Page 14 of Reverb (Larkspur Book 3)

Miles eyed the sprawled form of Liam at the opposite end of the couch. There was a fine tension running through the long, lean body, an almost replay of the night before. Only tonight, Miles was aware of what Liam wanted. He wasn’t going to make it easy on the man, though. As he said earlier, he wanted to teach Liam how to control his desires, and not to be afraid to ask for what he wanted. It wasn’t going to be an easy path, but it was a necessary one.

“Have you heard from Seth?” Liam asked.

“Yes, I spoke to him and Cal today. Seth will meet the plane for the trip up to Seattle, but Cal is out for the rest of the tour.”

“Why was Cal with Seth again? And why is he leaving the tour?” Concern was etched on Liam’s face.

“Cal had a legal problem, and Art, Seth’s brother, offered to help him. During his visit, he injured his foot, and he’s not mobile enough to chase after you guys, so he’s staying in LA. He’ll come to the final concerts, though.”

“I hope it wasn’t anything too serious. If I’d known, I could have gone to see him. Make sure he had everything he needed.”

“He’s in good hands and healing well. He’s just not able to get around too well.”

Liam didn’t look convinced, and Miles knew he needed to get Liam to refocus.

“Liam,” he said, lowering his voice, but keeping the tone firm. Liam’s gaze snapped to his. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”

“Worried. Frustrated.”

“What else?”

Liam’s breath hitched. “Guilty.”

The admission made Miles pause. He hadn’t expected that.

“Guilty, why?”

“Because… because I’ve let him… them down.”

“You need to explain more, Liam. Who are you letting down?”

“The guys. I should be there to help. They should have let me know they needed me.” Liam ran an agitated hand along his jean-clad thigh. A gesture Miles had witnessed before.

“And how is that guilt manifesting, Liam? How is it making you react?”

“My skin feels tight and itchy. I just want it to go away, but it won’t. I’ve let them down, and I shouldn’t have.”

“What do you normally do to get rid of the feeling?” Miles asked. He had a good idea of what the answer was going to be, but he needed to hear it from Liam.

“I… I get myself off, or if it’s really bad, I find someone to get me off.”

Miles moved to the edge of the couch, resting his elbows on his knees as he watched Liam.

“Tell me what you want, Liam?”

Tortured brown eyes met his own. The tip of Liam’s tongue brushed against his bottom lip. “Please, Miles. Will you… will you fuck me?”

A wave of satisfaction rolled through Miles at the request. Good. He was starting to trust him. Keeping his tone the same, he gave Liam instructions.

“I want you to go to your room and shower. I want you to clean and prepare yourself. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” Liam replied, a faint blush tinging his cheekbones.

“Off you go then. I’ll give you thirty minutes. Will that be enough time?”

Liam lurched up off the couch, and Miles could see the bulge in his jeans. “I can be ready quicker.”

“No. You will take the full thirty minutes. You will practice self-control.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Miles hid his reaction to the honorific. He didn’t think Liam realized what he’d said, and Miles wouldn’t make a fuss about it. Titles didn’t matter to him. The care of his partner was more important.

“Thirty minutes, Liam.”

Liam scurried from the room, and Miles took a few calming breaths of his own. He strode to his own bedroom, moving to the large window that overlooked the bustling city. Resting his hands on his head, willed his mind to quiet.

Liam’s stress had evident underlying factors, and he wondered if Liam needed to see a therapist. In the short term, though, he needed to help Liam through this. He needed to prioritize taking care of Liam and control his own desires.

Leaving the window, he moved to his adjoining bathroom to grab lube and condoms. After dropping them on his bed, he sat down and closed his eyes. Going through one of his meditation mantras, he guided the heat and energy from his arousal to the rest of his body. He’d studied tantric techniques many years before and still applied some principles to his life when he could. He intended to teach Liam to handle his stress on his own since he wouldn’t always be there to help.

Once he felt calm enough, he gathered the supplies and made his way to the guest room. Liam’s quiet response to his tap on the door had him enter the room to find Liam standing restlessly beside the bed, a towel wrapped around his waist.

Liam’s eyes widened when Miles tossed the lube and condoms onto the bed.

“You look gorgeous standing there, waiting for me,” Miles told him as he rounded the bed to stand a few feet away. “Your skin is glowing, and the scent of your body wash is intoxicating.” He took another step closer. “I love the way you’ve swept back your curls. I can see every inch of your handsome face.”

