Friends, Sexcapades and Love Affairs Chapter 22
Friends, Sexcapades, And Love Affairs – Ch. 22
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2021 Laura S. Fox
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Gay Erotica
Intended for Mature Audiences Only
This story will contain graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, strong language and it is not meant for readers who are less than 18 years of age.
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Chapter Twenty-Two – Midnight Dating
Mike caressed the dashboard, the combination of high-quality leather and polished wood nice and pleasant under his fingers.
"Do you like my car?" Ryan asked, throwing him a wink and a lopsided grin.
Was it okay for them to flirt like that while Ryan was driving?
"It's a very nice car," Mike admitted. "But please don't mind me. And keep your eyes on the road. I mean, please. Damn, I didn't want it to come out like this --"
Ryan's soft laugh silenced him, or better said, saved him from blabbing like an idiot a bunch of nonsense. "It's all right. I should keep my eyes on the road, no matter how difficult it is for me to stop looking at you."
Mike pinched his arm surreptitiously and made a small distressed sound.
"Is everything okay?" Ryan asked him, concerned.
"Yes. I just pinched myself, a little too hard. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't dreaming."
"And did you?" Ryan sounded amused, and Mike couldn't hold it against him.
"By how my arm hurts, I think it's safe to say that I'm not dreaming. It's all real," he added, in a small whisper.
"Yes," Ryan confirmed and let out a satisfied sigh. "Would you think little of me if I told you that I've dreamed about you all these weeks?"
"No," Mike said gravely. "I am very flattered."
"So polite." They were at a stop, and Ryan reached out for him and caressed his cheek. "You're such a good boy, Micah. And I just found my kryptonite."
"A good boy?"
"Yeah," Ryan replied, and there was a tiny bit of wonder in how he said that.
"You could always get a dog," Mike said without thinking.
Ryan laughed. "I have a dog. I just don't have any plans to date him."
"You have a dog?" Mike asked and realized too late that he had shouted the question.
"I hope you're not allergic to animal hair or anything. He's an Irish Wolfhound, so there's a lot of hair to brush."
"Do you have him here, in the city?" Mike was starting to get it, how little he knew about Ryan. They were moving fast, without a doubt, but he was getting used to this need for speed.
"Yes, although I need to make sure that he gets plenty of exercise. And it serves that my property is large enough for him and it's not in the city."
"Can I see him?"
"Now? He might be sleeping, unlike us, tortured souls," Ryan said.
Mike tried to hide his disappointment. So, that also meant that they wouldn't go to Ryan's home, which he hoped.
"I had all sorts of plans for tonight, but I must admit that it hasn't crossed my mind until now to ask you. What would you like to do?" Ryan asked.
Mike stared at his hands. "Whatever you want."
"I can tell you were disappointed about not being able to see Bran."
"That's the dog's name?"
"Yes. So, tell me what you want, as direct as you can. What would you like us to do on our first date?"
"I'd like to sleep with you." Mike put one hand over his mouth. Direct was one thing; what he had just done was simply shameless.
Ryan chuckled. "All right. I was hoping for an answer like that, but you still surprised me a little. So, no romantic midnight dating for you? Just sex?"
Mike could tell he was being teased. But that wasn't the time to forget why he was there tonight. "It wouldn't be just sex," he said quietly.
Ryan sighed. "I hope you do realize you're making me drive with a boner. It's not exactly the easiest way to do that."
Mike winced. "Sorry."
"Where should we go?" Ryan asked in a strained voice. As much as he joked, he wasn't unaffected, and Mike was glad that he wasn't the only one with lustful thoughts on his mind. "A hotel --"
"Your place," Mike said with determination. "And I get to meet Bran, too."
"Well, then your wish is my command. If you can stand me for a one-hour long drive --"
"I'd go anywhere with you," Mike said. "Even if it's really far away."
"Like the end of the world?" Ryan teased again.
Mike snickered. "The world is round. I don't think there's such a thing as an end to it."
"Hmm, that must be true. I'll take it as a compliment."
"Ryan, can I ask you something?" Mike rested his eyes on the road ahead. "Do you have, um, like any second thoughts? I mean, we hardly know each other and --"
"And you're insecure and I understand. Don't worry. We will know each other, and I'm sure that I'll like you more and more. The only worry I have is that you might discover that I'm a bit of bore."
"I doubt that. You know how to kiss and, um, you're just so considerate and handsome, and you have a dog --" Mike began.
"So you love me because of all that?"
"I love you because I do," Mike said simply. "I just know I do."
