. The first powerful spasm hit him and the desperate need for air crashed into him at the same time. So perfect, the intensity made him cry out behind Dave’s hand and he pulsed again and once more before he violently yanked his head to one side, on the verge of passing out.
He got the first wonderfully beautiful gulp of cold air as DJ threw his head back on a pleasure filled cry and slammed into him, shuddering through an intense orgasm of his own.
Dave held Xav close watching both hot bodies writhe. He had shot a geyser all the way up to his throat when his climax first hit. Each successive shot landed only slightly lower.
“Wow,” Dave murmured as Xavier’s body relaxed in his arms. “I mean…fucking wow.”
“Uh huh…” Xav agreed shakily.
DJ eased out of Xavier, making them both groan and shiver. “Damn… that was so fuckin hot.” He breathed. He settled on Xavier’s other side and leaned down to kiss him softly.
Xav just lay there, floating on a body buzz, a tiny satisfied smile curling his lips.
“So there you go, Deej,” Dave murmured, his hand stroking over Xavier’s side. “Like a freaking fire hose. Still not interested?”
DJ chuckled softly and leaned over Xavier’s chest to kiss Dave tenderly. “Interested yes, for myself, no. It was hot to watch, but I think I’d freak out.”
Xavier hit his shoulder. “You are such a perv. You knew that to begin with, you just wanted to see it.”
DJ grinned unrepentantly. “It was worth seeing, beautiful.”
“Hell, yeah,” Dave agreed with a kiss to Xavier’s jaw. “And c’mon, admit it. You like DJ ‘cause he’s a perv.”
“I do not.” Xavier said.
DJ looked at him with a pout. “I think you hurt my feelings.”
“Shut up.” Xavier rolled his eyes.
“Oh, now that’s just rude.” He rolled Xavier over so he was half sprawled across Dave’s lap and smacked his adorable little ass.
“Hey!” Xav protested. “That is definitely not your prerogative!”
“No, it’s not.” Dave stroked the pink marks on Xav’s butt. “And if he does it again without asking, I’m gonna have to take him down. But you are being pretty damn rude, pretty boy. Say you’re sorry.”
Xavier just about snapped something back at Dave, and stopped. Hm, he was being pretty bitchy, and he wasn’t sure why. He teased DJ a lot, but it was a little unusual for him to go right on with it when they were in bed. He must be taking…something, out on DJ. He really wished his subconscious was in better contact with his conscious mind. This having to guess what was wrong with his own damn self was annoying.
“Sorry, Deej.” Xavier said, although instead of truly apologetic he looked a little confused. At least his tone was sincere. He got up. “I gotta go take a shower,” he murmured. He walked across the room naked, the pinkish imprint on his cute little butt like a beacon.
Dave scrubbed his hands over his face. “Great. Dammit. One of these days I’m gonna trust my first reactions.”
“What?” DJ asked, though he had some inkling.
“I think we stirred up something with the little game. And I don’t think it was something nice. And I don’t think Xav’s quite got a handle on it yet.”
DJ stroked his hand soothingly over Dave’s back, and rubbed his neck and shoulders. “Are you sure? I mean, he seemed pretty, uh… into it.” He said, although he was starting to feel a little guilty. He hadn’t meant to push Xav into anything. He thought Xavier was cool with everything, or he would have said something. “Couldn’t he just be being a princess right now?”
“OK, stop with the puppy-dog eyes.” Dave jabbed a finger at DJ’s bare chest. “Not. Your. Fault. Xav’s got stuff buried down so deep, he doesn’t know it’s there sometimes. And sometimes when he gets pissy or nasty, it’s this stuff trying to bubble up. And he’s got no clue where it’s coming from, yeah?”
DJ nodded, though he still felt bad.
In the shower Xavier stood under the hot spray of water. He knew Dave was probably sitting on the bed right now explaining to DJ how fucked up he was and he sighed.
It wasn’t like he was upset. Not really. The sex had been hot as hell. He’d come so hard he was still a little shaky, just like he thought he would. No, like he remembered he would. After his mom died and he went to a foster home, one of the other foster kids there had liked to play the choking game.
Xavier had, for a long time, blurred in his mind what had been consensual and what hadn’t during that time. Sharon had helped him work out that just because he’d gotten off a lot of the times didn’t mean he’d wanted or invited the other boy’s advances. He’d been thirteen, Mike was seventeen. The first few times Mike had come on to him he’d tried to fight him off. After a while though, it was just easier to give in.
Dave lay back down and pulled DJ into his arms. “Different kinds of hell, Deej. The three of us, we know what hell looks like. Just that we’ve been in different cities there.”
Xavier joined them a few minutes later, still slightly damp from the shower and toweling his hair. He was quiet as he slid into bed next to Dave but he smiled for him as he wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him.
DJ put his hand on Xav’s shoulder, caressing lightly. “Hey, Xav, I’m sorry if–”
“Stop. Don’t be sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong,” Xav cut him off. He reached over and stroked his cheek. “I’m OK.”
“Yeah, yeah, we’re all OK,” Dave muttered. “How ‘bout we clear the air, yeah? Xav, if you never, ever wanna do that again, I need you to say so. Or if it’s something you need to think about. Or if it’s something you were into but it had old stuff hanging onto it and you need us to be, you know, careful.”
Xavier pulled away and rolled onto his back, lacing his fingers behind his head. He shrugged one graceful shoulder. “I liked it…just…Mikey used to put his arm around my neck, you know, from behind… I hadn’t thought about that in a while.”
Dave sat up, the blankets falling to his waist. “So, yes, Dave, that’d be the third one, you blockhead,” he grumbled, running his hands back through his hair. “All right, sweets. He was the most incredible asshole and, god, I hope he’s come to some bad end. Did you, at any time today, feel like I wouldn’t give you the choice?”
Xavier looked a little startled. “No, nothing like that.”
“Who’s Mikey?” DJ asked, trying to keep up.
Xavier glanced over at him. “He was one of the other kids in the foster home I was in after my mom died.”
“Oh.” DJ said. He had known Xav didn’t have any family, but he didn’t know the details, or that Xavier had been in foster care. DJ also realized Xavier just answered a personal question and it was the first time he’d done so without even trying to evade first. He wondered if it was because Dave was making him talk about stuff, or if he was finally starting to be a little more comfortable talking to him.
“Good. OK.” Dave blew out a long breath. “Just doing a spot check, right?” He leaned over to give Xavier a tender kiss. “You’re beautiful and wonderful and I love you.”
“You forgot sexy, intelligent, and fantastic in bed.” Xavier said while checking out his nails.
“Mmhm, all of those things and a royal pain with an ego the size of Montana,” Dave said in the same tender voice while he poked Xav in the ribs.
Xavier twitched and then giggled. He sat up, grabbed Dave and pushed him back, rolling on top of him and settling with his head on his shoulder with a contented sigh.
DJ lay on his side next to them, head propped on his arm. He looked rather contemplative as he traced a fingertip over the clean smooth line of Xavier’s back and the swell of his butt. He thought Xavier looked peaceful and so beautiful with his eyes closed and a little curl to his full lips. He understood perfectly why Dave called him his angel. Sexy, crazy angel.
This wasn’t the first inkling he’d gotten that Xavier had stuff in his past that was not pretty. He’d sort of ignored it because Xav skirted around talking about his past. Not that it really mattered to DJ that much, except for times like now, when he’d felt like he trod unwittingly into areas he shouldn’t have. It also reminded him that although Dave accepted him fully into his life, Xavier still didn’t really trust him. It was unexpectedly painful to realize.
What was worse was that he just let him fuck him, and DJ got the distinct impression it didn’t change a thing. What he couldn’t figure out was if it was an act, something to protect himself, or if he really didn’t give a shit one way or another.
He looked up and saw Dave watching him. He leaned in and gave him a soft kiss. “I should go.”
“What? I thought you were staying tonight.”
DJ sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. “I think…I just need my own space tonight.”
Xavier slid off of Dave, a curious expression on his face at he looked at DJ’s back, but he didn’t say anything.
“Deej, what the hell?” Dave sat up and reached for his boxers. Dammit, it was hard enough dealing with Xavier’s mood swings some days, now DJ wanted to start having them, too?
He slid off the bed to crouch in front of DJ before he could go any further. “Don’t go like this, babe. It’s not right and you know it.”
DJ reached down to push his fingers through Dave’s hair and kissed him again. “It’s nothing to do with you, sweetheart.”
“Which means, it’s something to do with me,” Xavier said quietly.
DJ didn’t turn around so Dave caught his expression instead of Xavier. Definitely that hit the nail on the head, and apparently caused some hurt with it. DJ took a breath and turned halfway to look at Xav. “Dave asked you if you thought he was pushing you into something, if you felt like you didn’t have a choice, and you said no. Were you lying?”
“Xav… did you fuck me because you wanted to, or because you were just going along with it?”
Xavier rolled his eyes and got up, rummaging around for his jeans to pull on. “Do you have to analyze everything? If I didn’t want to fuck you, I wouldn’t have.”
DJ watched him for a few moments before responding. “Not having an objection to something, and wanting something are two different things. If I said it didn’t matter to me if it was you lying there or someone else I just fucked would it bother you?”
Xavier stood, arms crossed and stared at him. He wanted to say something soothing, something to at least diffuse the situation, but he had no idea what the right thing to say would be. “DJ, what do you want from me?”
“I want a fuckin honest answer, damn it!” It was the first time DJ had ever shown the least irritation to either of them. “I know you accepted my being here for Dave’s sake, but is that the way it’s always going to be? I’m just here on your sufferance? I mean, I don’t expect declarations of love or anything, but damn! You keep yourself so emotionally walled off I might as well be a piece of furniture in the room. The puppy Dave wanted and you wish he hadn’t brought home. I was willing to take that in the beginning because I thought it would just take some time to get to know each other and then you’d be more than just ‘cool with it’.”
Xavier hadn’t twitched a muscle. Standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, his stance rather defensive and his expression completely closed, he looked as walled off as DJ claimed. He chewed on his lower lip. “I…don’t know,” he finally said. “I don’t know, DJ. I can’t answer that right now. I’m sorry. If I tell you anything else it’s gonna be a lie, ok?” He let out a hard breath and walked over to them, sat down next to DJ and put his arm around him. “Just stay, all right? I don’t want you to leave.”
DJ stared back at him for a few moments, then wiped a hand over his face and finally put an arm around Xavier. He let out a slow breath. “All right, all right…look, I’m sorry, too. I don’t mean to push, okay?”
Dave sat down on the floor and scrubbed his hands over his face. Dammit why did everything always have to be so complicated? He just wanted the men in his life to be happy.
Shit. Listen to me…the men in my life…
That’s what they were, though, and he just hadn’t been dealing with it. He loved them both. Not one. Not the other. Both. “I’m hungry,” he muttered and wandered out, raking his fingers through his hair.
Xavier was a bit surprised when DJ didn’t immediately get up to follow him out. He’d expected him to. Instead DJ sat looking at him. “What?”
“Aren’t you going to go after him?”
“He can make a sandwich on his own, and if he wants anything more elaborate he wouldn’t thank me for burning it for him.”
DJ drew back and stood up, then pulled on some clothes. “I meant to talk to him.”
Xav crossed one knee over the other and leaned back on his elbows. “When he’s ready to talk, he’ll talk. Right now he probably wants to eat and think for a minute.”
“Or maybe he wants someone to show they give a damn if he’s upset or not.”
“Or maybe he just needs his fuckin’ space!” Xavier snapped back.
DJ stood with his hands splayed on his hips, head tilted to one side as he blew out a breath. “Why do you have to be so difficult? Can’t you ever just agree?”
“If you’re right about something, yeah. But I’m not going to agree when you’re wrong just to placate your ego.”
God, he was so damn frustrating! DJ wanted to wring his pretty little neck. “What the hell is your problem? You ask me to stay, say you don’t want me to leave, then treat me like shit. I don’t get you.”
Xavier made a disgusted sound and his expression hardened. “Just fuckin’ go then. Go comfort him and make sure he’s alright and tell him how sorry you are.”
DJ turned around and walked out, closing the bedroom door behind him, although it took an effort not to slam it. The hell of it was he was going to do just what Xavier said. It was just what he did. He was the comforter, the one who would hold and soothe his lover for hours if need be. He didn’t know how to deal with Xavier. He was like trying to handle broken glass, no matter how careful he was he still got cut. He was afraid that if he didn’t figure it out soon though, Dave might decide this wasn’t working and ask him to back out of their lives.
In the kitchen, Dave opened the oven to put in the chicken he’d gotten ready. He turned his head when DJ walked in. “So what now?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re here. He’s not. What happened now?”
DJ sighed and gave a little shrug.
Dave thought a few seconds more, turned on the rice cooker and stared at the counter. Then he turned to give DJ a soft kiss and a pat on the chest. “OK, watch dinner for me, yeah? And don’t go off in a huff or anything.”
He made his way back to the bedroom and opened the door. Xavier still sat where DJ had left him. Dave plunked down next to him and nudged him with his shoulder. “Hey.”
Xavier lifted his eyes from the spot he’d been studying to meet Dave’s and for a few moments they simply looked at each other, Dave’s eyes searching and Xavier’s slightly guarded, as if he were waiting for Dave to yell at him or something. When he didn’t Xavier relaxed a little. “I told him to leave you be for a little while,” he said quietly. “He doesn’t listen for shit.”
“Hm, stubborn, isn’t he?” Dave said just as softly. “I appreciate you trying to look out for me, though.” He leaned in to kiss Xav’s forehead and then pulled his still-naked body into his arms. “Xav? Have I done a terrible thing? Pushing too hard, too fast? Foisting someone on you that maybe you’ll never have feelings for?”
Xav lay quietly in his arms for several long moments. “That’s not an easy answer, Dave,” he finally said, serious for once. “It’s not like I hate him or anything. I don’t know if I’ll feel different in a week, or a month, or not.” He fell silent again, and Dave seemed to sense his need to just think for a few minutes, or maybe he just wanted to be held.
After awhile he sat up, pulling a little away, although he took Dave’s hands. “Listen, I don’t know if this is going to make any sense, but it’s all I got.” He took a breath. “When I was staying at Vic and Cody’s, Cody asked me if I really never wanted to see you again. I said no, and that’s when I came back. When I did that I was thinking that I wanted you back no matter what.”
He paused again, even though he knew he was probably scaring the crap outta Dave about where he was going with this. “When I lived with Katya, I knew she loved me, but Richard is her true love. Yeah, I know everyone thought I was her favorite, and she did favor me a whole lot, but I think that was to make up for her loving Richard more. It’s not something that was ever talked about but if it had come to a choice between us it was a given that she would have picked Richard. I got that, I was ok with that.
“So, I thought to myself that if I had to I could do that again.” He held up a hand to forestall Dave’s protest. “I know, I know you didn’t ask me to and I know you’re not putting him first, and I know it’s totally stupid. I know. Logically, I know it’s not like that. But… I guess somewhere in the back of my head it hasn’t gotten through and I can’t help treating him like competition.”
Dave stroked his thumb over the back of Xav’s hand, his brow furrowed. “OK. OK, yeah, I get that. I do. And I know it won’t help the back of your head to say you’re the love of my life. And…well, I don’t know what to do.”
Xavier bent his knee, resting his chin on it and looked seriously at Dave. “Don’t think there is anything that can be done, sweetheart. We’ve been doing okay so far… DJ’s the one that suddenly wants more. I don’t know if he’s cut out for this kinda relationship.”
“Who is?” Dave murmured, his gaze on the floor. “I mean…territorial instincts and all that shit.” He sighed, feeling like he’d made a colossal mess of things. Again. “Look, I know I can’t tell you to love him. And I know I can’t tell him to not be hurt. I’m tired and I’m hungry and I can’t think straight. So could you maybe at least be…not mean to him while we have some dinner?”
Xavier unfolded so he could slide into Dave’s lap. He wrapped his legs around his waist and his arms around his neck. “I’ll try,” he promised and kissed him. Just a slow brush of lips, then another, and more, until he was kissing him like he wanted to make his toes curl.
Which they did. Dave moaned into the kiss, his hands stroking the hard muscles of Xavier’s back. “Sweets…chicken…oven…gotta…mmm….”
Xav carried on for a few more minutes, but eventually left off kissing him and got up. He followed Dave out to the kitchen, not bothering to put a stitch on.
DJ had kept busy, setting the table and making a side dish of some creamy noodle stuff.
“Well, that was nice of you, hon.” Dave smiled and kissed his cheek, then turned and ran a gentle hand over Xav’s bare butt. “You’re making me nervous, sweets, wandering close to the stove with nothing between your jewels and a nasty burn.”
DJ couldn’t resist a glance then and Xavier slipped an arm around his neck when he turned. “Alright, I’ll get outa here.” He said to Dave. “Want to come help me shoot things?” he asked DJ.
“I suppose…” DJ answered and followed Xav out into the living room where they proceeded to decimate the undead hordes while waiting for dinner.
