Page 14 of Rocking the Receiver (Austin Troopers)

CHAPTER 14

THE PROMISE

Rupert

“Humph…” Such an unsophisticated and loud yawn!

Did I do that?

Face buried on the fluffy hotel pillow and arms beneath it, I lie on my stomach, fidget, and grumble my satisfaction.

“Mmm, that feels good.” I wet my swollen lips. One touch from his fingertips is enough to set my body ablaze. My lover intensifies the feather light patterns he’s drawing on my back in a feeble attempt to wake me.

“Need more sleep… Need to recover…” I whimper at his TLC as my sleepy body pebbles in bliss. We haven’t left the room since Elliot met me at the airport. Ordering room service, we keep testing our chemistry. Skin slapping became his new favorite fun. Christening every inch of this place was his idea, though. This is so atypical of me. I rarely do repeats, preferring faceless hookups and not spending the night… until Elliot. But it’s not like I’m not on board with his plans. He’s delivered what I asked for: make me feel alive again. His honor demanded that he make amends for—I quote—“his poor initial performance.” My reassurance wasn’t met with success, so practice made perfect.

One of my thighs artfully rests over the comforter. The room reeks of sweat, food, and sex. Today is the last of our four-day retreat, or should I call it our sex-marathon. He’s been rubbing off on me, and we’ve been going at it like horny teenagers. He said that we should make up for lost time. I agreed to disagree. We happened at the right time.

“Need you…” Elliot’s hand makes descends to my lower back, then kneads my butt cheek. His index finger brushes my tailbone before heading to the cleft of my ass.

I swat his adventurous hand. “Stop,” I warn.

“Ouch! You’re mean,” the brat whines.

“And you’re insatiable!” I swivel my head to the left and meet his raunchy gaze.

My uncertainty about what he sees in me lingers. Not that it matters right now. All I know is that these few days have pleased me to no end. Elliot makes me ridiculously happy… alive, and that’s not only lust talking. He’s funny. He’s attentive. He’s passionate, in every sense of the word.

If I’m just a means to an end, that’s fine by me. Punching his V-card weighed heavily on him, as if he wasn’t “truly gay” until it was done. I could very well be the only gay person he knows, and directing his interest towards me was because I’m a safe bet, obviously incapable of hurting him.

“Look, Elliot, I’m old and tired,” I supply, in case it’s not obvious. “What time is it anyway?” The drawn curtains don’t give much away, except for a sliver of natural light.

“Morning sex is the best sex,” the expert retorts instead of answering me. In a swift move, he snatches the comforter to expose more of my naked body.

His tongue hungrily travels across my shoulder blade, and I quiver. With that, he leans over, wickedly licking the back of my neck up to my ear.

“And shut up! Thirty isn’t old,” he counters in a breathless whisper. “Don’t you get it? You’re like a fine wine anyway: You improve with age.” Guess I missed that point; what I do get, though, is the delicious tingle of his impressive wood. Caressing my rear end. Taunting my weaknesses. Crumbling my defenses.

I will myself to focus on the conversation rather than the sensations he elicits in me, between his ministrations and his impressive manhood tempting me while resting between my butt cheeks—for now.

“Enlighten me, then. How have I improved according to your twisted logic? By the way, I turned thirty-one two months ago, so…”

His powerful gulp proves he’s registering this information. So far, we haven’t discussed milestones, apart from his unique birthday that earns him an annual video chat on March 1st. I wait for his answer.

“What? You finally succumbed to my boyish charms. If that doesn’t show improvement, I don’t know what does.” His lips nibble at mine. His hand glides along my hipbone, clumsily reaching for my balls. He fondles them before taking hold of my semi. He squeezes. I hiss. We moan.

“You’re not playing fair. Not that I’m complaining, mind you, but…” I trail off, slowly getting my bearings from this sweet wakeup call.

His teeth gently bite my earlobe. “Never said I was.” His fat cock is lodged between my cheeks now.

“Last night you said you loved late night sex,” I remind him in a teasing tone.

The fucker subtly moves behind me, and my ass clenches. So much for being focused on the conversation. He’s a fast learner and already knows exactly what he’s doing. “I do.” His hot breath tickles my ear. “With you, I love every moment of sex.”

