The Brotherhood 11: Nothing Like Experience Page 7

  Talk about deep waters. Not only do I get involved with a young’un, but I find myself one who gets off on playing the sub. How Liam would laugh his ass off. Bet he’d be right there with the whip and the commands. Probably has some experience. I don’t have a clue as to what I’m doing here. But I’d do about anything for Chance.

  “You’re sure?” Allen asked, keeping his voice low. “Because I’ve never played this way before. I don’t want to go too far or damage you in any way.”

  Chance dared a small kiss to the base of Allen’s neck. He licked at the hollow where Allen’s collarbones met. “You can’t go too far. Whatever you do, I want it. I know I’ll love it.”

  Allen had to ask. “Why?”

  “Because it’s you. I have a thing for older men and authority figures,” he said very seriously. “Besides, you’re so open. Really friendly.” Chance thrust against him again, but carefully, as if he were daring to presume that Allen would like the action. “Please?”

  “Only because it’s you,” Allen echoed, even as his hips bucked. His pulse was pounding and his head was light as he scrambled for what to do next, first, whatever. “Um... trying to figure this out, here... oh, the hell with it.” He took a deep breath. “Back off from me, Chance. Stand, say, three paces away.”

  His gamble paid off. Chance gave a happy jerk and stepped quickly, stopping exactly three paces from Allen. He stared at Allen with a worshipful expression, waiting for the next command. An angel couldn’t have been prettier, fallen or ascended.

  Chance gave his hair a quick twist, then dropped his hands to his sides, patient.

  Good God. Allen cleared his throat, trying not to feel like a prime jackass. He rummaged around for something coherent to say, tongue-tied as he was in the face of Chance’s eagerness. “How about you strip?” he suggested. “I mean, uh, strip. Now.” He licked his suddenly dry lips and decided to go whole hog. “I want to see that body naked.”

  Chance took on a positive glow. “Yes, sir,” he murmured as he gleamed, his eyes betraying his submissive demeanor with a glitter of excitement. “Whatever you want, sir.” Strong, slim fingers went to the hem of his T-shirt. For the first time, Allen noticed that it had a University of Colorado logo on the front, faded with time and many washings, and a small hole directly above where he guessed one nipple would be. “Will you watch me, sir?”

  “I really shouldn’t be getting all hot and bothered when you call me that,” Allen said frankly.

  Chance paused. “Did I make you unhappy, sir?”

  “Definitely not.” Allen gave in. Funny how Chance always did seem to get his way. “I told you to strip,” he ordered with more confidence. “Get to it.”

  “Yes, sir.” Chance lifted his T-shirt and pulled it over his head in one practiced movement. Unprompted, he let it fall to the floor. Allen felt that in the spirit of the game he ought to have made Chance pick it back up until he was ordered to release it, but what the hell. “Jeans next, sir?”

  “I didn’t say strip part of the way. Keep going until there’s not a stitch on you.” Allen drank in the sight of Chance’s fabulous bare chest, hard with muscle but probably soft as silk to the touch, with no hair at all, not even a smattering. Did he wax?

  God, I really have to learn how to shut myself up. Allen crossed his arms over his chest and, improving in his role, drummed his fingers impatiently. “I’m waiting.”

  Chance quivered happily. “Yes, sir.” He popped open his jeans, scooted the zipper down, and let them slip to his ankles. Allen made a tsk noise as the denim puddled around Chance’s sneakers, but the younger man managed to toe the shoes off gracefully. Stepping out of the jeans and kicking them aside, Chance presented himself for Allen’s approval.

  Allen’s mouth had gone just about too parched for speech. “You, uh, go commando all the time?” was all he could think to say.

  “Yes, sir,” Chance said demurely. “I like it this way, sir. But you can tell me not to if you want.”

  “Fuck, no. I’m kind of surprised that I’m surprised, but I’ll take you however I can get you.”

  Chance beamed.

  Allen hemmed a bit, stalling for time before it occurred to him to be honest. “Stand still. I want to get a good look.”

  Chance froze like a statue. Allen gave a happy sigh and looked his fill from the strong pectorals and abs all the way down long rock-hard runner’s legs... then back up again to Chance’s cock, intriguingly thick and dark with blood as it stood up flush to his lower stomach. “You are a thing of beauty,” he said at last. “Damn. You actually want me?”

