Sex and Candy by Nico Jaye

Sex and Candy © 2016 Nico Jaye – Second Edition

First Edition Published by JMS Books LLC

Candy Rain © 2016 Nico Jaye

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This collection is dedicated to all of the non-believers who suddenly believed. May we all find our HEAs.

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Author’s Note: Candy Rain is a prequel. However, the recommended reading order is Sex and Candy, then Candy Rain. The stories have been presented in this collection accordingly.

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Sex and Candy

Lee may be in a relationship with Tony, but that little fact doesn’t stop Lee when Tony agrees to allow him one wild night of no inhibitions. With excitement thrumming through his veins, Lee finds himself letting loose at Hard Candy, a popular cruise-worthy dance club known for its sweet Candymen and even sweeter one night stands. Under the club’s pulsing lights, he meets a mysterious man in leather, and things soon get hot and heavy as Lee rediscovers his submissive side under the Dom’s firm yet loving guidance.

When Lee returns home to Tony, though, will he face repercussions for his night of passion? Or is their relationship not quite as it appears?

Candy Rain

With a stressful week on the job behind him, construction company owner Tony Morelli is ready for a night curled up on the couch with his dog, a couple of DVDs, and some takeout to keep him company. When a few guys from his crew convince him to join them at the steamy nightclub Hard Candy, Tony’s skeptical at best about his chances at having a good time. Bumping into gorgeous Lee, though, could change his mind, and they share a drink and conversation ripe with the potential to lead to so much more.

However, Tony doesn’t really do casual, and he has to ask himself if all he’d be left with at the end of the evening are sweet memories of a night with Lee—and whether those memories would ever be enough.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

SEX AND CANDY

CANDY RAIN

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

ALSO AVAILABLE BY NICO JAYE

Sex and Candy

Lee fidgeted with the braided leather cuff on his wrist as he stood in line just outside Hard Candy. He hadn’t been out dancing in ages—not since finding Tony at this very club. That April night last year had been very similar to this Saturday night, carrying a nip in the air that spring had not yet chased away from the Big Apple.

Hunching his shoulders against the chill, Lee glanced around at the other hopeful club patrons and saw the tight T-shirts, tight tanks, and even tighter bodies that wore them. He felt a stirring in his groin at the very sight of them—these strangers who almost inevitably were on the hunt for something sweet tonight. In his baby blue T-shirt and ass-hugging jeans, and with his dirty blond hair styled to perfection, Lee figured that, like last time, he should fit right in with the single-sexy-and-free crowd that had shown up tonight to have some good ol’ raunchy fun.

Lee hesitated and chewed on his lip.

Except this time he wasn’t single—at least, not quite.

An excited flutter shot through him as he handed his driver’s license to the muscle-laden security at the door. The bouncer barely glanced at the card before giving Lee a thorough up-down-up appraisal. With an appreciative smile, Mr. Broad-Chest-and-Brush-Cut waved him through.

The drum and bass beats beneath Lee’s feet carried a low and insistent thump that grew louder once he entered the dimly-lit scarlet hallway. He paid the ten dollar cover at the cashier booth, and the candy striper with the mile-wide shoulders and the elaborate “Candy” nametag visually sized him up before reaching into a jar next to her. She handed him a green beribboned lollipop condom and smiled.

“Green apple for that apple bottom,” she said with a cheeky wink. “Have fun, sweets.”

Lee flushed pleasurably, and his quick smile in response was automatic. He turned to navigate his way down the narrow stairwell and hugged the wall to let two guys with unlit cigarettes dangling from their fingers pass by him.

Lee paused just outside the heavy velvet curtains. The last time he’d been poised to enter the notoriously cruise-worthy Hard Candy, he hadn’t had Tony in his life. Ever since that night a year ago—a night that was meant to be just a quick fuck, but which turned into a weekend in bed and then quickly turned into…something more—Lee had found himself on the fast track to a responsible relationship. Tony, who had only been at the club after much goading from his friends, wasn’t into this scene, after all. A little older than the usual Candy crowd, Tony ran a reputable construction firm and also had considerably more fur on his chest than Lee had been used to seeing on his Candymen.

Tony might have seemed different, but Lee had adjusted. Oh God, with talents like Tony’s and the fact that Tony treated him like a fucking prince, Lee had definitely adjusted.

And even though Tony was possessive and dicking around wasn’t really something that Lee would normally want to do, Tony had even agreed to allow him this one night.

This one night to indulge himself and relive the highs that came from the wild decisions of his youth.

Lee’s lips curled up in a smile as he reached forward to part the velvet curtains. The once familiar wall of thumping music, strobe lights, and body heat hit him, and with a tingle of anticipation chasing down his spine, Lee strode into the crowd.

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“Thanks.”

Lee took his change and left a few dollars on the bar. With his head nodding to the music, he lifted his Sapphire and tonic to his lips.

He paused with the drink halfway to his mouth.

A hand had just brushed across his ass.

With his nerves tingling, Lee resumed the motion and, after taking a healthy swallow of the cocktail, raised his gaze. He was deliberately casual in his visual sweep of the area, only to stop on the tall and dark-haired man watching him from halfway down the bar.

Lee swallowed hard.

Fuck, he’s hot.

The man in the tight black tank and black leather pants stood out in the sea of cotton candy-colored pretty boys like a Hell’s Angel who had taken a comically wrong turn and somehow landed here. An intricate tattoo combining abstract swirls and intertwined rose vines wrapped around his shoulder and made its way down to just past his elbow. From the distance, Lee couldn’t see the color of his eyes, but those soot black lashes were thick, and when Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome’s mouth twisted in a smirky side smile, Lee ducked his head, blushing.

A blush? Who knew he still had it in him?

Lee pressed his lips together as he tamped down a smile. He hadn’t played this game in so long.

His fingertip stroked the condensation that beaded on the side of the glass. With a decisive nod, Lee finished off his drink and set his glass on the countertop. He glanced up at his dark angel—still watching—and sent him a quick smile before slipping back onto the dance floor.

The cavernous dance hall with its constant moving array of colored lights was packed wall-to-wall with bodies pulsing to the music. As he wove through the crowd, Lee’s heart was pounding and not from the exertion. He fought the urge to look back and instead focused on losing himself in the beat of the drum and bass.

It might have been two minutes later or twenty when Lee felt a solid wall of heat press up against his back. He’d been dancing solo for most of the night, not particularly interested in any of the raised eyebrows or interested looks he’d received on the dance floor. He was about to turn away this newcomer, too, when an arm snaked around his middle and held him close. Lee looked down and saw a silver ring circling a thick forefinger, a strong, tanned forearm dusted with dark hair, and the tail end of a vine tattoo featuring beautiful tiny blood red roses that curled into the crook of an elbow.

Lee stilled in recognition and bit his lip. The man in black.

“I’ve been watching you.” The voice was low and raspy, and Lee felt the scratch of stubble against the back of his neck.

Lee swallowed thickly, subtly pressing back into the other man’s body. “I saw,” Lee said softly, resting his hand on the strong forearm at his waist.

“I like the way you move.” The hand at his waist slid under Lee’s shirt, gliding over his lower abs while the body pressed to him began moving in a slow, grinding rhythm.

Lee’s breath hitched at the press of a thickening hardness against him, and his body automatically picked up the sensual motion. He and the dark-haired man moved as one to the bass-heavy beat. Lee’s nerves tingled, and he gasped when those fingers at his waist skimmed upwards and softly tweaked his nipple under his shirt.

“You like that,” the voice by his ear rumbled. Lips began to explore the curve of his ear, and teeth gently tugged the lobe.

Lee’s heart hammered, and when his voice failed him, he nodded instead.

“Good boy.” A low chuckle, and a warm breath feathered across Lee’s neck. “You like being a good boy, don’t you?” The man’s other hand, which came down to lightly cover Lee’s denim-clad dick, served to punctuate the question.

Lee was already half hard, which was entirely evident to the man holding his cock so confidently. Lee managed to nod again and choked out a hoarse answer past his arousal. “Y—yes, I do. I want to be a good boy for you, Mister.”

Lee was rewarded with a firm grip on his rapidly filling cock. This time, he actually moaned out loud in the middle of the dance floor. Thankfully, the music was loud enough and everyone else was so caught up in their own actions that he didn’t seem to have an audience. Not that Lee would have noticed much, considering his attention was solely focused on him.

The man in black.

The one who was pressing open-mouthed kisses down the length of his throat and into whose hand Lee couldn’t help but push his hard, denim-covered dick.

Against the skin on the nape of his neck, Lee felt those firm lips slowly spread into a smile before the other man spoke. “Good boys do what they’re told. Are you gonna be a good boy for me, baby?” His voice lowered into a carnal growl. “Are you gonna be really good?”

