Love Starved (17 page)

The world slowed, and it wasn’t until Micah’s wandering hands encountered the harsh barrier of a waistband minutes later that he resurfaced. Angel was breathing fast, his lips red and his pupils blown wide, and Micah didn’t think he’d ever seen a more beautiful man in his life.

“May I?” he asked, tracing the buckle of Angel’s belt.

A whispered “Yes” was the only answer he needed. It was like unpacking a gift, every step careful and deliberate: unbuckling Angel’s belt, sliding the button through its hole, dragging the zipper down, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of Angel’s pants and watching as they slid down his legs until he stood there in nothing but his tight-fitting red boxer-briefs.

Micah traced his fingers over the outline of Angel’s erection through the soft cotton. He’d never wanted anyone’s cock so much—to see it, touch it. Have it. With a tiny nod of encouragement from Angel, he stripped off that last layer.

His fingers reached out of their own accord, skimming the satiny-smooth warmth, exploring every dip and curve, every vein, every ridge, but not doing anything more than that. Not yet.

“Can I take yours off, too?” Angel asked after patiently submitting to Micah’s exploration. His voice had become breathy, and a clear drop of pre-come had gathered in the slit of his cock. Micah swiped it with a fingertip, spreading the slippery moisture around the head. Angel gasped.

“Yes,” Micah said, tearing himself away and lying back down. “You can.”

Almost before the words were out of his mouth, his briefs were down and then off, and Angel was flicking his tongue over Micah’s nipple, tracing kisses down his stomach, his breath tickling as he murmured, “You’re so beautiful like this” into the skin above Micah’s navel. His intentions were clear, and even though Micah’s cock couldn’t be happier to accept where this was heading, there was something he wanted more right now.

“Wait,” he said, putting his hand on Angel’s shoulder. Angel stopped immediately.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Everything is very, very right. But I want to reciprocate first.”

“Oh, that’s okay. You don’t have to.” Angel shrugged and tried to lean back in, but Micah’s hand on his shoulder didn’t let go.

Micah smiled and shook his head. “Did you miss the part when I said I want to?”

He really did. He’d never had much chance to explore with Brian, who’d always rushed to his orgasm, with no detours or unnecessary prolonging, as if it was the single ultimate goal of his life. Having Angel here, naked, hot and willing, was a gift Micah wasn’t going to waste, and he had only just begun to acquaint himself with it. He wanted to touch and kiss him everywhere and gauge reactions, Angel’s and his own, to learn about his own sexual needs and get as much pleasure as he could from this night.

“I’m definitely not going to say no.” Angel shot him an easy smile and sat cross-legged on the bed. “I’m all yours; do whatever you want.”

So Micah did. He laid Angel down and traced the contours of his body with his fingers, then followed with his lips—a slow, indulgent path from his jaw and neck, through the hollows of his clavicles, with a long detour where licking and sucking on his dusky pink nipples evoked the most beautifully vocal reactions. He followed the feedback, tracing the most sensitive spots, using his tongue, his lips, to make Angel moan and squirm and arch his hips.

“What’s your stand on hickeys?” Micah murmured into the delicate skin between his neck and shoulder, and Angel shivered under his caress.

“Go ahead.”

It seemed to drive him crazy when Micah sucked on that spot, every graze of his teeth, every distinct red mark vivid against Angel’s skin rewarded with moans, and oh, was it a heady feeling to reduce a man to a panting, whimpering mess before even getting to his dick. He rolled Angel to his stomach and straddled his thighs, covered Angel’s body and kissed the back of his neck, stroked his wide shoulders. His body hummed with pleasure, all the skin-on-skin contact giving him a serotonin high, and he stayed, just soaking in the warmth, with his lips on the nape of Angel’s neck until he was ready to move on.

Up close, there were a few thin pink scars on Angel’s back where the skin had been broken a mere month ago, and Micah kissed every single one of them, and then kissed some more when that made Angel groan and hump the bed. Sensitive back—that was new, and a good thing to explore.

His cock slid along the crack between the plushy cushions of Angel’s ass cheeks and Micah rocked his hips, not pushing deeper, just enjoying the way he was tucked, nice and tight, into the spot that felt as though it was made for it.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Angel’s voice came lower, gravelly, his hips arching to meet Micah’s gentle movements. “You can fuck me. I want you to.”

