Smoky (2 page)

“Good one,” Smoky said. “Janos needs to lose a pound or two of cockiness. May I walk you back to your table?”

“Good idea. Tommy gets pissy if he thinks he’s been abandoned.”

“I don’t think he’s too concerned at the moment.” Smoky pointed to the dance floor where Tommy was undulating to the music. “He’s got some sweet moves.”

Jaramie watched his friend move as though his body had extra joints and a rubber spine. “He’s an amazing dancer,” he said with sincere admiration.

“I’ll bet he’s an amazing lover too.”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“Really? The two of you never hooked up? Not even out of curiosity?”

“I’m not… like that,” Jaramie said slowly. “I know you think I’m a square, or lame, or whatever word you use for someone who’s sexually unsophisticated, but I can’t jump into bed with just anybody.”

“No? What does it take to get into your pants?”

Jaramie glanced involuntarily at the deejay’s booth as he answered. “I’m not really sure; it’s always a surprise to me when I meet someone I want to sleep with.”

“If you want to meet Janos, I can easily arrange it.”

Jaramie grimaced like a kitten tasting sour cream. “He’s hot and all, but Tommy warned me about him.”

“There’s a reason we call him Sneezy.” Smoky smiled. “He uses guys–and girls–like Kleenex; blows his nose once and tosses them away.”

“That’s definitely not what I’m looking for. He makes me hard, but I’m not looking for a one night stand.”

“Then you’re in the wrong place, Cupcake.”

“Look, Samuel—Smoky—whatever, my friend talked me into coming here.”

“Oh? Do you have to be talked into things?”

“I don’t like the way this conversation is going.”

“Can’t take criticism?”

“Not from strangers who don’t know me.”

“How can you say we’re strangers after that dance?”

“Just because you shoved your cock up against my ass doesn’t make us best friends forever.”

“That’s better.” Smoky chuckled. “You’ve got some fire in you after all.”

“Are you making fun of me?”

Smoky shook his head. “No, Cupcake; I am most certainly not making fun of you.” He took Jaramie’s hand again. “Can I show you something?”

“What?”

“Just come with me. Come on; be brave.”

“I don’t want to make Tommy worry.”

“No problem.” Smoky signaled the deejay again. “All fixed. Janos will tell your friend that you’re with me.”

“I don’t think I should.”

“Why not? You’re not really scared, are you?”

“A little,” Jaramie said honestly. “I don’t really know you, and your clothes send a message.”

Smoky stroked a hand down one of the studded leather straps that crisscrossed his chest. “And to think I dressed down tonight.”

Jaramie had to smile at that. “I guess I’m not exactly dressed for church either,” he said.

“Come with me,” Smoky said, his voice dropping a half-octave. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

The little hairs rose on Jaramie’s forearms as that dark chocolate voice melted in his ears. Dancing with Smoky had raised his heart rate and put a blizzard of butterflies in his belly, but he’d felt that effect with other men, and he’d managed to resist them. Why was the little voice in his head telling him that this one was different? Why did he feel so sure that each step he took brought him closer to a point of no return? Why was he being such an old maid? “Okay,” he said. “Show me.”

“Excellent!” Smoky pulled Jaramie down a narrow hall beside the stage that led to an even narrower staircase. “Sorry about the climb, but it’ll be worth it.”

Jaramie followed the other man up the steep steps and through the door at the top. He’d counted three stories and wasn’t particularly surprised when they emerged onto the roof, but the panorama spread out in front of him took his breath away. “It’s beautiful,” he said, walking to stand at the edge and lean against the wall.

“It really is, isn’t it?” Smoky came up behind Jaramie and slipped his arms around him.

“What are you doing?”

“Holding you. Do you mind?”

“I guess not.” In fact, it felt wonderful to have Smoky’s arms around him. “But don’t get any funny ideas.”

“Like what?” Smoky nuzzled at Jaramie’s nape.

“Like that.”

“Are you sure you don’t mean this?” Smoky licked the hollow behind Jaramie’s left earlobe.

“Cut it out.” Jaramie groaned as one of Smoky’s hands slid down to brush his crotch.

“I thought so. The dancing turned you on a little, didn’t it?”

“None of your business.”

“Hey, there were two of us involved, you know. Be fair.” Smoky pressed his crotch to Jaramie’s backside, letting him feel how hard he was.

“Man, you really don’t take no for an answer, do you?”

