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Cherry Sours A Torquere Press Single Shot by Sean Michael Chapter One Okay. Eggs. Juice. Cheese. Copy of the Advocate. Six-pack of Sam Adams. Go him with the plan for the evening. Omelet. Light reading. Catch a buzz. Anything to forget the lubeless-reaming Betty had given him at the office. Christ, one client didn't like a design and it was all gloom and doom and dire predictions.

Cain rubbed the back of his neck, sighed, and stopped in front of the Brach's candies.

Oh. Cherry sours.

"Excuse me, please." The voice was low and deep, and belonged to a big buff dude in denim, with

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odd light gray eyes staring at him from under a widow's peak, and dark, shoulder length hair.

"You're right in front of the Gummi Bears."

"Sorry." Cain stepped over to the right, and then realized that didn't help because that put big, tall,

and muscled between him and the bags. Damn it.

"I like the red ones." The guy grabbed a bag in one big paw and the little scoop in the other, and started painstakingly using the scoop to pick out the red ones and put them in the bag. He chuckled, walked around the big guy for a bag. Cherry sours and maybe something apple-y. See him. See him not check out the guy's ass. Cain suddenly realized those odd eyes were on him, checking his ass out. "Sours, eh?" the man asked. "You like it with a little kick."

"Yeah. I like to suck them. They make my mouth tingle." He did not just say that.

Big, tall, and muscled grinned and nodded. "Uh-huh. Knew you'd be a sucker. You've got the

mouth for it."

His cheeks went hot-hot and he damn near dropped his candy. He. Uh. Damn. Yeah. Okay.

No, he hadn't.

He was more gay by intent than practice.

That grin got wider, and the bag of cherry sours was taken from his hand. "You look about ready to

check out. Me, too."

"I… Yeah." Cain reached for the bag, feeling more than a little confused. "Gotta go home and make

supper."

Mr. Buff kept the candies and nudged him toward the checkout line, glancing into his basket.

"Looks like supper for one."

"Yeah..." Dude. Those were his. "Just a quick omelet."

"I'm eating alone as well." A package of thick steaks, a huge Vidalia onion, three potatoes, and a

two-liter Coke went on the belt along with the Gummi Bears. His bag of sours followed and then his basket was taken from his fingers, his groceries taken out, and sent down the belt. "We should pool our resources." "I -- I'm sorry?" What? What the fuck?

"Gee, you get that few offers you don't recognize one when you hear it?" The guy chuckled, pulling


out a credit card and letting the clerk add his groceries to the total. "Come back to my place for dinner." "I don't even know you." He had to look like the world's biggest idiot, but he just didn't know how to react. One big hand was held out to him. "Name's Denver, but everyone calls me Denny." "Cain." Christ, the man was huge. Strong. Fine. Definitely fantasy material. That big hand swallowed his, the shake firm, not quite too firm. "Well, there. Now you know me. And I'm hungry, so come on." His bags were gathered up, Denny heading on out, long legs ending in an amazing ass. "I. Man. I. Do you. I mean." Shit. Shit, what was he supposed to do? "Look, I've had a hell of a day. Maybe we can make plans for later?" "You look like you could use a nice steak, a few beers." Denny stopped in front of a little red MGB, the top down, leather seats looking soft as butter. The groceries were set down in the back seat, the bag of sours fished out and handed over. "Come on, now. I don't bite." Denny winked at him. "Unless you want me to." "I..." He took the bag, blinking. "I don't." He motioned to his apartment, just up the road, close enough to walk. "I should head home. This is crazy." He took a cherry sour, started sucking it, trying to think. One big hand wrapped around his arm, pulled him close. He had to look up to see Denny's face from this close. Damn, the man was big. "Are you saying I'm crazy for inviting you to my place?" "I'm saying this is crazy. I don't get picked up." His heart was just pounding. "Oh now, that is a damned shame, Cain." Denny glanced around, the parking lot quiet in the growing dusk. The guy leaned down close enough that Cain could feel warm lips brush his earlobe. "You won't be disappointed." Then Denny stepped back, gave him an open, friendly grin. "I make a mean steak." "Yeah?" That grin sort of eased him, sort of made his heart pound harder. "On the stove or the grill?" He let Denny move him around the car, and help him into the passenger seat. "You're kidding, right? It's sacrilege to cook a steak anywhere but the grill." The MGB's engine purred as Denny turned the key. "You got a grill, Cain?" "A George Foreman one." Did that count? Oh, Denny had a great laugh, full and rich, and it shook the man. "That settles it; we're going back


to my place. I'm just a couple blocks over." He was given another grin. "I promise to have you

home before your curfew."

Cain chuckled, sighed a little. After today, he might not have one. Hell, he was eighty percent sure

he was fired.

Denny hadn't been kidding about living a couple blocks over; they didn't even have time for small talk before they were pulling into the garage of a new townhouse. The door closed with the press of a button on the dashboard and Denny climbed out, grabbing their bags and heading for a door at the end of the garage. Cain just followed, mouth opening and closing as he tried to get his feet under him.

The door led into the kitchen, bright and airy, with lots of cupboards and large, stainless steel

appliances. There was a table with four chairs set near French doors that led out to a deck. He could see a pair of grills, a couple of deck chairs, and a hot tub out there. "So how hungry are you?" Denny asked him, suddenly right in front of him again, groceries on the counter.

"I don't." Shit, he was totally out of his league. Completely.

"Not hungry? Excellent. Neither am I."

Denny's hands wrapped around his arms, tugging him close to the big body again. "Is your mouth

tingling, Cain?"

"Yes. I only had one."

"Oh, suck another." Denny took the bag Cain hadn't even realized he still had clutched in one hand

and popped another sour in his mouth before tossing the bag on the counter. "And suck me."

"What?" He'd never. Never. Oh. Sour.

Denny's hands slid up to his shoulders, solid, heavy, and not quite pushing him down. "I want that

tingly mouth around my cock. Sucking."

"I don't. I haven't. I mean. That's not--" Fuck.

"Don't tell me you don't want to, because I can see that you do. You want to see my cock, want to

taste it." Denny's hands got heavier. "A little cream before your steak, Cain. Yum."

"I don't. This isn't something I do." He'd spent his college years trying on girls and finding they

didn't fit. The results were still out on the boys.


Denny chuckled. "You want it to be, though. I can see it in your eyes." Denny leaned close, breathing deeply. "I can smell it on you. Now be a good boy and get on your knees." Denny rubbed their cheeks together, pulling back to chuckle. "We'll deal with the beard later." "What?" Beard? He let Denny ease him down, heart triphammering. He. Oh. Christ. His cock was so hard it hurt, even if he was panicking. "This is the easy part, Cain. You already know how to open a pair of jeans." That huge hand stroked his head, thumb sliding along his cheek, touching the corner of his mouth. Those gray eyes stared down at him, stared into him. "Go on, now. Don't make me wait." "I'm way out of my league." Part of him wanted to run screaming. Part of him wanted… Everything. He reached up, hands on Denny's thighs. "Oh, I think you're doing just fine, Cain." Denny's fingers slipped between his lips, opening his mouth before sliding away again. "This mouth was made for sucking." He couldn't help the dark flush of his cheeks, but he could stop stammering like an idiot. Couldn't he? He took a deep breath, hands sliding to open Denny's belt. It was like one of those weird porn video setups, wasn't it? "That's it, Cain." His cheek was stroked again. "Can't wait to see you without this beard, to really see that flush work its way over your face. You shouldn't hide behind all this hair. Not at all. Careful you don't pinch anything with the zipper -- I'm not wearing any underwear." "I like the beard." It made him look older. More serious. Less like he was lost. Cain eased the zipper down, fingers on the inside of the material, so careful not to pinch. Not that he was worried. It was just… Yeah. "You like hiding. I won't let you hide." The words were soft and followed by a groan as Cain's fingers slid against Denny's heat. The man's prick pushed out as he got the zipper down all the way, full and red, curved right up toward Denny's belly. "You don't know me." He rubbed his cheek along the long shaft, eyes closed, trying hard not to think. "Gonna know you," murmured Denny, hands sliding over his head, but not guiding him. "Gonna take off that beard and you'll really be able to feel my cock next time you rub against it that way." He snorted. Right. Like he would let someone shave his beard.


Right. Christ. He just rubbed again, tongue slipping out to trace one of the veins on Denny's cock. "Oh, yeah, that's nice, Cain. More." It was easier than he thought it would be, better. Denny smelled male, rich and warm. It surprised him, the way it made him ache, made his cock jerk. "You look good down there. Feel even better, Cain." Denny's voice had gotten lower, rougher. The hand on his head stroked and rubbed. The soft words, the touches, sparked something inside him. Something heated and needy. He opened his lips, sucking up along Denny's prick before reaching the tip, the bitter-salt wetness shocking his mouth. "Oh, sweet fuck..." Denny's hips pushed, the tip sliding deeper into Cain's mouth for a moment before pulling back out. "Your mouth is so damned hot." It wasn't hotter than anyone else's, surely. He licked and lapped at the tip, not taking it in as much as tasting it. "That's it, darlin'. Taste it, learn it." Denny's legs spread a little, the tip sliding halfway into his mouth again. Cain put that little part of his brain that was rabbiting around in a box and just let himself do this. Be wild. Be spontaneous. Feel. Wasn't that what Betty had said to him? He was boring. Timid. God, why was he thinking about work? "More," growled out Denny. "I want more." This time the hands on his head were guiding him, encouraging him to take more of Denny's cock into his mouth. He groaned and opened, tongue sliding along the bottom of Denny's cock, trying to relax, to not choke. "Yes. Fuck. That's it." Denny's hands stayed on his head, hips moving, pushing in and out in small, slow movements, sliding Denny's heat along his tongue. He could feel Denny holding back, could feel how tight those big thigh muscles were. He started sucking a little, liking how that made the flavor stronger, the motion of those hips harder. He reached down, fingers rubbing his own prick in time, trying to ease the ache.


