Ripped (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) (2 page)

“Wrap your legs around me. We’re going to pause for a minute, though, give your body time to adjust before we pick it up, and relax, the worst is over. You feel so good wrapped around me, me inside your ass,” Kyle whispered against Roman’s lips.

Eventually, Roman felt his body relaxing as his hands pulled his partner closer.

“We’re as close as we can possibly get, Roman.”

“I want you Kyle, all of your hard cock!”

“You’ve got all of me. Every bit of my dick is inside your tight ass,” Kyle replied, picking up the rhythm as promised.

Roman felt his husband’s firm, even strokes as his own dick was hard and moistening
Kyle’s body.

“Sometimes this helps,” Kyle murmured, reaching to caress Roman’s dick in his hand. “I feel you hard and leaking against me.”

“Fuck me, Kyle,” Roman breathed.

“You’re not ready for that, but maybe for this…”

Roman felt Kyle stop immediately, causing him to writhe beneath him.

“Dammit, Kyle. Don’t stop. I’m so close!”

Reaching into the same nightstand, Roman watched Kyle retrieve a pair of red silk ribbons, binding his wrists above his head.

“Open your heart. Trust me.” Kyle spoke quietly as he continued the firm, even thrusts into Roman’s body.

“It feels good! Especially now…Kyle…” Roman breathed.

“It’s supposed to feel good…damn good, too. Of course, you know that for the last few minutes I have been tapping your prostate.”

“How do you know?”

“I just do…All flushed…trembling beneath me. I think you’re about to come…”

Seconds later, Roman felt his warm cum spill between them, as Kyle grabbed his ass in his hands, pulling him hard against him. “Damn, boy,” Kyle moaned. As his husband’s final thrust was so powerful that it almost pulled him to a sitting position on Kyle’s lap.

“I wanted us to come together…sort of seal our bodies. You’re mine now,” Kyle breathed against Roman’s trembling lips. “Looking so sweet lying under me,” he said, covering his husband’s lips with his own while releasing Roman’s wrists from the ribbons.

Afterward, Roman felt Kyle stroking his hair, as the tender gesture gradually faded to a more even pattern of breathing. This time Kyle was asleep, with Roman spread across his chest. Almost afraid to sleep, he fought the warm comfort of Kyle’s body, trying to will the moment from fading.

Hoping he had satisfied his young lover, he realized it wasn’t about mechanics, but two spirits joining to become one. The only difference between being intimate with Kyle and a woman was anatomy. All the other emotional elements were present. At forty-two, the vocal affirmations of Kyle, twelve years his junior, had riveted through him, piquing a curiosity and a passion that he knew would be impossible to tame.

It had seemed almost natural, subconscious even, as he had allowed Kyle to claim top status. Even more delicious to know was that at any time he could claim it, returning the same level of intimacy. The sound of the word top coming from Kyle’s lips made Roman realize that his life would now forever be defined by the mutual love of Kyle Stringer.

If someone had told him five years ago that he would be lying today intimately twined with a man, he would have scoffed at the idea. Not from a prejudice or disgust, but simply from his own improbability at the idea. Five years ago, he was married to his college sweetheart, Lisa, and expecting their first child. A tragic car accident had crushed those dreams, as their vehicle had been hit head-on by a drunk driver.

Lisa and their child died on a Wednesday, and Roman returned to work on the following Monday. Not allowing himself time to grieve, he remembered suppressing painful memories, taking control of his position as owner of Ripped, a specialty gym in his hometown of Hot Springs, Arkansas. He even conducted interviews, hiring a personal trainer for some new weight lifting classes. Smiling now, he retrieved the comforter from the floor, wrapping it around them both. Hiring that trainer was probably one of the best decisions he had ever made, and the other was allowing that same man to turn his body into a smoldering fire.

Kyle stirred in his sleep, mumbling, “If you don’t go to sleep, Roman, I am going to make you wish you had. It’s almost six in the morning.”

