CHAPTER NINE
We spent the next few hours at the ball park, cheering on the Yankees who I was delighted to see take the upper hand almost from the beginning. Paul was fun to spend time with like this and he seemed pretty happy to be with me. While watching the game, we talked more about ourselves and I learned that he had been on the football team at school, considering playing professionally for a while until he realised he was more interested in fitness training. He told me about college and the friends who had taken him in when his father kicked him out at sixteen. He already knew about what had happened to me since I was eighteen, but I filled him in on what my life had been like as a kid, Dad's treatment of me and my brief interlude with Jared.
By the time the game ended the afternoon was over and we headed back into the city to leave my bag at Paul's apartment and park his car, me taking the opportunity to change clothes and Paul exchanging the sweater for a shirt before we set off on foot to a bar for a couple of beers. From there we went to a Mexican restaurant for dinner, ordering fajitas and a jug of beer. We had never had much time on the few occasions we'd seen each other before and it had only really been about sex, but this was different. The more time that passed in his company, the more I fell and any lingering uncertainty I might have had quickly vanished.
"So, do you want to head over to Quentin's when we leave here?" Paul asked then.
"Sure," I grinned.
"How did you end up in there last time? You looked ready to bolt for the door when I spoke to you."
"I was in a bar across the street. I'd been in my hotel room most of the day, bored out of my mind and I decided to just have a beer and then go back. I was looking out of the window at Quentin's and told myself I wasn't going in, but when I left the bar, I just kind of drifted over there."
"Trying to be a good boy," Paul teased. "You were nervous as hell."
"I wanted you," I said. "I was thinking about you and then suddenly there you were and I was trying to talk myself out of it."
"You were thinking about me?"
"Don't tell me you weren't trying to catch my attention at FitWorx, pulling your shirt up to wipe your face."
He smirked and his eyes sparkled. "I was testing the water. I swear there was drool on your chin."
"You do have a high opinion of yourself."
"Not so much. You left after the meeting and I thought maybe I was losing my touch and imagined it. Sure as hell didn't expect to see you in the club." His hand lowered beneath the table and came to rest on my thigh as we sat side by side. "You want dessert or shall we head over there?"
"I've had enough to eat," I said quickly and he grinned wider.
"Do you think you can keep a straight face if I get you off under the table?"
"Fuck, don't!" I hissed under my breath.
"I'm just teasing you." He gave my thigh a squeeze and removed his hand, calling for the check. My pulse had already quickened and my cock began to twitch as I thought about him touching me. I almost suggested giving the club a miss and going straight back to his apartment, but at the same time I was looking forward to dancing with him again. I pulled out my wallet to pay the check, insisting that I get it as he had paid for the food earlier and the ballgame tickets. Then we left quickly and walked the few blocks along the street to Quentin's. It was earlier than when I'd been in before, but on a Saturday night there was already a decent crowd. Paul got two beers from the bar and we found a space to stand while we drank and shouted at each other above the music.
"You gonna dance with me?" he said loudly some time later when he had put his second empty bottle down.
"If he won't, I will!"
Both of us turned to look at the blond guy with his hair all spiked up, lips pouting, wearing a shirt so tight the buttons were almost pulling away from the fabric.
"Fuck off," Paul responded.
"Nice!" The young guy disappeared and I grinned.
"That wasn't very polite."
"I know; I mean, how dare he interrupt us?"
"I meant you!" I punched him lightly in the shoulder.
"Oh, you'd rather I danced with him? Where'd he go?" Paul turned around as if looking for the guy and I snorted with laughter.
"Are you always like this?"
"You'll find out if you see me more often. Come with me." He grasped my hand suddenly, lacing our fingers together, and I quickly put my beer bottle down before he tugged me towards the dancefloor. As soon as we reached a space amongst the dancers, he released my hand and grabbed me by the hips, drawing me towards him. The song blasting out of the speakers sounded much like all of the others that had gone before it. No longer awkward like I had been the first time we had been here, I draped my arms around Paul's neck and began to move with him, our bodies brushing against each other only lightly at first. Every so often Paul's crotch would bump my thigh and I could feel that he was hard, his cock straining against the crushing tightness of his jeans. His hands lowered to my butt suddenly, bringing us closer together, pressing my own restrained erection against the top of his thigh. We continued gyrating to the music, almost humping each other's legs as we moved and I was unable to suppress my grunts and groans as my cock was repeatedly rubbed by his firm thigh muscle.