“I haven’t heard you say no yet.” Smoky squeezed the bulge in Jaramie’s jeans.

Jaramie moaned, leaning heavily on the retaining wall. “Please,” he whispered.

“You don’t have to beg,” Smoky said, squeezing again. “Just let me love you.”

“You mean let you
make
love to me.”

“We have to start somewhere.” Smoky’s breath was warm on the back of Jaramie’s neck. “Come on, pretty baby. Let me love you and see where it takes us.”

“I don’t—”

“Usually do this kind of thing,” Smoky finished for him. “I believe you. I won’t think you’re a slut. I was just hoping that I turned you on as much as you turned me on.”

Jaramie sucked in a sharp breath as Smoky squeezed a little harder. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny,” he said. “That’s what scares me.”

“Why is it scary?” Smoky continued to fondle Jaramie through his jeans as he talked.

“I don’t know what will happen if I let myself go.”

“No one does, but I can promise you that I’ll make you feel good. What’s so bad about that?”

“Nothing, I just—” Jaramie’s words trailed off into a moan. “Damn it; that does feel good.”

“Just relax.” Smoky deftly unbuttoned Jaramie’s jeans and slipped his hand through the fly, unhindered by underwear. “Let me please you.”

Jaramie silenced the nattering voice in his brain and turned his head, offering his lips.

Smoky leaned forward, taking Jaramie’s mouth in a kiss as exciting as it was awkward. Licking delicately at Jaramie’s lush lips, Smoky enticed them to open. His first taste of Jaramie set an instant hunger in him for more, and he forgot all about the calculated slow seduction that was his trademark. He felt a craving that he was instantly convinced would be with him the rest of his life; he was addicted on the first hit, no doubt about it and the irony of it did not escape him. The seducer seduced; the hunter ensnared, hoist upon his own petard, as the cliché went. He supposed that it had to happen sometime, but he’d never imagined he’d be roped in by a blushing pretty boy. Twinks didn’t appeal to him at all, but he hadn’t been able to resist teasing this cupcake, and now look at him. He was hooked and being reeled in closer with each passing second.

“Wait!” Jaramie said breathlessly. “This is happening too fast. My head is spinning.”

“You’re not alone,” Smoky answered. “I’ve never felt like this before, but I don’t think I can stop. Tell me it’s okay to keep going. Please.”

“Shit!” Jaramie gasped as the ball of Smoky’s thumb glided over the tip of his cock. “It’s okay; keep going.”

Smoky adroitly slid Jaramie’s jeans down over the curve of his ass and caressed the velvety skin. Jaramie shivered as the night air touched his bare flesh but didn’t think too hard about what was happening. He wanted to go with the flow for once in his life—no careful calculations or second guesses—and if he was making a big mistake, he’d take responsibility for it, but he didn’t get the sense that this leather stud meant him any harm. Giving himself up to pure sensation, he braced his hands against the concrete wall in tacit submission.

“Damn, you’ve got a beautiful ass,” Smoky murmured, as he parted Jaramie’s cheeks. “I promise there’ll be more foreplay next time, but I have to have you right now, or I’m going to explode.”

Next time.
Jaramie’s heart leaped and settled into an even faster rhythm. He moaned at the exquisite feeling as Smoky rubbed delicately at the sensitive skin around his hole. When Smoky knelt to lick at the crinkled opening, Jaramie’s knees almost buckled. He thought he was going to scream the first time Smoky’s tongue darted into him, but he was soon rocking his hips, pushing back into the intimate caress, his body begging for more. It had been months since he’d slept with anyone, and Smoky Samuel was a talented man. Jaramie groaned when Smoky stopped, but it was a temporary frustration. Smoky’s finger replaced his tongue, thrusting and finding Jaramie’s prostate while he stroked Jaramie’s arousal with his other hand. “Are you ready for me, pretty baby?” Smoky asked, his voice grainy with desire.

Jaramie nodded vehemently, too breathless to answer in words, pushing his ass shamelessly onto Smoky’s fingers. He heard the creak of leather as Smoky freed his cock, and he stole a look under his arm. Smoky’s dick was as long and slender as the man himself and Jaramie abruptly couldn’t wait to feel it filling him up.

“Easy,” Smoky said softly as he rolled on a condom. “I’m going to make this so good for you. Just let me take care of you, okay?”

