Promises 2 (28 page)

Quick stripped out of his shirt, his muscles feeling good and stretched from his light workout. He filled the tub with hot water, dumping in a scoop of therapeutic bath crystals. He knew Cayson’s sore muscles would appreciate it. He was looking forward to rubbing Cayson down with a warm cloth and massaging the oil into his spent body. He’d really taken his lesson seriously, given it everything he had. Cayson may not have been the strongest or the fastest, but it was sheer will and determination that won a fight many times, not only build and stamina. Cayson had caught on like the brilliant man he was and quickly learned where his strengths were. Tomorrow he’d build on the pressure points lesson. But for now, maybe he could revive Cayson enough to be interested in a different type of lesson Quick wanted to teach him.

His bathtub was partially concealed behind a wall in his remodeled bathroom. He’d torn out part of the second bedroom to build himself a nice-sized master bath with a large shower and a massive whirlpool tub. He made sure the water was perfect and took two fluffy towels out the linen closet, placing them on the towel warmer. Cayson was still shaving when he emerged from behind the wall. “Bath’s ready.”

“So am I.” Cayson smiled sexily, dropping his boxers and stepping out of them.

Quick removed his own briefs, both of them standing and admiring the other. “You going to look at me all night, or do you want me to bathe you?” Quick asked, walking closer, and enveloping Cayson tightly. “I’m so proud of you. Vaughan didn’t pull any punches on you. You did good tonight, baby. I know some of that stuff can be scary.”

“Thank you,” Cayson whispered. “I’m just a little tired now. I’m glad I have tomorrow off.”

“I hope you’re not too tired.” Quick stressed the word
too
, climbing over the tub’s edge, and held his hand out to Cayson.

“What’d you have in mind?” Cayson purred, easing down along with him, molding his back to Quick’s chest. Ahh. It was absolute perfection. Dr. Cayson Chauncey was finally naked and in his arms… hopefully for good.

Quick picked up the thick washrag and began to rub it up and down Cayson’s chest.

“Damn, this feels incredible.” Cayson sighed.

Quick slid down so his face was next to Cayson’s and he could nestle in the crook of his neck and lick at the mark that was still visible on Cayson’s pale skin. Those three scary words were swimming around in his head again, taunting him, teasing him that he’d fallen in love way too fast and he was going to get his heart handed to him on a platter… or a trashcan lid.

“Feels good,” Cayson moaned seductively. Quick could see Cayson’s semi-hard cock bobbing in the deep water. He used his rag to rub over that tight stomach and down the thin trail of fine hair to Cayson’s groin. He experimented with a few loose tugs on his shaft, wondering if Cayson was too tired or if he’d—

“You’re making me horny.”

—Rise to the occasion. Bingo. Quick smiled, gently thrusting his hips, careful not to jostle them too much. He didn’t need a gallon of water on his floor. Cayson’s ass had to be sore by now, especially after that last round of sex against his door back at his place. Quick’s ass however, was tight, and ready to be breeched. He looked down at Cayson’s long, thin cock. He could take it. Wasn’t obscenely big or anything. Average size. The pain would be minimal, if any, as long as he was prepared properly. His heart hammered in his chest as he prepared to throw his suggestion out there, nervous he might get rejected, but fairly certain he wouldn’t. “I was thinking maybe you could make love to… fuck… me this time.”

Cayson stopped drawing circles in the oil that had congealed on the hot water’s surface. He was very quiet, but Quick felt like rejoicing because the tip of Cayson’s cock was sticking up out of the water. He was obviously turned on by the suggestion.

“You want me to take you?” Cayson spoke very low, like he was trying to be sure he’d heard Quick correctly.

“Mmm hmm. Yeah. I want to feel you. I want to feel you so bad.” Quick squeezed Cayson close to him, trying to let his actions say what his mouth couldn’t. It was too fast. He was pushing his timid doctor. He was still dealing with an unpredictable ex. Quick didn’t want to make things more stressful. Hell, the man suddenly found himself needing to learn self-defense.

“Where’d you go?” Cayson had leaned back until the back of his head was resting on Quick’s wide shoulder. His pretty blue eyes looked like they could see right through him.

