Knave of Broken Hearts (18 page)

As he stood, Ken twisted, reached up with his other hand, and captured Jim’s head. In one smooth, undrunken move, he pulled Jim down and captured his mouth with lips so heavenly Jim gasped like he’d been shot from a cannon straight to heaven. That intake of breath succeeded in pulling Ken’s tongue deep into his mouth.
Oh sweet baby Jesus.
Soft, hot, silky, wet, and determined to reach Jim’s tonsils. The moan he heard maybe came from Ken. Maybe not. But wrapping his arms around Ken’s tall frame and slanting his head to get better access to his mouth was all his own idea.

This stacked up as a first among firsts. Yeah, Ken Tanaka had given him the blow job of the century, but Jim had had blow jobs from Hiro. Not as world class. Still memorable. But never in all the years of their friendship had he ever kissed Hiro. Too intimate. Too committed. Did this make him gay?
Do. Not. Care.

The next moan came from his gut. Ken stood all the way up and somehow managed to kick his jeans off his legs and across the floor, leaving the whole bottom half of him bare-assed and full-cocked. He used the inch or so he had on Jim in height to push him back over the exam table, rutting his hips against Jim’s while he plundered his mouth with a fucking tongue. Couldn’t get close enough.
Want to burrow inside and live in his body.

Ken snaked a hand down and, with the dexterity of a man used to examining delicate body parts, managed to unfasten Jim’s snap at the waist and pull down his zipper. Heat slipped inside Jim’s boxer briefs and warm fingers wrapped his painfully throbbing cock and extracted it from its too-confined space. Ken pulled back from the kiss and gazed into Jim’s eyes as he cranked his cock. “Don’t want to suck you because I want you to come in my ass.”

Wait. Suck.
Jim reached down and grabbed Ken’s blissfully moving hand. “Hang on. Are you gonna remember this tomorrow? Because if you don’t, or pretend you don’t, I’m gone. Got it? You’ll never get rescued by old Sir Bangalot again.”

Some piece clicked into a puzzle in Ken’s eyes. “You mean—?”

“Just tell me you’re going to remember.”

Ken grabbed Jim’s chin and kissed him hard. “No matter what happens, I’ll never forget.”

Considering his own shaky life situation, that was about as good as it got. “Then turn over and show me how to fuck you before I come all over your exam room.”

“Man, that is one romantic invitation.” A smile spread across Ken’s face that made damned suns rise and comets cross skies. “Be right back.”

“What?”

Bare behind glistening in the light of only one lamp, Ken trotted out of the room.
What the hell?
A couple of seconds later, he ran back in with a condom and a tube of lube so huge he must use it to examine elephants.

Whoa.
That made it real. He was about to fuck a guy. Suddenly his knees felt weak, and he leaned against the exam table. Ken pressed against him. “Scared?”

“Yeah.”

“Nothing to worry about. Close your eyes and pretend I’m female.”

“That sure as fuck won’t do the job.”

“No?”

“No.”

“You saying you want to fuck me?”

“I wouldn’t be doing it otherwise.”

Ken leaned in and grabbed their two dicks in one of his hands. “Feel that? How perfect it is? I’ve wanted to welcome you into my ass since the moment I laid eyes on you in that damned ballroom. I would gladly have pulled you into the men’s room and leaned over before I knew your name. That’s how hot you make me. All I think about is you. Fucking embarrassing, but there it is. Get that thing in me fast.” He yanked their cocks a couple of times for good measure, then scooted to the side and bent over the table, pointing that ass that ought to be declared a weapon of mass destruction right at Jim. “Stick some lube in my ass and some on your cock. Easy.”

Couldn’t catch his breath. Ken had to be the sexiest human on earth. He’d made him up from comics and dreams. Sleepwalking, Jim grabbed the lube while he stared at that perfect butt. His cock was going in there. Scenes from his comic flashed. His hero leaning over the edge of a couch while the big blond guy reamed him over and over. Jesus, he did make this up.

“Put some in me. Feel how hot it is.” Ken reached back and pulled his ass cheeks apart.

Oh crap, gonna faint.
A sweet, pink pucker stared at Jim, inviting. Welcoming. Jim squeezed a little lube on his index finger and touched it to the tight hole. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

“It burns, but really good. Put it in.”

