Guys on Top 02 - Guys on the Side (35 page)

Angelo’s eyes widened. “You’re gonna kiss me?”

“Uh huh.”

“Here?”

“Yup.”

“Now?”

“Is that all right with you?”

Angelo held his eyes and a grin curved his lips. “Yeah. It’s all right with me.”

Taking hold of Angelo’s waist, Corey pulled him in tight, capturing his mouth. His insecurities told him Angelo would break the kiss quickly since they were in public, but Angelo wrapped his arms around Corey’s shoulders and squeezed, opening his mouth.

Everything faded away, the music, the people, the chatter, and Corey lost himself in Angelo, sliding his hands up over his chest, then cupping the sides of his face, kissing him deep and passionately.
This man is mine. And I’ll fight to keep him if I have to
. How could he have even considered that this wasn’t worth the risk? This was worth everything.

Time became irrelevant, because Corey couldn’t stop kissing Angelo, and to his extreme pleasure, Angelo did not pull back, but only held him tighter, fingers gripping his back as their tongues tangled, inhaling each other’s breath.

Someone tapped Corey’s shoulder.

Reluctantly peeling himself from Angelo’s lips, he turned and saw Jairo and Rod standing beside them.

Jairo grinned. “While that kiss was so hot I feel like I owe you both money, people are starting to stare.”

Angelo glanced around, then smiled shyly at Jairo. “Sorry. Got a little carried away.”

Rod snickered.

“I think we’ve had enough of Bernie’s for one night,” Jairo said. “How ’bout we give you guys a ride home before we all get arrested for public indecency.”

Corey looked at Angelo. “Did you drive?”

“No. Jake drove.”

“Want to come back to my place? Doug’s home, you can go down and see him in the morning if you spend the night.”

Angelo nodded. “I just need to go talk to Jake and Randy first.”

“Take your time,” Corey said.

Still wearing that shy smile, Angelo nodded and moved off to find his friends.

“Corey,” Jairo said.

“I don’t know what wiseass thing you’re about to say,” Corey said. “But go ahead and let it rip.” He grinned. “I’m in a
good
mood.”

“Yeah. I’m glad. I just wanted to warn you that Zach’s here. And he was watching you with Angelo just now.”

Corey scowled. “Oh. Fuck. Where is he?”

“Over by the stage,” Rod said. “With some guy.”

Corey glanced over at the band, his eyes searching until he spotted Zach, leaning against the wall. A tall, reasonably attractive blond man stood beside him, bobbing his head to the music. Zach turned his head and locked eyes with Corey. For a moment his expression was sad, raw. But then he smiled slightly, and lifted his hand in a wave.

Corey waved back, and Zach turned away.

“The guy he’s with looks a little like you,” Rod said. “But not as cute.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” Jairo said. “The poor man’s Corey.”

Corey frowned at Jairo. “Don’t be bitchy!”

“Then how am I supposed to have any
fun?
”

Angelo approached, his eyes on Corey. He smiled. “You ready?”

Corey beamed. “Absolutely.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

As soon as they got inside Corey’s apartment, he was on Angelo, kissing him, tugging his jacket off. “I’m so glad I ran into you tonight,” he whispered, then took a step back, running his hands over Angelo’s chest. “And holy shit do you look good. I like you in black.”

“You like me, huh?” Angelo grinned.

“A little.” Corey crouched down and bit Angelo’s thigh. “You’ll do.” He ran his hands up Angelo’s legs, nuzzling his crotch.

Angelo leaned back against the wall, sighing. “You like me in jeans? And boots?”

Corey looked up. “I do, in fact.”

Angelo smirked. “I thought you might,” he said, his voice breathy with arousal.

Corey rose up, cupping Angelo’s ass as he pressed against him. “Why are you suddenly so smug? Tell a guy you love him and suddenly he’s
all
ego.”

Wrapping his arms around Corey’s neck, Angelo said, “It’s distinctly possible...that Jairo told me you like guys in jeans and boots.”

“Jairo told you that? And how would Jairo know my personal preferences.”

“Because...” Angelo’s hands slid up Corey’s neck, tangling in his hair. “Doug told him, apparently.”

“Wait, when did you talk to Jairo?” Corey cocked an eyebrow. “You don’t
know
Jairo.”

Smiling, Angelo leaned his forehead against Corey’s. “I thought if we’re going to be together, I should start this out with honesty. Jairo came to see me at Doug’s behest.”

