Kiss Me Page 7

  They were just bits and pieces, but they looked more than recognizable to Alejandro. Mal’s mouth, both in repose and smiling. Mal’s left eye, because he couldn’t get the shape just quite right and had given up trying to capture the right one. But the bulk of the page was devoted to Mal’s hands. Long. Nimble. Fingers tense, fingers relaxed. Palm upward. Heel upward. Curved around an imaginary camera.

  Mal traced each sketch with the tips of his fingers, his eyes wide. “I guess you are thinking of me now. I really like you, Alejandro. I…I want to see how far we can go. And I guess I’m scared…well, like I already said. That you’re going to be bored with me.”

  “I really like you, too,” he said softly. “And you’re not the only one who’s scared. A lot of guys can’t deal with what I do at all. But that’s not all I am. It felt like you knew that.”

  “Don’t say it like that. I know that’s not all you are.”

  “So you shouldn’t have to worry about me getting bored then.”

  “You can tell me that you’ll never wish that I was taller…or stronger…or had a bigger cock…or had more experience?”

  Alejandro quirked an eyebrow. “Trust me. It’s never even crossed my mind to wish for any of those things.” He skimmed a hand over Mal’s hip, tugging him a little closer. “It’s not like I’m going to be doing this for much more than a couple more years anyway. Somebody younger and prettier will come along, and I’ll stop being the flavor of the month.”

  Mal buried his face against Alejandro’s neck. “I don’t believe that. You’re always going to have a loyal, and large, fanbase. I can say that with some authority, because I’m pretty sure I’m your biggest fan.”

  He closed his eyes, inhaling the slightly sweaty scent of Mal’s skin. “I’m not looking for a fan.” He couldn’t resist turning his head and sampling the corner of Mal’s mouth. “I was more hoping you’d be interested in the job of boyfriend, instead.”

  Mal looked up, studying Alejandro’s face for a moment before smiling, the troubled light disappearing from his eyes. “Can I have both jobs?”

  One of the knots in his stomach eased. “As long as you take the boyfriend one, that’s all I care about.”

  “What are the perks of the boyfriend job?”

  He pretended to give it serious consideration. “Undying devotion. Blow jobs on demand. And Bonita’s eternal gratitude for making me a much nicer guy to be around.”

  Mal grinned. “If Bonita’s gratitude comes with free food, this is going to be the best gig I ever had.”

  Alejandro touched his fingers to Mal’s smile. There was a little line that bobbed up and down at the corner, not quite a dimple, that he was going to have to remember to catch the next time he tried sketching Mal.

  “I travel a lot with my job,” he said. “Is that going to be a problem?”

  “I don’t know. I travel, too. I’ve been getting more and more jobs around California, and even into Nevada. But I’m willing to try…and even travel with you if possible.”

  “You’d be welcome to come.” He cupped the side of Mal’s face and drew him close, their mouths soft and lingering. “I think we could be really good together. I think we are really good together. And I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make this work.”

  Mal’s lips moved over Alejandro’s chin. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way with anybody else. I’ve never trusted anybody like this.”

  Nudging his knee between Mal’s legs, he pressed lightly against his balls, smiling at the groan that came from Mal’s throat. “Feel like sealing this deal?”

  Mal pushed his hand between their bodies, palming Alejandro’s shaft. “Is this when the blow jobs on demand come in?”

  “After. Right now, I just want to show you how much I missed you today.” Pushing him onto his back, Alejandro straddled his hips. His hair hung over his cheeks as he gazed down at Mal. This was a face he could definitely get used to having around. He said as much out loud.

  Mal’s lips twitched, and he gripped Alejandro’s firmly muscled thighs. “Good, because I’ve already become accustomed to yours.”

  “You’ve had all my movies to memorize. Maybe I should steal your camera and wallpaper my bedroom in pictures of you to even the score.”

  “Hey. I have not memorized all of your movies.” Mal’s eyes danced. “Just a few very carefully selected favorites. Besides, you wouldn’t want to do that. I’m not photogenic, like a certain gorgeous man I could name.”

  “Matter of opinion.” Leaning down, he dragged his tongue along Mal’s jaw, and dropped kisses along his brow bone. “And why haven’t you memorized all my movies? I’m really good, you know.”

  “I know.” Alejandro slid his mouth to Mal’s ear, drawing a soft moan from Mal’s throat. “I really, really know. But I had to limit myself, otherwise, I wouldn’t do anything except watch your movies.”

  He gasped when Alejandro bit into his earlobe. Stealing a hand between their bodies, Alejandro deftly undid the buttons on Mal’s shirt, continuing to nibble at any patch of sensitive skin he could reach until there was enough room to slide his hand beneath the soft material.