Ryan sighed in satisfaction again. "Am I the luckiest guy on earth tonight or what?"
Mike didn't know what to reply to that. He didn't expect Ryan to say the words back, although he had said plenty of things to point out in that direction. It would come with time; he was sure of it.
***
Mike kept in all the wow's and oh's threatening to pour out of his mouth, as he followed Ryan. The property wasn't a mansion or anything, but it was above any suburbanite's wet dream. The manicured lawn wasn't the only thing to make it so; there were bushes and flowers everywhere, and they weren't just the ornamental kind. Mike sniffed a few in passing, as they walked the pathway leading to the modern-looking one-story building in the back. He hurried after Ryan when he remained a few steps behind.
A large living room came to life when Ryan flicked on the lights. It came appointed with a large screen TV, although large wasn't a suitable term to describe what that electronic equipment was. It covered almost the entire wall, and Mike wondered if it was healthy to stay this close to it. "That's huge," he commented, forgetting his manners for the moment.
"My friends decreed a long time ago that I'm to host whatever sports party crosses their minds. Therefore, the usual place for that sofa is far against that wall," Ryan explained. "They're all big boys and want to have enough room to go crazy. Also, the last TV I had suffered a small accident. My friends decided to make it up to me by buying this monstrosity. It's embarrassing to explain its presence when someone new walks in, but I'm getting used to it."
Mike turned to Ryan with a smile. "If it's a gift from your friends, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." He was about to ask about Bran when small sounds of distress came from behind a door.
Ryan offered Mike an apologetic look and went to open the door, allowing a ball of dark fur to tumble into the room. The dog began to sniff his owner's feet and whined a little, although not loudly.
"You didn't tell me Bran was a puppy," Mike said and carefully approached the dog. "He is so quiet. For a dog, I mean."
Bran was manifesting his happiness at seeing his master home only by wagging his tail.
"It's sort of a tradition for my family and me to have Irish Wolfhounds. They take well to spending time indoors because they are a very considerate species, although they need the space to stretch their muscles. You won't hear them barking maddeningly like others do. Bran, in particular, is very well behaved." Ryan crouched in front of the puppy to run one hand through his coat and caress his muzzle with the other. "Come and meet him, Mike."
Mike had never had a dog, but he liked them as a general rule. He knelt on the carpet and petted Bran. The puppy examined him with curious eyes; the tail wagging intensified.
"This is Bran, my faithful hound," Ryan declared in a funny voice. "And this," he pointed at Mike while talking to Bran, "is my cute boyfriend."
Mike snickered as he continued to pet Bran cautiously. The dog turned all his attention on him, and Mike felt a bit measured. It looked like the measurement had a positive outcome because Bran pressed a paw solemnly against his knee.
"It's past your bedtime, buddy," Ryan said and picked up Bran. "You two will have plenty of opportunities to play, don't you guys worry."
Mike felt a bit overwhelmed. Ryan was talking about him being his boyfriend so naturally, but, for him, all seemed like a walk on cloud nine. Any moment, and he was bound to hit the ground.
Ryan returned quickly. "Let's not make a lot of noise so that we don't excite him further. At his age, he needs his sleep." Mike nodded. Ryan walked over to him and grabbed his hand. "How about I show you other parts of the house?"
"Like your bedroom?" Mike whispered.
Ryan ruffled his hair. "Sure. Why not start with that?"
"Boy, you must think that I have only one thing on my mind," Mike said with a sigh.
"Even if that's the case, there's nothing wrong with it," Ryan hurried to put his mind at ease. "After all, the same thing's been on my mind for quite a while now."
Mike added nothing to that. He felt strangely calm now, and a special kind of warmth spread through his chest.
That state of affairs didn't last long. Soon, he was inside a master bedroom, complete with an impressive bed and lavish furniture that he barely had the time to register. Ryan grabbed him and kissed him, pushing him against the wall. Mike managed a small sign of surprise, but that turned into a shameless moan as Ryan plastered his hard body over his and deepened the kiss.
Mike moved his hands to embrace Ryan, but they got caught and pushed above his head. His entire body reacted; soon, he was acutely aware of the hard throbbing thing between his legs, the butterflies dancing madly in his stomach, and the puddle of molasses that his insides were now. Ryan moved his body against him in a sequence that left no room for interpretation of his real intentions.
A strong thigh pushed his legs apart, and Mike found himself humping shamelessly against it. They gasped for air at the same time.
"Damn, I'm sorry for being such a Neanderthal," Ryan whispered and pressed his forehead against his.
Mike could tell his body was much in need of that kind of Neanderthal if Ryan was that. "No problem," he mumbled.
