Page 22 of Tough Guy (Game Changers #3)

Fabian fell on top of Ryan’s enormous body and kissed him. It was hard to do because he was laughing. And maybe Ryan was laughing too. It felt good to get all of their sexual laundry aired before they started playing around. It was refreshing to be so honest with a new partner.

Ryan had just trusted Fabian with a lot of personal stuff, and Fabian wasn’t taking that lightly. He was determined to make this as good as possible for Ryan, who, it seemed, had not had much positive sexual experience.

Fuck that. Fabian happened to be quite good at sex. At least, he assumed he was. He had no reason to believe otherwise.

And Ryan, despite all his warnings to the contrary, was a very good kisser. There was maybe a tad too much beard in the way, even with the trim, but his mouth was heavenly. Warm and soft and welcoming. Fabian squeezed Ryan’s hips with his knees and dove in.

Ryan had his enormous hands on Fabian’s back, but he kept them on top of his shirt.

Fabian wanted to rip the shirt off. He wanted every scrap of fabric between them gone, but more than that, he wanted to respect Ryan’s boundaries.

So he threaded the fingers of one hand in Ryan’s thick hair and planted the other on the mattress. He would let Ryan set the pace.

He could feel Ryan’s erection, though. It was...difficult to ignore. He didn’t like to think of himself as someone who cared about size, but the bulge in Ryan’s jeans was certainly intriguing. And encouraging. Ryan couldn’t be entirely uncomfortable right now.

“You are a fantastic kisser,” Fabian murmured, remembering that he was supposed to be providing positive reinforcement.

“Thanks.”

“You can touch me, if you want. Under the shirt, I mean.” He nipped Ryan’s earlobe and whispered, “I’ll let you get to second base.”

Ryan laughed and gently freed the hem of Fabian’s shirt from his pants.

He slid his hands under the shirt, gripped Fabian’s waist, and curled his thumbs around to rest on his stomach.

Ryan’s hands were so large on Fabian’s slim frame that his fingertips nearly met on Fabian’s spine.

Fabian wanted those hands everywhere. He squirmed, trying to encourage Ryan to explore, and his ass brushed Ryan’s erection.

“Sorry,” Fabian said. “Do you want me to move somewhere else? It’s kind of hard to avoid that thing.” Then he quickly added, “Not that I want to avoid it. But you want me to, right?”

“I, um...”

“Anything you want. Tell me.”

“Could—could you do that again?”

Fabian could tell the words had cost Ryan something, so he didn’t tease him. “Gladly.” He rotated his hips, slower this time, as he gave Ryan his best attempt at a lap dance. His ass caressed the substantial length of Ryan’s cock, and Ryan shuddered beneath him.

“Oh god.”

“Good?”

“Yeah. Fuck. Keep going.”

Encouraged, Fabian sat up straighter and kept his hips moving in a slow, grinding pattern as he peeled his shirt off over his head.

“Oh,” Ryan breathed. “Wow.”

“Touch me,” Fabian breathed. “Please.”

Ryan’s hands slid up his sides and across his chest, pausing to gently rub his nipple piercing. He had worn one of his more ornate ones tonight: a silver filigree clicker with dark blue stones. When Ryan brushed his thumb over it, Fabian lost his rhythm.

“Holy shit,” he said, then laughed. “You’d think I’d get used to that.”

“I like this,” Ryan said. His voice was a low rumble that went straight to Fabian’s balls. “It suits you.”

“Have at it,” Fabian panted.

“Come here. I want to kiss you.”

Fabian fell forward, sliding his hands under the hem of Ryan’s tank top as he brought their lips together.

Ryan held the back of Fabian’s head as he kissed him, his thumb caressing the side of his throat.

Fabian loved his hands. He wanted those long, thick fingers wrapped around his dick. He wanted them inside him.

“Can I take this off?” Fabian asked, tugging at Ryan’s shirt.

“Yeah. Okay. Let me—” He did a crunch and quickly yanked both his shirts off, then lay back on the mattress.

“Look at you. Gorgeous.”

Ryan’s stomach was flat—not a six-pack, but definitely toned—with a trail of dark red hair leading down from his belly button. His pecs were spectacular; huge and solid and blanketed with more red hair. He had no visible tattoos or piercings, but there were several bruises and scars.

Fabian didn’t even realize he’d been absently smoothing his palms over Ryan’s torso until Ryan stopped him by gently pulling one of his hands to his mouth and kissing the inside of his wrist.

“Do you want me to stop?” Fabian asked.

“No. I’m actually really fucking turned on right now.”

Fabian wriggled his ass against Ryan’s erection. “I noticed.” He bent down whispered into Ryan’s ear. “Does he want to come out to play?”

Ryan huffed out a laugh. “I think so.”

“Good. Because I know someone who is dying to meet him.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

Fabian winked, then slid down Ryan’s body so he could open the button on his jeans. “Tell me if you want to stop. Anytime, okay?”

“Okay. Keep going.”

Fabian slowly pulled Ryan’s zipper down and peeled open the fly of his jeans to frame the mouth-watering bulge in his briefs. Keeping eye contact with Ryan the whole time, Fabian placed his palm on it. “Fuck, you’re huge. Can I take it out?”

“Yeah. It’s weird, though,” Ryan warned.

“Weird?” Okay, now Fabian had to see it. He carefully pulled the waistband of Ryan’s underwear down to his thighs, and Ryan’s cock thudded against his stomach, huge and solid.

