Accidentally in Love (15 page)

“Yeah? You like this?” Cal’s hand slid along his length teasingly.

“If I didn’t, it’s not like I could lie about it.” Tom was giving himself away with every added inch. He did this to himself in the shower a few times a week, and it always felt good. Now, leaning back against a warm body, not cool tiles, and feeling the clear evidence of another man’s arousal thick and solid against his ass added a whole new dimension to the act.

“Not what I asked.” Cal bit gently at Tom’s neck, just where it curved to become his shoulder. The flash of need that sent through him completed what Cal’s touch had begun, and Tom reached back with his free hand, groping through the spray to find Cal.

“Yes, I like it,” he said between his teeth. He shouldn’t have been able to tell when he was soaking wet anyway, but he was sweating. “I like everything you do to me.”

Cal nuzzled into his neck again, finding hot spots that Tom hadn’t known existed. “Right back at you, babe.”

Tom frowned, the endearment sparking a memory of the night he’d listened to Cal and another man have sex. “Don’t call me that.”

Cal’s hand paused. “Uh, okay?”

Tom closed his eyes, mentally scolding himself for being so damned touchy. “No, it’s okay. I just… I’m taller than you.”

That made Cal laugh. “So you are. I’ll have to think of something else, then.”

“My name works just fine,” Tom said. He couldn’t picture himself calling Cal by a pet name, though his mother scattered
darling
and
sweetheart
around all the time when she was talking to his father, so he supposed that it was something that people did.

“Guess I’ll have to stick with that.” Cal stroked him again, so slowly that Tom found himself pushing into Cal’s grip just to speed things up. “Always do that, okay? Tell me when I’m doing something you don’t like, even if it’s a little thing. I want to do this right.”

Tom shuddered, part of him surprised that he was so hard and ready to go again so soon. “No complaints here.”

“Maybe, but that’s not what I mean.” Cal let go of him—Tom whimpered slightly at the loss of contact—and turned him around. “I mean everything. I want everything with you.”

“I know.” Tom hoped Cal could see from his face that he was taking this seriously. “You said. I think I want that too.” He kissed Cal because he could and that seemed like such an amazing thing, and Cal leaned into it, hands cradling Tom’s ass.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Cal asked when their lips had parted.

Tom turned his face up into the spray, unable to meet Cal’s eyes, his heart beating wildly. Fuck Cal? Drive into that beautiful, lithe body and feel Cal open for him, eager, welcoming? He’d lain in his bed some nights and fucked his own hand, imagining it, the rhythm there, waiting in his head, as if it were something he’d been born knowing how to do, which it probably was.

He shook his head, not in a
no
but just to clear the water from his face, and looked down at Cal, who was waiting for his reply with a patience that Tom appreciated.

“I want to, but—” Tom brought his hand up to trace the shape of Cal’s mouth with his fingers. Cal smiled, changing the path Tom’s fingers had to take, and darted his tongue out to lick the closest finger.

“What? You’re worried about doing it wrong?”

Tom frowned at him. “How can I do it wrong?” Even as he said it, he answered his own question. “I could come too fast, I guess, or hurt you trying to get inside…” He’d experimented now and then, curious and just a little apprehensive, and discovered that a finger in his ass felt good, but the angle was awkward when he was lying down, and two fingers, jabbed in with too much enthusiasm, had left him sore. “Are you sure you trust me?”

Cal looked at him steadily. “I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t trust you. I haven’t done it very often.” Cal’s gaze flickered away for a second or two. “Been on the receiving end, I mean.”

“Then maybe it’s not such a good idea.” Just the thought of it, though, had Tom reaching his hand to slide along Cal’s cock and down beneath his balls, imagining it. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It doesn’t have to hurt, if you take your time.” Cal closed his eyes. “That feels good.”

“If you’re usually the one, um, pitching”—Tom found himself struggling with the terminology, not because it was unfamiliar but because it sounded so stupid out loud—“maybe we should try it that way instead.”

