Chapter Twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE

Vince

T he Biltmore was incredible. They took a guided tour of the house, spent some time exploring the gardens, then had a late lunch at the village. Like it always was between them, they never ran out of things to talk about, but they also had their moments of comfortable silence.

Vince got along with everyone. He was low-key, easygoing, and felt comfortable in most situations, but still he felt more comfortable with Colby. He couldn't say why, really. Everything was easy between them—easier than with anyone else.

He wasn't surprised he'd offered to go to Europe with Colby. He'd been before and liked it, and he hadn't been lying when he'd said he enjoyed traveling, but still, the evolution of their friendship surprised him. Maybe it was because he was still riding the high from coming his brains out with a man who meant so much to him, someone he hadn't thought he would ever have that kind of relationship with.

After the Biltmore, they did some more exploring around Asheville and found a nice restaurant for dinner. It was within walking distance from their hotel, so they'd left Colby's truck there.

When they finished with their meal, Colby insisted on paying.

"You trying to take me out on a date?" Vince teased, and he saw Colby's back straighten in response. "I'm kidding. Don't stress out."

"I was afraid you were stressing out."

"You couldn't tell by my playful tone?"

"Eh. Good point. I guess I'm just being careful."

Because he's scared of messing this up , Vince wondered, or because he's afraid I would fall for him?

Before Vince could figure out how to reply, he heard a dum, dum, dum in the background, getting louder and louder. "What's that?" he asked. Clearly, it was drums, but were they having some kind of festival or something?

"Oh shit. I forgot about the drum circle. They do it every Friday night in the warm months."

Colby took Vince's hand and pulled him along. They walked down the block, and across the street in the park, about a hundred and fifty people congregated. The beat of the drums was loud, vibrating. People talked, laughed, and danced to the music.

"Do you want to go?" Colby asked.

"Fuck yes." With their hands still clasped, they crossed the street. There was a circular brick courtyard where some of the drummers stood, but there were also rows and concrete steps around it where even more played. There was laughter and smiles, Vince unable to keep himself from grinning too at the people who just seemed so happy and at peace with each other.

"This is incredible." They moved together close to the circle, just watching. Vince's heart was beating faster than it should, an energetic rise in his pulse.

People of every age and race were around them, moving to this tune they all created together or for each other.

"Yeah, I like it too."

They found a place in the grass, just enjoying the view and the music.

"Where else are we going to go?" Vince asked.

"What do you mean? Tonight?"

"No. You told me where you want to go abroad. Where have you always wanted to visit in the United States?"

"New Orleans," Colby answered automatically. "Seems like a cool place to go."

"We definitely need to go there sometime. I haven't been."

They sat there a while together, talking about all the places they had been and the places they would go together. They also talked more about brewing beer, and how they wanted to try and make another batch when they got home.

"What about you? We're always talking about me, what I want to do or where I want to go. I want your secrets too," Colby said, his gaze holding Vince's.

"I shared some of my secrets with you last night. The Gregory stuff and about my family."

"I know." Colby picked a blade of grass off Vince's jeans. "Tell me something good, though…or something you want to experience, so we can do it together."

Vince was struck speechless for a moment. He couldn't figure out what to say. If he wanted to do something, he just did it. If he felt something, he did it. Even now, with Colby, that's what he was doing. As he sat there with his friend, Vince couldn't think of anything else he wanted more, anything else he needed. At least not right then.

"Dance with me," Vince said instead of answering.

"Huh?"

"You heard me. Dance with me."

"Out here?"

There were other people in the park doing exactly that. "You danced with me at the bar."

"Yeah, but that's different."

It hit him then that maybe Colby didn't feel comfortable in a place like this because it wasn't as safe as a gay bar. He felt silly for not having thought of it. He was out and had been for most of his life. This was all new for Colby.

Yet on the way here, he'd grabbed Vince's hand.

"You know what? Yes. Let's dance." Colby shoved to his feet and held his hand out for Vince.

"You don't ever have to do something you're not comfortable doing. Not with me. I didn't mean to push."

Colby's forehead wrinkled. "You didn't… Oh, you thought I didn't want to dance with you because you're a man? Shit, that didn't even occur to me."

Vince chuckled. Of course it didn't. Colby was too damn sweet, too accepting to even consider that others around him might not be, or that it was okay to be nervous being with a man in public.

"Seriously, Vince. I was just thinking it's embarrassing to dance in this situation. It feels different from a bar, but now I realize I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks. I want to have fun with my friend even if I make a fool of myself."

Jesus, this man was so fucking great, and he didn't even realize it. Vince would make sure he did, though.

Vince took the offered hand and let Colby pull him to his feet. They didn't dance the same way they did at the bar. They weren't all hands and grinding against each other, but they did move together to the rapid dum, dum, dum of the drums. Sometimes they were dramatic about it, playful in ways that probably looked ridiculous, but Vince didn't care what anyone thought about him, and he was glad to see that in this moment Colby didn't either.

They were at it for a while, just enjoying hanging out together the way they always did. It was so strange. Vince never thought he would have anything in common with Colby, but for whatever reason, they just worked.

