Too Stupid to Live(Romancelandia) (6 page)

Fuck, the heat from the hot tub was making Sam lightheaded or something, because the gazebo was spinning like he was going to faint. He struggled to suck in some oxygen. He couldn’t stop staring at Ian, and while he did, Ian started getting hard, his prick bobbing up slightly and his sac tightening. Sam could just see the testicles inside Ian’s scrotum, perfect ovals weighting the bottom of the sac, and his mouth watered. Yum. He was even symmetrical.

So Sam had a little bit of a testicle fetish. So he liked to lie on his back and have a guy with big nuts straddling his head, teasing him by dragging them across his lips and skin, pubes tickling him, soft scrotum tightening slowly, until finally the guy told Sam to open his mouth and suck. He loved trying to fit both of those eggs inside his mouth at the same time, trying to feel them in his throat. Laving them with his tongue and tugging gently, sometimes even with his teeth, until the guy was nearly suffocating him, shoving his balls in Sam’s mouth, trailing pre-cum on Sam’s cheeks and forehead and nose.

“Well, I can see you like
that
.” Ian’s voice—the real life one, not the fantasy one—jarred Sam.

Camouflaging bubbles, my boiled pink ass
. Sam stood up, boner and all, and got the hell out of the hot tub. Without thinking about where he was headed or what he was going to tell Nik (if he ever showed up), he fled.

Ian caught him in the laundry room. Came up silently behind him, sliding an arm around his waist and palming Sam’s chest, then pulling him back into his body. His dick poked into Sam’s cheek muscle like it was checking him for tenderness.

Sam had ignored it when Ian walked in. He had no clue how Ian had found him in the laundry room, couldn’t even explain how he’d ended up there, hands planted on the dryer, trying to get a grip and a full breath. But he’d felt Ian enter the room, and then he’d pretended to not know Ian was there.

God, he was such an idiot. He wanted to tilt his hips back and feel the head of Ian’s cock trace down his crack. He wanted Ian to not ask, to simply fuck him. Wanted Ian to bend him forward over the machine and work his cock into him. Wanted to keep pretending that he didn’t want it the whole time Ian was inside him. Wanted Ian to just take.

I think it’s time for me to accept the current reality
. Ian was a bastard and a flirt, and he wanted Sam. Sam could get his rocks off with the hottest guy he’d ever had a chance to be with—probably ever would have the chance to be with—wake up alone in the morning and
then
wait for his Mr. Right.

His second choice was to hang on to the romance-novel ideal, leave the room, and wait forever for his knight in shining armor. ’Cause Ian? Wasn’t anyone’s knight. Jurgen knew what he was talking about.

“If you aren’t interested, kid, you need to tell me.” Ian’s voice thrummed in the muscles at the nape of Sam’s neck.

He didn’t say anything. His gut tightened up into an excited ball of energy.

Ian waited a few moments, then slid his hand up, circling Sam’s neck. “The way you looked at me, I think you’re interested. You’ve been watching me all night, Sam, haven’t you?” Ian’s hand slid down, thumb stroking across Sam’s nipple. “Tell me.”

“Yes.” Sam closed his eyes. He might have swayed backward.

“You were watching me out there by the hot tub too. You saw something you liked, didn’t you, kid?”

Don’t say anything. He doesn’t need to know.

Sam nodded when Ian’s thumb stroked his nipple again, sending out radiating waves of want.

“What was it, Sam?” Ian murmured in his ear. Sam swallowed. “Want me to guess?” Sam bit his lip. “Hmm. You ever been with a guy who isn’t cut, kiddo?”

“No,” Sam whispered. His ass cheeks clenched involuntarily. Not exactly what he’d been fantasizing about, but so hot.

“Mmm. You like that? You want it, kid?” Ian pressed himself against Sam, thrusting gently against his ass.

“Yeah.” He didn’t even know if he was answering Ian’s question or simply encouraging him. Either way, he didn’t want Ian to stop. Wanted to feel that skin slip against his more.

