It wasn't one of his usual hangouts, that was for sure, but the music was hot and the dance floor was jumping and no one had so much as blinked when Deke and his pals-of-the-day had wandered in through the beach-side door. And, bonus, no one had carded him for the Corona currently swinging from his fingertips.
Robby jostled his elbow, pushing his way up to the bar. "Wha's this stuff called ag'in? The music."
The redhead was on his third beer already, headed for a fourth, and such a lightweight... he'd be tits-up in the sand outside before midnight, Deke knew, as usual. "Salsa... s'nice, good beat, I could get into it."
"You can't dance!"
Robby's laugh was loud and braying, but Deke answered it with an easy grin. "Shove off! I can manage not to fall on anybody, more'n I can say for you."
Robby waved his beer, grinned back, and stumbled off into the crowd again. Deke laughed at him and tipped his own beer up -- empty, or close enough. He leaned back to set the bottle on the bar, and rested his elbows on it as he took in the room. The floor was -really- hopping by now, and damned if most of the people on it didn't look like they'd been dancing practically since they could walk. It'd put his white-boy-flailing to shame... not that he'd ever let that stop him before.
Matter of fact... it'd been a good day, he still felt sun-warm and ocean-happy, and the beer had him a little loose and approaching horny. And some of those folks out there could -really- dance. That one, right there... dark hair, olive skin, slim hips shaking the way no straight guy -ever- did. Deke wondered what it would take to get him to come home.
Deke circled the dance floor, trying to look casual; not that it mattered, the other boy seemed to be off in his own little hip-twitching, head-tossing world, dark hair swirling around red-clad shoulders and... mmmm. -Nice-. No response though, brown eyes slid past him as just another face in the crowd. Well, Deke knew he was cute, but not all -that-... and humor always made a good opening, right? He edged onto the floor and danced up to the boy.
He tried to keep the elbows to a minimum: making the cute boy laugh at you was probably good; giving the cute boy a black eye was probably bad. He got a raised eyebrow for his trouble and finally leaned in closer to yell over the music, "You're really good!"
The cute boy pursed his lips and threw his head back in that special way only Latin boys seem to be capable of before turning back to his dance partner and ignoring Deke altogether.
Ooh, attitude... Deke skirted around the dancing couple and tried again. "Where's a guy go to learn to dance like that?"
The cute boy favored Deke with a blank look and replied, "In your case I'd recommend a rehab center to be fitted with prosthetic legs. You appear to have two left feet. Try not to step on my toes again, there's a dear."
With that he was swirling off again in the arms of tall, dark and stupid-looking, much to Deke's dismay.
Deke, quickly recovering from the insult, threw his head back and laughed. "God, is that all I need! Maybe I'd surf better then, too."
He sighed to himself; dissed again. Still... worth it, if just for the head toss, and Deke didn't think it was egotistical to say he'd be -much- more fun than the lunk the boy was dancing with. 'Boy' had to have a name, right? Deke caught up with the pair again -- watch the toes! -- and stuck his head in the way. "What's your name?"
"Alex," the boy replied.
Deke stuck his hand out -- again, totally in the way -- and grinned at him. "I'm Deke."
Alex gave the hand a cool look, but remained otherwise wrapped around his dance partner. "I see. Dick. How very apt."
Deke laughed again and took his hand back. "No, it's Deke! Long 'ee'.... Hey, look, you wanna dance with me? It'd make this a lot easier."
"No thank you, purple really isn't my color, and that's what my toes would be before too long if I danced with you, I suspect," Alex sighed. "You're not going to just go away, are you Dick?"
"Hadn't planned on it." He flashed Alex another grin and spun in a little circle -- watch the elbows! -- like he saw a few of the others doing.
"Very well then. I'll have a Martini," Alex said, moving swiftly to get out of the path of his shoulders. "Please get off the dance floor before you cause permanent damage, Dick." Alex gave the guy he'd been dancing with a smoldering look and shrugged. "Lo siento. Maybe some other time, si?"
Alex led the way to the bar and looked expectantly at Deke.
Score! Deke thought. Maybe. Hopefully... damn, Alex had a nice ass. Deke followed him, leaned forward over the bar and got the 'tender's attention. Alex looked expectantly at Deke.
"Martini, and a beer? Y'know, that other guy danced okay, but he looked sort of... boring."
"You think?" Alex said, eyebrow quirked. "The fact that he was tall and handsome and could actually dance without unwittingly amputating my little toe struck you as boring? Maybe you should sue the compilers of your dictionary."