Jaramie stilled the rocking of his hips and felt the head of Smoky’s cock nudge his entrance. Liquid fire ran through his veins, and he trembled with the strain of holding himself in check as Smoky worked the tip inside him. “Come on. Come on. Come on,” he chanted breathlessly, as Smoky paused on the threshold.

“I’ll give you what you need,” Smoky said, wrapping his hands around Jaramie’s hipbones. “Just be patient for another minute.” Slowly, he eased his length into the tight channel until his balls rested against Jaramie’s. Just as slowly, he withdrew before pushing back in.

“Fuck!” Jaramie exclaimed. “That feels incredible. Don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry,” Smoky said in a strained voice. “I’m not going to stop until you beg me to.”

With the same sweet, sultry rhythm he’d exhibited on the dance floor, Smoky thrust into Jaramie, savoring each whimpering moan of pleasure that told him he was hitting the right spot. He reached around and took hold of Jaramie’s arousal again, pumping it to the same beat. Jaramie rocked his hips, fucking Smoky’s fist with unselfconscious enthusiasm as Smoky drove him closer and closer to the peak. He clutched desperately at the top of the wall as though he feared he might fly off into the night sky as Smoky’s agile fingers wrung a climax from him. Pleasure bloomed at his core and swept through him, leaving him panting and sagging in the aftermath. Smoky’s arm around his waist held him upright until he got a grip on the wall again. Nearly delirious with the force the orgasm, he held on as Smoky plunged into him, deep and hard.

“So good,” Jaramie murmured, as Smoky shuddered and thrust one last time, burying his spurting cock to the hilt.

“Me too. Never felt anything this good,” Smoky said, his lips moving against the fabric of Jaramie’s gauzy shirt. He leaned there for a long time, taking deep breaths as the echoes of his climax reverberated throughout his body. “You’ve ruined me for anyone else.”

“Yeah, right.” Jaramie moved restlessly. “Would you mind pulling out now?”

“Sorry.” Smoky withdrew gently, peeled off the condom, and tucked himself away. When Jaramie turned, Smoky tried to pull him into an embrace.

“You don’t have to pretend this meant something to you,” Jaramie said. “I’m a big boy.”

“Whoa,” Smoky said softly. “Why so harsh? I thought we just shared something beautiful.”

“A lubeless fuck on the roof? Don’t make me laugh.”

“Do I look like a joker?” The smile dropped from Smoky’s face, and Jaramie was shocked to stillness for a moment.

“Well, really, do you expect me to believe that this meant anything to you?” Jaramie said when he found his voice. “You probably do this twice a night with the fresh meat.”

Smoky shook his head. “Not more than twice a week,” he said gravely.

Jaramie gave the other man a dubious look. “You’re teasing me now, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess I am, but only because this is suddenly really important to me.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“Get used to it, Cupcake. I don’t always feel obligated to make sense.”

“Why do I have to get used to it?”

“Because you’re going to be seeing a lot of me, if I have my way.”

“You just had your way.”

“Well, I want my way again. What do you think about that?”

“Seriously?” Jaramie met Smoky’s eyes at last. “Don’t play with me. I’m not good at games.”

“This is no game.” Smoky paused. “Well, it might have started out that way, but you got to me in a way I didn’t expect. I admit it.”

“I really want to believe you, but—” Jaramie chewed on his lower lip. “It’s just too incredible to think that anything could come of this.”

“Why?”

“Because….” Jaramie’s voice trailed off uncertainly. “I don’t know; it just seems so unlikely.”

“It can become whatever we want it to, if we both believe in it.”

“That seems too easy.”

“Does it? Come on; was it easy for you to come up here with me? Was it easy to give yourself like that?” Smoky paused as Jaramie shook his head. “I didn’t think so. So, why did you do it?”

“I don’t know. It’s definitely not something I’d normally do.”

“Screw normal.” Smoky held out his hand. “What’s your name, Cupcake?”

Jaramie laughed abruptly. “My name’s Jaramie,” he said, taking Smoky’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Now that we’re acquainted, would you like to go out with me sometime?”

“Yeah, I would.”

“I get off in two hours.”

“I thought you got off five minutes ago.” Jaramie grinned.

Smoky laughed. “I like you,” he said. “And I have the feeling that this is the start of something really wonderful. I know it’s crazy, but I—”

“Jaramie!” Tommy burst through the door with Janos right behind him. “Jaramie!”

“I’m over here,” Jaramie said, waving at his friend.

“What the fuck?” Tommy said. “You had me worried out of my mind.”