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James' POV

The second his dick hit the back of my throat, I gagged.

Not one to be easily discouraged, I tried it again and had to jerk back for the second time because my goddamn gag reflex was fucking with me.

This wasn't going as I'd planned...not that I'd planned any of this, but still. I was used to being good at things. I was the guy who could watch a Youtube video for ten minutes and then fix whatever it was I needed to fix. I'd been blown too many times to count. I should've known that shit.

I tried again, but his dick was pretty fucking wide, and the back of my throat didn't seem to like it very much, which really just pissed me off.

Kendall really needed to stop being better than I was at things.

I focused on his cock because it was easier than letting myself really think about what we were doing. That I was on my knees for a guy I literally just met yesterday and trying like hell to give head better than he could.

He tasted like salt and smelled like musk, which actually made my cock perk up even more. This whole situation was crazy, but I liked crazy, and I figured I'd sort through it later.

When I tried to suck Kendall again, he grabbed the sides of my face, tilted my head up, and said, "Don't take me so deep. Just lick me. Suck the head. Only go as far as you can before you gag. It'll still feel good."

"I know what I'm doing." I argued, but obviously I didn't.

Why did it bother me so much when Kendall got the best of me? It wasn't like this with anyone else, but I'd also never been in the situations I'd been in with Kendall during the past twenty-four hours with anyone else.

And had it really only been a fucking day?

I sucked the head of his dick into my mouth. Ran my tongue up and down the length before pulling his cock between my lips again. Not because he told me to, but because I knew this felt good as well.

He groaned, and his hand fisted in my hair, which got me even more excited. I wanted to blow his fucking mind because he'd been doing it to me in one way or another from the moment we met.

I used my hand to help me, stroking him as I sucked. His moans got louder.

"Fuck yes, James. You got this."

"As if there was ever any doubt." I said before down on him again. So I didn't have magic deep throat abilities like he did, but I wasn't shit at this either.

I figured some kind of crazy thoughts would slam into my brain at any moment-confusion, fear, anything like that, but it just felt like sex and I really fucking loved sex, so I kept going.

I continued to alternate between sucking and licking his length, and it was only a matter of time before his hand tightened in my hair as he said, "Unless you want a mouthful, you better stop."

Okay...yeah, I thought now was a good time to pull off.

"No come-eating for you?" He teased.

"Not on the first date." I winked.

He laughed, and Christ, he was really fun.

I shoved to my feet, and we collided-our mouths and hands attacking each other like we were starving.

His fingers were rough and his body was hard and so damn different from a woman's.

He grabbed my ass and teased my crack, which made the first stab of hesitance pierce me.

"I think that's going to have to be a do not enter zone for tonight." I said as I kissed my way down his neck.

"Aww, where's the fun in that? I didn't think James Diamond was afraid of anything."

"Not afraid." I bit his neck and felt him shudder. "Just not that gay yet."

"I didn't think you were gay at all."

"This feels pretty gay."

"Shut up and make me come." He said.

"You're lucky I want to give you an orgasm. Otherwise I'd stop just because you're being bossy."

"Oh, tough straight guy can't handle being told what to do?"

"Shut up." I told him before kissed him again. Our teeth clanked together and our tongues tangled as we both struggled for dominance. We were frantically stepping out of our shoes and jerking our pants and underwear off.

Kendall shoved at me, started walking forward which put me walking backward. He nipped at my lip and this time it was me who ran my finger down his ass crack.

"I think that's going to have to be a do not enter zone for tonight." He tossed back at me.

"Well, that hardly seems fair."

"You said it to me first."

"But I'm the newbie."

"Thank you for admitting that." He gave me a cocky grin.

"Fucker."

"I'm teasing you."

It was then I realized he'd backed me up to the couch. This was so strange-this whole dynamic of being with him, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit it was also fun as hell.

He pushed me down, but I wasn't going without him, so I pulled him with me. That put Kendall on top of me as we lay on the couch.

"I get to top?" He teased.

"Just for a minute."

I wanted his taste on my tongue again. Wanted to devour his mouth, so I took it. The kiss was frenzied and hungry and rough. There was something so primal about it that made my dick ache.

Kendall thrust his dick against mine and I realized that felt pretty fucking good.

"Christ, do that again."

So he did. It felt a whole lot better than I thought it would.

"Spit in your hand and wrap it around both of us." He told me.

I was way too amped and and turned on to call him on his bossiness. I spit in my hand and wrapped it around our dicks just as Kendall started to thrust into my fist. His hard cock rubbed against mine with this delicious friction that made my head spin.

The alcohol couldn't have contributed to that, too.