Ian’s other hand drifted down the curve of Sam’s butt, stroking him. Ian slid it to the underside of Sam’s cheek, fingertips tickling the sensitive skin just where it met his thigh. “You have a nice ass, you know that?”

I do
? Sam was so startled he could barely shake his head.

“I want to bury myself in it.” Ian’s chin scraped Sam’s shoulder, the whiskers almost too rough. His lips moved against Sam’s ear. “Would you let me fuck you?”

“Yes,” Sam gasped. Then he gave in and tilted his hips back, pressing himself against Ian, feeling the hair at Ian’s groin rasping against his skin. One of Ian’s hands pressed low on his abdomen; his other hand slid back up to Sam’s throat.

“Would you let me fuck you right here, bent over the washing machine? Maybe holding your hands behind your back?”

“Oh, God.” Sam’s breath was coming too fast. He tried to slow it down—hyperventilating and passing out would
suck
. “Dryer. This is a dryer.”

“With the door open behind us?”

Sam froze. “The door’s open?” He felt Ian smile against the back of his neck. Sam pulled away and turned to see the door ajar. “Where are Nik and Jurgen?”

Now he saw Ian’s smug smile, which put another damper on the moment. “I don’t think they’re going to make it out of their bedroom, judging by the noises I heard.”

So typical of Nik to throw him under the bus just because Jurgen wanted to get it on. Of course, if Sam had someone as hot as Jurgen pawing at him, working to convince him to skip the hot-tubbing . . .

Ian leaned forward until his chest hair just rubbed against Sam’s skin, sensitizing it. His jaw scraped across Sam’s, and he whispered in Sam’s ear, “How about you let me fuck you in your room instead?”

Oh
. He
did
have a guy as hot as Jurgen, and Ian was even
working
for it. He wanted Sam enough to put effort into
seducing
him.

It was entirely too much to resist. He let himself reach for Ian, hands on his shoulders but not quite up to meeting his eyes. He met his chin instead. “Okay,” he told it.

Ian hadn’t expected that getting to know a guy some before fucking him would be so easy. As a matter of fact, it wasn’t that different from just agreeing on a time and place and fucking him. It just took a little longer.

Huh. Who’da thought?

He watched Sam walk down the darkened hall ahead of him. The kid was skinny, but he had a cute ass—taut and small, with natural hollows on the sides as if his glutes were always clenched tight. Ian was usually more of a bubble butt kind of guy, but as far as he could tell, with Sam, all bets were off.

His palms and fingers tingled with the need to grip those cheeks and spread them open. The urge to bury himself in that flexing and twisting ass made his balls tighten. Sam stopped in front of his bedroom, and Ian stepped up so close that his dick nudged one of those hollows in Sam’s cheeks, making Ian suck in a breath. So close that he could look over Sam’s shoulder and watch his trembling hand grip the knob. So close that he couldn’t tell if he heard or felt Sam’s Adam’s apple bob up and down before he white-knuckled the doorknob and turned it, letting the door swing open into the room.

Then Sam simply stood there while Ian watched goose pimples break out on his neck.

“Go in,” Ian said.

It made his nuts ache, how fast Sam moved to obey. Was Sam always submissive, or was it just for him? How far could he go?

Not that far without having a conversation about boundaries and safewords, and he wanted to avoid too much talking tonight.

Sam had stopped next to the bed, his back to the door, while Ian watched from the doorway. He stood stock still except for the rapid rise and fall of his shoulders. The only light came from a dim lamp on the nightstand—Ian had made sure to turn on that light when he’d stopped by Sam’s room before hitting the hot tub.

He stepped up to Sam’s side and traced his vertebrae with one finger, watching his profile. “You like to take orders, Sam?”