"No!" The word was harsh, hard, the hands on his head tightening. "No touching yourself. Hands off." He jerked away and landed on his ass, startled, confused, and maybe a little wigged out. "What?" Denny crouched down next to him, seemingly unconcerned that his cock was hanging out of his pants. Those hands slid over his face. "I didn't mean to startle you." One hand dropped down to rub Cain's crotch. "But this is off-limits. Mine." That hand kept rubbing, stroking him through his jeans. "I..." His eyes rolled, hips pushing up toward that touch, moving restlessly. Oh. That was... He needed. "Oh, yeah. Feels good, doesn't it?" Then Denny stopped and knelt up, hand moving to the back of his neck, encouraging him back toward the thick, hard prick. Now that was awkward; he didn't know where to put his hands, his feet. And what if the floor wasn't okay and... He found a mostly comfortable position, mouth bobbing on the tip of Denny's cock. "So fucking eager to please. I like that. Let's get back to the way we were, hmm? Because you're going to love doing this." Denny stood and helped him back up to his knees, fingers touching him everywhere, stroking and soothing him. His hands were placed on Denny's thighs, that cock rubbed along his lips. Oh. Better. Cain relaxed, hands moving over the strong thighs, lips feeling swollen and hot as they wrapped around the tip of that heavy cock. Yeah. Better. Denny groaned, the hands on his head petting. "Oh, yeah, that's better. Suck it like that." Denny's hips started moving again, the movements still slow and soft, not pushing the thick cock in very far. They found a rhythm - or Denny found a rhythm and he followed along, head relaxing into those hands. Tastes and smells and the soft-hard-silk-steel feeling - they all had him reeling. Denny's strokes grew longer, cock pushing deeper and deeper into his mouth in such tiny increments that he almost didn't notice. They picked up speed with the same slowness, too, soft moans and groans raining down on him.


He moaned once, pulling back when Denny pushed in too deep, pushed him too far. He didn't want to choke. He didn't even know if he ought to let this man come in his mouth. God, were there rules for this sort of thing? Denny's moans started coming more frequently, the hands on his head holding him in place now as Denny's hips moved faster, harder. He could feel the slap of Denny's balls against his chin every time Denny pushed deep. He groaned, pushing back against Denny's hand, entire body going tight as he shuddered. "Don't stop now." Denny's voice had gone hoarse, the hands on his head hard. Cain swallowed, hands gripping Denny's thighs. Oh. Oh, God. "Fuck. Soon. Yeah." Faster and faster, Denny's cock pushed between his lips, seemed to get harder, bigger, throbbing. "Now!" Hot and bitter, salty, Denny's come shot down his throat. He gagged a little, swallowed as best he could, head swimming as he tried to breathe. Denny kept moving, cock still sliding in his mouth, shallower now, though, and the hands on his head loosened, stroked over his head instead of holding it. "Good boy." Cain squeezed his eyes shut, doing his best not to think. God. He'd just. Damn. Him. He had. Denny hummed, hands sliding to wrap around his arms and tug him back up. "I want to taste myself in your mouth." The kiss shook him to the core, the need inside him suddenly painful, heavy, an ache. Denny's tongue slid through his mouth like it owned him, tasting him, learning him. Then it was over, those light gray eyes looking into his. "We won't kiss again until your beard is gone." The words made him shudder and he stepped away, that hard-edged worry waking up again. "Where's your bathroom?" Cain so needed a moment. Denny moved right back into his space, fingers sliding on his cock, rubbing along the seam of his jeans. "No running away, Cain. I won't let you." "I. I." He jerked, eyes rolling, that worry getting bigger. "I'm not a selfish man, Cain. Let's get you off." The top button of his jeans was undone, then the zipper, Denny's own cock still hanging out of his jeans. Oh. Oh, he. Yeah. Getting off was good. He groaned, scooting closer, nearly begging. Denny's


chuckle wasn't mean, just soft, making him shiver. One of those big paws pushed into his

underwear, wrapping around his cock and tugging it out into the light.

"Oh, that's nice, Cain. Really nice."

Should it please him so much that the man thought so? He wasn't thick like Denny, but he was

long. Needy. Denny's hand worked him, sliding up and down along the whole length a few times

before slowing, thumb pushing into his slit and then spreading his pre-come around.

"Oh..." He swallowed hard, still tasting Denny on his lips.

"Has anyone ever touched you before, Denny? Anyone ever made you come?"

"N...no." He couldn't meet Denny's eyes. Wouldn't.

"Excellent." Denny's hand tightened, squeezing, making him feel like he was going to explode.

"I. I'm going to..." Every muscle in his body went tight.

"That's the idea, darlin'."

That tight fist moved faster, making his balls draw up. He'd made himself come a thousand times,

maybe ten thousand, but it hadn't ever felt like this. Ever felt like fire was pouring down his spine. Denny hummed, smiling at him, hand still moving slowly, drawing out shivers and shudders, making it last longer than he'd thought possible. By the time Denny was through, he was melted, lost, panting and boneless in Denny's hands. Denny held him, arm going around his shoulders. The hand that had been jacking him slid away,

then appeared suddenly in front of his mouth. "Have you ever tasted yourself, Cain?"

"I... Once or twice." Hadn't everybody? Just to see?

"Lick my hand clean." The gray eyes were watching him intently.

"But..." That was. He couldn't. He licked his lips, his mustache tickling his tongue.

"It's better than cherry sours." Denny's fingers slid across his lips, leaving them wet.

His tongue slipped out of its own accord, cleaning his lips, stroking Denny's fingers.

Denny groaned. "Yeah, darlin', that's it."

He could feel Denny's breath against his face, their bodies close enough that Denny's cock rested

against his.

He was just.


Just.

Lost.

***

Denny couldn’t believe his luck.

He hadn't been cruising the grocery store, but he'd come home with fresh meat anyway.

Someone up there liked him.

Cain was sweet; untried, but all fucking male. Denny liked the contradictions. Liked the need he

could feel simmering beneath the surface. Liked the doubt that colored the dark, almost black eyes,

and the want that overrode it.

He let Cain lick his hand clean and then nudged the man toward the bathroom. It was shaving time.

"There's still something more pressing than steaks."

"Huh?" It was a shame, the way that dark hair hid those thin cheeks.

Chuckling, he tucked first Cain and then himself back into their jeans and then he wrapped a hand

around Cain's arm and tugged him off down the hall. The bathroom was the first door on their right;

he guided Cain into it.

"This is the bathroom." He nodded toward the toilet. "You can sit there while I shave your beard."

He got a look - fear and hunger and panic and desire all intermingled. It made his prick jerk. Cain

was fucking delicious.

"Sit," he ordered, turning on the hot water in the sink.

"I'm not going to shave. I like my beard."

"Of course you're not going to shave. I'm going to be doing the shaving." He took the shaving

cream from the medicine cabinet, and the little leather bag that held his straight razor.

"No." The worry there, the panic, was delicious.

He gave Cain a smile. "Sit. I'm only doing the beard. Tonight."

"I can't. I have to. Why? Why would you want to?"

"Because I want to see. I want to feel your skin against my lips, against my cheek when we kiss.


Not the hair." He put his hands on Cain's shoulders and backed him up to the toilet, pressed him

down. "Sit."

"I like the beard. It helps." Cain sat, deliciously pale and confused.

"Helps?" He put the stopper in the sink and filled it with hot water, the steam rising and obscuring

the mirror. He dipped a cloth in the water, the heat turning his hands dark red as he wrung the cloth

out.

"Helps things. Me. I mean, I work in a very image-conscious place, or did. I'll find out tomorrow."

"Did?" He wet and warmed Cain's face with the cloth, softening the base of the hairs, opening the

pores.

"I might have gotten fired. I'm not competitive enough. I. Shit. It doesn't matter. I need to go."

Cain's eyes closed, face lifting toward him.

"You're right, darlin' -- it doesn't matter. This does, though."

He put the cloth aside and sprayed shaving cream on his hands. The scent was subtle, would change

when it met Cain's skin. He covered Cain's beard with the white foam, fingers lingering over the shape hidden beneath the hair. "Don't do this." Those thin fingers circled his wrists.

He looked into Cain's eyes, saw the fear -- fear that he'd do it. A bigger fear lurked there, though,

and he just smiled and tilted Cain's head, waiting for Cain's fingers to let go so he could do it.

Cain held on longer than he'd imagined, those eyes staring into his, fascinated. He waited, meeting

Cain's gaze head-on, the two of them poised on the brink.

Those beautiful eyes actually sparkled, Cain's breath going shaky. "Please."

He nodded and Cain's hands fell away.

The first scrape of the straight razor against Cain's skin was loud, louder than the rasp of their

breathing, louder than the thumping of Cain's heart. Cain's eyes closed, those beautiful windows

shuttered again. Hiding from him. He growled a little, and had to take a breath, had to force himself

not to curl his fingers into fists, not to bark out an order to Cain to open his eyes.

"I want you to watch," he said quietly, after a moment or two.

"I... I don't think I can."

"Next time then." When he bared that beautiful cock and balls.


"Next time?" Those eyes flew open, searching his face. "I don't understand this." "You don't need to understand, Cain. Just trust your body." He bent his leg and pushed his knee against Cain's crotch, that long cock already hard again behind the denim. "Who are you?" Cain's cheekbones were amazing, the little chin sharp and pointed. "You know who I am. Denver. I like steak and Gummi Bears, fast cars and delicious men." He turned Cain's face this way and that, making sure he'd gotten it all. "Delicious?" Cain was pale as milk, those black eyes huge. He nodded, leaning in to kiss Cain now that the beard and mustache were gone. His knee pressed harder against Cain's cock, his tongue sliding between the soft, vulnerable lips as their breath mingled together. Cain whimpered, lips parting, the man's entire body responding to his kiss. He could taste more of Cain now; the flavors of the cherry sour and his own come had faded. He opened Cain's mouth wider, their teeth clicking together until they found the perfect angle. Cain's hands slid up his arms, holding on tight. Denny pushed harder, knowing that Cain needed, knowing that Cain didn't know what would fill that need. He slid his fingers over the newly bared skin, moaning into Cain's mouth as they skated over the smoothness. Cain pushed up, almost standing, trying to find his feet. Denny wouldn't let him though, body holding him there, off-balance and clutching to hold on, to not fall. His kiss kept all the worried flow of words stemmed, his will kept Cain bending. It was luscious. His thigh rubbed against Cain's crotch, his hand finding Cain's ass, encouraging Cain's own movements against him. Cain groaned, ass tight as a board in his hand. He licked his way from Cain's mouth to his ear, tongue sliding on the smooth cheek, tasting shaving cream and skin. He sucked on Cain's cheek, his chin, working that now naked flesh. Cain shivered and gasped, eyes squeezed tight. "I. Denny, this..." He grinned against Cain's skin. So needy. He worked Cain's cock with his knee, rubbing circles against the hard bulge. He wanted Cain to cream his jeans, wanted to prove to Cain just how much he loved this, no matter what protest that pretty mouth might make. His free hand slid over Cain's chest, finding one of the little nipples hard. Perfect. He gave it a quick pinch, a twist. Cain gasped, shifting back, eyes huge in his face. Denny grinned, leaned in to lick at Cain's lips. "There's so much you don't know yet. Gonna blow your mind, darlin'."


