CHAPTER FOUR

Dean was watching from the window and came out before I reached the van. He wore black jeans and a green shirt that brought out the colour in his eyes.

"I'm sorry I'm late," I said.

"It's okay. I thought you must have been busy."

"I was. The time got away from me. I would've sent you a text, but I don't have your number. The gym owner sent me the contract. Took me a while to read through it all on my phone. It's all signed and sealed now."

"Congratulations."

"Thanks."

We began to walk to Salt, not talking as we made the short journey to the restaurant. A young guy was playing pool by himself and his face lit up the minute he saw Dean. I guessed this was Ryder.

"Dean! Hey!" He exclaimed. "You want to have a game?"

"Not now; another time." Dean glanced at me. "Ryder, this is Heath Braxton."

"Oh! Hey. Nice to meet you." Ryder politely offered his hand for me to shake and I shook quickly. "You're new around here?"

"Yeah." I glanced at the doors leading to the gym, feeling a swell of pride. "I just bought the gym."

"Wow! That's cool. You look like you, um, work out." Ryder glanced at my shirt, tight around my biceps and across my chest, then flushed scarlet. "Sorry. I didn't mean… I'm not, um… sorry."

I chuckled. "Don't worry about it, kid. See you around."

I steered Dean towards the stairs, casually resting my hand on his back for a second. He grinned sideways at me and headed up the stairs. Ryder gawked, eyes wide. I followed a few steps behind, my eyes on a level with Dean's arse, admiring the tight glutes inside his trousers. Damn. I could no longer think of a reason why I was keeping my distance. I had to get my hands on him and soon.

Dean and I took a corner table at the far end of the room from the bar. Brody Morgan was behind the bar and a server came over to us with some menus. I asked for two beers and passed Dean one of the menus. When the server returned with the drinks, we'd both decided on steak. Dean requested his well done, the same way I ate mine.

"Brax eats his rare," I commented. "He says my name should be changed to Heathen for cremating perfectly good meat."

Dean laughed, and his eyes sparkled. God, I wanted to touch him. Even if it was just his hand. Anything. My cock lengthened, and I shuffled in my seat, reluctant to put my hand under the table and make it obvious I was adjusting myself. Dean's gaze heated, and I wondered if the expression on my face was giving me away.

What the hell. I slid my hand under the table, but instead of adjusting my half erection, I rested my palm on his thigh. His eyes widened, and his lips parted. I stared at his mouth and licked my lower lip. He sucked in a breath, his thigh quivering under my hand. I squeezed firmly and edged my hand higher.

"Don't," he whispered.

I snatched my hand back and placed it on the table top, confused. "I'm sorry."

He leaned closer to speak directly into my ear. "Don't tease when we've still gotta eat dinner. I'm so fucking hard."

I grinned and moved my head just enough to brush my jaw against his, grazing his skin with my scruff. His breath huffed out and the hand not holding his beer bottle clenched into a fist. I wished we'd ordered pizza to go. His words had made my half hard cock stiffen fully so it strained against my fly. I turned my head a little the other way and pressed my mouth to his ear. "I'm gonna make you come so hard later."

A soft whimper escaped Dean's lips, and he pulled away, his eyes hot, pupils dilated. I was well aware we were drawing attention to ourselves, but I couldn't help it. I edged my hand closer to his and stroked the inside of his wrist with one finger, feeling the rapid pulse.

"Heath," he breathed.

"I know."

"I didn't think you'd want…" He gulped and dropped his gaze.

"I didn't want to rush in before I thought about things," I whispered. I gave his wrist a gentle squeeze and moved my hand away. Christ, it was going to be tough getting through the meal when all I could think about was taking his clothes off and doing everything I'd ached to do all those years ago and knew I couldn't.

We ate slowly, enjoying the steak, chips, and salad and a couple more beers. When we finished eating, Dean went to the bar to pay for the meal as he'd promised. I got up and casually stuck my hands in my pockets to disguise my erection as I headed for the door. Dean caught me up on the stairs and we walked down and left the building.

Outside it was dark, the moon hiding in the clouds and shedding no light on the way back to the caravan park. I glanced around us and found no one in sight. I caught Dean's arm and pulled him to a halt before we reached the vans. We were only a couple of hundred metres from them, but I couldn't even wait that long.

I lifted my other hand to his face, gripped his chin, and brought my mouth down on his in a hard kiss. His lips parted, and he kissed back, hot and hard, his tongue emerging to meet mine. I groaned and pulled back to draw a breath, then went back in harder, crushing his lips. He whined and slid an arm around my neck, bringing his body against mine. He was as hard as I was, and our groins rubbed together, giving each other a little but not quite enough friction. I moaned in frustration and broke the kiss again. "Your place or mine?"

"I don't care."

"Mine's nearer." I pulled out my key and we began to walk the incredibly long two hundred metres to my van on the nearest edge of the park. When we reached the van, I shoved my key at the lock upside down and swore, hand trembling as I turned it the other way up. Dean huffed out a laugh as the key finally slid home and turned. I stumbled up the steps and stepped aside to let him in. He shoved the door closed behind him, gripped my neck with both hands, and reconnected our lips.

I'd never kissed him, not even that night when he'd been so desperate for something to happen. I'd wanted to and told myself it would be wrong, even though I'd gone ahead and touched him anyway. Now I couldn't get enough. I fucked his mouth with my tongue, backing him towards the bed as I fumbled with his shirt buttons and wondered what the hell had possessed him to wear a button-down when a T-shirt was so much easier to get off. The back of his legs bumped against the bed and he took one hand off my neck to brace it against the wall as his balance wavered. I wrapped an arm around his waist to support him and wedged a thigh between his legs. He tore his lips from mine and sucked in a breath, then finished unfastening the shirt and shrugged it off. When he began to attack my shirt buttons, I slid a hand between us and released my belt buckle, then my fly. I moved my legs again and my trousers slid down to my ankles, the head of my cock forcing its way out of the top of my briefs.