"Turn around." The song had changed and he pushed me away from him suddenly. I turned and then his hands were on me again, one resting on my stomach and the other fumbling with my shirt buttons while his body pressed up against my back. I could feel his erection against my butt and I shuddered with longing, my own aching for release as he slid his hand inside my half open shirt, stroking my chest and pinching one of my nipples. I rolled my head back against his shoulder with a groan and his lips brushed my ear.
"Fuck, Paul, don't do this here," I begged as his teeth nipped my neck and his hand resumed its battle with my buttons, freeing the last few and then gliding lightly over my crotch. I didn't dare open my eyes and look at the other dancers who were surely staring.
"Tell me you're not enjoying this." He stroked me for a moment and then his hand returned to my stomach, making my muscles jump under his touch. "I'm so hard for you right now...dying to fuck your tight ass..."
"Oh, God," I groaned. I forced myself to pull away from him and turn around again. "You are such a fucking tease."
"You know I'm not. Just getting you in the mood." He gripped the back of my neck and drew me closer again, his tongue snaking out and teasing my bottom lip for a second.
"Jesus, Paul, I'm so in the mood it'll be over before it starts."
He chuckled in my ear and bit the lobe gently.
"Don't you care about people looking?"
"No, they're just jealous. Do you?"
"Maybe a bit."
"I'm obviously not doing a good enough job at distracting you." He wedged a thigh between my legs and his mouth covered mine suddenly, lips crushing mine and his tongue plunging in. I moaned into the kiss and ground myself against him a little, deciding I ought to do a little teasing of my own. I removed my hands from his neck and began to unfasten his shirt, quickly slid my hand inside, feeling for the nipple ring and tugging on it gently. He broke the kiss and growled into my ear. "Fuck...getting your own back?"
I laughed and pulled on the ring again, twisting it a little and looking down at the hard nub that it was attached to. Paul groaned and ran his hand down my body, removing his thigh from between my legs and placing his hand there instead, cupping my balls through my jeans and squeezing.
"Oh, God, don't!" I took my hand off him and returned it to his shoulder and he smirked, meeting my eyes, his fingers firmly rubbing the base of my cock. "Please..." I begged.
"How long before you come, I wonder?" he grinned.
"Not long. Fuck, Paul, I don't want to come in my pants."
Mercifully he removed his hand and placed it on my waist instead. "Wanna come in my mouth instead?"
"What, here?"
"There are some places we can get out of sight." Before I could answer, he had grabbed my hand again and was striding off the dancefloor. I hurried along with him, grimacing at the discomfort of my painfully hard cock pressing against my zipper, trying to adjust it with my free hand as I walked. We headed into a corridor that led to the restrooms and continued past the two doors to the far end where a third door was marked 'storage'. Outside it stood a tall stack of empty beer crates and there was just room for me to stand against the wall beside it, out of sight of anyone going to and from the restrooms. They would still be able to see Paul, however, but I couldn't bring myself to protest as he unzipped me quickly and dropped to his knees. He tugged my leaking cock free of my shorts and in the next second it was encased in the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. My knees trembled and I clutched at his short hair, clenching my teeth and doing my best not to moan too loudly as his head bobbed up and down, his hand following the movement of his mouth.
I knew I didn't have a hope in hell of lasting more than a couple of minutes and I didn't try; I was desperate to come and I looked down, the sight of his mouth around my cock only adding to my arousal. His lips and tongue worked me rapidly and heat coiled in my belly, my balls tightening as my orgasm drew closer. He lowered his head until his nose brushed my pubic hair, his throat swallowing around me and pushing me over the edge. My cock pulsed repeatedly as my balls emptied, a deep groan bursting from me which would easily have been heard by anyone near to the restrooms.
"God...stop..." I panted, the head of my cock unbearably sensitive as he continued sucking on it. He released me and got to his feet, adjusting his jeans while I quickly zipped myself up. "Do you want me to do that?" I asked, but he shook his head.
"I want to be fucking you when I come. I can wait."