  “Oh, yes, sir.” If Chance had had a tail, it would have been wagging. His voice rose a little. “Don’t you want me, sir?”

  “More than I know to be wise. But you know what? No more questions. I’m in this, and I’m going to enjoy every second until you come to your senses.” Allen held up a hand. “Don’t say a word.”

  Chance nodded, ducking his head. He quivered with excitement.

  “I didn’t mean that literally. Well, no, I did. I meant...” Allen ceased trying. “Chance, you have permission to speak. Whatever you want, when you want. Understood?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good.” Allen grinned, starting to get the hang of this. “Now you get to do something else. Move as close as you need to and get me naked. Say ‘yes’ if you want to, but leave off the ‘sir’ if you’re willing, here. Okay, let’s hear you talk.”

  “Yes,” Chance replied without hesitation. “I’ve wanted to see you naked since the moment I laid eyes on you. I was wishing so hard that you were gay, too. And then you let me suck you.” He kicked up the wattage a few notches. “You smell so good. Kind of like pack... uh, I mean, like pack-chooly. Patchouli. Herbs. In your hair. Is that your shampoo?” Chance bit his lip. “I’ll get you naked now, sir. Dr. Michaels.” He paused. “Allen.”

  Allen decided that he really had to get Chance to stop talking in circles -- later. In the meantime, they had better things to do. He spread his arms and waited patiently.

  Then Chance laid those rough hands on him.

  Fuck this! He gave Chance some assistance, both their sets of fingers shaking on his shirt buttons and tearing them away. Allen couldn’t help but stop long enough to rub his chest against Chance’s, feeling the pebbled nipples grate against his skin. Chance’s throat issued a little growl and his hands roamed through Allen’s thatch of wiry hairs.

  “I love it when you do that,” Allen gasped. “Again.”

  Chance snarled playfully and darted in to nip at Allen’s skin. He latched onto one nipple and bit down, soothing the sting with his tongue and blowing warm air over where his teeth had been. Allen groaned. He’d always been sensitive there, and now was no exception. His cock moved as if it had a life of its own, jumping against his zipper with a definite impatience to be free.

  “The pants now,” Allen managed. “Take them off. Slowly on the zipper. I don’t want anything getting snagged.”

  Chance said something in a low voice that probably involved “sir” and sank to his knees. He reached up to undo Allen’s pants for the second time this night, seeming just as eager as he had been the first go-round. Nimble fingers were careful of the zipper’s teeth, then flash-quick when it came to hauling the pants down and tapping at the back of Allen’s calves so Allen would raise one foot at a time for Chance to take off his shoes.

  “Socks, too,” Allen ordered. “Nothing looks dumber than a man wearing nothing but a hard-on, a smile, and a pair of argyles.”

  Chance giggled, a joyous, carefree sound, and helped Allen skin out of the socks. The pants and jockey shorts were dealt with in turn, and then Allen was naked, too. A surge of energy bolted through his prick as it hung before Chance’s face. Allen reached down to stroke Chance’s cheek with his forefinger. “I’ve got half a mind to have you suck me off again.”

  “Yes, sir!” Chance’s head darted forward to get a mouthful of cock. He stopped, though, when Allen pushed
at his shoulder. With a whine of disappointment, he looked up as if to find out what he’d done wrong. “Sir?”

  “I said I had half a mind, not the whole thing,” Allen chided. “I’m not wasting this on a second blow job. Not that I wouldn’t love one. I mean, I’m not a moron either. But I think I want to be, um, oh, damn, inside you.” Allen felt his own cheeks heat up. Talking dirty? Definitely not his forte. But for Chance, he’d give it the old college try. “I want to be inside you,” he said with more clarity and a firm nod. “I want to hear you scream.”

  Chance threw his head back and keened out a low howl. Sounded uncannily like a wolf cub. Allen blinked, then hastened to approve. Damn, that was hot. “Wait until we see what kind of noises you make when I’m fucking you.”

  “When, sir? When?”

  Allen chuckled. “How about now? Lead me to your bed, Chance.”

  Chance hesitated. “Could you say it, sir?”

  “Say what, Chance?”