Half laughing, I toed off my shoes and struggled to kick the trousers off my legs, while Dean pushed my shirt off my shoulders and tugged at one of the cuffs to get it off my hand. I gave up on his fly and freed myself from the shirt cuffs, my trousers, and my underwear, while he wriggled out of his jeans and boxers. Socks followed, disappearing into the dark as we tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.

"God, Dean," I groaned. Finally, there was nothing to stop us – not his age, or my guilt, or anything else. I pulled him into another kiss and pushed his thighs apart with my knees. He slid both arms around me, holding on tight as our dicks rubbed together, my hips jerking awkwardly as I bucked against him. Complete lack of finesse brought on by desperation.

I forced myself to regain control of myself and think about what I wanted from this. A quick, frantic jerk-off session? No, I wanted to give him something to remember. I broke the kiss and lifted myself off him, lowering my head to nibble the side of his neck and his collar bone. He squirmed and shivered, arching his neck. I traced a line over his left pec to his nipple and sank my teeth in, soothing the bite with my tongue when he hissed and writhed, nails digging into the back of my neck. He breathed fast and unevenly, body trembling, his dick leaking pre-come onto his belly. I worked my way lower, licking into his navel and teasing a few soft brown hairs, sticky with his fluid.

"Heath… fuck…" he moaned. "Jesus, I'm not gonna last."

I chuckled. "We've got plenty of time." I extended my tongue and licked over the head of his cock, humming at the taste. I sucked him into my mouth and swallowed around the head, then drew him in deeper. He swore and wriggled, stretching his arms out to find something, anything to grab onto. One hand knocked a bunch of things off the cabinet beside the bed, and he clutched at the wardrobe door handle with the other. He was right – he wasn't going to last. His balls were tight against his body, his dick thickening as his orgasm approached. I released him for a second, wet my fingers with saliva and pre-come, then drew him back into my mouth. As I sucked him and squeezed his balls with the other hand, I stroked slick fingers back towards his hole and circled it, teasing and lightly pressing until the tip of one finger pressed in.

"Yeah," he gasped. "More."

I slid my finger deeper, my cock jerking under me at the feel of his tight heat gripping me. Fucking him was going to feel incredible, even with a desensitising condom on. I'd never actually fucked a man. Wanted to, but despite my history of one-nighters, I hadn't wanted to fuck a guy I didn't know. The few I'd been with had been happy with sucking and finger-fucking.

I pulled my finger out and went back in with two, curling them upwards to search for his prostate. I knew it was there – I'd found my own a few times, somewhat clumsily. Dean's hips jerked and he clenched around my fingers as his dick pushed deeper into my throat. He came hard, smothering a yell of pleasure with his fist. I swallowed and sucked harder, drawing the last of it out of him until he whined in protest, over-sensitive. Grinning, I released him and licked my lips. "Yeah, that was faster even than last time," I teased.

"Fuck off," he panted. "And do you remember what you said to me when you came in my hand and I licked it?"

"Fuck," I muttered.

"It's okay. I would have told you if there were any issues. I've never fucked without a condom and I got tested after the last time. All clear."

"Good. Me too. I'm sorry about that." I shook my head, irritated with myself. My dick throbbed between my thighs and reminded me it hadn't had any attention so far. I reached over to the cabinet and opened the top drawer to find lube and a condom, thanking God I had both. I'd stocked up before I even left the city, knowing I'd need them. I liked lube for jerking off and the occasional exploration of my own arse.

I ripped open a condom packet and rolled it on, resisting the urge to stroke myself. I'd come too fast as it was. I squeezed out plenty of lube and coated myself. He was tight, but I guessed he's stretch around me. My fingers fitted easily enough. I shuffled closer, still on my knees, and tucked my hands under his arse to lift him so I could line myself up. Dean looked up at me in the dim light coming from a distance park light. Suddenly he was perfectly still, hands resting on the mattress either side of him, his dick was still hard, twitching against his abs.

I gripped the base of my erection and guided myself, but as I pushed the head in, Dean stiffened and flinched, eyes widening.

"Relax," I said softly. "Been a while, has it?"

"I…" He licked his lips.

Alarm filled me. We hadn't even had this discussion. This was my first time at the grand old age of thirty-one, so why would I assume he'd already had anal sex? "You have done this before?"

"Heath, I…"

"Shit." Carefully, I pulled out. I should have checked; been more careful; taken more time. "Why didn't you tell me? I could have hurt you."

"I don't know." He shifted his gaze away from mine, and his cock softened. "I thought it'd be okay. I have done it, but I topped."

"Fuck," I said under my breath. I lay down beside him, head propped up on my hand, and rested my hand on his chest. His heart was racing, and his body trembled slightly. "You should have told me. I haven't done it either."

"Seriously?" He turned his head to face me again.

"Yeah. Plenty of fooling around, but I didn't want to fuck some random stranger, contrary to popular belief." I smiled. "Are you sure you want this? You said you topped before. Do you want to do it that way?"

Dean's eyes widened almost comically. "You'd let me fuck you?"

"If it's what you want."

He paused, then shook his head. "I want you in me. I always did. I think that's why I never let anyone else do it."

"Then we'll take our time." I leaned closer and brushed my lips against his. "If you want to stop, tell me."

He grinned. "You always took care of me. Even when I was a stupid kid."

"You were never stupid." I pulled away quickly. Suddenly things were getting way too intense. I didn't know what I'd expected this to turn into, but I hadn't expected the strong tug on my heart strings as I looked into his eyes. From the expression on his face, he knew exactly what I was feeling.