We returned to the club and made another beer each last half an hour, during which time I took advantage of the fact that Paul had relieved some of my pressure and teased him every so often, keeping him in a constant state of arousal until he couldn't stand it any longer.
"You're fucking killing me here!" he growled in my ear as my hand stroked his abs, repeatedly drifting to the top button of his jeans and then moving away.
"You wanted to wait," I reminded him.
"I didn't expect you to torment me for the rest of the night!" He lowered his voice with a smirk. "I need to come so badly it hurts. Let's get out of here."
Fifteen minutes later we climbed out of the cab outside the apartments where Paul lived and rode up in the elevator. He had calmed down a little since we left Quentin's, but as soon as he unlocked his door, he was pulling his shirt off and tossing it onto the couch, unfastening his jeans on the way to the bathroom. I toed off my shoes and removed my own shirt, placing it on the chair in the corner of his bedroom. He was taking a piss and I waited in the bedroom for a moment until he was done. Then he kicked off his boots and wriggled the tight jeans down his legs, his semi-hard cock quivering in front of him.
"Still want that shower?" he asked with a grin.
"Are you kidding?"
He turned the water on and stepped into the large stall, leaving me to finish undressing and join him. I quickly used the toilet too first, struggling to empty my bladder as my cock began to stiffen, Paul's naked form visible in the mirror above the sink next to me. By the time I joined him, his erection was rigid against his belly and he was soaping himself slowly, the water angled away from him. I stepped under it, closing my eyes as the hot spray needled me, relishing the feel of it cascading down over my chest and belly. Paul's hand touched my shoulder and I opened my eyes again as he began to turn me around to face the tiled wall.
"What are you doing?"
"What do you think?" He reached up to manoeuvre the water jet away from me, then picked up a bottle of shower gel and squeezed some into his hand, lathered it up between both palms and reached around me to wash my cock, the other hand stroking over my butt and probing into my ass crack. I parted my legs with a groan and leaned forward to rest my forehead against the wall, shuddering as he took his time washing me and then rinsing. I noticed a bottle of lube standing beside the shower gel on the small rack to my left, a condom packet tucked into one corner. He had planned this and my cock twitched in his hand, eager for more than just idle touching.
He took his hands off of me and I glanced behind me, watching as he kneeled down behind me, pushing my legs further apart and reaching between them to caress my balls and the base of my cock.
"Fuck," I muttered.
"All in good time."
I laughed and then gasped as he spread my buttocks apart, squeezing the firm flesh in both hands. I imagined that my hole must be completely exposed to him and my face warmed while my pulse quickened, heart pounding against my ribs. His lips touched me at the base of my spine, sending chills all the way up to my neck and then I felt his tongue touch my skin and move lower.
"Oh, God," I moaned. He was licking me, right there, the tip of his tongue circling my hole, pushing at it, making me clench and quiver, nervous with this new intimacy. No one had ever done that to me before and my legs shook, my ass twitching slightly.
"Relax." Warm breath blew onto my damp flesh and I shuddered as he resumed licking me, taking one hand off of me and stroking back and forth over my perineum, applying slight pressure until my muscles relaxed and I breathed out. The tip of one finger pushed against me and slipped inside an inch or so, thrusting gently in and out and then withdrawing. Then his tongue was on me again, the tip probing in where his finger had been, pulling out and swiping up and down my crack, returning to my hole and tasting me again.
"Holy shit!" I yelped. I lowered one hand to my throbbing erection and grasped it loosely, giving it a few pumps and then stopping, realising I was in danger of coming again before he even began fucking me. He continued for a few more minutes until I was a trembling, babbling mess, the sensations his tongue created almost indescribable. I was panting loudly, tugging on my balls to stop myself losing it when he drew back and rose to his feet.
"You like that, huh?"
"Fuck!"
He chuckled and reached for the lube. "Ready for my cock?"
"Please..."
I leaned weakly against the wall, water still spraying down my right side, my eyes down watching a bead of pre-cum seep from my cock and drip onto the tiles as Paul firmly pushed one well-lubed finger into my slightly stretched hole, thrust in and out a few times and then added a second. I moaned loudly, clenching around his fingers and he stepped closer, lightly stroking my shaft with his free hand and grinding himself against my hip. I could feel the heat from his erection and I switched my gaze from my own, noticing him leaking as desperately as I was.