Eventually, while running his hands up and down Colby's back, Vince said, "You ready to go back to the hotel? I have something I want to show you."

As if hearing the innuendo in Vince's voice, Colby replied, "You do, huh? I think I might feel it."

Vince chuckled. "That too, but I was thinking more along the lines of introducing you to my mouth…if that's something you'd be interested in. If not, no worries. We can just watch a movie or something."

"Oh, look at the time. It's getting late. We should head back…for the first thing you mentioned." Colby took Vince's hand and pulled Vince with him.

Vince gave another snicker. "Someone is excited."

"You offered to…" He looked around, then lowered his voice as he said, "Blow me. Of course I'm excited." Colby stopped walking. "Wait. That's what we're talking about, right?"

This time Vince practically choked on his own laughter. Christ, how was everything with this man so much damn fun? "Yes, that's what I'm talking about. What else did you think I meant?"

"I don't know. I guess my brain short-circuited at the thought. It's been a while for me."

"And there's the fact that it will be even better because it's from me. Wait until you see how deep I can go. And I do this thing with my tongue…"

Colby groaned and buried his face in Vince's neck with a soft chortle. "I can't wait."

"Then let's go so you don't have to."

Colby pulled him by the wrist again. Vince did the same, an unfamiliar zing of anticipation making his insides buzz. Sure, he'd always loved giving head, but he wasn't sure why he was so exhilarated by the idea of sucking Colby's cock.

They sped up to a run, like if they didn't hurry and get there, the time would expire and Vince would no longer be able to blow him. Laughter fell from both of their mouths, this pure, happy sound of people who enjoyed each other.

Had he ever enjoyed the prelude to head so much before? Had he ever been so excited for someone that he ran down the street, needing his mouth on them as soon as possible?

Colby skidded to a stop in front of the hotel, and Vince ran into his back.

"Act normal. Like there's nothing to see here," Colby said, playfully straightening out his shirt.

"What, like we're not two fortysomething guys who are so excited by a blowjob that we can hardly contain ourselves?"

"Yes, like that."

They made their way into the hotel with smiles on their faces, hand in hand and heading straight for the elevator. An older couple was in it with them, which was a shame because if they hadn't been, Vince would've tasted Colby's tongue again.

The second they were in the room, Vince didn't hold back, his mouth slamming down on Colby's, who stumbled back against the door.

Vince pulled back. "Fuck. Sorry."

"Don't be." Colby held the back of Vince's head and pulled their mouths together. Vince's tongue pushed past Colby's lips, tasting him. He rutted against him, their tongues moving together, each like they wanted nothing more than to be inside the other's mouth.

Every neuron in his body fired off excited signals, Vince's pulse thumping and his cock throbbing. He enjoyed sex a lot, always got a high from it, but there was an extra layer to it with Colby. Probably because the man had come to mean so much to him, because he knew Colby trusted himself with Vince and was giving himself to Vince in a way he'd never done with another man before. That hit him deep.

He shoved his hands under Colby's shirt, palms rasping against his chest hair as he plucked at Colby's nipples and fed off his mouth.

Colby's head hit the door, pulling them apart as a soft "Fuck," fell from Colby's mouth.

"You like that? Here, let's get this off you." Vince pulled Colby's shirt off, then leaned in, plucking one of Colby's nipples with his fingers while tugging the other with his teeth. He loved a set of firm, muscular pecs on a man, and Colby's were to die for.

"Jesus," Colby gasped. "Do that again."

So Vince did, pulling and nibbling on his nipple, then lashing at it with his tongue. The whole time he continued to brush his thumb over the other, playing with that one too.

When he switched, his mouth going to the other to taste it too, Colby's hand slid between their bodies, palming Vince's erection, touching it for the first time. Vince tensed for a moment, not having expected it.

"Shit. I'm sorry. Is that not okay?" Colby asked.

Vince grinned. "It's fucking perfect, babe. For someone who hadn't realized he's queer until yesterday, you're really jumping in with both feet. I just don't want you to feel like you have to do anything you're not ready to do."

Colby cocked his head, like he couldn't believe Vince would say that. "I think it would be impossible to feel that way with you."

Vince's chest expanded, felt like it was blown up by Colby's words. He might not have been enough for Gregory, but Colby trusted him. Colby wanted him. No, not in the same way. They weren't in a romantic relationship, but he couldn't deny there was something special between them. That somehow, in this time in their lives where they didn't feel like they fit in the world, they found a way to fit in with each other.

"Thank you," was the only way he could think to answer, before pressing a soft kiss to Colby's lips, then let his mouth continue to map out Colby's body, kissing and tasting his throat, shoulder, left pec, right pec, down, down, down until Vince was kneeling in front of him, savoring Colby's happy trail.

He looked up at his friend, who looked down at him. They held eye contact while Vince unbuttoned and unzipped Colby's jeans, giving him the opportunity to change his mind.