"I planned on being romantic tonight, I swear," Ryan said. "It looks like I'm messing up from the first step."
Mike leaned in and kissed him; he couldn't use his hands as they were still kept in a fierce grip by Ryan. Only then Ryan realized and let go of them; he began massaging Mike's wrists. "Damn, I'm such a --"
Mike kissed him again.
"You know that what you do is pretty dangerous," Ryan warned him.
Mike smiled. "I know." It wasn't like him to be in the shoes of the guy taking the lead, but Ryan worried too much already. With feverish hands, he began to push down Ryan's jacket and unbutton his shirt. To his excitement and surprise, there was no resistance from Ryan as he did so. He seemed too busy doing the same with Mike's t-shirt.
They fell on the bed, both struggling, quite comically, to get out of their pants. Mike was the first to start laughing.
"Damn," Ryan moaned and rolled his eyes, "I'm not usually such a fuckup when it comes to seduction." He pushed away his pants and pulled Mike's jeans, too. "Don't judge me by my foreplay, please," he added, begging Mike with his eyes.
Mike became suddenly aware that he was practically naked, like completely naked, in front of his crush. His laughter died, and he stared down at his body. What would Ryan think of him? He wasn't much to look at, and it wasn't just a figure of speech. He was pretty small, and his cock was average, he liked to think. Hesitantly, he raised his eyes, only to witness Ryan's hungry stare.
His breathing caught in his chest; Mike bit his lips and swallowed hard. He had known for a while now the depth and weight of his attraction toward Ryan. He hadn't stopped to think too much of how Ryan felt about it all; it looked like there was no point in having doubts or worries. That look said everything he needed to know.
"I," he started, not knowing what he wanted to say.
Ryan moved and straddled him, his body hard above, pressing him down. Mike didn't hesitate to open his mouth and receive Ryan's tongue that seemed as bent on penetration as its master's other parts. One of them, in particular, was a hot pulsing thing, conveniently aligned with Mike's cock. At this point, Mike wasn't even sure of what he wanted. Ryan kissed like a superstar, not that Mike had a clear idea of what that meant, but it sounded cool and accurate in his head. His kiss was everything; it made Mike's heart beat wildly, his mind forget all coherent thought, and his entire body was yearning for nothing else but Ryan's touch.
A hand was teasing his nipples, while their kiss grew savage. There was so much repressed desire that Mike feared that they might go mad, or explode, or do something crazy like in the movies. Asked what that could be, he wouldn't answer. His mind was gone, his body was hot, and there was just one thing he cared about.
He was with Ryan, and it was no dream. He was Ryan's boyfriend – just how insane that sounded? – and it was for real. And soon, Ryan would make love to him, as he had dreamed of for so long.
"I'll be back. Don't go anywhere, please," Ryan said as he moved away with evident reluctance.
Mike nodded, his mouth throbbing where Ryan had kissed him hard. He looked after his lover as he moved around the room. When they had met the first time, Mike had thought of Ryan as a handsome man. Seeing him naked was another thing entirely. He had a hard, muscular body, lean where needed, tough, too. Could it be that he practiced some sports? That was another thing for him to learn. No one had that kind of an attractive body without working hard, as Mike knew from his friend Adrian.
Ryan crouched to look for things in a drawer, and Mike straightened up to admire the line of his back. He bit back a whimper as he took in Ryan's ass, firm and round, and he couldn't believe that his mind was taking him back to his stupid fetish. Ryan had no qualms with letting his body hair grow, and although he was not some bear in the sense of the word Mike knew, he was plenty of his favorite animal.
He shook his head. It was clear as day that Ryan topped, and Mike wouldn't blow it by asking him if he didn't mind getting fucked in the ass. It was something Mike could live with. Ryan stood up and turned. He held a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube in his hands and seemed relieved. "I cannot believe that I thought I didn't have any around. Phew, dodged a bullet there."
Mike blinked. "So, you don't usually bring your lovers home?"
Ryan laughed. "What lovers?"
Mike swallowed. "Well, you know. People you hook up with."
"It might surprise you, my cute Micah, but the way I hooked up with you that evening is not my usual MO. From the moment I took over the company from my uncle, I didn't have time to land a boyfriend. Until now."
Mike's surprise came from a different source. "Are you trying to tell me that you haven't slept with anyone since you that time?"
Ryan offered him another broad smile. "Yeah. It looks like a super cute redhead blew my mind just as I barely got here, to this city, and he was a tough act to follow."
Mike grinned. That was him. The super cute redhead was him. "But, what about before?"