“With me , huh? Me!” I insist. “Didn’t you confess that, aside from being on the receiving end of a few blow-jobs, you made a point of saving your firsts for me?”

“And?”

“And I don’t see how what you said makes sense!”

“I shall clarify, then.” Still pancaked to my back, his fingertips wander along my side. His heady scent is messing with my willpower. I exhale to suppress yet another moan. “It just means that I want you 24/7.” He grinds against my fevered skin. “You, Rupert David Smith! I’m not interested in anybody else. What can I say? You’re as addictive as I thought you’d be. I’ve had a taste, but I want the whole shebang.”

Only the first four words register. He can’t quite see me frown. “What did you call me?” In the blink of an eye, I untangle my body from his, roll over, and snatch a large pillow for better support. I stare at him and mourn his warmth now that he’s lying on his side.

“Rupert Smith. Why? Isn’t it your name?” His voice is laced with confusion.

“No, no, no, you called me David. No one calls me David. Ever!” Damn, this might have come out too harshly. Despite the relative darkness, the unmistakable crease between his brows deepens. There’s no way I would have used my middle name around him; how does he know it? Racking my brain, I try to remember if even Tim is privy to this information… Nah, he definitely isn’t.

Extending his arm, he switches on the nightstand lamp and purses his lips.

Blinking a few times, I adjust to the sudden brightness and look at this gorgeous man. He hasn’t looked like a teenager in a long time, even though I’ve convinced myself of the opposite. With his elbow bent, his head rests on his splayed hand, so I eye his bulging bicep and mimic his posture. His eyes are shooting daggers.

What exactly happened?

“What’s going on?” he eventually asks, flustered, then he raises his voice that’s tinged with amusement and annoyance. “Chillax, okay. What’s gotten into you anyway? I just made it up, okay?” Elliot’s chest heaves. He sucks in a breath. “Damn, you’re impossible!”

“You took a wild guess?” My astonishment must be written all over my face.

He shrugs, his eyes downcast. “Sure did. What can I say? You make me think of the David. I dunno. WTF anyway?” Then he stares into my eyes, daring me. Talk about a rude awakening! “Well, if you really want to know, you’re way hotter than the David. Not that I ever fantasized about Michelangelo’s statue! No matter what they say, size matters, and your dick suits me way more.” A mischievous smile stretches on his luscious lips, his tone suddenly playful.

Flabbergasted, I’m speechless and try to wrap my head around what just happened.

What were the odds that he'd randomly guess the name of my absent father that I'd never had the pleasure of knowing? I’m nowhere near ready to disclose that piece of information.

My fingers twitch; I ache to touch him. I reluctantly refrain, allowing him to carry on.

“ Always , Rupert. As far as I can recall, I’ve always wanted you .” His fingertips stroke my forearm. I swallow my confusion. “I was starstruck by your looks, but being around you made me realize that there’s so much more to you.” He pauses, screws his eyes shut for a split second, then pops them open, as if trying to read my soul. “That’s why I want to try this thing with you…” He splays his palm over my heart and the sprinkling of fair body hair that I kept after my modeling career ended. “Not the sex part, I mean, the relationship part…” He’s speaking faster than usual, his excitement palpable—unless it’s nervousness? “Well, the sex part on top of the relationship part, obviously.” A short intake of breath. “It’s not a marriage proposal, Rupert… and I’m not asking you to publicly come out or anything if we’re a thing, but I want to be closer to you. Being your short-term or long-distance boyfriend won’t do. My life is in Texas and that’s not about to change. I want you there.”

“You’re serious?” Again, I’m stunned. My lover nods, his gaze expectant. I take a deep breath, regretting that he chose to ask me to relocate closer to him while we’re both naked. My trembling hand cups his face. “Listen, I’m flattered by everything you just said… I really am. Don’t you think you’re getting ahead of yourself? I mean… I did call you my boyfriend, and I meant it, even before this.” I point at us alternatively. “I’ve never had a long-term boyfriend before, but I’m willing to give us a shot.”

He beams, kissing my forehead. It’s the sweetest kiss he’s ever given me, so I feel bad when I blurt out, “But like I also said, I’m old… er, and probably wiser.” He mutters something between clenched teeth that I don’t catch, but I don’t inquire. “This is a lot, Elliot. I can’t keep up with your energy and enthusiasm. I’m not against the idea, but moving away from New York is a big step. My life is here.”