Lee bit back another moan and nodded eagerly, pressing his ass into the stiff leather that ground against him. The music swirled around them, and holy shit—Lee had missed this feeling of complete freedom to do whatever the hell he wanted. He just felt so fucking good. And horny as fuck. “Yes, Mister,” he said, his voice slightly breathless. “I—I’ll be your good boy. I’ll do whatever you tell me to.”

A murmur of approval.

And a voice rough with arousal.

“Turn the light on and wait for me in the last stall. Go now and be ready for me.” That teasing hand left his now-aching dick, and both roughened palms slid up underneath Lee’s shirt to cover his pecs. Those hands pinched Lee’s nipples, and Lee gasped, his cock jerking within the confines of his jeans. The other man chuckled darkly and whispered in Lee’s ear. “Because if you’re a good boy, I’ll even let you pick which one of your holes you want me to stuff my cock in first.”

With those parting words, the man in black disappeared back into the crowd just as quickly as he’d arrived at Lee’s side. Lee stood stock still, his body practically shaking with adrenaline, before springing into action. He made his way to the washrooms, his pulse hammering and his dick leaking a wet spot through his jock and onto the front of his jeans. As he shouldered his way through the crowd, his mind raced at the promise that had just been made to set the stage for the rest of his evening.

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Hard Candy was notorious not just for its sweet Candymen, but also for its luxurious—and private—washrooms.

Each individual stall was a small room, and, in addition to the usual fixtures, the private space boasted its own set of wall sconces, a full door with wooden slats, a small side table, and easily enough room for three. The décor of the public areas was a candy apple red from the glossy tiles to the red-and-white striped wallpaper, and red bulbs alternated with white to cast the stainless steel sinks and basket of toiletries and breath mints on the counter in a soft red hue.

Lee passed six stalls as he walked down the washroom corridor. The first and third had lights and soft moans filtering through the slats, and the others were dark and silent. He reached the last stall—lucky number seven—and smiled when he saw the light was off.

Not for long, he thought.

He slipped into the stall and shut the door, leaving it unlocked. In the pitch black, his eyes picked out the dimly-lit switch by the door, which he flipped up, bathing the small room in a warm white glow. The red-and-white striped wallpaper continued into the room, meeting the lower wooden paneling halfway on three of the four walls. On the wall to the left, instead of the striped paper, a stretch of mirror reflected the surprisingly spacious interior.

Lee turned to his left and slid open the drawer of the small table by the door. There was an unspoken understanding that certain necessities were often left behind in the decorative cupboards by altruistic patrons, and this instance was no exception. Lee’s fingers trembled as he selected an individual packet of lube and a foil square from the drawer. He pinched them softly, confirming that they were still airtight, before setting them on the table top to share real estate with the single box of tissues on the surface.

When Lee glanced up at the mirror, he caught the look of excitement reflected in his golden brown eyes. He was actually going to do it. He was actually going to fuck someone in the bathroom of Hard Candy. Lee bit his lip in anticipation and glanced at the door, willing the light from outside to be cast in shadow.

And oh my fucking God, I can’t wait.

Finally, after a few minutes—a few hours…a few days—passed, Lee saw the light filtering through the slats darken as he heard footsteps stop outside the door. His pulse pounding in his ears, he backed away from it when the knob turned.

It’s happening.

Lee’s heart stuttered.

Amber eyes met thickly-lashed brown, and the dark-haired newcomer’s lips quirked upon eye contact. Lee swallowed hard and, without a word, sank to his knees.

A low chuckle filled the space. The lock clicked, and strong fingers gripped Lee’s chin. Lee’s eyes fluttered shut as the dark head bent closer. Firm lips pressed against his own, a tongue sliding out to sweep along the seam. Lee’s lips parted to give entrance, but the other man had already pulled away. His voice was raspy when he spoke. “Good boy,” he murmured. “I see you’ve made a decision.”

Lee glanced up and caught a wicked gleam in those dark brown eyes. Even though he was a foot away, he was at eye level with a leather-covered bulge, and his tongue sat heavy in his mouth, desperate for a taste. Lee felt his heart race as he replied. “Yes, Sir. My—My mouth, please. Please put your cock in my mouth.”

Lee watched wide-eyed as that dark gaze flashed at the polite yet scandalous request. Sir’s full lips curled up as he stepped closer, bringing with him a hint of cologne and the heady scent of pure man. “First,” he corrected, those thick fingers carding through Lee’s hair before gripping his head firmly. “Please put my cock in your mouth first.”

His neck stretched back, Lee gasped, “First, Sir. Please put it in my mouth first.” His own cock twitched at the authority that rang in that deep voice, Sir’s answering smile filling Lee with an inexplicable pride.

“That cock’s not gonna get there on its own, boy.”

Lee’s eyes widened, and he flushed.

It’s definitely happening. Right now.

Lifting his hands to the heavy silver buckle before him, Lee glanced up and saw his own excitement mirrored in the dark brown depths of the taller man’s gaze. He hurried to unzip the fly, and, with his thumbs pressed against tanned skin and hooked into the waistband of black briefs, Lee eased the leather and briefs down Sir’s muscled thighs till they pooled around his knees.

A ruddy cock sprang free from the confines, and Lee heard a soft groan when he curled his fingers around the thick base. At least seven thick inches, the cut cock boasted a blunt head that glistened tellingly with precum. Lee rested his other hand against a thigh that prickled with rough hair under his palm. With anticipation causing his breath to go shallow, Lee leaned forward.

The grip on Lee’s hair tightened once he took the dark pink tip in his mouth. Lee wrapped his lips around the thick, mushroom head, savoring its taste. As his tongue teased around the ridge, the musky scent of Sir’s skin and the full-bodied flavor of his cock filled Lee’s senses.

A low groan came from above. “Fuuuuck. Yeah…suck it, baby…”

Lee closed his eyes and pushed his mouth down until the head pressed against the back of his throat. He pulled off slowly, sucking firmly along the way until he returned to the tip. Sir’s grunt of appreciation only spurred him on to please him more. Extending his tongue, Lee polished the crown, wetting it thoroughly before taking it back into his mouth. He bobbed his head enthusiastically, his eyes opening to glance up at Sir, tacitly seeking his approval.

Sir’s lips were parted, his gaze greedy as he watched Lee pleasure his cock. His palm left Lee’s scalp to trail down his cheek, and he rested his hand on the bulge his cock created from the inside of Lee’s mouth. His stubble-covered Adam’s apple dipped on a hard swallow.

“Good boy,” he whispered.

Lee felt a flush of pleasure race through him and zero in on his stiff cock. The noises Sir was making filled him with pride and filled his cock to bursting.

God, he couldn’t wait to have this thick shaft pushed into him.

Keeping a tight seal around the head, Lee reached up with his free hand. His fingers brushed against lightly furred balls hanging low beneath the stiff cock in his mouth. With a gentle touch at odds with the firm grip he had on the base of Sir’s cock, Lee teased the heavy balls, feeling their weight against his fingertips.

“That’s it, boy,” the rough voice whispered hoarsely. “Don’t be afraid of ‘em. They aren’t gonna break.”

Lee glanced up and saw a look of amusement flash across Sir’s tanned face. Holding his gaze, Lee cupped the balls in the palm of his hand, gripping them firmly and massaging them with sure fingers. Lee lifted his head, an obscene pop echoing in the small chamber as his mouth came off the spit-slicked crown.

“Like that, Sir?” Lee asked in a coy voice, his eyes deliberately wide and innocent.

He received a smirk in response, and Lee’s breath hitched when Sir slid his hand across his cheek, hooking his thumb into the corner of Lee’s mouth. Lee’s eyes dropped to half-mast, his body humming with the excitement of being here, being on his knees, being at the mercy of Sir, who stood so large and full of authority.

“Just like that, baby. Just like that,” Sir murmured softly. He pulled his thumb out of Lee’s mouth to brush it wetly across Lee’s lower lip. With a wicked smile, Sir moved his hand to cradle the back of Lee’s head, and he pulled him gently forward again. “Now give it one more kiss before I bend you over.”

Lee gasped softly at the heated words, and the tip of Sir’s cock, shiny with spit and precum, slipped right between his parted lips. Lee’s lids fluttered shut as he took in this last taste of Sir’s cock before…

Before that cock was inside of him.

At the very thought, Lee felt himself stiffen to painful hardness. Lee’s cock was pressed tight against the restrictive denim of his fly, crying out for attention—for release.

“That’s a good boy,” Sir said, guiding Lee to his feet. He positioned Lee so that he faced the slatted door and lifted Lee’s hands above his head. When the metal coat hook brushed his knuckles, Lee grasped it with both hands instinctively. “Now keep your hands here and let me take good care of you.”

Lee’s body shook with anticipation when he felt steady hands slip the buttons from his fly and pull his tight jeans down his hips. There was a pause, and he knew Sir must have seen it.

