Straight Boy (Straight Guys 0.50)

“You aren’t,” Xavier said into his ear before biting his earlobe and sucking it into his mouth. A small noise left Sage’s lips. He was shivering.

“Don’t,” he managed, trying to open his eyes, trying to make himself push Xavier away. His body didn’t obey.

Xavier’s hand slid down Sage’s bare arm, sending goosebumps all over his skin. His nose pressed against the side of Sage’s face. Nuzzled there. “You smell nice, Blue Eyes.”

You, too. He nearly said it, because Xavier’s subtle, masculine scent was driving him crazy. He wanted—he needed—

Sage turned his head, blindly seeking Xavier’s lips. He wanted to be kissed. Wanted Xavier’s tongue in his mouth. In him.

But Xavier pulled away and straightened up.

Gasping, Sage opened his eyes and blinked, trying to make out that shadowed face in the dim light of the lamppost.

Xavier wasn’t looking at him. He was looking aside, his jaw clenched. Tension was coming off him in almost visible waves. Tension and anger.

Realizing his hand was still tangled in Xavier’s hair, Sage removed it.

Xavier flinched and looked back at him, dark eyes boring into him and making him hot all over.

They stared at each other, their breathing harsh and uneven.

Xavier took Sage’s chin with his fingers. Sage hated how the simple touch made him tremble again.

Xavier’s jaw tightened. Yes, he looked angry. With Sage? With himself?

“I’m going to fuck you,” Xavier said in a conversational tone at odds with the tense expression on his face. “I’m going to fuck you and get this out of my system.”

Sage swallowed. This was a terrible idea. But on the other hand, getting this out of his system sounded like a very good idea.

Sage took a step away, looked back at Xavier, and then headed to his apartment. He heard footsteps behind him, felt Xavier’s heavy gaze with his skin—the skin that suddenly seemed tight and oversensitive.

The walk home seemed both endless and over too soon. Sage was painfully aware of the man walking behind him, of every sound he made, every breath he took. Sage’s skin was hot, his mouth was dry, and his dick ached. He’d never wanted anyone to the point of being unable to string two thoughts together—besides just getting home and getting under Xavier.

Finally, they were there.

Sage’s fingers shook as he pulled out his key to unlock he door. He could acutely feel Xavier’s body behind him. Sage didn’t turn around; he didn’t trust himself. He opened the door, went inside and headed straight to the bedroom. Switching on the bedside lamp, Sage finally turned around.

“Take your clothes off and lie on the bed,” Xavier said hoarsely, unbuttoning his shirt.

Sage’s mouth watered as he watched. He wanted to press his face into all that dark fuzz and start kissing his way down.

“Take off your clothes,” Xavier repeated, his eyes gleaming darkly.

Right.

Sage discarded his T-shirt, then unbuttoned his fly, sitting on the bed to tug his shoes off one by one before kicking his pants and boxers off and moving back to lie in the center of the mattress.

The bed creaked as Sage shifted his body, spreading his legs a little. He couldn’t deny that he liked how it made Xavier stare, his breathing uneven.

It made him giddy. Vulnerable and powerful all at once.

Xavier pulled out a tube of K-Y Jelly from his pocket and tossed it onto the bed.

Sage licked his dry lips. “You want me to—?”

“No. I’ll do it.” Xavier’s voice was clipped as his eyes roamed all over Sage.

Xavier undressed quickly and soon stood naked and magnificent before him, his toned, powerful body the definition of masculinity with his thick cock standing out hard. Sage licked his lips again, staring at Xavier’s cock. His own started to throb.

Xavier walked over and took the lube. “Roll over. Put a pillow under your hips.” Xavier’s voice was tense but controlled.

Sage was panting as he complied. He knew Xavier was looking at him, looking at his ass. It made him blush—and turned him on even more. Xavier loved his ass; Sage knew that.

Sage took a shaky breath in as Xavier’s slick finger touched between his cheeks, smearing the lube around his hole before suddenly shoving inside.

He yelped. “Are you crazy?”

“You can take it. We both know it. I’ve waited long enough.” Xavier leaned down and kissed the dimples above his ass, his hot mouth inches from his pumping finger. Sage felt his hole getting slick, relaxing and clenching around Xavier’s finger. He moaned a little as Xavier pushed another finger into him and humped his hips back against Xavier’s hand, panting. “Come on—enough. Need it.”

“What do you need?”

“Huh?”

“Tell me what you need.”

Sage swallowed, barely able to think, and said, his voice hoarse and breathy, “Your dick.”

“What about my dick?”

“Don’t be an asshole.”

“Say it.” Xavier’s fingers pushed against his prostate, sending pleasure running from the tips of Sage’s toes straight to his leaking cock. Sage gasped and panted into the blanket, desperate for more.