Boyfriend Chronicles 02 - The Boyfriend Mandate (14 page)

“Just make sure your moans don’t get too loud,” Memphis said, and then his mouth headed for Tyler’s.

Finger still plunging in and out, Memphis brushed his lips across Tyler’s once and then pulled back a fraction, waiting. Tyler mindlessly sought the moist heat, leaning forward in search of more contact. His boyfriend smiled and then pressed in firmly, taking the lead in an open-mouthed, wet kiss that left Tyler’s breath hitching in his chest. Between the tongue in his mouth and the finger fucking his ass, he barely managed to keep from blowing his wad. A shiver fanned up his spine, and he lost the battle, letting out another long, low moan. He’d waited so long for this he wasn’t sure he’d survive the lead-up to Memphis finally taking his virginity, because every spot the guy touched sparked with a thousand little delicious itches that demanded to be scratched
now
.

Tyler hiked a leg, hooking his calf behind Memphis’s knee and spreading his thighs wider in a needy gesture. The position allowed Memphis plenty of room to maneuver his hand between their bodies. Memphis made a guttural sound of approval and pressed Tyler’s lips open, fucking his mouth with his tongue and adding a second finger.

Several seconds passed as Tyler fought for breath, hands clutching the showerhead. He didn’t know why, but he loved the feeling of Memphis using his body to get off, rough and taking whatever he wanted. Christ, it was such a turn-on.

When Memphis pressed his fingers deeper inside his ass, Tyler’s cock twitched impatiently and oozed pre-cum as his sphincter muscles relaxed further, clearly wanting
more
. When Memphis complied, the flash of pleasure ripped a needy catch from Tyler’s throat that echoed in the small enclosure.

Memphis smiled against Tyler’s lips. “You suck at telling me no.”

God, he did. He so totally did. Tyler tried to care but couldn’t. Whatever Memphis wanted to do to him, Tyler wholeheartedly approved.

Memphis reached up and gripped Tyler’s arm, pressing hard, and began to nip at his throat, marking him. Tyler dropped his head back against the wall with a wet
thwack
. A tingle began in his groin, and his legs began to tremble. The desire to move overwhelmed him, and he began to rock his hips in time with Memphis, pushing down onto the hand because he needed more. God, he wanted
more
. Every time he thrust to meet the delicious invasion, Tyler let out a high-pitched keening noise.

When Memphis hit his prostate, Tyler arched his back and gasped out a “fuck.”

Christ, he wouldn’t last through the prep work at this rate.

He’d never be able to keep his voice down, either. The next thing he knew, Memphis removed his fingers and spun him around, wrapping an arm around Tyler’s waist. He hauled him back against his muscular body, a hard cock pressed along Tyler’s ass. Dazed, he watched Memphis reach for the lube again as well as the condom. When Memphis let him go to prepare himself, Tyler braced an arm against the tile, praying his ribs were sturdy enough to keep his hammering heart from breaking free. While he waited on Memphis, panic began to settle in Tyler’s chest. He’d wanted this for so long he was afraid he wouldn’t live up to the expectation.

He’d be in better shape if he’d had previous experiences to build from. He’d feel more confident if he’d had some warm-up fucks, guys who hadn’t meant that much and whose opinions about his inability to take a cock all the way without sputtering meant nothing to him. But this was
Memphis
. Tyler wanted him to be impressed. He wanted him to be ruined; he wanted his boyfriend to be every bit as broken by the event as Tyler.

The thoughts got interrupted when Memphis sank his teeth gently into Tyler’s shoulder, and Tyler automatically arched his hips back. God, he was so
ready
.

“Ty,” he murmured against his skin, gripping Tyler’s hips. “I wanna hear you say the words.”

Good Lord, Memphis expected him to
speak
?

Tyler’s voice sounded raw. “What words?”

“You know,” he said, “the words you’ve been dying to say but wouldn’t.”

One hand against the wall, Tyler turned his head to look over his shoulder and meet his gaze. Had he known all along? Had Tyler been so bad at hiding what he wanted? While the questions raced through his mind, Memphis leaned in and kissed him, pressing in deep again, his tongue stroking Tyler’s. Memphis slowly released his mouth, tugging on his lower lip as he let go. His cock nudged Tyler’s hole but didn’t press inside.

He needed Memphis inside
.

“I’m ready to answer now, so feel free to ask,” Memphis murmured.

