Disasterology 101 (21 page)

“So we can talk?” He grabbed a bunch of soft braids in his hand and pulled until Cedric looked at him. “I don’t need to leave right after we’ve finished?”

“If you still want to stay, you can.”

Clearly, Cedric didn’t think Kevin would. It made him wonder what kind of jerks he’d been with before.

Kevin took a deep, ragged breath and caressed the guy’s smooth jaw line with one thumb. “You bet your favorite pair of gloves I will.” Cedric smelled so fucking good. Musky and slightly lemony. Male. One hundred percent male.
Yes!
“That kiss lasted over three seconds,” he whispered, his lips pressed to Cedric’s throat.

“Are you complaining?” Cedric kissed him on the neck and beneath his ear, drawing Kevin’s skin against his teeth, probably marking him.

Oh, yeah!

“Fuck, no.” Kevin slid his hands down narrow hips and up a firm backside, and promptly decided a handful of Cedric’s ass was one of his new favorite things in the entire world. “I just want to take notes so that I can get a repeat.”

“Exposure and response therapy.” Cedric bent his head and kissed him again, and damned if he didn’t manage to short-circuit Kevin’s brain while he was at it. “I’ve been working on delaying the implementation of my rituals.”

“Meaning we could—oh,
fuck me
.” He squeezed his eyes shut and pushed his cock into Cedric’s gloved hand. He’d been so distracted by the kiss and trying to understand the therapy thing that he completely missed Cedric pulling his zipper down and sneaking his hand inside Kevin’s boxers. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he managed to say.

Cedric stroked him slowly, but turned his head away when Kevin tried to kiss him. “What is?”

Kevin shook his head and tried not to be too disappointed. After all, he’d already gotten what probably was a week’s worth of kisses. “The gloves,” he said, watching the head of his cock play peek-a-boo with Cedric’s fist. “I know why you wear them, but they just scream kinky to me.”

Cedric stroked him harder. “You like it?”

“It’s erotic as hell,” Kevin grunted.

“Let’s go inside,” Cedric whispered in his ear, tucking Kevin’s incredibly swollen flesh inside his jeans, but not bothering with the zipper. “You need to get in the shower.”

“Are we having dinner first or…?” Kevin pushed Cedric toward the door gently, picked up his stuff from the floor and walked inside the penthouse. “You know, after.”

“That depends on whether you want to eat more than you want me to shag you.”

Kevin locked the door and swallowed hard. “Shagging is most definitely a priority.”

“Glad you aren’t that hungry, then.”

“Oh, I’m famished.” Kevin’s gaze fixed on Cedric’s pert ass. “Hunger doesn’t even begin to describe what I’m feeling right now, but it isn’t food that I want.”

Cedric stopped in the middle of the foyer, and Kevin watched in fascination as a fiery-looking flush exploded on the side of Cedric’s face and neck. He remained completely silent while Cedric drew several deep breaths, and Kevin almost swallowed his tongue when the guy faced him; his lips parted and his eyes glazed.

Kevin perused him quickly. His stance was wide, his big hands were clutched tightly, and his sweatpants did nothing to conceal a cock so hard he’d probably be lethal.

Kevin had done this. With nothing but a kiss, and honest to God words, he’d gotten Cedric to that state of arousal.

His mouth watered. He wanted Cedric’s cock in his mouth so bad he almost dropped to his knees and pulled the guy’s pants down.

“Where’s that fucking shower?” Kevin growled, nearly swept away by a frenzy of lust he hadn’t experienced since their encounter at the sleazy sex shop.

Cedric turned around and led him through the labyrinth of luxury furniture and artwork, and up the stairs to the same bedroom Kevin had used the nights before. “Remember to leave all your stuff in the closet.” He turned on the light and stepped to the side so Kevin could enter. “If I see them I won’t be able to concentrate on anything other than finding a proper place for them.”

“Got it.” Kevin walked straight to the attached bathroom, not daring to peek at the bed, or else he’d push Cedric on top of it. “Don’t go anywhere,” he said over his shoulder. “I’ll be out in five minutes, and I expect you to be ready and waiting.”

“Forty-five.”

Kevin left his backpack and hard hat by the double sink and sat on the toilet. “Come again?”

“You must wash for thirty minutes at the very least, so you’ll need forty-five.”

He dropped one boot on the floor and started unlacing the other, slightly annoyed by Cedric’s demand, but trying not to show it. “I can be way faster than that.”

“I don’t care if you think you only need five seconds to lather up your arsehole,” Cedric responded through gritted teeth, prompting Kevin to forget about getting naked and pay attention when the guy stood by the door. “A thirty minute shower is non-negotiable, and you’ll need time to douche and take care of your bowel. Unless you started the preparation work at some point last night, and haven’t eaten anything today?”

“I-I-I was hungry,” Kevin stammered, and damned if he didn’t sound like a total dumbass. Then again, it was kind of hard to follow up when one was yanked from pleasure heaven, and shoved into the land of physiological technicalities.

“Exactly how new are you at this?”

“Not that new,” he grumbled. That was one subject they hadn’t discussed, and all of a sudden Kevin felt reluctant to say he’d never been with another man. He was also pissed off to no end at Cedric’s apparent experience. He might be a germaphobe, but somehow he managed to get around, and Kevin didn’t like that at all. “I did prep, if you must know,” he added, mortified to be having this conversation. But he should’ve expected it. He should’ve known the mechanics and sanitation aspects of anal sex were something a man with Cedric’s issues would have no qualms discussing.