Corey’s mouth dropped open, then he grinned. “Wait. Is this why Doug and Jairo were trying so hard to get me to go out? They
knew
you were going to be there?”

“Apparently Doug thought you’d find me irresistible.”

“That little shit. If he wasn’t already beaten up I’d kick his ass.”

“Are you mad?”

Corey laughed. “No. But tell me this. How confident were
you
that I’d find you irresistible tonight?”

Angelo’s grin slid away. “Not very. I thought they were nuts. But in the end...I decided it was worth a try.”

“Well,” Corey said. “I’m not too proud to admit this. As soon as I saw you, I didn’t stand a chance.”

Angelo closed his eyes, smiling. “Can we do the naked, kissy, bedroom part now? Because I’ve been craving that.”

“Me, too.” Corey peeled Angelo’s shirt off and tossed it aside. “Come put your naked ass in my bed.” Taking Angelo’s hand, Corey tugged him down the hallway.

“Don’t forget your music,” Angelo said as they moved into the bedroom. “Because I have a feeling I’m gonna get loud tonight.”

“Music to my ears.” Corey moved to his desk, turning on the Zen Garden meditation mix and raising the volume.

When he turned around, Angelo had taken off his boots and was peeling down his jeans. In burgundy briefs, he climbed onto the bed and eased back on the pillows, resting his arms over his head.

“Wow,” Corey said, peeling off his own shirt. “Not so shy anymore, are you?”

“I’m not taking any chances that you might change your mind.”

Corey tugged his pants down and stepped out of them. “That is not going to happen.” He dove onto the bed, grabbing Angelo and pulling him into his arms. “You don’t actually think I would, do you?”

Running a thumb over Corey’s bottom lip, Angelo looked into his eyes. “I just want you to want me. I don’t want you to ever stop wanting me.”

The words made Corey’s heart light, evaporating another layer of his prior insecurities about Angelo’s sincerity. “So...you’re not going to change
your
mind then either, right?”

Angelo’s eyes grew serious. They both knew they were talking about more than just sex. “I’m all in,” Angelo said.

Corey slid over on top of Angelo, holding his face in his hands. “Good.”

Corey kissed him, and Angelo’s ravenous reciprocation set his body aflame. Angelo hadn’t exactly held back in the past, but this time he seemed hungrier, desperate as his mouth ate at Corey’s. He ran his hands down Corey’s back and squeezed his ass, pulling him tightly against him, crushing their swelling cocks together.

Feeling restricted, Corey tugged Angelo’s briefs down. “Take these off,” he huffed. “Take them off now.”

Angelo sat up and slid them down the rest of the way, kicking them off, while Corey rolled onto his back and removed his own.

Angelo dove on top of him, catching his mouth in a bruising kiss. He came up for air, looking down at Corey as he pressed his hips into him. “I fucking love being naked with you,” he said, then captured his mouth again, exploring with his tongue.

Corey rolled them over so he was on top, then licked his way down Angelo’s body, memorizing every contour, stopping every inch to drink him in with his eyes, the dim bedroom lighting giving his olive skin an amber glow. “Are you all mine, Angelo?” he asked, nuzzling his way down to his hip, licking the hollow at the bend of his leg.

Angelo’s hips lifted and he gasped. “Yes. Jesus Christ, yes. All yours. All fucking yours.”

Moving down, Corey mouthed his way up Angelo’s inner thigh, then softened his tongue and ran it over his balls.

Angelo took in a breath, then groaned.

Corey’s tongue made another pass over Angelo’s sac, then licked a line up the length of his shaft. He sucked the head, swirling his tongue around it, then moved upward, biting along his ribs.

Angelo’s fingers tangled in Corey’s hair as he licked his way up and over his chest, stopping to nip his neck before falling on top of him and kissing him hard. Breaking the kiss, Corey took a moment to look down at Angelo, savoring the heat he saw in his eyes. “All mine,” he said, and kissed him again, devouring his mouth, driving his tongue deep.

Angelo’s familiar taste, the smell of him, the feel of his skin, Corey couldn’t get enough, and couldn’t imagine that he ever would.

Holding Corey’s head, Angelo eased him back from his mouth, then wrapped his legs around him, tilting his hips. “I want you inside me.”

Corey’s eyes widened and he went still. “Angelo...”

“I want it.” Angelo’s hips lifted, rubbing himself against Corey. “I want to feel you in my body.”