“Fuck me?”

“Those are the words.” He raised a brow, a teasing light in his eyes. “Plus one more.”

“Please.”

Memphis’s trademark grin, a mix of cocky confidence and tender affection, slowly washed over his face. “I think I can do that.”

Eased by an overly generous amount of lube, a thick, hard heat pressed against Tyler’s hole, applying gentle pressure. Tyler’s chest froze, and when Memphis finally eased past the ring of muscle, the discomfort had Tyler forcing out a long, slow breath. His boyfriend was a big guy. He hadn’t
truly
appreciated how big until right now. Tyler panted through the burn, the stretch of taking another person into his body—God, he’d never anticipated the
stretch.
Or the feeling of invasion. The sense of being so splayed open and exposed…

But this was
Memphis
.

His boyfriend placed soothing, open-mouthed kisses down Tyler’s neck, and, a few shallow thrusts later, he was buried farther inside. And sweet heaven above, it felt
so good
. Slowly, the tension left Tyler’s body. Gradually, the burn faded away and left only pleasure. His boyfriend took his time, never demanding more than Tyler could give. He knew he could trust Memphis not to hurt him. Finally, he relaxed until, with one more arch of his hips, Memphis bottomed out.

Sparks flared behind Tyler’s eyes. “Memphis,” he whined, hating how needy he’d sounded.

“Yeah,” he said gruffly. “I know.”

Tyler had planned on remaining quiet, but that was impossible. He’d planned on holding it together, but he could feel those plans going up in flames with every stroke. Memphis spent a long time thrusting with just enough force and just enough depth to give only pleasure so Tyler relaxed and opened up completely.

And holy hell, he was pretty sure he was already there.

“Please.” The words came out with a keening, high-pitched sound. “
Please
.”

And then his boyfriend began to snap his hips forward hard, as if suddenly deciding Tyler’s body was ready and it was time for Memphis to take all he wanted, too. The noises that rose from Tyler’s throat made him sound like he was dying, and his eyes rolled back in his head. Somehow Memphis knew how to push hard but not too hard, just skirting the edges of
too much
.

Tyler began to unravel, pressing back to meet every thrust. The sense of urgency, the heart-pounding, spine-tingling need for
deeperharderfaster
grew unbearable. Despite his best intentions, he knew he wouldn’t last long. He knew he was going to come first. Why was he always the one to come first? Hands fisted, he leaned forward to prop his elbows against the tile and tip his ass in invitation for more, shoving back harder, unsure if he was going to cry out or fall apart or both. Maybe if he just concentrated on―

Memphis gently gripped Tyler’s hair with one hand, took his cock in the other, and thrust hard, hitting the sweet spot.

“Ah…” The strangled sound scraped Tyler’s throat on the way out. “Oh, my
God
.”

Maintaining the relentless rhythm, Memphis knotted his fingers more firmly in Tyler’s curls while he pressed soft kisses on the skin where Tyler’s neck met his shoulders, the tongue soothing. The hand on his cock pumped hard. All in all, an arousing and confusing mix of tender and fierce, sweet and hot, just like the man himself.

Steam enveloped them. Water pattered, broken only by the wet slap of skin on skin. Soon, Memphis had Tyler angled so that he hit his prostate with every thrust, the radiating warmth and pressurized pleasure building. With each impact, stars flashed behind Tyler’s eyes and a harsh groan escaped his mouth. He couldn’t seem to shut up. His lids stung and his legs trembled and his brain couldn’t keep up with his hammering heart. The intensity of the moment built and built and then…he broke.