"Fuck, I'm so close already," he groaned suddenly.
"You should have let me suck you off in the club."
"Nah, I've been thinking about doing this." He pushed a third finger carefully into me and I winced. "At least we have more time to take it slow later. Is this hurting?"
"Not much." I breathed slower, both to make myself relax and to try to delay my orgasm.
"You're so hot inside...need to fuck you..." His fingers worked their way deeper and bumped my prostate.
"Shit!" I squirmed against his hand, groaning in protest as he withdrew almost to the fingertips. He continued for another minute or two, slowly stretching me more and then suddenly he stepped away and picked up the condom, fumbling with wet hands to get it out of the packet and roll it onto himself. I grabbed the lube, squeezing some into my hand and half-turning to coat his sheathed cock before facing the wall again, planting my feet apart and breathing out as I felt the blunt head push against me. He eased in slowly, taking his time to let me stretch to accommodate him. He took a step backwards as far as the shower stall would allow and pulled my hips towards him, making my back arch and his length drag over my prostate as he bottomed out.
"Christ...you're so fucking big..." I panted.
"You're complaining?" He leaned over me and growled into my ear.
"No! God...fuck me, Paul...you feel so good...need to come...make me come..." I whined.
He began to move again, slowly at first, shallow thrusts with both hands resting on my hips. Then suddenly he was ploughing into me, his thighs slapping against mine, balls bouncing, reaching around me with one hand to jerk me off. I leaned helplessly on the wall, taking my weight and some of his with my arms, bucking my hips back and forth in an effort to fuck his fist and impale myself harder onto him at the same time. Neither of us were able to keep it up for very long. My balls tightened and heat spread out from my groin as my orgasm crashed through me, my ass tightening around Paul as I shot my load onto the wall in front of me. He came almost immediately, grinding and bucking erratically against me, his cock pulsing within the condom and loud groans and curses issuing from his mouth.
He pulled out of me slowly and disposed of the condom and I turned around, panting for breath as we rinsed ourselves down again under the still hot water. Paul turned it off after a moment and stepped closer to me, still breathing as hard as I was.
"Mmm, that was so good," he murmured, brushing his lips over mine. "Glad you don't have to rush away this time."
"Me too." I slid my arms around him and hugged him against me for a moment, before he pulled free and grabbed a towel, passing it to me and picking up a second for himself. We dried off quickly and went into the bedroom, stretching out on top of the covers. Paul lay flat on his back and I did the same for a moment, then rolled over and snuggled against his side, my head resting on his shoulder. His arm curled up around my neck and his lips pulled up at the corners in a lazy smile. I stroked my hand over his chest, feeling his heartbeat under my palm, lightly flicking the nipple ring with one finger.
"Did this hurt?"
"Not really. Why, are you thinking about getting it done?"
"No," I grinned.
"You might like it. You've seen what it does to me when you pull on it."
"I'm not so sure I'd like a hole poking through there."
"Chicken."
"Uh huh," I agreed. I lay still for a moment and then lifted my head, pressing my lips against his cheek. He turned his head quickly and our mouths met, lips caressing warmly, gently, no tongues, no urgency, just...something else. My heart stuttered and I held onto him, sighing softly as he continued kissing me. It felt so right, being with him - whether we were watching a ballgame, having dinner, kissing like this, fucking urgently, desperately. I wanted him in my life; of that I was completely certain and if I wasn't mistaken, the feeling was mutual.
I'm in love with you.
It was only a thought and I didn't dare say it just yet, but I knew it was true. He drew back and his eyes met mine, deep brown, soft and warm, drawing me in. Then he rolled onto his back again, ending the few moments of closeness.
"Fuck," he whispered, so quietly I barely heard it.
"Paul?"
He shook his head slightly and said nothing, but I wondered if perhaps in that moment he realised he felt the same way. I slid my arm across his middle and closed my eyes, enjoying just being with him as sleep began to creep up on me and pull me under.
When I woke, we had barely moved. My morning erection was pressing against Paul's hip and his own lay hard against his belly, twitched slightly as he slept. I grinned to myself and looked around me. The drapes were open and the sky bright outside and when my eyes landed on the clock I noticed it was almost nine. I carefully drew away from Paul, trying not to disturb him, sliding down the bed a little until I could lean over and tease his cock with my tongue. I touched the tip gently, circling it and then made my way down his length to his balls, drawing one into my mouth and rolling it around, breathing in the musky scent of him.