  “I think you’re probably going to be too busy to ever watch one of my movies again.” His mouth watered at the soft rasp of stubble against his tongue, and his fingers circled the nipple he found. “I’m going to assume you don’t have a problem with that.”

  Mal pushed against Alejandro’s hand and jerked like he was shocked when Alejandro pinched his nipple. “I don’t have a problem with that. Not at all.”

  “And those nights when all I want to do is have you hold me?” He raked his nails down Mal’s side, relishing the tremor that rattled through his lover’s muscles when he reached his waist. “Will that be enough for you?”

  Mal slid his hands up Alejandro’s thighs to his hips, his thumbs massaging the skin just above Alejandro’s waistband. “It’ll be more than enough. I’m pretty sure that’s what boyfriends do. And that’s what I want to be.”

  Alejandro pulled back at that, searching those warm brown eyes he’d been daydreaming about. Dragging his knuckles across Mal’s twitching stomach, he bent down in order to find his mouth as well, lips soft for the split second it took for them to part. He slid his tongue inside, letting the tip dance with Mal’s, and moaned into the caress.

  This was what he’d wanted. The thought that he could actually have it made him feel more than a little drunk.

  Mal let Alejandro guide the caress, his tongue and lips responsive to each shift, each subtle change in pressure and speed. The kiss was like a slow dance, a steady give and take, and Mal’s hands drifted all over Alejandro’s body—up his ribs and down his chest. Over his shoulders. His fingers tangled in Alejandro’s hair, tugging gently, and sending a shower of sparks down Alejandro’s spine.

  Mal’s cock was hard against his. Having it so close and yet so far made Alejandro ache, and he pushed his hand farther inside Mal’s jeans in order to glance across the dripping tip.

  They both groaned at the contact.

  “This boyfriend would very much like to ride you,” Alejandro murmured. “We can do the holding after, this time.”

  Mal moved beneath him, lifting his hips off the bed—a sudden, instinctive reflex. “Good. I was going to suggest it if you didn’t. I’m pretty sure there’s still a condom in that drawer.”

  Alejandro dropped one last kiss to his mouth, reluctant to lose the feel of him even for a moment. Quickly, he climbed off Mal and went to the nightstand, listening to Mal strip out of his clothes behind him as he pulled out the condom box. He turned back just in time to see the delicious swell of Mal’s ass, and before Mal could lay back down again, Alejandro was there, pushing him over onto his stomach.

  “First things first.” Kneeling between Mal’s legs, he bent forward and licked a path down his spine, not stopping when he reached the warm crease of his ass. Alejandro grasped each cheek and spread them, the tip of his tongue tracing until he reached t
he clenching hole. “One of these days, I’m going to fuck you,” he breathed. “Right now, I’ll settle for this.” With that, he pushed his tongue past the tight ring of muscle.

  Mal cried out, but the sound was muffled as he put his head down against the pillow. Alejandro could feel Mal’s body tighten, winding tighter and tighter. He pulled his knees beneath him and pushed back against Alejandro’s face, but Alejandro forced him back to the mattress with one steady hand, holding him there as he fucked him with his tongue.

  Words drifted to Alejandro’s ears between the yelps and moans. “Anything…Alejandro…anything you want…just tell me.”

  He would, too. The need in his voice went straight to Alejandro’s gut.

  He closed his eyes, focusing on the heat emanating from Mal’s skin, the sounds echoing through his body, the shudders rippling beneath Alejandro’s fingers. It didn’t take long for Mal to start grinding against the mattress. Alejandro sat back, silently vowing to surprise Mal with this again as soon as he possibly could.

  “Roll over,” he instructed, his voice rough. While Mal repositioned, Alejandro tore the foil and pulled out the condom. “Looks like we’re staying in tonight after all.”

  “I love the thought of having you all to myself,” Mal murmured. He looked like he wanted to say something else, but Alejandro gripped the base of Mal’s cock, squeezing it just hard enough to cut off Mal’s words. His breathing had been a bit ragged before, but as Alejandro slid the condom down his smooth shaft, Mal began to gasp.

  Alejandro grinned. “Maybe I shouldn’t have teased you for so long.”

  “Doesn’t matter if you tease me. Just being around you has this effect on me.”

  The declaration only spurred Alejandro to tear off the rest of his clothes, shimmying out of his pants and grabbing the lube before climbing back on. Slicking up his fingers, he reached behind and coated Mal’s covered cock, his eyes never leaving the other man’s.

