Scum (Wrong Side of the Tracks 1)

Ros couldn’t even blink as his mouth watered. He’d never imagined things could develop so fast between two strangers. He’d barely learned Shane’s name, and yet he had no intention to stop despite not yet feeling ready to take his own jeans off. He might be confident about his face, but he’d never been intimate with a guy, and the prospect of letting Shane touch him felt overwhelming.

“You’re… so handsome,” he whispered, in awe of the veins on Shane’s big hands, and already knowing he’d be drawing them tomorrow.

Shane tugged on his belt, and the rasp of leather pulling through denim loops made Ros curl his toes. With gaze fixed on his willing victim, Shane stepped between Ros’s spread legs and leaned over him, placing his hands on either side of his head. “I’m gonna fuck you tonight.”

Ros’s heart stopped, then resumed at the pace of a comet cutting through the sky. The statement was so blunt. To the point. And despite being so stunned, Ros was confident he wouldn’t say no. His face was hot as if he were dipping it in hell. If his dad never found out though…

He placed his hands over Shane’s and gave a little nod, unable to speak.

Logic told him this wouldn’t be some transcendent experience, but he was under this man’s spell now, even if he’d mean nothing to him tomorrow.

Shane kissed him, tickling the seam of Ros’s hungry lips with the tip of his tongue. “Good boy. Where’s your lube?”

Ros had to take a second to compose himself. This was really happening. While he was too scared to own a dildo, since it might end up being found, he had sometimes toyed with himself using fingers. But actual sex? With another man? Now that it was a possibility, his mind didn’t just turn liquid. It evaporated altogether, leaving behind mush.

“Am I that obvious?” he uttered, hiding half his face in his hand and pointing to the drawer in his nightstand with the other.

Shane hummed and stretched over Ros’s flushed face. He only did it to reach the item he wanted, but Ros liked to imagine that this cool, dangerous guy wanted him to have a good look at his body.

“Hm, you learn to see the way men look at you. That’s when it becomes obvious,” Shane said and lowered his ass to Ros’s hips, suddenly rolling it to the beat coming from downstairs.

He reminded Ros of a jaguar playing with his prey, and it was impossible not to glance down at the bulge in his open pants. “I’ve never—fuck. I’ve already said, haven’t I?” At least the darkness helped keep nerves at bay. Tinted by the red lights from outside, the ambience in the room was pure desire. And when Shane descended on him, shifting to cover Ros with his whole body, the ceiling above spun like an erotic merry-go-round.

“You smell so damn good,” Shane whispered as his teeth pinched Ros’s ear, making him push his hips up in desperate need. Fire licked his feet, the backs of his thighs, his balls, and the hard, fragrant body on top of him was the only solace, so he rocked against it, already breathless.

He wrapped his arms over Shane’s neck, hugging him. He would usually satisfy his desires in a world of secret fantasies, but the touchable nature of his current reality was better than any sensuous dream he’d ever had. Shane’s muscles danced under his touch, and Ros rubbed himself against the stubble on his to-be-lover’s cheek in a primal need to leave his scent on his mate.

He wasn’t ready, but he was gonna do it anyway.

“You smell like the ocean, and I want to dive in.” So maybe he was being sappy when for this guy this was surely yet another hook-up, but his heart was far too tender to be cut out of the equation.

Shane stalled, and his silence froze something deep inside Ros. Had he overdone it? Would Shane now pick himself up, give him a talk about not wanting to complicate their lives, and leave as fast as he’d burst into Ros’s world? A few seconds passed, but instead of rolling away, Shane descended on Ros with a wild flash in his eyes, planting biting kisses all over Ros’s neck and shoulders.

His hot breath danced over damp skin, triggering shivers that traveled up and down Ros’s body beyond his control. He felt the touch under his skin, and it left him unable to speak. His flesh took over, and he rocked against Shane without shame, for the first time ever sharing his arousal with another person. His confidence grew with each kiss and bite, until he wanted nothing more than to let Shane feel his erection and see him as a sexual being.

The hair on top of Shane’s head was longer, but the neatly trimmed sides were soft fuzz to the touch, and Ros curled around this unexpected Halloween treat, wrapping his legs around Shane’s hips.