Wilder, Winona - Choosing Love [Coming Out 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) (5 page)

“Just a sec. Let me get that.” Evan patted
Cal
’s leg as he stood to answer the door. He set his drink down on the hall table and greeted the unannounced visitor.

“Sorry I’m late. I wasn’t gonna come but then thought better.” Waylon’s familiar voice drifted in from the entrance, forcing
Cal
to sit up straight. He did come. His heart felt ready to burst, and excitement flooded through his body at the possibilities.

“Come on in.” Evan shut the door behind Waylon, providing a clear line of sight to where
Cal
sat on the sofa. The soft glow from the television illuminated the darkened space. He didn’t get the desired look from his friend, more like a scowl.

“What’s he doing here?” demanded Waylon.

“We were waiting for you,” offered Evan.

Waylon stomped into the living room without removing his boots. He briefly scanned the room, his eyes finally flitting between the empty pizza box and
Cal
. Without warning, he flipped over the pizza box with a strong swat, sending it flying before whirling around to face Evan. “What the fuck is this? I don’t show, so you move in on my boyfriend?”

“It’s not what you think,” said
Cal
, standing up. Evan looked unworried despite the hulking male having a jealous tantrum in his house. And did he just say
boyfriend
?

“I’ve been going out of my mind for weeks, and you just move onto the next available cock at the first chance you get?”

“We were just talking. That’s it.”

Waylon exhaled and visibly relaxed his shoulders. When he looked at
Cal
with softened features, he had such an innocent, boyish quality that he fell in love with his friend all over again. “It was a mistake coming here.” With that, Waylon turned, brushed by Evan without a word, and left the house.

As soon as the car burned rubber out of the driveway,
Cal
followed Waylon in his own car without so much as a goodbye for Evan. He had to talk with his friend. The truth needed to get out once and for all about everything.

After a five-minute drive,
Cal
spotted Waylon’s car turn left at the next street. There was no way he could let the man get into his building or he’d never buzz him in after the fact. He had to get to him before he hit the front doors.
Cal
sped down the dead-end street, parked at an odd angle, and leapt out of his car as Waylon walked the darkened path to the apartment. Out of breath and feeling both vulnerable and hyped up on adrenaline,
Cal
spun his friend around by the shoulder. “What the fuck?”

“What do you want,
Cal
?”

He dragged his muscle-bound friend, who didn’t put up a fight, to the dark side of the building. Once alone and hidden by shadows,
Cal
pressed a palm to each of Waylon’s shoulders, pinning him in place. His nervous energy gave him extra strength, and there was no way he planned to go home feeling worse than shit. This had to be hashed out now or never.

“Do you hate me that much?”
Cal
shook his head, which was spinning. “You don’t talk to me for weeks, and then you go apeshit because I’m alone with Evan?”

“I don’t hate you! And when did Mr. Hawke become Evan to you?”

He gave Waylon’s shoulders an aggressive shove making him wince. “I’m not fucking our teacher, for God’s sake! He’s been helping me get through shit. You think it’s been easy since you decided I don’t exist?”

With ease, Waylon pushed
Cal
off of him and began pacing the confined space between the two buildings. “This isn’t easy for me either,
Cal
. You have no idea.”

“Just be honest with me.”

Waylon turned and gave
Cal
a hard stare. The street lights beyond shadowed his face giving him a predatory look that made
Cal
’s cock stir. He wanted to squeeze those taut muscles, kiss those thick lips, and lick every inch of his hard body. “You want honesty? Okay.” He backed
Cal
up against the wall now, pressing in close. “I’m fucked up,
Cal
. All I can think about is that night in the alley. All I can think about is fucking you.” Waylon broke eye contact, looking up the lane.
Cal
could feel the man’s guilt and shame coming off in waves because he had felt the same way about his friend time and time again. But the time for guilt was over. They both felt the same way for each other.

“Is that so bad?”

He turned to face him, breathless, and serious. “You’re drunk again, aren’t you?”

“No.”

“So, what are you thinking?”

He swallowed hard. “That I want to touch you. So bad.”

Waylon closed his eyes briefly as if savoring his words. He grabbed
Cal
’s hand and pressed it to his crotch. The bulge in his pants was rock hard, making
Cal
nearly come in his own jeans. “That’s because of you.”

“Take me upstairs,”
Cal
whispered, desperate to discover his friend’s body more intimately. He’d been dreaming about this day for years, imaging what it would feel like if Waylon wanted him back. It was all like a beautiful dream.

“If I take you upstairs, I’m going to strip you naked and fuck you.”

“About time.”

Cal
followed Waylon’s quick steps up the path to the apartment. He could barely walk with his erection pressing painfully in his pants. His breathing was erratic at best as he anticipated what was to come. Once secluded in the elevator, Waylon crushed his weight against
Cal
and joined lips in a passion-filled kiss.
Cal
didn’t hold back, but melted into the man he loved, enjoying the taste and feel of his lips. Just as they began to explore with their tongues, the elevator chimed and Waylon pulled back, grabbing
Cal
by the hand and nearly dragging him out the door.

He imagined this night would be fast and furious with both of them pent up like horny bulls. Neither of them had to worry about the delicate, soft body of a woman. They were both hard, strong males, made for roughhousing, and he looked forward to it.