  “You’re not the only one who gets all worked up.” His erection bobbed against his stomach as he rose up on his knees, positioning Mal’s length at his waiting hole. Slowly, he pushed back down, shivering as his ass burned from the initial intrusion. “Oh, fuck…”

  Mal squeezed his eyes closed, his chest stilling as Alejandro sank down his shaft. He clenched around Mal’s shaft once he was completely seated, drawing a low, harsh groan from Mal’s throat. Mal’s hands fluttered over Alejandro’s body, like he didn’t know what to do with them. Alejandro caught them, clasping Mal’s fingers as he began to rock his hips.

  “Look at me.” He waited until Mal gazed up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, then smiled. “That’s better. I like the look you get when you’re about to come. I don’t want to miss a thing.”

  Mal responded by tightening his grip on Alejandro’s fingers. The tendons of his neck stood out, and his skin had a soft sheen of sweat. Now Mal didn’t look away, didn’t close his eyes. And he didn’t try to block any of the emotions shining in their brown depths. Mal looked at him with open desire, and lust, and even adoration.

  Alejandro leaned forward, twisting Mal’s wrists above his head as their chests came flush against each other. He continued to glide up and down, the tip of his cock now leaving wet streaks along Mal’s stomach, but it was the heat wrapped around both of them that fueled his languid kiss.

  The heat fanned through Alejandro’s body, making his skin flush, and the back of his neck prickle with perspiration. He could smell Mal’s spicy aftershave—something a little darker than cinnamon—and Alejandro thought the scent would have the power to make him hard for the rest of his life. The soft tips of Mal’s hair brushed against his forehead, almost tickling him. Each small detail filtered through his mind and skin.

  He kept his eyes open, unashamed to let Mal see just how he felt about him. If Mal could bare his heart, then so could he. No more hiding. No more being alone. Nothing had ever felt so good.

  When Mal tugged at his wrists, Alejandro let him go, sucking in his breath when he felt Mal’s hot fingers wrap around his cock. His strokes began to quicken, matching the rhythm Mal set, and he tightened his muscles every time Mal was fully sheathed.

  “Not going to last,” he warned. “I’ve been thinking about this too much today.”

  “Me, too. Thinking about coming home to you…all day…” He stripped Alejandro’s cock with each word. “God…oh, God, Ale…I can’t…” The word became a formless shout as Mal thrust forward, his cock jerking hard against Alejandro’s tight walls.

  Coming tightened Mal’s grip to the point of almost pain, but Mal didn’t let it stop his strokes, swiping across the wet tip with each pull. Alejandro slammed back onto his pulsing length one more time before he erupted with Mal’s name on his lips. Blast after blast ratcheted through him, until Mal’s chest was coated in sticky fluid.

  His quivering arms gave way, and he collapsed against Mal, seeking him out for a searing kiss. Mal held him close, not letting go even when they had both stopped trembling. Alejandro only broke away from his succulent mouth when his lungs were ready to burst.

  “You really don’t have to worry about me ever getting bored,” he panted.

  “I’ll be doing my best to keep that from happening.”

  He didn’t want to have to move, but he did it anyway, groaning when Mal slid out of his ass. Rolling onto his back, Alejandro grabbed Mal’s hand and just held it between them while he lay there, fighting to get his body back under control.

  “So how was that for sealing the deal?” he asked.

  Mal reached over with his other hand, skimming his palm over Alejandro’s chest. “Best contract negotiation I’ve ever had.”

  “We’ll have to go over the fine print, too. Later. In the shower. As soon as my legs work.”

  “I expect to be going over the fine print for most of the night. Is that good with you?”

  “Something tells me this is going to be a work in progress.” Alejandro smiled as he turned his head to gaze at Mal, lifting their joined hands to his mouth in order to brush his lips over Mal’s knuckles. “Thank you.”

  Mal turned on his side. “You’re welcome,” he said, matching Alejandro’s solemn tone. “For what?”

  “For giving this a chance. For not making me stick around Runaway on St. Patrick’s Day. For a lot of things.” Stretching, he caressed Mal’s lower lip with his tongue, tasting the salt of perspiration before deepening it into a full kiss. “Mostly, for seeing me. That’s a big deal. Whether you know it or not.”

  “Well, I guess I should be thanking you, too. For giving me the chance to see you. Because I know I would have never had the courage to ask you out.”

  “You did, though.”

  “Only after you asked first.”

  “Still counts.”

  Mal looked unconvinced, but Alejandro didn’t care. As he leaned in to kiss him again, all he could think about was the potential of the months to come. It might have been the luck of the Irish that had brought them together, but it was going to be something real that kept them together.

  THE END

  ABOUT JAMIE CRAIG

  Jamie Craig is the collaboration of Vivien Dean and Pepper Espinoza. Both have been in love with romance, adventure, fantasy, and the written word since childhood. Pepper lives in Utah with her dog and cats and loves to golf when she’s not working. Vivien lives in Northern California with her husband and two teenagers.

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