He fucked my hand as I jerked us, and then he was kissing me again. His tongue swept my mouth and I felt warmth rush over me and…

"Fuck...Holy fucking shit, I'm about to blow my load."

"Do it. Give it to me, James."

Those words pushed me over the edge. Just as my orgasm slammed into me, I pulled my shirt up and my release shot up my chest. Kendall thrust again and then I watched as his orgasm hit, his release joining mine on my stomach.

Before I could think about anything, he was climbing down my body and the motherfucker started licking up the mess. My dick twitched, and holy fucking shit, that was hot.

Kendall looked up at me and grinned before he finished cleaning our come off my stomach and I swear to God, it was the hottest damn thing I'd ever seen.

I sort of felt like he'd just one-upped me again, but I was sated and had just come so I didn't give a shit.

He fell back against the other end of the couch so our legs were tangled and we each leaned against one of the arms. We were quiet for a moment, and that's when the knowledge of what I'd done just slammed into me.

I didn't feel regret really...Confusion maybe? Surprise?

"Second thoughts?" He asked.

"Not sure."

"You know, there are a lot more options than straight and gay out there. Remember, I'm bi."

Obviously, I knew that, and…

"I let a guy blow me once in college."

Kendall's eyes went wide but I continued.

"We didn't kiss or anything. I didn't touch him. We were drunk and he wanted to suck my dick, so I let him."

He rolled his eyes. "Well, that was fucking nice of you. Letting the poor gay guy suck your dick."

He tried to get up, but I grasped his wrist and didn't let him.

"I didn't mean it like that." I was fucking this up. Something about Kendall always made me feel off-kilter and like I was playing catch-up. As though I was one step behind when I was used to leading the pack.

"I'm not trying to be an asshole. I'm just sorting through my thoughts. And it wasn't as if I was against the idea of touching the college guy, but he didn't seem to want it, so I didn't push it."

Kendall nodded and sat back down. I exhaled a confusing breath because even though I hadn't known Kendall long, I didn't want him angry at me, and I usually didn't give a shit about stuff like that.

"I also used to know this guy who liked being watched. He and his girlfriend both did, and I watched them once. She wasn't the only one I was paying attention to."

I was trying to make sense of it all because I wanted Kendall, wanted him so fucking badly and yeah, part of it was likely because of the intrigue, of the fact that he always one-upped me, but the rest was desire, plain and simple.

"I didn't consider either situation a big deal, you know? I didn't think they meant anything. I mean, one was head, and who the fuck didn't want head? And the other there was a woman involved, so yeah, I assumed that's why I enjoyed it so much, but there was no woman here, and I sure as shit wanted to touch you."

Kendall sighed, but also looked as though he understood my confusion.

"So you're bi. That's not a bad thing."

"I'm not saying it is. I just...shouldn't I have known? I mean, shouldn't I have been spending my life boning both men and women if I was bi? Or at least wouldn't I have noticed I was attracted to men?"

I didn't like being confused, didn't like not having the answers. I spent my whole life trying to succeed, trying to be confident so I could prove I was really something, to prove to my grandmother I was worthy. I'd always thought I knew who I was.

"I don't know. I guess it's different for everyone. I've always been more attracted to guys than girls...and maybe you've just always been more attracted to girls than guys. Who knows? There's no one-step guide to figuring out your sexuality. Life doesn't work that way."

I wanted it to. "Maybe I should write one, then."

He laughed and I laughed, which made some of the tension ease out of my chest.

"I thought I was going to fuck you." I admitted.

"I thought I was going to let you, but then I worried about you being able to keep up, it being your first time with a man and all. I'm really fucking good."

"Fuck you. I'm really fucking good, too. I would have owned your ass." He shrugged, and we were both quiet before I said, "I think maybe I should go."

"I think that might be a good idea." He replied.

I gathered my clothes, and as I put them on, Kendall pulled on his underwear. He watched me, and I realized I liked his eyes on me. I always liked eyes on me though, so was that really something new? I didn't know.

Once I was dressed, I slipped a card onto his table. Kendall walked me to the door. That was typically where I said goodbye and most of the time, never saw the person again. Or if I did, it was on a friendship level and nothing more.

The thing was, I hadn't gotten Kendall out of my system yet. I still hadn't figured the crazy bastard out, and I didn't think I could walk away before I did.

I pulled him close and took his mouth again. He let me, and I slipped my tongue between his lips and wished he was on his knees for me again. Or that I was on my knees for him.

When we pulled away, I stepped out of the door, walked backward down the hallway and said, "Next time, I think I want to try fucking."