He hoped Sir liked it.

A finger trailed along the waistband of his underwear.

“An electric blue jock, boy?” That curious finger inched its way over the waistband to tease down the center of Lee’s smooth ass. “Only slutty boys wear jocks to clubs like this.”

Lee bit back a moan when Sir’s finger delved into his crack and brushed across his hole. “I—I want to be your slutty boy tonight, Sir,” Lee managed to gasp before Sir’s finger made its way back up and over his entrance, announcing its presence as it pressed gently around the puckered skin.

“Only mine?” Sir asked gruffly.

“Y—yes, Sir,” Lee hastened to reply. “Your slutty boy. Only yours.”

“Good boy.”

The voice came from close to his ear, and Lee turned his head to the side to catch that deep brown gaze on him. Lee leaned closer, and with an indulgent look, Sir met his lips for a quick, searing kiss.

Just as quickly, Lee jumped back when Sir swatted his ass lightly with an open palm. His eyes wide, Lee watched as Sir returned the surprised glance with a look full of wicked promise.

“Now let’s put that slutty ass to work.”

Sir turned away, but Lee wasn’t able to follow his movements. With his hands clasped tightly around the coat hook, Lee could only rest his forehead on his arms as he heard rustling behind him.

The side table rocking a bit as something was plucked from its surface.

Foil crinkling.

The sound of his own heartbeat in his ears as he waited…

Until suddenly he felt that finger brushing against his hole again, this time slick and moist.

Lee let out a moan, knowing that the time had almost arrived for him to get well and truly fucked. “Oh God…”

A huffed out laugh. “You can call me Sir.”

Lee grinned to himself, loving everything about this moment, and said, “Yes, Sir. Oh Sir…” Lee gasped again when Sir’s fingertip breached his entrance. That finger slipped in slowly, steadily, sinking into Lee’s heat. “I want it, Sir. I want it really bad.”

“It, boy? Or my cock?”

“Your cock, Sir. I want your cock.”

“How much do you want my cock?” Sir pressed in and out of Lee’s hole, adding another finger to the first. Lee felt the stretch and reveled in it. Sir was twisting his wrist with each inward stroke, and the sensations that blossomed throughout Lee made him shiver.

With each stroke, he could feel his body readying itself for Sir’s cock.

That steady motion stopped, and Sir delivered another stinging swat to Lee’s bottom. “Did you hear me, boy? I want an answer. How much do you want my cock?”

Lee’s eyes went wide and his head jerked back. He hurried to respond. “Really bad, Sir. I want your cock really bad. I need it inside of me.”

“Good answer,” was the rough response.

Lee rested his forehead on his arms again and grunted as the smooth stroking in and out of his hole resumed at a faster pace. His cock, tucked inside of his jock, was rock hard and wet at the head, which he could feel brushing against the cotton. He wished he could get his palm on it, but his hands were, by Sir’s orders, otherwise occupied and holding onto the coat hook.

“Sir…” Lee pleaded. “My cock…”

“What’s that, boy?” The voice came from below, Sir’s breath brushing against Lee’s ass cheek as his thick fingers continued to pump into him.

“My cock…I—I can’t touch it…”

“Well that’s too bad, boy. Because my hand’ll only wrap around your dick when your ass is wrapped around my cock.”

Sir slid his fingers out of Lee’s hole, and Lee felt his strong hands pry his cheeks apart. Sir blew softly on Lee’s entrance, and Lee’s cock twitched at the sensation. “Do you think you’re ready for that?”

“Y-yes, please. Now, Sir. I’m ready now.”

Sir hummed under his breath, and Lee couldn’t tell if that were agreement or dissent. He desperately hoped it was the former because he wouldn’t be able to take much more of this teasing. As it was, he was so turned on he’d probably come after two strokes once his cock was freed.

Lee heard the telltale crinkle of a condom wrapper and breathed a sigh when moments later he felt something thicker than Sir’s fingertips line up against his entrance. The heat of Sir’s body, his torso still covered in his black tank, was nevertheless still palpable through Lee’s own T-shirt. That broad chest pressed into Lee’s back, and he felt cocooned in Sir’s warmth.

“Here, baby. Lemme take care of you.”

That thick cockhead pressed inexorably against Lee’s hole, and his mouth opened in a silent cry when it pushed beyond the tight ring of muscle. Lee’s silent cry turned into a loud gasp of pleasure when Sir’s fingers slid underneath Lee’s waistband to unfurl his erection, easing the head up past the elastic. Sir’s hand, slick with lube, took a firm grip on Lee’s cock and began to stroke.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Lee panted. “Oh Sir, it’s so fucking good…fuck!” As Sir’s body slammed against his, Lee’s response was a harsh staccato of words. His grip tightened, the metal coat hook digging into his palms. As the sound of flesh on flesh filled the small space, the quick pounding was rough and relentless.

Lee loved every minute of it.

“Yes, oh please, Sir…Fuck me hard, make me your slutty boy!”

“That’s right, baby. You take it. You take what Daddy has to give to you.” Sir’s response was low and harsh. He grunted it out between the push-and-retreat rhythm he’d established as he stroked in and out of Lee’s ass.

Lee couldn’t stop babbling and pleading as he came closer and closer to climax.

“I want it, please, Sir, I want it. Make me come, make me come, please, Sir, don’t stop…”

“Be a good boy, and I won’t stop.” Sir took his palm off Lee’s stiff erection to anchor his hands on Lee’s hips, his fingertips digging into the pale skin. Lee bit back his protest at the lack of friction on his aching cock, trusting and knowing deep down that Sir would take care of him. He was pounding into Lee and nearly breathless with exertion, but that didn’t stop Sir’s praise. “That’s a good little slut, making me come. This hot ass of yours is gonna make me come so hard, baby.”

Sir shifted behind Lee, angling his hips to the side and going for longer strokes that penetrated deeper than the punishingly quick rhythm he’d set earlier. He reached around with one hand once again to take hold of Lee’s heavy cock. Lee’s eyes squeezed shut, the sensations coming in rapid-fire now that he was so close to coming.

Lee felt Sir’s cock press right against his prostate, and he knew it was over for him.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck!” Lee cried out as electricity raced through him. He felt the erotic pressure that had been building inside of him seek intense and immediate relief. Lee arched his back, his muscles drawing tight and then releasing. As he thrust his hips, pushing his cock into Sir’s hand, Lee began to orgasm, his cum spilling over Sir’s fingers as his stiff flesh slid in and out of that warm fist.

“Good boy, good boy,” Sir whispered soothingly into the back of Lee’s neck, his stubble prickling the sensitive skin there.

Through the haze of his own orgasm, Lee felt Sir’s body stiffen behind him. Sir groaned long and low, his hips stilling as he pressed his cock deep into Lee. With a sharp intake of breath, Sir climaxed, his cock jerking inside of Lee’s ass as he spilled into the rubber. They were both breathing harshly, and Lee started slightly when Sir’s tattooed arm came up to circle his waist in a tight squeeze. Lee leaned into his strong body and relished the warmth of their closeness.

“Good boy,” Sir murmured one last time against Lee’s nape before dropping a soft kiss to the skin there.

With his heart pounding from his intense climax, Lee was still catching his breath when Sir moved away from him, his cock slipping from Lee’s ass at the same time Lee’s cock slipped from Sir’s grasp. Lee felt the loss of both keenly. There was the sound of more movement behind him and the water running, and Lee assumed Sir was disposing of trash and fixing his clothes.

Lee swallowed past a lump in his throat and spoke over his shoulder. “Ah. That was—I mean—I…” Lee cleared his throat. “Thank you, Sir,” Lee finally said softly.

Sir’s large hand came up and gently pried Lee’s fingers from the coat hook. He turned Lee around to face him and pressed a kiss to their joined hands. “You’re very welcome,” he said in his deep voice. “The pleasure was all mine.”

Those dark brown eyes glittered, and Sir reached down to gently tuck Lee’s now-soft cockhead back under his waistband. His tanned fingers lingered, their dark color a stark contrast to Lee’s fair skin.

“Bright blue. My favorite color,” Sir said with a wink before he turned away.

Lee couldn’t help his smile as he watched Sir slide the lock on the door and slip out of the small bathroom.

“I know.”

Lee grinned at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was wild and wanton, the skin of his jawline was stubble-reddened, and his lips were puffy and dark pink.

The pleasure had, in fact, been both of theirs.

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Lee turned to lock the front door of their apartment and felt a wet nose nudge his hand. He glanced down the hallway and saw the bedroom door ajar with a thin sliver of light visible from inside. Crouching down, Lee stroked his hand through Sadie’s soft hair.

“Hi girl, miss me?” he asked softly.

