Dirty Dining (14 page)

Jeremy felt a little thrill the way he and Mr. Green were getting on so well. Not that they’d spoken much. Salad
was
boring. There would be time to chat then, before the steak, when they’d be chewing a lot. Odd how the courses seemed to dictate the interactions.

As he entered the room with the salad, he felt his chest—and his dick—swell with pride. Mr. Green’s gaze bathed him in a heated glow. He set the plate down and sat beside Green.

Green’s thigh next to his was hot, but now he was seated, the room’s chill hit him, and Jeremy felt his nipples peaking and tingling. They throbbed in time with his cock at every beat of his heart.

“Salad? Caesar.” Jeremy presented the bowl with a flourish and placed it on the table. “Or you can have just a green salad.”

“No thanks.”

“Another drink?”

“Okay.”

Jeremy motioned to the bartender who came right over.

“Another Belvedere martini, please.” Green didn’t even look at the bartender. He kept staring at Jeremy.

“Yes, sir.”

“There’s no anchovies in the dressing, in case—”

“Come here.” Green took one of Jeremy’s hands and pulled him onto his lap, facing Green, thighs pressed outside of Green’s.

“Today you’re not wearing a tie, and I am.” Jeremy couldn’t think what to say or do. Too much of his body was in contact with Mr. Green. And his cock was nearly pressed to Green’s abs, while Jeremy could feel Green’s hard-on against his ass. He put a hand out to play with Mr. Green’s collar. He wore a pale green button-down oxford and putty-colored chinos. Despite the casual attire, he didn’t look particularly relaxed. He looked like the kind of man who belonged in a suit with a beautiful silk tie around his throat.

“I wear them all the time, but you look
very
good in a tie, Remy.”

“Don’t you like ties?”

“Yes. I do. And I like suits, too.”

“You’re very handsome in a suit. Out of one too.” Jeremy felt his cheeks heating. “I meant…. Oh, hell. Yeah, I meant that too.”

“Would you unbutton my shirt, Remy?”

Jeremy was glad for something to do, a task to occupy his hands, though he noticed them shaking as he worked on the first button. He smoothed his palms across Mr. Green’s shoulders, squeezing just a little. He felt firm and solid. He felt damn good.

Jeremy got three buttons opened and traced his fingertips down Mr. Green’s breastbone, then back up along his collarbone. He felt him shudder under the touch. It was nice, having that effect on him. It balanced everything out because, until now, Green’s touch, his scent, even his words had Jeremy so on edge he wondered how they would get through five more courses. Now he understood why some men took their boys upstairs before the end of the meal. Would Mr. Green suggest that? And would Jeremy go?

Movement at the other end of the table caught his attention. Green shifted him so they were back to front, and they watched as Kit stood up. Rico’s client said something to him, and Rico walked up to Kit and pulled Kit in for a kiss.

“So much better than salad,” someone said.

Jeremy glanced across the table to see Taylor sitting on his client’s lap. The man had a hand under Taylor’s nurse’s skirt, exposing his thighs and the lacy white garters holding up sheer white stockings. A nurse’s cap atop Taylor’s flowing hair completed the illusion. Add in the pink lipstick and he looked so much like a young woman. Then the client’s hand slid higher and Jeremy could see Taylor’s cock. The client stroked it up and down. No doubt Taylor was a guy from this angle. To Jeremy’s surprise, Taylor’s cock was huge. Thick and long, with a very pink head where Kit had painted him. But the shaft was dark and hard, in stark contrast to his pale thighs and the white stockings.

Taylor glanced up at Jeremy and smiled, and Jeremy glanced away, embarrassed to be caught watching the client’s hand on Taylor’s dick. His
enormous
dick. Certainly no one would think he was a girl with a big red hard-on.

Sounds from the other end of the room captured Jeremy’s attention again. Now Rico was on his knees with Kit’s cock in his mouth. Rico slid his mouth off, giving everyone a nice view of Kit’s wet cock before he slurped it back in. The rest of the men in the room were enthralled by the sight.

Jeremy sat on Mr. Green’s lap, watching the boys play. Mr. Green traced circles around Jeremy’s navel with a fingertip and occasionally reached up to pinch or tug at a nipple. The little blue shorts felt like they would explode or cut off Jeremy’s circulation. He almost asked for Mr. Green to take them off, or at least unbutton them, but he didn’t. He’d been playful and a little slutty already. He didn’t want to overdo it so early.