Quick loosened his kung fu grip on Cayson’s waist. “Nothing. Was just thinking. Look. We don’t have to do anything tonight.” He didn’t know why he was back-pedaling. He just suddenly felt so raw and exposed. “We can just rest and relax in front of some late night bullshit reality show.”

Cayson laughed humorlessly. “Um, okay. Sure. That sounds so much more appealing than being able to make love to you.” Cayson turned back around and sighed sarcastically, wiping his brow. “Phew. I’m glad you threw out that other option instead – what’d you call it? Bullshit reality TV? Mmm hmm, that’s way better than being able to penetrate a man for the first time.” Cayson sat up. “Come on. Let’s not waste another minute, let’s get our asses in front of that TV now.”

Quick yanked Cayson back to him, growling, and biting at his neck. “Real funny, smart ass. I was trying to be mindful of your situation. I don’t want to rush you.” Quick stopped making him laugh and squirm in his arms, his expression turning serious. “We’ll be each other’s first.”

“That sounds….”

Quick smirked. “I know. As old as we are, huh? Talking about experiencing firsts.”

“Speak for yourself.” Cayson raised one brow at him.

“Okay, I will.” Quick ran his hand over Cayson’s wet hair. He loved how it looked dark brown when wet, making his bright blue eyes appear peculiar and majestic. “I want to experience a lot of firsts with you, Cays.” Quick hoped that was close enough without actually having to say the words. He wanted Cayson to know that what they’d been doing, what they were about to do, was the most important thing to him since having Vaughan. This was so major in his life. He’d known he was bisexual for over twenty-five years and had never gotten to act on it until now. Until Cayson stormed into his life, he’d thought he’d be alone. He’d only been sure he didn’t want another conservative, high-maintenance woman. He never actively pursued a man. Hell, he practically ran from Cayson when he first realized he’d found the man extremely attractive. Then, when he knew without a doubt that he wanted him, wanted the hot doctor underneath him, he tried to scare Cayson away. Thank god he had Duke and his son to talk some sense into him. Now here he was offering his body and his heart… and having no regrets.

Cayson

They’d finished bathing quickly and were in Quick’s large bed underneath his blankets, warming each other with light touches and hot, panting breaths along their damp skin. It was a chilly night and Quick’s bedroom was large, and a little drafty. If it weren’t for Quick’s huge body, which he was quickly realizing doubled as a furnace; he’d be curled up, cold and uncomfortable.

Cayson knew what was coming, knew what he was getting ready to do, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t over the fucking moon about it. Being able to top a man like Roman Webb. Holy shit. Cayson took a deep breath and pushed at Quick’s shoulder until he was lying flat on his back. He could feel the erratic rise and fall of the big man’s chest. Knowing he had to get him to relax, Cayson aligned his body with Quick’s as well as he could with their height difference, and started a slow grind.

Quick pressed his head back into his pillow, moaning how much he was enjoying what Cayson was doing to him. With his long throat exposed, Cayson leaned in and sucked passionately at all the enticing stubble along Quick’s jaw. He thought he’d loose his mind when Quick spread his large thighs wide and allowed Cayson to nestle in between, encouraging him to keep moving his hips. It simulated fucking, and Cayson clenched his teeth in concentration, careful not to rut until he came like a teenage boy. “Fuck, Rome. I know I’m gonna blow as soon as I’m inside you.” Cayson thrust again, the head of his cock nudging against Quick’s tight star. Fuuuuck.

Quick leaned over, his long arm reaching blindly for his nightstand. Cayson got the hint and opened the drawer, wishing for a second he’d find a huge dildo in Quick’s drawer too, but unfortunately, he only saw a few envelopes, some miscellaneous tools or whatever, an unopened economy size box of condoms and at least five different tubes of slick.
Nice, he’s prepared.
Cayson smiled shyly and pulled out the large box. When he looked at Quick, he simply winked back at him. Leaving the condoms for a minute, he opened one of the lubes and let some drizzle down his fingers. 