“You complete me, silly boy,” Roman said, wishing that he could tell Kyle what was really in his heart as he looked down into his eyes, stroking his cheek with his hand, only to feel Kyle put a hand under his chin, forcing his brown eyes back to ones that held something so raw that he was sure there were no words to describe it. “I’d like to take the lead. Reciprocate,” he said, suddenly looking away again.

“Look at me and quit acting like a prepubescent school boy who has just been deflowered. We both can bench press two hundred and fifty pounds. Besides, you were married before. I thought I had broken you of any inhibitions. Just tell me you want to be on top. I enjoy versatility.”

“My only unexplored inhibition is my need to make love to you, and I am breaking that right now,” Roman said as his lips traced the curve of Kyle’s neck.

Kyle returned his face to Roman’s saying, “Are you sure? I don’t expect it to be versatile every time, you know.”

“More sure than I have been of anything in a long time,” Roman whispered against Kyle’s lips.

“Then tell me you want to fuck me.”

As Roman hesitated, Kyle asked, “Didn’t you ever tell your wife? Say it, Roman!”

“I want to fuck you, Kyle,” Roman said,
watching Kyle’s eyes close in pleasure as he returned the rhythmic caress.

“So in love with you, Roman,” Kyle whispered while covering his partner’s lips with his own.

“It’s your turn, sweet boy,” Roman replied. “I want you to feel as good as you made me feel. If that’s even possible. Surrender to me now. I’m your top,” he continued, exploring more of his husband’s verbal lingo. He enjoyed Kyle’s arousal at the use of the words. “I think I enjoy being inside your ass just as much as I want you in mine.”

Any level of control that Roman believed he had was slowly dissolving as he felt Kyle restless and trembling beneath him. His thoughts repeatedly responded to Kyle’s affirmations of love, but his voice could not form the words, at least not yet.

“It won’t be long before we can sleep. I’m so close to coming,” Roman replied, breathless, pulling Kyle closer to him as the restlessness of his own body sought completion.

Waking from a deep sleep, familiar, searing pains coursed through Roman’s legs. Disturbing Kyle in the progress, he pulled his legs from their embrace, sitting on the side of the bed. The pain was almost unbearable, with sensations he described to doctors as “smoldering fire.” Reaching quickly into the nightstand, he retrieved his bottle of liquid Demerol, only to realize he had no water close to mix it with. His choices included trying to walk to the kitchen, or to use his glass of wine a short distance away. Before he had time to ponder either decision, Kyle was kneeling on the floor in front of him.

“The pain is worse this time, isn’t it?”

Not giving him a chance to reply, Roman watched Kyle disappear into the bathroom, retrieving a glass of water from the tap.

“Take your meds, and then I’m taking you to the ER!”

Roman violently shook his head.

“It’s anguish for me to see you like this, not to mention what you must be feeling.”

“The whirlpool, perhaps deep tissue massage,” Roman replied, breathless. “They have both worked in the past.”

Ten minutes later, both men were sitting in the tub, with Roman leaning against Kyle’s chest. As the effects of the medication mixed with the pulsating jets, Roman focused on Kyle’s voice in his ear mumbling something about visualization techniques he had learned as part of his physical therapy training.

Kyle’s voice was talking about two men very much in love on a beach near their condo on the lake, making promises in last night’s sunset. Barefoot, they both wore white, repeating vows in front of an intimate group of family and friends. He continued to talk about the older man’s nervousness, which he had carefully tried to hide later when they were alone. The younger man had quickly taken the lead, sealing their union.

After what seemed like only a few minutes, but was probably much longer, Roman heard Kyle whisper, “We need to get you out of here.”

Roman woke later to what smelled like homemade soup, as Kyle pushed a bowl at him.

“I made chicken noodle. I thought you might need something hot in your stomach on top of the medication. I guess what you said about not being much of a cook was right. I had to run to the store to even make that.”