Ryan sighed. "This house is relatively new as my residence. And, before, let's say that I preferred other venues for carrying on with my affairs."
Mike could tell Ryan was pulling his leg a little. There would be time later to ask more questions. It looked like Ryan was fighting certain urges that weren't unfamiliar to him, either. Ryan's cock bounced as he climbed on the bed. Mike remembered it, but he reached for it with one hand. A satisfied moan from Ryan rewarded him for his actions.
Ryan kissed him quickly. "I know you must want to ask me a ton of questions. And if you want us to talk --"
"Let's don't," Mike said abruptly. He began to move his hand on Ryan's cock up and down and locked his eyes with his lover's. "It doesn't matter the order."
"The order?" Ryan asked. His eyes flashed with new desire.
"Of things. I don't even know what it should be."
Ryan teased him, leaning forward, but making sure not to allow Mike to let go of his cock. "What we should do now, per the order of things you want?"
Mike couldn't believe his ears as he spoke. "Let's fuck."
All right, he could have said it nicer, like `let's make love', but it looked like his words had the desired effect on Ryan, who attacked him with his mouth again. This time, Mike's lips weren't the only prey. Soon, he was a mess of sensations, as Ryan's mouth moved slower, his teeth grazing the skin of his neck and chest in passing.
Mike let out a small moan as Ryan reached between his legs and took him in his mouth. How long had he dreamed of this? He was sure that lately, he hadn't jerked off to porn at all; he had had enough material, and other men couldn't do it for him anymore.
But reality was everything imaginary adventures weren't. Ryan's tongue wrapping around his cock and doing strange, wonderful things seemed like nothing Mike could have ever imagined. His cock was in heaven, just like him.
"Oh, fuck," he shouted when he realized that, lost in the sensation, he hadn't bothered to keep himself in check.
The pressure, the hotness, the up and down moves of that sexy mouth, were all too much. Mike tried to push Ryan away at the last moment, but he met resistance, so, embarrassed as he was, he exploded in his lover's mouth, while strong hands kept him down, making it impossible for him to move.
He threw one arm over his eyes. Good going, Mike. What would Ryan think of him now?
"You know, I think I told you before that I thought you must be sweet. Now I have the confirmation that you're sweet everywhere," Ryan said, pulling him out of his instant self-loathing, which was challenging to do while coming down from that high.
Mike put down his arm and stared at Ryan. "I came in your mouth," he mumbled. "Like a rude person. I mean, like an asshole."
Ryan was still between his legs, and he stared at him. Mike gasped when Ryan moved one hand to caress his balls and then snuck it lower between his butt cheeks. "I think I know what I want as compensation."
"Of course," Mike murmured. "How should I sit?" Not on all fours, please. Mike thought the look from behind had to be the most unflattering he could offer.
Ryan laughed. "You don't have to worry about a thing, Micah. And I've wanted to taste you for so long."
"But, that time," Mike protested, "you didn't come in my mouth."
"We weren't boyfriends then." Everything Ryan said poured so naturally out of his mouth that Mike felt unnatural envy toward him. He would either have to learn the secret to do that or ask for lessons.
Ryan kissed his spent cock. Then he looked at him again. "What's bothering you?"
"I'm a total klutz," Mike moaned. "I don't know how to behave."
"Is that all? Then let me guide you. Come sit nicely on all fours, and present your lovely ass to me."
Mike covered his eyes again.
"What? What did I say?" Ryan's voice was teasing, but even Mike was capable of realizing that he shouldn't put the man's impatience to the test.
"I don't have a sexy ass," Mike whispered.
"Ah, how about you let me be the judge of that? Come. Do as I say, and if by the end of it all, you don't like what I'm about to do to you, feel free to tell me. I'll never transgress again."
"You can do anything you want," Mike replied, although he wasn't sure his meek voice could pass as determination.
"Giving me a free pass? I'd be more careful if I were you," Ryan warned him playfully.
Mike wasn't careful when it came to Ryan; he just couldn't. So he moved, albeit reluctantly, and presented his tiny, skinny ass. Two hands grabbed his ass and fondled it. Mike barely had time to get into the groove, when a hot tongue pressed against his backdoor.
All right, maybe it was the right time he checked he wasn't dreaming again. No, there was no time for that. For the second time that evening, Mike lost track of whatever he was supposed to think or how he was meant to act. He let shameless sounds pour out of his mouth, as Ryan reached deep with that skillful tongue inside his ass.
"Oh," he whispered, unsure if there were enough words in the dictionary to describe what he felt or how awesome Ryan was.