DJ’s concentration was not entirely on the game. Hard to keep focus when Xavier was sitting next to him naked. When he died Xavier resurrected him. When he died again Xav teased him that he wasn’t paying attention and DJ determinedly kept his eyes on the game instead of the covert glances at Xav’s cock.
Xavier died next and since dinner was almost ready anyway he set the controller down. He moved behind DJ and slid his legs around his waist, pressing up close to him as he wrapped his arms around him.
“Hey…” DJ protested, thumbs working on the buttons. “You’re gonna mess me up.”
“Uh-huh,” Xavier said, sliding his hands up DJ’s chest and kissing the back of his neck. DJ gave a soft groan and Xavier fingers kneaded while his tongue painted a wet line up to his ear.
DJ died and they both chuckled.
Dave shook his head on a little smile when he came in to call them for dinner. Xav was trying, he had to admit, and he tried not to question or analyze the motives. “So you two want to eat food or each other right now?”
Xavier let DJ answer, knowing he was going to pick dinner first, for several reasons. He wouldn’t want to let Dave’s work in the kitchen go to waste, and he knew Dave was hungry and it was more then a good bet Xav would be too. That was DJ. Xavier didn’t think he’d ever met anyone more considerate. Sometimes it provoked his contrary nature and irritated him, but he was trying to set that aside and just take him as he was. He was a sweet guy, and Xav knew he hadn’t been very nice to him in return.
“Why don’t we eat dinner first.” DJ said. “Shame to let it get cold.”
Xav grinned and shook his head as they stood together.
“What?” DJ asked.
“Nothing.” Xav said, and then relented when DJ looked at him worriedly. “Really, nothing… I was just thinking you’re a nice guy, DJ. My stomach thanks you for looking out for it.” He winked.
DJ let a small smile creep across his face and the three of them went into the kitchen to eat a quiet peaceful dinner, the ups and downs of personalities and egos and the complications of relationships forgotten for the moment.
On Tuesday Dave had afternoon classes and didn’t get home until evening. DJ took the opportunity to visit Xavier. It was easy enough to offer to cook dinner while they waited for Dave to get home.
He started out asking Xavier where he grew up, and ended up telling him about his own mom and dad, where he went to school and the different places he had lived. By the time dinner was almost ready, he realized he knew nothing more about the boy than he had to begin with. Xavier had deflected his questions so naturally DJ hadn’t even realized.
He decided to try something else. “So, Dave never really did explain to me how you two met, or why he was naked instead of you.”
“We didn’t meet at the club, we met through Katya,” Xavier said.
“Ah, were you dating her, too?” he asked.
“You could say that.” Xavier grinned. “I belonged to her. Lived with her for about three years.”
DJ digested that for a few minutes and Xavier decided he better fill in some of the blanks before he jumped to his own conclusions. “Kat and I had a disagreement and I moved out. It had nothing to do with Dave, but after things settled down and got sorted out, I moved in with Dave. Kat and I are still close.”
“Oh.” DJ was quiet again for a few moments. “So… does that mean you like things a little… rough, too?”
Xavier considered before he answered. “Dave does not like things ‘a little rough’. Being whipped to near unconsciousness was a transcendent experience for him. He doesn’t need that all the time, but when Kat works him over he usually has trouble getting out of bed for a few days and the bruises take a while to fade.”
DJ turned from the saucepan he’d been stirring to look at Xavier. The thought ran fleetingly through his head that Xavier was lying, seeing if he’d actually try and rough Dave up either to test him, or to cause a problem. He discarded the idea as quickly as it occurred. There was no guile in Xavier’s eyes and even if he thought Xavier would lie to put a wedge between him and Dave he didn’t think he’d lie about something that could potentially hurt Dave.
“I… um… well…huh,” DJ said articulately.
Xavier chuckled. “Don’t worry about it, it’s not like it has to be that way for him to be satisfied. More like an occasional itch that needs to be scratched than something he wants all the time.”
“I see,” DJ said, and then since they were being so candid and he was curious he asked. “What about the, uh, being tied up thing? Is that just occasional, too?”
Xavier shrugged. “Sort of. He likes a little restraint when he’s in the mood to play submissive.”
DJ grinned, he wasn’t at all sure Dave would have liked knowing they were having this conversation. “And yet again you’ve managed to avoid answering my original question about you.”
Xavier was sitting on the counter, one knee crossed over the other, his chin resting comfortably in his hand. He was quiet again, and DJ almost told him forget it when he spoke. “Yes and no. A little rough is okay sometimes, but I don’t like it anywhere near the level Dave does.”
DJ was about to ask another question when they heard the keys in the door and Dave’s footsteps in the hall.
“Well, hey!” Dave’s face broke into a bright smile when he turned into the kitchen. “This is a nice surprise. Here I thought I’d have to drag home and still make dinner.” He wrapped his arms around Xav and gave him a soft kiss. “You behaving, sweetheart?”
Xavier kissed him back, lingering a little longer on his lips than Dave had. His little talk with DJ hadn’t seemed all that hot at the time, but now that he had Dave here and kissing him it did. “When do I ever not behave?”
“Hmm, let’s see…” Dave grinned and put his forehead against Xav’s. “Usually and most of the time come to mind.” He turned to DJ and gave him a tender kiss as well. “So watcha got cookin’, hot stuff?”
DJ smiled at him. “Well I was going to make a tuna casserole but Xavier made charming gagging and retching noises when I suggested it. Was kind of a revelation to find out there’s something he won’t eat. So, I changed the menu to stuffed pork chops and sautéed cinnamon apples. He said that was your favorite, unless your stomach was bothering you, in which case you’d rather have ‘militant vegan lesbian food’.”
Dave snorted and then chuckled. “I’m not even sure what that means. Anyway, feeling fine right now and it smells incredible.” He lifted Xavier off the counter by the waist. “Set the table, sweets. Lemme just go wash up.”
Dave let him go and went to get cleaned up while Xavier got the plates and silverware out. When they all sat down together it felt good, comfortable. Dave and DJ talked shop, Xavier sighed and moaned with pleasure over the deliciousness of the pork chops and cinnamon apples as he practically licked the plate clean.
“So what made you decide to come over and make dinner?” Dave asked.
“Well, I had the idea I’d spend some time getting to know Xavier better,” he said and took a sip of beer. “He got the condensed version of the history of Daniel James, and I got to know he’s really good at politely deflecting questions.”
Xavier paused with a finger halfway to his mouth, and then slowly licked the applesauce from it. “Um, sorry,” he said, looking slightly uncomfortable. “Nothing personal, honest. I just don’t like talking about myself. Just a habit.”
“Which doesn’t mean he’s not incredibly stuck on himself,” Dave said, trying to alleviate the sudden tension in the conversation. “Sometimes I wish we had another bathroom, he hogs it so much.”
Xavier snorted. “We could always get a bigger place.”
Dave and DJ chuckled and that seemed to be the cue to end dinner and start cleaning up. After the dishes were in the dishwasher they went into the living room. Xavier kicked back in the recliner and Dave and DJ landed on the couch.
Xav kept up with the conversation for a while but he was comfortable and well fed and after a little while he yawned and started to half doze. His ears perked up though when they starting discussing his and DJ’s earlier conversation. The way DJ probed gently into Dave’s likes and dislikes and got confirmation on the things Xavier had told him was sort of amusing and a little arousing. Dave didn’t seem upset that they had been
“Oh, he says he doesn’t like it, but you just got to warm him up the right way,” Dave said, his voice slightly teasing.
DJ grinned, understanding this was a little payback for Xavier being so forthcoming about Dave. He played along because it was fun, and because it was turning him on. “So he likes to put up a big protest, but that’s just for show, huh?”
“Sort of, he doesn’t like as much as I do though, can’t take much more than a little butt warming.”
Xavier flipped them off and they both laughed.
“No whips and chains for Xavier, got it,” DJ said, still chuckling.
“No whips for sure, chains are a completely different matter. Though rope would be even better.” Dave’s voice dropped a bit and he watched Xavier to see the effect his words were having. “Nice tight ropes, the more the better, try for total immobility. Wrap him up like a cocoon and watch him squirm.”
Xavier did squirm, just thinking about it, the outline of his hard-on visible under his jeans. Dave and DJ shared a look and a grin, a silent request and permission passing between them.
DJ rose and moved over to where Xavier sat. He leaned down slowly, placing his hands over Xavier’s wrists where they rested on the arms of the chair. “That true, beautiful? You like being tied up?” he murmured, his lips hovering a few inches above Xavier’s.
“Oh yeah.” Xavier murmured back, thinking that things just might get interesting here, if Dave was in the mood to play.
“Should Dave go get some rope then?” DJ asked, giving Dave a wink. “We can tie you to the chair.” He suggested, pushing so the recliner slid back, laying Xavier almost flat.
A switch was suddenly thrown in Xavier‘s head. One second he was all sorts of interested and turned on, the next tendrils of fear snaked around his chest. Something about the way his arms were clamped down to the arms of the chair and he was leaned back triggered unwanted memories.
He tried to lift his arms but DJ held him tight. “Stop…” Xavier said.
It came out a soft whisper and DJ thought it was just part of the game. He kissed whisper soft along the side of Xavier throat and that got a soft moan, which assured DJ the little protest was only play.
Xavier tried to lift his arms again and couldn’t budge them. Logic told him to remain calm, nothing bad was happening. He was here and now, not someplace else, not with a psychopath who wanted to hurt him. He jerked to pull his wrists out of DJ’s grasp and couldn’t. Panic bloomed, sharp and full blown. “Lemme go! Dave…get him off…red!”
Dave jumped up but he didn’t have to tell DJ to let go. DJ had recognized real panic in Xav’s voice and immediately released him and backed off.
“Xav, I’m sorry.” He tried to soothe him, a bit shaken himself.
Xavier scrambled out of the chair, eyes wide and breathing hard. Now that he was free and up the panic receded, but he still shook. He turned on his heel, strode down the hallway and into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.
“It’s OK,” Dave said as he patted the air with both hands. “I shoulda seen it coming. Sorry. Sorry. Just a bad set of triggers there.” Then he dashed down the hall to knock on the door. “Xav? Sweetheart?”
Nothing. His voice caught in his throat as he tried again. “Xav? Please?” He rattled the knob. “Lemme in, hon…oh god…Xav?” He’d been doing so well, nightmare free, sleeping like a comatose rock and now this. Shit, oh shit.
Xavier needed a few moments to get his shit back together, but he knew he had to open the door before Dave broke it down. Wiping his hand over his pale face he moved over to the door, turned the lock and opened the door slowly. He wasn’t sure if he was more embarrassed or more upset yet
“Sweetheart?” Dave fought not to barrel in; his hands shook as he reached out to Xavier. “Christ, I’m sorry…I should’ve…” He shook his head and folded Xav gently in his arms, unable to speak past the boulder in his throat.
Xavier melted against him, needing both his strength and comfort. “Should’ve what? Known I’d freak out from being held down? Something that usually turns me on so much I can’t get enough? Why would you have known that, Dave?”
“The chair…the position…just too dense…to put it together…fast enough,” Dave got out in tight-jawed fits and starts. His hands stroked over Xav’s back, his shoulders, his hair as he held him tenderly, as if he had to make sure everything was still there or that Xav was still entirely solid.
Xavier sighed softly. “Not your fault, hon.” He soaked up a few more moments before he pulled gently back. “Probably scared the shit out of DJ.” He turned with Dave and walked back to the living room.
DJ looked chastened and worried. “Xavier, I don’t know what I did wrong exactly, but I’m so sorry.”
Xavier managed a faint smile for him. He was about to say it was okay when he changed his mind. “Oh, you should be,” he said, lightly enough that he wouldn’t take it seriously. “How ‘bout some groveling and proper begging?”
Dave still trembled but he tried to shake it off. “Now there’s an interesting thought. Never seen Deej on his knees before.”
DJ stood there looking at them like he was trying to figure out if this was a joke. Well, even if it was a joke, he’d let them laugh at him if it made things better. “Ah-hm.” DJ cleared his throat and slowly knelt on the carpet. Not nearly as graceful as Xavier would have done, nor even as practiced as Dave, but he got points for effort.
Hands clasped together in a pleading gesture he walked on his knees toward Xav and looked up at him with big puppy dog eyes. “Oh please bestow your forgiveness on this most unworthy wretch, m’lord. I am most humbly sorry…”
Xav arched a brow. Hokey as it was, the delivery was solid and well projected. “I thought you were an EMT, not a starving actor.”
DJ winked at him. “Took four years of drama, loved it.”
Xavier snorted. “Okay, you can have forgiveness, and the Emmy.”
Dave flopped down on the carpet to hug DJ tight. “Sorry we kinda scared you there. You OK?”
DJ smiled. “I’m fine.”
“Oh boy, now I’ve got two on their knees.” Xavier grinned.
“Well, lookit that,” Dave said in feigned surprise. “You sure do. And what’re you gonna do about it, pretty boy?”
“Well I was thinking since you’re down there…” Xavier hinted, caressing his fingers through Dave’s hair.
“Since we are…” Dave gazed up at him with a soft smile. He undid the button and fly of Xav’s jeans and nuzzled between the plackets at the silk underneath. Then he walked on his knees behind Xav, tugged his jeans down to his ankles and then slowly pulled the silk briefs down just far enough so the growing erection sprang free towards DJ.
DJ moved as if mesmerized. He lifted his hands to Xavier’s thighs and Dave’s hands found his, covering them and moving them caressingly over smooth soft skin. DJ leaned in to kiss across Xav’s hip and nuzzle at the place where his leg joined his body, taking his scent in deep through his nose as he moved closer to a gorgeous set of balls and rapidly expanding cock.
“Not a bad view in the house,” Dave murmured, his eyes traveling the length of Xavier’s sculpted back and butt.
He slid his hands back to cup those perfect cheeks, kneading gently, while he began to kiss and lick at the top curves of each mound.
Xavier soaked up the attention. Hard to resist two sexy guys twined around your feet licking their way up. He let out a soft sigh of pleasure as DJ nuzzled at the base of his cock and then licked and kissed his sac, making his way up the underside of his shaft. The sigh turned to a heated moan as his lips parted around his head and slid half way down.
The sound sent a hot spike through Dave. He parted Xav’s cheeks gently and licked a wet line up the crack. When he got to the tight little entrance, he licked around the puckered skin and then slid the tip of his tongue inside.
Xavier’s thighs quivered, “Ohhh, yesss…” He hissed, one hand caressing into DJ’s thick chestnut locks, the other covering Dave’s hand and moving it up under his tee shirt. His thumb flicked over his nipple and Xavier’s head started to spin. So much, so good… so damn hot.
DJ went down on him like he wanted to swallow him whole, Dave’s hot wet tongue rimming him was making him crazy.
“Babes,” Dave murmured against Xavier’s ass. “Don’t hold back. Let Deej taste you.” He plunged his tongue in deeper, Xav’s squirming turning his burners way up.
Xavier couldn’t stay still any longer. DJ sucked and stroked him and caressed his balls, Dave soon replaced his tongue with a wet finger. Xavier’s hips rolled with small thrusts into DJ’s hungry mouth. “Mmm, oh fuck that feels good…” he murmured huskily. His fingers tightened in DJ’s hair as his strokes became faster. “Oh yeah… ohoh uuuhhhh!” His body suddenly tightened and quivered as he started to come.
DJ clamped his lips around Xavier’s head, letting his cream splash across his tongue in hot bursts. His hands held onto Xavier’s hips tightly as he moaned around him and swallowed his offering. When he finished DJ released him slowly, licking the last drops from him.
“That was so hot, sweets,” Dave whispered as he let Xav collapse into his lap. He licked a soft line up his throat. “You wanna go to the bedroom for some more? You can do anything with me you want…”
Xavier hesitated, usually he was immediately ready for more, but that had been a really good knock-your-socks-off kind of orgasm. It was gonna take a few minutes for him to bounce back this time. In the meantime though… “How ‘bout you carry me to the bedroom and you and DJ can entertain me for a while?”
“You get the best ideas sometimes,” Dave said on a grin. He lifted Xav up and carried him to the bed with a few tender kisses along the way. His jeans and underwear had been left on the living room floor and he looked so damn adorable in nothing but a t-shirt.
He turned to find DJ standing behind him and he reached up to take his face between his hands. “Wrestle you for top,” he murmured against DJ’s lips.
DJ slid his arms around Dave and kissed him hard, thrusting his tongue into Dave’s mouth for a long taste. His hands kneaded Dave’s back down to his adorable ass and squeezed. He broke the kiss long enough to nip hard along the side of Dave’s throat. “Are you sure you don’t want to just lay down and spread for me?” he teased.
A low growl rumbled in Dave’s chest. He took half a step back, not to lie down on the bed but to barrel shoulder first into DJ’s midriff. They landed on the mattress in a whuff of breath and a tangle of flailing limbs.
Xavier quickly got out of the way, scooting up by the pillows and watching in amusement as DJ tried to get the upper hand. They were pretty evenly matched, just about the same size and weight. Dave knew what he was doing though, whereas DJ was just throwing his weight and trying to squirm out from under him.
