Chapter Eighteen

Denton

Setting aside my disappointment at finding the note saying Victor had gone to meet Ollie for breakfast and hadn't waited for me, I had gone for a quick shower. Now, naked standing in front of the closet as I air dried with the balcony door open, I contemplated what the plan for the day was. This afternoon and evening, there was going to be a celebration of pride. The party was being hosted in a place called Manor, where the main cabaret shows were held nightly. As yet, we'd not been there. From the information I'd read, the place had three bars and was over two stories, with lots of space to dance. Today the Atlantis drag queens were hosting the pride party, so anything went, and Leeson had relented on the need for everyone to wear Hawaiian shirts.

As I stared at my options, I couldn't decide what to wear, and I wasn't going anywhere near Leeson's suggestion last night everyone should wear a leather jock.

Just no!

Leather and hot, sweaty bodies… I didn't even want to imagine. I shuddered and reached in for a pair of swimmers that had a rainbow flag down the side of the legs I purchased after finding out about today's event. I glanced at the door when the sound of the lock disengaging.

Not again!

My free hand dropped to my junk as it swung open, and I breathed a sigh of relief it wasn't a crew member but Victor. He didn't see my expression as his gaze zoomed straight down my body to where my hand was covering my dick, which took instant notice of Victor's interest.

I grinned, chuckling when he remained exactly where he stood with folks walking past outside. "You might wanna shut the door unless you want me to become the entertainment of the morning." I gave him a cheeky wink. "I'm game if you are."

The slow blink didn't hurt my ego, nor did the door slam that happened a few seconds later when it must have registered what I'd implied.

"Sorry," he muttered, scratching at his neck, seemingly at a loss for what to do next when he didn't come any further into the room.

I faced away to give him my back, hoping to ease the sudden feeling of tension between us, and went to slip on my shorts. A hand touching my ass cheek startled me and I looked over my shoulder, stilling at the intensity of Victor's expression. I held my breath when the hand didn't stop exploring the contours of my ass.

"God, I wanna sink my teeth in and bite."

I nearly choked on my tongue that felt three sizes too big for my mouth at him doing that. My cock protruded from my groin, making sure no one missed how much I liked the idea. "Do it," I said in a strangled whisper.

He lowered to his knees and I couldn't decide where all the air in the room had gone as his other hand came into play. He stroked up and then down gently to start, then things got interesting as he flexed his fingers. They dug into the muscle and he groaned right along with me as he pulled my ass cheeks apart. Hot breath grazed my hole, and I started to hyperventilate at how close he was and that I could no longer look with how little control I had.

"I came back to talk… to you…" the fingers dug in a little harder, creating an ache that went straight to my pulsating cock.

"Talking's overrated," I rasped past the dryness in my mouth from panting. I bent forward and placed my hands on my thighs, uncaring my shorts were dangling halfway up my legs.

More warm air touched my hole.

Had he moved closer?

Was he… "Hot damn," I ground out as I got my answer when his tongue swiped over my sensitive flesh tentatively, then in a bold, frisky move that made it impossible to think beyond anything other that what Victor was doing. My chest felt like it may burst open with how fast I was breathing to keep up with the pulse pounding in my ears. My cock pulsed in time with the erratic beat. It bounced between my thighs, seeking some attention as it dripped down onto my shorts. To take myself in hand, the temptation I resisted with the knowledge that if I did, this would be over way too fucking quickly.

"You taste…" he licked again, his tongue focused on my hole and a moan vibrated through my channel, making my eyes roll in my head as I trembled. "Better than the pastry I tasted this morning."

He sucked at my flesh, his lips sealing around my hole while his tongue dipped in past the tight ring of muscle, creating so many wild sensations to flutter in the pit of my stomach I couldn't decide what to do with myself.

My fingers dug as firmly into my thighs as his did the same to my ass as he worked his tongue into me. Lewd noises came with groans of deep pleasure. My eyes slammed shut as he ate me out and I rode each new wave of mind blowing pleasure like a pro surfing champion. "Deeper," I demanded having lost the battle to let him do as he wanted when his lips released the suction and one finger came into play teasing the slick rim of loosening muscle.

"Can't go deeper," he whimpered. "But I can use my finger too, if you want?"

In no way did I want him to stop, my body shook with how close I was to coming. "Anything, please."

The tongue was back in action, doing a playful swirl as his finger sank in and I squeezed, reveling in the burn. It had been a long time since I'd had anyone play with my ass and I'd clearly forgotten how much I loved it when before I could take another breath, his finger grazed my prostate and my balls tightened painfully. The ache in my cock drove ribbons of cum up the shaft to decorate my shorts and onto the floor as I juddered uncontrollably. My cock throbbing, it jerked as his tongue and finger milked me dry while I fucked warm air.

The exertion at the gym and coming faster than a fast bowler, my knees gave way, and I lurched forward, landing with a thud, my hands hitting the carpet just in time to avoid me face planting the floor. My chest heaved as I sucked in big greedy breaths, head hanging between my shoulders as I tried to recover some semblance of my composure. He'd slayed me.

The noise, however, didn't compete with the loud groans that came from behind me before I could look warm, wetness splattered over my ass cheek. I groaned at what it was and lifted my head, quickly glancing back.

Flushed, glassy eyed, his lips glistening, Victor kneeled behind me, cock poking out of his shorts he stroked himself while staring at my ass. My limp cock gave a valiant attempt to twitch at the sight. I wasn't young enough to consider round two right then as much as I wanted to. Instead, I locked gazes with Victor and stayed as I was feeling more wet warmth hit, then slid down my butt cheek almost in a possessive move.