On display, Rico worked on Kit’s cock, sucking at it, skillfully moving on and off it to give the men a show. He made a lot of noise, and so did Kit. Then Law moved behind Kit, squeezing his ass and pressing up close so he could reach around to play with Kit’s nipples. Kit made more noise. Next Law and Rico played a kissing game that included sharing Kit’s cock. Then Rico got up and pulled something from Kit’s set of toys on the sideboard. He held it up behind Kit to show everyone it was a medium-size red dildo. He reminded Jeremy of a magician holding up his props before the trick.

Rico got down on his knees behind Kit and, with as much flair as possible, pushed the dildo in. Kit’s eyes popped open, and he made lots more noise.

“Now we’re talking!” he said and leaned forward, shifting his position so the men could see what Rico was doing but still watch Law sucking him.

Then Taylor got into the game. Kit wrapped his arms around Taylor’s waist and took his huge cock into his mouth. This thrilled the gentlemen, except for Mr. Green, who tugged on Jeremy’s tie and kissed his shoulder while playing his hands along Jeremy’s thighs, too close but too far from his ever-expanding cock. Now it stood up over the waistband of his shorts and the top button popped open on its own.

“Mmm, telepathy works,” Green whispered against Jeremy’s ear.

Jeremy chuckled and gently ground his ass against Mr. Green’s cock.

At the other end of the room, the party went on, Kit sucking Taylor while being sucked by Law. Behind him, Rico was using the dildo until suddenly Law pulled back and Kit spurted all over his chest and costume. The men—except for Gray and Green—clapped and shouted. Gray did not look happy his boy shot his load all over another boy.

Green nudged Jeremy off his lap. “I think it’s time to put your shorts out of their misery, don’t you think?”

“Oh, yes, sir.”

Green had Jeremy stand slightly to the side so the others at the table could watch as he popped each button slowly, allowing Jeremy’s cock to spring free with a bounce that got some applause. He shifted his weight and cocked his hip just right so the shorts slid down on their own. Kit had taught him how, and he’d had to practice, but the gentlemen loved it. Now he wore just the hat, tie, cop’s utility belt, and black boots.

Mr. Green curled one hand loosely around Jeremy’s cock as if admiring its shape and hardness before sliding his hand lower and playing with Jeremy’s sac. He pulled Jeremy between his legs and stared down at Jeremy’s cock as if he wanted to taste the tiny clear bead of precome glistening in the slit. Green moved his head a fraction of an inch lower.

And the gong sounded, ending the course.

Green gave Jeremy a wistful glance as he picked up the untouched salad and paraded around the room, his cock and balls swinging.

I
N
THE
hall outside the kitchen, Thomas gave Kit a sharp look. “Mr. Gray isn’t very happy.”

“It wasn’t on purpose…. Blame Law.” Kit batted his eyelashes.

Thomas smacked Kit’s ass so hard he left a handprint, but Kit just grinned.

“Remy, I guess I don’t need to ask if you’re doing okay with Mr. Green,” Thomas said as he eyed Jeremy’s erection. “Think you’ll make it to dessert?” The other boys laughed along with Thomas.

Jeremy shrugged but secretly he hoped he wouldn’t have to.

A
THRILL
zinged through Brice’s entire body as Remy came back in with the steak. He looked even more delicious than the main course as he made his way around the room, cock still at attention and the black dildo on his belt swinging back and forth. He barely noticed the other boys and suspected some of the other men had their gaze on Remy. At least for tonight, Remy was all his.

The question was what to do with him. Or to him. And when.

Remy sat down on the bench next to Brice and cut a few bites of steak. “Is this to your liking? Medium rare?” He fed a bite to Brice.

“Delicious.” It was. He’d never expected much from the food here, but it was always top notch. The plate held a steak large enough for both of them, plus several roasted vegetables and crispy potato wedges.

“This course is two pieces of clothing, sir. If you like, you can take them off me now.”

“Good idea. Come here.”

Remy stood in front of him while Brice decided what to remove. “Okay, the boots can go.”

Remy sat on his lap and Brice slid a hand down each leg, unzipped the boots, and tossed each away. What next? The tie looked so damn hot on him, pointing down to his cock. And the utility belt just perched on his hips was pretty hot too. And the hat.
Mmmm
. Brice pictured Remy wearing the hat and nothing else.

“You don’t have to decide right away.” Remy grinned.