He leaned back on his knees and coaxed Quick’s legs wider. They’d left the lights off in the bedroom, the bathroom light providing plenty enough for Cayson to see the dark smattering of hair nestled alluringly between those plump ass cheeks. It was so tempting to bury his face right there and lick and taste Quick until he could truly say he knew the man personally. Instead, he rubbed his finger around the taut skin and sank his mouth over the head of Quick’s cock, pulling a deep, delicious moan from him.

“Oh, god, yes. Damn, Cays.”

Cayson sucked in more of Quick’s length, slurping and making the most obscene noises to rival any porno.

“Fuck, that’s perfect.”

He hadn’t seen perfect. Cayson didn’t have firsthand experience on how to fuck, but he did know how to study the hell out of something. He’d read every damn thing he could on gay sex, especially in his early twenties. Those who couldn’t do it… read and fantasized about it. He was feeling as confident as he would if he were taking his medical boards. He’d make this awesome for Quick, because he knew now what made it awesome for him. Patience.

Cayson slowly dragged his mouth all the way up Quick’s shaft and kissed the tip of that fleshy meat, only to dive back down again. He tasted so rich and fulfilling. When he felt Quick’s hips buck up into his touch, he knew that was the time to add something. Quick’s body had to be screaming and demanding more, because that’s exactly what his own body was doing. He noticed Quick was up on one elbow, his long, wet hair laying across his pillow as he watched with fascination. It was a sight right out of his wildest dreams. A huge, tattooed Adonis was staring down at him, waiting to be taken. Cayson kept his eyes on Quick’s dark green orbs and swallowed him to the root while pushing his index finger in to the first knuckle. He was glad he didn’t miss the look of blissful surprise cross that handsome face. Sucking harder, faster, Cayson turned his hand palm up and pushed in deeper, angling upwards.

“Ah! Fuck!” Quick bucked hard, throwing his head back and cursing, but Cayson didn’t let up off his prostate for a second. A huge burst of precome landed on Cayson’s tongue, and his own cock surged with need, leaking on Quick’s dark brown sheets. He ignored his throbbing dick and lapped at Quick’s balls, rolling them around on his tongue, slicking down the short hairs with his spit. Glancing back up, he saw Quick nodding his head at something, Cayson hoped it was what he was doing. He pushed in a second finger, pausing momentarily at Quick’s hiss, then moving deeper and deeper into that hot confinement.

“You. I want you,” Quick gasped, falling flat on his back. With one hand, he reached out and gripped a handful of Cayson’s hair, pushing his head back into his groin, thrusting up into his face. Did he want to fuck Cayson’s face or did he want to be fucked now? Cayson didn’t take time to decide. He moved Quick’s wide palm to the back of his head and sealed his mouth over his seeping dick again. This would be a good distraction while he got his lover ready.

Quick was a fast study. He held Cayson’s head low as he pumped his hips, shoving his length down Cayson’s throat while spearing himself on Cayson’s slick fingers. He clamped one hand down on the base of his own dick in a tight grip, hoping it’d stave off his orgasm. His dick pulsed so hard, he knew he was going to erupt any minute. He hadn’t had his face fucked properly in a long time… if ever. He took it, too. Took every bit of the strong, relentless pounding. Damnit. He had to get inside of this man. He wouldn’t make Quick’s first time that big of a disappointment by shooting all over himself.  

“I’m gonna come.” Quick’s voice was gravely and rough. “Make me come, Cays.”

Cayson leaned over and with shaking hands; he managed to get the condom on his cock and even lubed himself without spraying his spunk all over Quick’s legs. He wanted to take him just like they were, but it’d be easier and more comfortable for them both if he settled in behind him instead of trying to lift Quick’s leg onto his shoulder. Um, not likely to work since it probably weighed more than he did.

He inched over and nudged Quick’s shoulder, urging him to roll onto his side. Cayson moved in behind him, pushing that thick leg up towards Quick’s chest. He angled himself at Quick’s entrance and gripped his hip to hold him still while he pressed inside.

With only the head in, Cayson thought he would lose his mind or explode.
Oh, my god, he’s so damn hot.
He was very thankful that he was behind Quick, because he had a feeling he was making a face scary enough to use on Halloween. Quick’s ass was tighter than he ever could’ve imagined. Squeezing his dick to the point of just this side of unbearable pain.