He rubbed harder with his knee, hand squeezing Cain's ass over and over, tugging Cain into each press of his knee. Then he pushed his tongue back into Cain's mouth, teeth scraping over the thin lower lip. Cain arched, hips rocking faster, more and more furiously before he stilled, the scent of need strong on the air. Humming, he sat Cain back down, hand sliding around to rub at Cain's crotch, spreading the come around. It would be gross in a moment, but just now it was still sexy, still hot.

And now Cain would have to stay long enough to wash and dry his clothes. "Very nice, darlin'," he

murmured.

Cain blushed dark, head ducking. "Oh, God. I'm sorry. I should. God. I should go."

"Oh, you can't go now." He chuckled, pushing his hand into Cain's jeans and then sliding the come

over one of Cain's cheeks, rubbing it in. The smell would stay with Cain all evening. "We need to

wash your jeans. I'll find you a pair of sweats -- they'll be a bit big, but should stay on. And you

haven't any supper yet."

"I..."

He wet those open lips with Cain's spunk, chuckling when that shut Cain up. "You think too much,

Cain."

Denny tugged Cain to his feet and turned him to look in the mirror over the sink. "See how fine you

look without the beard? Look at these cheekbones, at this wonderful chin."

"I look young." Cain blushed, shook his head.

Denny laughed. "And how old are you?" As if looking young was such a crime. It wasn't as if Cain

looked like a teenager without the beard. He looked fresh, innocent. Quite beautiful.

"Twenty-four. Almost."

"You're right; without the beard you look barely twenty-three." He grinned and slapped Cain's ass.

"Strip out of your messy jeans, darlin'. And we'll get you cleaned up."

"I have to be more professional..." The jeans came off, giving him a long look at a lean pale body,

black curls crowning the long cock, spreading up toward Cain's belly.

Oh, that was going to be fun to shave, to feel up all freshly bare.

"Sweats?" That long button-up shirt just covered that pretty ass as Cain stood.

"Yeah, let’s just do this first." He freshened up the cloth and began to drag it over Cain's skin,

cleaning the slender abdomen, those dark curls, and the pretty, pretty cock and balls.


"I can do it..." Cain's hands opened and closed, over and over.

"Of course you can. But I'm doing it." He cupped Cain's balls with the cloth, tugged a little.

"Oh..." Cain went up on tiptoe, groaning. Sensitive boy. That would go double once he'd shaved

Cain smooth.

He rolled Cain’s balls some, then slid the cloth up along the sweet prick again.

Cain hummed softly, pulling away when he reached the tip. "Sensitive."

"Oh, yes. They usually are, darlin'." He grinned. "Be even more sensitive with a Prince Albert." He

gave that prick a last squeeze, winked, and headed to his room for a pair of sweats, wondering if sweet Cain would follow or stay riveted to the spot. He heard the water start, heard Cain begin washing out his briefs.

He grabbed a pair of sweats and headed back, watching that ass play peek-a-boo beneath Cain's

shirt.

"I've got a washer, you know. I'll run a load; your dainties and mine can... mingle."

"Yeah? That would be -- Thanks." Cain dried his hands, took the sweats eagerly, covering up.

"Washer's this way." He grabbed Cain's jeans, slid his hand along the man's ass, and encouraged

Cain to walk with him.

"What do you do, Denny?" Oh, adorable. Small talk.

"I write technical manuals for computer programs. What about you? What is it you're not sure you

still have a job doing?" He tossed Cain's jeans into the washer and added some of his own clothes.

"I'm a designer. Book covers, ads."

"No shit? Cool." He started the washer and leaned against the machine, smiling over at Cain.

"We're well matched."

"Well, except that I'm not very good at it, it seems."

"Creative differences?" he asked, moving into Cain's space again, stroking one pale cheek.

"They say I'm too timid. Not exciting enough. Not hip." Cain shrugged, the motion practiced. "It

doesn't matter."


"Sure it does. I can see you're unhappy about it. But I'm going to help you with that. Help you forget about it for awhile, eh?" God, that skin was sweet beneath his fingertips. "Do you always pick men up in grocery stores?"

"Just the cute ones." He chuckled at the way Cain's eyes widened. "I'll be honest, darlin' -- you're

the first. I just couldn't resist that sweet ass and the hangdog look."

"I... It's just been a day. I was going to make an omelet and get drunk."

"Instead you got steak and sex. I'd say it's ending on an up note." He grinned and put his arm

around Cain's shoulder, leading him back into the kitchen. "Besides, we can still have that beer."

"I could use a beer." Cain leaned into him a little. Oh, that's it. Just relax, pretty boy.

"Yeah, let's have a beer or two. It goes well with steak." He licked across Cain's lips. "And sex." He

could so get used to the way Cain's lips parted when he did that.

He pushed Cain up against the counter and pressed close, kissing that sweet mouth. Then he backed

off, grabbed a couple beers and offered one over.

"Th...thanks." Cain rubbed his jaw, shook his head. "I can't believe..."

"That it's gone?" He grinned and pressed up against Cain, let his own fingers slide on the smooth

skin. Fuck, Cain had a sweet face. "You look fantastic, darlin'."

"It... I don't look like a kid?" Oh, look at those eyes.

"I'm not into fucking kids." He let his fingers drift down to grope Cain's cock through the sweats.

"Hair or no hair, you're all man, Cain."

That long, thin cock jerked, sort of pushed into his hand. "Thanks."

Denny could see Cain's heartbeat speed. "You're welcome, darlin'."

He rubbed Cain a moment longer, holding the dark eyes with his own. He wanted to dive into Cain

and not even come up for air. Those thin cheeks blushed, Cain's chin dipping at the endearment. He grinned, leaning in to rub their cheeks together. He swore he could hear his own five o'clock shadow rasping against Cain's newly shaved skin. "Have another sip of your beer and tell me to go grill the steaks before I ravish you." "I like my steaks super-well-done." That beer bottle was shaking as Cain brought it to his lips. "Super-well-done? I could just feed you some old shoe leather I've got at the bottom of my closet."


He winked, tilted the bottle a little, encouraging Cain to drink up. "Help yourself to another when you've finished that one." "Are you trying to get me tipsy?" "Nope. I'm trying to get you to relax a little." He rubbed their hips together. "Getting you tipsy's for when I shave your short 'n curlies." "No. No, you've shaved enough." Those pretty eyes held his for a second, the confusion there more addictive than heroin. "For tonight," he agreed. For tonight. But soon, because he could just picture that long cock rising up from bared skin, balls smooth and vulnerable... He leaned in and licked at Cain's lips again, unable to resist the urge, loving that small parting of lips, the way Cain's breath puffed over his. "You... I..." Cain hummed, following his tongue. He let Cain's lips capture it, humming softly at the warmth of Cain's mouth. Cain slipped closer, the kiss going deeper, their tongues sliding together. He tasted beer and sweet and God, Cain had something special about him, something that made him fucking hard. He dropped his hand to Cain's ass, tugging him in even closer. These soft little noises pressed into his lips, Cain shivering against him. He was going to turn Cain inside out. He rubbed their middles together, their cocks brushing again and again as he deepened the kisses, tugged Cain's tongue into his mouth and sucked on it. When Cain just relaxed and started letting him in, Denny felt it, felt that lean body melt against him. He eased off the kisses, nibbling on Cain's lips a little. "What do you want? What's the one thing you've always fantasized about doing?" "To be someone's." He felt Cain go stiff, still. Oh, now there was a secret Cain had kept hidden even from himself, he'd wager. "I think we can work that into my plans, darlin'." "I...I shouldn't have. You don't know me." Right. Sure. "I know enough." He slid a hand back around to stroke Cain's prick though the sweats. "I know you want me to make you come again. I know you want me to kiss you again. I know that the thought of me shaving you all over excites you as much as it terrifies you. And I know that you want to be on your knees sucking my cock again." "I can't. This is -- I should go. God, this was a bad idea." Cain didn't pull away, though, didn't push him back. "You've played it safe all your life, Cain. Live a little." He squeezed Cain's cock, rubbed the


material of his sweatpants against the tip of Cain's cock, reveling in the way Cain's body jerked. "Go with the bad idea for a change. Go with this bad idea." "W...weren't we supposed to make supper?" "We were." He slipped his fingers beneath the elastic waistband and touched the tip of Cain's cock, rubbing the pre-come gathered there around. Cain went up on tiptoe, fingers gripping his shoulders. "Oh, shit. It's sensitive." "Yeah? Imagine how much more sensitive it would be if you were bare." He brought his fingers up, and they glistened in the light. "Lick them clean," he murmured, pressing them to Cain's lips. Cain gasped, shivered, tongue slipping out to taste. He licked at Cain's tongue, chased it across his fingers and back into Cain's mouth. "Do you want supper right now, Cain? Or do you want to do more of this bad idea?" "I want--" Cain swallowed, eyes searching his. "I want more." He smiled and nodded. "Yes. Yes, you do, don't you?" He held Cain's eyes and took a step back, hand on Cain's ass to encourage him to follow. "Yeah. Yeah, I do." Cain moved with him, so pretty. He thought the living room would be best. There were... things in his bedroom that might send Cain scurrying again. Things that could wait. Keeping the pace nice and slow, he backed toward the living room with its big couch, taking tiny steps so that every time Cain followed, moved forward, Cain's needy cock bumped into his thigh. Each bump made Cain gasp, moan. That long, pale throat worked, begging to wear his marks. He kissed Cain just above his Adam's apple, then below it, then sucked lightly on the protrusion itself. Then he licked along Cain's carotid artery, kissed the hollow where shoulder met neck on one side, then the other. Each kiss was a promise of a mark to come. Far too soon they were in the cozy room, dark blues and greens dominating both furniture and walls. Cain hummed, relaxing more and more, responding to him so well. He wrapped his hands around Cain's arms, and sat on the couch, then pulled Cain down with him. Had Cain ever even made out, necked for hours as a teenager? There was something naive about Cain that said no, no he hadn't. Groaning at the thought, Denny curled his hands tighter around Cain's arms, licking his way up to Cain's ear. "Touch me." Cain's hand slid over his belly, and headed up over his chest. "You're warm." Yes, and Cain was willing.


"Even warmer if you slide your fingers under my T-shirt, darlin'." He wondered how bold Cain

would be.

He was surprised when Cain did it, fingers gentle and soft against his skin. Oh, what a good boy.

He echoed the movements, teasing his own fingertips almost imperceptibly up toward Cain's

nipples. Cain's eyes closed, hiding again, hiding from him.

"No," he murmured, dropping his hand back to Cain's belly and stroking. "No, don't do that, Cain. You have such beautiful eyes -- let me see them." "I. I just." There. Open. Vulnerable. Lovely. "It's hard."

He let his hand slip down further, briefly stroked the flesh responsible for stretching his sweats. "It

is indeed." He winked and went back to the more neutral stroking of Cain's belly.

