Toronto Tales 1 - Cop Out (17 page)

He was supposed to have six more months before Davy started dating. That’s what the grief counselors said, right? A year to grieve? Six more months to decide if he wanted Davy for himself or to get this stupid obsession out of his system.

“Not yet?” Davy’s words should have appeased him, but they didn’t. He was beginning to vibrate with the repressed desire to shake some sense into Davy. Davy’s eyes glittered darkly, reflecting the Christmas lights in the window; he hadn’t bothered to turn on any lights. Which was fine. They didn’t need lights for this.

“So if you’re not dating, why the fuck was he kissing you, then?” Davy glared at him and kicked his own wet boots at Kurt’s.

“Oh for God’s sake. He’s a friend of Jon’s, we were at a club, and Andrew offered to drive me home. Yes, he made a move. But I have to ask… what the fuck is it to you?”

Kurt stepped closer, looming as much as he could. Sure, Davy was a couple inches taller, but Kurt was wider and had a lot of experience looking intimidating. Davy squared his shoulders, narrowed his eyes, and stood firm, not even dropping his gaze.

“I don’t like him.”

 

“So the fuck what? You don’t have to like people I’m dating. You don’t have to like people I’m fucking.”

“The people you’re
fucking
?” The words stabbed him clean through the belly. He couldn’t catch his breath from the pain.
Davy glared. “Not
yet
. Idiot.”

The pain in his middle dissolved instantly. Kurt sucked in a deep breath, ready to launch another attack, when Davy’s clean lemongrass scent, combined with the warm, musky scent of sweat tickled his nose. His cock sprang to immediate and almost painful life. Arguing was the last thing he wanted to do with Davy.

Grabbing Davy’s narrow shoulders, he pulled him close and jammed his lips on a man’s for the first time.

Davy stood stiff for a moment while Kurt savored the unexpected softness of Davy’s lips. He slid his hands up to Davy’s cheeks and the abrasion of stubble against his palms drew a moan from deep within his chest. He licked at the seam of Davy’s mouth, desperate for admission. For a heart-stopping minute, he thought Davy would deny him, but Davy’s mouth opened at the same time as Davy slid his arms around Kurt’s waist.

Oh, God. The taste of Davy. The heat of Davy’s mouth. This was his, not fucking Andrew’s. He backed Davy toward the couch and used his body mass to press Davy down in an aggressive way he’d never used—or cared to use—with a woman.

One final nudge and he was atop Davy, groin to groin, mouth to mouth. Another moan welled into their mouths; Kurt thought it might have been him. The novelty of a full erection pressed against his, hips undulating against his, was unbelievably arousing. He’d never been as physically close to a woman; how could he? The firm planes of his body fit Davy’s like he was made for them. The kiss softened as his attention wavered between all the warring, unaccustomed sensations and the pulsing desperation in his dick for ever more pressure, skin, friction.

Davy clutched at him, pushed at him, fought with him, and jammed his tongue into Kurt’s mouth like they were battling, not kissing. Grappling with someone whose strength approached his own was fascinating and held more appeal than he imagined.

Ripping his mouth away, Davy panted. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Kissing you.” Or perhaps devouring.
“What makes it okay for you to kiss me and not Andrew?” The words weren’t a simple question, but a sneering mockery.
Kurt’s anger returned full force and his hands moved to Davy’s hair, yanking his mouth back within easy reach. “You’re mine,” he snarled before shoving his tongue back in Davy’s mouth.
Davy wasn’t ready to surrender; he pulled away and bit Kurt’s lip. Kurt reared back at the sting, although it wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
“Bullshit.” Davy glared at him, but thrust his hips forcefully upwards, the drag of two pairs of jeans between two hard cocks making Kurt gasp.
Suddenly, the room tilted as Davy took advantage of his momentary distraction. Kurt ended up on the floor, breathless, the plush carpet cushioning his fall. Davy leaned over, dark hair rumpled, lips puffy, face flushed. Before tonight, Kurt may have never had a lustful look directed at him from a man—that he knew of—but there was no mistaking the emotion lighting up Davy’s eyes. And there wasn’t a hint of the tenderness he’d seen in women’s eyes.
Davy pounced, flicking Kurt’s fly open and wrenching down his jeans. Kurt’s cock sprang out, eager to play. Davy wasted no time engulfing him in the hot, wet fire of a mouth that kissed so well. Kurt cried out, arching his hips up, trying to shove himself down Davy’s accommodating throat.
Davy sucked and licked and nibbled—leaving Kurt helpless under the fierce sensual onslaught. He’d never had anyone suck his dick with such enthusiasm and skill. Dear God.
His dick popped free from Davy’s mouth, and he stared down. Why had Davy stopped?