The rush of pleasure swamped him, and Tyler pressed his forehead against the wall, shamelessly sobbing out incoherent words as he pulsed and pulsed hot liquid until his mind went blank.

~~~***~~~

Present-day, San Francisco

The second time Memphis woke up in Noah’s guest bedroom, his head wasn’t pounding as bad, but the sky was still dark. He rubbed his eyes and struggled to identify what had disturbed his sleep, feeling groggy and annoyed and trying to return to the really hot dream that had been so rudely interrupted.

A dream about the first time he’d fucked Tyler.

Which would explain the mind-boggling boner he had right now. Memphis bit back a groan and covered his face with his palm. Finally the sound that had woken him pierced his consciousness, a
beep beep beep
coming from the corner of the room.

He turned his head, wincing with the movement. In the dim light, he caught sight of somebody in the leather wing-back chair not far from his bed. The recliner had been stuffed in the corner between a bookcase and a bedside table. Still feeling turned on, yet drugged and sleep-deprived—a product, he suspected, of his hot dream, his head injury, and the fact that it was the middle of the freaking night—Memphis had to blink several times to clear his vision.

Tyler
.

Slumped in the chair, the man slept. He still had on pants and his button-down shirt, the fabric slightly untucked. The bloody tie was still on, though it was slightly askew, as if Tyler had pulled on the knot trying to get comfortable…in a
tie
. Who the hell could get comfortable while wearing a
tie
?

Memphis propped himself up on his elbows, his body craving sleep, his head requesting more ibuprofen, and his cock screaming for relief. All the while, the watch continued its nerve-grating beeping sound.

“Tyler,” he said, surprised by his parched throat and hoarse voice.

When nothing happened, he tried again.

“Tyler,” he called, louder this time.

When that didn’t work, Memphis picked up a pen from the bedside table and hurled it at Tyler’s chest. It hit with a
thwack
, and Tyler bolted to his feet looking as bright-eyed as if he’d already jogged ten miles, eaten breakfast, and had several cups of coffee. Interesting. He went from dead asleep to fully awake in one point two seconds.

Tyler turned off his watch. “Name?” he asked.

Memphis hiked a wry brow. “What, no foreplay?”

“Time?”

“I don’t know. You’re the one with the watch,” he said. “And FYI, that alarm is really obnoxious.”

Tyler leaned forward to pick up the pen from the floor, his movements slow. For the first time, Memphis could see the weariness in his expression. The guy couldn’t be getting decent sleep sitting up. A stab of guilt twisted in Memphis’s gut.

With a sigh, Memphis scanned the room and spied a digital clock on the dresser. “And the answer is: two o’clock in the fucking morning,” he said. “I’m fine.” He sank back against the mattress, exhausted. “Go back to sleep.”

Of course, he could have prevented this whole scenario simply by going to the ER.

No way in hell would he go back. He’d assumed he could handle it better now…until his visit with Patrick had almost ended in catastrophe. Memphis had just managed
not
to toss his cookies in front of the entire hospital staff. Voluntarily walking into that hellhole again? Heck no.

Not in this lifetime.

A
click
came from Tyler’s hand, and a small beam of light appeared. The instrument that Memphis had thought was a pen turned out to be a tiny flashlight.

“What are you doing?” Memphis asked.

“Giving up on asking you questions.”

Tyler leaned over the bed and laid his palm on Memphis’s temple, using his thumb to lift one eyelid wide. Memphis was just beginning to like the procedure that brought Ty tantalizingly closer—and, God, he remembered how that full mouth used to stretch around his cock just right—when, with a flip of his wrist, Tyler flicked the penlight in front of Memphis’s left eye. The bright white light caused a throb to skewer the base of his skull.

A boner killer if there ever was one.

“Jesus,” he said with a protest. “You’re not helping my headache.”

“Next time I bet you’ll get that CT scan,” he said smoothly, switching his hand to lift Memphis’s right eyelid.

Another flick of light, another throb at the base of his skull, and Memphis groaned. “You’re torturing me on purpose as payback, aren’t you?”

“I’d never do anything that petty,” he said.

But Memphis thought he detected a slight quirk to the man’s lips, as if biting back a smile. And then Tyler drew down the sheet, exposing Memphis’s body to the cool air and Tyler’s gaze.

Whoa.

The surge of lust woke Memphis with a vengeance, and his dull headache took a backseat to the heat scorching his veins. Was his partial hard-on now visible beneath his boxer briefs? Heart thumping harder than it should, Memphis said nothing as Tyler pushed three fingers against Memphis’s palm.

“Squeeze hard,” Tyler said.

“I like this method better than the question-and-answer sessions,” he said, his fingers still loose around Tyler’s. “What part of your body do I get to squeeze next?”

Tyler stared down at him and quirked a brow with a fake patience that amused the shit out of Memphis.

His lips twitching in humor, Memphis finally did as told, gripping Tyler’s fingers. “Next time are you gonna ask me to pull your finger?”

Tyler ignored the comment, and they repeated the procedure with his other hand. The heat lingered, and Memphis’s skin felt ultra-sensitive, as if he could still feel Tyler’s fingers. And then the man reached down and cupped the ball of Memphis’s left foot.