Don't Read in the Closet: Volume Four (132 page)

miles. The local Trooper was here for a souvenir fuck.

“Shut. The fuck. Up.” Nik shoved. Jurgen wasn’t prepared for it,

and it actually made him let go and back up a few steps. The big dumb

asshole was too solid to stumble.

“Sorry, Trooper, but your belt’s going to be missing a notch. You

aren’t getting any from me.”

Jurgen stared at him. His nostrils flared for a split second, but that

was it for reaction. Slowly, Nik looked him up and down, making it as

insulting as possible. He paused to stare at Jurgen’s (impressive)

boner, sneering.

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Finally he met Jurgen’s eyes again. “I’ve already met my Nazi

quota for this lifetime.” Nik turned around and marched across the

parking lot.

It took a special kind of resolve to march across gravel barefoot,

but he was so there. Unfortunately, he had to thank Jurgen for getting

him there. Credit where credit was due, and all. He could be fair-

minded when necessary.

Nik hit the porch steps and quashed an urge to look back. He

knew Dammerung was still back there, watching him. He could feel it.

He put some extra sway in his ass and kept going, around the corner

to the apartment entrance. Let the fucker see what he’d never have.

It really was one of his better exits.

Too bad Jurgen ruined it.

As soon as Nik turned the corner, he heard boots crunching across

the gravel. He didn’t sound like he was hurrying, but somehow Jurgen

was on the porch before Nik rounded the back of the building. By the

time he had his hand on the screen door handle, Jurgen’s hand was

holding it shut.

“Seriously?” Jurgen said.

What?
Nik was frozen, hand gripping the screen door. “What?”

He found himself looking at Jurgen’s hand, planted, finger’s splayed,

next to his head. He had a light dusting of blond hair on his knuckles.

Nik could feel the heat from Jurgen’s forearm on his ear.

When had the porch light come on?

“You think you’re some kind of what? Trophy fuck?”

Nik closed his eyes. He wasn’t having this conversation.

Especially not with the Blond God of Gay Police Officers.

Yet again, his mouth betrayed him. “Are you saying I’m not?”

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“Yes.”

Nik opened his eyes and yanked on the handle. Not surprisingly,

the screen door didn’t budge.

“What made you think that?”

Nik closed his eyes again, and slowly let his head sink against the

door. Then he beat his forehead against it a couple of times, the screen

giving under his head. In terms of distracting himself with pain, it was

pretty ineffective.

Jurgen didn’t move. Shockingly.

“I was a point of some curiosity here in this little hick town,” Nik

finally said.

Jurgen’s voice was a little slow in coming. “So, some bi-curious

hick—white—boy came along one night and what? Lured you into his

truck and then fucked you?”

Nik snorted. “C’mon, give me
some
credit. I blew him.” His voice

sounded weird, smashed up against the screen like that.

“And he said that? He liked how your dark lips looked on his

dick?”

Trooper Straight Talk didn’t like to mince words, did he? Nik

shrugged, head still on the screen. He was probably getting a grid

pattern smashed into his head. “Something like that.”

“More than one?”

More than one what? Oh. Guy. “I only fell for it once, but yes,

more than one guy came around here looking for some while I was in

high school.”

“Did they all say that? It was because you weren’t white?”

“What is this, a police investigation? No, they had more brains

than to admit it upfront.”

Jurgen was silent a while, and they stood there. Nik’s head still

resting on the screen door, Jurgen tensed behind him.

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Nik felt strangely comfortable.

Jurgen’s voice startled him. “How did they even know you were

gay?”

“C’mon, Trooper, you must have a pretty good idea by now that

my reaction to feeling insecure is to get loud and proud.” Nik didn’t

have the energy to put any snark in his voice.

“You don’t think it was just because you were the only openly gay

guy around? You weren’t the only dark skinned guy around. Half the

county’s hispanic.”

That’s not the same thing.
Nik just bit back his knee-jerk response.

“How many of them are openly gay? Besides, they have a whole

community. I’m one Indian boy raised among white people.”

Jurgen sighed. It was a weird sound, coming from him, hinting at

actual emotion. Emotion other than lust.

Was lust an emotion?

“I wasn’t thinking of you as a trophy fuck.”

“Ah. That’s so sweet.”

Jurgen stepped in closer behind him. Nik began to regret not

moving away from the door. If he did it now, it would be a clear

retreat. He lifted his head from the screen and pressed his palms

against it.

“I’m not going to lie to you, the idea of seeing your skin against

mine makes me hot.”

Nik stiffened even more. Running away was looking increasingly

appealing.

“It’s part of the package, Nik. I’d want you if you were white, too.

The fact that you aren’t is just an added dimension. Thing is, I think

you’d like it, too.”

Nik swallowed. “No. I wouldn’t.” Would he?

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Nik could feel the heat of Jurgen’s chest against his back. Jurgen’s

other hand came to rest on the other side of the screen door.

Running away wasn’t really an option anymore. He was trapped.

Which should be alarming and frightening, but… wasn’t. His heart was

pounding, but it had more to do with how arousing it was to have

Jurgen crowding in behind him, not quite touching, but letting Nik

know he was there. That he’d blocked off escape.

When Jurgen spoke, his lips tickled Nik’s spine, making him

jump. “I think you should see it.”

“See what?” Nik sounded like he hadn’t had water in a month.

