The Boyfriend Experience (3 page)

“You sure?” Darren wrapped his arms around Ethan’s waist, pulling him in.

Ethan nodded before looking up, locking gaze with Darren. The bright lights on the giant tree reflected in Ethan’s eyes. Darren was transfixed by the lights dancing in those blue orbs.

Their lips touched. The softness Darren felt on his lips prompted him to go deeper, licking his tongue into Ethan’s warm mouth. Their tongues fluttered and danced as they both forgot to breathe.

Darren touched his forehead to Ethan’s as their lips finally parted. He felt light-headed, and not just from the lack of air. He was drunk on the man in his arms, intoxicated by his exuberance and bedazzled by his mystique.

“Come on,” Darren said after a long moment, his voice low and raspy. “Let’s go home.”

* * *

Darren looked at Ethan as his driver Bobby took them towards his home in the Upper East Side. Ethan’s attention was directed at something out the window, although it didn’t appear to be anything in particular.

He hadn’t expected the night to happen as it did—well, he had no idea how the night could’ve gone, but skating at the Rockefeller Rink wasn’t what he’d expected. The spontaneity had been a welcomed surprise.

Darren smiled faintly as he relaxed in his seat, his eyes still focused on Ethan. Ethan, without a doubt, was a good-looking man, but there was something about the man that made him want to dig deeper, to find out more. It was like there was a whole other hidden side to the man; something more than the playful yet mature image he portrayed for his boyfriend persona.

Ethan was an enigma that pulled at Darren’s curiosity.

The kiss wormed its way back into Darren’s thoughts. It’d surprised him that a simple kiss like that had had such an enormous effect on him. Darren had felt himself beyond aroused by the kiss they’d shared, and it made him want more. A lot more.

Bobby dropped them off at the door of his building, and the doorman came to greet him, opening the door for them. He looked with interest at Darren’s arm around Ethan’s waist but said nothing aside from a simple greeting, as he should.

Once they were in his apartment, Darren helped Ethan out of his coat, hanging it in the closet before doing the same with his own. He led Ethan into the living room.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said before he padded towards the open kitchen, taking off his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves at the same time. “You want anything to drink?”

“What are you drinking?” Ethan asked as he browsed Darren’s enormous bookshelf.

“Scotch.”

“I’ll have one too, then. Straight up.”

Darren poured a finger of the amber liquid into each glass before making his way towards Ethan, glasses in hand.

“See anything you like?” Darren muttered against Ethan’s ear as he handed a glass to him, then wrapped his free hand around Ethan’s waist. He took a sip from his own glass.

The lingering scent of the man’s cologne tickled his nose, sending a warm pulse down to his belly, arousing him. He closed his eyes briefly as he took a deeper breath.

“Just admiring the volumes,” Ethan said as he turned to face Darren. He sipped from the glass as he stepped closer to Darren.

“I want to thank you,” Darren said, letting his fingers dance over Ethan’s dress shirt, massaging the younger man’s waist lightly, “for a wonderful evening.”

“The night is still young,” Ethan replied, taking Darren’s hands into his own, letting their fingers entwine. He reached up and placed a feather-light kiss on Darren’s lips.

* * *

Nate stared out at the lights of the city as they drove through Midtown. His thoughts kept wandering back to Darren and the kiss they’d shared earlier. He could still feel the solid warmth under his hand when he tripped on the ice and fell on top of Darren. The same solid warmth as when Darren had wrapped him in his arms, kissing him.

The picture from the file Darcy had sent him, didn’t do Darren justice. The man was so much more than a pretty face in a nice suit. Perhaps it was because of the circumstances under which they’d met, but the man had a hidden playful side that was a stark contrast to the hint of darkness on the surface. Nate doubted that most people, even those closest to him, were aware of the Darren’s hidden qualities.

It wasn’t his place to question his clients' intentions, but Nate couldn’t help wondering why Darren had hired him. Darren could’ve had anyone he wanted.

The man, quoting a friend of his, was gorgeous. Six feet and change in height; the man was muscular and solid, and he had a face that belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine. His dark brown eyes were magnetic; it was difficult to look away from them. Broodingly handsome was barely enough to describe the man.