Alex took the Martini the bartender offered and contemplated the olive for a moment before picking up the toothpick it was impaled on and very slowly raising it to his mouth. He took considerable pleasure in watching the look on Deke's face while he slowly, deliberately sucked the olive off of the toothpick.
"Yeah, but not every guy who can dance has... uhm... personality." Deke's muddy green eyes widened a bit, watching the olive disappear. The night was definitely looking up.
"So Dick, what is it you do when you're not abusing a dance floor?" Alex asked sarcastically.
"Oh! I surf. Well, and work in the surf shop, just down the beach... but mostly surf. You?"
"Electrical Engineer," Alex replied. "Tell me, does your surf board have bruises?"
That got another laugh out of Deke. "Nope, just me. Took a hit on the shoulder this afternoon, but it's not too bad...." The hand holding the beer bottle edged his shirt sleeve up, and he craned his neck to look back at the dark mottling along the muscle. "Nah. I'll live. I haven't -broken- a board in years, so I guess I'm getting better?"
"So what brings you to a Salsa club? You don't exactly look the type," Alex said, keeping his eyes on Deke's face rather than gazing at his shoulder, like Deke had hoped.
"Oh, one of the guys said he'd heard about this place, they're... over there somewhere." Deke waved vaguely towards a corner, where it looked like Robby had already found someone to fall all over. "It's kinda out of the way for us, but not too far, and... waitaminute, type?" He blinked at Alex, and grinned again, teasing. "What, I have to be six feet tall, a great dancer and no fun to come into a place like this?"
"Being able to dance would certainly help," Alex replied acerbically. He raised the glass to his lips with a flourish and drained it in one go.
"Well... I can slow dance? Mostly. No toe-stepping, I promise." He took a hefty swig of his beer and set the bottle aside, and offered his hand. "So, how about it?"
Alex favored him with what was almost a smile and took his hand, saying, "Not that I believe you for one second, but I suppose it's worth a try," while leading him to the dance floor.
It quickly became apparent that Alex was going to lead, which was fine as far as Deke was concerned: fewer missteps to worry about. He leaned heavily against Alex's chest, one leg almost pushed between Alex's and just let it happen. It was kind of like being on a surf board: you just didn't fight the ocean and judging by the way Alex was twirling him around the dance floor, you didn't fight Alex either.
And Alex was warm, with a hot hard body, pressing against Deke's and Deke was almost sure that Alex was at least a little bit interested, because he could feel what could only be a half-hard cock pressing against his thigh. So he just went with it.
He managed not to step on Alex's toes, even; well, not more than the couple of times he had thought he knew which direction they were going next. Lesson learned, and Deke thought to himself that he could -really- get used to Alex's "lead". He bent his head closer to Alex's ear and murmured, "So tell me something. Is anybody gonna kick my ass if I kiss you?"
"Oh yeah, the five older brothers I brought with me to protect my virtue," Alex smirked.
Deke was trying not to let on, but he glanced around the room furtively, just to make sure. He must have looked like a complete idiot, because Alex burst out laughing: "You didn't really think I'd bring five older brothers with me here, to a gay bar, did you?"
"Hell, I didn't know. They could... all be gay, too?" Even Alex's laugh was sexy -- and contagious, though Deke knew he laughed at himself almost more than anyone else did. But it made him want to kiss the boy even more, and as soon as they'd both subsided to chuckling he did just that, pressed his lips to Alex's and wondered if he'd take the lead here, too.
Alex responded almost instantly, pushing his tongue past Deke's lips and exploring his mouth confidently. Deke let himself be pulled closer into Alex' arms and just kind of went with it. Alex's groin was grinding against his as Alex's tongue was thrusting in and out of his mouth. When Alex finally let him go he was gasping for breath.
"'Course, while my brothers aren't here, my lover may object," Alex said sweetly.
Deke actually blinked at him a couple of times before the words really registered, and the edge of his mouth tilted up. "Worth it. 'Specially if I can do that again." He gave as good as he got this time, though there was still no doubting who had the upper hand. Deke got himself a handful of Alex's fine ass instead, cupping it through his tight silver pants as they ground together.
When Deke let go again, Alex was laughing breathlessly. "God, you're so gullible. As if I'd go around kissing other men in front of my partner."
"Yeah, well... tall, dark and broody didn't make you laugh once, so maybe gullible's part of my charm?" He didn't really -want- to let go. Could stand to get a hell of a lot closer, matter of fact, and unless he was wrong.... "Hey. Can we get out of here? Go somewhere... you know. With less people."