It was tempting—oh, so tempting. Micah had had a few chances to top, but since Brian only bottomed when he was drunk and in the right mood, and even then always wanted it fast, it was another of those things that Micah hoped to experience at his own pace. But his own pace, right now, meant
not yet
. With one last press against the inviting softness, he pulled back to kneel.

“Maybe later,” he said, his hands sliding down to the curves of Angel’s ass.

It was round and firm, each cheek the perfect size for his hand, and Micah kneaded and squeezed the succulent flesh for a moment, humming in appreciation. Then, in a flash of boldness, he pushed the cheeks apart to look. A dark pink asterisk lay tight and inviting in a stretch of soft hairless skin. Mesmerized, he stroked the tip of one finger lightly down the cleft. Angel shuddered and moaned, his hips canting into the sheets again.

“Are you trying to make me come rubbing against your bed?” came a muffled question.

“Mmm, no, I want to watch you as you come in my hand.”

Angel quickly flipped onto his back, and the delicious display was over, but the view now before Micah was no less inviting. Slowly, wonderingly, he stroked his hands up Angel’s thighs to where his cock was waiting, heavy and pink; the hair under his belly button was matted with pre-come. Micah reached for the lubricant that had appeared next to the pillow, and then finally did what he’d been tempted to do all evening.

Angel’s cock fit in his hand as if it was made to be there.

They did take a shower,
after all. The mess of come and lubricant was everywhere, and Angel, loose-limbed and sated, had a mischievous spark in his eyes when he proposed showering together. Watching Angel as he came had left Micah on edge, so close that he’d considered just finishing himself off while Angel was still trembling with the aftershocks. But there were better ways to climax, and a blowjob in the shower was definitely one of them.

But Angel didn’t seem to have any inclination to go there. He reached to pull Micah close to him and kissed him thoroughly under the stream of hot water, his lips slick and his body so close it drove Micah crazy, but then he stepped back to lather himself with the ginger-scented body wash. He stroked Micah’s cock with a soapy hand, a few light slides that made Micah’s eyes roll back, and then reached to squeeze his ass, sliding slippery fingers between his cheeks for a moment of delicious friction that was over too soon. Micah arched for more, but Angel grinned and turned to rinsing the soap off his skin. By the time they stepped out of the shower, Micah was pouting.

“You are such a tease.”

“I would only be a tease if I didn’t plan to deliver.” Angel winked at him.

“Do you?”

“Of course. That’s why I’m here. Will you let me try something?”

At this point, Micah was pretty much ready to try anything, but he asked cautiously, “What is it?”

“You’ll see. If you don’t like it, just tell me, okay?”

Angel led him back to the bed, laying him down on the pillows and settling between his parted thighs, and just the warmth of his breath was enough to make Micah squirm, yearning to be touched. But he felt only a few kitten licks up his cock before Angel’s lips traced lower, over his balls, and then lower still as his knees were gently pushed up and apart, and Micah’s shocked exhalation turned into a loud moan as the tip of a warm tongue circled his hole. He thought he should protest, because it surely couldn’t be hygienic, but every slide of Angel’s tongue rendered him more speechless and soon all he could do was hang on for dear life, his knees pulled up to his chest to give Angel better access.

His voice was getting hoarse and he could come at any second—as soon as he touched himself—but this was too good to stop for something so momentary as an orgasm. Not yet, not when Angel’s tongue was doing wicked things to him: soft, then firm and pointed, and never stopping, and soon Micah thought he would die if he didn’t get more. He must have said that out loud because the next thing he knew, a finger was sliding into him, slender and slick; the tongue never stopped its magic dance, and Micah keened and thrashed, and still didn’t come, still didn’t want to.

The finger was replaced by two, and then something bigger, and Micah knew it couldn’t be a cock, not with Angel’s tongue tracing figure eights over his balls. It didn’t matter, though, because the thing somehow pressed against all the best spots as it moved, and it moved with unfailing rhythm, right, right,
perfect
. He was coming, only in little dribbles—and then lips moved up his cock, a tongue teased just under the head, and he really was coming all over his belly. His muscles locked up with the intensity of it, his head swam and the sounds coming out of his mouth were like nothing he’d ever heard himself produce, burning his dry throat.