The driver, whose name was Bobby, as Nate found out, dropped them off at the door of Darren’s building. Darren waited for him to get out of the car before extending his arm over Nate’s waist. Nate was surprised to find that neither Bobby nor the doorman had commented on that.

The first thing Nate noticed about Darren’s apartment wasn’t how spacious it was. Most men he’d engaged were of a certain class, so he’d seen his share of penthouse apartments. The first thing Nate noticed was the giant wall of books in the living room. He couldn’t help being drawn to those shelves.

The man had a collection ranging from social theory to music and arts to—he chuckled—Harry Potter.

He felt Darren come to a stop next to him, handing him a glass with a splash of Scotch. Darren’s hands were back on his waist, his fingers playing lightly with the fabric of his shirt. “See anything you like?”

Nate turned, taking a sip from his glass as he looked up at Darren.
Definitely
, he said to himself; yet another man who he wouldn’t mind having a real relationship with in another life. Instead, he shook his head softly. “Just admiring the volumes,” he answered as he stepped closer to Darren.

“I want to thank you for a wonderful evening,” Darren said, his voice taking on a dark, raspy quality.

Nate wanted to say that it was his job, but it didn’t seem appropriate. The truth was he'd had a good time himself too—that, and he didn’t want this to be just a “job”, for reasons he’d rather not think about.

“The night is still young,” Nate said instead.

He took Darren’s hand from his waist into his own hand, threading their fingers, before reaching up and pressing his lips to Darren’s in a light, gentle caress. Darren leaned in for more, but Nate pulled away. With Darren’s hand still in his, he led Darren slowly back towards the black leather couch before pushing Darren to sit down.

Darren took a big gulp of his drink then set it aside. He brought the back of Nate’s hand to his lips for a gentlemanly kiss before pulling Nate forward to straddle his lap. Nate put his drink on the side table next to Darren’s. Nate let Darren slide his jacket off, tossing it aside, before resting his arms over Darren’s shoulders, leaning in for a kiss.

The kiss began slow, just brief touches of their lips, until Darren’s hands found their way to Nate’s sides and slid up his back. Darren fixed a hand over Nate’s nape, pulling him closer to explore the depths of his mouth. Nate could taste the Scotch on Darren’s tongue—salty, smoky, with a bit of fruit. Their tongues danced as Darren’s large hands roamed Nate’s backside. And Nate felt his body heating up as he slowly became aroused.

His hips undulated to a slow, unknown rhythm as he threaded his fingers into Darren’s perfectly styled hair. The soft strands sliding through his fingers felt like silk. He moaned softly as Darren’s hands moved down to his buttocks, cupping one in each hand and squeezing firmly.

Nate trailed his kisses down the corner of Darren’s lips. The stubble on the side of the man’s face pricked as he licked and nipped his way down to his neck. Darren tipped his head back, giving him room to roam. Nate trailed his tongue over a spot on Darren’s neck, and felt the man’s body jolt lightly with a soft gasp. He grinned and continued to nibble and suck at that spot.

He pulled open Darren’s silver Zegna tie before working on the dark material of the shirt. Dropping to the floor on his knees, he dragged his tongue over the hard lines of Darren’s lightly haired chest after quickly undoing the buttons. He could tell that Darren worked out regularly from the tight, muscular chest and firm eight pack. He caressed the hard washboard abs as his lips reached for Darren’s nips.

“Yeah… that’s it…” Nate heard Darren groan as his lips came to the man’s right nipple, flicking the bud with the tip of his tongue until it was erect. He reached for Darren’s left nipple, pinching and playing with the half-hard man nip, drawing out another gasp.

Darren reached for Nate’s hair, threading through the tussled locks for a tight grip as Nate kissed his way down Darren’s happy trail.

Nate could feel Darren unconsciously rocking his hips, looking for more. He undid Darren’s pants and slid the soft material down. The man’s cock was thick and long, stretching against the black cotton of his boxer briefs. Nate’s mouth watered at the sight of the man’s thickness. He licked the sides of Darren’s cock, wetting the cotton with his saliva before fixing his lips tight around the head, sucking lightly to stimulate the hard flesh. He nuzzled at the thick length, letting the pungent scent of the man’s playground and the sweet smell of pre-cum permeate his senses.