It soon became clear Dave had DJ pinned and he wasn’t getting out of it. He finally laughed, “OK, OK! You win.”
Dave leaned forward, tightening his grip on DJ’s arm a hair. “So you get to lie down and spread for me, hon,” he growled in DJ’s ear. He released DJ’s arm, slid his hands underneath him to undo his jeans and had them off in three sharp tugs.
Xavier propped his chin on his hand, lying on his side and watching with half-closed, sexy eyes. Nope, hadn’t taken him that long to recover, especially watching two hot bodies rolling around on his bed. But what really did it was hearing Dave’s little growl, and the way he stripped DJ out of his clothes. Very hot.
DJ was taking his ‘defeat’ rather good naturedly… or maybe he was just so hot he didn’t care. He spread his legs and lifted his butt enticingly for Dave.
Dave had that half-glazed, inferno look in his eyes, the one Xav knew meant he was almost too turned on to think straight. He still had the sense to stroke DJ’s back and butt while he reached for the lube on the bedside table.
With the bare minimum of necessary prep, Dave had him lubed and stretched a bit before his patience stretched too thin and snapped. He rose up on his knees and plunged into DJ with a soft growl.
“Aahhgh!! Fuck!” DJ’s head shot up with his harsh cry. It had been quite a while since he bottomed for anyone and that had not been a gentle entry. It hurt but it felt so incredibly good, too. “Oh fuck…” he said again, but this time it was husky around the edges. His hands fisted into the sheets. Dave had gone still and DJ was afraid he would back off or stop so he pushed his ass back toward him and lifted, asking for more even as he groaned.
“Attaboy,” Dave said in a husky whisper. He gripped DJ’s hips and eased farther in, then pulled out to the cap before he thrust in again. He teased them both this way for a while, a slow pull out followed by a long thrust back in, until DJ was squirming and panting. Then he switched to a more even rhythm, in and out in shorter, harder thrusts.
Xavier slid a hand down his taut stomach and caressed his turgid cock. He watched with heated fascination as his lover took the gorgeous man under him. He knew just what DJ was feeling, that hard cock sliding in and out of him in smooth rhythmic thrusts, the way Dave’s teeth felt as they nipped the back of his neck, the press of his chest into his back. With a little moan Xavier wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke in earnest.
Dave raised his head, smoldering, half-lidded eyes devouring the sight of Xavier jacking off. He wrapped his arms hard around DJ’s chest and increased his pace, making DJ feel like he was being fucked into the mattress.
Xav’s groan matched DJ’s. He shifted slightly, both to give Dave a better view and so he could reach down with his other hand to cup his balls and slip a finger inside. His pace quickened with Dave’s. This was really getting him off, watching Dave nail DJ while he watched him. He bit his bottom lip as he slicked his pre-cum over his head. “Babe, you are so hot, mmm… fuck that boy.”
“Anything for you, sweets,” Dave panted out.
DJ groaned, a surge of heat hitting him hard both from Dave’s driving rhythm and Xavier’s words. The way his dick was grinding against the mattress felt damn good too. “Ohh, god… I’m coming, oh fuck…”
“That’s it…that’s it…” Dave murmured and then he gasped as DJ’s body clenched hard around his cock and bucked beneath him. “Ohmyfu–” he got out before his climax slammed into him and cut him off with a hoarse bellow. Too late to worry about the neighbors, Dave let go with wild abandon.
Xavier’s toes curled and his eyes closed. “Oh yeah, oh…” The eruption was no less intense than the first one.
“Mmmph,” Dave groaned on an aftershock. The world did not contain anything half as hot as watching Xavier come. He lay atop DJ as their bodies settled, peppering tender kisses over his shoulders. When DJ let out a gusty, contented sigh, he eased out and rolled beside him. “Man…that was smo-king.”
“Hm, I came over to make dinner and you naughty boys took advantage of me,” Dj said, the mock outrage ruined by the fact that it was said in a sated murmur and he didn’t even bother to lift his head.
“Of course,” Xavier said without missing a beat. “We want to make sure you come back and cook again.”
“Cause, let’s face it,” Dave drawled from where he sprawled on his back. “A hard cook is good to find.” He didn’t bother ducking the pillows that were hurled at him.
DJ was about as nervous and excited as a high school girl getting ready for her first date. He hadn’t pushed Dave, had given him all the time and space he needed, but it hadn’t been easy. He could tell after he spent some time with Dave and Xavier together that although Xav seemed sincere in his acceptance, he was going to be prickly about it, and so he’d backed off until Dave and him had things more sorted. Tonight was the first time Dave had come over without Xavier.
Not that he minded Xav, but it had been excruciatingly difficult not to do anything more than a casual touch with Dave. Xavier had told him it was alright, but DJ was still cautious. He wanted to let Xavier get to know him a little, and didn’t want to do anything that would cause him to suddenly change his mind.
He went to the fridge and pulled out the cheese, veggies, and meats he wanted to make a tray out of. There was beer and wine both chilling already. He smiled, with any luck Dave would let him get him drunk and take advantage of him.
Dave had made sure everything was crystal, mountain stream clear. While Xav went to work he would go to DJ’s for some company and, probably, some playtime. Nothing coy, nothing hidden, everything laid out on the table.
Still he held Xav extra tight and kissed him goodbye longer than was strictly necessary before he sent him off to work. Extra reassurance he could do, as much as Xav needed, whenever he needed.
One last check in the mirror, nothing fancy that night, just a good chamois shirt and nice-fitting black jeans, and he headed out. Maybe DJ still wouldn’t feel comfy, maybe he would, he didn’t mind either way. A little smile tugged at his mouth. All right, he did hope for some things.
DJ just finished lighting the candles (he hoped it wasn’t too much) when the doorbell rang. He let Dave in and pulled him into a warm hug and an even warmer kiss as the door closed behind them.
“Well, hey,” Dave said on a little smile when he came up for air. “Nice to see you, too.”
He accepted the beer DJ offered, red wine tended to give him headaches, and then he took him by the hand and pulled him to the couch. DJ hovered somewhere between excited and nervous and Dave tried not to chuckle. That was usually him being all twitchy and anxious.
In an effort to get him to relax, he pushed DJ up against on corner of the couch, kicked off his shoes and settled against him to snuggle for a while.
“Mmm, now that is nice.” DJ said with a smile as he caressed along Dave’s shoulders and back. He caught Dave’s chin when he looked at him and kissed him tenderly. “You sure Xavier’s OK with you being here?” He had to ask, even though Dave had already said so. He didn’t want either one of them to go through the anguish they had again.
“You…” Dave poked at his chest. “Worry more than anyone I’ve ever met. Well, except for maybe Jonathan but that’s kinda part of being a drama queen. Me an’ Xav talked about it, he knows I’m here, knows everything that might or might not mean, and went to work tonight with a smile and a kiss.”
He leaned in to kiss the base of DJ’s jaw. “He said OK and he said it soft and tender not all sickening sweet like he would if it really wasn’t OK. So relax, yeah?” He nosed at DJ’s ear and let his fingers wander through his thick waves of hair.
“Okay…” DJ said on a soft, distracted whisper. His head tilted back a little so Dave had better access as he kissed the underside of his jaw and down his throat. The hands that had been caressing along Dave’s back drifted a little lower. Dave had such a gorgeous ass, it fit so perfectly in his hands. He squeezed the firm denim clad globes in his hands. DJ was hard as a rock already and Dave had walked in the door all of ten minutes ago. He couldn’t help it, denial was a potent aphrodisiac and he wanted Dave bad
“Poor Deej,” Dave murmured against his pulse point. “All neglected and stuff…” He flicked DJ’s shirt buttons open one by one, then let his fingers caress the treasure trail of soft, dark red hair.
He moved to straddle DJ’s lap, hands framing his face while he kissed him hard, that fierce, wild hunger DJ always inspired hitting him like a landslide. He lifted his head to look into those dark eyes and swallowed hard. He’d wanted to ask, kept hesitating in case the question wouldn’t go over well. “Deej? You ever, y’know, trussed your lovers up? Tie me up, tie me down kinda thing?”
DJ chuckled softly. His eyes held a hint of interest, but also a little unease. “Is that what you want, sweetheart?”
“Well, yeah, but not if it freaks you out,” Dave answered, his ears burning.
DJ patted Dave’s butt and urge him up. “Will you strip for me?” He grinned. “While I think for a minute…”
Relieved, Dave got up with a little smile. He pulled his shirt out of his jeans and undid the buttons. Not quite a striptease but he knew the value of taking it slow. He eased the shirt off, letting his arms and chest flex and stretch, then he popped the button on his jeans and let them hang there while he pulled off his socks with his toes.
Underneath he wore tight boxer briefs, dark red, and he hesitated a second with his thumbs hooked in the waistband. “All the way?”
“Oh, yeah.” DJ grinned. “You are just gorgeous, you know that?”
Dave ducked his head on a chuckle and slid out of his underwear. “I’ve heard it here and there.” He stood hipshot, arms folded over his chest, his erection already jutting out from his body. Someone’s gaze traveling his body still made him uncomfortable, the scars and the old fears whispering to him, but if DJ wanted to look, he’d wait until the man was done.
DJ just smiled, not oblivious to Dave’s slight discomfort, but choosing to ignore it for right now. He reached out and took hold of Dave’s hips to pull him a little closer and nuzzled at the crook of his thigh before running his tongue along the underside of his shaft. “Gorgeous and tasty,” he murmured. Before they went any further though, he stood, led Dave to the bedroom and invited him to lie down.
He didn’t have much in the way of stuff to tie him up, but he figured his bathrobe belt would do. He got it from the closet and stripped out of his own clothes on the way back to the bed.
Dave lay on his side doing the watching now. DJ’s long, lean body was just so damn hot. “Socks work good, too,” he suggested with a shy, little boy smile. “Leather belts if you wanna truss me to the headboard.”
DJ laughed. “You’re really into this, aren’t you?” He grinned and slid up on the bed beside Dave. He was more nervous about it than he was letting on.
“It’s, ah, not the only thing I’m into. There‘s other things.”
“Oh yeah? Like what kind of other things?” DJ teased, but his voice had dropped a little, becoming husky with interest. He took Dave’s hands in his and slid his fingers around his wrists, pulling his arms out, then slowly wound the tie from the robe around them and tied them tight.
Dave shivered, hot anticipation running up his spine. Oh, he had hoped DJ would be open to certain things, hoped for too long. “I…um…I like getting my butt beat. A little pain it…y’know…gets me all hot and stuff.”
“Really? How lucky can a guy get? Gorgeous guy in my bed and a kinky one to boot?” He smiled when he said it but there was nothing funny about the way he tugged Dave facedown across his lap. His hand caressed his cheeks warmly. “You sure?”
“Oh hell yes,” Dave got out on a breathy moan, his hips rolling against DJ’s hard-muscled thigh.
DJ moaned and caught his bottom lip with his teeth as he watch the flex of Dave’s nicely rounded ass. He brought his hand down in a sharp, stinging slap. No hesitation. He liked things a little rough, and this didn’t seem at all an odd request to him. The way Dave flexed again and moaned encouraged DJ and he soon had a rhythm going between hard spanking and slow caresses of heated flesh.
“Oh, sweetheart, I love the way you squirm like that,” he said at a pause. His hand slid back and down between Dave’s thighs, caressing his balls and reaching under to stroke him.
A long moan vibrated through Dave’s chest. “I love the flat of your hand,” Dave whispered. “I loved it the first time…couldn’t stop thinking about you smacking me.”
With a low moan that sounded almost like a little growl DJ flipped Dave back over and onto the bed. The spanking was sexy, but he wanted that ass for other things. A good amount of lube spread over his cock and slicked into Dave’s hole and DJ pushed into him with a smooth thrust. “Oh, damn… that is so damn incredible.” DJ whispered into the side of Dave’s throat. He shoved Dave’s arms up over his head and held them there.
“Deej…holy…” Dave panted out, little pearl drops of excitement decorating his stomach already. “Hot and hard…Deej, please…”
He cried out when DJ thrust into him with enough force to rock his body and his head arched back in pleasure as he writhed under DJ’s weight and his confining hands.
DJ’s hands slid up Dave’s arms to his wrists and long body moved over him and into him just as hard and hot as Dave demanded. “Guess I didn’t need to get you drunk to take advantage of you after all,” he panted as he nuzzled under Dave’s ear. “Such a bad boy, seducing me with your little striptease and winding me up with bondage and spankings…” He nipped at Dave’s throat. “And god you are so damn hot… I wanted… You. So. Damn. Bad.” He punctuated just how bad he’d wanted him with a hard driving thrust on each word.
“Ohgodohgod,” Dave moaned out as the slight pain and rising pleasure slammed together. He planted his feet flat and thrust up to meet DJ, his cries of pleasure a little louder with each forceful impalement. “Deej…I’m gonna…”
He tried to bite it back, tried to stifle his impassioned bellows but when the climax hit, he lost any shred of control and his cries of pleasure echoed off the walls.
DJ was right behind him, the orgasm rushing up from inside and spreading over him.. “Ohhhh ohhhh, fuckmesofuckingood…” He cried out right along with Dave as he emptied his seed inside him. DJ didn’t mind the way Dave roared at all. He loved the way he let go so completely
So many times, with other lovers, Dave had closed his eyes during orgasm, letting the whitewater current carry him off. But with Xav and now with DJ, he fought desperately to keep his eyes open, to watch every sexy, hot change of expression and undulation of body. While DJ would never match Xavier’s fluid grace, no one could, the pure animal force of his orgasm was captivating.
He held DJ tenderly while they both floated back down, twitching with the aftershocks. “I’ve missed you,” Dave whispered.
“I missed you too, sweetheart.” DJ said softly and kissed the edge of his ear.. “So much.” He remembered then that Dave’s hands were still tied and reached up to free them, then chuckled. “I meant to have a nice dinner, ply you with alcohol, and have a nice evening. Not throw you over my shoulder, truss you up on the bed and have my way with you
“Hey, I’m a firm believer in having dessert first,” Dave said on a shameless grin. “And you didn’t throw me over your shoulder. Though that sounds fun.” He got up on his elbows. “So there’s food involved? I’m starved.”
DJ pulled him up and got dressed. He put dinner on the table while Dave sorted out his clothes on the living room floor. The ate companionably and caught up on things. When they were done and putting dishes in the dishwasher DJ remarked, “I should have you strip for me all the time, that was hot.”
“Oh, man,” Dave said on a laugh. “I’m just an amateur but thanks. Everything I learned I got from Xav. Now there‘s hot for you. Freaking solar flare hot on stage, my Xav.”
“Really? I was wondering about that. Most guys that strip are… you know, bigger.” DJ glanced at Dave out of the corner of his eye, hoping he wasn’t taking that wrong. “I mean, Xavier is cute, sexy as hell, but… I just can’t picture him as one of those guys strutting around the stage flexing the bodybuilder physique.”
“Ah, see, Xav isn’t that kind of stripper. He’s so, so much hotter than some dumb piece of overgrown beef shaking his butt. Xav’s a dancer, an artist. Every move is silk and sex and…” Dave shook himself out of his distraction with a grin. “Well, it’s hard to describe unless you’ve seen it. Wanna go see it? He’s on in about an hour.”
DJ was slightly startled by the suggestion, but then thought, what-the-hell? He shrugged, “Sure. Dinner and a show it is.”
A little thrill raced through Dave, whether it was out of an odd sense of voyeurism he wasn’t sure. He fixed his hair, yanked on his shoes and put DJ in the Mustang to drive them to the club. The place was packed but they found a good table since a dude had just pissed off his girlfriend something fierce. She stomped off, he raced after her and voila, right up front.
The club lights went down suddenly, pitching the place into total darkness. Into that weird hush the opening bars of Saliva’s ‘Ladies and Gentlemen’ seeped out and the lights on the stage came up. A slim figure in top hat and tails took the stage, the consummate ringleader. He began to glide sensually across the stage as the lights followed him.
Ladies and gentlemen please…Would you bring your attention to me? For a feast for your eyes to see…An explosion of catastrophe.
Xavier oozed across the stage, his fingers caressed the brim of the hat, straightened the lapels of the coat, smoothed the creases of the perfectly seamed pants. Each movement flowed with his stroll across the stage, subtle but everyone could tell it was a dance.
Like nothing you’ve ever seen before…Watch closely as I open this door Xavier pantomimed sliding his zipper down and there was a barrage of cat-calls from the audience. Your jaws will be on the floor…After this you’ll be begging for more. He hit his knees in a slide that took him right up to the edge of the stage and got a big reaction from the crowd. He looked down into the upturned faces with that dazzling smile.
Welcome to the show…Please come inside…Ladies and gentlemen. His hands caressed over his chest and down his legs so the lyrics took on a far more suggestive meaning than originally intended.
