Chapter 5

Noah's breath caught. Sure, he'd watched Anton fuck male subs before, not so much for pleasure, but because it was the ultimate domination, male to male. It didn't matter if they were gay or straight. If they were willing to be schooled, if they needed to be broken down, they submitted to being fucked.

He turned and knelt in front of Hoyt, studying the other man's set expression. He liked his face, the hard lines, the steady, unwavering gaze. Despite his intimidating appearance, there was a hint of something a little vulnerable there. Hoyt was going the extra mile for him. This was more than just taking on a sub. He was opening himself to Noah. That they'd reached this point so quickly was surprising but also…intriguing.

Noah lay on his back, stretching out, resting his head on one arm as he stared at Hoyt. "I'd like that," he said quietly. "But first, I think I'd like to start slowly." He gave him a crooked smile. "Work up the courage. This is new to me."

Hoyt nodded and came down beside him to rest on his side, his head on his hand. "You can touch me however you want."

Noah was glad when Hoyt picked up his hand and held it against his chest, taking away the decision of where to start. When Hoyt drew his hand away, Noah smoothed his palm over the dark hair on Hoyt's chest. He cupped the muscles there, circled his nipples, and trailed his fingers downward toward his groin.

He'd played with men in the club, but he'd never done this, feasting his curiosity about how another man's skin would feel beneath his questing palm.

Hoyt's cock jerked as Noah lightly stroked his shaft and reached lower to palm his clean-shaven balls. Everything about the other man was large and hard. And there were scars. Cuts here and there as though from a knife blade—on his chest, his side, the top of one thigh.

"My scars are all burns, scuffed knees," Noah said. "These look like you got them in a fight."

Hoyt grunted. "Misspent youth. I was in a gang when I was a teenager. Stupid. I spent some time in juvie. I've been a model citizen since I got out."

"Bet you have." He gave Hoyt's cock a stronger tug, loving the way it filled his hand—hot, smooth satin over a steel-hard rod. Lord, Noah worried he'd never be stretched enough to take Hoyt, which reminded him of the plug in his ass. It still burned, but he liked the feel of it. Every time he moved, he was aware of its presence and what it meant. "Why me, Hoyt?" he asked, meeting Hoyt's hot gaze again. "I asked Moira about you. She said you hadn't been around in a long time. Not since…" Noah hadn't meant to pry, but he'd been curious enough to ask Moira everything she knew. She'd told him about Jason.

Hoyt's gaze darkened. "I had a partner. Jason. I met him when he subbed for me at La Forge. He was just back from Iraq, a medic, and working as an EMT. He died of cancer over a year ago."

"Sorry for your loss."

Hoyt's shrug was casual, but the hard set of his jaw said the memories still hurt. "Shit happens. That's what Jason said. We'd just found each other, just finished with this room, and then he was gone." Hoyt's mouth pursed, and then he drew a deep breath. "You're the first person I've invited here."

Noah gave him a steady stare. "Again, why me?" He smoothed his hand up and down Hoyt's cock in a steady rhythm, more soothing than arousing.

"Because you've known loss. And there was this…spark…when I first saw you," Hoyt said, his voice thick. "I was turned on, and you were, too. I could see it. For the first time since I lost Jason, I felt ready to put myself out there to get to know you."

Noah gave him a soft smile. "So we've both suffered loss. Mine, not as close, but we're both healing. I kind of like that. Makes this feel…I don't know…"

"Like it's supposed to happen?"

"Yeah. I guess." Noah rolled to his side and came closer, close enough his cock rubbed along the side of Hoyt's. "You'll have to show me what's possible. What pleases you."

"You're doing just fine," Hoyt whispered.

Noah kissed him while he stretched his fingers to wrap around both their cocks and hold them together as he rubbed. It was sexy and intimate. And when Hoyt's hand squeezed his hot ass, Noah had to break the kiss to breathe.

Hoyt held up a condom.

Noah reached for it and tore the package with his teeth. Glancing down between them, he rolled it down his cock.

"This, too," Hoyt said, handing him the lube.

Noah lubed his cock and then slipped his fingers between Hoyt's legs, reaching behind his balls to rub more lube on his hole. And then, because he didn't want to lose the connection and wanted to gaze into Hoyt's pale eyes when he did this, he pressed himself harder against Hoyt, waiting as he lifted his thigh to ride Noah's hip.

Holding his own cock, Noah rooted deep and placed the tip against Hoyt's opening, spread the other man's cheeks wider, and pushed. Just the head slipped inside—but fuck , that pressure nearly unmanned him. Noah's sphincter tightened around the plug in his ass, adding another layer of torturous pleasure. He closed his eyes and hissed air between his teeth.

Hoyt moved his upper torso away, changing the angle, letting Noah sink deeper. Movement was awkward but possible. Noah flexed and drove farther inside, the feel of the other man closing around him making him desperate for more. He rolled and moved over him.

Hoyt lifted his thighs.

Now, Noah could rut the way he wanted and have the intimacy he needed as he stroked and stroked, driving into Hoyt's body. Heat and pressure surrounded him, pulling him deeper, and he began the climb.

But he wanted Hoyt with him, wanted to see the moment his pleasure took him, so he braced his weight on one arm and wrapped his fist around Hoyt's cock while he plunged into his ass, faster and faster.

Hoyt's face reddened, and his lids slid dreamily down. His massive chest rose and fell with his deep breaths. When he clamped his hands on Noah's hips, Noah followed his urging to move faster, no matter if he was out of breath, no matter if he was ready to explode.

His balls cramped, and he shouted, squeezing hard on Hoyt's cock, thrusting as deep as he could when he came.

For long moments afterward, he hung there, each rhythmic spurt a beautiful relief. When he opened his eyes, Hoyt was smiling. His arms reached out, and Noah fell over him, sighing when they closed around him in a tight hug.

Hoyt hadn't come. His hard cock was still rigid between their bellies.

"That all right for you?" Noah whispered against the corner of his neck.

Hoyt chuckled. "Noah, you damn near killed me."

"But you didn't come."

"Because it's my duty to see to your pleasure first."

Noah lifted his head. "What can I do for you now?"

Hoyt raised an eyebrow and pushed on the top of his head.

Noah grinned as he moved down Hoyt's body. What had felt awkward the first time, embarrassing even, now provided its own sweet pleasure. Hoyt's large, masculine body was his to enjoy, his to pleasure, and he didn't take the responsibility lightly.

Wondering how the hell he'd gotten here so quickly, he opened his jaw and swallowed Hoyt's thick cock.

Who would have known he'd draw so much pleasure from sucking another man's cock. No , Hoyt's cock. There was just something about him—his musk mixed with a faint aroma of gasoline and orange-scented cleanser, his burly frame, his huge, hard cock—fuck, what did it matter why? Hoyt needed him. Wanted him. And Noah was ready to be needed and wanted.

For the moment, he'd suppress thoughts of what might happen down the road. For now, he was filled—his mouth, his ass…his heart. He'd follow his desires. Feed his senses. Which reminded him that Hoyt was still waiting, watching him with narrowed eyes.

Noah nearly smiled. The thought of Hoyt punishing him for not taking this blowjob seriously was such a happy one he sank deeper, taking Hoyt's thickness down his throat while his hand gripped Hoyt's balls and he worked a finger inside his ass. He hoped Hoyt thought he was a fast learner and that he'd want many more sessions with him because Noah was greedy now. He wanted more of Hoyt's hard loving.