Wesley (18 page)

Armando was unprepared for the laughter that burst from him, so at first it came out as a nose-burning snort. It died quickly, though, when Wes raised his cum-coated fingers to his mouth and started licking the sticky globs off.

And when he moaned as if he was eating the finest dessert, Armando’s dick twitched. Wes stuck his tongue out and ran it between his finger and thumb, and Armando’s shaft did more than twitch—it started to grow erect all over again.

By the time Wes had his hand clean, Armando was so horny he felt like he hadn’t come in days rather than minutes. “Inside,” he uttered, holding out his hand. “Give me the key.”

Wes smirked, but it was adorable rather than annoying. “They’re in my front pocket. Why don’t you get ‘em yourself.”

That was a dare Armando would gladly be goaded into taking. Keeping his gaze locked with Wes’, he teased his fingers over the rim of the left pocket. “Which pocket?”

Wes shrugged, his sexy smile hotter than ever.

Armando pushed his hand into the pocket and immediately turned his hand to the left. He could feel the heat coming off Wes’ cock before he reached the wet spot by his crown. “Mm, someone’s close. I wonder…” Armando tucked his other hand in the right pocket and in seconds he was rubbing them over as much of Wes’ dick as possible.

Wes pulled him closer and propped his chin on Armando’s shoulder. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He jerked and wet heat spread out rapidly. “Ungh.”

Whatever that meant, Armando agreed. He kept touching until Wes tipped his hips back. Armando plucked the keys out of the right pocket and waited patiently. Once he thought Wes was steady on his feet, he turned, Wes stepping aside long enough to get out of Armando’s way, then Armando unlocked the door.

“Hope this is okay,” Wes said right before scooping Armando up into his arms.

“What the hell!” Armando goggled at Wes then glared as Wes hefted him up a little higher.

“I’m trying to be romantic since we just went at it like monkeys on the doorstep.” Wes snickered. “Bet Sully never spies on me again.”

“Romantic?” Armando couldn’t figure out what Wes meant by that until he realised Wes was carrying him through the doorway, which Armando thought was some old-fashioned symbolism that grooms did for brides. “I’m not a chick, and what about Bobby?”

“You’re confusing the crap out of me.” Wes set Armando on his feet but kept his arms around Armando’s shoulders. “You have to speak slowly and use small words after making me come that hard.”

Armando palmed the damp, cool patch on Wes’ jeans. He hoped he could make his point without hurting Wes’ feelings, which wasn’t his intention. “I don’t want to be a jerk, but let me explain, and please don’t get all offended. You were trying to be romantic, I get that, but—I’m not the bride, the chick, the girl, whatever, so don’t ever pick me up like that again, okay? I get what you were trying to do, but look at it from my perspective as a guy.”

Wes groaned and started to pull away, but Armando looped his arms around Wes’ hips.

“Nuh-uh, none of that. We’re trying to have an honest discourse here, right?”

Wes stopped groaning and gawped at him for a moment. “Did you really just use the word discourse?”

“My therapist says it all the time,” Armando admitted. “It kind of just slipped out.”

“Ah. Okay then. I was worried you had a habit of using big words just for the hell of it.”

“We don’t really know each other that well.” Armando hated to say it, but it was true.

Wes tipped his chin up with one long finger. “That’ll come with time. One of the great things about being mates, instead of just two guys who hook up, is that we
know
we’re going to work out. We can trust each other already based on that alone.” Wes brushed a kiss over his lips then hooked an arm around Armando’s neck. “However, like you said, we don’t know each other’s quirks and stuff, but we’ll learn, just like I know not to carry you across any more thresholds.”

“Or carry me, period, unless I have two broken legs, or some such trauma.”

“Won’t happen,” Wes said. “You’re not going to break anything. Now, how about a shower, dinner, then lots and lots of sex?”

“Like I’m going to argue with any of that?” Armando wasn’t stupid.

Chapter Twelve

Showering first was probably, in some manner, a mistake. Wes knew the second he saw Armando stripping off the rest of his clothes that dinner wasn’t happening. Armando knew it too from the flirtatious look he sent Wes.

“Turn around and face me all the way,” Wes asked, trying to take in every bit of Armando’s body. Armando looked so soft and touchable, not lean and hard, and not huge, just…padded for comfort. His nipples were medium-sized, and dark brown like his eyes. Wes moved closer, needing to touch. He ran his hands down from Armando’s shoulders to his waist, where he pressed lightly. “I like this.”

“This?” Armando asked, sounding too close to irritated.

Wes swiped a hand up to one nipple and pinched while sliding the other hand down to dip a finger in Armando’s belly button. “This. As in, all of you.” Wes broke then and reached for the thick cock bobbing between them. Armando wasn’t super long, probably about average in that area, but damn, he was thick. “Like a soda can.”

Armando puffed out a wordless sound that was close to a laugh. “It’s not that thick.”

“Close enough,” Wes argued. “That sucker’s going to make me have to pop my jaw out of joint to swallow it.” And damn, did he want to do that.

“It will not,” Armando scoffed, “and yours isn’t much thinner.”

Wes’ dick was longer, and yeah, not as fat, but it wasn’t anything to be ashamed of. He fisted Armando’s and stroked, watching the way the plum-coloured head popped through his grasp with every ride down. “Man, I wonder…” Wes was tired of wondering about so many things. He just dropped to his knees and had his mouth around Armando’s tip in a heartbeat.

“Fuck!” Armando shrieked, obviously not prepared for the surprise blow job. Wes wasn’t, either, because he gagged as soon as he had the whole crown in his mouth.

“Jeez, how do you do this?” he sputtered when he pulled off. “Has anyone ever taken this whole thing?”