Sadie pushed her nose into his palm, took a deep whiff, and barked once. Lee bit his lip as he looked into the trusting eyes of his and Tony’s three-year-old Golden Retriever.

He’d been in such a sated daze that he hadn’t washed his hands after the night’s—Lee’s breath hitched at the memory—activities.

“It’s okay, girl,” Lee said, brushing his fingers over her forehead and soft, floppy ears. “Go back to bed.”

Sadie tilted her head at him for a moment. She gave him a last, short bark before turning to go back into the living room. Lee watched, making sure she was settled into her large bed by the hearth, before he continued down the hallway.

He pushed open the door with a soft touch and entered the bedroom, his steps soundless on the thick blue area rug. In the dim light of the small reading lamp on the nightstand, a large figure was lying on the left hand side of the king sized bed, his black hair on the pillowcase contrasting with the crisp white sheets. Tony stirred under the covers and turned his head towards the door.

His dark eyes met Lee’s across the room.

“Did you have a nice night?” Tony asked, his voice gravelly.

Lee’s lips parted, and his voice was low when he responded. “Yes.”

Tony’s mouth quirked up, his expression otherwise unreadable and hidden in the shadows. “Good. Now come to bed,” he said as he turned back to settle into the mattress, his bulk hidden once more under the thick down comforter.

Lee directed a hungry glance at the bed before turning towards the closet. He toed off his shoes and stripped off his clothes, leaving the blue jock on the top of the laundry pile. With fond memories of that blue jock and plans for when he might be able to wear it again, he grabbed a pair of his usual grey bikini briefs and headed for the bathroom, catching a glimpse of the alarm clock’s 2:10 a.m. readout along the way.

In the attached master bathroom, Lee squinted into the mirror, his eyes not accustomed to the bright vanity lighting. Even with the late hour, he could tell he looked giddy with excitement …pleasure …complete and utter satisfaction. With thoughts of the man waiting for him in their bed, he brushed his teeth quickly and jumped into the shower.

As Lee ran the sudsy loofah over his body, he took extra care with his still-sensitive dick and even more sensitive ass. With a gentle touch, he spread the soap over his firm cheeks, even that slight pressure picking up the tenderness at his hips where thick, strong fingers had dug into them just an hour ago.

Lee bit his lip at the memory and thought of the blue jock.

Maybe…maybe it’ll happen again. Soon.

Shaking his head to clear it, he finished up his shower and toweled off. As he slipped into his cotton briefs, Lee thought about Tony, his big strong body and gorgeous heavy cock waiting for him just outside.

I’m lucky to have him. He’s just so good to me.

Lee flipped off the light and padded barefoot into the bedroom. With a contented sigh, he slid into bed, the cotton sheets soft and silky smooth against his skin. He turned onto his side and was about to reach for the lamp switch when Tony’s arm came around him.

Tony snuggled up behind Lee, his body warm, large, and comforting in its familiarity. His muscular arm wrapped around Lee’s waist, his hand coming up to rest lightly on Lee’s chest. Lee looked down and saw the familiar ring on his forefinger, which he’d given Tony for his birthday earlier this year. He saw the dark hairs sprinkled across Tony’s forearm and the trailing tip of a rose vine tattoo that ended in the crook of his elbow.

Lee couldn’t hold back his smile.

“So you had fun tonight, did you?” Tony asked softly, his lips brushing the back of Lee’s neck as he spoke.

Lee murmured his agreement, then cleared his throat. He searched for the words to describe it. “Yeah, it was an amazing night,” he said finally.

“I’m glad you had a good time, then.” Tony’s smile was evident in the soft rumble of his voice and the way he rubbed his stubbled cheek into Lee’s short blond hair.

Extending his arm, Lee switched off the bedside lamp, blanketing the room in a thick darkness that was offset only by the moonlight filtering through the curtains. He settled into place, his back pressed against Tony’s broad chest, Tony’s arm curled around him, and his body exactly where it belonged.

Lee smiled to himself as he whispered back.

“I did. I had a great time.”

He paused for a moment, his heart full and content.

“Thank you…Sir.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Candy Rain

One year earlier…

Christ.

Tony took a swig of his Jack on the rocks and looked around.

What am I even doing here?

Notorious cruising hotspot Hard Candy was not his usual scene.

Understatement of the year.

Fact: Tony Morelli didn’t have a usual scene, let alone this dark, steamy, crowded club whose bass thumped so loudly he was surprised the ice wasn’t rattling in his glass. Speaking of which…

Tony tossed back the rest of his Jack and knocked his knuckles on the bar top, making eye contact with the man behind it.

The shirtless bartender, who wore jeans and an apron that did nothing to hide his trim form, sent him a flirty smile and began to fix Tony’s drink. “Here you go, Daddy,” he said with a wink.

Tony snorted and grunted his thanks, leaving his cash on the bar. The bartender’s smile slipped a notch as he took the payment, but that wasn’t Tony’s problem. Jesus, the guy looked like he wasn’t even old enough to drink alcohol, never mind serve it.

Leaning back against the bar, Tony sighed. How long do I have to stay before the guys will let me bail?

He hadn’t wanted to come out to Hard Candy. No, Tony had intended to finish off this week with a nice, long walk with his golden retriever girl Sadie, and then he’d sit down with a veritable bucketful of Chinese takeout. Maybe he’d throw in the season three DVD of his favorite show and let his recliner swallow him whole. Between the stress of staying on schedule for today’s milestone deadline and the meeting with the bank earlier that week, he was beat.

Somehow, though, he’d ended up here.

“Hey, Tony!”

Tony looked over to see Jeff, Dave, and Alan approaching. They were three guys from his crew: young, hardworking, and—admittedly—easy on the eyes. They’d probably get a shitload of grief as pretty boys if they weren’t so good at what they did. Tony was just grateful that everyone he employed was professional about their work, and what went on in each of their personal lives—including the boss’s—was kept personal when they were all on the clock. Anyway, Tony didn’t hide that he was gay, and if any of his crew had a problem with that, then fuck them and fuck their jobs sideways too. He didn’t need to employ assholes like that.

On the clock, though, wasn’t the same as a night at Hard Candy, and somehow the Three Musketeers had managed to drag him here after a long day of OT on the job. He was lucky he’d been able to get the dog walker to make a couple of extra visits that evening. The fact that the club was only a few blocks from his place might’ve also been a factor in why he’d agreed to come out tonight. Plus, when they’d jokingly called him an old fogey, that’d rubbed Tony the wrong way. He was only thirty-four, for God’s sake, and yeah, maybe he did need a night out to remind him of that.

“So, having a good time, boss man?” Alan leaned in, speaking loudly enough for Tony to hear him. Jeff grinned and waggled his eyebrows, while Dave’s wandering eye had caught on a twink with perfectly gelled hair halfway down the bar from them.

Tony grimaced. “Next time, I pick the venue.”

“Did you hear that? Next time.” Dave grinned.

“Ha! Yeah, next time,” Jeff said with a nod of his head.

That earned them all a roll of the eyes from Tony. “Yeah yeah. We’ll see if and when that happens.”

“Hey now, boss man, that sounded like a promise to me.” Alan gave him a pointed look.

“Fine, fine, but my choice of venue still stands.”

To a chorus of “yup” and “works for us,” Tony nodded at the three guys.

“Well…” Jeff drew the word out. “We’d stay and chat, but there’s more dancing to do.”

“Yeah, boss, you sure you can’t be persuaded?” Dave tilted his head toward the dance floor that was currently writhing with sweat-shiny skin and firm, toned bodies.

“Nah, I might head out in a bit.” Tony lifted his drink, tacitly implying he had his own timeline of when his night would end.

“Okay, but try to have fun, will ya?” Dave managed to get the words out, even though he didn’t have time to wait for an answer. With the change of the song to something with a heavy bass line, the other guys were already tugging him away toward the dance floor.

Shaking his head, Tony watched them disappear into the crowd, and he settled back into his spot by the bar. Sipping his drink slowly, he weighed his options, but more and more, getting back to his apartment and spending a little time with Sadie sounded like the makings of an enjoyable evening.

*~*~*~*

Once Tony got to the bottom of his glass, he figured it was time to head home. A quick scan of the room told him it’d only grown more frantic and crowded since he’d last seen the Three Musketeers enter the fray. With a deep breath and the promise of some peace and quiet in his near future, Tony began to shoulder his way toward the heavy velvet curtains that hid the stairwell to the outside world.

“Fucking pretty boy. Why you wearing that shit if you ain’t interested in sucking this dick?”

The words were callous, but the tone even more so. Tony came to a stop, his eyes seeking out the speaker of such vulgarity.

By the stairwell was a young man—gorgeous, Tony’s mind couldn’t help but supply—whose wrist was held by a beefy bleached blond musclehead. The cute guy winced against the tight hold, and Tony narrowed his eyes at the point of contact, his gaze taking in the iron grip of the overly muscular thug.