Alex' eyes clouded for just a moment, before he smiled brightly and said, "I'm not so sure that's a good idea..."
"Oh, I am... I mean... You're hot, right? And I'm funny, which is something, and kinda cute, and I promise not to step on anything...." He pressed up against Alex's body, all long and hot and -definitely- interested. "And anyway... part of you thinks it's a good idea, yeah? S'not like I'm asking to go steady."
"You're sure about this?" Alex asked skeptically. "Yeah I'm interested, but I hardly ever go home with anybody I don't know because, well, it's easier when they know exactly..."
Deke grinned, his eyes warming. "I know enough to -really- wanna take you home. Or go home with you, whatever works. So...." He ducked his head a little, meeting Alex's eyes. "Was that a yes?"
"If you're sure," Alex said, still a touch too reluctantly for Deke's liking. "Where do you live?"
"Across from the shop. It's, uhm... just down the beach, that way." He grinned again, apologetic this time. "Kind of a hike, that's why we hadn't been down this way before. But not too bad?"
"I've got a truck," Alex replied. "Exactly how many guys are you sharing a room with?"
"Oh, I don't live with them, we just hang out. I've got my own place." He started backing off the dance floor, tugging, almost coaxing Alex along with him. "Small, and uh... kind of a mess. But all mine! So long as the rent gets paid, anyway."
"I suppose that's better than I could have hoped for," Alex smirked. "I had an awful feeling there'd be a couple of spectators involved. Alright, we'll drive though. Need to get my stuff out of the car anyway."
"Oh, I have condoms and stuff," Deke said brightly.
Alex gave him a dubious look. "Not exactly what I was thinking of, but... are you sure you're up to this?"
"Hell yeah! Though... if you -wanted- spectators we could always stay here." Deke waggled his eyebrows, teasing, and laughed at Alex's acid look. "Oh, uh... guess your truck's not parked on the beach, though. That way?" He pointed.
"Yeah, that's what parking lots are for, 'course you probably wouldn't know that, what with your main mode of transportation being a surf board," Alex quipped. "The big red Toyota over in the corner. Try not to bump the fender, bodywork's expensive."
"Yep, boards and feet." Deke followed him out to the parking lot and circled the truck, hands held up. "No bumping, I promise! Damn, this is nice. Electrical engineer, huh, guess you make a pretty good living."
"Not too bad, yeah, enough for a nice car and a nice little beach house just out of town. Lead on MacDuff. Where am I driving to?"
Deke got them headed down the road in the right direction, and it really -wasn't- all that far when you weren't scuffing through sand and looking more at the waves than at where you were going. In no time at all Alex was pulling the truck up next to the stairs, and Deke was grinning at him again. "This is the place!"
Looks... cozy," Alex said doubtfully. "Let me just grab my bag out the back and we can go in."
"Bag? Are you planning to stay the night? Because, you know, that's cool if you want to and everything, it's just that..." Deke was stuttering hopelessly. Most guys you picked up in bars would stay long enough for a good hard fuck - two if you were lucky - but they hardly ever carried overnight bags around.
"Hadn't thought of it," Alex said quickly to prevent further confusion. "I just like to be prepared, you know, boy scout and all that."
"Oh. Uh... yeah, I guess that's a good idea. You got waterproof matches in there, too?" Deke started backing up the stairs, grinning down at Alex as he followed. "It really is a small place, but it's nice, y'know? My own shower, my own... sorta kitchen. Kitchenette? Think that's what they call 'em." He didn't exactly fumble with his keys, and it wasn't exactly because Alex had stepped up onto the landing and Deke could feel the heat of his body through his clothes and really, -really- wanted to get to the no-clothes part. Really. "But... Uh, here we are?" He kicked a couple of surf magazines out of the way so he could open the door wider and showed Alex in.
Alex looked around and smiled amiably. "It's a nice place. Lots of west facing windows: that must be a real treat in the afternoon. Shame the cleaning lady's taken the week off."
Deke had to laugh again. "Yeah, I think she's had about a year off... long vacation. Hey, you want something to drink? I've got... well, beer, and... uh...." He shifted a basket of clean clothes out from in front of the fridge and cracked the door. "Beer, tea, couple of Cokes, milk?" He looked back over his shoulder and smiled. "Or you could have something later. If you want."
"Just water I think. Can't have any more alcohol if I want to be able to drive home when you kick me out," Alex said with a laugh that was just a bit too nervous to be genuine.
