"Asshole." Chris was done being pushed around. He rolled over Geoff, setting off a wrestling match. Geoff gave him a run for his money, but in this position, Chris had the advantage in bulk. When he was eventually sitting on Geoff and they were fighting with hands like a couple of boxers, they were both laughing too hard to do much damage, though Chris accidentally slipped past Geoff's guard and bumped his jaw hard enough to elicit an "Ow" and an aggrieved look from Geoff. A look that became something else as his gaze slid down Chris's body.
"Looks like we're ready for that second round you wanted."
Chris nodded, closing his eyes as Geoff wrapped his hand around his erect cock, working it in slow, easy moves. "Yeah, there you go. Getting harder for me, aren't you, big guy? Gonna put all this up my ass?"
"Yeah," Chris said hoarsely. "But I've never done that. I did the fingers-and-plug thing with Sam."
"It's pretty much the same. A round peg in a round hole." Geoff figured it was the strain in his voice that had Chris opening his eyes again and studying him. "Get the lube out of the drawer of my nightstand." Geoff eyed Chris's dick. "Make sure you use lots of it."
Chris grinned and leaned over, retrieving the lube. Seeing muscles ripple and stretch at that proximity had Geoff skimming his hands over Chris's chest, to his hips. Sitting back, Chris studied the lube. "Girls are lucky. They come with their own natural version. Not as sexy to be slapping this on when you want to be inside someone right then."
"Depends on how you do it," Geoff said. "Did you think about me rubbing it on myself when I had you bent over the bench?"
"Yeah."
Geoff raised his attention from the lube in Chris's hand, poised over his erection, to the thoughtful eyes. "I'd like to see you do it."
Squirting lube in his hand, Chris cupped it around his stiff organ and began to slick it on under Geoff's intent scrutiny. The attention worked Chris up further, but that was a two-way street. Geoff could feel his own cock hardening and thickening where Chris was sitting on it, his buttocks shifting in a friction that had Geoff gritting his teeth at the mounting sexual frustration.
Chris moistened his lips. "You said you'd usually done the pitching. Does this mean I'm the first? Like you were with me?"
Geoff had never been big on the whole virgin thing, but recalling the inexplicable delight of knowing he was the first inside Chris, he bit back chagrin. "I wish I could give you that gift," he said quietly. "But I did it a couple of times, in the beginning. I wanted to know what it felt like, to make sure I never did it too rough or the wrong way, especially if I was doing it in a session, where someone might be restrained and gagged."
It was sensible, but he could tell Chris was disappointed. Geoff closed his fingers on his forearm. "Come down here."
Chris set the lube aside and braced himself over Geoff's face. Geoff threaded his fingers through the fall of hair on his forehead and tugged lightly. It was profound, lying here beneath Chris, staring up into his face, the intimacy between them as comfortable and necessary as their friendship was. The wonder was that they'd waited this long.
"Sex is sex," Geoff said. "Nothing more, nothing less. But when the heart gets involved, it becomes way the hell more. Tyree was sex." He moved his touch to Chris's shoulders, gripped hard. "He's actually been back to the office five times in the past year, but we didn't, not after those first two times. He made the mistake of mentioning he'd gotten married. I put the brakes on immediately. He told me it didn't matter to his spouse, the usual We have an open relationship bullshit."
When Chris rolled his eyes, Geoff dropped his hand to the fine pelt of chest hair on Chris's broad chest. "Yeah. I told him to get his husband on the phone so he could tell me that dir
ectly. Tyree wouldn't do it, big shock, so that was the end of our arrangement."
As Chris's gaze kindled, Geoff nodded. "You know who and what I am, Chris. You know I'd never hurt you like that. I wish you were my first, but to my mind you are. You're the first I've allowed . . . to take control. Tyree, Robert, Alex, all that was sex. Dinner and a little entertainment. Tyree was no more inside my heart or head than anyone else. You, on the other hand, have been in my head and heart for a long time. Now you're in my bed. Okay?"
In answer, Chris bent over him and put his mouth on his. Thank God. Geoff slid his hand to the back of his neck, massaging as Chris explored, discovering what it was like to enjoy a man's mouth at his leisure. He was damn good at it for a novice. When Chris curled his hand around Geoff's cock, Geoff growled.
"You don't do this soon, I'm going to take over," he muttered. "Some of us haven't gotten off yet."
Chris's grin was dangerous and sexy at once. "Should I do this with you on your back, or the other way? What way works best for you?"
"It's your fantasy, big guy." Geoff passed his fingers over his lips. "How do you want me?"
"Can we do both?"
Geoff laughed. "Sure we can. Just not at the same time."
Chris thought it over in that careful, slow way he did, then he offered Geoff a hand to help him sit up. His fingers tightened on Geoff while his other hand dropped to caress Geoff's hip, exerting pressure to turn him over onto hands and knees. It wasn't entirely natural for Geoff, because the instinct to top was so strong. However, the curiosity and lust in Chris's gaze, as well as Geoff's desire to make up for the hurt of Chris not being his first, to offer him something for allowing Geoff to be his first, put all that aside.
"Just guide it in. There are a couple of rings of muscles there, just like it was for you. You never shove when it comes to anal sex. Take your time and wait to feel those muscles release. I'll push out, and . . ." Geoff let out a blissful curse when Chris stretched him and pushed through, so easily it was a pleasurable torment. The guy who could handle the fragile body of a bird in his hand would never be too rough when the moment called for a gentle touch. And his care in this context was erotic as hell.
"Never mind. You're doing just fine . . . Jesus." Geoff sucked in a breath at the size of him, the sensation as Chris pulled back, pushed back in, so slow and provocative Geoff's cock felt as if it was going to split its too-tight skin. Chris reached under him, gripping him with his big hand, and Geoff arched into him in reaction, impaling himself deeper on Chris's organ. "Fuck . . . need a condom . . ."
"I'll wash your sheets. I'm not pulling out now until you come."
Chris's voice was rough with a tangle of desire and emotions. Geoff knew what he was feeling as if it was his heart pounding in the other man's chest.
He'd been so focused on the mechanics or on how Chris was reacting, he'd overlooked what this could do for him. Geoff didn't spend a lot of time on sentiment. He didn't have the need to self-analyze or expound on his feelings, but the difference between Chris and any other man he'd ever had before made it unnecessary anyway. There was no analysis to this. The sex before had been fun, hot. However, just like when he'd taken Sam, this was possession, need, fulfillment, love. It was making love.