Jim pressed his digit against the pucker and it gave way easily, sucking his finger in. Sweet God, it was hot, just like Ken promised. And smooth. He pushed deeper and explored, feeling little ridges.

“Oh.” Ken jumped, and Jim ripped his finger out.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, dear. Quite the contrary. That’s my prostate and it feels fabulous. Now do it with your cock.”

Oh Jesus. Don’t think.
He ripped the condom package and slid on the rubber, then squeezed some lube into his hand and stroked it on his sheathed cock. The dick clearly knew what it wanted because even though there was a high risk he might pass out, his cock strained toward its goal as he slathered it.
Fuck Ken. Fuck Ken.

Okay. Okay.
“You ready?”

“Fuck me!”

“Okay.”
Here goes.
He lined up his cockhead with the awaiting hole. “I’m in danger of coming just looking at your ass.” Jesus, did he say that out loud?

“Make sure you’re inside when it happens, darling.”

Inside. Oh man, inside Ken Tanaka.
He closed his eyes and pushed. Pressure on his cockhead and nothing else. “I thought you said this would be easy.”

“Push, dammit.”

He pushed harder this time with eyes open, staring at the target.
Look at that.
The head turned kind of white from the pressure while the pucker stretched and got shinier and—
Je-sus!
He popped inside. Shit, he was inside a guy. No, wait. He was inside his dreams. He pushed harder and his cock furrowed through a hot, silky tunnel, closer and closer into the inferno that was Ken Tanaka. Squeezed beyond reckoning, dragged with the most perfect friction, massaged by the twists and turns of that channel. Like heaven. Surely. “Oh my God, I didn’t know.”

Ken kind of giggled. “You like?”

“Sweet Jesus.” He pulled out and pushed in harder. “Oh God.”

“Yes, like that. Hard. You can’t hurt me. I want all of you.”

Jim leaned both arms on the table beside Ken and popped his hips like a jackhammer he’d used many times.
Bam, bam, bam.
Feels. So. Good.
His breath came so hard he could hear it over his heart hammering. “Oh God.”

“Yes, Jim. Yes. More, please.”

More. Ken wanted more. He even said please. Jim buried his lips against Ken’s neck and bit as he pounded his hips. Ken wailed and it shivered through Jim’s whole body. Never in his life had he felt like this. Like some jacking animal that never wanted to stop. Like if he died of a heart attack right now, he’d die perfectly happy. Lights flashed behind his closed eyes and heat bubbled so hot in his balls, they had to explode. “Have to come.” He nibbled against Ken’s neck, then sucked harder. “Don’t want to. Can I fuck you forever?”

“Yes, please. We’ll make medical history. Coitus uninterruptus.” Ken laughed and howled at the same time. “Oh God, Jim. I’m there. Coming. Coming.”

Jim reached down for Ken’s cock in time to catch a handful of spunk shooting out so hard it made his hand tingle. Sweet Jesus, he’d made Ken come.

An arrow of ecstasy shot up his spine as his balls squeezed until they hurt, and jets of pleasure fired into the condom inside that ass that had launched all his wet dreams. “Oh Goooood.” He was coming into Ken Tanaka’s body, and that was so perfect it made him shiver as he convulsed through one, two, three shudders of orgasm. How long had it been since he’d really climaxed? Not since—Hiro. Ten years.

His body kept shaking as he collapsed over Ken and tried to catch his breath. A half sigh, half laugh bubbled out of him. “You told me to reduce stress. You could be the death of me.”

A smothered giggle escaped from under him. “I also told you exercise was good for you.”

“You’re all heart. Want to work me up a regular exercise routine, doc?”

For a second all went quiet. Then that soft, satiny voice said, “Yeah. I’d like that.” Ken slowly rose up, pushing Jim’s slug of a body, and crawled onto the exam table. He lay on his side and patted the space in front of him. Jim raised an eyebrow. “You think I’m gonna fit up there with you?”

“If we get close enough.”

That sounded good. He crawled up and, with some careful jigsaw-puzzle fitting, they managed to get their parts side by side. Ken ran a finger down Jim’s cheek, which in the midst of a lot of intimacy, felt the most personal of all. “Tell me something. Why did you say I had to remember this?”

“Because you didn’t remember giving me a blow job the night you stayed at my place.”

Ken nodded. “I see. I thought I dreamed it—because of the drug. But it was a very happy dream for me.”

Jim glanced away.