Ryan withdrew only a little. "So, you like it?"
"I'm dying of pleasure here," Mike admitted in all honesty.
"That you're not allowed to do," Ryan said and smacked his ass with both hands.
"Ryan," Mike said in a quiet voice, "could you fuck me now, please?"
Ryan's immediate response was a small groan. "How do you know how to press all my buttons?"
"I don't know," Mike replied.
"I know," Ryan said in turn. "I must have done something good in my life, and this is how karma repays me."
That sounded a bit off. Mike looked over his shoulder. Ryan kept a straight face for a moment, and then he burst into laughter.
"Are you making fun of me?" Mike asked, a bit miffed.
"You're too easy to tease. And I like teasing you," Ryan replied. "Now, seeing how I don't seem to get one thing right --"
"The blowjob was awesome. So was the ass licking," Mike announced.
Ryan's face lit up. "Well, thank you. Then let's see how I fare on the last test."
Mike pouted. Ryan was teasing him again.
"Refresh my memory. What test that was?" Ryan asked in a low, seductive voice.
Mike buried his face in his palms for a moment. What was he getting himself into? Ryan was an even bigger joker than him, only that Mike was one by accident; in Ryan's case, it was all premeditated. "I suppose you want me to say `fucking'," he said with a small sigh.
"I just love it when you talk dirty," Ryan said and smacked his ass one last time.
Mike gasped when Ryan touched his asshole with lubed fingers. Caught in everything as they had been, he hadn't stopped to think about how that would go. Ryan was pretty thick as he knew now, and not only from memory. His ass would get a workout; that was sure.
Ryan moved his fingers slowly, making Mike shiver with anticipation. His cock seemed to approve the treatment and was now getting hard again. It helped, for sure, that Ryan used his other hand to milk it slowly. Usually, Mike would have thought himself in an impossibly embarrassing position, but he didn't felt that at all. It had to be all about how natural things were between them.
"If you feel anything you don't like, anything, just tell me, okay?"
"'kay," Mike mumbled. His pleasure soared again, and he didn't want Ryan to stop if the fate of the universe hung in the balance.
"You don't have to worry about a thing," Ryan added. "I think your ass is lovely, just like the rest of you."
He had a lovely ass. Mike sighed in contentment. That was surely something he needed to remember; if Ryan said that, it had to be true.
A new gasp emerged from his mouth when Ryan moved and positioned himself behind him. Mike's usual encounters of the kind were rushed, and most of the time, forgettable. But his first time with Ryan, he had a feeling that he would remember it.
And, of course, that was some girth, right there. Ryan mumbled and cursed under his breath, but the arousal was evident in his voice. Mike decided to offer a bit of help and pushed back.
"Easy, you don't want to tempt the snake," Ryan joked, his voice a breathed whisper.
"I do," Mike said with conviction.
Ryan stood still, and Mike pushed himself into his lover's sword harder. It was a bit of a bummer that they couldn't go faster, but Mike's ass seemed to lack the understanding of the situation. Now was the time for a `wow' and standing ovations.
Ryan placed a gentle hand on his back. "I can hear you gasping, Micah," he said softly. "Just let me handle this."
Mike closed his eyes. It wasn't that bad; Ryan didn't have to worry, and he could take it. But when Ryan began moving slowly, offering a bit of friction, and a bit of reprieve, he had to admit that it was better. With Ryan, clearly no lover he decided to take to bed had to worry about having that thick gorgeous cock rammed in by surprise.
Now he was a ragged doll in Ryan's arms who caressed him with one hand while holding him firmly with the other. The initial discomfort was fading now, and instead, the blunt head of Ryan's cock brushed over the most sensitive point in Mike's ass, now awakened and ready for action.
Ryan pushed in slowly until Mike could feel him as close as they could be.
"All in?" he asked, his voice small.
"Yes. I'm happy to report," Ryan said in his now-familiar playful tone.
"Happy to know," Mike replied in kind and snickered.
Ryan was, apparently, ready for a ride. Mike was on board, too. When their bodies met with a small smack, and Ryan began, Mike grabbed the sheets with both hands. Ryan wasn't just a maddeningly sweet kisser; he also knew how to love a man in bed. Mike let out his voice, glad that there weren't any neighbors to worry about.
"You sound so nice," Ryan praised him.
Unlike him, Ryan didn't moan and thrash. His breath was deep and steady, and there was something so arousing in how he sounded that Mike wanted to record his voice and play it later, whenever he wanted. He was sure that no porn in the world could rival that.