Victor's claim on me. I fucking loved it. "Fuck, you're gorgeous. So damn beautiful like this."

When his hand stopped moving and his eyelids dipped sexily, I came back up onto my knees and twisted until I was face to face with him. I eyed the cum coating some of his fingers and inhaled our combined sexy scent. I came forward, keeping our gazes locked, and I licked his fingers.

He released a shuddery moan, "Ohhhhh." He widened his fingers, offering them to me to give me better access to lick them clean. His expression was languid by the time I was happy.

I grinned widely at him. "So what did you wanna talk about?"

He chuckled, his blush darkening as he looked from his hand to me, no longer quite meeting my eyes. "You think I've enough brain cells left to talk after that?"

I staggered to my feet and took off my dirty shorts, using them to wipe at my ass, feeling more than a little conflicted at removing Victor's cum from my skin. Victor watched me as I tossed the shorts aside and, feeling my energy return, I scooped him off the floor before he could get off his knees.

His squeal was loud enough to make my ears ring as he reached up and clung onto my neck like I might drop him as I walked to the unmade bed and sat down. I cradled him to my chest and rested my chin on his head when he let go of my neck.

He instantly relaxed against me, and my chest ached for a different reason as I got walloped by all the feels. I breathed in his scent and murmured quietly, "Talk to me."

His sigh held something that made my nerves jangle and I had to fight myself from tensing up when I wanted him to open up to me.

"Did you mean what you said on the bus yesterday?" Unable to see his expression, it was hard to get a read on him when he remained tucked against me.

"Which part? Give me a clue." His hand moved up my chest and whether or not it was an unconscious move, it sat right over my heart.

A long silence followed, but I knew Victor, so I waited him out, giving him the time he needed to figure out how to say what was on his mind. "The part where you said you loved me… loved my sweetness."

Oh…

I tucked a finger under his chin and encouraged him to look up at me. I needed him to see how sincere I was. See I was being honest with him.

A strangled groan became lodged in my throat at the vulnerability that had gotten its hooks in my heart from the very beginning, which brought with it the need to protect him. To love him. Words tumbled from my lips. "I love you. I've loved you secretly for years. In the beginning, I wanted to give you time to heal. To show you that you could trust me, and I wouldn't hurt you like Davey did.

"Only somehow I got too wrapped up in putting up barriers to protect you while I waited for you to heal. Problem was, I struggled with how to take them back down when I realized somewhere in the back of my mind that you have the power to hurt me if you decided you didn't want my love. It's a hard line to travel when I never wanted to push you. Take away your choice when you'd had a lifetime of that with Davey."

Quick shuddery breaths hit my face as he stared at me with tear-drenched eyes that would have taken me to my knees. Then his mouth was on mine, kissing me with emotions that stole my breath and awakened my desire. Hands stroked up my cheeks and finished in my hair as Victor angled his mouth, encouraging me to part my lips.

When I finally came up for air, we were flat on the bed. My cock was hard once more, my fingers buried inside Victor's ass as he rocked his hard shaft against mine. "Condoms, lube," I growled, a fiery need at the base of my spine telling me I was close to coming again. I wanted to be inside him desperately, but his safety was more important despite the frantic urge to thrust bareback with no lube inside him.

"In the drawers," he mumbled through kiss-swollen lips, looking to the side of the bed he'd chosen to sleep on.

We rolled over the bed, barely stopping in time to avoid me clunking my head on the corner of the bedside cabinet. Gone was the patient guy, in his place was a man who couldn't wait a second longer. I opened the drawer with a hand that shook so badly, in the end I had to let Victor up to get what we needed.

My cock jerked as erratically as my pulse when Victor gave me a shy smile as he slid the condom down my shaft, then drove me wild with teasing touches as he lubed me up. I nearly stroked out when he straddled me and titled his hips towards me, his cock thrusting out as he lifted his balls so I could see him stroke lube covered fingers over his asshole, making it slick and shiny.

"You're playing with fire." The husky rasp made me sound like I'd smoked thirty a day for forty years.

Victor shivered, his lips quirking up at the corners while he reached around him to grab my cock and give it a playful squeeze. "I like fire," he joked, his eyes sparkling with amusement and desire.

Then there were no more words, all I could do was feel and try to remember what my lungs were for. I was large and although I'd stretched him, the second the rim of muscle snicked around the head of my cock, the pressure was like no other. A tiny elastic band left on for several hours couldn't have felt this fucking tight. "Jesus… your ass!"

My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I groaned in response at the fucking audacity he had to squeeze the already too tight rim. "So fucking big…" he gasped. "Feels so good…"

Blood rushing to my brain, the one solely in charge, had my hands holding on to his hips in a frantic move when the head rush came with a violent need to come at his declaration. "Don't move… fuck… please… I'm gonna come if you move—"

"You mean like this?" he cheeked back as he ever so carefully moved an inch down my shaft.

Heat and pressure sent another wave of soul altering pleasure to my balls and the ache was too much. My teeth ground teether while I struggled not to thrust up and remove any opportunity to go at his pace and let him adjust. I was too fucking big for him, the way he was squeezing the fucking life from my cock. "I'm gonna hurt you," I ground out, sweating bullets. "You're too fucking tight… aren't I hurting you?"