Don't Read in the Closet: Volume Four (148 page)

“Huh? What?” Tad blinked, surfacing from the bliss Nick created.

“The sounds you make,” Nick said. His voice dropped in tone and

volume. “Very sexy.”

To compliment his words, Nick squeezed and tugged on Tad’s

balls, while increasing the speed with which he stroked Tad’s cock.

Tad bit his lip, but had to release it with a needy, lustful moan. Nick

stole all of his control.

“How…” Tad closed his eyes, fighting back a wave of need. He

wanted to flip Nick over and slide between those taut cheeks. “How

do you know my body so well already?”

Nick stuck his nose under Tad’s chin, encouraging him to tip it up.

His tongue bathed Tad’s neck with hot, moist kisses, pausing every

couple of moments to nip or suck on an especially sensitive spot. Nick

pushed a leg between Tad’s, his hips rocking, nestling Nick’s cock

into the seam of Tad’s hip, streaking his skin with his sticky, warm

pre-cum. Nick was everywhere, touching, sucking, tugging, skin-to-

skin, mixed with sweat and lust. Tad’s senses tried, and failed, to keep

up, and as he lost that battle, he also lost the one to hold back, crying

out as he came hard with white stars breaking his vision and

shuddering relief racing down his spin as his balls emptied against

Nick’s flesh. Nick continued to stroke him through his orgasm,

milking him dry.

He spent several minutes riding the aftermath of Hurricane Nick.

As his mind reconnected with his body, Tad recognized the hard cock

sliding against his hip. “That’s not like me,” he whispered as he rolled

against Nick. “I’ll make it up to you.”

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“What’s that?” Nick asked as he tipped his head back.

Tad licked the hollow of Nick’s throat before answering. “Making

you wait.” He pushed Nick to his back and lowered his mouth to one

of Nick’s dark puckered nipples, rolling it under his tongue until Nick

writhed and moaned. Tad remembered what Nick had said the night

before and shifted his weight over the man, slowly releasing his

weight to pin him to the mattress. Nick’s arms circled him, grabbing

his ass and pulling him close.

“What do you want?” Tad asked.

Nick answered with a kiss, opening his mouth to welcome Tad’s

tongue. They kissed and groped until Tad’s cock took renewed

interest in potential coupling. He lifted his head, and Nick reached up,

trying to follow. Tad tangled his fingers in Nick’s long, black hair,

holding him just out of reach of another kiss.

“If I thought you could walk with that hard on,” Tad said. “I’d

send you off to grab the lube.”

With a glassy gaze, Nick focused on Tad’s face. “Damn, that’s

tempting.”

Tad rocked his hips against Nick’s before speaking again. “So…”

“I want your mouth,” Nick said.

With a quick nod, Tad released his hold on Nick’s hair, swooped

down for a quick, tongue-tangling kiss, and then eased back between

his knees, letting his stomach and chest brush along Nick’s flesh all

the way down. Tad stroked Nick’s thighs, taking a moment to admire

his long, slender cock rooted in a nest of thick black curls.

“Sometime today.”

Tad glanced up the length of Nick’s body. The man’s dark eyes

locked on his and he licked his lips. “I should make you wait,” Tad

said.

“Don’t be cruel.”

Without breaking eye contact, Tad slowly extended his tongue.

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“Wicked,” Nick said with a growl.

Tad chuckled and then, with a quick, smooth movement, lunged

forward and closed his mouth around Nick’s cock. His lips slid half

way down Nick’s cock before he paused to tease him with his tongue.

He pulled back until just the spongy head rested on his lips. Tad

flicked his tongue against the slit, reveling in Nick’s soft cries. When

Nick fisted handfuls of bed sheets, pulling them loose from the

mattress, Tad stopped teasing and swallowed Nick’s entire length.

Nick moved his hands from torn sheets to Tad’s head, fingers sliding

through his hair, encouraging without restraint.

With a gentle tug, Nick pulled Tad off of his cock. Gasping to

catch his breath, little whimpers issued from his mouth as he tried to

form words. Tad grinned and then licked his fingers in the same way

he’d been licking Nick’s cock.

“Everything okay?” Tad asked. He brushed his wet fingers along

the seam of Nick’s balls.

“Oh, God.” The words hissed out, but Nick took a deep breath and

then said, “I didn’t want to come without warning you.”

“You taste good, Handsome. I want every last drop.” Tad slowly

stroked Nick’s cock with his free hand. He leaned forward trying to

ease free from Nick’s grasp on his hair.

“I’m clean,” Nick said.

Tad sobered instantly. He’d been more than ready to swallow

Nick’s spunk without a second thought. He hadn’t been so reckless

since high school when all young adults feel invulnerable. He licked

his lips, Nick’s taste lingering there. The fingers teasing Nick’s balls

drifted further back, gliding over the smooth, sensitive skin behind

them, and on to the tight hole he wanted most. As he pressed against

Nick’s entrance, Nick’s hold on his hair loosened.

Tad shook his head, dismissing his own concern. He couldn’t say

why, but he trusted Nick. “Good, because I don’t know if I want to

stop.” He slid one finger into Nick and then grinned as Nick cried out

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and rolled against Tad’s hand, seeking more penetration. Tad wrapped

his lips around Nick’s cock again, sliding down to the root,

swallowing the last inch.

Nick moaned his name, alternating between thrusting up into

Tad’s mouth and down on his finger. Tad pushed a second digit into

Nick, curling for the sweet spot that would send Nick over the edge.