"Molesting me in my sleep?" His voice sounded husky and rough, only just having woken and I let his ball pop free from my mouth and grinned.
"Couldn't help myself."
"Well, don't stop."
I shifted my position slightly and returned to the head of his cock, taking it in my mouth and sucking gently, dipping my tongue into his slit and tasting pre-cum. He groaned and lifted his hips, trying to push himself deeper into my mouth, but I wrapped a hand around his length and continued nibbling on only the head.
"Damnit, Jake! Come here," he grunted.
"You want me to stop?"
"No...turn around the other way so I can get at you."
I sat up and he moved down the bed slightly to give me more room at the pillow end. I turned, intending to lie down at his side, but he grabbed at me and I realised he wanted me to kneel astride him. I positioned my knees either side of his head, spreading them wide apart and lowering myself towards his cock again, my own hovering above his face. His hands touched my butt, pulling me down and then his tongue was lapping at my balls, taking one into his mouth the same way I had done. I shuddered and tried to concentrate on him instead, holding his erection upright and drawing it into my mouth, caressing his balls in my free hand. I groaned around him as he grasped my cock, stroking it firmly and moving his tongue from my sack towards my ass, licking at my hole as he had done in the shower. I moaned and hummed, struggling to breathe as my chest heaved, my hips gyrating slightly as I pushed myself against his face. I pulled off his cock for a moment, using both hands instead to continue stroking him.
"Fuck...I can't get over how good that feels," I panted. Paul chuckled slightly and I felt warm breath against me.
"Wanna try returning the favour?"
"I didn't know if..."
"I don't bottom...ever...but it doesn't mean I don't like having my ass touched," he said.
"Ok." I sat up straight and reached behind me to grab a pillow, tucking it under his hips when he lifted them, his knees up and legs parted. Then I lowered myself again, stroking his cock with one hand while I extended my tongue as far as I could and ducked my head down, running the tip back and forth over his perineum, feeling him shudder as I worked my way closer to the tight pink hole. I brushed over it lightly, watching in fascination as it twitched and clenched, then continued to lick at him while he did the same to me. He was issuing a series of groans and growls as he licked and nibbled at me, his hips bucking up slightly and his cock throbbing and leaking in my hand. I moistened one finger with saliva, not sure if it would be what he wanted, but keen to feel. I pushed the tip against him and he opened up and sucked me into tight heat. I'd put my fingers inside myself enough times, but it was different doing it to somebody else. I carefully slid the one digit in and out a few times while he continued to writhe and groan beneath me, pre-cum oozing continuously from his cock.
"Fuck, Jake...let me fuck your mouth..." he panted then, tugging at my hips to pull me backwards a few inches, guiding my cock into his own mouth. I withdrew my finger, lifted myself up and guided him between my lips, gradually taking more and more of him in until my nose was almost touching his balls and he was bumping the back of my throat. I breathed hard through my nose, groaning around him as his hands pulled me lower, swallowing my full length. We moved awkwardly together, Paul bucking beneath me and me grinding myself onto him, both of us gasping and moaning, hands caressing balls, teasing asses, driving each other closer to orgasm. I could feel how close Paul was, his balls tight in my hand, the base of his cock starting to pulse and I lifted my head until only a couple of inches of his length remained in my mouth, wrapping my free hand around his base and pumping him until he released with several long spurts. I swallowed and sucked on the head, drawing out the last few drops and then I was coming and I let go of him, yelling out as I emptied into his throat. Shakily I lifted myself off of him and turned around again, collapsing at his side, my chest heaving as my lungs strained to suck in air.
"Fuck...so good..." Paul panted, stroking a hand over my damp hair. I propped myself up weakly on one elbow and looked down at him, brushing my lips breathlessly over his.
"God, Paul," I whispered. "I think I lo..."
His lips met mine again as he pulled my head down quickly, cutting off what I had almost said and then he let go, his eyes closed. "Don't, alright? Not when you're not free to...say that."
I lay back down with a sigh, my face heating slightly. I may not have been able to say it, but it didn't mean I didn't feel it.