Angel knelt between Micah’s useless
legs, smiling like the cat that got the cream when Micah managed to open his eyes. Micah didn’t even try to return the smile. His muscles felt like jelly; his nerves still vibrated with little tremors. He managed to catch his breath enough to rasp, “Fuck me now.”

Angel’s eyebrow arched, his hand already reaching for the condoms waiting on the bedside table. “Yeah?”

“Please,” Micah added.

Oversensitivity might be a bother, and he would probably not be able to come again soon, but it didn’t matter. He wanted this—wanted another man as close as he could be, wanted the intimacy of a cock in him, even just for a moment. He’d always liked the sensation of being filled and taken, even though he’d rarely been able to come like that—with Brian it had mostly been too much too fast, with not enough preparation, because “normal” guys who had regular sex weren’t supposed to need it. But even then, when the initial discomfort had passed, the stretch and fullness signified a connection like none other, the trust of opening up and making himself as vulnerable as he could be with another person. It touched something in him, in his heart and soul, every time; broke him a little or fixed him a little, he could never tell. After Brian, he’d vowed he would never make himself so open to anyone again.

But he needed it now.

“Yes,” he whispered hoarsely when Angel slid in so easily, so carefully, and stopped to check if Micah was okay before he moved again. Angel fucked him sweetly, with deep, slow thrusts, pushing Micah’s useless legs up against his chest until he was folded in half. Taken and fucked and loved, floating in the goodness of it for what seemed like an eternity, Micah watched Aiden’s sweet face, the drops of sweat dripping from his hair, the play of muscles in his arms. At some point the rhythm changed, faster and harder, but never rough. Then Aiden’s hand was on him, stroking him, and Micah shocked himself, coming again, keening and pulsing weakly in Aiden’s hand and around his cock, and repeating his name, again and again and again in his wrecked voice.

Micah didn’t remember much afterward.
He thought something warm and wet cleaned him up. He felt slow, gentle kisses on his lips and forehead, and then a hand stroking through his hair, but any of those could well have been a dream. He fell into oblivion, surrounded by warmth and comfort, exhausted in the best of ways, his body thrumming with pleasure.

When he woke up, Angel was still there, curled up by his side with his beautiful face relaxed in sleep. His hair was a mess and there were two small hickeys on the side of his neck. Four fresh scratches adorned his shoulder.

How had
that
happened?

Micah had no time to worry about Angel, though, because his body realized he was awake and started to register complaints, which all added up to the fact that he felt like a train wreck. Every muscle in his body was screaming at him; his throat felt dry and achy, as did his lips; and there was a mild discomfort in his nether area that he hadn’t felt in so long he’d nearly forgotten what it was like. He tried to move and groaned, and Angel’s eyes opened immediately, wide and terrified.

“Oh shit,” he said. He barely glanced at Micah before springing out of bed and reaching for his discarded clothes. “I have to go.”

“Wait,” Micah said—or tried to, his voice coming out rough and useless. He cleared his throat. “Can I make you breakfast? Or tea at least? Anything?”

Angel wasn’t looking at him as he shook his head. He was fully dressed already, his bag in hand. The whole process didn’t take more than a minute or two.

“No. Thanks, I just have to go,” he said and disappeared down the hall before Micah had time to move. Then the front door clicked shut and Micah was left sitting in the bed in confusion, alone.

Shower. Shower would help—if not
with the confusion, at least with the muscles that felt as though he’d run a marathon. Micah hauled himself out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, feeling less achy and more clear-headed, with a giant mug of coffee in hand, he was ready to finally address the conundrum: Why had Aiden panicked and fled? Surely it couldn’t be because he regretted they’d had sex—it wasn’t as though they’d engaged in a drunken hook-up that could go sour in the morning. There was no boyfriend or roommate coming home to find them together, either. The way Micah saw it, there had been no reason to end the night quite so rapidly—they could have eaten breakfast together before Micah headed to work. He was in no big hurry today, and as far as he knew, neither was Aiden.