“Yes. How about some more steak?”

Remy fed him more dinner, and they took a break with Remy straddling Brice’s lap, facing him. He unbuttoned the rest of Brice’s buttons, and now his cock pressed against Brice’s torso, a clear, thin line of precome trailing from the end of his cock onto Brice’s stomach.

Up close Remy wasn’t as young as Brice had thought. Midtwenties, maybe a bit older. He was in good shape. Brice slid his palms along those thick thighs.

“You cycle a lot?”

“Yeah.”

“The thighs give it away.”

“No secrets when you’re naked, huh?”

“None.” Brice sucked in a breath and reached down for Remy’s cock. Then Remy sucked in a breath. “I like how you touch me, sir.”

“Is that your way of telling me I should keep going?”

“If you like.”

“I would like. What would you like?” Brice took another firm stroke and felt Remy’s body tense. His nipples were hard, swollen. Just inches from Brice’s mouth. He leaned forward and flicked his tongue against one.

Remy gave a soft moan.

“Please keep going.”

Brice grinned. Remy’s eyes were half-closed.

“This won’t be a show for everyone. Just for me, okay?”

“Oh, yes. Just for you.”

Brice slid Remy back a few inches so he had room to move and to look. With one hand he worked Remy’s cock, and with the other he loosened the tie a little, then traced along Remy’s shoulder and collarbone.

“This belt keeps getting in the way. I’m going to remove it.”

“Yes,” Remy said.

But Brice couldn’t unfasten it, and Remy helped, his hands over Brice’s. Long slim fingers, heated touch. Brice couldn’t wait for the end of the meal. Once the belt was unclipped, he laid it down on the bench next to him and went back to Remy’s neglected cock.

He slid his hand slowly as he leaned in to taste the other nipple. He pulled this one into his mouth and sucked hard, shocked it could swell even further. Remy made soft little moans as he reached out and put his hands on Brice’s shoulders to steady himself. Brice could tell he was in the pleasurable zone where his brain was no longer in control and his body simply reacted to stimuli.

Brice scraped his teeth gently as he pulled back on the nipple, and Remy let out a beautiful moan that ended on a needy whimper. Remy slid his hands inside the collar of Brice’s shirt and along his shoulders before working them into his hair and holding on, keeping Brice’s mouth on the nipple. Brice was happy there as he slowly stroked and pulled at Remy’s hard cock. He worked on the other nipple for a while, feeling Remy’s heartbeat accelerating.

He leaned back to gaze at Remy’s cock, dripping and swollen in his hands. He used both of them now, still moving slowly and exploring the new terrain. He loved the sound of Remy’s raspy breaths and the little catch in his throat when Brice stroked a certain spot near the base of his erection. The flesh was hard and hot, and he sensed Remy was close. Should he make the boy ask for this? Or should he give Remy the final push into bliss?

Carefully Brice leaned down far enough to swipe the tip of his tongue across the slit and collect the salty drops. Remy’s fingers tightened in his hair. Had anyone seen him? Was this allowed? Did it matter? As another tremor traveled through Remy’s body, Brice leaned down once again and took the entire head of Remy’s cock into his mouth.

He heard the gasp a fraction of a second before his mouth was filled with hot, salty proof he’d made the right decision. He pulled off and let Remy spurt on both their chests. Brice enjoyed a money shot as well as the next guy, and he liked the way Remy’s come looked dripping down his chest. He fought the urge to lick it off. He hadn’t swallowed yet and considered leaning up to kiss Remy, letting him have a taste.

No. He wanted their first kiss to be different. It would be special, not here and not like this. He felt some sense of embarrassment he’d sucked Remy off before he’d ever kissed him.

Brice swallowed and held Remy as he came down from his high, clutching at Brice’s hair, knees tensing against Brice’s legs. Brice slid his hand around Remy’s waist to support him.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” Remy was grinning, eyes still closed. “Oh yeah.”

Brice leaned both of them toward the table and grabbed the martini glass. “Here, have a sip.”

Remy let Brice help him drink. “Thank you.”

“More?”

“No. That’s not what the thank you was for.”

Brice looked away. Not that Remy could see the expression on his face. He glanced around to see what the others were doing, and they were all focused on their boys or their meals, or both. That was just the first of many meals he’d enjoy here, Brice thought. He wouldn’t share that decision with Remy either. He didn’t even know if Remy wanted to spend the night with him.