There was absolutely nothing, as far as Fabian could tell, weird about it. It was a beast for sure, long and thick and uncut. The head was an angry red, and his balls were fucking huge, but none of that was anything that Fabian would call weird. Glorious was a better word.

“Yeah,” Ryan sighed. “Like I said—”

“No! I love him!” To prove it, Fabian dipped his head and kissed the underside of his shaft. “There are so many things I want to do to you.”

“You don’t have to—”

Fabian held up a hand. “Ryan. I am talking to my new friend. Shush.”

Ryan laughed, which made Fabian feel a little bit proud. “Sorry. Continue.”

“How about we take these pants all the way off?” Fabian suggested.

“Yep. Here. I’ll do it. They’re tight.”

Fabian moved off of him so Ryan could sit up to remove his jeans, underwear, and socks. He could tell, when Ryan was fully naked, that he was starting to feel uncomfortable again. His hands flexed against his duvet, and he couldn’t make eye contact with Fabian.

“Would you mind if I joined you?” Fabian asked. “I’m a little worried about ripping these pants, to be honest. The situation is getting dire.”

“Sorry. Yeah. Please.”

Fabian stood and wriggled out of the rest of his clothing. His rigid cock sprang eagerly out of his underwear the second he began to remove them. He gave it a couple of strokes as a reward for being so patient.

“Oh wow. Can I do that? For you, I mean?” Ryan asked.

“Absolutely.” Fabian stood between Ryan’s spread thighs and braced himself with one hand on Ryan’s muscular shoulder. He plunged the fingers of his other hand into Ryan’s hair.

Ryan’s hand was dry, but it was so fucking big and warm. Fabian moaned at the contact, and moaned more when Ryan stroked him. God, he’d wanted this. Exactly this: Ryan Price naked with his hand on Fabian’s cock. It was perfect.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Ryan murmured. “I love your body.”

Fabian could only whimper happily in response.

He’d meant it when he’d told Ryan that he loved attention.

He was addicted to adoration and praise.

He’d quit all social media recently, because he’d been addicted to seeing how many likes each of his posts received.

Now his label managed his Instagram account for him.

He rarely received the adoration he craved from the men he hooked up with. Not like this. Not like the wonder he saw now in Ryan’s eyes, or the reverent way he touched him.

Fabian’s toes curled against the fancy carpet in Ryan’s bedroom when Ryan teased his slit with the pad of his thumb. Then Ryan leaned in and licked his nipple piercing, and Fabian nearly lost it.

“Fuck! Fuck. Stop. Just for a second, stop.”

Ryan released him immediately and looked at him with concern. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” He laughed. “I wasn’t kidding earlier. About my little problem.”

Ryan’s expression was puzzled, and then he understood. “It’s not a problem. I’d like to make you come now. Can I?”

Fabian nodded, his head foggy with lust. “Okay. Yeah. Do it. Then we can take our time.”

Ryan wrapped his fingers around him again, and Fabian’s cock twitched excitedly. This wouldn’t take long at all. Ryan’s other hand gently cupped and caressed Fabian’s balls as he stroked this time, and Fabian’s eyes rolled back.

“Fuck. Yes. Like that. Just like that. I’m going to—”

As usual, his orgasm detonated before he’d managed to stammer out a warning. But he couldn’t be mad about it. Holy fuck, it felt good.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that his release had landed on Ryan’s chest, and was clinging to his chest hair.

“Oops,” he said.

Ryan’s mouth hung open in an expression of pure astonishment.

“I did tell you—” Fabian started, but Ryan cut him off.

“Your face was so beautiful when you did that. Holy god.”

Fabian half crawled, half slumped into Ryan’s lap. “Thank you.” He rested his head on Ryan’s shoulder and closed his eyes. Ryan began stroking his hair, and Fabian was suddenly dangerously comfortable.

“You’re sleepy,” Ryan observed.

“Nope,” Fabian murmured, but he ruined his argument by yawning.

Ryan chuckled, then wrapped his arms tight around him and stood, carrying Fabian like a child and resting him gently on the bed with his head on a pillow. “It’s three in the morning. We can call it a night.”

“But I was going to show you my trick,” Fabian protested. The pillow was a perfect balance of soft and firm. He closed his eyes again.

“It can wait. I’ll be right back.”

Distantly, Fabian heard Ryan in the bathroom, running water and presumably washing the spunk out of his chest hair. Probably brushing his teeth. Maybe dunking his erection in cold water. A stab of guilt made Fabian open his eyes.

“What about you?” he asked when Ryan returned from the bathroom with a damp cloth.

“What do you mean?” Ryan gently wiped the warm cloth over Fabian’s torso, which had gotten sticky when he’d pressed himself against Ryan’s messy chest.

“I mean you got me off and I didn’t even try to get you off.” He noticed, as Ryan stood and tossed the cloth in a laundry hamper, that the other man’s erection had flagged almost completely.

“It’s fine. I’m probably way too tired anyway.” Ryan opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a clean pair of underwear. “Like I said, even at the best of times it’s a chore.”

“Not a chore,” Fabian argued, but it came out as one garbled word as he closed his eyes again.

Ryan got into bed beside him, and Fabian immediately scooted over to be the little spoon. “You’re so warm,” he murmured happily.

Ryan kissed the top of his head. “Good night. And thank you.”

“Anytime.” Fabian’s last thought before he drifted off was that he knew he meant it.