  Chance smiled like a little devil. “You know.”

  Allen shook his head, grinning. “I want you. There. Happy?”

  “Yes, sir.” Chance’s smile could have lit up the room. “The bed’s this way, sir. Follow me.”

  Damn right I will. Allen walked after the young man, a bounce in his own step as if he were personally twenty-five again.

  Things could only go up -- in a literal sense -- from there.

  Chapter Six

  Moving lightly and gracefully as a dancer, Chance led the way to his bed. He skirted every piece of furniture in his way with a nimble agility that left Allen feeling uncoordinated as he followed. Not to mention embarrassed. He hadn’t really done it like this before.

  When he’d been searching for something to fill the void after his long-time lover had died, it had all been about the furious rush at first. Desperate to convince himself that he could get up, get over Everett, and keep on living, he’d been ready for anything when Ellie came along. Even though he’d never been attracted to a woman before, she was warm and caring, exactly what he’d needed. Sheesh, he’d been all over Ellie like a rash -- she’d even told him to back off on more than one occasion. And as time went by, they’d settled down into going to bed together to sleep, sometimes having sex, but most often holding one another. When he’d finally gotten up the courage to admit the truth to her about how it wasn’t working out and why, she’d already known.

  The men he’d slept with after Ellie, the casual fucks or... Joey -- they’d pretty much fallen into the same category. Hurry, hurry, hurry, or slow as a snail on Quaaludes. Younger, older, it made no difference. No one really hit his own pace, not that Allen was too sure what that might be.

  Chance, though... he was the best since Everett, God rest his soul. With him, the rushing and the slowing had both been great, perfect for the moment. The games were... okay, a little freaky and worried Allen a bit but, again, fun for the most part, “most part” being the key words.

  Allen navigated a slightly ripped avocado-colored ottoman and ran a finger around his neck as if he could still tug at his tie in discomfort. Goofing off was fine, but would he be able to keep his momentum going once they hit those worn but appealing sheets?

  Allen chuckled internally. Such a pushy little bottom. Chance got what he wanted, and he had Allen completely wrapped around his pinky. That little firecracker had actually effectively aroused him to erection twice in one night, and Allen planned on putting the erection to good use. If Chance let him.

  He could boss Chance around, but somehow it felt wrong to do that in bed. Seemed like Chance had had plenty of dominants in his life already. Allen wanted this to be something else for the young man. Something Chance would be able to remember when the big bad wolves of the world were facing him down.

  Yeah. He had to call the D/s game to a halt.

  Telling Chance, now, that would be the hard -- er, difficult -- part.

  Chance reached the bed and, still agile as an acrobat, stepped up and into the middle. He rested his head on the pillows, hair flying out in a nimbus around his face. His hard-on pressed upward, insistent and mouthwatering. Chance’s fingers fluttered around it as he cast a shy look at Allen and spoke in a small voice. “Are you coming?”

  “Planning on it.” Allen stopped by the edge of the bed, trying to figure out how Chance had managed to make getting in look like a ballet sequence.

  “More than once?” Chance sparkled with mischief. “Maybe?”

  Allen grinned. “You really are a demon. Maybe more than once. We’ll see what you’ve got.”

  “Oh, yes, sir.” Chance undulated against his sheets, extending one arm. “Get in bed?”

  Giving up on the idea of being elegant about it, Allen clambered onto the mattress, feeling like a great big grizzly bear next to a gazelle. Chance licked his lips as Allen came to rest on the bed, then reached out for him with slightly shaky hands.

  “Can’t wait,” he said, voice husky. “Please, sir?”

  Allen shook his head. Lying on his hip, he lifted his hand to brush some strands of hair off Chance’s flushed cheeks. Chance turned his head into the caress, a dreamy smile curving his mouth. He grabbed for Allen, but Allen had anticipated the move and caught Chance’s hand in his own.

  “Allen?” Chance queried when Allen kept him from touching. “Is something... is something wrong?”

  “Uh-uh.” Allen rubbed his thumb up and down on Chance’s callused palm, slow and reassuring. “No more games, okay? I don’t want this to be all about ‘yes, sir’ and ‘no, sir.’ I’m not saying we can’t play like that some other time, but right now I just want it to be you and me.” Raising Chance’s hand, Allen dropped a kiss on the knuckles. “Can you handle that? Just us two, doing our best?”

