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Nash

Who knew Porter would be the one to make me feel comfortable in my skin again. And yet, at the moment, I could practically claw it all away. Standing beside him all night, sharing little touches, heated looks, but otherwise keeping everything very PG, had just about done me in with frustration.

When Porter had asked if I was ready to go, I’d been hard pressed not to nod vigorously and drag him out of there. Still, we hadn’t been all over each other in the limo, though he’d held my hand tight in his, so I didn’t think he’d had a change of heart.

“My room,” he rasped as soon as we were inside the apartment with the door locked.

“You’re awfully pushy,” I muttered the heavy feeling that had been settling on me lifting again. Hooking an arm around his neck, I pulled him toward me and kissed him.

“My room has lube,” he said against my lips.

“Fair point. Port?” I asked.

“Yeah?”

“Where does this leave us? After tonight?”

“Your mine now,” he said. “No more pretending to be straight anymore.”

“No fake dating?”

“Real dating. Real fucking. Probably every night?”

I could deal with that. It was as if I’d woken to find out the fantasy I’d had was actually true. But he was still him and I was still me and I wasn’t sure how we’d meet. Sexually, yes, I got that. In life? Life was messy. We were so different.

“Genius,” he said, getting my attention, the name not mocking me. “You’re thinking too hard. We’ll still be friends. We work as friends. As roommates. And now we can fuck, too. All works. All good.”

He grabbed the front of my shirt and tugged me toward his bedroom. I was quickly reminded that though he like to submit, he was a lot stronger than me.

I stumbled along behind him, shedding my coat and tie on the way, then kicking off my shiny shoes and managing to toe off my socks. By the time we got into his bedroom, I was only in my unbuttoned shirt, undershirt and pants.

Porter smiled, giving a small nod, as he surveyed me. I tugged off my T-shirt, taking the dress shirt with it and dropped them to the floor. Immediately, I reached for Porter to unbutton him.

“You’ve seen a whole lot of me and I’ve barely seen any of you.”

“Fuck, I walk around here practically naked all the damn time. You’ve seen me.”

“Why do you do that?” I asked, suddenly suspicious.

“Why do you think?”

My eyes narrowed, but I didn’t stop slipping the pearly disks through the buttonholes while I questioned him. “But you thought I was straight.”

“Maybe my gaydar wasn’t completely broken when it came to you. Or maybe, I was hoping you’d be gay for me. Maybe, I’m a masochist.”

I yanked off his shirt much the way I’d stripped off mine. “Or maybe all three.”

He shrugged, and I reached for his pants, intent on getting him naked and getting my mouth on him. As soon as I had his fly open though, he reversed our positions and pushed me down on the bed, climbing over me. I stared up at him, meeting the heat in his eyes with heat of my own. When he bent to kiss me, I met him halfway.

“Are you planning to be a good princess for me?” I teased. Porter was no princess, except for when he was being extra needy.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea how good I can be,” he said against my lips as I reached down and tugged his pants lower. In his position, they wouldn’t go farther than his upper thighs, but I was still able to free his cock and wrap my hand around him.

“Fuck, Nash.”

“You see what you did to me with a couple hundred people just yards away?”

“Mmm…” he moaned, the sound almost a mew of pleasure.

I jacked my fist along his length, drawing his pleasured sounds, returning the favor he’d given me earlier. “You going to come all over my belly before I turn you over and fuck that ass?”

“Fuck, Nash,” he gasped again, and it was quickly becoming my favorite phrase in the world.

I moved my lips to his ear. “Oh, yeah, babe, Nash is going to fuck you. You have no idea how much pent-up frustration I have waiting for you.”

He licked his lips, breathing hard as he stared down at me. Determination in his gaze, his jerked his hips, fucking my hand while his balls grazed my own dick still trapped inside my pants. Almost as if realizing I was still clothed, he clawed between us, trying to push my trousers down. I lifted my hips to assist him and groaned as his warm sac dragged along my naked cock.

I shoved him off me so I could shuck off the rest of our clothes then pulled him back to where he’d been.

“Do that again,” I demanded.