Sam nodded and swallowed, gaze fixed on the wall. Ian circled the bony knob just above Sam’s crack with his fingertip, then pushed his finger between Sam’s cheeks, watching Sam’s lips part and his breath come faster. “Good,” Ian finally told him, worming his finger a little deeper, looking for puckered skin. “When’s the last time someone fucked you, kiddo?”

His finger slid across Sam’s asshole, making Sam bite his lips. Sam really had a beautiful mouth. “Wanna fuck your face, too,” Ian said, surprised to hear himself speaking.

Sam’s eyelids fell closed, and he moaned softly. Ian forced steel into his voice. “Answer the question, Sam.”

“Almost two years,” Sam whispered.

Ian felt that answer all the way to his balls. He was going to be the first guy in years to fuck this kid. It seemed almost sacrilegious. Something twisted in his chest, but he stomped on it.
He said he wanted it.
“Lie down on the bed, kiddo. On your back.”

Sam crawled while Ian watched his every move, knowing Sam could feel his gaze. But when Sam lay flat on his back, he stared straight up at the ceiling. The only things sticking up were his toes and his cock. He was breathing fast again, so Ian laid a calming hand on his chest.

For the first time since the hot tub, Sam turned and met his eyes. He looked scared, but when Ian glanced down, he saw Sam hadn’t lost his erection. Fear excited him? Maybe, but for some inexplicable reason, Ian found himself running a knuckle across Sam’s nearest cheekbone. “It’s okay,” he whispered. Sam took his first deep breath since the laundry room, then nodded.

For a second, Ian wished he’d done this differently. Wished he’d had Sam on his knees on the floor, lips wrapped around Ian’s cock, eyes looking up into his. He not only had beautiful lips, he had pretty eyes. Something more than that gray-blue color swirled in them.

Ian almost scowled at his own poeticism, but he didn’t want to freak Sam out. He turned to the nightstand where he’d stashed the condoms and lube when he’d snuck in earlier. He heard Sam suck in a breath when he got them out and threw them on the bed. Ian looked at him and smiled. Sam swallowed.

Then Ian climbed on the bed and straddled Sam’s head. He started to put on a condom, but Sam grabbed his hand. “I’d rather not.”

Ian stared down at him. Did the kid do shit like this regularly and not use a condom?

“I mean—” Sam swallowed “—we should, but if you told me you were, you know,
clean
, I’d believe you . . .”

You shouldn’t agree
.

But Sam’s lips were slick from his tongue, and they looked like they could mold themselves around anything. Ian dropped the condom. He grasped his cock and traced Sam’s mouth with the tip. Sam opened up, but didn’t try to lick or suck him in, just panted warm wet air on him, waiting for Ian to push forward.

Ian let the anticipation build, then eased into Sam’s mouth. The stroke of Sam’s tongue around his foreskin made him groan, and he leaned forward, planting his hands on the wall.

Sam’s mouth felt like magic wrapped around his cock, sucking and licking him, sometimes humming or moaning, while Sam’s hand snuck up to fondle Ian’s balls. He worked Ian’s foreskin, gently probing at first, getting more aggressive as Ian pushed in slowly, breath speeding up, occasional gasps escaping him. Sam responded with his tongue or lips to every move of Ian’s hips and every barely conscious noise.

Fuck
. Sam’s mouth was just so . . . perfect. Ian tried to think of a better word, distracting himself because he seriously needed distraction. It was—
oh, hell
—wet. Wet mouth. Tight and hot and then sloppy, tongue circling his glans softly enough that Ian could breathe for a moment, then sucking so hard he thought he would lose his mind.

It had been a year since anyone had done this for him. Much longer since anyone had sucked him this well. That was Ian’s only excuse for losing control when Sam’s gray-blue eyes met his, and he found himself thrusting hard into Sam’s throat. Sam just opened right up for Ian as if he’d expected it, wrapping around Ian with his lips and tongue and cheeks and even his fucking tonsils. Fondling his nuts, sending shooting sensations into his gut and making his cock throb and feel like all the blood in his body was pooled right there, waiting for its turn in Sam’s mouth.