“What it looks like when I wrap my hand around your cock. I

won’t even watch. We can stay just like this.” Jurgen’s lips were a

little bit chapped, and the rough touch of them traced up and across

Nik’s neck, to just below his ear.

“You can have it all to yourself. You can see my hand wrap

around your dark skin. Dark and light. I bet you’re that purple-brown

color, aren’t you? And when the blood’s filling your dick and your

heart is pounding in your ear drums because you’re about to blow, the

head of your cock gets dark purple, and shiny-smooth. Right then,

Nik, you’ll look and you’ll see my thumb sweep across the head. I’ll

look so pale next to you. It’ll be some white man, jerking you, and he

won’t even get the pleasure of seeing it. All for you.”

Ugh. Cotton-mouth. Nik swallowed a couple of times. “Please.”

Giving Jurgen exactly what he wanted, but it was really for Nik, right,

so it was okay. He pushed back against Jurgen, rubbing his ass into

Jurgen’s hard cock, unable to help himself. He needed what Jurgen

was offering.

Jurgen was so smooth he could unsnap and unzip one handed.

“Love that sound,” he murmured.

“Huh?” Nik was already panting, watching Jurgen’s fingers against

his boxers, slipping into the fly. He held his breath, waiting to feel

fingers.

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Jurgen’s hand stilled. “Zippers.”

What?

“You watching, Nik?” Jurgen’s voice in his ear.

He nodded.

“Okay, I’ll make this good.”

“Touching me would be a start.” Nik squeezed his eyes shut, for

just a second, but when he felt Jurgen’s hand move he opened them

again. It was moving the wrong way, out instead of further in.

Nik whimpered in protest. He felt Jurgen’s smile against his neck.

Then Jurgen’s hand was at his waist, shoving his shorts and boxers

down. For a split second it occurred to Nik to be grateful they couldn’t

be seen by anyone back here, now that his ass was hanging out. Then

Jurgen was pressed up so tight against him, anyone who saw them

would think he was humping his parents’ store. Nik planted his hands

against the sides of the door, keeping enough space between himself

and the screen to see.

Worn out denim rubbed against his bare skin, hot against his ass

where Jurgen’s erection was still locked in his jeans. Nik squeezed his

eyes shut a second, but they jerked open when he felt Jurgen’s hand

wrap around him. “Oh.” He watched Jurgen stroke his fingers across

that extra-sensitive skin just under the head of his dick, and

shuddered.

Looking down, Jurgen’s paler hand on his dark skin, Nik had a

weird shift in reality that literally made his world tilt and go fuzzy.

Jurgen’s touch anchored him, the movement of his fingers brought

everything back into focus. He was feeling around, learning Nik’s

skin. Tracing up the big vein on the underside, pressing against it.

Following the circumcision scar with this fingers, then squeezing.

Circling the head with his thumb.

Had anyone ever taken that kind of time to learn him before?

Jurgen was keeping Nik worked up, shuddering, but it would never be

quite enough to finish him off. Nik made a moan of protest.

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Jurgen, the jerk, chuckled. Then he cupped his other hand under

Nik’s balls. “Oh fuck.” Nik could feel his heartbeat running fast on

Jurgen’s palm. His skin felt thin, barely protecting him from sensory

overload. His sac got the same treatment his dick had, the exploring

and rubbing. Fingertips stroking up the back side, pressing on his

taint.

Oh. Oh, shit, that was…. Fuck. About ten million little sparks. For

a second it overwhelmed the intense pleasure of having his dick held

so firmly in Jurgen’s hand, and the feel of Jurgen rocking slightly,

pushing himself against Nik’s ass, still trapped in his jeans. That was

so hot. Jurgen trapped, holding Nik naked in his hand. Nik moaned.

Jurgen slowly stroked his hand up, covering the tip of Nik’s cock,

blocking out all his dark skin. In the middle of the spine-tingling rush

that brought, it hit Nik what he really needed.

Nik wrapped his hand around Jurgen’s.
Yin and yang.
Nice of his

inner dork to join in. Thank god he hadn’t said it out loud.

“Mmmmm, that’s good.” Jurgen was groaning. He rocked his hips

harder. Nik squeezed. His hand wasn’t as big as Jurgen’s.

Jurgen gripped him tighter at Nik’s urging and started stroking

seriously, thrusting against Nik, pushing him into the door. Nik

pushed back, needing to see. Jurgen’s hand was rough and it caught

against Nik’s skin, and Nik squeezed tighter around it. Jurgen groaned

again. Breathing heavily into Nik’s ear. He started putting a twist into

each downstroke, and Nik gasped then moaned the breath out. High

pitched, short moans every time Jurgen cranked his hand. Everything

got slicker and faster as Nik oozed out more and more pre-cum.

Nik’s hips started taking over, thrusting into their hands, Jurgen

pushing him with his own thrusts. Nik was unable to stop watching

that light hand around his swollen cock, his darker hand around it. He

fought to keep his eyes open, because he wanted this so bad, to see

this. Maybe he’d always wanted it. He wanted his cum all over that

hand, wanted Jurgen to call him ‘Sir’ for a wild second.

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He wanted Jurgen in his ass. “Fuck, Jurgen!” His ass clenched at

the thought of being fucked while fucking Jurgen’s fist, setting off a

chain reaction of spasms behind his balls. He was shooting into the

screen door, hips thrusting wildly, eyes screwed shut. He was all