Waylon fiddled with his keys and fought with the lock.
Cal
couldn’t resist touching him. A hand to the shoulder was all it took to undo his friend. He finally got the door open and slammed it shut once they were in. Without turning on the lights or taking off his boots, Waylon cupped
Cal
’s face in his big, rough hands and kissed him again.

“You’re the sexiest man alive. I hope you know that,” Waylon said between kisses.
Cal
believed him. His sincerity came through with every word, every kiss, and
Cal
had to balance the lust and emotion playing within him.

“Every woman in the college is lusting after you.”
Cal
felt like he got the better end of the deal with the heartthrob star quarterback. Waylon pulled off his shirt, his body hard toned as if etched in marble. The streetlights from the window gave just enough illumination to the small apartment that
Cal
could savor every contour of muscle of Waylon’s torso.

“Too bad they can’t have me.”

Cal
bent over, trailing his tongue down his friend’s chest before suckling his small brown nipple. His need to suck, to taste, to become consumed by Waylon’s presence, blinded him from any rational thought. He bent lower, inhaling the man’s unique scent deeply as he went, unbuckling his jeans. “
Cal
, don’t. I won’t be able to hold on.”

Cal
ignored his friend’s plea and let his jeans coil at his knees, followed by his boxer briefs a moment later. Waylon’s erection pointed out proud and thick. Without hesitation,
Cal
licked the swollen head, knowing exactly how to play with his tongue and mouth to make the man moan in ecstasy. They were both men. Both knew what pleasured their bodies, their cocks, so there were no guessing games.
Cal
sucked Waylon’s cock greedily, enjoying the thick heat and silky feel on his tongue. He deep throated the rigid shaft, which earned him Waylon’s immediate response. He fisted his hair until it stung, but it hurt so fucking good. He could have stopped any time, should have, but he was desperate to taste his cum, to bond with the man he loved in this most intimate way.

Waylon was close, barely able to take a deep breath, when he pulled him off the slippery dick.
Cal
licked his lips and stood up to his full height, looking Waylon eye to eye.

“Take your shirt off,” Waylon ordered. “And your pants.” As
Cal
complied, pulling off his shirt and slipping out of his jeans, Waylon also kicked off his boots and pants. Together in the dim room, completely naked, both with hard, erect cocks,
Cal
’s only concern was fucking. A primal need for release, and not by his own hand.

“Look at you. Fuck.” Waylon traced the ridges along
Cal
’s six pack abs lower and lower until he gripped his cock in a firm fist.
Cal
shuddered and let out a strangled moan. He’d never been touched like this, but he needed it more than air. “You’re perfect. Your dick is perfect.” Waylon pumped him a few times until
Cal
had to grip his friend’s shoulders for balance. He needed to feel the heat of Waylon’s body against his, skin to skin.

“Kiss me. Please,” said
Cal
. They kissed and necked, their arms a tangle around each other.
Cal
pressed himself against the other man’s body, enjoying the heat, strength and hard cock nudging his own aroused dick. “I’ve never done this,”
Cal
admitted.

“I’ve never been with a man, either.”
Cal
wondered if he had to compete with Waylon’s hetero sexual memories. But as two strong hands kneaded his ass, pulling him tight against Waylon’s erection, his doubts began to fade. No woman could give him what he was capable of. He could give him everything, and he was willing to do anything to please his man.

“I don’t know what to do, but I need you to fuck me, Waylon.” Their dicks battled as each of them continued to thrust against one another. His friend broke free, heading toward the bathroom at the other end of the apartment. He came back within a minute carrying a medium-sized tube of lubricant.
Cal
’s balls pulsed, knowing he was about to get fucked by his true love. He’d enjoy every second, no matter how painful.

“You sure about this?” Waylon asked, flipping open the lid to the tube.

“I’m not a pussy. I can handle your cock.” He held out his hand, and Waylon squirted out a healthy heap of clear lubricant into his palm.
Cal
proceeded to stroke the sticky substance over the other man’s dick, completely coating it. He couldn’t help but wonder if he’d get a chance to switch places with Waylon, but right now he didn’t care.

“Turn around,” said Waylon.
Cal
turned and leaned over the top of the sofa. Waylon’s hand smoothed down his backbone sending shivers skittering across his skin. A finger trailed down the smooth seam of his ass. He automatically tightened, and then forced himself to relax. “That’s it, Cal. Don’t tense up.” A wet, slippery finger penetrated his asshole, which made his cock jump to life. There was no pain, just an odd sense of fullness, along with millions of sensitive nerves firing to life. He couldn’t help the moan that escaped his lips. Waylon reached under him and began stroking his cock with his free hand. One hand pumped his length, while the other continued to play with his ass. Two fingers slowly thrust in and out, prepping him for Waylon’s monster cock. Damn, he wanted every inch of him penetrating deep and fucking him hard. Without easing up either hand, his lover leaned over him and nipped his shoulder. “I can’t wait another second. I’ll try and take it easy.”

Waylon continued masturbating
Cal
with one hand but gently removed his fingers and replaced them with the head of his cock. It felt huge and thick against
Cal
’s virgin hole. With gentle nudging he pressed forward, stretching
Cal
’s tight sphincter muscle.

“Fuck, you’re tight,
Cal
. You have no idea how good you feel.”