“I’m wearing this shit because I like wearing this shit. What part of that don’t you understand?” The gorgeous one practically spit the words at the big guy and not so subtly tried to twist out of his strong grasp.

Curious, Tony flicked his gaze down to see what he was wearing, and he hummed appreciatively at tight dark denim and a mint green T-shirt with a deep V-neck. The shirt was thin enough to hint at rosy nipples underneath.

“The part I don’t understand is how you were okay with me buying you a drink, but you aren’t okay getting down on your knees for this.” Too Dense To Live in the mesh red muscle shirt grabbed his crotch and gave the cute guy a lewd grin.

“Maybe I changed my mind.”

“Maybe I thought you were a sure thing in that getup.”

“Just—would you—just let me go.” The cute guy renewed his tugging in earnest, brow furrowing in obvious frustration, and Tony had heard enough.

“There a problem over here?” Tony stepped into their space and reached for the thick wrist. He pried beneath the brute’s thumb in a practiced maneuver, and, whether it was from the asshole’s surprise or Tony’s skill, he felt the strong grip give way.

The gorgeous guy drew his hand closer to his body, his other coming up to rub at his wrist. He looked up, and Tony was trapped in his honey-colored gaze. “Thanks,” he said, the words soft but unmistakable to Tony’s ears.

Tony felt his lips quirk in a smile of acknowledgement, only to have his attention diverted by a grumble.

“This ain’t none of your business.”

Breaking eye contact, Tony turned to look at the asshole, whom he’d begun to think of as capital-A Asshole. “I don’t like guys forcing themselves on people. That means it’s my business.”

“Forcing?” Asshole let loose an obnoxious laugh. “Look at what he’s wearin’. He’s practically beggin’ for it. Took the drink I offered quick enough too.”

“A drink doesn’t mean a fuck,” Gorgeous Guy said, his voice not quite steady, and he didn’t need to turn that pleading look on Tony for him to believe him.

“Does around here.” Asshole was still trying to make a case. That asshole.

Tony turned to him and crossed his arms over his chest. He noticed Asshole eyeing the tattoo that was just visible beneath the hem of his black T-shirt—or maybe Asshole was comparing his own biceps to Tony’s. While Tony would lay any money that Asshole had acquired his via gym equipment in some fancy fitness studio, Tony’s thick strength had been developed over years of manual labor, and his muscles had received plenty of practical use over time. He wasn’t opposed to adding slugging this self-important jerk in the chin to their list of accomplishments.

“You should go.” Tony planted his feet, making it clear he wasn’t moving.

“Wha— But I—”

“I said, you should go. And learn that no means no.”

That ruffled Asshole’s feathers. “I didn’t hear no—”

Gorgeous Guy’s head jerked up, and he was quick in his response. “No!”

While Asshole fumed and sputtered, Tony held up his hand. “There, he said no. Now, for the last time, you should go.”

There was a drawn-out moment when Tony wasn’t sure if he’d have to throw his hands up to block a punch. He shuffled closer to Gorgeous Guy, making sure he would be able to intercept any blows. Finally, Asshole curled his lip up and gave them a nasty look. “Little bitch,” he sneered as he turned on his heel.

Tony stiffened and felt the body next to his flinch as the brute walked away.

“Asshole.”

A surprised chuckle burst from Tony’s lips when he heard Gorgeous Guy say it at the same time, and Tony looked down to see a shy grin on his companion’s lips.

“Well, he is.” Gorgeous Guy cleared his throat and offered his hand. “Thanks. I’m Lee.”

Tony looked at Lee’s hand, then into his golden eyes that seemed to glow even in the dim lighting of the underground club. He grasped Lee’s palm and was pleasantly surprised by the firm shake he received.

“Tony. And you’re welcome,” Tony said with a smile and a nod. He released Lee’s hand and moved to continue his way along the wall toward the stairwell when Lee touched his arm.

“Uh, Tony!”

Tony turned back, raising his brow.

Lee gave him a small smile that curved his mouth perfectly. “Would you—ah, can I buy you a drink? As a thank-you, if you will.”

“Oh, I was going to head out….” Tony was amazed to see actual disappointment flash across Lee’s fine features and found himself changing course. “But I guess I could stay for one more.”

He was rewarded with a smile—this one wider and revealing a soft dimple to the left of Lee’s mouth.

“Great,” Lee breathed out. When Lee grabbed his hand, Tony curled his fingers around Lee’s automatically. “C’mon,” Lee said, nodding his head toward the bar.

After placing their orders with the bartender, who raised his brow at Tony with a “back again, eh?” look, Lee turned toward Tony.

“Really, though, thank you for the rescue,” Lee said, looking up at Tony through long, dark lashes. “Nothing was getting through to that guy.”

“I’m sure you would have handled it somehow,” Tony said, inclining his head to acknowledge the gratitude, “but I’m glad to have helped.”

Lee snorted and turned to grab the drinks from the bar. “Yeah, I guess I could’ve bit his dick off if it really came down to that.”

Tony choked on a laugh. “Good thing it didn’t come down to that, then,” he managed to say eventually.

“A very good thing.” With a smirk on his lips, Lee offered the tumbler with amber liquid to Tony.

After accepting it, Tony lifted the glass and met Lee’s gaze. “To vanquishing assholes.”

A quick grin made Lee’s eyes sparkle as he raised his gin and tonic in salute. “I’ll drink to that.”

The whiskey warmed Tony’s mouth and throat as he took a healthy swallow of his drink.

After taking a sip of his own, Lee cleared his throat. “So, uh… I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. And oh my God, can I sound like any more of a cliché?” Lee winced, causing Tony to chuckle and shake his head.

“It’s fine,” Tony said with a quirk of his lips. “It’s my first time here, actually. I came out with some coworkers.”

“Mm,” Lee murmured noncommittally. He looked at Tony and a smile toyed at the corner of his mouth. “Nobody special?”

Tony’s brows raised at that. Lee’s look—of interest?—wasn’t entirely unexpected, given the drink Tony had in his hand courtesy of the man in front of him. However, half of Tony had believed it really was out of gratitude. He must have at least a decade on Lee, whose gorgeous eyes, shy smile, and fit body wouldn’t have been out of place on a fuckin’ Calvin Klein billboard. Tony knew his own dark hair and swarthy complexion, not to mention his thicker, muscular build, were out of place here in this candy land of handsome young men.

“Or maybe there is someone special…?” Lee bit his lip, and uncertainty flickered across his features for a moment.

“Nobody special,” Tony admitted. He’d been on his way out, after all, and this line of questioning could be Lee’s way of seeing if Tony returned the interest. For there even to be interest on Lee’s part for Tony to return was rather astonishing. But he could return it—an interest in Lee, that is—especially with Lee’s golden looks and soft smile. It’d been months since Tony’d been on a date that’d even led anywhere, and he was out to have a good time, right? At least, that was what he’d told himself when he’d been convinced to come to a club like this one. He could act his age, and thirty-four wasn’t fucking ancient.

“No?”

Tony met Lee’s warm gaze and quirked a smile. “Not yet?”

Lee grinned, then ducked his head to take a sip of his drink. When he looked back up, his eyes were still shining. “Good.”

Despite the loud thumping of the music and the energized crowd surrounding them, Tony found it easy to talk to Lee if he leaned into Lee’s space, which Lee didn’t seem to mind at all.

A brush of Lee’s shoulder against his pecs… the press of a thigh against his as they shuffled out of the way of another clubgoer… the hint of Lee’s woodsy cologne that carried through the air; he was somehow able to focus on Lee when everything around them was otherwise sensory overload.

Between these touches, these impressions, he learned that Lee was in his first year of working at a magazine as an administrative assistant, and already he wasn’t sure if he liked it enough to stay. He had an English degree. He wanted to write, not answer phones and get yelled at by mercurial editors.

Tony mentioned he was in construction but omitted that he owned the company. He knew being the owner of a successful company at his age was something to be proud of, but it just…didn’t feel right to flaunt it. And it didn’t seem to matter, while simultaneously mattering a whole lot. Even on such brief acquaintance, Lee’s opinion was important, and Tony didn’t want him to feel like Tony was a braggart.

By the time Tony polished off his drink, he had enjoyed his visit to Hard Candy infinitely more than he would’ve predicted at the beginning of the night.

“Well… I’d better get back to Sadie before she wonders where I’ve disappeared to.” Tony set his drink down on the bar, next to Lee’s glass that boasted mostly ice at that point. At Lee’s startled look, Tony clarified with a smile. “My dog.”

“Oh, I love dogs. What kind?”

“She’s a golden and sheds everywhere. I’m surprised I don’t have half her coat on me right now.” Tony cast a rueful look down at his dark clothes, which had somehow remained fur free.