"Who said there will be a next time?" He called back.

"Oh, there will be a next time." He could count on it.

With that, I turned and walked away.

Kendall's POV

"Listen to me, Jett." I said, taking a sip of my cocktail before setting it back down on the bar. "You're going to have to step up your game."

"What are you talking about? We're rebranding the entire line. New labels. New artwork. That is stepping it up."

Jett and I worked for the same marketing firm, with him handing the East Coast division. Since he was in town for the week for one of our annual meetings, he asked if he could run an issue by me.

We met at a local bar, where he filled me in on the details about his client, a manufacturer that distributed to several major grocery store retailers. They were interested in rebranding a line of organic chocolate bars since sales hadn't taken off after the launch. And being somewhat of a marketing genius myself, I was more than willing to meet with him to give him some advice.

"No, I'm telling you, you can't just tweak anything. Customers will see right through that. No one wants something that looks like a product they weren't interested in. Listen to me. I had a very similar issue come up last year. These guys were peddling jam-same organic market we're talking about right now. They couldn't get the product to sell at all, so what did we do?"

"I assume that's a rhetorical question."

"Yes, that's a fuckng rhetorical question, Jett. Come on. Just follow me here. We changed their round jars to square jars, completely redid the label. Hell, we even had an old lady to dress up like a farmer, slapped those on new jars. You wouldn't recognize it from the original."

"Where the fuck did you get the old lady idea from?"

"That's what was taking off last year with jam for some reason. I don't fucking know why. I'm not a psychic. We can't decide was people like. We can just figure it out as fast as we can and kick our asses to give it to them."

"The sort of rebranding you're talking about is a pretty big investment."

"No. The investment has already been made. What we're talking about here is not just recoupling your losses, but making a substantial profit off it as well. I'm telling you, it's worth every penny. Sit down with your client, tell them what I just said with the same confidence, and they'll make the right decision."

"Okay, okay, so I'll pitch this to them and see what they say." Jett said, submitting. Jett was always one to be eager to submit...in and out of the bedroom.

"Talk it over with your logistics department. See what you can get done. Feel free to email me to bounce off ideas, but you know I'm never wrong about this stuff."

But sometimes I was.

I was so wrong about James fucking Diamond. So much for Straighty. I'd always been pretty confident with my gaydar, pretty sure I could spot a gay guy from a mile away, but he certainly shook my initial thoughts...and then made my body tremble with how he worked my cock.

Not to mention how hot it was to come together. It wasn't even anal, but it was one of the hottest experiences I'd ever had in my life. And since then, I hadn't been able to get James out of my head.

God knew I'd tried. I'd had enough hookups in my life to be able to just walk the fuck away, but damned if every five minutes I wasn't thinking about his drive and ambition as he tried to deep throat my dick.

Even as I thought about it briefly at the bar, I got a semi. And I couldn't help but imagine James sliding it in, working it, trying to get better, trying to please me...and then me wanting to please him.

I took a big gulp of my cocktail, hoping a stiff drink would help me push James out of my thoughts, but if it hadn't happened the past few days, I figured it wasn't going to happen because of a martini.

Jett leaned toward me. "So what do you say we get out of here?"

"Where do you want to go? I'm not going to another karaoke bar with you, that's for sure."

"Fuck no to karaoke. And that was one time. I was thinking maybe we could go back to your place."

He set his hand on my leg and glanced at what was clearly one hell of a boner in my pants, which shifted because of his touch.

He couldn't know it hadn't popped up because of him. He didn't have those full lips like James...or that fucking cocky expression that-arrogant as it was-couldn't have been hotter on a guy. Or at least, it wasn't quite as appealing on him as it was in James.

I set my hand on his. "Was this entire meeting just so you could get laid tonight? Or were you actually interested in talking shop?"

"A little bit of both?" He said, a mischievous look in his eyes.

I chuckled. "You really fucking wasted my time with that talk about organic chocolate bars?"

"Oh, no. I really did need that advice, and I'll use it for sure. I was just...hoping that wouldn't be the only thing you bossed me around about."

Being that I had a boner and was hard as fuck, thanks to a not-so-straight guy who left the ball in my court, I felt like fucking around with Jett would be the perfect opportunity to get James Diamond out of my head. And I needed to get off since Straighty had left me blue-balling all week.

Of course, if I'd wanted to get with him again, I had my chance.

James had cleverly left behind a business card at my place. I'd wondered at first what he'd meant about us getting together again since I didn't have his number, but when I found the card, I knew he was expecting me to reach out, but I'd resisted.