“Do what?” he taunted, fucking into my tight fist again and tormenting me with the swing of that flesh over me, skin-to-skin this time.

“That,” I gritted, using my free hand to drag him closer for more friction. We groaned, rubbing together, touching. I explored him with my hand and mouth, tasting his skin, tracing the multitude of muscles that only an athlete in peak condition could have.

Before long, I released his cock and licked my palm before wrapping around him again, the slick giving just the right lubrication to take him to the edge as I jacked him into a fervor.

“Shit!” Porter yelled, throwing back his head as I took him to the edge then pushed him farther. Skimming my hand up his torso, I circled his pec and then zeroed in on the nipple. With a pinch and a tug, combined with my hand wringing along his shaft, I shot Porter over into his release, his cum spilling out onto my belly in fiery splashes.

I hugged him to me, stroking my hand over his back while his spend coated us both.

“Good boy,” I murmured into his ear, wondering how we’d gotten to this dynamic but knowing it was exactly right. Yesterday, I wouldn’t have thought we’d be here. Today, I wondered how I’d never seen it.

His breath huffed out. “I need you to fuck me, Nash. Need it. Now. Stuff is in the top drawer of the bedside table.”

I nodded. “Middle of the bed, that perfect rock-hard ass up.”

My breath shuddered in my chest as I anticipated what was to come. My hand shook as I reached for the condoms and lube that were right where he’d said they would be. I wasn’t nervous. Not even close. I just…couldn’t wait to fuck him. We’d gone from zero to a hundred so fast, but it still didn’t seem fast enough.

When I climbed back onto the bed, Porter was exactly as I’d ordered, his head turned toward me, resting on his arms. He watched me move, and his tongue ran over his bottom lip before he sucked that lip between his teeth.

“This is what you want?” I confirmed, trailing my fingers up his thigh and watching the goosebumps appear. I cupped one firm globe marveling at the carved perfection. What an ass.

“For longer than you know?” he rasped, his voice the only clue that he was on edge.

Kneeling beside his hip, I watched him as I traced the crack along the center of his ass. His eyes closed, and his mouth dropped open with an indrawn breath. Emboldened, rolled on a condom then I lubed up my fingers and worked them between his cheeks, seeking the place that would bring us both pleasure. Tracing the hole, I pressed demanding entrance but taking my time. Circling….scissoring…working inside ever so slowly. Until I was thrusting one long digit in and out. Then two. I added more lube and continued while Porter moaned and pushed into the me.

“Please,” he begged. “Please…fucking hell, Nash.”

“You’re doing so good, babe,” I said. “Keep working that ass against my fingers while I open you up, so I can fuck you good and hard.”

“Now,” he whined.

“Don’t want to hurt you.”

“I want to feel you. For days. I want to feel you for days. Just fucking fuck me already.”

“You will feel me.” Keeping my fingers working in and out while I loosened his hole, I leaned to the side so I could kiss him. His mouth was wild on mine, demanding. I knew what he wanted, but he wasn’t in charge right now.

But I barely was either. Crawling behind him, I shoved him down to the bed and forced his legs apart for me. With one hand I notched my dick to him then slowly started to push inside his ass. He closed around me like a fiery glove, squeezing hard, too hard, and I gritted my teeth to keep myself in check.

Planting my knees wide on the mattress, I pushed deeper. My hands grasped his biceps, holding them to the bed and at the same time, using them for leverage and letting him know who had the control.

Porter yelled out as I surged forward burying myself the rest of the way in him. I didn’t pause. I fucked him just the way he’d begged me to, my forehead between his shoulder blades while he writhed under me and I nailed him to the sheets, watching my cock disappear into him over and over.

I didn’t last long and for the second time that night, his iron grip had me coming with a choked cry.

“Holy shit,” Porter muttered when I collapsed on his back.

“Yeah.”

“Hope you know I’m never letting you go.”

I smiled, shaking my head. If only it were that easy. Tonight had been a fantasy come true, but who knew what tomorrow and real life would bring. But that was for tomorrow and not right now. Shoving away thoughts, I got rid of the condom then climbed back into bed with Porter and we fell asleep in a tangle of limbs.