The bed shook under them, but Mike didn't care. Ryan knew how to move his hips, and Mike's only regret was that he couldn't see it. When Ryan reached for the back of his neck and held him tightly, Mike thought he would lose it. But, this time, he was prepared, and he wanted more of it. He chose to move his hips, too, not one ounce embarrassed by how their bodies meeting like that made all sorts of sounds.
"Oh, wow, Micah, your ass." Ryan's voice lost some of its composure and grew louder. "It's milking my cock so well."
That was a good thing, right? Mike surely hoped so. A new type of enthusiasm grew inside him. Now his ambition was to make Ryan come undone. There would be no other outcome but to have Ryan feel as he had felt just earlier. He squeezed his ass muscles, as much as he could, enjoying the soaring of his sensations, too.
"This is so naughty," Ryan shouted, each word pouring out of his mouth marked by another slamming of his hips against Mike's body.
"Close?" Mike asked.
"Yes," Ryan replied.
Mike had always wanted to come like that, at the same time with his bed partner. It seemed like a bit of communication was ideal for making things happen. "Me, too," he whispered.
"What a fortunate coincidence," Ryan said, but his voice didn't sound like he wanted to joke, like before. It had to be that he believed what he said.
Mike abandoned himself to the sensation of having his ass pounded; Ryan's cock felt huge in his ass, but not at all uncomfortable, and Mike knew that he had struck gold this time. He was the first to announce his release by coming and shuddering, his whole body part of that fantastic sensation. Ryan pushed one time hard, and Mike could swear he could feel everything his lover felt, which was pretty amazing since there had never been another to be so entirely in synch with.
Ryan stood inside him for what seemed both a moment and a wonderful eternity, chanting words of praise. When he let go, Mike sensed a little loss. Just then, he wanted Ryan again to assure him that they belonged together like that. Ryan moved away, and Mike heard his steps departing. It wasn't a minute, and he was back, draping his body over Mike's.
"Missed me already?"
Mike wondered if Ryan was a mind reader. "Yes."
Ryan chuckled. He kissed Mike's sweaty shoulders, his upper back, his neck. "I know you might have a hard time believing me, but it's not usual that I feel so close to someone. Tonight, you gave me a wonderful gift, Micah."
"I'm sure you had other lovers." The pleasure was fading, and now the usual worries came back.
"Indeed. But, you know, I've never heard an honest `I love you' in my life. Before you."
Mike turned his head as much as he could from that position. "Don't pull my leg. It can't be true."
"Well, yes, it might not be. My parents used to tell me that when I was a lot younger than this," Ryan said with a smile.
Mike's mom still said that; maybe that was why he was still a big baby, even if he couldn't have any regrets. "With your looks, guys must be all over you, all the time."
Ryan offered a small, embarrassed laugh. "That's because you think I've always looked like this."
Mike blinked a few times. "What do you mean?" It was so nice to feel Ryan's weight on top of him.
"I used to be pretty skinny and nerdy," Ryan said.
Mike needed to see Ryan's eyes when saying that. So he struggled a little until Ryan moved away, and they faced each other. "You are totally pulling my leg."
Ryan shrugged. A smile never left his lips. "I'm not. In my teens, I was pretty quiet. I didn't quite fit. But I had great friends, and they dragged me with them to play games, watch sports, all that jazz."
"Did your friends take you to the gym?" Mike was impressed. With all of Adrian's efforts to make him work out harder, Mike hadn't been convinced to do more. Through no fault of his own, he was what he was. But it looked like Ryan had been more determined than him. In front of his eyes, he had a success story that could've been him if only he had worked harder.
"No, that came later," Ryan replied. He continued to caress Mike's shoulder as he spoke. "I wanted, you know, to get guys to like me," he whispered and then smiled, melting Mike's heart again. "The thing is, I somehow managed to attract mostly shallow people, or maybe I was too immature to tell apart guys with serious intentions from the rest."
"I must be shallow, too, because I fell for your looks."
Ryan threw Mike a playful look. "When I let myself go, and you want to leave, I'm going to hold it against you. Be warned."
Mike smiled. Ryan said it like they were supposed to spend many years together. That was enough to make him dream with his eyes open. "I'll never leave," he said without overthinking.
Ryan kissed him quickly on the lips. "It's things like these I love you for."
Mike's breath stopped. Was that the confession he had been waiting for? Was it?
"Something wrong? Your eyes are really wide."
Mike shook his head. He was acting all weird. It was a figure of speech or something. "Nothing. So how come you didn't find someone to tell you `I love you' from the heart?"
Ryan sighed and smiled again. "I think I looked in all the wrong places. Inside, I think I am still that nerdy boy from before; at least, some of him is still in there."