That made Deke blink a little, puzzled, but he bent to dig in the back of the fridge for the water pitcher. "Yeah, I think there's... oh, good. You do -not- want to drink the tap water in this place, filtered's the only way to go." Clean glass, check, water in it, and then he was handing it over to Alex, still looking a bit puzzled. "I wouldn't, you know. Kick you out. Before you're ready, anyway, 'cause that'd be a pretty shitty thing to do... uhm." He trailed off, not really sure what he was talking about, anyway.
"I've heard that one before," Alex shrugged, accepting the glass. "Well, shall we sit... uhm, you don't appear to have anything to sit on."
Cue the cheesy grin, which he'd once been told was 'charming'. "Just the bed. Or the floor, but the bed's comfier." Deke demonstrated, landing on the futon with a bounce.
Alex quirked an eyebrow. "Oh I see: you have such a hard time convincing men to go to bed with you, you thought of preempting them by getting rid of every single chair in the place. Very good thinking there."
Alex was smiling though and sat stretched out on the bed next to Deke, so Deke reckoned he wasn't doing too badly. Deke laughed, and hitched a little closer. "Oh, c'mon, if I -had- a chair, where would I put it? It'd just collect clothes anyway. 'Sides, you're here, so I gotta be doing something right."
He reached out and started brushing the back of his hand down Alex's side, from is waist to his hips and down to his thighs, thinking idly that Alex had one of the slimmest waists he'd ever seen.
Alex grinned at him and asked, "Are you planning on being all touchy-feely like some girl and spend a couple of hours working up the guts to do something? Because I'd much rather skip the tip-toeing around each other and move straight on to the fucking."
"Fuck yeah... that works for me." And he didn't waste any time, either, closing in for one of those sexy-as-hell kisses while he worked at the fastenings of Alex's pants. They were -damn- tight on him, and Deke's jeans were getting tighter by the second as well.
Alex took hold of Deke's hand and firmly moved it away from his fly and onto his ass. "I call the shots," he murmured before sealing his lips across Deke's. He rolled them over until he was lying across Deke's chest thrusting his tongue into Deke's mouth again and again.
Deke had no problem with that at -all-, body quite willing to follow whatever lead Alex took. Right now his body had Alex's ass in its hands and Alex's weight and was tongue-fucking the Latin boy's mouth for all he was worth. His brain was just happily along for the ride.
He hardly noticed that his clothes were coming off at alarming speed while Alex was still fully clothed. It wasn't until he was buck-naked on the bed feeling the satiny silver pants rubbing against him that he started to wonder whether maybe he should attempt undoing some of Alex's buttons again.
He panted against the side of Alex's neck and tugged at one red sleeve. "Y'know... you should probably be getting some of these off, huh? If you're gonna fuck me now, anyway."
Alex smiled widely. "You want me to top?"
"Well, yeah, I kinda figured you were a top, I mean you're... aggressive?" Deke stammered a little flustered.
"I like to top, don't get asked very often though," Alex replied. "You're sure about all of this, yeah?"
"Uh huh." His hands were still on Alex's ass, perfectly placed to hold the boy's hips still and grind his cock up against him. "-Really- sure. In case you hadn't noticed."
Alex grinned. "Hard to miss. Or hard at any rate. Hang on a second."
He got up off of Deke's chest and slunk off the bed like some oversized cat, all fluid motion and grace and Deke panted a little harder at the view of that hot, hot arse in those impossibly tight shiny silver pants traversing the room towards where Alex had dropped his bag.
Alex kept his back carefully turned to Deke as he rummaged around the bag, for condoms, Deke assumed. He kept his back turned to Deke as he shrugged off his shirt, revealing what looked like a back brace, or maybe a corset. That kind of worried Deke for a minute, but then Alex quickly undid the contraption -- whatever it was -- and a few seconds later Deke got distracted by the view of Alex shimmying out of his pants and that perfect, round, olive-skinned ass.
Alex took a deep breath -- Deke could see his back moving with the effort -- and turned around to face him.
And Deke's sun-bleached eyebrows shot right up into his hairline. He'd been called a lot of things in his life -- not the brightest bulb in the box, or the sharpest knife in the drawer -- and he knew they were pretty much accurate, but he didn't think he'd ever been quite so wrong about something as he had been about this. Because... well. Alex: check; hot, grabbable ass: check; acres of olive skin he'd been itching to get his hands on all night: check; anatomy with which to do the fucking Deke was -really- looking forward to... not-check, unless you counted the strap-on he -- errr, she -- was holding.