He popped back up on his feet as the chorus crashed Boom…Do you want it? His legs spread in a suggestive pose, as if he couldn’t wait to get naked. Boom…Do you need it? Both of his hands slid up the inside of his thighs and framed his crotch. His hips thrust forward on the Boom…Let me hear it and one hand came up to cup his ear. The noise level exploded. Ladies and gentlemen.
As the song played out the top hat, jacket, scarf, and gloves all disappeared. Now his ‘costume’ looked more like someone going out for the night. One song bled into the next and Finger Eleven started belting out Paralyzer.
I hold on so nervously…To me and my drink…I wish it was cooling me
Each move of the dance was done so well, like watching an actor play the part of the bored club hopper, complete with fake smile and rolling eyes.
Well I am imagining…A dark lit place…The lights went out again for a second and then exploded in a wash of bright light on the stage in a few quick pulses that created a cool strobe effect as Xavier moved from one end to the other. Or your place or my place
Well I’m not paralyzed…But, I seem to be struck by you…I want to make you move…Because you’re standing still…If your body matches…What your eyes can do…You’ll probably move right through…Me on my way to you
Xavier got to show off both his skill and athletic ability as a dancer in this song as it swung between a slower paced verses and the crash of the chorus. His choreography was dead on, ever for difficult tricks like when he pulled a back flip that ended on a single hand spring. The crowed loved stuff like that, but got even more nuts when he pulled his shirt off slowly, stretching every lean muscle in his torso and revealing beautifully sculpted abs and chest glistening with sweat.
The second song rolled right into the third and Saving Able’s Addicted slowed things down a little and sexed it up a lot.
I’m so addicted to…All the things you do…When you’re going down on me…In between the sheets…Oh the sounds you make…With every breath you take…It’s not like anything… When you’re loving me
Xavier’s hands moved over his body sensually, each step he took was more like a roll of his whole body and he made a lot of eye contact with the people ringed around the stage.
Oh girl lets take it slow…So as for you well you know where to go…I want to take my love and hate you till the end…It’s not like you to turn away…From all the bullshit I can’t take…It’s not like me to walk away
Every woman and more than just a few of the guys thought he was dancing just for them… his pants finally slid down his legs and he stepped out of them barefoot, though almost no one had seen when he’d lost the shoes. The tiny g-sting revealed a whole lot more than it covered and nearly matched the color of his skin. When his hands pantomimed a caress over his crotch this time money poured in.
I’m so addicted to…All the things you do… when you’re going down on me…In between the sheets… Watching his body writhe with the music the audience could almost see a phantom lover kneel in front of him to take him in their mouth. Oh the sounds you make…With every breath you take…It’s not like anything…When you’re loving me. Xavier’s head flung back, a look of ecstasy on his pretty boy face.
The song wound down, Xavier finished the dance, and exited the stage leaving the horniness level in the club somewhere around critical mass
Dave reached over and gently closed DJ’s mouth. “So, what did you think?”
“Holy shit.” DJ said. “That was just… holy shit. Whew, that is one hot boy. God, how can you stand it? I’d probably be in here every night wanting to bust some heads together.”
Dave just shook his head and stood, grabbing DJ’s hand to pull him up. Instead DJ pulled him back into his chair. “I don’t think I can get up for a couple minutes, if you know what I mean.”
Dave laughed. “The place is packed, no one’s gonna notice. Even if they did, so what? You don’t go to a strip club to not get turned on.”
DJ gave him a lopsided grin. “Okay, you’re right. Are we leaving?” he asked, just a hint of disappointment in his tone.
“Now, I can’t leave the club and not go backstage. Someone’s sure spotted me by now and Xav’d be pissed if I was here and didn’t come say hey.” He grabbed DJ’s hand and threw him a quick, mischievous grin. “Come on.”
At the doorway that led to the back hallways, Dave waved to one of the bouncers. “Jeff, hey!”
“Hey, Dave,” the big man smiled. “Been a long time.”
“Yeah, yeah, well, after last time…” Dave shook his head. “But I brought a responsible adult.” He pointed to DJ and Jeff laughed.
After the nasty business with the serial killer, when Dave had still been a little crazy and as overprotective as a mother falcon, he had accompanied Xavier to the club each and every time. He had pounced on more than one interested admirer and had started fistfights. Zeph had finally told him in a huffy way that he wasn’t allowed back without a responsible adult.
“Look, man, Xav doesn’t know I’m here. Help me surprise him? I’ll pay for a private dance but don’t tell him it’s me, yeah?”
“Sure Dave. Go on back to 9. I’ll tell him he’s got one.”
A few minutes later Dave and DJ were settled into comfortably plush chairs in a darkened room. The noise of the club was muted back here and it felt surprisingly cozy. Xavier came in a few minutes later and tugged the curtain closed. No doors here. Safer that way. No one could stuff a chair under a curtain, and a single shout would bring very large gentlemen in to bounce your ass out the door.
Xavier was still dressed in only the g-string, in the dim light he might have been naked. As soon as he turned around his smile went from pleasant to surprised delight. “Hey babe! What are you doing here?” He grinned as he crossed over to them and slid into Dave’s lap to give him a kiss.
“I felt this sudden urge to see you.” Dave’s smile could have lit the dark side of the moon. “And DJ’d never seen you dance. And, man, sweetheart, you were on tonight.”
Xavier looked over at DJ, who was grinning from ear to ear. He nodded. “You can really move, Xav. Amazing.”
Xavier smiled. “Thanks, glad you liked the show.” He looked back at Dave and kissed him again. “You boys have fun tonight?” He asked, and then chuckled at the look Dave got on his face. He winked, but didn’t make him answer, and then he got up. “Let’s see… what do you want to hear, hm?”
He looked back over his shoulder at Dave, who looked a little uncertain. “Well, you guys paid to get back here, not even boyfriends get a room for free, so…
Dave settled back, an electric hum of arousal flowing through him. “Well, you know I’m not real big on club music…don’t suppose you have any Cure in that magic stockpile of tunes? ‘Love Cats‘, maybe?”
Xavier chuckled and shook his head. “Jeez, can’t just pick something easy, huh?” He thumbed through the play list though and actually came up with something. “I have it, but it’s on a mix.” A moment later The Cure came over the speakers with their funky love song.
We’re so wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully
The song was light and cute and that’s how Xav danced to it, putting smiles on both Dave and DJ’s faces. As that one wound down it morphed into Janet’s Black Cat. A little darker and a little sexier. Xav wouldn’t have picked this one to dance to right now, but it was on the mix and he’d forgotten about it. Oh well, it was a good song, and he made sure Dave was way more distracted with the lap dance than the lyrics.
That one cut into Pussycat Dolls. Not a cat song, but Xav had thought it was close enough.
I’m telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)
Dave was pretty hot so Xav switched to DJ, and had to fight not to laugh at the look on his face. That only pushed Xavier, and of course, since they weren’t actual customers he could take a lot more liberties.
DJ was being a very good boy. He kept his hands on the arms of the chair. In a death grip actually. Not that he was worried about Xav calling in the goon squad or something, but he wasn’t sure how either one of them would take it if he let himself get carried away. Xavier didn’t actually touch him like he had with Dave, but every movement was sensually provocative and inches from his face. He could smell his scent, warm and sensual, sweet… like almonds or something, even with the overtones of sweat, which was not a turn off at all…quite the contrary.
You been saying all the right things all night long
DJ thought he might be about to blow, that was for sure. Xavier had hooked his thumbs into the string around his waist and wriggled that sweet little ass right in his lap. If he had stayed there a little longer… but he didn’t. He moved back over to Dave. Dave would have gotten tossed out on his head if it wasn’t Xavier writhing in his lap. He was definitely not keeping his hands to himself
“Sweetheart…damn…” Dave murmured against Xav’s throat, his hands cupping those beautiful ass cheeks. “The things you do to me…are you trying to make my brain melt or are you serious?”
Xavier took Dave’s wrist and slid one of his hands around to his front and over the very hard outline of his crotch. The thong was not really doing a good job of covering him anymore. “I’d say it’s pretty serious,” he said against Dave’s lips and kissed him with heat.
Dave slid his hand inside the thong and caressed his thumb down the underside of Xav’s shaft, The little moan he got was pure pleading, so he hooked the string with his free hand and pulled it down. “You’re lucky I’m feeling bad tonight,” he murmured against Xav’s lips, then he caught the heat in DJ’s eyes and had another bad thought.
“You know, DJ’s the only one of us who hasn’t stripped tonight. I think he should for us.”
DJ laughed. “You want me to follow that act?” He asked incredulously. “That’s like asking Bob Dylan to take the stage after Pavarotti.”
Xavier looked over his shoulder at DJ. “Shy? C’mon… just pretend its amateur night.” He slid around in Dave’s lap so he was facing forward and leaned back against Dave’s chest, which put a whole lot of him on display. He watched DJ’s throat work as he swallowed and smiled. “You don’t even have to dance, just take your clothes off.”
Xavier had hit it just about right, DJ was a little shy, but he’d also had a few beers and he wasn’t stupid enough to pass up such an enticingly offered invitation. Oh, and being horny as hell helped. He stood up slowly.
He didn’t dance, but he did peel out of his clothes in slow motion as he closed the distance between where he’d been sitting and Dave and Xavier. Nothing fancy, but he managed to exude something very primal and very male. By the time he dropped his shorts he was standing right in front of them and it was Xavier’s turn to swallow. DJ leaned over them, putting his hands on the chair arms so he was only a couple inches from Xavier’s lips. “How was that?”
Xavier smiled, “I think you should get first prize.”
“He’s a pretty damn hot piece of beefcake, isn’t he?” Dave murmured in Xavier’s ear, arms slipping around him to slide down his waist and caress the insides of his thighs. “You wanna kiss him, sweetheart?”
Xavier’s eyes were already half closed and all he had to do was close the distance. There were all different kinds of kisses. DJ’s was hot and almost aggressive. He pressed Xav back against Dave’s chest and sparks of excitement flew around Xavier’s middle, doubly so because Dave’s lips were only inches away as well.
DJ lifted from Xavier lips, turned his face toward Dave and planted a searing kiss on him as well.
“Mmm…” Dave’s hips ground up against the beautiful butt in his lap. The possibility of sharing DJ with Xav had him so turned on he ached. “Think I’m feeling a little overdressed…”
“You’re definitely over dressed.” DJ said. He scooped Xavier up as he straightened. “Here, let me hold this for you while you get those clothes off.”
Xavier wrapped his legs around DJ’s waist. He was only a little surprised to find himself in his arms.
DJ was a little surprised too. His hands were curled under Xav’s thighs holding him up and his lips caressed just below his ear. “Would you like to share a Dave sandwich with me?”
Xavier chuckled, “Hell yeah.”
“Aw, man.” Dave shook his head as he stood up to undress for the second time that night. “Everybody just thinks of me as a piece of meat. Oh, well, I guess I’ll just have to manage somehow.”
When he stood naked in the middle of the room, he spread his arms wide. “All right, boys, I’ll go quietly. Where d’you want me?”
DJ let Xavier down slowly. Xavier slid down his body and grabbed another kiss before he turned toward Dave. Sliding his fingers into Dave’s hair he kissed him hot enough to curl his toes, pressing his whole body against him. DJ stayed a little apart from them for the moment. They were both scorching hot to watch, especially together, but it was more than just something physical. He could have found porn all day long of two gorgeous naked guys making out, but this was different, more than just steamy sex, you could tell these two were in love just looking at them together, you could feel it, and that made watching them ten times as hot.
Xavier broke the kiss and whispered against Dave’s lips. “You got me so hot for you babe…you can take me anyway you want.”
Dave looked around at the room’s possibilities. Not too damn many, actually. The floor, a small table and two big chairs. One thing his time with the Marines had taught him, though, was how to improvise.
He gave Xavier a soft pat on his butt and then strode over to one of the chairs and heaved it over onto its back. Then he beckoned to Xav and bent him over the upturned front of the seat so his body ended up in an upside-down V with his gorgeous ass invitingly displayed.
A bottle of Jergens sat on the little table. That would do nicely. Dave set it next to the chair and then proceeded to kiss and lick up Xav’s beautifully muscled legs, starting with his ankles.
Xavier spread his legs a little farther and moaned with desire as Dave kissed and caressed his way upward. He lifted his head and had to smile at the look of pure lust on DJ’s face. He crooked his finger at the boy and he came forward readily enough.
DJ felt like he was gonna melt into a puddle as Xavier licked up the underside of his shaft and curled a very talented tongue around the head of his cock. He could not resist leaning forward a little so he could caress the globes of Xav’s cheeks oh so invitingly presented. He just about had a stroke from lust as he watched Dave come up and lick a wet trail over the puckered little hole DJ exposed to him. “ohgod…”
Tongue out, probing gently at Xav’s backdoor, Dave winked at him. “You sure you wanna sandwich me? You look like you might be happy there.” He chuckled at the look of confused and torn desire on DJ’s face. “Babe, you’re adorable.”
He took up the lotion bottle and pumped some into his palm, then watched DJ’s face as he slowly slid a finger inside Xav.
Xavier’s reaction was electric. His hips rolled, begging for more, and he moaned around DJ’s cock, sliding his lips down to his base and taking him into his throat.
DJ groaned. “Holy fuck…” He hissed with the pleasure of that tight constriction and the vibration around him. His hand came down to tangle his fingers into Xavier’s silky locks.
“Nice and easy, no rough stuff with Xav,” Dave murmured just short of a growl. He knew he didn’t have to warn DJ, knew Xav liked things a hint towards rough sometimes, but that large hand fisted in his hair set off an unwarranted and completely out of the blue possessive reaction.
DJ glanced up at Dave, instinctively sensing the sudden shift to territorial. He eased his fingers over the back of Xavier’s head into a caress rather than a grip, and then pulled out of his hot mouth. Xavier made a small whimpering sound that shot through him and made him want to ram right back into his pretty mouth, but he resisted the urge and came around the chair behind Dave instead.
“How ‘bout you, sweetheart? Can’t I get a little rough with you instead?” he murmured into Dave’s ear as he caressed his ass
Now Dave’s voice did sink to a husky growl but it was a pleased one. “Rough as you want.” He lifted his butt in invitation and turned his head while he eased a third finger into Xav’s maddeningly tight entrance. “Bring it on, babe.”
DJ nuzzled and nipped at the side of Dave’s throat and rubbed his cock in the valley between his cheeks but held off entering him.
Xavier was squirming with Dave’s attentions. “Dave… please… want you so bad…”
When Dave angled his cock at Xav’s entrance DJ slid inside Dave at the same moment, driving into him as hard as he was used to, as hard as he knew Dave liked it, with enough force to push his hips forward into Xavier.
It was a good thing Dave had taken the time to prepare him. His quick entry hadn’t hurt, not a whole lot, but Xav’s breath huffed out and his knuckled turned white on the chair legs as he was suddenly stretched open. “Ahhhhrrrgh! Oh, god, baby…ohhh, yeah…mmm… ”
DJ had a second, right after that most incredible feeling of first being sheathed, where he thought he’d really fucked up, and then slowly relaxed again when he realized the groan from Xavier was one of pleasure. Dave would never forgive him if he hurt Xav, even accidentally.
“All right, sweetheart?” Dave still whispered tenderly against Xavier’s shoulder. When he got a soft moan and a nod, he smiled and began a slow piston back and forth. Christ, but it was incredible, pushing back onto DJ’s well-endowed shaft and easing forward into Xav’s furnace hot sleeve. Good thing he’d been satisfied once that evening or he’d have gone over the edge in the first few seconds.
DJ’s arms circled Dave tightly, pulling him back just that little bit harder against him when he met his thrusts. “God, you feel so good… gonna fuck you so hard Dave…” DJ whispered into Dave’s ear.
Xavier felt a rush of heat hit him with those words. Just something about the way he said them. it touched on that place inside him that got all turned on by a self-assured dominant male. His hips bucked a little faster to meet Dave, the plush backside of the chair rubbed against his aching cock when Dave and DJ’s thrusts drove him forward.
Unlike them, Xavier hadn’t been taken care of earlier, and he’d been teasing them both for quite some time, which had him more than ready. He held off though. It felt too good to rush. He rode the rhythm; let each sigh and moan and whisper and delicious throbbing thrust inside him be drawn out, until he couldn’t hold back any more.
They were slicked in sweat, strong young bodies primed, the scent of sweat and sex and male wrapped around Xavier’s head as Dave drove into him again and again. “Babe… I’mgonnacome…ohohgod!” Xavier gripped the chair legs and used the leverage to shove himself back on to Dave’s cock as deep and hard and he could as he came in pulsing shudders.
“Deej…” Dave gasped out. His head spun with the incredible erotic sight of Xav’s orgasm. With DJ slamming into him and Xavier clutching tight around him, he spiraled up in a dizzy rush. “Deej…” he tried again. So hard to think. “Don’t want…the bouncers rushing in…”
Luckily DJ understood him and clamped a hand hard over his mouth just in time to muffle the first heated cries of ecstasy.
He muffled his own harsh cries into the crook of Dave’s neck and held him tight, bucking into him in short hard thrusts as he came too.