“Is it?”

“Come on, you know it’s not as simple as that. I need to think this through, and to do that, I need more sleep.” I catch my breath. “Look, we’ve mostly interacted online. Don’t you think it’s time we really get to know each other, now that we have the chance? Let’s take it slow, huh...” Considering how I begged for him to jump my bones yesterday, I rephrase. “Well, slower.”

“That’d actually be counterproductive, sweetheart.” He covers my hand with his. Sweetheart… It rolled off his tongue so naturally that my heart skips a beat. “Stop overanalyzing everything. You said it yourself: You need a change of scenery. Austin is an amazing city. What better way to get to know each other better than to spend more quality time together by living nearby?”

Damn, he’s so single-minded. “You have a point.”

“Assertive is my middle name!” He winks.

“I’ve never heard such a true statement.” My teasing tone is met with a blistering kiss. I shiver and reluctantly break it. His earlier fiery reaction’s been bothering me. “What was this all about, really?”

“I hated that you doubted me. I am driven, but I can be a little impulsive and… passionate at times.” No kidding. “Coach says that, with the right guidance, that’s what’s going to make me an outstanding player. I want the right guidance from you when it comes to sex.”

“We’ve done plenty already.”

“Oh, come on! Don’t be a bore, Rupert. Plenty isn’t nearly close to what we discussed. There are things I want to try with you before this day ends,” he growls into my ear.

“Actually, checkout is at noon, babe, so we’ll have to get out of bed sooner or later.” I clear my throat. “That is, if I’m able to walk.”

“My point exactly.” In the blink of an eye, I’m on my back, with him lying on top of me. Who am I to complain? His suddenly gravelly voice soothes me. “I love your ass as much as it loves me, but it should rest. Your dick on the other hand…” Another squeeze. Another growl. Another demand. “You inside me, Rupert…” His damp hair grazes my temple. “I want it. Right. Fucking. Now.” The head of my cock awakens under his thumb’s attention. “I can tell you’re as raring to go as I am, old man.”

I squeal when his free hand playfully but forcefully slaps my cheek. “Are you sure you’re a virgin, babe?” I’ve never had such an ardent lover, but then again, I never had someone so much younger in my bed. Is it because of his age, his hormone-induced brain, vibrant personality, or limited experience that he can’t get enough sex? “I mean, you haven’t shied away from anything we tried.”

Fingering. Rimming. Fucking… and let’s not forget his impressive blow-job skills. He swears he’s not been influenced by porn.

The guy loves giving as much as receiving. Granted, I haven’t caved to his request to bottom. I want to ensure that I’m in the right mood to worship every inch of him. When the time comes, in Austin maybe?

After we had sex that first night, he offered to return the favor, which I politely declined, drifting into a peaceful sleep for a change. His constant pleas have received the same response. I don’t think he’s ready. I know I’m not. Elliot’s fervor to learn blinds him to what it implies for us. Maybe he’s right, I might be overthinking this. What can I say? I strongly believe that it’d change the dynamics we’re building as lovers. They have to be strengthened first. I like what we have. Exploring with him is definitely entertaining.

He claims that trying every possible gay thing in the book will help him become a better gay man. I understand his thirst for knowledge and respect his boundaries, like when I mentioned a couple of kinks, and he scrunched his nose. Then, he confirmed that he might be more vanilla than he originally thought. I laughed at that. To each their own, right?

One step at a time is the way to go, I remind myself. However, that’s not how we’ve been rolling lately.

Part of me is wary. What am I to him? I’m not sure what I was when we started this. Certainly, not commitment, and not for him to voice such a well-thought-out plan. I’m amazed at how his mind works. Must be why he’s so talented on the field, thinking several steps ahead.

Could we give this a shot? Give us a shot? For real?

One issue lingers, though. Whether Elliot wants to acknowledge it or not, my friendship with Tim is also on the line here. If Tim learns that I’m sleeping with his brother, he might believe I’m taking advantage of Elliot. Will he be able to grasp that I’m genuinely attracted to Elliot. So…

What now?