CHAPTER 3 – Waking Up Next to a Naked Man

The next morning

Waking up next to a naked man in his bed the next morning was a hell of a surprise.

It wasn't so much that the guy was naked, or that he was a man – and, from what Tony could see in the dim early morning light, a damned fine-looking man – but that he had no recollection of how the guy had ended up in his bed. Or who he was. In fact, for a moment, he couldn't even remember what had led up to this, ending up sleeping together. Had there been drinking? Maybe some dancing? It was all so fuzzy and his head was killing him. So… it was a yes to the drinking, Tony thought.

He lay still and watched the rise and fall of the man's chest. The sound of mild snoring emanated from his parted lips. Nice lips. The sheet and blankets had been pushed down, despite it being mid-December, exposing a smooth, well-muscled chest with flat brown nipples, washboard abs and a dark penis resting on a hairy, muscular thigh. "Jesus," Tony whispered. Whoever this guy was, he was fucking hot.

Tony felt his face growing hot, and when his dick started to perk up with interest, he squeezed the base of his shaft, trying to discourage it from becoming a full-fledged boner. His efforts didn't have much of an effect, and although he could take matters into his own hands, he really didn't want the guy to wake up and find him jerking off. He had to go take care of this. In the shower, that would be good. Tony was about to slip out of bed and retreat to the bathroom when the sleeping man let out a soft moan and turned his head on the pillow.

Before Tony could get out of bed, the man's eyes flickered open, and Tony found himself staring into a pair of warm brown eyes framed by long curly lashes. Tony swallowed and said awkwardly, "Uh…hi. Morning." And then he suddenly remembered the man's name. "Miguel," he added belatedly. Apart from the name, he didn't remember much else about the man except that he was a very sexy dancer and… a great kisser… and...

Miguel's face lit up in a smile, and a second later, his mouth was on Tony's, giving him a deep, delicious kiss. Oh yeah, a great kisser. Without breaking the kiss, Miguel rolled Tony onto his back. Their bodies were pressed together, and Miguel's hands were roving across Tony's chest, pinching his nipples, caressing his thighs, reaching behind to grab his ass. Talk about going from zero to sixty. Loving the handsy treatment, Tony moaned and thought, 'Hell, he can do whatever he wants to do with me.' There was something about being overpowered by a man that turned Tony on, and he wanted more of it, a lot more.

Before he could ask, Miguel took his wrists in a firm grip and pushed them into the mattress. Tony squirmed, panting while his lover mouthed his neck, licking and sucking, before moving on to tease and nip at his nipples. A few minutes of that and Tony's dick was hard and weeping, and he was gasping, "Please, please!"

"What d'you want?" Miguel asked teasingly, adding pressure to his restrained wrists.

"God, I need… need to…" Tony was breathing hard, unable to get the words out. He thrust his hips up, grinding against Miguel's hot body, trying to get some friction on his cock. It wasn't enough; he needed more. He strained to escape the hold on his wrists, but the man's grip was like iron. Somehow Tony knew that if he asked to be released – did they even have a safe word? – Miguel would let go of him.

Instead, Miguel ground his pelvis against Tony's and asked in a deep, husky voice, "You want to come? I don't know. I think you need permission for that."

"Fuck, I need to come," Tony groaned.

"Then I guess if I have to, I'll let you come," Miguel said, giving Tony a long sloppy kiss before releasing his wrists.

All of a sudden they parted, and Miguel started to move away. Afraid he was leaving, Tony whined and clutched at him, but a moment later, Miguel's wet, warm mouth was sucking his cock, and fuck, was it ever good. He gasped as his dick swelled with pleasure, and if he made some shallow thrusts into Miguel's mouth, he didn't seem to mind. Miguel's fingers were on his balls, rolling and tugging them gently, and then not-so-gently, and Tony let out a long, stuttering moan and grabbed a couple of handfuls of Miguel's dark, thick hair. All it took was for Miguel to give a few strong sucks and engage in some wicked tongue action, and Tony climaxed with a great shudder.

Tony was still panting, and wondering vaguely what was going on, when Miguel slid up his body, licking his lips. His cock was still erect, a dark shade of red; Tony realized he hadn't come yet. Tony asked, "You want me to take care of that?"

Miguel licked his lips. "Hmm. We got time to get in one more fuck?"

Tony nodded and was about to say he'd love to fuck him but his cock wasn't going to get up anytime soon, when Miguel took hold of him and flipped him onto his stomach as if it was nothing. Tony was too stunned to protest until the feeling of a lube-slicked finger sliding into his asshole startled him out of his daze. "Whoa there!" he said in protest, turning over and moving away.

Miguel looked at Tony with a hurt expression and asked tentatively, "Hey, I thought we had a good time last night. We connected right away, didn't we? You remember how good it was, dancing together, in synch?"

"No! I don't remember… and I don't know you or even know how we got here!" But even as Tony denied all knowledge of the handsome man in his bed, it all came back to him. He remembered how he had needed to release some of his pent-up frustration and had gone out to a bar – a gay bar – and how, as soon as he saw this hot guy dancing, he was immediately drawn to him. After that, there was dancing, drinking shots, more dancing, shouting their names to each other over the pounding music: 'I'm Miguel.' And Tony smiled winningly and said, 'Call me Gus.'

He remembered Miguel's moves on the dance floor, all sinuous and fucking sexy, and dancing with him, not caring that everyone was eyeing them like they, too, wanted some of that. Somehow he got home, shit-faced. Had Miguel done the driving? He remembered staggering inside together, clothes coming off, tossed on the floor, how he'd pulled the guy into his bedroom, making out, getting fucked with his pants' leg caught around one ankle. Wait a minute, nobody fucked Tony DiNozzo! "What the fuck? You fucked me!"