He pulled Darren’s shorts down and got rid of them along with the pants. Darren spread his legs wide to let Nate get at his goodies. Nate licked a streak up Darren’s inner thigh, then teased his round balls with his tongue as he buried his nose into the trimmed playground. Darren grunted as Nate sucked gently at his boys.

He felt Darren’s hand tighten over his hair, “Open.”

Nate looked up and found Darren holding the base of his cock with his free hand. Darren’s cock was long and smooth with a flared, plump head. Nate opened his mouth obediently and let Darren feed him his thick shaft.

He bobbed his head up and down as far as he could without gagging. Darren’s hand remained tightly over his hair, directing his head gently as he serviced the man.

“Oh… yeah…” Nate heard Darren grunt out as the man began thrusting lightly up into his mouth. “Take that, boy.”

There was something about being nearly fully dressed and sucking on someone’s cock that always made Nate hot and bothered. His cock throbbed in his dress pants, aching for attention. He gripped Darren’s hip with one hand and reached down to undo his pants with the other as he continued to suck at Darren’s cock.

He moaned around Darren’s thickness as his fingers wrapped themselves over his own shaft. His eyes fluttered shut as he began to stroke himself.

Nate moaned in protest when Darren pulled him off of his cock.

“Strip,” Darren ordered. “Slowly. I want to see you…”

Nate grinned. He stood up from where he was kneeling and began working the buttons of his shirt open one by one while swaying his body gently. He reached in to play with his own nipples, gasping and sighing with pleasure as his fingers twisted and pulled at the buds.

He shrugged off the shirt, leaving his tie around his neck, and tossed the shirt to one side.

Darren reached for his cock and jacked himself as he watched Nate dance for him, slowly removing the last bits of his clothing. When Nate was done, Darren reached for the tie still around his neck.

Nate climbed back on the couch, straddling Darren’s legs when Darren pulled him close by his tie. He moaned softly at the sensation of their dicks sliding against each other.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Darren said as he loosened the tie, slipping it off Nate’s neck and tossing it behind him.

Nate leaned in for a kiss, letting his tongue play with the other man’s. Darren caressed Nate’s back gently before moving down to cup the round bubbles of his ass. Nate panted against the side of Darren’s face when a digit probed his entrance teasingly. He held onto Darren’s neck and began rubbing up against him, looking for more friction, more contact, more… anything. He let out a series of gasps and moans against Darren’s cheek when the man’s finger probed deeper into him.

He hadn’t felt so desperate with a client in a long time. Nate buried his face into the side of Darren’s neck and almost begged.

“Come on,” Darren said in a raspy voice. “Let’s move somewhere a bit more comfortable. Hmm?”

Nate let Darren lead him into the bedroom and push him down on the soft bed. He watched Darren as he shrugged off the black shirt that was hanging from his shoulders and made his way to the bed.

Darren leaned down to kiss Nate, deep and urgent this time. The heated desires in those dark eyes were unmistakable and overwhelming as Darren wreaked havoc on Nate’s senses.

Nate groaned when he felt the plump head of Darren’s thick, slick cock invade his ass. He was naturally tight so it burned slightly as Darren entered him, but the discomfort quickly turned into pleasure as Darren began to thrust shallowly, coaxing him to open up. He reached up for Darren as the man began to speed up, pulling him down for more kisses as Darren pushed his long legs against his chest. He groaned in ecstasy with Darren’s every thrusts, deeper and more powerful each time.

“Oh god…” Nate cried out, reaching up to grab onto Darren’s arms, fingers digging into the solid flesh of his biceps. He could feel his climax starting to build with each stab of Darren’s thickness.

“Fuck!” Darren groaned, pulling out and flipping Nate onto his hands and knees before plunging back into Nate. His powerful thrusts sent Nate stumbling forward onto his shoulders. Nate buried his head into the bed, moaning continuously as his fingers scrabbled over the sheets for something to grab onto.

Nate reached one hand under his body and began stroking himself. He was close, lingering right there on the edge. His hands quickened to follow Darren’s rhythm, stroking up and down his throbbing hardness. He could feel his balls begin to tighten as his orgasm took over his senses. “Oh fuck!” he cried out as his eyes rolled back, and shot his warm cream all over the sheets beneath him.

Darren’s grunts grew louder as his thrusts became more and more erratic. “Oh god, I’m coming!”