"You're... uh...." No, she knows that, you idiot. "I didn't... exactly...." She probably knows that, too. And she, or he -- Alex probably preferred he, right? -- was starting to look nervous, so a complete sentence would be good here. Deke swallowed, sat up a little, and said the next thing that popped into his mind. "That's really big."
"You didn't... shit. I thought you knew," Alex stammered, still holding that strap-on defiantly at shoulder-height. "I can... just give me a second, I'll be dressed and out of your hair."
...He did? Well, shit. There -had- been clues, now that Deke thought about it, but that wasn't half as important now as the fact that Alex had already started to turn away from him. "Wait, no...." He scooted off the futon and crossed the room (small rooms -can- be a good thing) and laid a hand on Alex's shoulder. "God, I feel like an idiot... well, I -am- an idiot, ask anyone, they'll... uh...." He took a breath and started over. "You don't have to go. I don't want you to go."
"You... you don't?" Alex asked in a small voice, and he really did sound like a girl now, when he hadn't before.
"Hell no. 'Cause, well... you're still damn sexy, and I'm still pretty horny, and... wow. Can... can I touch you?"
"I... I guess," Alex said, regaining a little of his earlier bravado.
"You call the shots, remember?" He let his hand slip from Alex's shoulder down the line of his back and... yeah, he -had- to get a hold of that ass again. Warm, and -firm-, and he bent down enough to kiss his shoulder and eye the dildo. "You still wanna do me with that?"
"God, yes!" Alex breathed. "You want me to?"
Deke took a better look at it: big, but not -too-... and on Alex... his eyes glazed over as pretty much every thought process went down south. "Fuck yes. Nowish?"
Alex moaned, and suddenly the other Alex was back, the pushy and sarcastic man who flipped back his hair just right and grinned toothily at Deke. "It'll be the best damn thing you've ever had, I promise that," he said with a smirk. "How do you want it, on your back or on your knees?"
Deke licked his lips and grinned back. "Uhm... knees, I guess? Better control. Not that you've got any problem with that...."
"Think I've changed my mind," Alex said rather flippantly. "Think I'd like you on your back after all. Want to see your face while I'm fucking you."
And there went Deke's brain again. "God... okay, yeah...." And there was the bed again. When had they moved? He wasn't sure, but the edge of the futon caught him right in the back of the knees and he sprawled on his ass.
Alex, meanwhile, quickly and efficiently placed the silicone monster -- as Deke had started calling it privately in his mind -- into a harness and strapped it around his waist. Then he threw a condom package at Deke. "Put it on my cock. Use your mouth."
fumbled with the package, of course, but managed not to tear the condom in the process. And contrary to what -some- people thought, he did know how to do more with his mouth than babble... he got it unrolled most of the way down the monster before he started to gag, and nudged it down the last half-inch or so with lips and tongue. The noises he was making and the needy way he clutched at Alex's hips might have been embarrassing, if he hadn't been too far gone for that.
"God, you're hot like that," Alex sighed happily.
As soon as Deke's mouth left the strap-on Alex gave his shoulders a shove and he tumbled flat on his back onto the bed. Deke was a little surprised that his legs seemed to spread and draw up of their own accord. He really, -really- wanted this.
Alex grinned and produced a bottle of lube out of thin air, it seemed. He snapped the top open and poured a generous amount onto his fingers which soon found their way between Deke's parted legs and brushed feather-light across his hole.
"Oh fuck... oh, -yes-... God, right there... Can you... will you come down here? 'Cause.. God! I wanna kiss you, and you better fuck me soon... or I'm gonna be done 'fore we start...."
Alex was trying hard to keep a straight face. "Wouldn't want that," he murmured. "Though I suppose it doesn't matter so much to me, I'd fuck you one way or another."
"Yeah, but... I really wanna... I want you to...." Christ, -now- he was blushing -- and stammering, which was a step beyond his usual babble -- so he settled for the big-puppy-eye look and hoped he didn't sound like he was whining. "Please?"
Alex smiled and leant down to offer Deke his lips and Deke latched on like some sort of human octopus, thrusting his tongue into Alex's mouth and grabbing whatever flesh was within reach. Alex recoiled slightly when Deke's hands brushed across his chest.
"I..., " Alex fell silent, blushing furiously.
Deke hadn't known that somebody with Alex's complexion could turn that red. Uncharted territory, definitely. Well, not like Deke had never touched anyone's breasts before, he just didn't know if Alex -wanted- him to. Only one way to find out... he cupped soft flesh in his hand, and leaned up and moaned just as softly against Alex's lips. "This okay?"
