A Time for Charity (2 page)

“Um, yeah. Thanks. Sorry,” Mitch mumbled, setting his chair upright and sitting back down.

“Are you always this clumsy, or can I take it as a testament to my overwhelming charm?” Sam teased as he winked at Mitch, causing him to blush again. Mitch was a lot more fun than Dave. Which was good, Sam guessed, as Dave had already switched targets and was hitting on some skanky-looking twink at the bar.

Mitch just stared at him, saying nothing at first. “Um, where’s Dave? He had big plans for tonight, or so he said. I thought you and he—”

“Dave is over there.” Sam pointed to the bar where Dave had his tongue in the twink’s ear while another guy was grinding against his backside. “Looks like he does have big plans, just not with me,” Sam noted wryly.

“Oh, sorry,” Mitch mumbled, not quite meeting Sam’s gaze.

“Why? Did you set him up with those two so that you would have me all to yourself?” Sam flashed his best teasing smile. Even though Sam usually preferred cool, calm men, he found Mitch’s nervousness kind of hot. He wanted more time to play with the big man. Maybe he could lure Mitch home or at least get his number.

“Ah, well, huh? No?” Mitch stammered, that cute blush coloring his face once again.

“Sam,” James called as he and Chris walked up to the table. “We’re leaving. You need a ride home or have you got it covered?” he asked, eyeing Mitch curiously.

Sam glanced at Chris, and from the glare he received, he knew his answer. “I’m good. Thanks anyway. Call me later.”

“Okay, later.” Chris had already started pulling James to the door. Sam half-waved at their backs and rolled his eyes.

“Great,” Sam muttered sarcastically, “Now how am I supposed to get home?” Sam looked at Mitch, a wistful smile pulling at his lips, trying to lure Mitch in with his eyes. “Okay, I guess I’ll call a cab. See ya around.” Sam got up to leave and made his way to the front of the bar.

*  *  *

Okay
. Just get up and go.
Mitch tried to encourage himself to go after him. Now was his chance. He really wanted Sam. Wanted to be with him, be inside him, almost more than he’d wanted to be with anyone, ever. He didn’t know why he was such a mess around Sam, but he wanted him, and it seemed like Sam had been interested too. Mitch jumped up out of his chair to catch up.

“I could take you home if you want me to,” Mitch said catching Sam’s arm just as they were walking out the door of the pub. “Unless you
want
to take a taxi, that is.”

“No, no. I don’t really have the money for one. I was thinking about walking home if it wasn’t so damn cold. Are you sure it’s not a problem?”

“No, not a problem at all. I’m parked this way,” Mitch said over his shoulder, leading the way to his truck.

“Thanks.” Sam smiled a real smile, not the flirty, teasing one. Mitch thought his heart would stop. Sam was breathtaking when he smiled.

“Yeah. Okay,” Mitch said and smiled back, feeling himself relax. He could do this. He could talk to Sam, maybe get his number. Maybe this could lead to something. Mitch sure hoped so. “Here it is.” He pointed to his truck and unlocked the doors. “How do I get there?”

*  *  *

As they
neared his apartment, Sam desperately tried to decide the best way to lure Mitch in. He really wasn’t ready for the night to end. The ride over from the Double Clover had been quite enjoyable. Mitch seemed to finally relax, which made him seem much more confident. Sam learned that Mitch was a really good guy with an easy laugh, the sound of which went straight to Sam’s dick. He wanted to hear that voice calling out his name. He wanted to feel that big body pounding him into the mattress. It had been awhile since Sam had been with anyone, and he was ready.

“Just pull in right here.” Sam pointed to the empty spot next to his car. “Um, so, thanks for the ride.” Mitch looked at him, his knuckles white on the steering wheel as if he was holding himself back. Sam took that as a good sign. He leaned over and kissed Mitch, running his hand up Mitch’s thigh right up to the evidence that proved he was every bit as interested as Sam was.

Sam pulled back slightly. “So, you wanna come in?” He leaned in and took another kiss, running his tongue lightly over Mitch’s bottom lip before sucking it in. Mitch opened his mouth and let Sam in. Damn, he tasted so good. Sam wanted more. He began to massage Mitch through his jeans.

“Come in,” he breathed between kisses, not wanting to stop. Mitch moaned into his mouth and bucked up into his hand, trying to get more friction.

“Let’s go inside before I come right here,” Mitch panted, breaking away from the kiss and opening his door.

Sam hopped out of the truck and practically ran up the stairs to his apartment with Mitch right on his heels.

“Hurry, Sam. I need you. Now.”

“I’m trying!” Sam fumbled with the keys, highly distracted by the fact that Mitch was rubbing his erection through his jeans. He finally got the door open, and they fell inside. Mitch kicked the door closed and pushed him up against the wall with a searing kiss.

