Page 2 of How the Other Half Lives

I’d been in Vance’s apartment countless times and been in many others like it. It still never ceased to amaze me the stark difference between how he lived and how I lived. At this moment though, I didn’t care that the thread count of his sheets was higher than my weekly paycheck. I just liked having him in my arms.

The friendship that had blossomed between the two of us since that first time I did work in his apartment took me by surprise. I never would have imagined I’d have so much in common with a man like him. Yet, day after day, we found more things to talk about, more jokes, more laughter, a deeper friendship than I’d ever experienced.

Plus, the sex.

In a word: mind-blowing.

Vance took his time removing his jacket, loosening his tie, and making sure that the clothes didn’t wrinkle as he took them off. I probably took the same care with my clothes, but I had been aching all day to have him in my arms again. How after nearly two months or however long it had been, that I couldn’t get enough of him was beyond me. I shucked off my pants and dress shirt, tossing them unceremoniously onto the chair. Why he had a chair in his room never made sense to me. I suppose when one had room for extra furniture, they might as well use it. My tiny bedroom barely fit a king-sized bed and a nightstand.

Vance grinned when he was finally naked standing before me.

“I’m surprised you don’t have those things that hold your socks up. Not going to lie, that would be kind of hot to fuck you while you had those on.”

He smirked. The one corner of his mouth going up to reveal the dimple on his cheek. “They are called sock garters, and I do have some. I’m not putting them on, though. And who said you were fucking me tonight?”

Another thing I loved about Vance. He was vers, like me. He gave as good as he got and didn’t seem to mind either.

I trailed my hand down his torso, and I tried to keep the shiver from my body at feeling his skin against mine again. I craved him like a drunk might crave his liquor. His chest rose and fell with each breath and his abs twitched in the spot where he was ticklish.

I pressed my lips to his neck and tasted him. No matter what fancy meal I’d be having later, I knew that nothing was going to taste as good as what I was about to devour.

“Lie face down on the bed,” I whispered into his ear. I pressed a kiss just below his ear and nipped at the skin. “I’m hungry.”

He shuddered. “Fuck, Alex. The things you say to me.”

I smacked his ass lightly. “Move. We don’t want to be late, and I want to take my time with you.”

Vance leapt forward. He lay face down like I’d told him to. His naked body on display for me. His perfect ass wiggled as if he was trying to get some friction against his hard cock. He grabbed one of his pillows and wrapped his arms around it.

I grabbed the lube and condoms from the drawer and placed them on the bed.

Next, I kneeled behind him. I gripped his ass cheeks with my hands, palming the muscular globes. I pressed a kiss to one and then the other.

Vance tilted his hips, pressing his ass into my waiting hands. I spread his cheeks and swiped at his perfect hole with my tongue.

“Fuck, Alex!” He gripped the bedspread, his whole body going taut.

I didn’t let him distract me. I buried my face between his cheeks and flicked my tongue over his hole again and again until he could barely contain his movement. I had to hold his hips with one hand and use the other to work him open. Then I delved my tongue inside.

“Fuck. You’re good at that, Alex. You’re fucking killing me. I want to come. I want come so bad it hurts. Fuck me, please.”

I hummed, letting the vibrations work over his skin. “Soon,” I said. “I haven’t finished my meal.”

With a few more swipes of my tongue, I knew his body was ready for me. Vance was writhing beneath me, his body trembling. Any more attention from my mouth and he was going to cum hands-free into the bedding. I wasn’t much better. Someday perhaps I’d see if I could make us both come hands-free just by rimming him. Tonight was not that night.

Finally, I let up.

Vance gasped for breath like he’d just run a marathon. “Fuck, you are so good at that,” he panted. “I wasn’t sure if I wanted you to stop or keep going.”

“I had trouble deciding as well,” I admitted.

I sheathed the condom over my cock. Vance flipped over. He used his legs to urge me closer.

“I want to see you,” he said.

I couldn’t place the emotion that appeared in his eyes, but it almost stopped my breath. He looked at me like I was his world. Like I was far more important than I was.

It was lust. That’s all it was. It had to be. I was looking at him the same way.

He spread his legs, and I settled between them. I pressed a kiss to his cheek and buried my face in his neck. I lined up my cock to his hole and his body opened for me. Vance gripped my hips, urging me deeper.

Together we rocked. I slid in and out of him easily, and he met me thrust for thrust.

“Harder,” he urged me, and I obliged.

His nails bit into my skin where he held my hips. Then his hands were roving everywhere as if he couldn’t stop touching me. My ass, my shoulders, my pecs. His touch drove me wild.

Vance gripped the back of my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. His mouth crashed against mine like he was desperate for a taste of me. I could understand the feeling. It pushed me over the edge, and him too. Together we came, his come spurting between us while mine filled the condom. Our lips sealed together, capturing our groans.

Finally, he pressed his forehead to mine and put some space between our lips. Not much. I felt his breath against my mouth. His chest heaved with each breath, and he grinned up at me.

“I changed my mind about dinner,” he said. “I see now why we stay in all the time.”

I laughed, then reluctantly pulled out of him. I kissed his cheek. I never wanted to stop kissing him. It was a bad habit I’d picked up since visiting him so often. “C’mon. We still have time to fix your hair and get dressed. We’re not missing dinner.”

It surprised me that I didn’t just take the out. I didn’t want to go to dinner, but it seemed like something that was important to Vance, so I was going. As much as I did want to stay in with him, at least I wouldn’t spend the evening with unreleased tension.

With any luck, we’d return home for the second act.