"You? Nerdy?" Mike snickered. He just couldn't imagine that at all.
"Yeah," Ryan replied, faking that he was upset. "And these guys I got with, they just wanted to have fun, and it wasn't all my kind of fun."
"Like sports? You watch sports with your friends, right?" Mike could feel a new kind of anxiety growing. What exactly did he and Ryan have in common, after all?
"No. I'm not talking about that. What I mean is that my lovers didn't want to spend the entire Sunday watching some sci-fi series or play video games with me."
Mike shook his head. He did so fast that he was sure Ryan had to think that he was having a seizure or something. That couldn't be real. "I watch sci-fi series and play video games," he said automatically. Great. Now he sounded like some kind of robot.
Ryan grinned. "And I'm glad to hear."
Mike felt a bit suspicious. "Why do I get the feeling that you already knew?"
Ryan looked away and then made a funny guilty face. "All employees put down their hobbies in their resumes. I have everything on record, just in case you want to deny, later."
Mike opened and closed his mouth. "Don't tell me you picked me based on what I've written on my resume three years ago!"
Ryan was laughing now. "No, actually it was your first oral performance that convinced me."
Mike pushed himself up. He was being made fun of, big time. He grabbed one pillow and smacked Ryan in the face with it. "Here is something I didn't write in my resume. I'm good at pillow fights!"
Ryan didn't appear impressed by his outburst and put down the pillow covering his face like he hadn't just been smacked with it. "It's good to have surprises."
Mike stared at him, not knowing what to think. "So you just say that you like what I like?" His eyes moved at his hands.
Ryan came closer to him and grabbed his face with both hands. Their eyes met. "No. That is all true. And I had to read everyone's resume, to get to know them. I didn't want to invade your privacy or anything. That also helped me understand how honest you are, Micah. Do you know how many people lie in their resumes? I seriously doubt Dan in accounting learns Chinese in his spare time, for fun."
Mike snickered. "Sometimes, I'm not sure he speaks English that well."
"Yeah," Ryan said with a small laugh. "The only language he likes must be numbers."
He pulled Mike close in his arms, and it felt so good there. So, that was good. They had somethings in common, and Mike felt relieved. At least, for a while, he would be able to keep Ryan interested in him, and that was a good thing. He needed to buy every video game release from now on. First, he needed to find out what Ryan liked. Also, what kind of movies --
"I can tell your mind is working," Ryan said as he massaged Mike's back.
"What kind of games do you play?"
Ryan took a moment. "FPS, MOBA, MMORPG --"
"All the abbreviations?" Mike snickered. He liked that Ryan didn't seem to be boxed in a single genre.
Ryan pouted. "I do know what they mean."
Mike bit his lips. The temptation to laugh was too much. Could it be that Ryan wanted to seduce him by pretending he had the same interests? There was no need for that. He was already seduced.
"I will show you my collection," Ryan said. "I can tell you don't believe me."
Mike shook his head. "It's not that I don't believe you. But you're a cool guy. No one would ever suspect you enjoy uncool stuff like that."
Ryan made a funny face. "Uncool how?"
Mike rolled his eyes. "Don't ask me to explain. You know what I mean."
He yelped when Ryan grabbed him and planted him with his back on the bed. "Do I have to prove myself? Pick your weapon."
Mike knew Ryan was talking about games, but there was one particular weapon in his lover's arsenal, which he liked a lot better. To make a point, he snuck one hand between them and caught Ryan's cock. It was hot, hard, and leaking.
"Hmm, should I get another condom?" Ryan purred into his ear.
Mike shivered. That was a good idea. His ass twitched in sympathy, apparently in love with the prospect already. He would have a hard time sitting tomorrow most probably, but it was all worth it. "I think you should," he breathed out the words.
Ryan rewarded his quick reply with a long kiss. It didn't take him long to get ready again, and this time, when he sank in Mike's body, it was much easier. Some discomfort was still there, since Mike hadn't had any sex in a while, or better said since Ryan had walked into his life.
This wasn't fucking, though, he realized as Ryan moved slowly while peppering his ear with kisses and sweet words. It was lovemaking, and even though Ryan hadn't confessed, Mike promised himself he wouldn't be anxious and all tied up in knots over it. He was wanted, and Ryan didn't hesitate to make it clear with each move of his body. Mike touched his lover's muscular back, mapping it with his hands while feeling so happy that his mind and soul wanted an out of body experience.
He was full in more ways than one, and even so, he wanted more. As Ryan skillfully brought them closer to a second fantastic climax that night, it was the only thought filling his mind to the brim. He wanted more.