“How long was I out?” Roman asked, running a hand through his chestnut hair, as he fought the groggy effects of the Demerol.

“We got in the tub at noon…were out by one…and now it’s almost eight. I’d say about seven hours.”

“Not much of a honeymoon, huh?”

“Just eat, we can talk later,” Kyle replied, visibly upset.

Between bites, Roman said, smiling, “Just talk? I had hoped that we could…” He paused at the odd look on Kyle’s face.

“Do nothing,” Kyle interrupted, finishing the sentence for him. “I think you should just take another dose of Demerol and rest until morning.”

“Before you interrupted me, I wanted to say that I wanted us to make love again later.”

“Probably no chance of that! Making love is not exactly the word I would have chosen, though,” Kyle said sarcastically, whispering an alternative under his breath, “and you seemed to be more than willing to do that last night!”

“I was willing to be open and honest with you.”

“That’s debatable! So how’s the pain responding to the medication?”

“A dull ache, and probably will be for a few days. Is there something I am missing in this conversation?” Roman asked, setting the bowl of half-eaten soup on the nightstand.

He felt Kyle take hold of his hand. “I have never meant anything more than what we shared last night on the beach and in this bed together.”

“Yeah, neither have I.”

Expecting Kyle to continue the conversation, Roman was surprised when his husband ran a hand over his face, abruptly standing, and ending with his back turned, looking out the window.

“We need to talk,” Kyle finally said.

“That’s obvious,” Roman said, limping slightly as he joined Kyle, wrapping his arms around him.

Kyle leaned into his embrace.

“Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong. You know I am glad you were here for me today.”

“I love you, Roman,” he murmured.

“Come to bed,” Roman whispered.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“What?” Roman asked as he began kissing Kyle’s neck.

“Stop,” Kyle replied, pulling away from his embrace as his sarcasm increased. “You didn’t seem to have a problem telling her grave last week, or every time we go, for that matter! How long have I been going with you now? Twice a week for the last year! Maybe we could make love. I could pretend to be Lisa, kind of a dark fantasy. What would you say to her?”

Turning to face him, it shocked Roman to see fresh tears in Kyle’s eyes, and it equally shocked to see him so vulnerable. Usually Kyle was picking up the pieces for him. “Don’t act naïve, Roman! However, you’ve always been good at doing that!”

“Silly boy, you know my feelings for you both publicly and certainly privately. Last night should have been proof of that,” he said as his hand wiped a tear present on Kyle’s cheek, and he tried to stay calm in spite of what he had said about Lisa.

“I’m not your silly boy! I am a man deeply in love! Did you know I’ve loved you from the moment I sat down in your office for that interview at Ripped? I waited three years for you to decide that you felt some sort of an attraction to me! Then, I think I spent another six months watching as you tried to pretend that our kiss in the locker room never happened! I remember you turning off the video tapes for our after-hours therapy sessions, saying something about
insurance liabilities
! I offered you my physical therapy services out of love, and have continued them even when the doctors have no explanation for the pain in your legs!”

By now Kyle’s shouting had more than infuriated Roman. “Well, I seem to be the one with the bottle of Demerol!”

“Thanks to me! Remember your pain management doctor? Edward? He’s providing you with those prescriptions as a personal favor to me. Yeah, that’s right! Edward and I were involved for almost a year during college. Why do you think I recommended him to you when you were unable to get pain meds anywhere else? I never felt for Edward what I am feeling for you right now. We were physical…very physical upon my recollection, but it was just that. I know we both cared for each other. I had never been with anyone else, but he had. You’re a smart man, Roman, so I know you had ideas about what would take place between us last night. Bet you didn’t know I felt your hands shaking as you undressed me. I was even happy to pet like teenagers for a few hours, but I couldn’t forget you telling me of your willingness to try whatever I wanted before I even laid a hand on you. Maybe I should lay another hand on you, a rougher one! You seemed to enjoy the
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I bought and my tenderness a bit too much!”