Henry's End (5 page)

Henry felt the sharp stab in his heart as his adrenal glands shot a release of hormones into his blood stream. Shaking his head no, he was shocked at how cool and calm his voice sounded, when he was anything but, “No. I don’t think so. You haven’t even bought me a drink yet.”

Walking around the big Marine to the driver’s side, Henry hit the remote, unlocking the door.

With a palm to the solar plexus to stop him, “Where are you going?” the Marine asked.

“Home,” Henry was very matter-of-fact.

“I thought you wanted me to buy you a drink?”

Stepping around the Marine, Henry opened the door to his black BMW and got in. “I do…” and he closed the door and started the engine.

Rolling down the window, he added with a smile, “… on Sunday.” Gunning the Beamer’s engine, he left the Marine in the dusty parking lot with a smile on his handsome face.

Well played
, Henry congratulated himself.
Let him ache for me as much as I’ve been aching for him.

“You did what?” Edwin gasped over Sunday morning breakfast, fanning himself. “That was such a hot move. You are a man after my heart, my little protégé. That was just brilliant.”

Henry chuckled and took another sip of his coffee, “I swear I don’t know where it came from. It was like my alter ego took over. You know this man gets what he wants, when he wants it. And I just wanted to give him a run for his money.”

“He’s had a chub since Friday night thinking about what he wants to do to you. Are you nervous?” Edwin raised his brows.

Holding out a shaking hand, “I don’t know how I’m going to drive down there. My knees are shaking. I knew I couldn’t cycle it, but I kind of wish I had, just to get rid of this nervous energy.”

Sitting back in his chair, Edwin pulled out his pack of Galoises and lit one, “Oh to be young again. Promise me details. I am living vicariously through your twenty-something year old cock.”

Henry wasn’t surprised the Marine was nowhere in sight when he descended the steep wooden staircase leading to The Hole’s patio. With every cell in his body humming on an elevated frequency, he wanted to jump out of his skin, feel the Marine’s hands on him, his body crushed up against his. Walking over to the bar, Ryan greeted him with a warm smile and a shot of Jack.

“I definitely need this,” Henry was shaking his head knowingly.

“Hard day?” Ryan awaited his response.

“No, but I’m hoping it gets hard soon,” and he gazed around the darkened inside space.

“Looking for someone to take on that task?” Ryan poured a second shot for Henry and a first one for himself.

Clinking glasses, they simultaneously threw back the shots, “We’ll see if he shows.” Henry’s expression was dubious. Leaning across the bar and talking in a hushed tone, “I can’t get this guy off my mind. I will be seriously bummed if he no-shows.”

With his face just inches from Henry’s, eyes locked, “Whoever he is, he’d be an ass to stand you up.”

Henry laughed, “You are so good for my ego.”

And out of nowhere, descending like an eagle whose position was being poached by foreign interlopers, the Marine was there, slinging an arm quickly and casually over Henry’s shoulder, staking his claim. Except there was nothing casual in his smooth and swift assertion. He was letting Ryan know, in no uncertain terms, “Back off, dude.” Henry was his.

Straightening up, Ryan didn’t skip a beat as he slapped another shot glass on the bar and poured a drink for the three of them. Lifting his glass, he said to the Marine, “We haven’t met yet, I’m Ryan.”

“Cody,” the Husky-eyed Marine clinked glasses with both men.

A name. I have a name. Cody
, thought Henry. Feeling like he had the upper hand for the first time, as the guy didn’t know his name.

His victory was short-lived.

Tightening his hold on Henry’s shoulder and pulling him closer, “Henry, I didn’t know if you were biking or taking the car today.”

Henry stiffened against him.
How the fuck does he know my name?

There was a smile in Cody’s eyes, a dangerous smile, which made Henry feel as if his knees were going to buckle. The Marine was now asserting his dominance over Henry emotionally. Last week it had been physical dominance. The few brain cells that were still correctly synapsing screamed, “Run,” but Henry just searched the man’s mirth-filled eyes.

Cody signed his claim by leaning forward and placing a rough kiss on Henry’s lips.

I’m so fucked. Literally.
Henry knew he was so far over his head with the handsome Marine that he was rendered speechless. And powerless.

Clearly enjoying his effect, Cody grabbed Henry’s hand, “Excuse us,” he said to Ryan, “I still owe Henry a dance from last Sunday.”

Pulling him over his stumbling feet out onto the patio, Cody insinuated them into the throbbing, tightly-packed, crowd-filling–every-inch small dance floor. Although not a slow dance, the Marine pulled Henry against his muscular frame, hands sliding around to Henry’s ass, pressing their pelvises together. Cody’s large hands roughly kneaded Henry’s rear, pressing him firmly into his ever-hardening cock.

The soft, full lips against Henry’s ear were the pièce de résistance. “I told you that you don’t want to dance with little boys.”

Speechless, Henry nodded.

“You only dance with me. Is that clear?”

Continuing to nod, Henry found both his voice and his smile. “Are you always this bossy?”

And for the first time, Henry heard Cody genuinely laugh, an irresistible dimple claiming his right cheek. “I guess I am.”