Oh, that was a great laugh. A great, fascinating laugh. He was so screwed with this one.

He leaned against the back of the couch, tugging Cain to him. Bringing their mouths together, he

initiated another kiss, letting Cain control this one, letting the sweet lips against his own set the

pace as his fingers started back up toward Cain's nipples. Cain's belly muscles rippled, the sweet

stomach tight as Cain groaned into his lips.

He swallowed Cain's groans, and opened wider, inviting deeper kisses. His fingers slid up and up,

briefly touching Cain's nipple. So smooth, so soft, just barely circled with a ring of hair. He got a

few strands between his fingers, tugging on them gently. They were on the ‘to be shaved’ list.

"Gonna make you look amazing."

"Oh. What? Huh? That tingles."

"Tingles are good," he noted, tugging again before letting the hairs go in favor of teasing Cain's

nipple. He flicked his fingertip back and forth across it before pressing the flat of his thumb down

against the hardening bit of flesh.

"Mmm." Cain hummed softly, almost snuggling. "Your hands are warm."

"They love your skin. Will love it more when it's smooth. Shit, Cain, you’re gonna be so beautiful

all smooth."

"No. Men are hairy. It's how it works." Cain leaned up, face nuzzling his throat.

"We can help Mother Nature though." He slid his fingers over to Cain's other nipple, stroking and

teasing it, pinching quickly.

Cain gasped against his throat. "Careful!"


"So sensitive. I like that, darlin'." He nuzzled the top of Cain's head, fingers returning to the gentler touches on Cain's nipples, his other hand kneading Cain's prick through the sweats. Cain wasn't catscratch hard, but definitely interested, filling easily and pushing toward his touch. "Take off my shirt," he murmured. "And then your own." "Okay." Cain's fingers were a bit clumsy as they stripped his shirt off, but the man was getting better. Such a quick study. And so eager. He hummed as soon as they were both shirtless, drawing Cain close again, rubbing their chests together. That got him another series of soft little sounds, happy and low, peaceful. Cain was so sensual, just soaking up every touch. Shaved skin was going to up the ante on that, but the shaving itself -- the spreading of the shaving cream, the scrape of the razor across skin, the smoothing in of aftershave cream -- that was going to be so good. Denny brought their mouths together, tongue sliding across Cain's lips to open them. The kiss went deep, Cain opening easily, so eager. Denny shifted so he was lying on the couch with his head on the pillow at the end. It was just a matter of holding on and Cain came with him, lying on him. Their pricks lined up nicely. Those eyes went wide again. Christ, that was cute. Of course, the way that long prick jerked, rubbed alongside his, wasn't cute, not at all. He explored Cain's back with his fingers, the long spine like a bumpy road leading down into Cain's sweats. It made his own prick jerk and he pushed up with his hips. "Mmm. I can't believe I'm here." Cain nibbled his bottom lip. "I can. I knew I wanted you when I saw you. That pretty ass in the middle of all that candy..." And then he'd taken one look at those sweet eyes and he was hooked. "You... Do you do this often? Find men and candy?" "Oh, I pick up candy all the time. But you? You're different. I don't find someone like you very often." He slid his hand down to wrap around Cain's ass, sliding their groins together. "I'm not anyone special..." Cain arched, groaned into his lips. "No?" He bucked, heels digging into the sofa so he could push up harder. "I disagree." Come on, pretty boy, lose it for me. "We don't have to a... a..." Cain panted, ass going tight in his hands. "Agree." He nodded, hips moving more quickly, driving Cain a little. "No, we don't." His own voice had gone husky, his hands pulling Cain into the movements that kept bringing their bodies together.


"Shouldn't we --? I've already messed my jeans..."

"Then lose the sweats, darlin'." He pushed a hand between them, opening his own jeans up, button

first, then his zipper. His hand brushed and pushed against Cain's cock as he did it.

"Oh." Cain shuddered, moving against his hand, humping his touch.

He had a half a mind to let Cain go until his sweats were as creamed as the jeans, but decided he'd

rather feel that heat against his skin. So he tugged down the sweats, hand staying between them only long enough to get their pricks lined up together, sliding hard and hot, skin on skin. "That's it. Just keep moving, darlin'." "You're hot." Cain's head rolled on his shoulders, cheeks flushed rosy pink, eyes closed.

"Hot for you. Very hot for you." His hips bucked up harder, faster, starting to gasp a little.

They started humping, Cain giving it up for him, wanting him, making him feel like a million

bucks. He kissed Cain, the smooth skin like silk, making him groan. Then he wrapped one leg

around Cain's, keeping their bodies tight together as they humped.

"I. I. I'm going to. Again." Cain's fingers squeezed his shoulders, eyes rolling.

"That's... oh, fuck... the plan." Come on, darlin', show it to me again. Give it up for me.

Cain nodded, throat working, hands opening and closing as heat sprayed up over his belly. Oh,

fuck, that was sweet. And the smell.... Moaning, Denny bucked up hard, his own heat spraying

between them as the pleasure shot out of him.

Cain's fingers stroked him, so careful. So gentle. Petting him. He shuddered, another drop or two of

spunk sliding out of his prick with the sweet aftershock. "Oh, darlin', that was lovely."

He couldn't wait to get that bush shaved, slide his cock along smooth as silk skin.

"Mmmhmm. Good." Cain sounded exhausted, sated. Happy.

He nodded, foot sliding off Cain's legs. There was a blanket down at the other end of the couch, and

if he worked it right, he could find it with his feet. They wouldn't have to move at all. There. He

curled his toes around the edge and sort of tossed it up, then got a hold of it properly and covered

them both up. "This is good, too," he noted.

Cain nodded. "You don't mind? I can stay a while longer?"

"Stay as long as you like." In fact Denny was kind of hoping Cain would stay longer. A lot longer.

"Thank you." Cain cuddled in, smooth skin on his shoulder.


"You're welcome, darlin'."

More than welcome.

As was Cain's weight and warmth on him.

Much more than welcome.


Chapter Two Hot.

He was hot.

And sort of stuck.

Okay.

Weird.

He opened his eyes, trying to focus. Where the hell was he?

What the...

Oh.

Oh, God.

He was.

Oh.

Cain was trapped between Denny and the back of the sofa, held tight and tucked up under Denny's

chin.

They were both naked. Well, their pants were kind of tangled around their knees, which wasn't

helping with the being trapped. They were covered by a blanket that was worn and soft, but the

main source of heat was Denny, the man like a furnace. Especially the part that was poking hard

against his belly.

Okay, he ought to get up.

Really.

Up.

Because he was hungry and stuff.

Cain shifted up, trying to slide out from under Denny.

Man, his cheeks felt funny.

Bare.


Weird.

Denny made a noise and an arm went around him, clamping down tight. "Stay." He wasn't sure

Denny was even awake, but there was no mistaking the order in that word.

"I..." He shivered, cock firming just like that. What was wrong with him?

Denny rumbled and started moving against him, hips rolling, sliding the big cock against his belly,

against his own cock. God, Denny's prick was like a fire against his skin, and left a wet trail that

felt dirty, sexy.

"I." Oh. Oh, that felt... Cain shivered, lips open, sliding over Denny's collarbone.

A soft moan sounded, Denny's hips moving faster, their cocks bumping and sliding. One of

Denny's hands slid around his hip and moved him a bit, just enough that their cocks slid together

more firmly.

He wasn't sure how all this had happened, really. That suddenly he was here and hard and wanting.

Denny's other hand tilted his face up, hot lips sliding over his beardless jaw, latching on, sucking.

Oh, man, he could feel that throb with his heartbeat, knew it was going to leave a mark. Oh, shit.

That. He'd never-- What would people think?

Cain gasped, tugged away, just throbbing with it. "Denny."

"Yeah, right here." He got a grin, a wicked glint in Denny's gray eyes. "Always good to get the

name of the guy you're fucking right. Always good to get my name right."

Denny moved faster against him, hand dragging up along his side, fingers finding one of his

nipples. He could feel his nipple tighten, feel it reach up for Denny's touch. This was-- it all was.

Just amazing.

Groaning, Denny played, fingers flicking and pinching, varying the sensation, each new touch

making him gasp. All the while their hips moved, pushing together, their bellies and hips pressed

tight. He hid his face in Denny's throat, bucking, cock leaking.

"No, darlin', look up. No hiding from me." Denny's voice was low and rough, needy, and the

fingers playing over his nipple, moved to tilt his chin back up.

"I..." His cheeks burned, aching with it. It was so hard, to let Denny in so deep.

"Yeah, like that." Denny's thumb pressed against his jaw, against the spot that Denny had been

sucking, making the bruise throb.


His chin dipped again, the sensation something he never would have thought sexy. Not before now.

With a groan, Denny's mouth dropped over his, the kiss deep and sharp, Denny's hips driving hard

against him, as if Denny were demanding his pleasure. That was all it took. He shot, just like that.

Another sound filled his mouth, Denny moving even faster, sliding slick and easy now. Then

Denny jerked, more heat splashing between them as Denny came. The smell was... enough to make

his prick jerk and try to stay hard.

He shuddered, shaking as Denny kept moving, rubbing them together. Sliding them together.

Denny's kisses turned long and lazy, like the way they were moving together, slow and easy.

"Waking up with you is good, Cain. I surely hope we can do it again."

"You're warm." He was warm, too, filled with heat and pleasure and a sweet flush of pride that

Denny wanted to do it again.

"Body heat. Best heat of all." Denny winked and kissed him again. "I suppose I should finally feed

you before doing it all over again..." Denny sure didn't sound like he wanted to though, body still moving against him. "We'll be sore, if we do it again." Cain stretched a little, begging another one of those kisses. Denny laughed, the sound rich, and then kissed him, lips sliding against his, tongue opening his mouth right up. "Touch me, darlin', I want to feel your hand on me." His fingers slid around Denny's waist, drawing patterns over the man's lower back, tracing the spine. Groaning, Denny pushed against him, and then back into his hand, the hot prick gliding against his own, making everything shiver a little. He couldn't get it up again, his balls would bruise. Denny's fingers slid over his skin, catching in the little hairs around his nipples, in the glory trail

that led down to his prick. "Mmm... gonna shave you smooth, darlin' -- it's going to be so good."

"I -- I don't know about that." Shaved? Like his pubes? No. No, that was too much.

"You didn't know about your beard either and look how well that turned out." Denny licked his

cheek and along his jaw, humming and making his skin seem to vibrate from the sound.

"I still don't..." Oh, that felt good. So good.