“So you wanted me to remember.”

Jim shrugged.

“What does that mean?”

Oh hell.
“I guess for a few minutes I felt like I was ready to admit I wanted more, but when you didn’t remember, it made it easy to deny the whole thing.”

“You wanted to admit you’re gay?”

Jim frowned. “I wanted to admit I like you.”

“Have you ever been with a guy before?”

“Yeah. A long time ago. But only women since then.”

“Which do you like better?”

“You.”

Ken laughed. “I’m honored.”

The words popped out before he could retrieve them. “No reason. I’m at the back of a very long line.”

Ken stilled and then sighed. “Yes. It’s complicated.”

“Not like my life isn’t.” Jim pushed up on his forearm, threatening to fall off the table. “This was probably a crap idea.”

Ken touched his cheek again. “No. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I forgot I blew you, or at least that I didn’t admit remembering, but I’m not sorry I did it. And I’m not sorry about this.”

Easy for Ken to say. Am I sorry?
“It doesn’t change anything.”

“No.” He looked up through his lashes. “But I wouldn’t mind doing it again—sometime.”

Jim slid off the table, then hopped up and sat on the edge next to Ken, who was still lying on his side. Must look funny, both of them bare-assed. He glanced at Ken. No. Nothing funny about that much beauty. “I have this secret kink.”

“Oh really? I’m very intrigued.”

“I love yaoi.”

“That’s not really so kinky, except maybe that it’s primarily drawn for cute girls in pink bows.” He laughed.

“I don’t love all yaoi. Just a certain series with this hero who looks—like you. When I first saw you, I about passed out.” He raised his shoulders and dropped them on a long breath. “So I guess that’s why I’m so attracted to you.”

“And the guys you were with before?”

“Guy. One. His name was—is Hiro.”

“You don’t see him anymore?”

“No.” The pain flashed through his chest. “I wrecked his life and that was that.”

Ken sounded far away. Like the psychiatrist on his couch Jim had refused to see. “How did you do that?”

“My mom found the yaoi novels, and I said they were Hiro’s. She called his mom. They sent him back to Japan. End of story.”

“Were they Hiro’s novels?”

“I told myself I bought them for him, but they were really mine. I was just scared to admit it to my mother.”

“You know that now. Did you know it then?”

“Maybe not.”

“How old were you?”

“Just turned sixteen.”

“What happened?”

“I left home the day after I found out about Hiro. Never went back.”

“Jesus, Jim.”

He took a deep breath and let it out. “I guess I never learn. Those yaoi novels have been fucking up my life for ten years.” He glanced at Ken. “And they’re still doing it.”

Ken’s brows pulled together, and he sat up slowly. “How do you figure that?”

“Life would be one fuck of a lot easier if I wasn’t attracted to you.”

“Because of the building owner?”

Jim nodded.

“She seems interested in you.”

“Asked me out.” That sounded a little cockier than he intended.

“Oh? Not a business excuse?” A funny look crossed Ken’s face. Could have been jealousy. That would be nice.

“Nope. Full-on date. Go to a play. Get dinner. Doesn’t sound businessy to me.”

“When?”

“Saturday night.”

“You going to say yes?”

“I don’t know what to do. This woman means a lot to Billy’s business.”

“I doubt Billy expects you to sleep your way to the top.”

Jim frowned. “That’s harsh.”

“Sorry. It’s what Willings said to me when he saw you with that woman and her father.”

Jim hopped off the table and walked to the dark frame of the window. “I’d expect something like that from him. Asshole.”

“Still, there’s some truth to it.”

Jim looked over his shoulder at Ken and tried to see past the breathtaking face to the gay player beyond.
Get serious, Carney. He’s amazing, but what can you be to him but another notch on his bedpost?

Ken cocked his head. “You’re thinking pretty hard.”

He stared out at the building lights. “Yes, well, the fact is that she’s an attractive woman who likes me and happens to have a lot of money and connections that are valuable. Her father even seems to think I’m okay.”
Hell, what are you talking yourself into?

“But you don’t like women.”

He caught his breath. Didn’t he like women? Some invisible scale rocked back and forth in his heart. Shit, maybe Ken Tanaka made women look simple. “I like women okay. She may not be you, but then, you’re not her either, are you?”

That got a fast glance and dark scowl from Ken. “I don’t have a rich father I can dangle in front of you to forward your career.”