“Tell me about you,” Henry searched his impossibly blue eyes, marveling that they turned almost pure white around the pupil.

“What do you want to know?” Cody’s hips were grinding into him, their cocks rubbing through their clothes.

“Everything. Where are you from?” Henry had detected a southern drawl.

Cody’s eyes shone, “Calhoun, Georgia.”

“Ah, a southern gentleman.” It was hard to speak with a long, hard cock rubbing slowly against his own. “An officer and a gentleman?” Henry questioned.

Throwing his head back with laughter, “Don’t ever expect me to be a gentle man with you.”

Trying to hide the slight tremble in his hands as he inserted the key into the lock, Henry leaned his shoulder against the door to steady himself. Feeling Cody’s heat so close behind him, he could not remember wanting someone so much since he was a little boy. Since Jimmy. The anticipation was reaching a fevered pitch and he could feel the fine hairs on the back of his neck standing at attention for the military man.

“How’d you know my name?” Turning to him, a perplexed look on his face, it had been on his mind since they were at The Hole.

With a cocky smile, he laughed. “DMV contacts.”

Handing him a cold beer, they clinked bottles and each took a long swig. Setting his bottle on a coaster, Cody pulled Henry against him so that he could feel his hardness through his pants.

“I’ve been like this since you told me no the other night.” He ground himself into Henry’s hardening groin.

“You’re not used to being told no, are you?” Henry was becoming amused.

Shaking his head, “No one tells me no. No one.”

Sliding a hand between them so that he could run his fingers down Cody’s impressive bulge, giving it a slight tug as he reached the down-facing head. “Don’t like having your chain yanked?”

“You are very surprising,” Cody laughed. “Most people I deal with would be afraid to do that. I’m used to people being afraid of me.”

With a hand still caressing the head of Cody’s cock through his worn jeans, “Should I be?”

Cody’s eyes were locked onto his and the slight, barely imperceptible nod of his head made Henry gasp. Turned on by the reaction, he placed a hand behind Henry’s head and pulled it to him, crushing his lips into Henry’s and claiming his mouth with a greedy and adventurous tongue.

With a hand on either side of Henry’s face, Cody continued to pillage his mouth and then suddenly pulled away, letting his lips graze Henry’s cheek to his ear.

“Yes, you should be. Now get on your knees.” He pushed Henry firmly from the shoulders downward toward the rug. They had already shared latest blood test results, the new gay ritual as prevalent as exchanging business cards at a networking lunch, and now Cody was done letting Henry have any power.

Obliging, Henry willingly sank to his knees. Cody unzipped with his right hand, holding Henry’s head at bay with his left. Once free from his jeans, saluting in all his engorged glory, he pulled Henry by the hair to his expecting cock.

“I’ve waited all week for this,” his voice was gruff as he pushed Henry’s mouth onto its weeping head. “I don’t wait for anyone, but I waited for you, Henry Clark.”

Henry had imagined this exact scenario all week. The Marine’s cock was exactly what he’d expected: thick, long and cut. He took him deep and fast.

He waited for me.
If his lips hadn’t been wrapped around the man, Henry knew he’d be smiling at the thought. This man had been as obsessed all week as he had. Whatever this crazy animal attraction was between them, it wasn’t a one way street.

With the tip of his stiffened tongue, Henry swiped around the ridge of the domed head and then followed lightly with his front teeth.

“Oh yeah. Do me like that. Just like that.”

I’m going to make you come undone. Your head won’t be turning to look at any of those hot boys on the base when I’m done with you. You’re going to crave my mouth, only my mouth.
Henry was determined to make Cody want exactly what he wanted from Henry.

Lost in the sensation, his own cock grew stiffer every time the Marine pulled on his hair and groaned. Inching his hands up the back of Cody’s thighs, Henry let his fingers stray to the hard, round muscles of his ass. With a hand on each cheek, he pressed forward, forcing the throbbing sensation to reach close to the back of his throat. He wanted to gag, but consciously told himself not to, determined to show Cody he could take everything he was giving, which Henry estimated to be close to seven, thick inches.

“God, you suck like a pro.” Continuing to drive deep, “I could live with my cock in your mouth. You love this, don’t you? Sucking my cock. I’ve been hard for you for a week. I wanted to ram my cock up your hot ass last Sunday in that bathroom stall.”

Henry moaned at the last part of the Marine’s monologue, remembering the pressure of what it felt like to have Cody pressed against him, restraining him.

“Yeah, you like that thought, huh? You can’t wait to feel my cock buried in your ass. I know that’s what you want. You don’t just want to be on your knees, you want to be on all fours feeling me ram into you. I can’t wait to feel you under me buried in your tight ass.” Cody was driving relentlessly into Henry’s mouth and he was lost to both the sensation and his own fantasy. “You are going to bottom for me and no one else.” Pulling Henry’s hair so that he’d look up at him. “You got that, my bottom only.”

Attempting to stare intently into Henry’s eyes, Cody appeared to be trying hard to remain focused. “You bottom only for me.” He was looking for a response.

Henry nodded, sending him over the edge, thrusting to the back of Henry’s throat, thick hot spurts lining Henry’s mouth. “Suck it all down, fag. Take every drop, you dirty fag.”