"You think you don't, but your body knows." Denny kept licking, mouth closing now and then to

suck, his jaw treated to one licking, sucking kiss after another. Denny's fingers moved over his


chest, belly and pubes, tugging on his hairs -- not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to notice, little sharp stings. He moaned, body starting to move with the tugs, starting to rock a little. "We could wax you -- that would last longer." Denny's lips nibbled across his chin, teeth mockbiting the very tip. "But I like the shaving. And I'm willing to do it as often as needed. Every day." "Every day? But--" He was in over his head. Really. "Mmm-hmm. You and me and the razor and the water. Sliding the blade up and over your skin. Here and there and everywhere it's needed." Denny was rocking against him, the words almost sing-songed, back and forth, just like their bodies. It was hypnotic, the rhythm fascinating him, calming him. "I want you to suck me again, darlin'." Denny whispered the words against his bare skin, hands dropped onto his shoulders and pushing, just a little. "I want to feel your smooth cheeks against my cock." "Now?" He slid along the couch cushions, Denny's hands sure. "Yes, darlin', right now." Denny's thumb moved across his cheek. Then he was face to face with Denny's prick, and Denny grabbed it, rubbed the hot silk flesh against his cheeks, first one and then the other before painting his lips with the hot drops that slid from the slit. The soft skin was salty, bitter with both of them, and he closed his eyes tightly, focusing as he licked Denny clean. "Oh, wow. You're something else, Cain." Denny's voice had gone rough, the words almost like sandpaper. Oh. Oh, that. Cain smiled, increasing his efforts, pleased, deep down. Denny's fingers slid over his head, along his cheeks, not guiding him at all, just touching and encouraging his every lick and taste of Denny's large, hard cock. Cain thought he could get used to this. Honestly. Very much. The tastes, the warmth, the smells - it appealed. As he sucked and licked, low groans and wanton, needy sounds filled the air, and then Denny started to rock, hips pushing the cock into his mouth and along his cheeks, the movements rough and jerky like Denny was trying to hold back but couldn't. He held Denny's thighs, trying his best to relax, to let Denny in, to not choke. "Sexy mouth," murmured Denny, hands coming down to wrap around his head, and tilt it slightly to let the thick prick in deeper. He shuddered, pulling away a little, pushing into Denny's hands. "Don't you want it?" Denny asked him, fingers stroking, thumb sliding over his lips, the tip of that cock working in and out over and over.


"Mmmhmm." He wanted it, but he wasn't sure he could take it all.

"Then just open up and relax, darlin'. I'm not going to hurt you." Those hands were so warm on his

head, stroking and soothing, each push of Denny's hips sending the big cock just a little further into

his mouth. Denny's eyes held his, mesmerizing him.

Cain started breathing with Denny, relaxing, trusting. He was getting light-headed, tingling all over.

"That's it, darlin'. That's it. So good. Such a hot mouth." The words poured down on him, all in that

gravelly tone, the praise echoed in Denny's eyes. "Soon. Oh, soon, darlin'. So hot."

Cain hummed, shivered and sucked harder. He should be ashamed for needing that praise so badly.

He should.

"Oh, fuck, yes! That's it. Just like that!" Denny pushed hard, prick hitting the back of his throat and

spraying hot, bitter seed. Cain gagged a little, but managed. He swallowed and pulled and managed.

Denny's prick slid back and forth a few more times, shallower now though, giving him room to

swallow without gagging, to breathe. And then it slipped out, Denny sighing softly. "Oh, darlin',

that was... your mouth is a dream and that was wonderful. It was good for you, too, wasn't it?"

Denny smiled down at him, hands caressing and rubbing his head.

He nodded, closing his eyes and nuzzling against Denny's belly. "Good."

"You needing?" Denny asked him, cock nestled in his neck.

"I'm hungry." He really was, even more than he was wanting.

Denny's stomach chose that moment to growl, and the man chuckled. "Yeah, I think we both are."

Standing, Denny held out a hand for him, seeming unconcerned about being naked. "You like steak

and eggs for breakfast? Rumor has it we have that."

"Yeah?" Oh, man. That sounded good. "That works."

"Cool." Denny helped him get the sweats back on, hands lingering on his skin, warming him right

through.

Denny's jeans sat low on his hips as he led the way out to the kitchen. "Guess the neighbors would be happier if we used the indoor grill. 'Sides, the mosquitoes are deadly 'til the sun comes back up." Denny moved easily around the kitchen, taking out the carton of eggs and the packages of steaks, putting bread into the toaster and hitting a switch on the coffee machine. "You want to set the table, darlin'? The dishes are in that cupboard on the right there."


"Okay. Sure." He found plates and coffee cups, then rooted around to find silverware. Everything

was classic, solid, somehow strong.

The place soon smelled like grilled meat, Denny cutting up mushrooms and throwing them in a pan

of hot butter. "You said you liked your meat well-done, right?" The question came with a bump of

Denny's hips to his, a warm smile offered.

"Yes, thank you." He smiled back, inhaling deep. "It smells good." What was he doing here?

Denny flipped the steaks, moving one over to one corner, then Denny's hand slid over his ass, the

touch warm and soft. "It does, doesn't it? How about your eggs, how do you want them?"

"How do you eat yours? I usually just scramble them up."

"I like dipping my toast in the yolks, but I hate having any of the whites runny -- I'm very picky

about that and the waitresses at the IHOP fight to sit me at someone else's table." Denny grinned,

licked the corner of his mouth. "Mmm, I do love that smooth skin, darlin'.”

"Where are you from?" He shivered, biting his own bottom lip.

Denny's tongue slid across his lip and his teeth. "Northern California. My mother was a hippie and I

grew up in a commune until I ran away when I was fourteen." That hand slid back over his ass.

"What about you, darlin'?"

"My dad was military. I lived all over." He jumped, toes curling at the touch.

Denny laughed. His hand stayed on Cain's ass, and squeezed a little. "Our folks couldn't have been

any more different, huh? They say opposites attract."

"Are you? Attracted?" He leaned back, heart pounding slowly.

"You're here, aren't you, darlin'?" Denny didn't let him go away, but followed him, mouth coming

close to his. "I am. Very."

"I am, yes. I've never been picked up in a store before."

"No? Have you ever been picked up anywhere else before?" Denny's tongue licked across his lips,

the motion starting to become familiar, but still making him gasp a little and open his mouth. "Or am I your first?" "You. You're my first." He blushed, dropped his eyes. "That makes me lame, huh?"

"No, I think that makes you one of a kind." That voice just poured over him, Denny's hips sliding

against his cock.


"Yeah, right. A lame one of a kind." A lame, almost unemployed, shitty designer, loser, one of a

kind.

Denny snorted, and tilted his head up. "I don't bring a lame man home, Cain. I brought home a

sexy, needy, wanton just waiting to come out of his shell."

"Sexy? Me?" Wanton?

"Fuck, yes. Very sexy." Denny licked his lips open again, took a kiss that promised to be long and

sweet, but was cut short. "Damn, gonna burn those mushrooms in a second." Denny's hand slid

around his hip and squeezed his prick for just a moment before Denny turned to stir the mushrooms

and add a bunch of eggs onto the grill.

"You want these scrambled or you gonna try something new?"

"I can... I can try something new." He actually chuckled. He was getting kind of good at it.

"Cool. I'll do the eggs all hard but the yoke. We can dip toast together."

The meal came together pretty quickly after that, toast popping, Denny dishing up the food onto a

couple of plates and setting them on the table. It was all so normal. They ate together quietly,

peacefully, the food good and filling. Cain found himself almost dozing over his plate.

He didn't even realize Denny had cleared the table and filled the dishwasher until a warm hand

rubbed his shoulder. "Come on, darlin', we've got a few more hours before the sun's up, come to

bed."

"You don't mind sharing? I'm so tired..." He stood, stumbling after Denny, eyes half closed. "I'm going to get fired in the morning, then I can go home and rest after." "I don't mind sharing, Cain. In fact, I'll bet you're a perfect fit."

Denny led him down the hall to the bedroom, and he was too tired to even really look around.

There was a big bed and he was led right to it.

"Let's just get these off, first." Denny tugged off his sweats and pulled the black covers down for

him.

"Mmm. Comfy." He stretched a little, then curled up, his bare cheek rubbing against the pillow.

Denny joined him, wrapped around him from behind, warm and solid.

"Sleep, darlin'. It'll do you good."

"Yeah. Yeah. Thanks." It would. Hell, today was already way better than it had started.


*** Denny was up with the sun, which gave him the advantage of watching Cain while he slept. Shaving the beard hadn't made Cain look that much younger, but asleep, the worry and concern faded, and Cain did look younger. More innocent. He wanted to dive into that innocence and explore it, put his mark on it. Explore what made Cain tick, push past all those boundaries the man put up. He'd have to push. But he could do that. He could push and push and push until Cain started to ask for what he needed. Denny hadn't looked forward to anything this much in a long time. He let his hand slide over Cain's belly, trying to decide what to shave next. Cain shivered, then stretched, stomach muscles going taut for him. Oh, damn, that was nice. He'd start here. Shave off the little hairs that circled the pretty little nipples, and this glory trail. He didn't need any sort of guide to find Cain's cock. Then Cain's cock and balls, the dark hair under the man's arms. Maybe more. He could make Cain his. Just the thought of it had him hard and eager. He groaned, rubbing his cock against Cain's thigh. He'd take Cain shopping for razors -- it would make them both so hard. Cain moaned, turned toward him with a sweet, happy sound. God, yes. Come closer. There was that mark he'd made on Cain's jaw, sharp and dark against the pale skin. He licked it, hand sliding to cup Cain's balls. "I..." Cain's eyes fluttered open, fastening on his face. "You weren't a dream." "Me? A dream? Oh, no, darlin', I'm real." He squeezed Cain's balls just a little, just to prove it. "Oh!" Those eyes went wide, Cain's lips forming an 'o'. Christ, he could eat Cain alive. He slid his tongue over that 'o' and then started to fuck it, tongue pushing right into Cain's mouth, his thumb stroking Cain's balls. Cain stayed still, and let him in, letting him take everything he wanted. So sweet, so sexy. He slid his hand up, leaving the warm balls behind in favor of Cain's cock, his palm sliding over the long, hard length. "I... I have to go home. I have work..." "No you don't." Cain had said himself he was going to be fired. Denny couldn't think of a better reason to skip work. He rubbed his fingers over the top of Cain's prick, sliding in the pre-come. "I... They're going to... Oh." "What, darlin'? Are they going to do this?" He pushed his thumb into the slit and then circled the head. "How about this?" He jacked Cain's cock a few times.


"No. No. They... I." Cain's lips opened and closed, the sweet body jerking.

"They won't do this either." He licked along Cain's cheek, then over one nipple, his hand moving

slow and easy over the hot silky cock.