When Colby nodded, Vince drew Colby's jeans down his thighs, the bulge beneath his underwear thick and mouthwatering. Vince couldn't wait, so he rubbed his face against Colby's groin, took in the musky scent of his body that was so fucking hot to him, mouthing and sucking on Colby's erection through the cloth.

"Why is that so hot?"

"Because I'm fucking hungry for it and you can tell," Vince replied. He was damn near shaking with need for Colby.

"God…suck me. Take me out. I need it," Colby said breathlessly, and hearing him say he needed this from Vince nearly shot him to the moon.

He'd meant to take this slower, but the eagerness inside him was too strong to hold back. He hooked his fingers into Colby's underwear and tugged them down, his thick shaft springing free.

Vince didn't take the time to get his underwear past his thighs before his tongue started at the base of Colby's reddish cock and slowly made a journey to the tip. Colby shook, his thighs trembling like he was trying to hold himself back.

"I knew you'd taste good," Vince told him. "I can't wait to swallow down what's in these big fucking balls of yours." He cupped Colby's sac, gently playing with him.

"Lick them," Colby told him and, well, it wasn't as if Vince was going to say no to that, so with his head tilted up, gazing at Colby, he lapped at his nuts. Sucked them. Tasted the salt on his skin and fucking loved every second of it. "That feels so fucking good."

"You deserve it." He always wanted Colby to feel good.

He let his tongue circle the head of Colby's dick, then lowered his mouth down the thick, hard shaft.

Colby hissed in pleasure, hands balled into fists like he wasn't sure what to do with them.

Vince grabbed his right hand, placing it on the back of his own head while he lowered, pulled off, then let Colby's cock sink into his mouth again.

He didn't take Colby all the way to the back of his throat yet, teasing, getting a feel for him, breathing him in, dick, then balls, alternating which one he pleasured.

Colby held his head, guided him, and when Vince looked up, those deep, soulful eyes of his were angled down at Vince and…and he was smiling.

Seeing that made Vince's heart thump against his chest, made his cock throb and harden even more. He was dying beneath his jeans, wishing he'd pulled himself out so he could stroke himself at the same time, but he didn't have the patience to do it now.

As Colby guided him, this time Vince didn't stop, swallowing around the head of Colby's erection, balls against his chin as he took the long shaft completely inside.

"Sweet Jesus, you're good at that," Colby gasped.

Vince pulled off to say, "I never lie about sucking cock," then went back to it again, using his hand to help stroke while he bobbed on the delicious dick he'd been given the chance to pleasure.

Colby's breathing was fast and choppy.

"So good…Vince…that's so goddamned good," he mumbled over and over, like those were the only words he could say.

Colby's hand slid down, rested on his nape, before his hips gave a gentle thrust. Vince nodded, hoping Colby got the message that yes, thank you very much, he could take a face fucking and loved it.

Colby got the message, to hold Vince's face, pulling back and thrusting into Vince's willing mouth. He looked down at Vince the whole time, watching, enjoying while he moved faster and faster, knowing Vince could take it.

"You're so hot doing this for me. So sexy, Vince. God, I want to come so bad, but I also want this to last all fucking night," he said as he buried his cock in Vince's throat again.

Vince reached around, palming Colby's ass, urging him on while they worked together, Colby thrusting and Vince sucking like he needed this to be the best blowjob Colby had ever had.

He did need that.

Colby's movements sped up, his thrusts becoming jerkier. "I'm gonna come. I don't think I can hold off much longer."

Vince pulled off with a quick, "Do it. Feed me your load," before swallowing Colby down again. The cock on his tongue swelled, spasmed in his mouth before the first burst of Colby's cum hit his taste buds. The second slid down his throat, Colby's balls emptying, spurt after spurt filling Vince's mouth, all of it, him greedily savoring.

When Colby was wrung dry, he continued rubbing his palm against Vince's face, stroking him like he was thanking him, but also like he was trying just to feel Vince.

"I don't know what to say, Vince… It's really hard to remember how to talk."

Vince laughed, standing.

"Thank you."

"Babe, you don't have to thank me for that. I enjoyed it as much as you did."

"Impossible."

"I beg to differ. But now I've really got to empty my balls too." He opened his pants, but Colby's hand on his stopped him.

"Take your clothes off. I want you to finish by my hand."

Vince smiled. He liked the sound of that.

They chuckled again while they stripped. He couldn't say why they were laughing, but with Colby it was like they didn't need an actual reason.

They kissed as they made their way to the bed, fell on top of it together.

Vince grabbed the lube from the nightstand, dribbling some onto his cock. "It's not going to take long. You have me so turned on."

Colby's mouth took his, tongue pushing inside as he wrapped a hand around Vince's shaft. Each stroke sent Vince higher and higher, drove him into oblivion before his body arched off the bed, light exploding behind his eyelids, his load shooting from his balls to land on his belly.

"Told you I was close," he said, and then, to his surprise, watched while Colby leaned down and licked Vince's release off his stomach.

His dick twitched again at the sight, and Vince pulled Colby to him and kissed him.

"This is going to be so much fun," Colby told him.

Vince fell asleep with a smile on his face and his friend in his arms.