“Oh…man…” Dave moaned softly when his head stopped spinning. He stayed still a moment more, caressing Xav and then pulled out carefully while DJ did the same for him. He turned Xavier’s pliant body in his arms to hold him in his lap.
“Just don’t tell the boss and get me fired.” Xavier said with a grin and nuzzle to Dave’s neck. Dave chuckled and after a moment or two they got dressed (or Dave and DJ did, Xav just slid the thong back on) and put the chair back in place.
Xav was done for the night after that one very special performance and he told Dave he’d meet him back home.
The dreamy little smile stayed on Dave’s lips during the drive back to DJ’s. What a perfect night, and after it all he still got to go home and snuggle into bed with the most gorgeous boy in history.
DJ’s thoughts ran something along those lines as well. The night had been pleasurable beyond any expectations, and he was so happy things had worked out so that he could still see the absolutely gorgeous boy next to him.
Something else played on his mind though, as he pulled Dave into a passionate kiss good night and sent him home dazed and grinning. Even though Xavier had surprised him with a willingness to share, and even though he’d surprised him tonight in how he accepted him in a sexual situation, DJ knew there were still barriers there.
Dave was comfortable with him, and DJ was perfectly at ease with Dave. That easy comfortable feeling was missing with Xavier. He kept his walls up with DJ. He couldn’t blame him, but he was determined to try and spend a little more time with him so they could be on easier terms. Not that he wanted to move in together or have some kind of permanent threesome or something like that. It was just that he wanted to be a part of Dave’s life, and Xavier was a huge part of his life. If they could all become close and perfectly comfortable with each other, so much the better.
Dave came in from his walk and took his shoes off in the hall. He wasn’t quite up for a run yet but he felt stronger every day. He padded to the bathroom, took his shower and, with his hair still damp, snuggled back in bed with Xav.
He didn’t have anything lustful in mind; he just wanted to experience, once again, the miracle of breathing in Xav’s scent, of lying next to him while he slept. Beautiful, bright angel…God, how he didn’t deserve this but his heart filled with joy regardless.
Xavier murmured in his sleep. He dreamt, nothing distinct… it was misty and he could feel Dave’s hand wrap around his hard cock and stroke him… he could smell Dave’s scent and feel his warm breath and the brush of his lips on his shoulder. With a small groan he ground his hips into the mattress.
A little smile twitched at Dave’s lips. Someone was having a nice dream. He peeled back the sheet and the sight of Xav’s naked body drove a hot spike through his center. They hadn’t made love since their reconciliation. Dave hadn’t been well enough and Xavier had needed comforting for once rather than sex.
He ran his hand down Xav’s back, over the gorgeous swell of tight buttocks. Xav always woke on his stomach, his first movements so sensual it made a man never want to get out of bed.
“So perfect,” he murmured and leaned in to kiss the back of Xav’s neck. He slid his hand lower to caress the back of one hard-muscled thigh, the rush of blood to his groin pulling a soft, dizzy moan from him when Xavier spread his legs to let his hand slip between.
“Mmm.” Xavier was pulled gently up from his dream in the nicest possible way. He blinked his eyes open, turned his head so he could see Dave, and gave him a sleepy smile. “Good morning, sweetheart.”
“Good morning, love,” Dave murmured as he nuzzled his shoulder. “You were making these really nice sounds. I didn’t want them to go to waste.” He stroked Xav’s back slowly, a little shy and unsure of himself. “I don’t suppose you’d feel like… y’know… messin’ around before breakfast?”
“Oh, I don’t know hon… maybe. If you tried real hard to convince me.” Xav’s soft smile curled into a lazy grin of anticipation.
“I’ll do my best,” Dave murmured and pulled him into his arms for a tender, heated kiss. It felt so good just to press up to him, chest to chest, hip to hip, hardening cocks rubbing gently against each other.
Then Xav moaned into his mouth and sparks ricocheted through him. His arms tightened, hands roaming over Xav’s back and butt, his tongue plundering his mouth. God…he was starved for this. Starved for his Xavier. He rolled him underneath, rolling his hips, his lips and teeth devouring Xav’s throat and shoulder.
He lifted his head suddenly and looked down with a heated plea in his eyes. “Are you convinced yet?”
Xavier swallowed hard, panting. He was so convinced it hurt. “Almost… I’m still not sure though,” he said, although the husky tone of his voice would have given away how ready he was even if the hard shaft lying on his belly hadn’t. “Keep going…”
‘K,” Dave whispered. His lips returned to tenderness as he kissed his way along Xavier’s chest. He lapped at a nipple, reveling in the feel of it pebbling under his tongue. “Just say when.”
He nudged a knee between Xav’s thighs to coax them apart and nibbled his way down his smooth, golden torso. The taste of his skin, the slight salt of excitement made him squirm but he forced himself to be patient. He plunged his tongue into Xav’s navel, just to feel him twitch, and then continued down to breathe over that perfect, straight, hard cock.
“So beautiful…” he murmured and moaned as he let his tongue lick over the tip. “So delicious.” His mouth closed over the head, sucking gently.
“Ohhh, yeah… that feels so damn good,” Xavier said, rolling his hips a little and sinking his fingers into Dave’s hair
Dave took that as a ‘when’ and plunged down Xavier’s shaft, taking him in to the base. He moaned hard around his full mouth, sucking on Xav was always such a turn-on. He teased him for a little, edging him up, and then abandoned his erection to travel lower. He took one ball in his mouth and suckled until he got a groan and then bent Xav’s knees up so he could reach what he wanted.
He kissed the taut skin under Xav’s sac and then lapped at the tight, puckered entrance waiting for him.
Xav tilted his hips up and rested his heels on the back of Dave’s shoulders. The warmth of Dave’s slippery tongue rimming him got him so hot. He brought one hand to his aching erection to tease his fingers up and down and then wrapped them around to stroke himself. This was pure bliss and Xav was in no rush, he let himself be teased and licked and stroked and probed until he couldn’t take anymore and just had to have Dave. “God, you got me so hot baby… want you inside me… please…”
The plea melted Dave’s brain and shoved out any thought he had about reaching for the lube. He kissed his way up Xav’s body, supported on his right arm while his left hand angled his cock to tease at the tight little backdoor.
His brain may have gone into complete, reactor core meltdown but his instincts held, keeping his approach slow and gentle. He eased the head in, a hard groan ripped from him at the constrictive grip, and he kissed Xav’s throat while he waited for him to adjust. It didn’t take long. Xav whimpered and squirmed under him and he answered the wordless plea, thrusting in and out in slow strokes until he was buried to the balls.
Xavier’s knees were bent over the top of Dave’s arms. Dave’s mouth latched on in a hard suck at the base of his throat as he drove himself in hard. Every thought of teasing and prolonging was driven from Xav’s head with that one thrust. It had been too long, and he had missed his lover too much, and he wanted to come so bad. One hand tangled in Dave’s hair and the other rapidly stroked his cock. “Babe… of god, baby… oh yes, fuck me…mmm, fuck me hard, babe…” Xavier murmured into Dave’s ear.
The groan he got was almost as hot as the way he complied with the request. Dave grabbed the backs of Xav’s knees and pushed them up further, spreading him wider as he drove into him harder and faster. Xav caught Dave’s lips in a searing kiss of hot breathless hungry mouths and tangling tongues. His fist pumped faster up and down his engorged cock as Dave stimulated him from the inside in the most delightful ways.
The orgasm snuck up on him quick and slammed into him hard. His stomach tightened and his breath caught for a second and then he was there “Aaaahh Aaaahh, ohhhh…” The force of the orgasm shot his come all the way up his chest to land in scalding ribbons of pearl white.
Dave managed to fasten his mouth on Xav’s shoulder before he came like a runaway express train. The bellows were muffled but his bucking and jerking still shook the bed as the spasms rocketed through him.
When the last aftershocks faded and he’d let Xav’s legs down, he lay gasping, unable to move. Maybe it had been more than his recovering body was ready for, but damn, it was worth it.
“Love…you…so much,” he panted against Xav’s skin.
“Love you too…” Xavier murmured, stroking his hands up and down Dave’s back.
Two days later they sat on the couch together and Xavier was thinking about Dave going to class in the morning. Dave had told him he was thinking about dropping out, seeing if he could get his old job back. Xav quickly nipped that in the bud. Actually he’d told him to stop being stupid.
Now they were both studiously not talking about the gigantic, polka-dotted elephant in the room.
Xavier put down the book he had been not reading and looked over at Dave. He blew out a breath. “Call him. Ask him if he wants to come over or meet for coffee or something.”
Dave swallowed hard as he folded the newspaper he’d been staring holes into for the past half hour. “You sure, sweets? I mean…”
Xav nodded and nudged at him and Dave bit back all the idiotic things that almost leapt out of his mouth such as ‘you’ll like him’ and ‘he’s a really great guy’. Nobody wanted to hear that about the one his lover had been cheating with.
“’K.” Rather than leave the room to make the phone call, Dave reached for the receiver next to the sofa. No more hiding anything. He rubbed his damp palm on his jeans, his heart slamming against his ribs. Dammit, he’d hurt DJ, too, how much remained to be seen. The phone rang twice, DJ’s soft baritone answered. “Deej? It’s, um, Dave…you got a minute?”
“I always got time for you, sweetcheeks…” Dj said with his typical warmth and hint of humor but with a note of sadness in his voice.
It was quiet enough in the living room Xavier could hear the other end of the conversation, and he bristled a little at the endearment and affectionate tone. Then he told himself to stop it, hadn’t he been the one to tell Dave to call the guy?
Before Dave responded DJ went on, “…how’re you feeling? I’ve wanted to call and see how you were but… didn’t think it was a good idea.”
“I’m OK.” Dave slid down farther on the sofa and let out a long breath. “I’m better. Lots. Look…I’m not…I don’t like how I left things.” He reached over to take Xavier’s hand. “You have some time to, y’know, stop by or something? Or meet for coffee somewhere?”
There was a long pause on the other end of the line before DJ answered. “Dave…” DJ rubbed his eyes tiredly. He didn’t want to read too much into the request. Dave was such a sweetheart. He probably just felt he needed some kind of closure. At one time DJ would have been OK with that. Go back to being just friends, which would probably fade into acquaintances after a while. Now, he wasn’t sure he could.
He had missed Dave so damn much, had been so worried about him, and it had hurt more than he cared to admit that Dave would rather never see him again than lose Xavier. He didn’t think he could stand the ‘just friends’ speech. He didn’t think he could stand seeing him and knowing he couldn’t touch him.
God, how pathetic and how stupid could he be? He finally started to heal a little from what Jamie had done to him, and he went and fell in love with a guy who was destined to break his heart again.
He cleared his throat. “Hon, I don’t know if that’s a good idea. Don’t want to piss Xavier off again.”
“He suggested to call,” Dave explained.
That took DJ back a step and there was another long pause. “Oh,” He finally said, feeling as stupid as he probably sounded. He couldn’t for the life of him fathom why Xavier would tell Dave to call him. “Um…I, uh, I guess I could come over…” He paused again before asking, “Did he say why?”
“It’s not like he wants to rip your lungs out, Deej,” Dave said softly. “It’s…I’m not real good explaining stuff, yeah? But I think we all need to talk.”
That actually sounded pretty ominous to DJ. Dave might think Xavier didn’t want to hurt him, but he didn’t think Dave had been paying attention when Xavier came home. The look on his face, his body posture, the tone of his voice, all said he’d been a hair’s breadth from jumping DJ’s shit. He couldn’t blame him, not a bit. But, what was he supposed to do? Say no?
“Okay, I’ll be over in about an hour.”
Dave hung up the phone and turned to bury his face against Xavier’s chest. He wanted to talk to DJ, wanted to clear the air, but the possibility of confrontation still lingered. His heart wasn’t up to any more strife. “Sweets…are you gonna yell at him?”
Xavier’s insides were so tight he felt sick. Instead of answering the question he asked one. The one he’d been avoiding since he first found out about DJ. “Do you love him?”
The sudden urge to crawl into or perhaps under the bed swept over Dave. He had his love back, things were just getting back to normal. He sighed and wished for the hundredth time he was better with words. More like Der, who could talk the ears off a rabbit, or Jonathan, who could probably explain his way out of an alligator pit.
He was who he was, though, and would have to do the best he could. “Yes,” he said and tightened his arms around Xav when he felt him stiffen. “Yes, I do, sweets. But not like I love you. I love Richard and Victor, too. It’s more like that.”
Xavier let his breath out slowly. Hearing him say he loved someone else tore at him. Yeah, he loved Rich and Vic and a handful of others. He knew that and he was okay with that and this should be no different… but it was, and Xavier couldn’t say why.
What the hell had he just done? Why did he tell Dave to invite him over? He wanted to tell Dave he could never see that guy again, or he’d leave him for good.
He supposed what stopped him was he could do that, and Dave would agree. He’d lose DJ’s number and stay away from him, for Xavier. It should have made him feel better. It didn’t really. God, he was fucked up. He wiped a hand over his face and swallowed hard.
“I know you do. I just… I don’t want you to hurt.”
Dave surged up and took Xavier’s face between his hands. “I don’t want you to hurt, either, love. Chrissakes, I can’t stand to see you hurt. I love you more than I can even say, so much it’s like my heart can’t hold it all when I watch you sleeping sometimes. It’s you I want to be with, you I live for, no matter who else comes into our lives.”
He put his forehead against Xav’s. “Other people might wander in and out of our hearts but it’s you I can’t live without.”
Xavier smiled and kissed him tenderly, then said, “You watch me sleep? Jeez Dave, that’s pretty freakin’ creepy.”
They both chuckled, and some of the tension went out of them both.
“I love you too.”
A while later there was a knock on the door and Dave showed DJ in.
Xavier was trying not to look too hostile, but when his eyes came up they locked onto DJ and it took everything he had not to let loose his caustic tongue.
DJ, for his part, looked uncomfortably resigned
“So, um, OK.” Dave rubbed the back of his neck fretfully. “Xav, this is DJ Connor, he’s an EMT. We met in my pharmacy class. DJ, this is Xavier Gavrilov, the most incredible dancer this side of Nureyev. We met…”
Dave stopped and let out a strangled, slightly hysterical chuckle. “Actually, I was naked when we first met. Christ…anyone need a beer?”
Xavier was too quiet, for too long, because everything that came to mind to say dripped with venom and for once he was trying to think before he spat something out. For Dave’s sake, because he had sounded so tired and anxious when he asked if he was going to yell at DJ.
“Sit down,” he offered mildly. He was getting tired of looking up at the guy. He just had to be tall and gorgeous, didn’t he? Damn it.
DJ sat, still not sure if it was even a good idea to be here. There had to be more to this meeting than ‘let’s-all-pretend-to-be-friends-now’.
Xavier finally broke, the calm dropping away like water sliding down his body. It was not in his nature to keep it cool and calm when he was so angry and hurt. His tone changed to biting and angry, but at least the words he chose were well thought-out.
“Look, DJ… Dave and I, we had an understanding. We’re not exclusive because neither one of us can be, but we have rules. Dave broke the rules big time, that’s why I was so pissed. But you didn’t know those rules, so I can’t really blame you, and I’ve already forgiven Dave so it would be pointless to be pissed at you.” Xavier stopped for a second and glanced at Dave, but quickly looked back at DJ because if he stayed on Dave this might be over before he said all he had to say.
“H-he cares about you. I know what it feels like to not be able to see someone you care about. I don’t want him to hurt like that. So… just keep everything totally honest, and we’ll be okay. That means you fuck someone else bareback you tell Dave about it and you don’t touch him again until you’re clear. There are too many lives at stake, including mine. If you guys are gonna get together I need to know beforehand, at least for a while. I don’t wanna keep a leash on Dave or something but I just have to know where he’s at until… well, just until I say so.” No need to tell DJ just how fucked up in the head he was and how much this little episode had cost him in trust. “Can you play by the rules?”
DJ was a little stunned, but processing rapidly. This had to be the most bizarre conversation he’d ever had. He’d never had anyone lay out ground rules for being able to fuck their boyfriend before, much less in such a clear-cut blunt way. The honesty was actually… refreshing.
“I can do that,” DJ said softly. “Xavier… I know you said you don’t blame me, but I am sorry. I didn’t plan it, we didn’t plan it, and neither of us wanted to hurt you. I know that’s hard to believe because I didn’t even know you, but I know what it’s like to be hurt like that, and I wouldn’t have wished that on even a total stranger. I know it was Dave’s choice, but I helped him make that choice. I hope you can forgive me, too.”
Xavier blinked. “Hmm… someone who owns up to personal responsibility. Pretty rare. Guess I’ll let you let you walk outta here intact after all.” Xav gave a dramatic sigh.
The worried look on DJ’s face melted into a heart pounding smile.
Dave left his spot by the kitchen door where the shakes had their teeth in him bad. He strode to Xavier and dropped to his knees to lay his head in his lap. If he didn’t get something to hold onto, he was going to shake apart.
He couldn’t speak without it coming out twitchy and garbled, so he settled for wrapping his arms around Xav in gratitude.