Lee’s gaze followed his, and the slow perusal traveled like a heated wave down Tony’s body. “Maybe one right here…” Lee reached for Tony’s chest and grabbed an invisible hair before returning his hand to brush Tony’s pecs softly.

Tony’s breath caught in his throat at the touch—feathery light, yet enough to cause his skin to tingle. He swallowed hard. “Thanks,” he said, his words nevertheless coming out scratchy.

“Happy to lend a helping hand.” The smirk Lee sent his way stole the words of their innocence.

Tony glanced at Lee’s hand, the long and tapered fingers resting lightly on his chest. The image came unbidden of Lee curling them around Tony’s cock, guiding the head toward Lee’s smiling mouth.

Tony’s lips parted at the thought. He shook his head to clear the image, but it persisted.

The thing is Tony didn’t do one-night stands anymore. He just didn’t. They didn’t feel right or sit well with him. Over the years they’d lost their appeal, and he’d simply grown out of them, and no matter how much he’d come here thinking he could let loose for a night, he hadn’t been sure if he would even feel like going through with it in the end.

But being here, being the subject of Lee’s greedy gaze, made him want. And who’s to say he couldn’t have a little fun?

When Lee had shown interest, Tony had felt an answering spark, and they’d reached the point where that spark would either fizzle away or ignite.

And Tony? He was ready to strike the fucking match.

Tony moved closer, his hand coming up to rest on Lee’s shoulder. “I’m not far from here. Would you like to come to my place, maybe meet Sadie, have a nightcap…?” Tony let his voice trail off and tilted the corner of his lip up, the implications of what he wasn’t saying clear in the way he slid his hand along Lee’s shoulder to stroke a finger across the exposed skin at the deep V of his collar.

Lee leaned into the touch, his eyes gleaming as a satisfied smile curled his lips. “There’s nothing I’d enjoy more.”

Those lips.

Jesus.

Tony didn’t know he was going to do it until he was already in motion.

He moved his hand up, reaching the nape of Lee’s neck and pulling him slowly closer, inexorably closing the distance between them. Lee’s lids dropped to half-mast, and he wet his lips, drawing a soft groan from Tony.

Tony paused a hair’s breadth away, feeling the warmth of Lee’s breath ghost against his own lips. Anticipation made his skin tingle, and he wasn’t the only one affected, taking note of how Lee’s breath quickened in those brief moments.

But he was hungry to taste, and Lee was greedy for him, and before Tony knew it their mouths were locked together in a heated kiss.

Lee’s lips pressed against his, soft and supple. They shared a caress of the mouth, which became an intimate exploration when Lee gasped, and Tony swept in. Their tongues touched, and he tasted the sharp crispness of Lee’s drink and a sweet note that seemed to be specific to Lee himself.

He held Lee closer and felt Lee fist the material of his T-shirt right above where his hand had rested on Tony’s chest. Tilting his head to change the angle, Tony explored Lee’s mouth from this advantage, sweeping his tongue along Lee’s lower lip before pressing their mouths together once more.

At the feel of Lee’s lithe body pressed tight against his, Lee’s hips grinding ever so gently against his thigh, Tony could already feel himself getting hard. Tony finished the kiss with some closed-mouth nuzzles and let his hand fall to his side as he stepped away, feeling an inordinate sense of pride at the dazed look on Lee’s face.

Tony cleared his throat. “We should probably head out.”

Lee blinked and shook himself minutely, uncurling his fingers from the grip he had on Tony’s shirt. When he looked up and met Tony’s gaze, a dazzling smile spread across Lee’s face. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s do that,” Lee said. He glanced at their drinks, and a bubble of laughter rose from him.

When Tony lifted a brow, Lee sent him a wry grin. “I guess a drink might actually mean a fuck in this case, huh?

Reminded of the Asshole encounter, which felt like eons ago, Tony rolled his eyes and couldn’t help teasing Lee. “And I thought you were just interested in meeting Sadie…”

It was Lee’s turn to roll his eyes. “Well, I guess if that’s all that’s on the table tonight, I could always take care of myself…” Lee shrugged and somehow managed to look the picture of devilish innocence.

The image Lee’s words brought to mind, of his toned and golden form sprawled out, a hand wrapped around his own cock, his strokes speeding up before he spilled across his stomach and chest, momentarily stole Tony’s breath away.

Lee was watching him, and when their eyes met, Lee quirked his lips like he knew exactly what Tony was thinking about—and had no problems fulfilling that little fantasy.

Tony caught Lee’s hand and saw Lee’s smile widen as Tony pulled him away from the bar.

“Let’s get outta here.”

*~*~*~*

Although Tony’s apartment was only a few blocks from Hard Candy, there was a persistent drizzle lending a chill to the early springtime air that, with a glance at Lee’s thin T-shirt, had Tony hailing a cab for the short ride over. The grateful look on Lee’s face told Tony he’d made the right decision.

That and the way Lee curled into his body in the backseat of the cab, one hand in his and the other exploring with gentle, wicked touches.

Tony turned to brush his nose against Lee’s hair, taking in his clean, crisp scent, and Lee tilted his head up, nuzzling along Tony’s skin and searching for Tony’s mouth with his own.

They kissed languidly, as if they knew they had all the time in the world now that they were outside of the frenzied club environment. At the very least, they had the whole night to kiss, to touch, and to do so much more.

Tony drew back, taking pleasure in the way Lee gasped softly when they broke contact, once the cab came to a halt outside his building. It was a prewar coop, brick on the outside, scrolling moldings within, and no nosy doormen to monitor his comings and goings. He liked it that way, and a tiny part of him hoped Lee would too.

He paid the fare, a brief scowl crossing his face at the cabbie’s amused look, before grabbing Lee’s hand and leading him inside.

“Almost there,” Tony said—unnecessarily, true, but it was as much a reminder to himself as it was a comment to Lee. His cock was throbbing, ready for attention, and at that point only Lee and his delectable body would suffice.

Eschewing the elevator, Tony led Lee up to the second floor, where his apartment sat at the end of a narrow, well-lit hallway. Lee was a warm presence at his back as Tony pulled out his key and unlocked the door.

When he pushed the door open, Tony distantly registered the click of nails against the hardwood as Sadie came forward to greet him. Instead, he was mostly focused on shutting the door and, with Lee right there, welcoming him into his home with a searing kiss.

Tony muffled Lee’s small surprised moan, his need to get closer suddenly urgent. Lee’s surrender was sweet, his open mouth an invitation for Tony to explore, and Tony swept inside, tangling with Lee’s tongue and savoring Lee’s warmth and taste.

Gathering Lee close, Tony slid his hands along the sides of Lee’s torso, thrilling at the feel of his finely muscled body. Lee reciprocated the interest, reaching up to rest his hands on Tony’s shoulders, moving them to cup his neck and run his fingers along the stubble that peppered Tony’s cheeks and jawline.

Lee shifted, knocking his knees against Tony’s persistently—

Wait.

Tony pulled back from the kiss with a dazed air to glance down, only to look straight into Sadie’s shining dark eyes.

She nosed between Lee and Tony’s legs, repeating the nudging motion at their knees.

Lee let out a breathy chuckle. “I think we skipped over the part where I met Sadie.”

Lee’s smile was mischievous by the light of the lamp Tony left on for Sadie, and Tony couldn’t help but return the amused look.

“I think she’s introduced herself at this point,” Tony said dryly. Despite his words, he bent down, smoothing his hand over Sadie’s brow and ears, and spoke softly to her. “Hey girl. This handsome guy is Lee.” Glancing up, he continued, “Lee, this is my girl Sadie.”

“Hi Sadie. You’re a pretty gal, aren’t you?” Lee’s cheeks had a soft blush, and he held out his hand for Sadie to sniff delicately. After a moment, he gently brushed her brow, and Sadie seemed to smile at the stroke of Lee’s thumb across her forehead. Sadie lifted her head to snuffle at his hand a little more before she let out a soft whuff. Tony smiled and watched her trot into the living room to curl onto her large bed by the hearth.

Clearing his throat, Tony glanced back at Lee, feeling somewhat awkward at having been caught like a teenager—even if it was only by his four-legged canine roommate. “Do you want something to drink?”

Lee snorted softly, and a playful look came across his face. “I think we can definitely skip over that part, hrm?” he said with an impish smile. The motion of Lee wetting his lips drew Tony’s eyes immediately, and he stared at the sheen left on his pink mouth.

“Yeah,” Tony said softly, his gaze lifting to meet Lee’s. He grabbed Lee’s hand and led him toward the bedroom at the end of the hall. “Yeah, we definitely can.”

Halfway there, he pulled Lee to him, wanting to feel his closeness. Tony ducked his head, tasting Lee’s throat, and felt Lee shiver against him.

