Blue Boy 1: Bullet (7 page)

Sonny stepped closer and gestured for Levi to lower the stuffed paper bag in his arms. “Worked all day, hit the gym, and now home alone with what? Frozen burritos and beer?”

Levi rolled his eyes. “Guess again, dickhead,” he drawled, though Sonny was right about the passage of his day and the beer. “Do I look like a guy that eats frozen burritos?”

“You don’t want me to tell you what you look like.” Sonny looked up from peering into the grocery bag, and Levi became aware of how close he was, of how he was leaning down, stretching his neck to get even closer.

Sonny licked his lips.

Levi swallowed and straightened, putting a respectable distance between them. “What are you doin’ out here? Stalking me?”

“Dream on, Ramone. How’ve you been? Have you done any more prep?”

Levi glanced around and felt his face flush. He’d spent too much time thinking about their last meeting, but when privacy allowed, those thoughts ended with him taking himself in hand and scrupulously avoiding his ass. “A bit.”

“Liar.”

Sonny’s tone was as hard to read as the rest of him. There was no accusation and for once no hint of mocking, but the single word felt loaded with heat.

Levi stared him down, shifting the grocery bag from one arm to the other, but Sonny was unfazed, like they met up like this all the time. Levi let out a growly whoosh of air. “Damn it. What the fuck do you
want
?”

Sonny raised an eyebrow. “Dude, I was saying hello. You’re the one with a bug in his ass.”

The pun made Sonny laugh, but Levi was less than amused. “All right, kid. You’ve made your point, okay? I’m beat. I’m going home.”

He started to turn away, but Sonny caught his arm. “You can’t ignore this. I told you before, it’s gonna rip you up if you’re not ready.”

Levi waited for a couple of pedestrians to pass before he wrenched his arm from Sonny’s grasp. “I’m not ignoring it. I just don’t want to get into it on the fuckin’ street.”

Sonny shrugged, the gesture benign and casual. Then he moved like a snake, shoving Levi and catching him off balance. Levi stumbled backward and collided with the side of a building, and before he could recover, Sonny grabbed his hand and pulled him into a darkly shadowed alleyway.

Levi was taller than Sonny, and heavier. He could’ve put him down with a flick of his wrist, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to fight back. He leaned on the bricks behind him and glared at Sonny. “You gonna make me fuck myself right here, right now?”

Sonny stood, relaxed and passive, his arms folded across his chest. “What if I did? Think you could do it? How do you think it would feel to ram dry fingers inside yourself? Think about it, Levi. Think about the burn and the sensation of being torn apart, ’cause that’s how it’s gonna feel if you don’t hear what I’m saying.”

Levi stared at him, his breathing hitched and his dick uncomfortably hard in his jeans. He heard Sonny loud and clear. How could he not? Sonny had been saying the same thing since they’d crossed paths in Jon’s office. It was a warning, nothing more, so why the damned boner? Why did he want to punch Sonny in the face? And why did he want nothing more than to kiss the ever-loving shit out of him?

“Fine.” The word came out as a growl. “Have it your fuckin’ way. You wanna do this? Let’s do it.”

Sonny shrugged again, and a hint of a smirk ghosted over his features. “Lead the way.”

Levi stomped home with Sonny in tow. Once inside his apartment, he dropped the grocery bag on the kitchen counter and pulled his shirt over his head. He left the rest of his clothes littering the hardwood floor and walked naked to the bathroom without looking to see if Sonny followed.

He opened the bathroom cabinet, searching for lube. Sonny appeared in the mirror behind him, shirtless and waving the same bottle they’d used before. “Not in here. Let’s change it up.”

Change it up
. Those words would haunt Levi to an early grave. He shut the cabinet with a bang and twisted to face Sonny. “Where?”

“The couch. You should be comfortable, and this time I want you to look at me.”

Sonny turned on his heel and walked away. Levi followed him back to the living room and saw his bag of tricks already spread out on the coffee table. “What, do you, like, carry that crap around with you?”

Sonny snorted and tossed the lube down. “Maybe, or maybe I was on my way here when you stepped out of the store looking all frustrated and shit.”

“I’m not frustrated.”

“We’ll see. Sit.”

Levi didn’t move. His dick was still half-hard from whatever had passed between them in the alleyway, but there was still a part of him—a fading, mutinous part—that couldn’t quite believe what he was doing. “What are
you
going to do?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Get the fuck out.”