Xavier stroked Dave’s back and his hair and bent to kiss his temple and murmur soothingly to him until the tremors stopped and Dave calmed.
DJ watched, silent, his heart aching. This was just too damn strange. When he and Dave had been together he had somehow compartmentalized the fact that he was with Xavier and had a whole life that didn’t involve him, but to see them together like this… see how much they obviously loved each other… he felt like an intruder. They might be able to share, but DJ wasn’t sure he could do this, even for Dave. He’s always thought of himself as a ‘one guy’ kind of guy.
With a soft sigh, Dave turned to sit on the floor by Xav’s feet, where his head could still rest against his knee. “Deej,” he said, his voice fairly steady. “I know all this hasn’t been easy for you, either. And…and I’m sorry. It was me screwing up that made this all a lot harder than it had to be.”
He looked up into those dark eyes. “I’m real good at screwing up. One of my best things. You were hurting and I wanted to help and I hate that I’ve probably made you feel worse instead.”
“Sweetie, its not like I didn’t know what road we were going down. Things could have ended up a lot worse,” DJ said, ever the practical one. “You guys feel up to going out? Get something to eat, maybe? Do something normal?”
Dave chuckled, a warmer, healthier one this time. “’Normal’ can have a lot of variations, yeah?” He looked up at Xavier. “You hungry, love? Someplace where there’s steak and french fries, maybe?”
“You have to ask?” Xavier said. “Lets go to Wally’s and get surf and turf… let me go change quick.”
He didn’t really need to change, but it gave Dave and DJ a few minutes alone and when he got back they looked more comfortable. DJ spent much of the meal surreptitiously watching Xav eat and wondering where he managed to put it all. It wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as he had feared. He had worried most of what Xavier said was just talk, that he would be touchy and possessive with Dave, but he seemed genuinely okay with DJ’s presence and he didn’t bristle or get funny if Dave touched him, or laughed at something he said. When they got back to the apartment afterwards he went inside and left them alone to say goodbye. If he was jealous he was doing a damn good job of hiding it.
He said as much to Dave, and Dave shrugged and said he didn’t think Xav was jealous. He’d seen Xav jealous, and this wasn’t it. He wasn’t the pretend and silently brood type, he was the blow up in your face no matter who was around type. Good to know.
Standing in the hallway outside Dave’s apartment DJ brought his hand up to cup Dave’s cheek. “I’m glad he came back to you, honey.”
Dave gazed up at him. “You’re amazing, Deej. You really mean that.” One hand slid to the back of DJ’s neck and he leaned in, his lips brushing DJ’s as he whispered, “Thank you.”
That was just too sweet to resist and DJ leaned closer to catch Dave’s lips in a more serious kiss, his fingers sliding back into Dave’s hair. God, did he know how much he loved him?
Arms wrapped around DJ’s neck, Dave leaned into him and returned the kiss tenderly. Before things could get too heated, he stepped back with a little smile. “Night, Deej. See you in class.”
The door of the apartment closed before DJ had his wits together enough to respond. He leaned his head against the wall with a soft bang and a groan, and then he chuckled. He felt like a teenager who had just lost his chance to get lucky after his date
Inside, Dave seized Xavier by his waist and swung him round and round before pulling him close for a fierce kiss. “Do you know how wonderful you are?” he whispered with a soft smile against those luscious lips. “Do you know what I’d go through just to lay down at your feet?”
“Ah, well, it’s not easy being this wonderful you know,” Xavier said with a grin. “But, you can take me in the other room and pay homage to my wonderfulness if you want.”
Dave swept him up in his arms. “I think I can manage that,” he said with a too-serious nod. He took Xavier in the bedroom and spent the next few hours paying homage to each and every square inch of his gorgeous body.
Dave had turned down the answering machine’s volume. There was only one voice he wanted to hear and no calls had come in from Vic’s house or from Xav’s cell. He’d called the cell five, no, six times already but Xav must have turned off his phone. The messages he left were disjointed and jumbled, he knew that but couldn’t help it. The anguish left no room for coherent thought.
He was a coward and a moron and a jackass besides. If only he’d just come out and told Xav, no matter what. If only he’d never done it. If only he’d stayed at the fucking morgue where everything was safe and quiet. Then his Xav would be here beside him instead of gone forever.
He tried the cell one more time. “Please…Xav…” he choked out after the message beep sounded and hung up as he burst into tears again. One more time…no, no Xav didn’t need him blubbering into his phone. He’d hurt him enough and he’d been real clear on where Dave stood with him now. Nowhere. He deserved it and he would stop tormenting Xav with his whining.
The fact that he was really gone, that was the part he just couldn’t face. He sat on the couch and turned the TV on, blindly letting the images wash over him. Time passed in a meaningless, empty way, one hour much the same as the next.
The phone had been ringing off and on. When he got up, stiff muscles protesting after hours of inactivity, he checked the numbers, bereft of hope. Vincent’s, his father’s house, Vincent again…no Xavier.
He scrubbed his hands over his face, went to the kitchen, closed the door and sat down with the pad of paper he kept by the fridge. When he finished writing, he folded the note in thirds, put Xav’s name on the outside, and then got up to go to the stove.
The gas stove.
With these older models, one could turn on the gas just enough so it hissed out into the air but no spark lit the burners. He turned them on, one by one, opened the oven and turned that on, too. He sat back down, put his head on the table and went to sleep, fully expecting never to wake up again.
“Dammit,” Sebastian muttered as he put the phone down again. He’d talked to Cody and knew Dave was probably not in a good way. Usually, though, no matter how depressed, Dave still answered the phone. He hadn’t last night and he wasn’t this morning.
“Dad?” he called down the hall. “I’m going over Dave’s…”
He got some angry, muttered response but nothing that sounded like a no, so he hurried out of the house and drove to Dave’s apartment. He told himself Dave probably just wasn’t home. He’d found someplace to go to ground, have a drinking binge and sleep it off. But he wasn’t with Ms Kat. He wasn’t with Vince. And he sure as hell wasn’t with Vic and Cody.
He pounded on the door. “Dave? C’mon, man, answer the door!” Nothing but silence greeted him. Dread lodged in his stomach; he used his key. The smell that hit him when he opened the door sent panic zipping through him. Gas…dammit, dammit, Dave….
He took a deep breath and barreled into the kitchen, turned off the burners and the oven, took Dave under the arms and dragged him out to the living room. He flung open all the windows, turned on the overhead fan and the air conditioning, anything to get the air circulating and the poison out. With a few heaves, he tugged Dave onto the window seat and stuck his head out into the clean air. He still breathed, his heart still beat.
“Christ…you shithead,” Sebastian muttered through his tears. He thought about calling 911. No, they’d lock Dave up in some psych ward like they’d done with Xav. Shuttle him off to some VA institution for broken-down, addict soldiers. God.
“Dave…c’mon dude, wake up.” He patted Dave’s face and got a moan. Good. All right. At least he wasn’t comatose. Dammit he couldn’t do this alone. He put in a call to Vincent.
Vincent hung up the phone, gray and shaking. “My loves,” he told Drew and Jonathan. “We need to go to David’s. He’s tried to kill himself.”
“Dave?” Drew said in disbelief. “What happened? I mean, what… what’d he do?” Drew was having a hard time believing Dave would try and kill himself. Even hurting like he was, Dave seemed like such a survivor.
Vince told them what Sebastian had said while they got into the van.
“Maybe it was an accident,” Drew couldn’t help saying, though he knew better.
Jonathan snorted. “One burner left on is an accident. Four? And the oven? Don’t think so, sweetie.”
They helped Sebastian get Dave comfortably settled in bed and then stayed to help as he woke and was ill and groggy. Though mostly unresponsive, he did call out for Xavier from time to time.
“Christ,” Jonathan muttered as he tried to soothe him. “Enough to break a granite heart.”
They stayed that night so Sebastian wouldn’t be alone and then into the next day when Dave developed a spiking fever and a hoarse cough. Three days and nights they took it in shifts, sitting with Dave, trying to ease the physical suffering.
Finally on the fourth morning, he was well enough for Jonathan to coax him into the shower and then out to the sofa.
“You hungry, handsome? I’ll make you whatever you want,” Jonathan said cheerfully as he tucked a blanket around Dave’s lap. He anticipated a request of toast, perhaps.
Dave stared up at him with weary, red-rimmed eyes and said in a hoarse murmur, “Orange juice.”
“Oh.” Jonathan scratched his head. “You don’t have any of that right now, hon. Can I get you something else?”
Dave curled into a ball and shook his head before he started coughing.
Jonathan patted the air with both hands in a placating gesture. “OK, OK, I’ll get you the damn juice. I’m not supposed to leave you alone but I’ll just be a couple, all right? Can I get your promise you’ll be a good boy and sit right there?”
“Promise,” Dave whispered and Jonathan hurried out to the grocery down the street.
DJ was worried. Beyond worried actually. He’d gotten used to seeing Dave at least a couple times a week, and he talked to him almost every day. But he hadn’t heard anything from him in four days now, his calls went unanswered, and his cell went right to voice mail.
He’d been to Dave’s apartment once, when Xavier was gone, working on the video. Funny, Dave talked about Xavier enough he felt like he almost knew him. Which put even more guilt on him. He didn’t know Xavier, but he hadn’t wanted to hurt him, and he certainly didn’t want to hurt Dave.
Dave kept saying he was going to tell Xavier, come clean about everything. DJ wanted him to, and was afraid at the same time. He didn’t think Xav was going to take it as well as Dave thought he would. He knew their relationship was sort of open, but he couldn’t imagine anyone just shrugging off hearing their boyfriend had another lover.
Maybe Dave had finally told him. It was the only explanation he could think of for Dave dropping off the face of the earth like this. He wasn’t sure what he might do if he was wrong, and Dave had just decided to ignore him, or if Xavier was home, or if he knew and confronted DJ… so many ‘what ifs’, but one thing was sure, he had to at least find out if Dave was all right.
He parked the car and walked up to the apartment. He knocked and got no answer. Knocked again and waited. He thought about trying the door handle, was actually staring at it in indecision when it turned and the door opened. He looked up. “Dave, I’m sorry to just drop in, but… Oh, damn,” he said softly. “You look like hell.” He looked over Dave’s shoulder, trying to see if there was anyone else in the apartment. “Can I come in…or, you want me to go?” He wanted to ask what happened but he thought he knew, and he wanted to take Dave in his arms and hold him tight. He didn’t know if that would make it worse, but it was killing him to stand there and see Dave in such obvious pain.
Dave wandered back to his nest on the couch, letting DJ decide whether to follow or not. Why couldn’t they all just leave him alone? He wasn’t worth anyone’s time and effort and if they went away he could get on with the business of dying instead of lingering like this.
“He left me,” Dave managed in a hoarse whisper when DJ sat next to him. Poor Deej looked so worried, like such a nervous wreck, he had to explain a little. “He saw your text on my cell. Put it together himself. Told me what a shit I am, true enough, and left me.” He shrugged. “Had every right to.”
“Babe, I’m so sorry,” DJ said softly. He still didn’t know if he should touch him, but he couldn’t stand it any longer. He took Dave’s hand and when he didn’t shrug him off or push him away he put an arm around him. “God, I’m sorry.” The guilt was crushing. He’d made Dave go through the exact same pain he had. He should have left him alone, should have backed off… should’ve, could’ve, would’ve and it all was useless now. He stroked his back and eventually Dave bent enough to put his head on his shoulder and DJ wrapped his arms around him.
He knew exactly the place Dave was at, where he didn’t want to be comforted and yet needed it so desperately. He said none of the stupid drivel people normally said at such times. No one wanted to hear how it was not the end and things would look better soon when their heart was broken. He swallowed hard around the knot in his throat. “I know it will never be enough to say I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I am. I’m here for you…”
“Not your fault. Don’t even try it. Told you from go it was my problem.” Dave’s tone remained flat and even. Nothing really mattered anyway. Not anymore. Nothing for DJ to be sorry about.
DJ picked his head up when he heard the door close, and a second later a very hot guy with the prettiest green eyes he’d ever seen walked into the living room.
“OK, so this isn‘t awkward or anything. I go out to get you groceries and you invite boys over.” Jonathan looked from Dave to the gorgeous hunk wrapped around him. “So, lemme guess. This must be whatshisname…DJ?”
DJ had the grace to look slightly embarrassed, but he did manage a smile. “Yes, I’m whatshisname DJ. And you’re not blond, or trying to kill me, so you’re not Xavier…”
Jonathan had wanted to dislike DJ, intensely. He knew Dave felt otherwise but it sounded to him like the other man had walked in with open eyes and had willfully pursued when he could’ve bowed out. Problem was, the soft-spoken, somewhat wounded reality was much different than the hussy he’d built in his imagination.
“Right on all three counts. Such a smart man,” he said and put a palm to his chest. “Jonathan. Friend of the family. ‘Scuse me a moment.” He disappeared into the kitchen to put things away, then returned with half a glass of juice. “Here you are, hon, as ordered and don’t you think for a minute I’m not gonna stand here and watch you drink it all.”
“Xavier, get up!”
Cody was badgering him again. Xavier pulled the blanket tighter around his head.
“I mean it, get your butt out of that bed. You haven’t left this room in four days.”
Xav didn’t answer, didn’t even open his eyes.
“Cripes, Xav! Vic says I’m not allowed to bring you any more food. You have to come down to eat.” Not that Xav had eaten much anyway. “And you smell like crud. Have pity on us and take a freaking shower.”
Still no response. Cody grabbed the blanket and yanked at it. He pulled it off but Xavier curled into a ball. Cody sat down on the edge of the bed and rubbed his back.
“C’mon, Xav. If you don’t get up Vic said he’ll come up and throw your little butt in the shower himself.”
Xavier rolled over and put his head in Cody’s lap. “I can’t, Cody.”
Cody relented and gathered Xavier up. “Oh, sweetie…I hate to see you like this.” He rocked Xav in his arms since the tears had started again. “I’ll help you if you want. Wash your hair. Scrub your back. Maybe a bath instead? That might be nice…”
Xavier sobbed harder and Cody fought not to roll his eyes. Everything, but everything reminded him of Dave and the most innocent reference could cause these crying jags.
He pulled Xav up to take his head in his hands. “Don’t you think it might be worth it to just try and talk to him? At least get some of this out of your system?”
“He’s probably already making plans with DJ,” Xavier said miserably.
“Xav, you’re putting stuff in your way for no good reason. Why? You don’t hate him, I know you don’t. Do you really never want to see him again?”
“Do you want him to just get over you and move on?”
“If that’s what he wants.”
“I didn’t ask what he wants, I asked what you want. You either figure out how to forgive him or get over him. Which do you want?”
“I can forgive him, Cody, I already have. I just don’t know if I can trust him again. I never thought he’d lie to me, not like this.”
Cody didn’t have anything to say to that. He knew trust didn’t come easy for Xav, and this breach would take more than an apology and promises to fix. “Do you want to talk to him, or not?”
Xavier lowered his head to Cody’s shoulder again and wrapped his arms around him. “Yeah. I do.”
Xavier got up and took a shower and shaved. He put on the scent Dave liked best (next to just plain skin), and blow-dried his hair. He went through his clothes and put on a thin skintight t-shirt and jeans low enough they clung to his hipbones within an inch of their life.
His eyes were still hollow and red-rimmed, but otherwise he looked pretty damn good. Cody agreed and kissed his cheek before he left.
On the ride over he chewed his thumbnail and fidgeted. A tight knot formed in his stomach. He didn’t know what he would do if Dave wasn’t glad to see him. If he told him to leave. If he didn’t want him anymore.
Dave lied to him, had been lying to him, and broke his heart, but even broken he still loved him with everything he had. If he wanted a relationship with this DJ guy it was going to be a bitter pill to swallow… but, he supposed he could accept it, if that’s what Dave needed.
He parked and noticed Jonathan’s car. Ah well, it was good someone was looking after him. Xav went up the stairs and unlocked the door.
Jonathan head snapped around when he heard the key turn. Sebastian wasn’t due back until after dinner and the only other person with a key was…
“Oh. Holy. Shit.” The urge to retreat to the kitchen and hide under the table was nearly overwhelming. But he stood his ground, unwilling to desert Dave.
DJ would have hidden under the table with him, but only to spare Dave having to explain. It was already too late though; the few seconds warning was all they got. Xavier came around the corner of the living room and under any other circumstance DJ would’ve melted into the carpet. Fuckin’ gorgeous. What a beautiful little angel. An angel who took one look at him and looked like he’d been kicked in the stomach. Fuck.
Xav had thought he’d been prepared. Thought he’d geared himself up enough to be able to handle it if DJ was there. But he’d clung to the hope he wouldn’t be there. To know Dave had replaced him so quickly… he felt it like physical blow. The pain and humiliation was enough to scorch him where he stood and he wanted to turn right back around and walk out… but… he couldn’t live without Dave. Didn’t want to live without him.
He took a deep breath and lifted his head again to look at DJ. “Get out.”