"Yes, if you want," Alex replied hesitantly. "There's not many that want to, reminds them of..."
"Who you are?" Alex hadn't tossed his hand off, so Deke's hesitant touches turned bolder. "Yeah, well... people suck." He tugged him closer again, leg winding behind that incredible ass and just hoping he was doing enough right that Alex would still fuck him.
Alex shivered slightly and moaned. Then, while Deke was still busy caressing his nipples, he slowly pushed a slick finger into Deke's hole.
"Ohfuckyes...." That was about the most coherent thing Deke could manage, as he clung to Alex and pushed down onto his finger. He wanted so -bad-, and so -much-, and so -right now-, he just let his body do the talking for him.
"In a minute, jeez you're impatient," Alex grinned. "Let me at least get you slicked up properly first."
Alex thrust his finger in and out a few times and then added a second finger and more lube. "And you weren't exactly wrong about people sucking," he explained conversationally while Deke tried not to shred the sheets. "Especially when their mamas made them take ballet classes for twelve years. I hated every fucking second of it, wanted to go and play football with my brothers, but it did leave me kind of flexible...."
Deke whimpered.
"Ready Deke?" Alex asked.
"Ready... God, m'so ready." Deke hooked his hands behind his knees and spread wide, tilting his hips up to... damn, that looked even bigger at this angle.
Alex gave him a brilliant smile and took hold of first his left and then his right leg and placed them on his shoulders. Then he lined up the silicone monster with Deke's ass and braced himself against the mattress.
Alex's eyes locked with Deke's and he slowly pushed forward.
Deke's breath hissed out. -Big-, and a little harder than a cock... he let his hands fall to Alex's ass, feeling the muscles shift and clench as he moved and damn if that wasn't the hottest thing -ever-. "Fuck... fuck."
"Yeah, me fucking you," Alex panted. "Sweet mother of Jesus, you're looking hot."
Alex was thrusting now, hard and fast and Deke's eyes were kind of rolling back. He eagerly rocked his hips up with each one of Alex's thrusts, glad that he had acted on instinct and decided to go through with it even when Alex had turned out to be not entirely what he had expected. "Feel good?" Alex groaned.
"Feels... -great-. Fuck, you're good." Deke had to force the words out around his gasps; he wasn't exaggerating, Alex took him hard and deep and just -right-, and Deke kept his hand off his cock out of the half-coherent urge to just make it last... not likely that Alex would let him bring himself off, anyway. Which, God. Hot. -Fucking hot-.
"Gonna be even better in a second," Alex panted, quickly tearing a condom wrapper and unrolling the rubber on Deke's cock with practiced ease. With Deke all latexed up, he leaned down, doubling over like a contortionist, and took Deke's cock into his mouth. Then he started to suck.
Deke didn't scream, exactly. There might've been words in there, something to the effect of 'ohholyfuckingshit', but he wouldn't swear to it under oath. Okay, that was a lie; he'd swear to -anything- right now if it meant he could hold off just a little bit longer, just a couple minutes, Your Honor, please? 'Cause he'd been fucked and sucked in threesomes before but this was about a light year beyond that and he just... wanted to hold onto it. To Alex, who was fixing to blow the top right off of his skull.
Alex, pupils black as coals, turned his head up far enough to look directly at Deke who was trying hard not to thrash on the bed and the mouth around Deke's cock turned into something approximating a grin (or as close as he could get with a cock in his mouth). Then Alex pulled almost all the way out of his ass and thrust back fast and hard and swallowed.
Well, that certainly wasn't a scream. It was a -howl-, full-throated, as Deke's back arched and he shot into the condom at the back of Alex's throat. Alex sure as hell delivered on his promises. "Best... damn...."
Alex squeezed his throat-muscles a few times, milking every last drop out of Deke's cock and then let him slip out of his mouth slowly. He turned his face up with a shit-eating grin, tongue snaking out to lick his lip and said smugly: "Told you it'd be."
He eased the silicon monster out of Deke's ass and quickly undid the harness before throwing it in the general direction of his bag. Then he took the rubber off of Deke's cock, wiped him down with a sheet and moved up the bed to lie down next to him.
It took Deke a couple of tries to get his arms and legs doing what he told 'em to, but he finally managed to roll towards Alex, reaching and running his hands over the Latin boy's skin. "God... mmm... tell me what I should do here, hey? S'not fair...."
Alex smiled. "I figure you're what, nineteen, twenty at the most? You should be able to get going again in 2.5 seconds flat. Us old folks on the other hand..."