“What does that mean?” Cedric pushed for details. “It’s important that I know this, Kevin. I’m not all that experienced myself, and—”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Cedric finished with an annoyed look, the original topic of their conversation apparently forgotten. Hygiene. That had been it. It had nothing to do with comfort.

Kevin took a deep breath and glanced around the bathroom, noticing for the first time it was almost as big as his entire apartment.

Christ.

“Kevin?”

He really didn’t want to answer, but he knew Cedric was right. It’d be stupid to withhold the information out of misplaced pride and have to suffer the consequences later.

“I’ve yet to be with a man,” he admitted softly, looking at Cedric straight in the eye.

“Be thorough with that douche, okay?” Cedric nudged Kevin’s leg with a bare foot, then proceeded to knock his socks off by grabbing his right hand—the same one Kevin had just used to take his boots off—and softly kissing the back of it. “I’ll be ready and waiting for you…in forty-five.”

Kevin stared at the closed bathroom door long after the guy was gone, not quite sure how he felt about the turn of events. On the one hand, he didn’t appreciate being treated like a child. Having Cedric telling him how to clean up
and
the amount of time he should spend doing it wasn’t something he envisioned as part of their encounter. He was thirty-six years old, and he had common sense. He didn’t need fucking instructions. Not to mention, he might’ve acted like an idiot when Cedric asked him, but he knew what to do and what to expect. He’d invested a lot of time exploring his body in anticipation of bottoming at some point.

On the other hand, he couldn’t forget it
was
germaphobia and OCD that Cedric was dealing with. He’d trusted Kevin with the particulars of his condition, and smiled as if he’d been given a precious present when Kevin told him he still wanted to go out with him.

He took a deep breath and pushed his boots against the bathroom wall before unbuckling his belt.

He’d known having sex with Cedric would be complicated, but—

Correction.

He thought he’d known it would be complicated, but the truth was, he’d had no idea how complicated, and he couldn’t hold it against Cedric if the reality of it all had just slapped him across the face. It wasn’t the guy’s fault. He’d been pretty honest, and it was up to Kevin to figure out how to handle it.

Besides, not even the awkwardness of the moment had deterred him from wanting to be with Cedric. Kevin was still hard as a rock. He knew damned well he’d do anything in his power to help Cedric feel comfortable, and in turn, get his fucking cherry popped. That’s not to say he didn’t feel his face go from pale to red and back to pale when he spotted the enema kit next to the towels, but he finished undressing and grabbed the damn thing. If he was lucky, the party would start early and he’d hit his prostate in the process.

§ § §

“Shit, fuck, fuck!” Cedric sputtered around a mouthful of toothpaste. “Way to kill the mood, you bloody wanker.” He rinsed his mouth and splashed cold water on his face. “What the hell’s wrong with you?” he asked his reflection. “What’s it going to take to get it through your head? Kevin is nothing like the guys you’ve met before.” He turned off the faucet and gave himself a dirty look. “A little more tact wouldn’t have hurt. Give the chap the credit he deserves and stop treating him the same way you do the guys you usually shag.”

He dried his hands, hung the towel and walked into his bedroom. Forty minutes had passed since he left Kevin, and he couldn’t stop wondering if the guy was getting ready or figuring out a way of backing out without offending him.

He’s a virgin
, he thought frantically.
I’ll be his first
.

“One…two…three…”

What if I fuck up?

He opened a drawer, grabbed a pair of football shorts and a sleeveless undershirt and put them on. No underwear. He wanted to be easily accessible in case he couldn’t work up the mental strength to get fully naked.

What if I make the experience terrible for him?

“…twelve…thirteen…fourteen…”

What if I lose my erection? What if I can’t have an orgasm?

What if Kevin left?

“… twenty… twenty-one…twenty-two…twenty-three…”

If that happened, Cedric was prepared to follow him to bloody New Jersey, and beg for yet another chance if he had to. There was too much want in his mind… too much need in his heart for him to be able to ignore it… and his body had better cooperate and get with the program.

I need to tell him… He needs to know how it’s been for me… and how it can be now.

“…twenty-seven…twenty-eight…”

Please Lord, please. Don’t let me fuck this up.

He was out of his element. He pretended to be confident, but the truth was he didn’t have the foggiest idea how to be with a chap he liked.

A shag.

That’s what he thought would happen between him and Kevin when they first met. A mentally-timed, rubber-protected thrusting and spurting of Cedric’s seed inside a stranger’s arse, mainly to prove to himself he had no problems getting it up.

No touching, no caressing, and no looking at each other.

The fact that Cedric had followed Kevin inside a sex shop instead of picking him out of some high-end escort service catalogue shouldn’t have made a difference.

But then Kevin slammed him against a filthy wall and stole a mind-blowing kiss, and Cedric hadn’t been able to stop dreaming about something different ever since. All their dates in the past week had only made it worse.

Not going to happen, mate. Don’t go thinking someone like him might want to keep you.

“…thirty-nine…forty…forty-one…forty-two…”

He put his gloves on.

What if he doesn’t want to come back after tonight?