Guiding him backward with his hands firmly gripped at Lee’s hips, Tony licked at Lee’s skin and tasted a hint of salt and something entirely Lee. He nudged the door closed with his foot, and they made their way to the bed, Tony stripping Lee of his shirt by the time they got there.

He laid Lee down across the bed, and in the dim glow caused by the street lamps and the ambient light that came from living in the middle of the city, Lee’s skin was smooth and pale. Needing to see more, needing to see Lee, Tony reached over to switch on the lamp on the nearest nightstand.

His breath caught at the sight of Lee’s golden perfection.

His toned body was layered in elegant strength, the dips and curves of muscles smooth and tempting. The hungry look on Lee’s face was humbling.

“You’re beautiful,” Tony said roughly, his throat suddenly dry.

Lee’s smile was wide in response. “C’mon,” he said, nodding his chin at Tony. “I want to see you.”

Tony knew he had nothing to be ashamed of after years of doing construction and developing his body through hard work and the physical nature of his job. Nevertheless, that didn’t stop the satisfied thrill that coursed through him at seeing Lee’s eyes widen and his lips part invitingly when Tony pulled off his shirt.

With a smile playing on his lips, Tony looked down to unbuckle his belt, and by the time he’d stepped out of his dark jeans and looked up, Lee had tossed his own pants aside and was sliding a sinfully brief pair of briefs down his lean hips. Lee’s cock sprang out, flushed pink and thick, to lie across his lower abdomen. He was neatly trimmed, his golden brown hair a light dusting across his groin.

Lee grinned wickedly, his fingers curling around the base to glide up and down in a lazy stroke.

“You coming or will I have to take care of this myself?”

“Brat.” Reminded of Lee’s earlier words—and the image they’d brought forth—Tony growled low and hooked his thumbs into his black boxer briefs. He pushed them down, gratified by the way Lee’s eyes darkened and his strokes grew haphazard.

“Yeah…,” Lee said softly. “But you like it.”

“How do you know that?” Tony scowled playfully and stalked closer. The sight that greeted him—of Lee sprawled across the gray duvet, all smooth skin and gorgeous honey eyes—was breathtaking.

“Because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be doing—that.”

Lee’s voice cracked on the last word, his voice going breathy as Tony knelt on the edge of the bed and bent down to nuzzle Lee’s cock. Lee let out a strangled noise the moment Tony sucked the head into his mouth.

“God,” Lee breathed, moving his hand to palm Tony’s head.

“Just Tony.” Tony murmured his response around Lee’s cock. He tasted good, like clean masculine sweat that carried the intimate note of musk. Pulling off to nose at Lee’s balls, Tony placed light kisses there before returning to Lee’s thick length. He licked along the underside to reach the crown and take it back into his mouth with a wet slurp.

“Yes, Tony…” Lee’s breathy moans made Tony’s groin tighten, and Tony glanced up to see Lee’s pink lips were parted in an endless gasp.

With a last pull on Lee’s cock, Tony released it from his mouth to slide up Lee’s body, his gaze locked on Lee’s lips.

He took it in a scorching kiss and lifted his hand to cup possessively at the juncture of Lee’s shoulder and throat. Lee worked his hips upward against Tony’s, their hard cocks catching and rubbing against each other, taut skin against skin, and when Tony brushed his thumb against the column of Lee’s throat, Lee gasped into Tony’s mouth.

“Your cock is gorgeous,” Lee managed to say while Tony pressed kisses to his jawline. “Need to feel it, want to feel it inside me.”

Tony gave an involuntary jerk at the feel of Lee’s hands cupping his cock, which was practically pulsing with his hardness. Lee’s grip was firm yet gentle, his long and elegant fingers wrapped around the girth and tugging in time with the undulations of his hips. His palm was damp from the spread of Tony’s precome but not nearly slick enough for a slide. The friction was delicious and caused Tony to groan into the soft skin behind Lee’s ear.

Lee tilted his chin and turned toward Tony, his words a filthy confession.

“I want to come with you inside me. I want you to feel every second of it.”

Tony felt more slick where Lee was tugging, his words bringing forth more precome, and Tony wanted everything Lee had confessed to and more.

Reluctantly he pulled away from Lee, and the sight of Lee’s half-lidded gaze nearly had Tony returning to kiss the smirk off his lips. Instead, Tony kept his resolve, reaching for the nearby nightstand to pull a bottle of lube and strip of condoms out of the drawer.

At the click of the bottle top opening, Lee wet his lips. “Better make it quick.”

With Lee’s hand no longer working its magic on his cock, Tony was able to think a little more clearly, and he coated his fingers with the clear liquid. Lee reached for his own cock, but Tony grabbed his wrist with his other hand.

“Not until I say so,” Tony said gruffly.

Lee’s lips parted before he swallowed audibly and nodded. He rested his hands at his sides, palms flat on the duvet.

Tony brushed the backs of his fingers over Lee’s balls, trailing his hand down until he could trace his middle finger over Lee’s hole. He petted the tight skin, massaging it gently before dipping his finger inside.

Lee gasped softly, and Tony saw Lee’s hands tighten into fists, the sheets around him crumpling beneath his fingers. Tony pushed deep inside, stretching Lee with each twist of his wrist, before pulling back out to tease at the entrance.

“Another,” Lee said, his voice pleading. “Don’t make me wait for it.”

“Bossy,” Tony teased at the same time he began rubbing at Lee’s puckered skin with a second finger.

“Just impatient. Want you inside me.”

God, Tony liked the sound of that. He stopped teasing at Lee’s entrance and began stretching him with two fingers, adding a third as soon as he felt some give inside Lee’s body. Caught by the rapt expression on Lee’s face, Tony curled his fingers and was thrilled when he felt and saw Lee shiver.

“Ready,” Lee breathed out, his hips undulating as he fucked himself against Tony’s hand. “Ready for you.”

With a brief nod, Tony pulled back, eliciting a soft whimper from Lee. He had a condom opened and rolled down his shaft in no time, and soon he was kneeling between Lee’s spread legs, his hands firmly bracketing Lee’s hips as he nudged closer. Tony paused, the head of his cock nearly throbbing at Lee’s entrance, and took a moment to appreciate Lee’s beauty. His golden skin stretched taut over smooth muscles, his amber gaze that had darkened into something deep and mysterious, and the hungry, wanting way he looked at Tony.

It was heady. And it was happening.

“C’mon, Tony,” Lee urged, rolling his hips. The movement brought forth a gasp from both of them when the tip of Tony’s cock breached his hole. “I want you.”

Tony brushed his thumbs against Lee’s smooth skin before tightening his hold to push in with a firm thrust. Lee was tight and slick, his body enveloping Tony’s cock in a fierce heat. The feeling was overwhelming, and Tony couldn’t help his groan, his head tipping back and eyes squeezing shut as he sank farther into Lee until their hips met.

It’d been a while since he’d done this, but even so, what they were doing? It felt like more than just a need to get off.

Warm fingers curled around his hands, and Tony looked down to see Lee had gripped his hands where Tony held onto his hips. Lee was watching him with a half smile on his face.

Tony bent forward, lacing his fingers with Lee’s, and lifted their joined hands to rest by Lee’s shoulders. He caught Lee’s lips in a kiss, moving his hips and thrusting into him in long, steady strokes.

Lee moaned into his mouth, the kiss turning wet and sloppy, and Tony kept his pace, reveling in every hitch of Lee’s breath. Lee’s golden skin rubbed against Tony’s fur-dusted chest with each stroke, their torsos pressing together as they each leaned into the never-ending kiss.

“Feels so good, Tony. You feel so good,” Lee murmured, arching up into the embrace, and Tony grinned before pressing one more kiss to Lee’s lips.

Tony maneuvered back to sit up on his knees, making sure to pull Lee with him so that they would remain joined. The look on Lee’s face was full of anticipation, arousal, and sheer want. It made Tony feel alive, made him feel like this—this was so much more.

It may have started as a hookup at the beginning of the night, but the way they moved together, the way Lee felt, made Tony think—hope—that wasn’t how it would end.

Lee shifted, and Tony groaned low.

“Want you to feel me, baby,” Tony confessed, his voice low. “Want you to feel me everywhere.”

Tony grasped Lee’s hip with one hand and pushed his thigh up with the other, pressing his leg open and holding him in place behind his bent knee. With his legs spread so widely, Lee looked decadent and wanton, his hard cock jutting out and flushed where it rested against his firm belly.

Holding his gaze, Tony sped up his thrusts, going deep and hard, and grinning wickedly when Lee’s body spasmed once he hit a certain angle.

“Fuck. Right there. Right fucking there.”

Tony fucked against that spot, making sure to keep the angle precise, and took immense pleasure in seeing Lee come undone.

Lee was gasping, his body trembling under Tony’s grip, and his cock bobbed with each thrust, the reddened head leaking precome against the short golden hairs of his happy trail. Tony noticed the mangled sheets clutched in Lee’s hands.