“My
dick
,” Armando stressed. “That’s my dick you’re talking about, and while I’d rather not discuss past…experiences, I will say that yes, it is possible to take it all, baby.”

Wes rolled his eyes at the cheesy endearment, but Armando’s attempt at humour did make him feel less pressured to perform perfectly. Armando touched his head and Wes looked up at him.

“Fist the base, which, with your big hands, will cover most of my dick, and just lick and suck the head.”

That made Armando’s shaft more manageable.

Armando shuddered as Wes laved his slit. “Oh, fuck, just like that, Wes. But be careful. If you do that a few more times I’ll be coming all over your face.”

Like that was a deterrent? Wes went to town, licking and sucking Armando’s cockhead while fisting the rest of it, using his other hand to cup Armando’s nuts. He moved his hand up and down in little strokes. The slit of Armando’s dick fascinated Wes. He liked the taste of the pre-cum there, and the way the tip of his tongue slid in it.

Armando liked it too. He cried out and grabbed handfuls of Wes’ hair. Wes sealed his mouth around the head and flicked his tongue, finding Armando’s frenulum and licking it. Armando jerked hard on Wes’ hair, forcing his head down and his lips to mash against his hand. It excited Wes unbearably and he teased that spot again.

Hot cum spattered into his mouth, some of it hitting his throat. The taste of it, salty and bitter, would take some getting used to, but Wes didn’t hate it. Armando thrust, and Wes gagged but kept his mouth where it was as Armando rutted into his hand, past his lips. Wes looked up to see Armando’s head was thrown back and his nipples taut points begging to be touched. Armando’s cock slipped from his mouth as Armando pulled back, then cum hit his cheek.

Armando looked down at him and another shot landed, this time on Wes’ bottom lip and chin. Armando’s lips were parted, as if he was in a state of awe, and he rubbed cum all over Wes’ cheek and down his neck.

Wes closed his eyes and soaked in the scent and feel of his mate. When Armando tugged on his hair, he peeked through his barely opened lids. “Huh?”

“Come on, let’s shower and I’ll suck you off.”

Wes stood so fast he got dizzy. “That would be awesome.”

Armando’s amusement made his entire face glow, and he turned towards the shower.

And Wes whimpered, actually whimpered as he got his first view of Armando’s naked ass.

Armando glanced over his shoulder, looking smug.

Well, no wonder with an ass like that.

“It’s a pretty nice ass, huh?” Armando asked.

Wes couldn’t get his tongue untangled to reply so he settled for a grunt as he palmed both soft, rounded cheeks. There wasn’t a trace of fuzz on that smooth brown skin. “Damn, I think you’re going to kill me.” He was careful not to do more than rest his hands on Armando’s ass. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah, it… It is,” Armando said. “I wasn’t sure, but I want to try.”

Wes knew the timing was awful for it, but he needed to know. If it killed the mood, they could shower, eat and cuddle while they planned how to help Sue and Dyan. But he needed to know. “Armando, were you—?” Except now he didn’t know how to ask it.

Armando turned back around and looked at him for a second before darting his gaze all around. Then he focused it on Wes again. “It happened over two years ago, when I went to Bobby’s club looking for Sully. I’d been a total brat to him, and I’d hoped to regain his friendship if nothing else. Living on the streets again sucked, too. Instead of Sully, another guy grabbed me. Turns out he was a wolf shifter with a raging hatred for Bobby. Since I’d asked about Bobby, thinking he’d know where Sully was, and the guy overheard that, he figured I was a way to hurt Bobby. I was just a kid, skinny,” Armando tapped his stomach and looked at Wes defiantly. “Weak. I won’t ever be that way again. I couldn’t fight him, and yes, he raped me.”

Even though he’d known, or suspected that Armando had been raped, hearing it tore Wes in two. He wanted to scream and rage, but, more than that, he wanted to comfort Armando.

Armando took a steadying breath then continued. “I can say it, rape. It doesn’t make it any worse, and calling it a sexual assault doesn’t make it any better. The words don’t matter, I figured that out after a while. What happened matters, and how I deal with it. And I want to deal with it, and not let it stop me from doing things I want, like…like make love with my mate.”

Wes wanted to kill whoever had hurt Armando, and it must have shown in his expression, or else Armando had picked it up through their mate link.

“He’s dead. Bobby killed him. I never even said thanks for that.” Armando snorted. “That’s kind of fucked up, isn’t it? But I wanted him dead after what he did.”

“Well, I will have to be a hell of a lot nicer to him from now on, damn it. If Bobby hadn’t have killed him, I would have.”

Armando nodded. “Yes, I imagine you would. I’ve seen how protective mates are of each other. But he’s dead, he’s been dead for years, and I’ve been in this…this sort of stasis, I guess, not moving forward but not sliding into the past, either. That needs to change.” He tipped his head back and straightened his stance. “I need to change. I’m trying. Now, can we move past the subject?”

Armando’s attitude, his clear belief in what he said, was astounding and impressive. Wes couldn’t have been more proud of anyone than he was of Armando right then. Wes also wanted to be as honest with Armando as Armando was being with him. “I am terrified of hurting you. Have you done anything at all since then? I mean, have you touched yourself or been touched—” Oh damn it, he was an adult, wasn’t he? “There, on your hole?”

“No,” Armando admitted. “But—”

Wes held up one hand. “Why don’t you make love to me then? Top me. Show me how it’s done. You might not have done it before, but you gotta know what feels good for the bottom, right? You can make my first time amazing.”

Armando looked nervous but he smiled seductively. “I can make
every
time amazing.”

Wes could feel Armando’s relief and disappointment, and his worry about topping. He framed Armando’s face with his hands and took his mouth in a kiss that left them both hard and needing.

“You’re going to make it better than amazing.”