With each compliment, Liam’s eyes dilated, and the bulge under his towel grew.

“You like being complimented, don’t you, baby boy?”

“Yes,” Liam said, breath hitching as he nodded.

“I’m going to touch you now. If at any point you want to stop, what do you say?”

“Re… red to stop everything, and yellow if I want to slow things down.”

“Good boy. You remembered.” Miles gave him a smile. “I want you to move to stand in the bathroom doorway, facing the mirror.”

Liam frowned but complied. The air in the bathroom was foggy from Liam’s shower, but the full-length mirror was clear enough to see their reflection. Miles moved to stand behind Liam. They were the same height at just over six feet tall, so he angled himself off center to see over Liam’s shoulder.

A bead of water snaked down Liam’s neck and collarbone before dripping over his pec. Miles traced it with a finger, his touch delicate and fleeting. Goosebumps rose across Liam’s shoulders, and his breath hitched as Miles circled his nipple. The small dark nub pebbled in response, making Miles smile in satisfaction. So responsive.

Miles softly caressed Liam’s chest, which was covered with a light smattering of dark hair. He followed this down to just above Liam’s bellybutton, which he circled, like he had Liam’s nipples. Below the towel, Liam’s cock jerked, and with a tug at the knot, the towel fell to the floor, revealing Liam in all his naked glory.

“Look at you, baby boy. You’re magnificent.”

Miles positioned himself behind Liam so he could wrap his arms around him. Liam canted his head to the side so their gazes could meet in the mirror. Miles ran both hands up and down Liam’s rib cage, down to his hips, tracing up the prominent V of his pelvic bones. Every time he did, Liam’s cock twitched in response, the red, swollen head pointing straight up.

“Is this okay, Liam?” he asked.

“Touch me, please.”

“I am touching you, Liam. Is it not enough?”

“Touch my cock. I want you to touch my cock.”

Miles ran his index finger from the base to the tip. “Like that?”

“No, Sir. I need you to hold me. Stroke me.”

“You used your words. I like that. I like it when you tell me what you want.”

A pearl of pre-cum appeared at the tip of Liam’s cock, and Miles gave a low groan. “Oh, baby boy. You like me being happy with you, don’t you?”

Liam nodded, his gaze never leaving Miles’s in the mirror. Without breaking the connection, Miles caressed along Liam’s cock again, this time capturing the drop of pre-cum, and leisurely brought his finger to his mouth. He lapped his finger with just the tip of his tongue, and Liam gave a tortured whimper, his hips punching forward, pre-cum now flowing freely from his slit.

“You taste divine. Last night, I wanted to lick every drop of your cum off my fingers. I wanted to know if you tasted as beautifully as you looked when you came in my hand.”

“Ugh….” Liam moaned, his hand dropping to grasp the base of his cock, knuckles turning white as he squeezed himself.

“Do my words make you want to come?”

“Yes. But I want to come with you inside me. Please, Miles. Fuck me.”

***

Liam tried to keep the pleading tone out of his voice. He was so desperate to come, but he needed to be fucked.

Miles took a small step back, and for a second, Liam thought he was leaving. Relief washed through him when Miles’s hand tracked down his spine, his touch as light as it had been over his chest and cock. Warm hands cradled his buttocks, tenderly kneading.

“Your ass is a thing of beauty, Liam. So round and muscular. I bet your hole is just as pretty, isn’t it?”

Liam adjusted his stance, hoping Miles would explore further. A finger traced from the small of his back to the top of his crease and Liam fidgeted, wanting more.

“Words, Liam.”

The hushed reminder made Liam’s gut clench. Why was it so hard to ask for what he wanted?

“Touch my hole, Miles. I need to feel you inside me.”

In response, Miles spread his cheeks apart before sliding a finger deeper into his crease. As he touched the delicate skin around Liam’s entrance, a satisfied smile spread across the older man’s face, sending a surge of pleasure through Liam. He’d made Miles happy.

“Oh, such a good boy. You’ve started prepping yourself, just like I asked.” A strong finger probed his opening, moving freely thanks to the lube Liam had applied. Liam hissed as Miles’s finger breached him, and Miles stopped.

“How long has it been since you’ve had someone inside you, Liam?”

“Three months or so, but I’ve used my dildos a few times.”

“I’d like to see that one day, baby boy. Will you show me how you fuck yourself with your dildo?”

“Yes,” Liam whimpered.