"Oh come on, you're not that old," Deke interrupted still slightly out of breath.
"I'm turning thirty next month," Alex said. "But thanks."
Deke blinked. "You're shitting me.... wow. How long have you...? Well, a while, I guess, but aren't you gonna.. I mean, are you? Gonna?"
"Always, and yes, but not while my father is still alive," Alex explained. "He... I wasn't lying about the five brothers you know, he just thinks that's the reason for my being a bit of a tomboy and I... I suppose it's a bit cowardly, but I don't want to hurt the old man if I don't have to," Alex shrugged. "Would you... I mean, do you want to fuck me?"
"Hell, yeah. Just... heh, give me a minute? I think you screwed me half into next week." Touching seemed to be fair game now, though, so Deke just let his hands roam. Kissing was good, too, and Alex seemed to like all the attention to his long neck.
After lingering on Alex's throat for a few moments, Deke started kissing his ways down his chest. He experienced a moment of uncertainty at the strange large nipples under his tongue, but hey, they were nipples, right? Couldn't be that different, just larger, right? OK, so there were limits as to where he'd put his mouth, but nipples were OK. Nipples were nice.
"God, you taste good... s'been a while, since... uhm." Deke's hands skimmed down over those slim hips, cupped the globes of Alex's ass. "Lots of stuff's the same, y'know? Some of it, though... it's different." He peeked up at Alex's face, apologetically.
"Don't want that anyway," Alex sighed. "I... I don't want you to fuck me like a girl, want you to fuck me like a man and I... if you're going to... to use your tongue, want you to do it like you'd do another... fuck, see, this is why I usually don't go in for the bar pick-ups, makes it so... awkward. Could you... would you... would you rim me?"
Deke smiled, relieved and back on ground where he was reasonably sure he could please Alex, all at the same time. "Oh, I can definitely do that.... Here, roll over." He helped Alex shift around on the bed, lifting those hips up until his ass was -right- were Deke wanted it. "Mmm... did I tell you what a nice ass you've got? 'Cause it really is.... " He shut up then, finally, because his mouth had much better things to be doing.
Alex whimpered when Deke's tongue brushed across his hole. He sighed when Deke started to nibble around the muscle. He moaned when Deke's tongue pushed inside his body. Alex's hips started rocking back softly as Deke thrust his tongue further and further into Alex's body.
And it was the same. Really. Maybe a little less hair than he was used to, but apart from that... he was enjoying himself, was enjoying this, was enjoying doing this with Alex....
When he finally came up for air Alex's body was quivering. "Do you... do you want me?"
"Please," Alex moaned. "God yes, want you to fuck me, please."
Deke spent a few frantic moments grappling for the lube. It was around here somewhere, had to be, they'd used it earlier, right? When he finally found it his hands were shaking ever so slightly. He took his time running his tongue slowly all the way up Alex's crack to the base of his spine while slicking up his fingers. "Gonna... gonna prepare you now, alright?" He whispered.
"Please," Alex moaned, rocking his hips back as Deke's fingers pushed into him.
Deke moaned, too, resting his forehead on the curve of Alex's ass while he slicked him and stretched him. This was -just- the same, the wanting and the heat and he'd just known Alex would be a pushy bottom. Not that Deke had any trouble with -that-, not in the slightest, especially if he could manage to get the rubber down over his cock... oh, good. He licked at the small of Alex's back again, and murmured, "You ready?"
Yes," Alex hissed. "Not some blushing virgin, you know. Fuck me, please!"
Deke had to laugh at that, breathless and a little moan-y. "That's the one thing I never thought you were." He tugged Alex further up onto his knees, climbing up onto his own... okay, he'd never taken anyone this much shorter than him, but it wasn't a problem. Just an adjustment. And adjusting... was a good thing, which meant not just shoving his way into Alex's ass like a complete jerk. "Tell me you're okay...."
Alex thrust back hard to impale himself quite fiercely on Deke's cock. "I'm good. Stop treating me like a girl. I'm not. Treat me like any other guy, please."
"Guys... hurt too... y'know." But he went for it; he couldn't -not-, with Alex's body tight and reallyfuckinggood around his cock, and hey he could keep both his hands on Alex's hips as he thrust into him. Alex seemed to -really- be getting off on it, and God knew Deke was too.
Alex was making little appreciative noises and meeting Deke thrust for thrust, moving his own hips in little circular motions that drove Deke half-crazy. "Feels so good," he moaned.