“Nice try.” Sonny pushed the coffee table back with his foot. “When this happens for real, there’s going to be a room full of people staring at you,
including
me. Time to get used to it.”

“Then you need to get naked.” Levi eyed the out-of-place coffee table. It didn’t feel right shoved up against the wall. It was crooked, and the angle was weird. “You’ll be naked then, right?”

Sonny unbuttoned his jeans and shimmied them down his dancer’s hips. “I’ll lose the pants. I’ll get naked next time. Maybe.”

Next time?
Levi swallowed a groan, tore his gaze from Sonny’s muscular thighs, and moved to the couch. “Let’s get this over with.”

Sonny sat cross-legged on the floor, equidistant from the coffee table and the couch. He motioned for Levi to sit. “Lean back, and lift your leg. That’s it. Like that.”

Levi obeyed. He leaned back on the big couch and raised his right leg, letting it fall to the side. “Wanna pass me some lube?”

“Not yet. You’re not even hard.”

Levi rolled his eyes but took himself in hand anyway. He wanted to close his eyes, to let his mind wander as he worked himself up, but it occurred to him that there was little point. If he closed his eyes, he’d only see Sonny, and Sonny was right in front of him.

“What are you thinking about?”

Levi shifted, adjusting his hips as blood pumped into his cock. “Why don’t you tell me what to think about? You’ve told me everything else.”

“You’re a free man, Levi. I’m just here to help.”

Free man
. If only he knew. “Okay, give me some ideas, then. You think I’m a Neanderthal, right? Inspire me to be different.”

Sonny hummed. “Inspire you, huh? I guess I need to figure out what you need the most first.”

“You mean, apart from this?” Levi felt his heart quicken as he tightened his grip on his cock, and he began to relax into the natural rhythm of pleasuring himself.

“You’ll get through it physically, Levi. Don’t misunderstand what we’re doing here.”

Levi forced his eyes to stay open and quirked an eyebrow. “Thought you were trying to keep me whole?”

“I am.”

Sonny uncrossed his legs and stretched them out in front of him. His foot came to rest millimeters away from Levi’s, and Levi could feel the heat of him…could almost hear the blood pumping through his body. He let his gaze travel up Sonny’s sinewy leg and to his tight underwear that did nothing to hide the bulge of his cock.

Levi swallowed. “Where will you be when I’m getting fucked?”

“Depends.” Sonny reclaimed his legs and rose on his knees, leaning forward and scrutinizing as Levi passed his hand over his dick. “Close your eyes and picture it. Where do you want me to be?”

Levi closed his eyes, but he couldn’t bring himself to picture Rex and his monster cock driving in and out of him. Instead, he pictured Sonny. Pictured Sonny straddling his chest and sliding his dick in and out of Levi's mouth…

Levi tapped his lips with the index finger of his free hand. “Here. I want you here.”

He couldn’t see Sonny’s response, but he heard movement and then felt the warmth of Sonny’s body far closer than it had been before. The click of a lube bottle reached his ears, and he sucked in a breath as the cool liquid dripped onto his cock and became caught up in the sweeping strokes of his fist.

Damn. It wasn’t vanilla this time; it was spiced with cinnamon and made his cock tingle in just the right way. He couldn’t help it. He dropped his head to the back of the couch and moaned.

Sonny hummed too, and Levi could feel the heat of his body close to his face. He leaned forward, and his lips brushed over smooth skin. His chest? His neck? His arm? He couldn’t tell, and when he opened his eyes, Sonny was gone—gone from his line of sight, at least.

Levi looked down. His rhythm had faltered while Sonny had been on the couch beside him, but he picked it up in earnest now, watching, oddly fascinated, as Sonny knelt between Levi's legs and held out his hand.

Sonny coated Levi’s fingers with the tingly lube. “Close your eyes again. Close your eyes and remember how good it felt last time.”

One finger, and then two. With Sonny guiding him, it felt even better than last time. Better, hotter, more intense. He rolled his hips to counter the warring sensations in his body—his dick pumping in and out of his lube-slicked fist, and his fingers stretching his ass. It felt right. It felt wrong. It felt fucking
amazing.

Sweat beaded his chest. He trembled, let out a shaky breath, and his balls tightened, the first stirrings of orgasm already finding purchase deep in his belly. He couldn’t take much of this.

Sonny nipped the inside of his quivering thigh. “Not yet, Ramone. Add another finger.”