What if he regretted messing around with me? What if the moment he'd gotten home, he'd freaked out about messing around with a guy? Although the way he talked about the guy in college made me think he was at least a little comfortable with the idea. But obviously there were things he was confused about.

He asked some questions, but not nearly enough considering everything that must have been going through his head in that moment. And I had to admit I was a little freaked out since I wasn't sure I wanted to be the one who helped him come to any bizarre realizations about his sexuality.

I pulled my thoughts away from James and back to Jett.

"Yeah, I think that'd be a good idea." I said. "Why don't we head to my place?"

Jett smiled, and I could see the eagerness in his expression.

"Sounds good. Let me go to the restroom real quick, and I'll be right back."

"Perfect. I've got to finish my cocktail anyway."

"And I'll finish off your cock as soon as we get out of here."

I rolled my eyes, but as he headed to the restroom, disappointment raced through me.

I didn't want to have sex with Jett. I wanted another experience with James-another chance to be pressed up against his hot body, to feel him, to go so much further than we did before.

I knew I could have texted him, but considering how he left that card and how confident he was that we'd mess around again, I desperately wanted to prove him wrong.

He seemed like the kind of guy who liked to win, but I was the same way, so I didn't want to wind up being the one losing to his arrogant ass...his hot, arrogant ass.

I retrieved the card from my wallet, assessing it: James Diamond, Principal Architect at Spectrum Partners, LLC.

The card was made from thick plastic stock. I figured a bunch of these must've cost him a pretty penny, but they were impressive as hell, and he was clearly a guy who liked to impress.

I figured you'd show up at my door again, I texted him, not bothering to tell him who it was since I figured he'd know.

The moment I hit send, I regretted it.

What the fuck could have possessed me? I'd done such a good job of restraining myself all week, and then I totally caved because I talked myself into sending some dumbass text?

That wasn't me. I wasn't that guy who was desperate and needed to work up something with anyone who wasn't interested. Hell, Jett was in the restroom, about to come back out, and that was a guy who was willing to work it in the bedroom, who would do anything and any position and beg for it.

What reason did I have to keep thinking about James? Although I knew part of it probably had to do with the fact that after what we shared, he could just go MIA on me.

My phone buzzed, and I saw he was calling-fucking calling?

I wasn't going to answer that. Nope, absolutely not. That was where I drew line. I could imagine him bragging about how he was right about me wanted to get together again, but then I kind of wanted to hear him be a little proud of himself.

I hated to admit it, but something about his attitude was so damn charming and attractive...Got me stiff as fuck.

"What took you so long?" He asked after I answered.

"I was kinda waiting for you to swing by my place, demanding another go."

"If you'd waited a little longer, that's probably what would have happened."

"And if I'd told you to go fuck yourself?"

"I would have asked if you'd care to join me, and you would have."

I couldn't stifle my laugh. "Well, I guess you didn't want it that bad if you weren't trying to hunt me down."

"I have an impressive amount of willpower. Are you impressed?"

"You are so full of yourself."

It drove me crazy...because it was as hot as rubbing our cocks together and seeing his warm load shoot across his body-and lapping it up right off his chest.

"Your timing's just right, though." He said. "Weekend just started. I don't have any plans."

"What if I do? Maybe I'm about to be balls-deep in a guy."

"Come out with me instead."

"You want me to give up a sure thing so I can go hang with you?"

"I told you it'd happen again, so I'm technically a sure thing, but if this guy blows you better, have fun."

"No, no." I said quickly...far too quickly, as indicated by his guttural chuckle on the other end of the phone.

"That's what I figured."

There was this part of me that knew I should just bail...blow him off.

Hell, we could always meet another night, but James had me on edge. There was something about him, and I didn't know what possessed me, but I wanted to figure it out. And I knew if I went home with Jett, I'd only be thinking about James the whole time.

"Where do you want to meet?" I asked.

"Not in a cemetery, that's for damned sure. But I have a place in mind."

"And where is this place?"

"I'll text it to you and see you there in, say, thirty minutes?"

"Sounds like a plan to me."

After I hung up with James, Jett came out of the restroom.

"You ready to get out of here?" He asked.

"Actually, I think I'm gonna have to bail this time around. Do you mind?"

He shrugged. "Of course not. I can get laid another night, no problem. I just hope, for your sake, whoever you're hooking up with will be way better than I am." He joked.

I laughed. Although Jett couldn't understand that even what James and I shared so far was better than any of the sex I'd had with anyone-and I'd had enough of it to know better than to give up an opportunity to experience that chemistry again.

Done! So...yeah. Gotta love Kames. Any guesses as to where James is taking Kendall? :P

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