“Fuck. I need you,” Mitch murmured, kissing his way down Sam’s neck. Sam moaned and turned them around, pressing Mitch against the wall. They fumbled with buttons and zippers before getting pants undone. Sam dropped to his knees, nuzzling and sucking Mitch through the cotton of his white briefs. He pulled at the waistband and freed Mitch’s cock.

“Mmmmmm,” Sam moaned as he took the thick head into his mouth, sucking it lightly. Mitch tasted so fucking good. He began licking his way down the shaft, tracing the thick vein with little swirls of his tongue. He lightly tongued Mitch’s balls and then took one into his mouth, sucking it. He let go and began teasing the head again, focusing on the slit, pressing the ball of his piercing into it.

Mitch gasped, his eyes closed, and his head dropped back to the wall. He reached down and began to caress Sam’s head, not pushing or demanding, just rubbing through his hair.

“Sam,” Mitch choked out as he looked down into Sam’s dazed eyes, “I want you. I want inside you.”

Sam shuddered at the thought of that long, thick cock stretching him, filling. With one last kiss on the head of Mitch’s cock, he got up and led the way to the bedroom, stripping off his clothes as he went. He grabbed some lube and condoms out of the drawer of his nightstand and crawled up into the middle of the bed. With his legs spread, he stroked himself lightly as he watched Mitch get rid of the rest of his clothes. Mitch crawled between Sam’s legs and began petting his chest.

“You are so fucking hot.” Mitch moaned and leaned over to take one of Sam’s nipples into his mouth. Sam arched his back when Mitch tugged lightly with his teeth. Mitch made his way down Sam’s body, licking and kissing and teasing.

“Mitch, please,” Sam panted as he bucked up into the light licks Mitch was using to tease his balls. He almost lost it when he felt Mitch using one lubed finger to trace the tight ring of muscles before pushing into him. Mitch began to slowly fuck him with his finger, rubbing until Sam began to push down to meet him. As he pushed in a second finger, Mitch took Sam into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the engorged head.

“Oh-please-oh-please-oh-please,” Sam begged. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to buck up into the tight, wet heat of Mitch’s mouth or push down onto the fingers twisting and scissoring inside of him. “Fuck me, Mitch,” he panted as he pulled on Mitch’s head. “Please, fuck me. Now.”

Mitch sat up and removed his fingers. Sam whimpered at the emptiness and then moaned as he felt the head of Mitch’s cock breach the tight muscles. The burn was soon replaced with pleasure as Mitch slowly pushed his way in until his balls rested against Sam’s ass.

“Fuck, Sam. You feel so good. So tight. So hot.” Mitch held himself still, letting Sam adjust to the stretch.

“Move, please move,” Sam whispered, pushing up, trying to get Mitch deeper.

Mitch began moving slowly at first, barely pulling out before pushing back in. Sam thought he would go crazy; he wanted it fast and hard, but Mitch seemed to be teasing him. Sam bucked up, trying to let Mitch know what he wanted.

As if he understood, Mitch pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into Sam. After a few more times, he set up a fast, hard rhythm that had Sam writhing and fisting the sheets, thrusting up to meet him.

“Fuck!” Mitch grunted. “Wanted this to last, but I can’t hang on much longer.” With that, he reached down and grabbed Sam’s cock. After three solid tugs and a twist of the head, Sam’s body was convulsing, shooting itself onto his chest. Mitch fucked him through the spasm and then froze. Sam could almost feel him filling the condom.

“Fuck! Sam!” Mitch groaned as he practically collapsed on Sam, panting and resting their foreheads together. He kissed Sam lightly a few times before rolling over and tying off the condom. Mitch got off the bed and went into the bathroom and returned with a towel to clean Sam’s stomach and chest. He threw the towel in the direction of the bathroom before crawling back into bed and drawing Sam into his arms.

Mitch planted a few slow, soothing kisses on Sam’s face and neck and lightly rubbed his back. Chest still heaving slightly, Sam snuggled deeper into Mitch’s grasp, nuzzling into his chest before getting settled. Sam loved to cuddle after sex. He missed the safe feeling of sleeping in someone’s arms. He had a feeling he would be able to do this a lot more with Mitch.

Just as he was drifting into sleep, he thought he heard Mitch murmur, “I guess the holidays aren’t so bad after all.”

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About the Author

A. Willingham
, a born-and-bred Texan, loves books, photography, and scrapbooking. Soon after being introduced to the joy of yaoi by a coworker, she became obsessed with M/M romances. After much encouragement from friends, she decided to fulfill a lifelong daydream and try her hand at writing.

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A Time for Charity ©Copyright A. Willingham, 2009

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