Nick whimpered and moaned, rocking between Tad’s mouth and

hand. Nick twisted his fingers in Tad’s hair, and then smoothed them

along his skull, seeming to try in vain not to push or tug. Tad

appreciated the effort, but also took it as a personal challenge to make

Nick loose complete control.

When Nick did give in, clutching Tad’s head and moaning short

one-syllable words that didn’t make sense as anything but

encouragement, Tad fisted his own cock, pumping hard and fast,

hoping to hit his own release as he tasted Nick’s.

“Now,” Nick said. Then a second later, he said it again. “Now.

Oh, God, Tad.” Tad felt the swell and pulse and pulled back until the

head of Nick’s cock rested on the front of his tongue. Nick thrust and

cried out, spitting cum across the roof of Tad’s mouth. Tad relaxed his

jaw, accepting more, as Nick tensed and spurted again.

Tad hummed around Nick’s cock, his own orgasm on the edge of

explosion. His balls pulled up tight, tingling, and then, as Nick melted

down to the mattress, Tad lifted his head and came with a grunt. His

left spunk streamed across Nick’s left thigh. Nick grinned, watching

Tad through half-closed eyes.

“You’ve ruined me,” Nick said.

Tad collapsed on the bed beside him. He reached out and pulled

Nick into his embrace. Nick pressed a hard, closed-mouth kiss against

Tad’s lips, and then said, “Any other sex will never meet expectations

now.”

Tad closed his eyes and smiled. “Me too,” he said softly. Maybe

they did have a chance at something more after all.

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Nick bounced through the door to his room. Maggie wasn’t there.

He wanted to share his happiness with her, but at the same time she’d

want all of the dirt. He enjoyed his evening with Tad, and could

picture spending a lot more time with him. Maggie might not approve

of such a quick attachment to a stranger, but it felt right and Nick

refused to deny the chance simply because most people would expect

these things to take more time.

After a quick shower and shave, Nick dressed in khaki shorts, a

blue polo shirt, and hand-made sandals a leatherworking friend had

made as a thank you for some studio time to hide out when his

daughter was home and rambunctious last summer. He tucked his lube

and a pack of orange peppermint gum in a pocket, and then combed

his hair. He had agreed to meet Tad at the dining room for lunch, so

Nick had an hour and a half to find Maggie and let her know he hadn’t

fallen overboard last night.

Maggie found him when he took a break from wandering the ship

to watch one of the
Freedom
staff lead a water game in the main pool.

Nick couldn’t figure out the rules, but everyone seemed to be having

fun. He laughed along with the participants when two of them climbed

out of the pool and threw the cruise director in the deep end, shoes

and all.

“Hey little brother!”

She didn’t startle him this time; he was too mellow. Nick smirked

at her. “Really, Maggie? You left your underwear on the door. You

expect me to touch that handle again?”

She had the nerve to look coy and smug at the same time. She

bumped her hip against his leg and then said, “Like you weren’t doing

the same thing.”

“Not with my underwear, no.”

“Don’t give me that sexist shit. You got laid. I got laid. It’s a great

vacation.”

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Nick smiled and put an arm around her. Her shoulder was slick

with oil or lotion. “It is,” he said. “I’m meeting Tad for lunch. You

interested?”

She turned her face up, squinting in the bright sun. “No way,” she

said. “I’m not getting in the way of you finally getting some on a

regular basis. You need this.”

“Maggie…”

“No, I’m serious. I’ll feed myself.”

“And your evening entertainment? Are you going to see him

again?”

She shrugged. “Probably not. He was fun, but not a keeper.”

“So then—”

“Nope. Not going to lunch with you. Go, little brother. Have fun. I

swear to God if you blow this guy off because you feel obligated to

entertain me, I’ll hurt you bad.”

Nick raised an eyebrow, but she was looking the other direction.

“Speak of the sexy devil,” she said. She turned and popped up on

her toes, tugging on Nick’s shirt to get him to lean over. She kissed

his cheek when he obliged, and then waved at Tad and trotted away,

heading around the pool.

After she left him, Nick looked up in the direction she’d been

staring. Tad watched him, but walked slowly, almost as if he was

wandering about without a clear goal in mind. Nick might have

thought he was doing just that if not for the leering stare that betrayed

Tad’s casual body language.

When he reached Nick, Tad leaned against the railing beside him,

and in a low voice said, “Hello Handsome.”

Nick turned and kissed his cheek. Before he could say anything,

Tad shoved him, his friendly, leering expression turning cold in an

instant. “Back off.”

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“What the hell?” Nick held his hands out, palms up. “I thought

you were interested in more than a quick fuck.”

“I am,” Tad said. He kept his voice low, but anger seeped through

in his tone. “But I’m not out. So don’t spoil that for me.”

“No one even knows you here.”

“Not that I know of, but I wasn’t expecting to meet a man and his

sister that lives so close either.”

Nick crossed his arms and took a wide-legged stance. “Really

Tad? You’re going to freak about what a bunch of strangers might

think? People you’ll never see again?”

“You have your own business, so I don’t expect you to understand

how image is important to me with my clients.”

“Because I own the shop I can be a skanky gay boy, is that it?”

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

“No,” Nick said. His arms dropped to his side, but his defensive

stance remained clear. “I don’t know what you mean. But I get where

you’re going. Have a nice life hiding out, Tad. It was good the short

hours it lasted.”

Nick spun around and strode away just short of a run. Tad used all