"No..." Cain whimpered, hips bucking, fucking his hand.

"That's it, darlin', just go with it." He flicked his tongue back and forth over Cain's nipple, scraped

his teeth over the hard bit of flesh, hand working with Cain's movements.

Cries filled the air, Cain humping, begging him for more. Denny bit and nibbled, sucked and

licked, torturing Cain's nipple, hand tightening around Cain's cock. So fucking sexy, muscles

working, body reaching for what it needed. The little cries got louder, more and more desperate as

he bit and tugged that swollen little nipple, cock leaking copiously.

He looked up at Cain's face, the high cheekbones, the pointed chin, so lovely. "Come on, Cain.

Take it."

"Take... I..." Cain moaned, cock throbbing as he shot.

Denny groaned as the scent hit him, his own hips starting to snap, rubbing his prick against Cain's

skin. Cain pushed close, their lips crashing together. He kept moving, the kiss hard, Cain's tongue pushing against his own, making him so hot. He shot, a ripple moving through his whole body. Groaning, he licked the inside of Cain's mouth, enjoying the heat and passion. Then they settled, and he just touched Cain, fingers tracing the places he was going to make

smooth. Cain's moan was sweet, the little shudders addictive as hell.

"You want to shower with me, darlin'?" It would be the perfect spot to smooth out Cain's chest.

"Mmmhmm. I have to hurry, though. I have to go in."

He shook his head. "Darlin', why do you want to give them the time of day?"

"Because it's my job. Because I need that job or I'll be in real trouble."

"I thought you said they were going to fire you?" So logical, his sweet Cain. Denny would teach

him the joy of jumping into the unknown.

"Well, I'm pretty sure, but I don't want them to. I was considering begging on hands and knees."

"Oh, no. You don't beg. Not for a job." He slid his hands over Cain. "Never on your hands and

knees to them, darlin'. Never."

"I..." Cain stretched, belly rolling a little, moving under his hands.


"There're other jobs. Ones where you don't have to beg and plead and grovel just to be humiliated some more. Begging should only be done for pleasure, darlin'." He could see Cain, on hands and knees, pleading for a taste of Denny's cock, or to be shaved, to be pierced, pleading for him. He shuddered. That sweet ass, taking a thick dildo in. Taking a plug. Taking his hand. He could hear the pleas, he could see the look in Cain's eyes, that combination of disbelief and fear and absolute need. "You don't need them, Cain." You need me. "I have to pay my rent." "You're telling me the firm you're working for is the only place you can design for? Have you got a

portfolio? Finding a new job is just a matter of looking for it."

"I have one, yeah. I... I'm more of a comic book artist, but..." Cain shrugged. "It's a job."

"A comic book artist? Oh, you get more and more fascinating with each passing moment, darlin'."

He leaned in and licked that sweet, bare jaw again. "Believe in yourself, Cain. Take a chance on yourself and let the 'just a job' go." "I... Who are you?" There was the barest peach fuzz on Cain's upper lip.

"I'm the man who knows how to take you to the moon, darlin'." He slid his fingers over the fuzz.

"Who knows how to keep you smooth."

"I don't..." Cain moaned, eyes rolling. "I'm scared."

"I know." He breathed against Cain's lips. "Kind of exciting, isn't it?"

Cain didn't answer, but he got the barest nod.

"Yeah. It is." He closed the distance between their lips, keeping the kiss soft and sweet. That moan

fed his soul, Cain snuggling right into him.

Yeah, Cain's world was all topsy-turvy, had been when he'd found the man at that candy counter,

and now Cain was turning to him for shelter in the storm.

He slid his hand down to Cain's hip and tugged him in closer. "We'll spend the day doing what we

want, yeah? We'll start with the shower and we'll smooth your face out again, take care of a bit

more hairy business. Make you so nice and smooth, darlin'. It'll be great."

"But..." Cain searched his eyes, the panic and worry there warring with the need. Then Cain

nodded. "What we want." Oh, that was sweet. It felt good.

Groaning, he brought their lips back together again. "Yeah, darlin'. What we want."


"Okay. Okay. I'll figure it out later."

"Yeah. Come on, darlin'. Let's go get wet." He got up and reached his hands out for Cain. Cain's

hands slid into his, those eyes holding his like a drowning man held a lifeline.

He tugged Cain up, tugged him close, and started moving out of the bedroom and down the hall to

the bathroom, keeping eye contact the whole time. All Cain had to do was follow. And follow Cain

did, nice and easy, almost like the sweet thing was hypnotized.

"You like the water hot, darlin'?"

"Yes. Do you have a good hot water heater?"

"Yep. Nice and big." They could shower for ages. Do all sorts of things before the water would run

cold. He got the taps turned on, hot enough the steam started rising almost immediately.

Cain smiled, reached up into the spray, arching a little. "That feels good."

"It looks great," he murmured, sliding his hands over the slick skin. "All those sweet muscles wet

and shiny."

"Mmm." Cain rocked, a blissful smile on his face.

He kept touching, exploring. He couldn't help but imagine how this was going to feel once Cain

was all smooth. He'd known when he'd seen those eyes that Cain needed someone like him.

He pushed the soap into Cain's hands. "Soap your chest up, darlin'."

"Just my chest?" Cain chuckled and began to wash his chest and arms, soaping up those black curls

above his cock.

"Well that's all I'd planned on shaving this morning, but if you're wanting more than that, I'm your

man and I won't say no." He rubbed his hands over Cain's chest, making extra bubbles.

"What?" Cain stopped, blinked. "You can't shave my chest!"

Denny chuckled. "Sure I can. We've got a razor, water, soap, and you're naked in the shower."

"Men don't shave their chests, Denny."

"Have you ever been to the gym, darlin'?" He kept stroking that fine skin, hand drifting down so he

could run his fingers over Cain's abs.

"Not since high school, no."


"Trust me, guys shave their chests all the time. Besides, it's about what we want today, right? So who gives a rat’s ass what random 'men' do." He gave Cain a kiss and grabbed the straight razor, testing Cain's chest again to make sure it was still good and soapy. "You should lean against the tile to keep you still while I'm doing around your nipples." "This... this is a bad idea..." Cain's belly was tight as a board.

"Oh, I don't think so." He grinned and flicked a finger across Cain's nipple, watching it tighten up

for him. Then he brought the razor up, very carefully dragging it over the little hairs that

surrounded the dark pink nipple.

"Don't. Don't cut me." Cain stilled, shuddering. If that pretty cock wasn't hard as stone, he'd worry.

"Oh, no, darlin', I'm not into hurting -- myself or others."

The scrape of metal over skin was loud, even with the noise of the shower. Hell, he was so focused,

he would swear he could hear every breath Cain took.

"Denny..." Cain's hands were opening and closing, eyes squeezed shut.

"Right here, darlin', and I'm almost done. Unless of course you want me to keep going." He carded

the fingers of his free hand through the curls around Cain's cock. He'd suck that cock once it was

bare naked -- just blow Cain's mind.

"No. No. I. I can't." Cain went up on tiptoe, cock throbbing.

"You don't have to at all. And me? Well, I can, darlin'."

Cain whimpered, hips moving, fucking the air. That's what he'd thought. Grabbing the soap, he rubbed it through Cain's curls, and then knelt. "Easy now, darlin'." He pushed Cain's cock to the side, the hot, silky flesh tempting him to wrap it in his fist and send Cain flying. Instead, he drew the razor on down over Cain's skin, the black curls falling onto the floor of the shower. "Oh, God. That – But..." Cain kept shaking his head, staring down.

"Gonna look so pretty, darlin', all smooth and naked for me. I'm gonna take you in my mouth, learn

the flavor of your skin, feel it under my tongue." He kept working as he talked, moving Cain's cock

this way and that, careful to keep it well out of range of the razor.

"You." Cain's head hit the tile, face turned up toward the spray.

"Uh-huh. Me." No one else. No one else had ever made Cain feel like this. No one else could.


He cleaned up all the hair in Cain's crotch, working so carefully over Cain's sac. Cain was almost sobbing, the sound overwhelmed and shocked and perfect. As soon as he was done, the razor safely tucked away in the soap dish, he used his hands to rinse the newly bared skin and then it was his to touch, to lick, to suck. Moaning, he wrapped his mouth around one of Cain's balls, sucking gently as his fingers danced over the beautiful bare skin surrounding Cain's long prick. Cain shot, the heat landing on his back, his shoulder. A shudder went through him, his own cock jerking in response. Cain was just so damned sexy. Denny kept exploring, mouth moving to take the other ball in, nose sliding on the smooth skin. His fingers traced Cain's skin, his cock, feeling the heat pouring off Cain in waves. That pretty cock stayed hard, wet-tipped and dark. It was calling to him, too, and he let Cain's balls go, sliding his tongue up along the big vein that ran the length of that pretty cock. "I..." Cain's knees buckled, hands squeaking along the tile. He wrapped his arms around Cain's thighs, slowing the man's descent, tongue working over the sweet prick the entire way down. "I'm sorry. I just. I needed." Sweet baby. He shook his head, mouth moving back and forth over the tip of Cain's cock, tongue tapping the slit. "Oh. Oh. It's… sensitive." Taking the head between his lips, he hummed, knowing the vibrations were likely to make Cain insane. Cain tugged away, soft cries filling the air. He took more of Cain into his mouth, hands sliding up along that smooth chest, groaning as his fingers found nothing but skin and nipples. Cain's hips rolled up, cock pushing deeper into his lips. Oh, a fast learner. It was amazing how pleasure could spur a man on to new heights. He hummed again and tightened his lips a little, head bobbing to give Cain more sensation. Cain's head tossed, hands sliding on the edge of the tub. God, he did love a smooth body. His finger teased Cain's nipple as hot flesh slid on his tongue. Come on, darlin', let me taste you. Cain moaned and went still, cock throbbing, come pouring into his lips. Mmm... salt and bitter, and pure man. He licked Cain clean and then licked his lips, smiling up at the man. Cain was slumped in the bottom of the tub, heart visibly pounding. Denny slid up along Cain's body, settling his cock in the valley of newly shaved skin and rubbing on it. A shudder went through him -- it felt so fucking fine.


Cain's hands slipped around his shoulders, fingers holding on tight. Groaning, he buried his face in Cain's neck, breathing in the clean, wonderful smell of the man. Over and over, he slid his prick along that silky skin, the pleasure radiating out from his cock and settling in his balls. "You... You're so hot. I feel you."

"Oh, darlin'..." A couple more pushes and he was coming, spunk coating that fine skin.

Cain's eyes were closed, hands holding him close.

They were going to have to move soon; the water was going to go cold. And Cain couldn't be

comfortable. But for now, for a few minutes, they just rested, warm and spent and together.