“We don’t have to do that,” Corey said, finding it hard to breathe because even hearing those
words
from Angelo had his cock pulsing. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Angelo’s brows pinched together. “Did you do it with your other boyfriends?”

Oh. Boy
. “Well...yes, but they were...they were used to it.”

“I want to get used to it.”

“I don’t want to rush into anything you’re not ready for, I don’t
need
that Angelo. I don’t need it to be satisfied, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I don’t just want to do it for your benefit. I want to feel you taking me, owning me completely.”

“I...I...you’d have to be really turned on, and—”

“I’m
really
turned on, Corey.”

“But even then, the first time can be uncomfortable and if you’re anticipating it, you won’t be focusing on your pleasure and you’ll tense up and maybe we should just wait until you’re ready and ease into that if you still want to try it in the future.”

Angelo went silent for a long moment, studying Corey’s eyes. He tightened his legs around Corey and shifted his hips, sliding against him, his breathing slow and heavy. “Do you want to fuck me?”

Corey groaned, letting out a soft laugh as his forehead fell onto Angelo’s. “You’re killing me, do you know that?”

“Don’t want to kill you,” Angelo whispered. “I want to fuck you.”

Lifting his head, Corey stroked Angelo’s cheek with his knuckle. “All right. But the minute it stops feeling good, if you don’t like it and want to stop, I want you to tell me right away. And you might want to get on top of me so you can control it.”

Angelo shook his head. “No way. I’ll tell you if it hurts too much and I want you to go slow, but I want to feel your weight on me when you’re inside me.”

Corey’s cock throbbed, protesting his restraint. “Okay,” he said softly. “You want me in control, let me be in control. I want to play with you and get you ready first.”

Angelo nodded enthusiastically.

Corey blew out a breath as he climbed off of Angelo and got a condom from his bedside table. Angelo was saying all the right things, things so right that Corey was ready to come just thinking about it, the other man’s eagerness such a turn on it was making him dizzy. He grabbed a bottle of his favorite lubricant off the nightstand, and shuffled over next to Angelo, setting the items aside on the bed.

Crawling up Angelo’s body, Corey kissed him long and deep, then pulled back. “I’m gonna get you turned on now.”

Angelo smiled. “I’m already turned on.”

“Yeah? Well, I’m gonna get you
more
turned on.”

Chuckling, Angelo said, “Do your worst.”

“No.” Corey licked his earlobe. “I’ll do my best.”

Corey worked his way down Angelo’s body, stopping to spend time on his nipples, licking and sucking, his cock stiffening with each moan he heard from above. Sliding lower, he nibbled his way down to Angelo’s groin, and spread his thighs, settling on his stomach between them. Grabbing the lubricant, he dribbled it over Angelo’s cock, pouring a generous amount over his balls. It was strawberry flavored and the scent filled the room as Corey poured more of it on his fingers, then ran them over Angelo’s exposed hole.

“Oh, Christ,” Angelo said. “God, do that again.”

“Patience,” Corey said, and lowered his head down, licking the underside of Angelo’s sac.

“Ah...ah...okay.” Angelo exhaled loudly.

Corey breathed against Angelo’s hole, bringing a groan from him. “I’m in control, remember?”

Angelo’s hips lifted, his cock jutting up. “You’re in control,” he whispered.

Gently licking Angelo’s strawberry-coated opening, he felt his body jerk in surprise. Gripping Angelo around his thighs, Corey pulled him hard into his face, pressing his tongue against him.

Angelo whimpered, his ass cheeks clenching.

Corey eased back and stared up the line of Angelo’s body. His eyes were closed, hands gripping the blanket. “Is this all right?”

“Yeah.” Angelo nodded. “Intense.”

“Not uncomfortable?”

Angelo grinned. “Do it again.
Please
.”

Smiling, Corey dribbled more lube onto Angelo’s entrance, then licked it off, lapping at him. As Angelo’s breath came in short gasps, Corey grabbed his thighs and pulled him to his face again, sliding the tip of his tongue inside of him.

“Fuck, Corey.” Angelo clenched around his tongue, and Corey drove it in deeper. “Fuck! Holy shit.”

Withdrawing his tongue, Corey licked a line up the seam of Angelo’s sac, then smiled up at him. “Such
language
, Angelo,” he said, then buried his face in his ass again, moving his lips back and forth over his opening.

A high-pitched whimper came from above, then Angelo gasped. “This is gonna make me come. Oh God, Corey, it’s too much.”