“I don’t know if that should… God, like that”—Cal’s breathing hitched as Tom tugged gently at his balls—“be your first experience. Besides, I love your cock. I want to know what it feels like inside me. You want to, right?”

“Would rolling my eyes and saying
Duh
be rude?”

“Marginally,” Cal told him. He gave Tom’s ass a slap that sounded loud with the water coursing over it, though it didn’t even sting. “Bad Tom. I think you’re going to have to make up for it by—”

“I know how to say I’m sorry.” Tom slid to his knees, the plastic base of the shower enclosure rough against his skin. He put his mouth against the tip of Cal’s cock and felt his own cock jerk in response. “I’m sorry,” he said, between kisses, all on that one spot. “Very, very sorry.”

The water, starting to cool, had taken away Cal’s scent, and even when Tom licked a circle around the head of Cal’s cock, with a sharp memory of Cal doing that to him, he could taste only water.

It made doing this for the first time easier. Not that Tom hadn’t tasted his own…stuff, just out of curiosity. He couldn’t say he’d like the taste of it. It hadn’t made him gag or anything, but it didn’t taste like anything he’d choose to eat. Now, as he explored Cal’s cock with his mouth, Tom appreciated the fact that the water running over their skin had left everything clean.

He liked how Cal’s erection felt between his lips, the skin soft and the flesh beneath it hard, the flutter of Cal’s pulse along the underside of it. He hadn’t known he’d be able to gauge the beating of Cal’s heart with nothing more than his lips and tongue; he hadn’t known that there’d be a sense of power on this end of a blowjob, though of course he should have. It didn’t matter that he was on his knees with Cal standing above him when he had the most sensitive part of Cal’s anatomy at his mercy.

“Quick learner,” Cal murmured, tucking hair behind Tom’s ear.

“Yeah, well…” Tom ran his tongue down to Cal’s balls and licked at them, watched the skin there tighten and wrinkle. “I want to make sure you know how sorry I am.”

“If you keep that up, I’m gonna want you to apologize all the time.”

“You’ll have to tell me anytime I piss you off.” Tom wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying. Close-up and from this angle, the view was fascinating.

“I won’t hold back,” Cal promised him. The water changed abruptly to cold, and they both yelped in shock, with Cal scrabbling to turn it off. Without the sound of the water pounding down, the enclosed space seemed very quiet. Tom didn’t have time to do more than shiver reflexively before Cal swayed his hips forward, the head of his cock nudging against Tom’s lips. “Please?”

Tom opened his mouth and took in as much as he could, hurriedly reassessing his limits when he found his throat muscles working convulsively to get rid of whatever it was brushing the back of his throat. Throwing up wasn’t sexy and neither was choking on spit.
Baby steps. Save deep throating him until tomorrow. Or maybe next week.

“You have no idea how you look right now,” Cal told him, and Tom glanced up to catch a glimpse of something amazing on Cal’s face; it might have even been rapt wonder. “Beautiful.”

Not beautiful, Tom knew. Never that. He didn’t let himself think about that right now, not when he had Cal’s cock in his mouth. He tried to let his bottom lip catch on the ridge below the head, but there was too much water everywhere. Cal’s dick gave a slow throb, and Tom got a taste of him, faint and sweet.

He was using the fingers of his right hand to toy with Cal’s balls, and he let them move backward to the tight entrance to Cal’s body. This was where he’d put his cock if he fucked Cal, the place he’d slide into, Cal’s skin stretching around him.

“God,” Cal said softly, and Tom thought he heard an unspoken request in the word.

Very gently, he pressed his fingertip to Cal’s hole, and after a moment felt Cal’s body let him in. It was warm inside, soft, and Cal’s cock throbbed again, giving Tom another hint of sweetness.

He worked his finger in and out, not going too deep, because without something to smooth the way that wouldn’t feel comfortable for Cal, but just inside had felt good when he’d done it to himself. The rhythm of combining that with sucking Cal took a few moments to settle into, but it was worth the effort. Cal was making encouraging sounds that soon became guttural groans escaping with every other breath as Tom got adventurous. Lick and swirl, suck and slide… It wasn’t difficult, though he’d caught Cal at least once with his teeth, getting nothing more than a protesting murmur in response. Cal wasn’t Tom’s idea of a saint, but he had the fabled patience of one.