“But not tonight. Tonight it’s going to be my cock in your ass. It’s my cock that is going to stretch you and make you come.”

Liam nodded without speaking, pushing his ass back, needing movement. He needed to be filled.

“I’m just going to get the lube. Don’t move.” Miles stepped away, and Liam grasped either side of the door frame to hold himself up.

“Oh, I like that position. Stretch your arms up and widen your legs.”

Liam complied, catching sight of himself spread out in the mirror. His skin was flushed, and his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. His cock bobbed in front of him, red and leaking.

He rose on his toes as Miles’s finger breached him once more, this time more smoothly, thanks to the extra lube. Miles inched his finger in and out a few times, and Liam reveled in the feeling of someone else’s finger in his ass. A second finger joined the first, and he whimpered as he rocked, chasing Miles’s hand as it moved back and forth.

“More,” he gasped.

“Soon,” Miles promised, as he added a third finger. “Your hole is taking my fingers beautifully. I can’t wait to get my cock inside of you.”

“Please, Miles. I’m ready.”

“Color?”

“Green. Please, Miles. Fuck me.”

His body clenched at the sudden loss of Miles’s fingers, and he was dimly aware of the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Miles’s hands came to rest on his hips, and the brush of a hard cock along his crease had Liam crying out.

“Are you ready, baby boy?”

Liam nodded wildly, pushing himself back. Miles rubbed along his crease before spreading his cheeks and notching against his entrance.

“Breathe for me, baby boy. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Liam took a few deep breaths, and as he exhaled on the third one, Miles nudged forward inside him. Another inhale and exhale, and Miles pushed past the first ring of muscle, and Liam’s eyes watered as he bore down.

So full. He felt so full. Miles’s arms wrapped around his chest, his voice low and husky in Liam’s ear.

“Fuck, Liam. You feel so good. So hot and tight.”

Hearing Miles curse made Liam’s toes curl. The man rarely swore at all, and the fact he was now, while buried inside of Liam, made him feel so good.

“I want you to watch us in the mirror, Liam. I want you to see what you look like as I fill you with my cock.”

Liam locked his gaze onto the mirror, watching as his body moved in unison with Miles’s. He braced his arms as their thrusts got stronger, Miles ramming into him, making his body jolt. As sensation grew low in Liam’s gut, Miles abruptly stopped, making Liam cry out, hips pushing back, trying to get Miles to move again.

“No. Don’t stop.”

“I need more leverage, baby boy. Move forward and put your hands on the sink.”

Liam complied, bending over and stretching his body. He groaned as Miles reentered him, the angle just right.

“Oh, yes. Right there.”

“You going to come on my cock, baby boy? You should see how perfectly I fit inside of you. It’s like you were made for me.”

Liam reached for himself, only to have his hand batted away.

“No, Liam. I told you I wanted you to come all over my hand again so I can taste every drop of you.”

“I’m close, Miles. Please, make me come.”

Miles clutched his hips, slamming into him a few times, before crowding Liam’s back and taking his cock into his hand. Liam fucked into the tight grip, his body wanting Miles deeper and harder in his ass, while his cock wanted to thrust into the hand holding him.

“Oh fuck. I’m gonna come. Miles. Aghh. Miles.” With a cry, Liam’s body surrendered to the sensations, and he spurted hot cum all over Miles’s hand while his ass clenched around his dick.

“Liam!” His name was the only thing Miles said as he reached his own orgasm. They both shuddered through their releases, the sound of their breaths harsh as they struggled to get air into their lungs. Miles eased Liam to a standing position but not withdrawing.

Meeting Liam’s eyes in the mirror, Miles brought his hand to his mouth and slowly licked Liam’s cum from his fingers. Liam’s cock twitched at the sight. He was still half hard, and Miles rolled his hips, grazing Liam’s prostate.

Liam gave a gasp and clenched, eliciting a moan from Miles.

“So good, baby boy. You were so good. You took my dick beautifully. And you taste as good as I imagined.”

A tightness in Liam’s chest loosened at the praise.

“Th… thank you.”

“I’m going to pull out now, and we’re going to get cleaned up.”

“Will--?” Liam broke off, suddenly shy.

“What do you want to ask, Liam?”

“It doesn’t matter. It was nothing.”

“Baby boy, don’t undo everything we’ve just done. Ask your question.”

“Will you stay with me tonight?”

Miles gave him an enigmatic look before smiling and nodding.