"Fuck, yeah... you like that, huh?" It certainly felt like he did, with that grind that just made Deke wanna pin him down and fuck him harder. "Tell... tell me... ahhh -shit-..."
"Like that, do you?" Alex panted and squeezed again, just -so-, and Deke froze and had to concentrate hard on not blowing right then.
"Count elephants," Alex said, more than a touch of humor in his voice.
"What?" Deke asked more than a little frazzled. He was having a hard enough time controlling his cock, all the higher brain functions were temporarily off-line.
"You know, like counting sheep," Alex explained wiggling his hips experimentally, which earned him another expletive. "Keeps you from going into fantasy overdrive and helps you to calm down some."
Deke's hands tightened, trying to hold Alex's hips still. "Oh... okay, no elephants though... Trunks. Bad.. uhh...." Mmhmm, those long trunks and... penguins. Nicely non-phallic, and they lived somewhere cold. Deke counted penguins 'till he thought he could be trusted to move again, his thumbs rubbing slow circles across the skin of Alex's ass.
Alex started moving again too, more slowly this time, and then he reached back to take one of Deke's hands and guide it to... Deke had almost forgotten about that bit.
Deke may not have been the sharpest of tacks, but he could take a clue when it was handed to him. Or when someone put his hand -on- it, and this wasn't wholly alien territory anyway, he'd been here once or twice before. He thought he might even be doing a decent job of it, judging from the sounds Alex started making when he started rubbing and oh -hell- he needed to start counting penguins again.
"You're counting out loud Deke," Alex groaned. "And it's OK, you can stop now. I'm gonna come in a second."
Then Alex was getting louder and making noises that Deke would have considered quite alarming if he'd had any brain cells left at all. He vaguely noticed the little nub of flesh beneath his fingers growing larger and harder and pulsing and then Alex was moaning and screaming his name.
God, even if Deke hadn't been holding on to the bare shreds of control that would have done it, Alex bucking and coming and Deke lasted maybe two more strokes before he did the same. "Fuck... hot... God, Alex...." He planted little kisses across the olive skin of Alex's back, panting and waiting for his legs to start working right again before he tried to pull out.
Alex moaned in protest and his hips followed Deke's, ass muscles clenching in an effort to keep Deke's cock buried deep inside him. If Deke had had any doubts at all, -that- was proof positive that Alex was a guy in everything but a few small details that weren't his fault. Deke chuckled and planted another kiss at the base of Alex's spine: "Sorry Alex, but, well, unless you're looking for a condom-related accident, I'm going to have to pull out..."
Alex made soft whimpering sounds and muttered something about goddamn condom manufacturers totally missing the point of sex under his breath, but let go his vice-like grip on Deke's softening cock.
"Mmhm... bless 'em anyway, huh?" Deke mumbled pulling off the condom. He even tucked the used bit of latex into a tissue without making too much of a mess, which meant the body, at least, was firing on all cylinders, so when Deke rolled back over and tugged Alex up against himself, he managed not to elbow him anywhere sensitive.
"Do you want me to leave?" Alex asked drowsily.
"Not 'less you wanna. Mind if I crack the window, though? It's not too hot out yet, and this late the traffic's quiet and... I kinda like to listen to the ocean." Okay, oversharing, but Deke was pretty drowsy himself and if Alex didn't mind he'd be quite happy to just curl up with him and sleep, at least for a while.
"Hmm? No 's alright with me," Alex mumbled, his speech only just this side of slurred now. "Need to get up early though. Tom's coming home in the morning. Need to pick him up from the airport."
Deke stretched up to nudge one of the windows open. "Sun'll wake us... me, anyway, I can get you up." He settled back down next to Alex and sighed quietly. "'m not gonna get my ass kicked after all, am I?"
"Nah, Tom's a pussycat, wouldn't hurt a fly," Alex sighed contentedly. "Besides, chances are he did it too: went out dancing this evening and found himself a friend for the night. He dances like a god, you know, or at least not badly for a cornfed white boy from Omaha."
The last sentence was mumbled so quietly, Deke almost couldn't make out the words and then Alex shifted a little, ground his gorgeous ass into Deke's groin and started snoring softly -- like a real man in every way but one.
Deke laughed a little to himself. Good to know... and he bet Alex and his boyfriend could really burn up a dance floor together. Maybe Deke'd wander back down the beach again one day and see if he could catch 'em there. Couldn't hurt to watch. He snuggled up behind Alex, tucking his knees behind the Latin man's, and murmured as he dropped off, "'s a lucky guy."
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