"Yeah, we did it a few times," Miguel said, with a pleased expression.

Tony stared at him, remembering the sex. Lots of it. He'd been fucked… a lot. By another man. Up the ass. His face heated up. This never happened to him. "This never happens to me," he said in a shaky voice.

"Never take anyone home before?" Miguel seemed puzzled.

Well, that was true, he didn't have sex in his own home. But that wasn't the point. "Never been… you know…"

"Oh, you've never bottomed before? Huh. I never would've known. You're a natural, Gus, even if you're sorta needy," Miguel said with a grin.

"But I'm not… I'm not…" Not Gus, he thought. He quickly said, "Not a bottom." His face grew hot. "And I'm not needy."

"I like needy," Miguel replied, apparently amused by Tony's discomfiture.

"I was just… having a bad day, a really bad one," Tony said. It had been a shit day, otherwise he never would have gone out drinking and dancing in a local gay bar so close to home. He was always so careful not to hook up with anyone local. But he had, and all because he had discovered that his own father had stolen a huge amount of money from him.

Shit, he had to deal with that as soon as possible. It was going to be tough because this was going to be his first day back on the job after an absence of five months, and it was imperative that he be at the top of his game. All eyes would be upon him. "I didn't… expect any of this to happen. I didn't go looking for it. I can't let anyone…" Tony said, wanting this man, the one he'd spent the night with, to understand.

"Ah. Okay, I get it, man. That's okay. You're the top dog at work, but maybe you need to let someone take care of you after hours, on the quiet," Miguel said wisely.

He squinted at Miguel and asked, "How old are you?"

Miguel raised his eyebrows but he said matter-of-factly, "I'm 32."

Tony covered his eyes with his arm. "Jesus," he muttered.

"Why? How old are you? Fifty?" Miguel asked as if it didn't matter to him.

Affronted, Tony dropped his arm and glared at Miguel. "Forty-five, not that it's any of your business."

"Hey, don't get all bent outta shape. You asked first." Miguel slipped out of bed and said, "But if you ever want some loving, call me. And I'll even bottom for you if you ask nicely."

As Tony watched Miguel bend over to pick up his clothes, he thought, 'Nice ass,' and his cock started to harden again, despite its earlier workout. He'd bet that Miguel could get erect again at the drop of a hat, too. Tony glanced at his bedside clock. It was still early, not even five, and he'd never get back to sleep. It was, however, going to take some time to disguise the evidence he'd been carousing all night (bags under his eyes, dry skin and oozing booze from every pore), and he had to make a good impression. Only, the devil on his shoulder was telling him he had plenty of time to get ready, and that he could squeeze in another fuck if he wanted to. And he really wanted to.

Hoping he wouldn't regret it, Tony called after Miguel's retreating back, "Wait a minute."

Miguel, half-dressed, and looking too damned hot for his own good, slouched provocatively in the doorway and waited.

Tony could see the bulge in Miguel's pants and realized he was turned on, too, and that made sweat break out on his brow and his own cock stiffen and bob. As he was lying naked on the bed, there was no way that Miguel could miss his cock waving around like it was beckoning him to return for another round.

"I'm sorry, Miguel. I'm hungover and you surprised me, is all." Tony shrugged. "I remember… the dancing… and… the sex." He felt his face heating up as he smiled. "It was really good. Like… really good."

"I don't want you to think I'd take advantage of anyone…"

"Of course not."

"We weren't so drunk that we didn't know what we were doing."

"Yeah, I know that."

"Okay, so, you're sure you have the time…"

"I have this big meeting today, first day back at work, so I need time to get ready…" Tony started.

"Sure, I'll get out of your hair," Miguel said with a raised hand.

"No, that's not what I meant." Tony sighed. "I'm asking if you'd like to, maybe, come back to bed for a bit, and I could make breakfast before you leave?"

Miguel approached the bed, casually stroking his cock. "That mean you want to top me?"

Tony almost said yes, that's exactly what he wanted. Only he didn't. He wanted this handsome man to fuck him, this time when he was sober and completely aware of what was going on. He held out his hand. "I can be versatile."

Miguel took Tony's hand and smiled, and he looked so damned beautiful that Tony was willing to do whatever it took to keep the man happy.

"One thing," Tony said, as he rolled onto his stomach.

"Yeah?"

"What was your name, again?"

"Miguel." Miguel realized Tony was teasing him, and he slapped him on the ass.

"Ow! Careful!"

"Too much?"

"No… it's just that… I'm sorta noisy during sex, is all." Tony smiled and twisted so he could pull Miguel close for a long kiss. After some more kissing and fondling, he was hard as a rock, and Miguel, well, his erect cock was fat and dark and leaking, and a bit too impressive. Was it even going to fit? It must be able to, if what he remembered hadn't been some intense, wet dream, of Miguel inside him, sliding in and out, finding the right rhythm, and then, with one hand on his hip, the other on his shoulder with fingers biting deep, pounding him until he was a trembling, moaning mess.

And later, doing it again, but this time facing him, slow and loving, kissing his chest, sucking on his nipples, and then the pair of them clinging to each other like they needed saving, grunting hard in tandem when they came. And again from the rear, sinking in so fucking slowly at first he was pleading 'move faster,' and shuddering hard and completely losing it when Miguel's hand wrapped around his aching cock and pumped it. Tony collapsed face-down on the bed, breathing so hard he thought he was going to stroke out, while Miguel fucked him crazy fast, hurting him, making him cry out, and then Miguel shouted and jerked, his weight crushing him until he slipped out and rolled to one side.

Miguel rolled on a condom and slicked up, whispering in Tony's ear, "Sorry, but I think we're gonna wake the neighbors this time."

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