Dave had no thought for anyone else in the room. It didn’t even register what Xavier said. He only heard that beloved voice he thought he’d never hear again. He’d twisted around on the couch, one hand reaching out hesitantly. “Xav?”
DJ picked himself up. As much as he wanted neither of them to be hurt, as much as he wanted them to work things out because it was so obvious how much they loved each other, it still cut him to know Dave probably wasn’t aware he was still in the room. With as much dignity as he could he headed toward the door and stopped himself from even saying good-bye.
Xavier ignored him and moved to Dave. He slid down into his lap, wrapped his arms around him, and put his head on his shoulder. It was just about the most wonderful feeling he could think of when Dave’s arms wrapped around him tight. “You stupid fucking jerk,” Xavier said on the heels of a strangled sob.
Hard not to have some of the darkness lift when he held his angel in his arms. Dave nodded against his hair, unable to refute it. He was a stupid fucking jerk.
“Are you–” He turned his head for a short fit of wracking coughs. “Visiting or staying?”
“Do you want me to stay?” Xav asked.
“Oh, hell, yes.”
“Then, I’m staying.” He stroked a gentle hand over Dave’s hair, trying to get a hold of his hitching breath as a little worried frown formed on his face. “You sick babe? You sound awful…”
Jonathan chewed on the side of his thumbnail. Now would probably be the time to retreat to the kitchen. Certain things nagged at him, though, things he knew Dave wouldn’t bother to mention in his current state.
“Xav, hon?” he interrupted softly when both sobs and coughs quieted. “Could I see you for just a sec?” He nodded towards the kitchen. “There’s some stuff…well, just come on. I won’t take long.”
Xavier sighed and reluctantly stood. He didn’t want to get up, but he followed Jonathan into the kitchen. “I’m sorry about your dinner, Jon, don’t yell at me, ok? I haven’t had the best week.”
“No, no, it’s nothing like that.” Jonathan waved one hand over the other in negation. “Real quick, two things. No three. First, I’m so fucking glad you’re here. You just don’t know. Second, just want you to know, that other guy? The one that just left? He wasn’t here but a few minutes before you came. It’s not like he’s been hanging out here and I’d know because I have.”
He ran his hands back through his curls in a fretful gesture. “The third thing’s kinda harder. Dave…was in a bad place after Saturday. He tried to snuff himself. Closed that door, turned on the gas and sat down to wait. Sebastian found him before it got to the point of no return. He’s been sick ever since.”
Xavier stared at him hard for a minute. “He did what?” He didn’t really need it repeated but he was having a hard time processing this. He turned around and walked back out into the living room. “God, Brooks, you really are an idiot sometimes,” he grumbled. Dave had lain down on the couch so Xav sat on the floor in front of him and took his hand, kissed the palm. “What if Sebastian hadn’t come over? Then where would I be? What would I do without you? Don’t you ever do anything like that again.”
“Xav…I’m…” Dave’s throat closed over and he squeezed his eyes shut against the sting of tears. It took three deep breaths before he could go on. “I can’t ever tell you how sorry I am. I’m supposed to be the one to protect you, to be your shelter. And instead I can’t tell you something’s going on, never mind the excuses and the reasons. I didn’t. And I hurt you. And you’ll never trust me again.”
He was too exhausted to sob but the tears leaked out anyway. “I thought I’d lost you. For good. And dammit if I don’t deserve to…”
Xavier sighed and shifted around so his back leaned against the couch. He pulled his knees up and rested his chin on them. “Yeah, you hurt me. Hurt me bad…I can’t just stop loving you though, Dave.” He turned his head to look back at him. “I’m sorry I’m not…everything you need. Why didn’t you just tell me?”
A strangled sound escaped Dave’s chest, half sob, half hysterical laugh. “What do you think I’ve been asking myself all this time? Why, why, why didn’t I just tell you?” His fist beat against the sofa frame with every word until Xav took his hand again to stop him.
“I…didn’t go out looking,” he began again on a long, uneven breath. “He was hurting and he ended up sobbing in my arms one day and things…got away from me. I tried to call you, right then and there, but you were at rehearsal. I guess you can check your phone logs if you need to.” He stopped to cough for a while and Xav’s hand ended up stroking his chest to soothe him. It felt like bands of bright sunlight stroked up and down his sternum.
“I came home and that was the night you told me about the video. And I was so excited for you…I didn’t want to ruin your moment. And then it was this or that and it just got harder and harder. I wanted to tell you, love. And you are everything I could ever want. Or need.” His fingers closed around Xav’s, though he stared at the ceiling. “I’m just an idiot.”
“Yeah, you’re an idiot…but you’re my idiot.” That got the little smile from Dave he was hoping for. He wished he could leave it at that, but he didn’t want any shit between them that would come up later, better to get it all out now. “So… the first time was just… one of those things. But, it wasn’t just once… you went back to him, so, he must’ve done something for you.” He was trying hard not to sound angry and bitter, it came through a little anyway and he took a deep breath and blew it out before he went on. “What now? You gonna keep seeing him?”
“What? No…Christ…” The shocked denial started him coughing again and Xav had to sit him up so he could catch his breath. Dave wheezed out, “After what seeing him did to you? How could I do that?” Now he buried his head in his hands and started to sob on the realization that Xavier was back beside him but might never believe in him again.
Xavier moved up onto the couch and took Dave in his arms. He held him and looked helplessly over his heaving shoulders at Jonathan, who was trying to stay as unobtrusive and silent as possible. He had the feeling Jonathan didn’t leave only because he was afraid they would screw this up again if he did.
When Dave quieted, Xavier took his face in his hands and made him look at him. “You know, I’m not going to push you toward someone else, sweetheart… but I wasn’t pissed because I was jealous. Well, that wasn’t the main thing anyway. I was pissed because you hid it from me. Just don’t do that again, and the rest we can work out, ok?”
“’K,” Dave managed on a shaky breath and a sniff. He looked into those summer sky eyes, shadowed, yes, but the love in them pierced his heart. He curled up with his head in Xavier’s lap. “I’ve missed you, sweets…” Another thought hit him as he snuggled closer. “There’s, um, a whole bunch of messages from me on your cell. You might wanna delete those. And there’s a letter in the kitchen. Might wanna put that in the disposal.”
Xavier stroked his fingers over Dave’s face tenderly. He looked up at Jonathan, who went into the kitchen without being asked. A second later the disposal ran, and then he came back. Dave had fallen asleep.
“Well, maybe I should–” Jonathan said.
Xavier interrupted him. “Do you have to go? Or can you stay for a while?”
“I can stay, hon,” Jonathan answered softly. “You want me to make you breakfast? You’re looking a little waif-y.”
“Waif-y?” Xavier said with an arched brow. “Is that even a word?” He smiled. “How about steak and eggs?” As soon as he said it he was hungry, he hadn’t been eating much, hadn’t felt like it. “And I should call Cody…” Before he got a chance to though, Jonathan had wandered off to the kitchen and Xavier slid down on the couch beside Dave. He only meant to lie down for a second, but he hadn’t been sleeping either and he was out almost as soon as he closed his eyes.
“Did you–?” Jonathan stuck his head back out of the kitchen and stopped at the sight on the sofa. “Poor babes,” he murmured and decided to wait on cooking. Let them nap first, they sure as hell needed it.
He’d wanted like hell to be angry with them both. They’d upset Vincent so badly. Though Dave would never believe it, he was sort of a hero to Vince…maybe that wasn’t the right way to put it but Vince looked up to him. Time enough to put all that right later. Dammit but they looked so freaking adorable curled up together. How could he be mad?
He went back into the kitchen to make some soft phone calls, Cody, Sebastian and then home, just to let everyone know things would be all right now.
Dave sat on the couch, arms crossed over his chest, staring at the coffee table. Or through the table, Xav thought. He’d been that way for half an hour straight.
“Babe?” he finally said when he couldn’t stand the silence anymore. “You, ah, trying out for one of those living mannequins or something?”
“Hm?” Dave looked up and blinked. “Oh, sorry. Just thinking.”
“Well, duh. What about?”
Dave chewed on his bottom lip a moment before he leaned forward with his hands clasped between his knees. “Sweets…I’m not sure how to bring this up without it coming out wrong.”
“Then say it wrong.”
“When you’ve said we don’t need the money, that we could live off your salary, do you really meant that? I mean, if I wasn’t working for a bit…” Dave trailed off. He didn’t want Xavier to think less of him, to resent him if he wasn’t working for a while.
“Um, yeah. I meant it. I’m done with school, I make more than enough to take care of this place… did something happen at work?”
Dave ran his hands over his face. “No, no, it’s not that. I mean, what could happen at work? It’s a freaking morgue.” He reached over to take Xavier’s hand. “It didn’t matter before, though, that I’d settled for such a, um, dead end job. Now it does. I want you to be proud of me.” He took a deep breath and hurried on. “I’m thinking about going back to school. Get my LPN. It wouldn’t take long. I could test out of most of the classes, though I’d have to do the practical rotations.”
He pressed Xav’s fingers to his cheek. “I’d be home nights. Get a good job after I take the boards, at a clinic or a doc’s office or something. Would…would you like that?”
Xavier took his hand back, but gently, although he didn’t exactly look happy. Not upset either, just… thoughtful. “Dave, if that’s what you want to do, that’s great, but don’t do this for me. If you’re happy where you are, stay there. If something else will make you happy, go for it. I’ll back you either way. What you do for a living makes no difference to me how I feel about you.”
Dave flopped back against the sofa to stare at the ceiling. “Sweets, I haven’t been happy at a job…well, ever. The one I have now was the first one that would take me when I came home all wall-eyed and crazy. And it was quiet and nobody talked to me so it worked.” He swallowed hard. “I think I just want to work with living people, yeah? Maybe help a kid who’s still breathing instead of just holding babies who’re already dead.”
Xavier suppressed a shudder. He pulled Dave into his arms and kissed his forehead.. “Okay, just one thing. Don’t think about it and think about it, just do it. Turn your notice in Monday, and don’t worry about it.”
“Yessir,” Dave said with a crooked smile. He stroked a finger along Xav’s cheek. “You know your butt looks amazing in those jeans?”
“My butt looks amazing in anything.” Xavier grinned.
“True, but you know where it looks most amazing?” Dave’s voice had dropped to a husky murmur. “Staring up at me naked with my hands on either side.”
Xavier smiled. “Talk like that will get you everywhere.” He caught Dave’s lips in a kiss that swiftly turned white hot. Within minutes clothes were shed and tossed aside, the small spark fanned into a blaze of need.
Dave got the view he wanted with Xavier bent naked over the arm of the sofa and though the session wasn’t a long one, the sex was uninhibited and heated. “God, I love you,” he murmured into Xav’s hair when he held him afterwards. Xav could say what he wanted, but it was hard to be proud of a morgue tech and he really did want Xav to be proud of him.
True to his word, he turned his resignation in Monday morning and spent all of his free time in phone calls to the nursing school in town and the Veteran’s Affairs office. He might as well get something out of the damn GI bill.
Xavier was glad Dave was doing something, and that he seemed happy about it. There was one thing that nagged him, though he tried not to let it. Dave kept say things like he wanted Xav to be proud of him, that he didn’t want to be stuck in job going nowhere… and he said it often enough Xav was beginning to wonder if he was trying to give him a hint.
If Dave didn’t think Xavier could be proud of him for working in a morgue, how could Dave be proud of Xav being a stripper? Yeah, Switchbacks was more than just a strip club. The cabaret was done artfully and drew more than the sleaze balls who wanted to see some naked flesh to jack off to under the table, but anyway you sliced it he was still taking his clothes off for a living.
He thought about bringing it up with Dave, but didn’t for two reasons. One, he didn’t want to turn this into something about him. Two, Dave was happy. He didn’t want to do anything to change that. But it bugged him. So, he did the next best thing.
“What do you think, Cody?”
“About the pants? Or about Dave?” Cody asked, watching Xavier as he checked out the fit of the excruciatingly tight shiny black PVC pants in the dressing room mirror.
“About Dave.” Xavier said, turning his head to grin over his shoulder at Cody. “I already know you like the pants.”
“They’re nice, hon, but I’d think about a different color for you,” Cody said with his head tipped to one side. “Dave, though…sweetie, he’d be proud of his gorgeous, wonderful Xav if you were a street sweeper. I don’t think that’s the issue. I think he’s a very proud man, he can’t help it, and he wants to feel like a man, you know? Cripes, I think if I told Vic he could stop working, we’d be completely comfortable on my money, which is true, he’d die of shame.”
He ran a finger over Xav’s shiny-clad hip. “Our boys are just old-fashioned. They don’t want to feel like kept men, they want to feel like they’re doing something important.”
Xavier put his hands on his hips and looked at Cody in the reflection of the mirror. “I don’t know Cody, if it matters so much to him that he has a ‘decent’ job… I think it would matter to him what I do, too. And if it doesn’t, I’m not sure that isn’t worse.” He sighed and peeled out of the PVC.
“Mmm…I think you’re looking at it the wrong way, hon,” Cody said, his forehead creased with concern. “I think he’s been kinda, what’s that damn word…emasculated, yeah, that’s it, that you make more than him. That you’ve said, more than once, mind you, that you don’t need his money.”
Xavier snorted. “That’s just stupid. What difference does it make who makes more money. That’s not what makes you a man.” Which, considering he was standing there mostly naked holding a pair of PVC pants in one hand and a thong in the other, was kind of funny.
“A lot of things people feel are stupid. Doesn’t make them feel them less.” Cody sighed. “And I don’t think he’s trying to compete with you, salary-wise. Anyway, how he feels is how he feels and when you love somebody, you kinda have to accept those things. Stop fussing and tell him you’re proud of him. I mean, think about it, hon. He’s never really had anybody to cheer for him.”
“I have told him I’m proud of him, Cody. I’ve told him it doesn’t matter to me what he does for a living, I’d still be proud to be his. I don’t think if I told him a hundred times it would make any difference. Maybe once he starts classes he’ll feel better,” Xavier said as he finished sliding back into his jeans. “Let’s go eat. I’m starving.”
“When are you not starving?” Cody rolled his eyes. He declined to tell Xav it did no good to say it didn’t matter what Dave did. It obviously did matter to Dave and he wanted someone to tell him he was doing a good thing. Not someone. Xavier. “C’mon hot stuff. There’s this new Lebanese place I’ve been dying to try.”
Two weeks later Dave started classes, Disease Management and Nutrition during the day, a four hour hands-on at the VA on Tuesdays and Thursdays and only one evening class, Pharmacy, on Wednesdays. Funny, he’d always hated schoolwork but now he found the classes interesting and he actually enjoyed doing his readings.
Xavier did everything he could to help. He made sure Dave had quiet time to study and picked up some of the more mundane chores like grocery shopping so Dave didn’t have to worry about it. He left Dave the job of cooking, though.
About three weeks later, Xavier was getting ready to leave for work; Dave was sitting on the couch. With a smile Xav straddled his lap and then wrapped his legs around him. He slid his fingers into Dave’s hair and kissed him hot enough to melt the furniture. When he had Dave’s hair completely messed up and he was moaning into his mouth Xav let him come up for air. “I’m glad you went back to school. You know how proud I am of you, right?”
Dave smiled up at him, the heartbreakingly sweet, guileless smile which transformed his face when he was truly happy. “I sure do now, sweetheart.” His hands stroked Xav’s back as he whispered, “Thank you.”
DJ looked around the class. For a change he was not the only male student, there was one other guy. Despite an increase of men in the field, nursing was still a predominantly female industry. So, he’d gotten used to being the odd guy out so to speak in his classes. Being the only guy in a class full of women might sound great to some people he knew, but it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. For one thing, he was gay, so that sort of put a nix on the whole harem/orgy fantasy some other guys might have had.
Speaking of which… His only male counterpart in the room was smokin’ hot. He was probably about six foot, nice build, thick dark hair… DJ shifted in his seat as he thought about how soft his hair looked. Usually dark hair didn’t look soft, but this guy had hair that begged to have his fingers sink into it. He got a look at his face before he found a seat, no disappointment there either. Strong jaw, even features, really nice gray eyes. Damn. Lust at first sight.
He looked down at his book before he got caught looking. It was going to be damn hard to concentrate when all he could think about was getting that guy’s number.
Dave grinned when he saw the guy sit down. He wouldn’t be stuck in the henhouse after all. The dude looked a little shy but that’d never stopped him. He moved his books over to the desk beside him, sat down and stuck out his hand. “Hey, bro, Dave Brooks. Nice to see I’m not alone.”
DJ shook the offered hand. “DJ Connor. Nice to meet you.” He smiled his best smile, he’d been told often enough he had a really great melt-your-knees smile. He got a friendly one in return, but no vibe one way or another.
They were getting looks from the girls around them and Dave fought down a laugh. Like high school all over again. Most of these girls probably were just out of high school. DJ, though, was about his own age. Could have been a model with that long, lean body and those perfect white teeth, those big dark eyes and thick waves of chestnut hair. Not that he was flirting-looking but it was hard not to notice.