  Chance looked baffled. “You don’t want to be the one in charge?”

  The expression made Allen’s heart hurt. “No, baby,” he said against the skin of Chance’s knuckles. “I want you to share this with me. We’re equals. There’s age, there’s games, there’s all sorts of things, but right now it’s just us and we match up. Does that work?”

  “I’m not sure.” Allen glanced up to see Chance biting at his lip. “If I go along with you, won’t I still be following orders? I mean, you could order me not to follow any orders, but you’d still be...”

  Allen sighed. “Damn logic. Okay, fine.” He regarded Chance carefully. “Answer me honestly, and don’t call me ‘sir.’ Are you happy like this? Do you want me to take charge? I don’t want you to say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ because you feel like you have to take one path or the other. Just let me know the truth.”

  “I can try.” Chance sounded troubled, but determined. “It does make me happy to take orders. I’m a submissive... person. I like what I like when I can get it, but following your lead is what gets me off.” He glanced hopefully in Allen’s direction. “That’s the truth.”

  Once again, Allen found himself breathless. To be offered so much, to be trusted with still more... Chance was a marvel and no mistake. “Then just do what feels good. No more orders except this: be yourself. And now--” He shifted closer. “Kiss me and make me feel young again?”

  Happiness spread across Chance’s face like sunlight. He wriggled closer, lifting his free hand to place it on Allen’s cheek, then drew the two of them together and placed his lips slantways across Allen’s, opening his mouth to invite Allen in. Allen growled a little, since Chance seemed to like that, and slid his tongue inside Chance’s mouth. He wrestled with the young man a little, playing, then pulled away for his own shower of kisses. All that eager, willing flesh just waiting to be tasted -- he couldn’t bear to hold off any longer.

  Rising up over Chance’s body, Allen made hushing and soothing sounds before pressing his mouth over whatever spots took his fancy. The hollow at the base of Chance’s throat, the corner of his mouth, one earlobe. Navel, nipples, and above his heart. It had been a long time since Allen had felt this kind of urgency pounding in his cock while somehow
managing to hold off.

  Anticipation made everything sweeter.

  Hell, Chance did that all on his own. “So handsome,” Allen whispered, roving all over Chance’s torso.

  Chance moaned and stroked Allen’s head, playing with the slightly overgrown locks. He carefully slid Allen’s glasses off his nose and lifted them away, placing the pair of specs on his bedside table before returning to his fun. “Is this good?” he asked, seeming timid yet filled with an aching need.

  Allen sighed with pleasure and kept on kissing. He moved down one of Chance’s legs, amused when he found that these were only covered with a light down of pale blond hairs. Tonguing his way back up, he avoided Chance’s cock except for a brief nuzzle into the definite patch of wiry golden hair there.

  “Condom,” he said firmly, before this got out of hand. “I trust you, Chance, but I have my own rules. No deal unless we’re both protected.” He shook his head when Chance whined a little, like a pup denied a treat. Allen hesitated. “You do have some, don’t you?” Wouldn’t that be a pretty pickle, if he didn’t?

  Chance sighed and nodded. “Bedside table drawer.” He pointed with one finger. “Can you...?”

  “’Course.” Allen scooted up and reached for the handle of the drawer. A box of condoms, looking pretty new and, hallelujah, lubricant. Allen pulled out the mostly unused bottle of Glide and set it on the table for easy reach and later use. Then two condoms, one for each of them. Working his way back down with open-mouthed kisses and swirling tongue, he sat up a little when he came to Chance’s groin.

  “Want me to put this on you?” He held up the foil square, not trusting his voice for anything more. Not when faced with such a fine upstanding erection that made his mouth water just to look at it. Allen tilted his head, waiting for Chance to respond.

  “Yes,” Chance gasped. He grabbed a double handful of quilt as if preparing for an onslaught, and thrust his hips up. “Please.”

  Allen murmured something that wasn’t quite words. He carefully pulled the condom packet open and slid out the little latex doughnut. They were just plain old sheaths, nothing flavored or fancy about them, but they’d do. Keeping Chance and himself safe was the priority.