Smiling demonically, Davy slithered up his body and yanked his sweater up his chest and over his head, tongue tracing a slick path along the revealed skin. Kurt writhed, trying to untangle his arms from the sweater. His desperation was increased by a hand on his dick and lips on his nipple.

All contact stopped as Davy lifted his head and looked straight into his eyes. His expression was serious, and Kurt knew Davy was still angry, as well as turned on. “No. You want more? You’ll stay like that.”

Oh God. He shouldn’t like this as much as he did. And he’d do anything to keep Davy touching him. He stilled as much as he could, but he couldn’t prevent his hips pumping, seeking through empty air for Davy’s hand.

He stared into Davy’s eyes. He couldn’t quite bring himself to, well, beg. But Davy must have seen the plea in his eyes. Not entirely happy, Davy smirked, those dimples looking diabolical—and delicious. Within seconds, they were both naked, except for the fabric keeping Kurt from touching Davy.

Naked. With another man. He’d never been so close to another man’s erection before, and the enormity of his situation yawned like an abyss at his feet, waiting for him to jump. His cock wasn’t having any second thoughts, but his breath came faster—a little too fast—for simple arousal. Despite that, he couldn’t take his eyes off Davy. Or his cock. It was long, longer than his own, but much more slender, just like Davy. The ruddy contrast was significant against the pale skin of belly and thigh, and the small dark patch of pubic hair framed it, drawing the eye.

Moisture pearled at the tip, and even as his own cock jerked in sympathetic response, his inhalations were way too fast and his vision started to blacken at the edges. Until Davy’s mouth dropped back over his dick, sucking with an almost punishing strength, and everything was right with the world again. Davy pulled back, lavishing the tip with swirling tongue action like no one had ever done. One arm fumbled in the small end table beside the couch.

Davy shifted between Kurt’s legs, and he spread like it wasn’t his first time having a man kneel between his thighs, loving the sinful and amazing things Davy’s mouth did to his cock. A click sounded above their harsh breathing, but Kurt didn’t know what it was until a cool, slick finger stabbed at his anus. Lube. If he hadn’t already tried fingering himself, and liked it, he would have clenched. Maybe he should have anyway, but he was too far gone, and it was a million times better having Davy take over. His thighs spread further, and a groan ripped from his throat.

Growling around his mouthful, the vibration rippled into Kurt’s balls. Davy slid the finger back and forth, and Kurt rocked his hips in the same rhythm, the only thing he could do to fight for his orgasm.

But Davy wasn’t ready for him to come, and the magical suction ceased as Davy pushed another finger into him. Kurt gasped at the unexpected burn. It wasn’t bad, exactly, but it backed him away from his impending orgasm. He couldn’t keep his hips still, though.

“That’s it, just like that,” Davy murmured.

As he added another finger, Kurt yelped and froze, the burn fiery and more intense. Why was Davy doing this? Kurt opened his mouth to tell him to stop, when Davy dropped his mouth back over the head of dick and at the same time, stroked his fingers over something inside.

“Oh God,” was what actually escaped Kurt’s lips. Seconds later, it was, “more, please more.”

 

Davy lifted his head, lips shiny in the red and green light, fingers still buried in Kurt’s ass. He bared his teeth, and pulled his fingers out. Empty. So empty. He moaned and glared at Davy. “That’s not more.”

“Complaints?” Davy leaned over him in a flash, mouth cutting off his words. This time Davy tasted saltier and Kurt realized with a jolt that it was the flavor of himself on Davy’s lips.

Then his request for more was filled even as Davy kissed him. Davy’s cock pressed at his entrance, the head popping easily into his stretched opening, and Kurt’s arms twisted above his head, panic and lust riding him, exclamations of his fear and distress and—yes, his ecstasy—denied release by Davy’s tongue. He wanted to yell, to scream, to moan, but he couldn’t seem to do anything but accept Davy’s unrelenting entry into his body.

Fully seated, Davy leaned back, his cock filling Kurt but not thrusting. He looked like an avenging angel, and he saw the wildness in Davy’s eyes, saw the need for movement.

Kurt panted, trying to assimilate the sensations and emotions bombarding him. Hard muscle, sharp hip bones, and springy hair pressed unfamiliarly between his thighs. The soft weight of balls against his ass tickled a bit. He was more vulnerable than he had ever been during sex, but when he clenched around the dick inside him, making them both groan, it felt so good, so unbelievably right.