Levi’s eyes flew open—despite his best efforts to resist Sonny’s instructions, at some point, they’d drifted shut. Add another? Three fingers? No fucking way. He met Sonny’s gaze, and Sonny grinned, but it wasn’t his usual devious smirk. It was something else, something softer that made Levi’s chest feel tight.

He slid a third finger into himself. It hurt. He bit down on his lip and thrashed his head from side to side. Too much, too much. He needed to grab something, anything, to hold himself down. “No…I…”

Sonny scrambled up the couch and stilled his head with gentle hands. “Shh.” His voice was low, and his breath washed over Levi’s ear. “I’ve got you.”

He took Levi’s hand from his cock, replacing it with his own and leaving Levi free to fling his arm over his head and grip the back of the couch.

Levi hid his face in his arm, his groan pained and strangled. “
Fuck
. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Shh,” Sonny said again. “Focus on me.”

Sonny bent his neck and enveloped Levi’s dick in his mouth with a suction far gentler than any blowjob he’d ever received.

Levi closed his eyes and absorbed the languid, almost teasing sensations. He shuddered. His limbs grew soft, and his bones sank into the couch. Sonny nudged Levi's wrist with his free hand, and following the silent cue, Levi slowly rolled the three fingers he still held inside himself.

The effect was instant. He let his head fall back and jutted his hips forward, fucking himself in Sonny’s mouth and then back onto his fingers. Heat roared through his veins. He felt hot, too hot, hotter than he’d ever been, and his mind swam. Sonny scraped his teeth slowly up Levi's shaft, and he was undone.

“Gonna come. Fuck.”

He reached down to pull Sonny from him, but Sonny resisted. It was too late. Release hit him, and his whole world became nothing but a lightning bolt of pure, carnal pleasure. He cried out and came in Sonny’s mouth.

Chapter Eight

It took a while for Levi to return to earth. He lay still, his arm hiding his face as he fought for breath. Until Sonny climbed up his body and straddled him, coaxing Levi gently to look at him. Levi opened his eyes, feeling Sonny’s cotton-covered erection digging into his belly. He reached for it, but Sonny batted his hands away.

“Next time. You okay?”

“Think so.” Levi nodded and cast his gaze around the room. Sonny’s vast array of toys was still laid out on the coffee table. He wondered when they were going to use them, and the usual flicker of apprehension was strangely absent. “I’m fuckin’ starved. Want some dinner?”

Sonny eyed him for a moment, then slid off him and reached for his jeans. “Depends. What have you got? Potpies or something?”

And like that, the spell was broken. Levi searched the room and found his discarded sweats in a heap by the door to the hall. He got up and pulled them on, feeling exhausted, exhilarated, and eerily calm all rolled into one.

He felt Sonny’s gaze on him as he walked to the kitchen area and called over his shoulder, “Stop with all this junk-food talk. Come sit yerself down and see what a real man cooks.”

Sonny didn’t follow right away. Levi heard water running and figured he was cleaning up. Levi washed his hands and set to work cooking the chicken he’d picked up at the store.

He was throwing the dish of enchiladas into the oven when Sonny reappeared a little while later. The evening had grown dark while they’d been steaming up the living room windows, and with the cabinet spotlights casting a warm glow over the kitchen, he looked tousled and beautiful.

Levi turned away and reached for some salad leaves. “You workin’ at Silver tonight?”

Sonny slid onto a kitchen stool. “Maybe. There’s a spot for me if I want it.”

Levi glanced at the clock. It was after nine, but he knew some of the dancers didn’t go onstage until after midnight. “You’ve got time to get some food in your belly, then. It won’t be long.”

Sonny chuckled. “Didn’t know you cared.”

“You don’t know everything, kid.”

Sonny made a noncommittal noise but said no more. Levi opened the fridge and passed a beer across the counter, but found he couldn’t think of anything to say either. In the end, a companionable silence settled over them.

It wasn’t as awkward as it could’ve been. Sonny usually ran his mouth like a damned chick, but he seemed tired, subdued almost—for Sonny, at least. Levi remembered his disheveled appearance when they’d crossed paths on the street. “Long day?”

Sonny glanced up, his surprise clear before he schooled his expression. “Not really. Too much to do, you know? Never seems to stop.”

“I know that feeling.” Levi retrieved the salad dressing from the cupboard and set it on the counter. “Maybe you should call it a day and hit the sack.”