***

Oh, God.

Oh.

Oh. Oh, God.

Cain blinked over at his reflection in the mirror, just stunned.

What was he doing?

What was he thinking?

Cain headed for the dryer, intent on getting his jeans and going home. He'd lost his mind. Just gone

to the Safeway and lost his motherfucking mind. He found Denny already by the dryer, folding

clothes for all the world like the man was Martha Stewart.

"Hey." He saw his briefs and pulled them out, tugged them on.

Denny gave him a warm smile. "Hey, darlin'. You got any druthers as to what we do next?"

"I... I probably ought to go home, huh? Not take up your whole day?" Try to figure out what the

hell he was doing.

"Oh, no -- that wasn't the deal at all! We were going to spend it doing what we wanted and you going home? That is not what I want." Denny put aside the laundry and came over, hand sliding along his naked -- bare -- chest. "Not what I want at all." "I..." Cain shivered, caught himself leaning into Denny's touch. "I'm in way over my head."


"Oh, now it seems to me you've enjoyed yourself. So maybe in over your head is how you like it?"

The touches continued, Denny skirting his nipples.

"I don't know..." He shook his head. "I can't think with you doing that."

"That's kind of the idea, Cain. You spend too much time thinking. It holds you back."

"Holds me..." His nipples went tight, the skin around them just starting to go pink and aggravated.

"Keeps you from doing what you want." Denny winked at him and leaned in, tongue flicking across

the tip of his nipple.

"Life..." Oh, god. Good. Warm. Hot. "Life isn't about wanting all the time."

"Oh, you've been hanging out with the wrong people if you think that." Warm air pushed against

his skin with every breath Denny exhaled, then that tongue slid over his nipple again.

"That feels good." It was oddly comforting, this soft, heated touch.

"Good. Just relax and enjoy it." Denny moved to the other nipple, giving it the same attention.

Cain leaned against the washing machine, fingers sliding up to stroke Denny's hair, catching on the

heavy strands.

Denny nodded. "Love it when you touch me, darlin'."

"Good. Good." He sighed softly, eyes drifting closed as the gentle touches started again.

Back and forth, Denny worked his nipples, breathed on his skin. Warm hands landed on his hips,

thumbs rubbing along the waistband of his underwear. "Wanna see your skin, Cain. Wanna feel it. All smooth for me." "It's a little red." Irritated. So sensitive. "I have stuff for that, Cain." Denny smiled up at him. "I'll take you shopping for more later. Maybe another razor. And we can test out the shaving creams." Denny tugged at his underwear, pulling one side down far enough to place a soft kiss on his skin. Then Denny took his hand. "It's in the bedroom." Oh, Denny's eyes were twinkling. The bedroom. He kept getting in trouble there.

The most amazing trouble.

Denny was moving them down the hall and he wasn't doing anything to stop them. He just

followed, Denny's gray eyes holding his. Like they were mesmerizing him or something.


"Lie on the bed, darlin'. Oh, and lose the underwear -- you don't need it."

"You know, most people don't walk around naked all day." Most people didn't quit their jobs for a

one-night stand, either.

Denny laughed, the sound deep and happy. "Most people don't have nearly as much fun as we're

having." The man grabbed a bottle from the dresser and joined him on the bed. "This is just generic

stuff, but we'll upgrade soon."

"Upgrade? To what?"

"Something sexy, darlin'." Denny gave him a wink and put some lotion on the skin around his right

nipple, two fingers slowly rubbing it in. "Something expensive that we both like the smell of that'll

keep your skin nice and silky and un-irritated."

His eyes closed, the sensation arousing and soothing, all at once.

"Damn, I knew you'd be amazing shaved, I just knew it." Denny groaned softly, fingers sliding on

his skin, moving over to work around his other nipple.

"It's... I haven't. I don't." He wasn't sure what to think.

Denny hummed and leaned in to press their lips together. "I love it when you get incoherent."

His eyes flew open, searching Denny's eyes to see if he was being made fun of. They weren't

laughing at all, though; Denny was staring down at him, heat in those gray eyes. Denny looked at

him like he was something special.

Their lips parted, Denny's tongue taking a last swipe across his lips.

Cain smiled, fingers sliding over Denny's face, just touching a second. "Are you real?"

"Do I feel real?" Denny's mouth chased his fingers, nipping sharply on the tips.

"Uh-huh." Denny felt huge. Necessary.

"Then I guess the answer is yes, I am real." Denny smiled and looked down along his body,

squirting cold lotion onto the skin next to Cain's cock. He jerked away, squeaking at the cold.

Denny chuckled, nibbled at his earlobe. "It'll warm up, darlin'. And then it'll feel so good." Warm

fingers slid through the cream, rubbing it into his skin.

"Oh..." He blinked slowly, the sensation delicious, melting him, deep down.

"Mmm, yeah. You're so sensual -- you should always be bare, darlin'." Denny's fingers slid on his

skin, working the cream in.


"I..." Oh, that felt amazing. Warm and delicious. Just right.

"Look at yourself, Cain. Look at how pretty your cock is against all that bare skin."

He kept his eyes closed, shook his head. He looked foreign, sensual. Strange.

Soft kisses pressed over his lids, his cheeks. "Open your eyes and look, darlin'. Look at what I see."

"Me?" Oh. So good. So sweet.

"Yes, you. I see you." Denny got some more lotion on his fingers, sliding them down to Cain's

balls, the touch careful. Cain spread, moaning at that caress. Yes. Yes, please. "Oh, yes, you like this, don't you? You want so much." One finger stroked down along the skin behind his balls. He went stiff as electricity shivered through him, then Cain relaxed again. "I like it."

Denny's breath was hot on his ear. "I know." Then that finger slid down over his skin again, all the

way to the edge of his hole.

His ass clenched and he jerked away. "I. Uh. I don't. I mean."

He hadn't.

Ever.

"It's okay, darlin', we're not going to do anything you don't want to do." Those warm fingers cupped

his balls again, rolled them gently.

"Mmm." Denny kept scrambling him up and then smoothing him out, over and over.

Denny's fingers slid up over his cock, dancing over his skin, making the muscles in his belly jump

and tense. He couldn't decide whether to melt or stiffen, to move or just relax to the bone.

"Could lie here and do this all day," murmured Denny, lips sliding over his earlobe.

"Okay." He turned, cuddling close. "Okay."

Denny's arms wrapped him in warmth.

Okay.


Chapter Three Denny woke up at three a.m. and got up, stretching and throwing on a pair of sweats. He considered waking Cain, but figured he'd better check the answering machine and his e-mail first.

Not only had he convinced Cain not to go into work, he'd talked the man into staying the night

again. Just as well -- he figured the minute Cain got home he'd start thinking and then Denny'd have

to work to get him to relax again, to just go with the flow and enjoy the things Denny did to him.

Twitchy as hell, but sweeter than honey, Cain was well worth working for.

There were a half dozen messages on the answering machine, all of them junk. There were a few e-

mails that needed answering, though, and he settled in front of the computer, getting lost in work.

It was dawn when he heard footsteps moving through the house, Cain gathering up his clothes,

getting dressed. Oh, no, he wasn't going to let Cain sneak out without even saying goodbye.

He wandered out of his office. "Cain? Darlin'? Where've you gotten to?"

"I was getting my clothes. I have to go home. I've been here two nights. I have to feed my fish."

"You have fish?" He met Cain halfway down the hall, looping his arms around the man's waist.

"Good morning. What kind?"

"Good morning. Bettas. I have four." He was given a smile, a long, soft kiss. Oh, sweet. He stroked

the small of Cain's back, enjoying the closeness.

"I could go with you and meet them."

"You want to meet them?" Cain looked surprised, pleased. So pretty. Well, barring the dark stubble

covering his cheeks.

"As long as they're not man-eating bettas, yes, I do." He grinned, thumb sliding across Cain's lips.

"We need to take care of your face, first."

"They haven't that I've ever seen." Cain smiled, kissed his thumb. "What's wrong with my face?"

"You need a shave, darlin'. You've got the worst five o'clock shadow."

"You don't like the stubble?"

"Darlin', I like you smooth." He rubbed their groins together. "Not going to let you suck me with

your cheeks all scratchy."

"It wasn't scratchy with the full beard..."


"Yes, but I couldn't taste you with the full beard, couldn't lick and suck your jaw." Some men liked their guys hairy. He liked them smooth. He liked the way it looked, the way it felt. And frankly, he got off on shaving Cain. "Come back to the bathroom with me and we'll clean you up and then you can show me your place." "I..." Cain blushed again, hand sliding into his. God, Cain was cute when he did that. Denny led his lover down the hall, taking his time, enjoying the anticipation, letting it build. He

flipped on the bathroom light. "You can get yourself ready if you like."

"Hmm? You sure you don't want to just head on out?"

"No, darlin', I'm very sure I want to do this first." He leaned in breathed in Cain's scent. "I want to

taste your skin."

"Oh." Cain's chin lifted, throat working.

He let his fingers move just above Cain's face, feeling the heat. "You love it as much as I do," he

murmured. Cain would come to see that need, to accept it. Cain reached for his touch, stretching toward him. "Shaving first, touching second, darlin'." Cain would come to accept that as well, come to anticipate it. "Do you want me to shave myself? I will."

"No." He shook his head. "No, I'll do it."

He pushed Cain toward the can. "We need a chair just for this. Maybe after I meet your fish, we can

go shopping."

"Shopping, for something just for shaving me?"

"Yes. We need just the right chair. You need to be comfortable. It needs to be able to get wet. It

needs to be solid." He could just picture himself straddling Cain, shaving turning into fucking... "Quite solid." "I..." Cain's lips opened, those beautiful eyes wide.

"Sit, darlin'." He pushed on Cain's shoulders until the man's ass hit the toilet seat. "Why are you

always so surprised when I suggest we do something just for you? Hmm?"

"Because you just met me. Because you and I don't know each other. Because I am."

He kissed Cain softly. "You don't believe in love at first sight." Then he winked and started the hot

water.


"I never did before, no." Cain reached out, wet his hands, and ran them through his hair.

Oh, he liked that answer. "Wet your face, too, darlin'. I'll do the shaving cream though. I like the

touching."

He loved the blush, too. Adored it. God, he wanted to eat Cain up with a spoon.

Denny filled his hands with shaving cream and started massaging it over Cain's face, exploring the

increasingly familiar features. Cain's eyes closed, those long fingers sliding over his belly. He

hummed happily at the touch. Cain was growing bolder, was giving in to his wants.

"Here we go," he murmured as he picked up the razor.

"Don't cut me."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to cut you, Cain. I'm not interested in cutting you. That is not

what I get off on."