"Do you like this, Micah?" Ryan asked, his voice a gentle whisper. "I'm head over heels here."
Mike gasped and squirmed as Ryan cupped one of his buttocks and increased the rhythm. Could it be that his cock didn't need anything else? There was a bit of friction between their bodies, but it wasn't enough. He whimpered, the pleasure caused by Ryan's cock moving in and out his ass a tad frustrating.
"Tell me what you want," Ryan said.
"My cock," Mike managed with difficulty.
Ryan adjusted his position and grabbed his cock. "Like this?"
"Yes," Mike whispered. He reached for Ryan with both hands. They landed on the hairy chest, and he pulled with all his strength as the climax hit him. In Ryan's hands, he was reduced to a horny guy with nothing but the needs of his cock on his mind.
Ryan cursed and praised and slammed against Mike, with one long groan. They embraced as their irregular breaths mingled.
"I'm sorry I pulled your hair," Mike said apologetically.
Ryan laughed, a satiated soft laugh. "You took me by surprise, but I like it when you're a bit forceful. It means that you must really like me."
"Like you? I love you." Mike bit his lips. There had to be some rule about things like that. He couldn't go and say it all the time, as it could lose its value.
Ryan kissed his cheek but made no move to get away. "I don't think I can get enough of hearing it. I can barely wait to say it properly, too."
Hmm, what? Mike opened his mouth to ask what Ryan meant by that but reconsidered. If time was needed for Ryan to fall in love, then be it. Mike would do all he could to make sure that happened.
But if he couldn't succeed?
Ryan knocked gently on his forehead. "You're thinking again. What about?"
"Nothing," Mike hurried to say.
"It's not nothing, and I can tickle you until you give up and say it."
Mike wasn't great with tickling, in the sense that he was very ticklish. It wasn't a good idea to incur Ryan's wrath, under the circumstances. "Just that if you need time to feel the same, I'll wait," he sputtered.
Ryan appeared surprised. "I don't really understand what you mean. Why would I need time?"
Mike felt his cheeks warming. It was embarrassing to talk about such things. "To, um, say ... the words. Because you feel them. Or you believe them. Or something."
Ryan laughed. Mike covered his face with both hands. Now that was a bit cruel.
"That is not what I meant," Ryan whispered in his ear. "I already feel the same about you. I just thought that I need to make it count, the first time I say the words to you. So that you would remember forever."
Mike uncovered his face. He watched Ryan. From up close, he was even more irresistible. "Do you mean that," he swallowed, "you do ...?"
Ryan winked at him. "You're trying to trick me into saying it like this, without proper setting and everything. Don't think I didn't read you. So crafty."
Crafty had never been a word to describe him. Ryan got it all wrong, and Mike wanted to clarify the situation. "I'm not tricking you. I swear," he said with all the conviction he could muster.
"Hmm." Ryan examined him with playful eyes. "That is what anyone trying to trick someone into confessing would say."
Mike groaned. There was no winning with this guy, was it?
Ryan scooted closer and rested his lips against Mike's ear. "But I'm easy to fool. I love you, Micah. And if you ever forget --"
Mike moved fast and caught Ryan by surprise, switching the roles and ending up on top. "I won't." He sealed his promise with a kiss.
They spent some time doing that, but Mike was pretty sure that a third time would be a stretch for him. He felt exhausted but happy, so he melted in Ryan's arms.
"It looks like someone's sleepy," Ryan cooed. "Ready to hit the hay?"
"Totally," Mike agreed.
Ryan still had the energy to drag him to the shower and then put him back in bed. Mike couldn't have been happier. It was nice to have someone in charge like that. The only issue was that he might get used to it.
"Good night, Micah," Ryan whispered as he pulled him into his strong arms.
"Good night, Ryan," Mike replied, and then, just like that, he was out like a light.
***
The sound of an alarm clock woke him up. Mike was disoriented for a couple of seconds, and then it hit him, not only where he was, but where he was supposed to be. One look at the clock filled him with panic.
"Good morning," Ryan said and caressed his shoulder.
"Ryan, how are we going to get to work?"
Ryan seemed half sleepy still. "By car. Just give me a minute." He pulled Mike into his arms again, nuzzling the back of his neck.
"It's already late, and I can't ride with you," Mike insisted. "What will people say?"
Ryan seemed suddenly very awake. "Good point. Do you mind being a little late for work, first time in your career?"
Mike knew the answer to that one. Damn, being secret lovers inevitably came with challenges.
TBC
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