Davy pulled his dick almost all the way out before gliding back in. Kurt’s cock dripped precome. “More,” he whispered again.
A strangled whine left his throat as Davy picked up the pace, the slap of flesh on flesh almost as exciting as the hardness driving again and again into his body, rubbing, teasing his prostate. Davy’s cock pushed him higher and closer, slamming into him in a way he’d never imagined, but never wanted to stop.
“Please, oh, please.” He was so close, begging seemed the fastest and best way to get what he wanted. And he wanted to come. He needed it. His balls were going to fucking explode from the pleasure.

Davy grabbed his dick and jacked it in the same frantic rhythm with which he was fucking. Kurt sucked in a breath, grunted, and spilled, his cock spraying come all over his belly and Davy’s hand. Davy’s face twisted up, and he continued to thrust through Kurt’s almost vicious convulsions.

Then, he pressed his dick as far inside Kurt as he could.

“Oh, fuck.” The words were drawn out into a moan as Davy pulsed inside, warm wetness filling Kurt as Davy shuddered above him, eyes squeezed shut.

Davy collapsed on him, panting. Kurt gulped in deep breaths, enjoying the afterglow. He’d never had sex like that, never that fantastic, and he deliberately ignored the implications lurking in his mind. There’d be time to worry about it later, when he wasn’t completely fucked out. His hands pulled easily from his sweater, now that lust was no longer fogging his brain, and he was able to savor the slip of Davy’s smooth skin under his palms. He stroked Davy’s sweatslicked spine, remembering a day several months ago when those bumps were more prominent and scary, when Kurt had been so afraid for Davy’s life and sanity. Now, those same ridges were less prominent and fucking sexy.

Kurt moved to kiss Davy’s temple, but his lips barely touched skin when Davy jerked upright, lifting his chest from Kurt’s. He propped up like he was going to do pushups, and stared down where they were still joined. He slid his dick easily out of Kurt’s body. And brought his gaze back to Kurt’s face, looking… horrified was the only term that came to mind. Kurt reached for him, but he scrambled away and began pulling on clothes, keeping his gaze on the floor.

“You need to leave, Kurt.”

“What? Why?” Kurt dragged on his own jeans, ignoring as best he could the viscous fluid between his thighs. The vibe in the room had changed significantly. He didn’t know why, but he thought it might be easier to face if he were dressed. Whatever it was wouldn’t wait for him to take a quick shower, although it might be easier if Davy would look at him.

“Just go. This shouldn’t have happened.”
“No fucking way.” Kurt grabbed Davy by the shoulders and tried to kiss him. This time, though, Davy fought him for real, and Kurt backed off. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Davy.
“Get the fuck out!”
“Davy, I’m sorry, but why? It was good, wasn’t it?” Please say it had been good for Davy. Because it had been unbelievably good for Kurt.
Davy’s mouth opened. Closed. An angry flush swept over his features, and he aimed a punch at Kurt’s face. It didn’t connect—Kurt’s training saw to that—but it stunned the fuck out of him.
He wrenched his fist away from Kurt and pulled back, tears standing in his eyes. “This shouldn’t have happened. I’m not ready. And even if I was, I’d never get involved with you.”

Kurt’s life had been turned upside down since he’d met Davy, and with a few words, Davy tore it asunder. Blood pulsed in his temples, and as much as he wanted to hit back, he slammed his fist into the wall instead. Some part of his brain recognized that his knuckles would be scabbed all to hell tomorrow, but right now he didn’t care.

“Why the fuck not?”
“Because I’ll be damned if I get involved with another closeted fucking cop! I went through ten years of hiding, and you’re not going to drag me back there! I lost so much. Never again.” Davy’s loss slapped Kurt in the face. In his post-orgasmic stupor, he’d somehow forgotten the man was still grieving.

“Davy, I’m not Ben. And this isn’t the best time, but I think if you got some counseling—”
A paperback winged its way toward his head, cutting off his words.

“Fuck you. And what about you? Were you just waiting out there for me to get home? Isn’t that a little stalkerish?”
“I wasn’t really waiting. I just stopped by after I left my brother’s birthday party.”

Davy’s mouth tightened. “And… have I met any of your family? Did you mention me tonight? Do they know you’re friends with me?”

Kurt didn’t know how to answer. But apparently, his silence was answer enough.
“Exactly,” Davy spat out. “Just like fucking Ben. I’m okay when we’re alone, but God forbid you let anyone know we’re
friends
.” Davy gave the last word a sour little twist.