"I know that." Cain met his eyes. "I cut me sometimes. It's not hard to do."

He held Cain's eyes. "I'm not going to cut you."

"Okay." Cain nodded, staring into him. Caught.

They stayed frozen like that for a moment, and then he took a breath and started shaving Cain

again. Cain's eyes closed, the fingers on his belly sliding and stroking him, driving him crazy.

Denny moaned softly, sharpening his concentration, making sure he didn't slip, even for a second.

"Hmmm... there we go. There's my boy again." He gently wiped the excess shaving cream from

Cain's face.

"Not a boy..." Cain moaned, lips parted, begging a kiss.

"Whatever you say, darlin'." He licked Cain's chin, then sucked on it before sliding their lips

together, tongue pushing right in.

Cain whimpered, the kiss going from warm to hot in a heartbeat. Groaning, he knelt, the cold of the

porcelain bracketed by the heat of Cain's legs. The kiss went on and on, his hands sliding over Cain's head, his shoulders. Cain leaned in toward him, offering himself, so fine. So warm. He slid Cain's T-shirt up, their lips parting as he tugged it over Cain's head. "We were going to my place..." Cain pushed into his arms, back into their kiss.

He kept the kiss light, broke it off again long enough to murmur. "It'll still be there when we're

done." Then he dove back in, fingers sliding on Cain's warm, smooth body.


"Mmmhmm." Cain slipped into his lap, solid and warm and hungry.

He wrapped his arms around Cain and worked them back a little bit, hands moving on Cain's back.

The kisses flowed into each other, some hard, some soft, all needy. Cain was relaxed and easy

against him, cock throbbing, pushing against his belly. He undid Cain's jeans, letting that pretty

cock free, groaning as the tip left wet kisses on his belly.

"Want you." The touches of Cain's mouth got sharper, toothier.

Oh, yeah, that was it. Passion and need, given freely. "Right here," he muttered, his teeth clacking

against Cain's. He pushed his hands into the back of Cain's jeans, holding the man's ass and tugging

him in closer.

They found a rhythm, rocking and sliding together, just like that. He tugged at his sweats, bringing

them down far enough they were skin on skin. Oh, fuck. Yeah. Perfect.

Cain seemed to agree, nodding and groaning and rubbing up against him. The silk of Cain's prick rubbed against his own, that wonderful, smooth skin so hot and slick. "Want. Denny. Please." Cain groaned, eyes rolling.

He nodded, let one finger slide into Cain's crack, following it down to tease at the sweet little hole.

"Then take, darlin'. Come."

Cain's eyes flew open, that little hole jerking against his fingertip, come spraying over his belly.

Oh, fuck.

He hips bucked, his back arched as his own balls tightened and spunk spilled between them.

"So good." Cain sounded stunned, happy.

"Mmmhmm." He slid his hands up along Cain's back, stroking, soothing, bringing Cain slowly

down. The softest lips brushed his throat, the touch enough to make him shake. "Cain..." He

wrapped his arms around Cain's waist and just held on. "Darlin'..."

"Yeah. Yeah, Denny." Cain nodded, nuzzled into him.

He nodded. "Yeah."

Eventually the cold of the tile started seeping into his skin and he nudged Cain. "Time to get up,

darlin'."

"Yeah." Cain stood, helped him up off the floor. "You still want to see my fish?"


"Yes, I do." He wanted to see how Cain lived, see how hard it was going to be to pry the man out of the place. He bumped their hips together and kissed Cain softly. "I want to see everything you have to show me." "There's not much. A little apartment. Art supplies. Fish."

Excellent. Sounded like an easy move. "Bettas, you said?" He helped Cain tug up his jeans and

pulled Cain’s T-shirt back on. "I'm looking forward to seeing them. Seeing the apartment." He

grinned. "After all, darlin', I've showed you mine."

"Yeah." Cain chuckled, blushed, and reached for him. "You have."

"Mmm. I could show you again if you wanted..."

"Denny..." He loved that look, so shy, so needy.

"Yeah, darlin'?" He reached up, stroking Cain's soft, smooth cheeks. "Anything you want."

"We could go back to bed for a few hours..."

"Oh, we most certainly could."

He leaned in and licked Cain's lips, still jonesing on the way those sweet lips parted for him

whenever he did that.

Then he took Cain's hand and led him back to his bedroom.

***

"Come on in. The futon is comfortable." God, it was almost dark and they'd just gotten over to his

place. Denny was altogether too convincing for his own good. Still. He could feed the fish, check

his messages. Get the mail. All that stuff that reminded him that he was an adult and couldn't just

stop living and go play.

"Gonna give me the penny tour, darlin'?" Denny's voice just slid over him like a touch, soft and

sure and there.

"Sure." He flicked on the little floor lamp, showing off the dark red futon, the big block of wood

that was his coffee table. It wasn't much, but his paintings and drawings covered the walls - comics

and pop art, bright colors and action. He loved it.

"Oh, wow, darlin'! Just look at all this." Denny wasn't looking at the furniture, not at all. "Is this

yours?" Denny made a beeline for the nearest wall and started really looking.

"Yeah. Yeah, they're mine." He went over and fed the fish.


Denny was still caught up looking at the artwork on the walls. "Cain, these are wonderful. Why

aren't you doing comic books?"

"Because it takes time to make a name." And it took courage and was a risk and he wasn't good at

taking those.

"Are you working on some then? Do you do the storylines yourself or have you got a writing partner?" Denny finally left the walls, coming to wrap around him from behind. "Oh, hey, there's your fish. What's their names?" "Dick, Roger, Bruno, and Franklin. Sam and Giorgio died last year."

A writing partner? Once maybe, in college.

"They're very beautiful." One of Denny's hands worked its way under his T-shirt, fingers warm as

they slid on his skin. "Are you going to let me see your comics?"

"I --No. They aren't much. They're packed away."

"If they're anything like the art on the walls they're a lot more than ‘not much’, darlin'. I'd like to

see them sometime." Denny's lips slid on his neck, tongue coming out now and then to leave hot, wet kisses. Oh. Warm. His head fell forward, his hand stopped halfway on the way to check his messages. Those lips traveled over his skin, moving up to lick and suck at his jaw, special attention paid to the hickey right there beneath his cheek. "How comfortable is that futon?" "I like it. A lot." He'd never made out on it, though.

"Show me," murmured Denny, hand sliding up and over one of his nipples.

"I..." He shorted out a little, belly tight as a board.

Denny murmured, fingers coming back to play with his nipple, moving over it again and again,

rubbing circles around it. They started shuffling, oh so slowly, over toward his futon, Denny nibbling his face and touching him and shorting him out even more. They managed to plop on the futon, bouncing just a little. "It is comfortable," Denny murmured. "Lets see if it holds up." Denny turned him, took his mouth.

Cain chuckled, tickled down deep. That futon might not survive their kisses.

Denny licked and nibbled at his lips. "I do love that sound, darlin'."


"Hmm?" His hands tangled in Denny's hair, stroking the heavy mass.

"Your laughter -- I get the feeling you don't do that nearly often enough." Denny nuzzled against

his touch, fingers pushing his shirt up, then playing over his skin.

"I hadn't." Not until Denny'd found him.

"That's a shame, darlin'." And just like that the sliding fingers turned into his skin, digging into his

ribs.

His laughter rang out, the tickling making him twist and cry out. Denny laughed with him, the

sound deeper, but so happy. They nearly took a header off the futon and Denny's fingers slowed

their attack, rubbed soothingly instead as they chuckled and gasped for breath.

God, he thought Denny was something. Something special. "Feels good."

"It does. Almost as good as making love." Denny's eyes were twinkling and warm at the same time,

nose rubbing against his before their lips met again in a lingering kiss.

"Almost." Cain melted, relaxing under Denny's weight.

Humming, Denny deepened the kiss slowly, fingers starting to dance again, only this time they

weren't trying to tickle, not at all. That felt so good, soothing him, easing him deep down. Thumbs

pressing against his nipples, Denny's hands slid over his chest, the smooth skin so sensitive.

His nipples drew up tight, aching just a little, the skin almost bruised from the attention Denny had

given them. Groaning, Denny deepened the kiss, hips starting to move, rubbing the hard bulge in

Denny's pants in little circles against him.

"Good. Feels good." His voice echoed here like it didn't at Denny's.

"Gonna make it smell good in here," murmured Denny. "Gonna make it smell like us. Yeah,

darling'?"

"Yeah." He loved that, the way Denny called him darlin'. "Please."

"Anything you want." Denny's mouth met his again, fingers skimming down to push into his jeans.

So wild, the way Denny made him feel. So sexual. "Love the smooth." Denny's fingers wrapped

around his prick, knuckles sliding against his pubic bone while Denny awkwardly stroked him.

One of Denny's legs pushed between his. He spread a little, let Denny in. The tingles that touch sent

through him just made him shudder. Denny hummed, the fingers of his free hand undoing the

button on Cain's jeans, tugging down the zipper, giving that other hand more room to jack him off.

"I --Oh, Denny." He spread wider, balls drawing up.


"Wait for me, darlin'. You need to wait." Denny tugged his jeans down to just past his hips, and took his own down as well, sliding their cocks together. He could feel every hair around Denny's prick, feel it catching on his own smooth skin. "Oh. Oh, Denny. I..." His eyes rolled, hips bucking. "Right here, darlin', right here." Denny's hips drove against his, body grinding down into his, so

big, so good.

"Right... Right here. Denny..." He needed to. He needed. Now.

Denny rubbed their cheeks together, fingers rolling his balls, sliding behind them. Cain jerked,

coming so hard the world grayed about the edges.

Denny kept moving, fingers sliding along his crack as Denny's hot prick rubbed against his skin.

"Darlin'... oh. Cain."

"Uh-huh..." He was still too caught in his orgasm to worry about that touch.

He shivered, lips brushing along Denny's shoulder.

Denny rested on him, heavy and warm. "Oh, you do feel good, darlin'. I don't think I'll be ready to

give you up anytime soon."

"Promise?" The word felt like it was weighted with meaning.

Denny raised his head a little, met his eyes, no smile, just a steady gaze. "Promise."

"Oh." His hand cupped Denny's jaw. "Good."

Good, because he was utterly fucked otherwise.

End.


Cherry Sours Copyright © 2007 by Sean Michael All rights reserved. No part of this eBook may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. For information address Torquere Press, Inc., PO Box 2545, Round Rock, TX 78680 ISBN-13: 978-1-60370-057-3 ISBN-10: 1-60370-057-9 Printed in the United States of America. Torquere Press, Inc.: Single Shot electronic edition / June 2007 Torquere Press eBooks are published by Torquere Press, Inc., PO Box 2545, Round Rock, TX 78680


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