His jaw was aching, and he could feel his lips turn numb. He was so focused on the way it felt to have his mouth filled and taken that he didn’t care at first. When he’d gotten to the point of needing to take a break, he pulled off and wrapped his hand around the base.

“Don’t stop,” Cal pleaded.

Tom rubbed the head of Cal’s cock over his mouth, his lips closed to relieve the tension in his jaw, his fingers tight, moving up and down in short strokes. He’d seen someone do this in a movie once, and he had to admit that he was getting off over being so blatant about his enjoyment. He rubbed his cheek against the shaft, his eyes half closed, then mouthed at it, using his teeth deliberately this time.

“Jesus, that looks so… God, I want to—” Cal’s fingers tangled in Tom’s hair, the sharp tugs not painful enough to bother him. “Gonna come really, really soon. Let me back in? Just not if you don’t want to.”

Tom wasn’t sure that he did, but it was the best place for his first time as any, on the floor of the shower where he could spit if he needed to without worrying about it getting on his clothes or the rug. As an answer, he took the head of Cal’s cock into his mouth again and held it there, continuing with the quick movements of his hand along Cal’s shaft.

He could feel Cal tensing, thigh muscles tight as he got closer to the edge. “Oh God, Tom,” Cal said quietly, his voice an echo on the walls. He went silent as his dick spurted in Tom’s mouth.

Tom prided himself on being tougher than he looked. He didn’t gag, and he didn’t pull away. It did take a little more effort than he would have liked to swallow, but he did it quickly to get it over with. When he looked up at Cal’s face, he knew that the whole thing was worth the effort. It would have been worth any effort to have been responsible for that expression of bliss.

He wondered if that had been the look on his face when Cal had finished blowing him. Close to it, anyway, because he knew firsthand now just how deeply satisfying it felt. He’d always assumed that coming using his hand would feel the same as coming deep in someone’s ass or mouth. What led up to it would be different, of course, but the climax itself would be the same.

It wasn’t.

He hadn’t been able to conjure up a fantasy to spur him on during any of his time with Cal. He’d been too busy dealing with the flood of sensation and the need to reciprocate. All of his attention had been focused on Cal, and he hadn’t needed more than the man kneeling at his feet or standing over him.

“This is going to take a lot of getting used to,” he said aloud and heard Cal chuckle.

“The sex or the taste?”

“Both.” Tom got to his feet and winced as the ache from his knees made itself known.

“If I tell you that you will get used to it—both of them—would you believe me?”

“No, but I… Oh.”

He hadn’t forgotten that he was hard, but Cal’s hand closing around his cock reminded him.

“You want to come?” Cal said, as casually as if he were asking how Tom took his coffee.

“I want—” But before Tom could finish, the phone on his bedside table in the other room sounded the ringtone that he’d assigned to his mother’s cell, and he knew what that meant. “Shit. Hold that thought, okay?”

He left Cal standing in the bathroom and made a beeline for the phone. He knew why his mother was calling. She wanted to wish him a happy birthday, only one day late this year, and to apologize for not being able to see him, even though he didn’t believe she’d actually be sorry about it. They hadn’t managed to see him for his birthday more than once every couple of years since they’d left.

“Hi, Mom,” he said into the phone.

“Oh, there you are. I was wondering if you might be too busy to answer the phone.” This was his mom’s way of hinting that she suspected he was bed-hopping his way across the city, an idea he’d never been able to dissuade her from believing. It was like as soon as he mentioned his love life, she went deaf.

“No, not too busy.” For once, this was a lie. He’d left a gorgeous man alone in his bathroom in favor of talking to his mother, even though he didn’t really want to. “How are you?”

“We’re fine, dear. We were hoping you might be available for brunch?”