“You can touch yourself. Go on,” Tony grunted, wanting Lee to find relief. Needing him to reach it.

Lee lifted his lust-blown gaze to meet Tony’s, and he blinked a few times.

“No, I, no, wanna come without, I can, just gimme, oh my God, I…” Lee was babbling, shaking his head at Tony’s comment, and Tony watched Lee wet his lips before pressing them tightly together.

“Can come without, just—just keep fucking me.”

Tony nodded. He was getting close himself, words almost lost to him as well, and he pressed Lee even wider. He pushed as deep as he could into Lee, making sure to find his sweet spot, and began moving in shallow, rolling thrusts right against it, grinding into him.

Lee’s moan went high-pitched, and he threw his head back, gasping.

“Yes, fuck. Keep doing that. My God. I’m going to—”

At the feel of Lee tightening all around him, Tony couldn’t hold back his climax any longer. Lee’s orgasm was unrelenting, pulling Tony’s from him, and Tony held himself inside Lee with a groan, shuddering as Lee’s body milked him of his come.

Tony fell forward, pressing his body along Lee’s, and held him close, his hands smoothing up and down his sides.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it,” Tony muttered against Lee’s throat. “I can feel you coming for me.”

The skin of Lee’s torso was slick with his come, the slide of their bodies evidence of the pleasure they’d shared. Lee’s mouth found his, and they tangled in a deep kiss.

With his breathing still harsh, Tony lifted his head to find Lee watching him, and a sleepy smile spread across Lee’s face.

“That was fucking incredible.”

Tony couldn’t help himself. “You don’t mean it was incredible fucking?”

Lee rolled his eyes, but a small chuckle made his chest rumble. “That too.”

With a quirk of his lips, Tony lifted a brow. “Maybe we can try to top it with round two?”

Lee’s brows lifted, his eyes going wide. “Yeah?” he asked with a hesitant smile.

“Yeah.”

*~*~*~*

Scritch scritch. Scritch scritch.

The sound of light scratching woke Tony.

Even though the predawn haze cast a slight glow across the room, the streetlights still filtered through the gauzy curtains covering the windows, and a quick glance at the clock on the nightstand read 5:52 a.m. The water tinkling against the unforgiving metal of the fire escape made it clear the drizzle had fulfilled its promise of a wet weekend.

Stretching his legs out slowly, Tony felt a languid warmth and soreness across his muscles. The warm body in his arms stirred, and he heard a light murmur.

Reminded of how they’d reached that point, Tony smiled to himself.

Last night had been incredible.

Fucking incredible, as Lee would say.

After Tony’d cleaned them up, though, it’d been late, and they’d both been tired. They’d fallen asleep together, Tony’s arm curled around Lee while Lee traced the vines on his tattoo drowsily.

Scritch scritch.

Tony groaned low.

Sadie.

“...uz dat?” Lee shifted, burrowing his cheek into his pillow for a moment before cocking his head.

Tony ran his hand soothingly across Lee’s chest and leaned in to speak softly in his ear. “Sadie. I usually take her out first thing in the morning, and with my work schedule, that means around six o’clock.”

“Mmmm,” Lee murmured, dropping his head to nuzzle against the pillow again.

Just as Tony was preparing himself to leave the warm cocoon of his bed and the even more inviting warmth of Lee’s body, he felt Lee stiffen against him.

“Hrm?” Tony couldn’t help the inquiring noise. “You okay?”

Lee’s chest rose slowly beneath Tony’s hand, and Lee shifted around to lie on his back. He glanced up at Tony briefly before looking to the side. “I uh… I guess you might want me to—I mean, maybe now’s a good time for me to go…”

Tony stared at him. “Go?”

Another fleeting look, this time accompanied by Lee biting his lip. “I just—I know that’s how this kind of thing usually works, and um, I probably shouldn’t have fallen asleep, but it was just so good, and I didn’t really want to leave, and um…”

Lee trailed off, the look on his face suggesting he was afraid he’d revealed too much.

“I—” Tony swallowed past his dry throat. “I never said you had to go. I never wanted you to. I wanted you to stay.”

Lee’s gaze shot to Tony’s, his eyes wide and golden in the soft morning light. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Tony quirked a smile. “We still have round two.”

A slow smile spread across Lee’s lips, and Tony couldn’t help but kiss it.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against Lee’s.

“So, yeah. Stay—if only for round two.” Tony’s shrug was casual, but his heart was hammering because, good God, he didn’t just mean round two, but he couldn’t very well voice that right now.

Lee grinned back at him, and he ran a hand down Tony’s arm.

“Yeah. I’ll stay.”

*~*~*~*

He stayed.

For round two. For the weekend. And for the year beyond that.

Letting himself get dragged out to Hard Candy was the best fucking decision Tony’d ever made.

In their case, a drink wasn’t just a fuck. It was a whole lot more.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

About the Author

Nico Jaye is a fan of all things HEA and has dragged her romance collection along for her moves from San Francisco to Los Angeles to Chicago to New York and back. She thinks reading is awesome and loves that she can hang out night after night with crinoline-wearing debutantes, brawny firemen in suspenders, and werewolf shifters with Scottish brogues. Her favorite stories are those that marry smut and fluff (a.k.a. smuff) into a gooey ball of HEA and fuzzies.

An overall feline enthusiast, Nico secretly (or not so secretly?) adores Hello Kitty, cat GIFs, spontaneous traveling, pretending to be crafty, emoticons, hot menfolk, and parenthetical statements (not necessarily in that order). After starting as the pitcher for Team Awesome (literally) and visiting places like South Africa, Oman, and Fiji, Nico discovered that letting the boys in her head tell her where they want to go could actually be the most exciting journey of all.

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Also Available by Nico Jaye

Into the Deep**

Sex and Candy

Unscripted (Heartsville)

Where There’s Smoke

He’s Just Knot That Into You

A Time for Loving

Different Strokes

“Dream Lover” in the Cuddling anthology

The Frat Brat*

Punch-Drunk Love*

BTW I Love You*

Man-to-Man Coverage series*

* free stories with download links available on Nico Jaye’s website

** second edition available soon

Most books are available now on Amazon!

NOW AVAILABLE

Unscripted

Nico Jaye

Theater manager Teddy Carbone’s life has gone pretty much according to script... until now.

To his surprise, Teddy finds himself co-owner of the Oasis Theater with Carter Monroe, a corporate shark who’s looking at him like he’s chum in the water. Being in charge of the theater is one thing, but having to deal with Carter and his demands is another. With Carter’s proposed plan to sell the Oasis looming, Teddy must convince Carter the theater is worth saving. When he introduces the bright, bold world of the stage to Carter’s cold, all-business lifestyle, though, Teddy soon comes to recognize that the Oasis might not be the only thing he has a chance to save.

Excerpt from Unscripted

Unscripted © 2015 Nico Jaye

“You… I…” Teddy’s mouth hung open for a moment before he clicked it shut. “You can’t possibly be telling me you’re just going to decide to sell the theater without even seeing it. Without even setting foot inside. Without knowing what it is to the neighborhood, to the community?” Teddy blinked rapidly, unable to comprehend such a… such a heartless decision. Teddy gestured at the stack of papers, then lifted his hands earnestly. “We’re a goddamn nonprofit; it’s not all about the numbers.”

Carter raised his brows, a hint of a smile on his—full and shapely, dammit!—lips. “You’ll have to trust me when I tell you that, in my line of business, it oftentimes is all about the numbers.”

“And you’ll have to trust me when I tell you the Oasis is so much more than just the numbers.” Teddy moved closer to Carter, his hands—curse his Italian heritage!—gesticulating here, there, and everywhere. “It’s… it’s about Heartsville and history and keeping the community together.”

Carter clasped his warm palms around Teddy’s hands, effectively stilling them, and Teddy’s eyes went wide when Carter drew him closer. Against his better judgment, Teddy’s heart began pounding, and the reason this time wasn’t his anger. Carter searched his gaze with those crystalline eyes and smirked softly.

“You’re magnificent, did you know that?” Carter said under his breath.

Teddy was taken aback, but before he could come up with a response, Carter spoke again.

“I’ll admit sending a plan of sale so quickly may have been rash of me, but there have been deals where I’ve had to make quick decisions and think about the consequences later. I recognize now that this isn’t one of those cases, so I’ll think about it, okay?” Carter moved one of his hands, and Teddy’s whole body jolted when he felt Carter’s fingers pressed against his hip, followed by a light squeeze.

“Tell me, Teddy,” Carter murmured, his gaze hooded.”Have you ever done anything like that? Something rash and unexpected, to hell with the consequences?”

*~*~*~*

Unscripted, part of the Heartsville collaboration, is now available at your favorite ebook retailer.