“So, what brings you in here?” Dave indicated the room full of young women. “EMT looking to get off the night shift? Accountant who wants a less soulless career?”
DJ chuckled. “How’d you guess? The first, I’m not a soulless account.” Actually, he didn’t mind the nightshift so much. It was the daily trauma of the job he needed to get away from. He’d seen way too much in the last three years. Humanity’s capacity to do violence to one another was something most people thought about when they watched the news or had something bad happen to them or a family member or neighbor. Outside of that they could escape from it, they didn’t have it put in front of them on daily basis, up close and personal.
He had seen six people shot dead and four victims of domestic altercations that hadn’t survived in the last four months. Those were just the DOA’s. Yeah, he was a little burnt out.
“What about you? Is taking care of people your true calling, or are you here for the co-eds?”
“‘Co-eds’?” Dave almost choked on a snicker. “Christ, does anyone still say that? Anyway, no, the girls are safe with me. I was a medic with the Marines. Probably should’ve done this a long time ago but I was kinda…decompressing for a bit there first.”
DJ wasn’t sure which part of that was the most interesting. He settled on ‘the girls are safe with me’. Did that mean he already had a girlfriend? Or that he wasn’t interested in the girls? Before he got a chance to ask, the class got underway and they had to stop talking for a while and pay attention.
He paid as much attention as he could while agonizing over whether he should ask Dave Brooks if he wanted to go get a cup of coffee after class, or go out for a beer later. He ended up not asking. He didn’t want to come on too strong right away and scare him off. He waited three more weeks, chatting Dave up before each class. The more he learned, the more he liked, and he was hoping he could get to know him a lot better by the time he worked up the courage to ask.
They were gathering their books to leave. “Hey, Dave, you want to go get something to eat, or go get a drink later?”
Dave looked at his watch, a reflex since he knew what time it was. “I’d go for the first one, bro. I’ve got a few hours before I need to get home and get dinner started.”
“Great, let’s go.” DJ smiled.
They went to a little sandwich and sub shop not too far from campus. A quick bite turned into two hours. It just seemed like they clicked. They had things in common, both having a medical background and previous occupations involving high stress situations. They both had little brothers and asshole fathers, and had grown up in the area.
By the time they parted ways DJ was more than just interested, he had a full blown crush on Dave. The only problem was, he still didn’t know his orientation or if he was attached. For some reason they hadn’t gotten around to discussing it. No, that wasn’t true. DJ had avoided asking because he wanted to hold onto the hopeful feeling for a bit longer and was too afraid to ask.
The mid-term announcement came at the end of the next class and Dave’s stomach rolled over in a queasy lurch. Tests…he’d forgotten how much he hated tests. Not that he’d been shirking his studies but the simple word ‘test’ gave him the shudders.
“You OK, Dave?” DJ asked as they got up to leave.
“Oh…yeah.” Dave shook his head on a grin. “Just examaphobic.”
To his relief, DJ offered to help him study. That way, he said, if he felt like everything was hammered into his brain he’d be less anxious. Such a good guy.
As he so often did with other men, Dave missed all the signals and went to DJ’s apartment the next morning in blissful ignorance.
DJ’s intentions really were to study. Oh, sure, he had ulterior motives, but if Dave wasn’t interested he could handle that. After being crushingly disappointed he could handle it. Dave was more than just some hot guy he wanted, he really was a good person, someone DJ would be happy to keep as a friend even if he turned him down.
Three hours after Dave arrived they were still hitting the books hard. DJ stood and stretched, his back and neck popping. He’d been drilling Dave on the material and he’d yet to stump him. “C’mon Dave, you know this front and back. Take a break.” He put his hands on Dave’s shoulders and dug his thumbs into knotted muscles.
The groan he got sent a lightning bolt of desire through him. God, what he wouldn’t give to have him groan like that for other reasons.
“Mmm, that feels good,” Dave murmured as his eyes slid shut.
Well, that was encouraging, DJ thought with a little grin. He kneaded Dave’s shoulders and when he just couldn’t resist any longer he bent and placed a soft kiss at the base of Dave’s jaw.
“Um, Deej?” Dave’s face flushed hot. “Maybe I should’ve told you I have a boyfriend…”
DJ tried hard not to sigh, but the disappointment still showed. Damn. “You have a boyfriend? Like a relationship, or your just seeing someone?”
“Not like a relationship. A relationship. He lives with me and everything.”
“Oh.” DJ let his hands fall away reluctantly. “I’m sorry Dave, I hope this doesn’t change things too much.” Depressed now, and sure that this would indeed change things DJ went and flopped down on the couch, pretty sure Dave would hurriedly collect his stuff and leave.
He was surprised how much it hurt. It wasn’t like he was a kid with his first crush, he had hoped for something more but… ah well, he supposed he was just lonely. He hadn’t seen anyone since Jamie, hadn’t had any desire to either, until Dave.
Dave scrubbed his hands over his face. Christ, he was a first-class idiot sometimes and now he’d hurt DJ which had been the last thing he’d wanted. He liked the guy, dammit.
He settled in the chair next to the sofa and put a hand on DJ’s arm. “I’m sorry, man. I’m one of those guys you have to club over the head instead of send signals to. Being dense is one of the things I do best.”
So much pain lurked in those dark eyes, it sliced through Dave’s heart. “Have I done a really stupid thing, Deej? Leading you on and shit when I didn’t realize it?”
“Oh yeah. Flirted like a shameless hussy you did.” He winked and dialed up a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Naw, man. Not your fault,” he said softly. “I was the one being stupid.”
“Stupid ‘cause you wanted some company?”
“Listen, I don’t want you to think I just invited you over here to hit on you. It’s not like that. I mean, it’s sort of like that, but that wasn’t the only reason. I like you. As a friend. Shit, this is sounding lamer and lamer.” He gave a mirthless chuckle.
“No, bro, it doesn’t.” Dave gripped his arm tighter. “Everybody gets lonely.”
“I haven’t dated anyone in a long time.” Actually it hadn’t seemed like a long time until now. Now it felt like it had been ages since he’d had someone touch him, someone to hold.
Dave wanted so bad to erase the anguish in those eyes. “What happened, Deej?”
“Oh, it’s the same old story, you know. Boy meets boy, falls in love, gets his heart ripped out and handed to him.” He gave another dry chuckle. Why on earth was he talking about this? He had to look away; he couldn’t look Dave in the eye and talk about Jamie. It was over and done with. History. But damn that boy had hurt him like he’d never been hurt. “He was fucking at least four of my so-called friends. Always the last to know, right?” Why the hell was he telling Dave any of this?
“Not exactly open and honest about it, I take it.” Dave sighed. “Guess it ended pretty bad, huh?”
DJ snorted. “Yeah. You could say that. After everything, he dumped me.” He could feel his throat tightening and cleared it quickly. This was ridiculous. He was not going to sit here and bawl about Jamie in front of Dave like an idiot.
Dave moved next to him and put an arm around his shoulders. DJ wished he hadn’t. He knew Dave was just trying to comfort him, but it was more like he loosened his control. He felt the hot scald of tears in his eyes and couldn’t stop them. Wonderful. He was going to cry like a baby about another guy in the arms of the one he wanted and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Dave’s arms felt so good around him. The way he pulled him closer and made little soothing sounds just about melted his heart. He hadn’t let himself cry since the night Jamie left him. He’d just sucked it up and got on with life because there was nothing else he could do. It was easier to go through the motions switched off.
Now here was Dave, who he couldn’t have, and he had definitely flipped his switch back to on, in more ways than one. Even crying his eyes out he couldn’t help notice he had good shoulders, his scent at the crook of his neck was clean and warm, the hands that stroked his back and his arm were both strong and soothing. God, it was completely insane but he thought he was in love with Dave.
Not good. This was so not good. DJ picked his head up and wiped his eyes on his sleeve. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He was trying to get his hitching breath under control. “I’m sorry…” He looked at Dave, the compassion and concern he saw in his face twisted his insides. Cupping Dave’s face in his hands he groaned softly and kissed him. “So sorry, Dave…please.” He kissed him again and felt a dizzy rush. “Please Dave, I need you…” God, oh god, why was he doing this? It was so unfair.
The ‘please’ went right to Dave’s core, the desperate longing in that one word. “Sh, Deej, it’s all right.” He leaned back and pulled DJ onto his chest while he fumbled in his pocket for his phone. “Gimme a sec, bro, attaboy, it’s OK.” He stroked DJ’s back trying to calm him while he waited for Xav to answer. Oh, right. Rehearsal. He always switched his phone off during rehearsals or Zeph got pissed.
So he’d deal with telling Xav later. Right now he had to deal with the friend sobbing in his arms. He took DJ under the chin and kissed him again, sweet and tender. “It’s OK,” he whispered against soft lips while he let his hands wander to the small of DJ’s back in slow circles.
DJ knew this wasn’t right, knew he had no right to even ask… and yet when Dave kissed him he couldn’t make himself pull back. His will just wasn’t that strong. One arm slid around Dave’s waist and the other went around his shoulders, his hand coming up so he could slide his fingers along the back of his head and tangle in his hair. Soft tender kisses gave way to heat and fire. He poured weeks of pent up longing into his kiss.
He told himself he should take it easy, slow down. Instead he ground his hips into Dave and his fingers tightened hard in his hair, pulling back. His lips slashed across his, hard and fierce. He came up minutes later, looking down at Dave with hungry eyes. He reached back and yanked his tee shirt off.
Dave lay back, panting, his gaze devouring the lean-muscled torso DJ revealed so suddenly. Part of him still said, we should stop, Christ, we really should, but the unexpected ferocity made his nerves sing, the strength of that hard grip on his hair. He wondered if it was all just desperation or if DJ had certain needs.
He ran a hand down DJ’s chest, then back up to cup his jaw. “Deej,” he murmured, even while doubts nagged at him. “I like things spiked with pain. Don’t be afraid. Don’t hold back.”
DJ felt his few remaining functioning brain cells melt with fission heat. Dave couldn’t possibly have said anything that would make him hotter. DJ wasn’t exactly into the whole whips and chains thing, but he liked it a little rough. Without a word he grabbed the edge of Dave’s tee shirt and pulled it off him. He bent his head to Dave’s chest, pulling a nipple into his mouth in a hard suck while he made quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans. His fingers curled over the top and yanked them down as his teeth nipped at the tender bud.
With a soft moan he looked down at the beautiful shaft he’d just revealed and brushed his fingers down his length and back up, then down again to cup his balls. “God, you are so damn sexy…” he murmured as he nibbled his way down his nicely defined torso. “I wanna taste you so bad.” His hand wrapped around the base of Dave’s cock as his mouth closed over the head
“Ohgod,” Dave moaned as his hips lifted in little rolls. The passion rolling off DJ in heavy waves had short circuited his brain and his sense. The heated lips caressing him felt so damn good sliding down his cock.
He tangled his fingers in DJ’s hair and shoved inside his mouth, his body collapsing into nothing but a bundle of over-stimulated nerve endings.
DJ took in his scent and his taste, sliding his mouth up and down as he stroked him firmly. For some reason people tended to think of giving head as a bottom position, but along with the sexual rush DJ always felt a rush of power, too. Knowing he could make his partner writhe and moan in ecstasy from the caress of his mouth was as much a part of the pleasure as the feel and taste of them. He held and kneaded Dave’s heavy balls, pressing two fingers into the taut stretch of skin between them and his anus.
Dave’s reactions were incredible, the way he moved, the sounds he made, his fingers gripping his hair got him so hot he felt like he might come in his jeans from just giving him a blow job. He wanted more than that though. With some reluctance he came up off of Dave. Kissing his way back up Dave’s chest, he reached down to open his pants and free his own rock hard erection.
They pressed together as DJ caught Dave’s lips in another searing kiss, hard chests, hard cocks, and heated skin grinding together. When DJ just couldn’t wait any longer he broke off the kiss and urged Dave to turn over with his hands. “Turn around,” he said in a husky murmur.
Without hesitation, Dave flipped over before a belated thought hit him. “Deej, you got protection?”
DJ kissed and nipped along Dave’s shoulders, hands caressing his body as he pressed up against the most perfect ass he’d seen in forever. He swallowed hard before he could speak. “I don’t have any condoms, but I know I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in six months and I’ve been tested twice for everything since the last person I slept with. If its no… its no, I’ll understand.” And probably die of frustration. Please, please don’t say no…
“’K. I trust you,” Dave whispered and lifted his butt in invitation.
Relief washed over DJ and a renewed sense of urgency. He wet two fingers in his mouth and slid them inside Dave, working him open quickly while he rubbed some more spit lube over his aching cock. He probably should have taken a little more time with prep but he could hardly think of anything else but getting inside Dave’s tight warm body. He nudged his cock head between his cheeks, gave one tentative push and sank inside in a hard thrust. Gripping Dave’s hips he stopped completely, holding in place, knowing he’d definitely given him a spike of pain
Dave lay panting, both hands gripped in the sofa cushions. He’d managed not to cry out but the pain sent a lightning jolt through his body, his erection expanding with it. Still he waited, not stupid enough to want damage done, until his body relaxed. When the sharpness receded, he pushed back against DJ’s hard intrusion.
“That’s it,” he whispered, arching his back and lifting his ass. “Give it to me, babe.”
DJ slid his hands slowly up Dave’s ribs, caressing him up to his shoulders where he gripped him. He nudged his knees between Dave’s, spreading him wider. He rocked his hips with Dave’s gentle rhythm for a few long minutes, enjoying the slow sensuality as much as his tight grip on his cock. “God, you feel fucking fantastic…” His pace picked up and he pulled back on his shoulders as he drove into him harder and faster. When he let go of his shoulders it was to bring his hand back to Dave’s hips and land a few hard swats on the beautiful mounds of his cheeks.
Bending to curl over him and wrap his arms around Dave’s chest he kept up the driving rhythm, his teeth grazing his skin in sharp nips as his hot breath huffed out. “Oh yeah, baby, that is so damn good… gonna fuck you so hard, sweetheart…” He murmured as he pinched and teased Dave’s nipples.
“Christ…yes…” Dave moaned and whimpered in pleasure when DJ’s teeth closed on his skin. The tendrils of pain intertwined with the pleasure in such breathtaking ways. The crack of DJ’s hand on his backside had made his head spin.
DJ was more than happy to oblige, giving him exactly how hard and how fast he needed… they both needed. Panting and riding the edge after an exhilarating climb he sank his fingers into Dave’s hair and pulled him up sharply until he was up on his knees. One hand fisted in his hair, the other snaked around his hip to stroke his cock in long firm strokes while he hammered into him from behind. His teeth fastened onto the muscle running from neck to shoulder and he groaned low in his throat as he looked down at his hand around Dave’s hard cock. He wanted to watch when he came.
Like being mounted by a lion, held fast between the fist in his hair and the teeth gripping his shoulder, the feast of sensations rocketed Dave towards the summit. He didn’t need to move much, DJ did everything for him, and his moans slid into soft cries of delight.
“Ohgodohgod…I’m gonna come…” he gasped and bucked back hard against DJ. The fist around him and the cock inside him thumped down together and he bellowed as the pressure built to agonizing and burst, his seed shooting from him in near painful bursts.
“Ohhh…you are one fuckin hot boy…” DJ growled into the side of his throat as he stroked every last bit from him. He slid his hand up Dave’s belly, his own orgasm slamming into him as he buried himself deep. The sweet hot rush roared over him with Dave’s bellows and DJ joined him in a few throaty ecstatic cries.
As the pulses began to fade he rolled Dave back down prone and lay across him regaining his breath. “Oh… my god, that was so damn hot…” he murmured. “Thank you,” He kissed the corner of Dave’s mouth. “Thank you, you wonderful sexy thing.” He smiled and kissed him again.
Dave stroked his arm and let out a soft chuckle. “You’re welcome. No problem at all.” Then he rolled so he could wrap his arms around DJ, fingers combing through his hair. “Good to see you smile. You’ve got such a killer smile.”
“Mm.” DJ smiled at him sleepily. “My study methods are sure to get you a perfect score on that test, Mr. Brooks.” He chuckled.
“Might’ve done better in high school if I’d had this kind of tutor,” Dave said with a straight face. He grinned when DJ gave his a playful swat on the hip. He stroked the side of DJ’s face. “I’ve gotta get home, handsome.”
DJ’s smile faded a little, or rather got a little more serious. “Dave, I’m so sorry if I’ve… made a problem for you.”
“Those would be my problems, yeah? Don’t you worry about all that.” He gave DJ a last, tender kiss. “Not gonna say anything lame like I’ll call you. I’ll see you in class.” With that he gathered his things and went home, rehearsing the explanation. Xav would understand, a friend in such terrible pain, what was he supposed to have done?
He stopped worrying at it while he cooked dinner. A little homemade barbecue sauce, some nice thick pork chops, snow peas and red baby potatoes, all things Xav loved. Not a lot of food Xav didn’t love. He’d started to enjoy cooking again when he stopped working. It was fun again and he had the most appreciative audience one could want.