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Dare kept running his hands over his head the following day. He told himself it was simply because the weather had warmed up and he was getting used to the novelty of not needing a hat, but then he caught his reflection in a van mirror and realised he was grinning like an idiot.
Fuck. He dipped his head down and tried to concentrate on oiling the new wooden work surface he’d installed. Okay, that stupid smile didn’t have to mean anything. It was just him enjoying the memory of Grant’s hands on his head. Yep, that was all. No need to go reading too much into it. Or the way he was starting to feel all warm inside whenever he even thought about the bloke. Just all those hormones from the great sex, that was what it was. And the great sex would soon get even better, he was sure of it. Getting to come inside Grant’s arse was becoming an obsession.
Maybe he should just let Grant do it to him first.
Dare paused mid-brushstroke, considering the prospect carefully. He could probably offer up his arse, if he had to. But it wasn’t something he’d ever done lightly. Only with the lovers who’d become good friends. The ones he felt he could trust.
The ones who really would have been relationship material, if he’d been into the idea at the time.
And Grant just didn’t fit the bill, did he? A relationship with a man who’d cheated and lied to his wife. Who worked for the enemy. Who still had one foot in the bleedin’ closet. Not going to happen. It didn’t matter how appealing Grant was when he let himself open up and be vulnerable. When he shared his hopes and dreams. They’d never mesh with Dare’s own.
No, best stick to the plan. Fuck Grant and then hope this whole stupid obsession came to a natural conclusion.
Dare scrubbed savagely at the pool of Danish oil that had dripped down the brush while he had his head in the clouds. He couldn’t afford to be so distracted. Time to get his head back to the way it used to be. Clear of everything but the work in hand, whether that was restoring a van or fucking—no strings attached.
Life would be so much simpler if he could just manage it.
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KEEPING THINGS SIMPLE was easy during the working week when Grant kept his distance, but on Friday evening, Dare got a text that stirred all those irritating emotions up again. He hadn’t seen Grant in almost a week, though, and the flesh was weak. He headed down to the gates to let Grant in, and they chatted about nothing much while heading back to Matilda.
Grant dropped his bombshell over coffee.
“So, I was thinking you could maybe fuck me today.”
Dare choked on his drink. “I see,” he said when he’d finally got his gullet under control. He examined Grant closely. The bloke was gripping the handle of his mug with white knuckles. That level of tension wasn’t exactly promising in a man who was offering to bottom—especially for the first time. “I’m pretty big, you know. I reckon we should work you up to it.”
“I can take you,” Grant insisted.
“But you don’t know that for a fact, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I want you.” Grant set his face in a mulish expression. “It’s about time I tried things out this way.”
“You don’t need to prove anything to me.” Not sexually, anyway. Dare wouldn’t mind Grant proving he had the guts to come out to the world and then maybe they could see if there was any kind of future to this thing they had going on, but he wasn’t about to ask for that.
“Maybe not to you, but I need to prove it to myself.”
Dare plonked down his coffee cup. “Okay, well, first you can show me just how much your virgin arse can handle with fingers and toys. We’ll go from there.”
“Right.” Grant slammed his mug down like he was making a point and got to his feet. “Come on, no time to waste.” He marched through to the bedroom, then griped, “You coming, then? Hurry up. I’m getting naked here.”
For fuck’s sake. He should have known Grant would try to top from the bottom. Good thing Dare had the balls to out-top him. “Just get yourself naked and lie on your front. I’ll be through when I’m good and ready. And no complaining either, or I might decide I’d rather be doing something else, like stripping down an engine.” He spent an unnecessary amount of time finishing his coffee, then followed on through.
The sight made him stop in the doorway. Bleedin’ hell, Grant was gorgeous. Well, he was always gorgeous, so no surprise there, but something about seeing him splayed out and waiting for a reaming really got Dare’s blood pumping to his dick. Grant’s body was pale, although there were still faint tan lines lingering from what looked like a pair of quite skimpy shorts. Remnants of a winter sun holiday, no doubt. Dare wondered what colour Grant tanned to in the summer, and whether Dare would still be in his life then to find out.
He hoped so.
He really fucking hoped so.
But dwelling on shit like that was pointless, so Dare concentrated on the sight of Grant’s muscular buttocks, parted to reveal his pink hole. And even better, Grant was up on his knees, revealing his heavy cock and balls hanging there, waiting for Dare’s touch. Dare was pleased to see him half-hard already.
“About time too,” Grant grumbled, spoiling the whole submissive vibe.
“Oi, what did I say about complaining?” Dare slapped Grant’s arse and moved around the bed. He’d stashed what he needed in the drawer underneath.
“It’s chilly in here, though.” Grant turned his head and chattered his teeth theatrically. “See.”
“Didn’t seem to give you a problem getting it up,” Dare observed.
“It did. I’d be rock solid if it wasn’t so freezing.”
“Shut up.” Dare slapped Grant’s other cheek. Not hard, but just enough to give a little sting and remind Grant that Dare was the one in the driving seat. “You know what, half the pleasure in bottoming is in giving up control to someone else for a while. Something you’re not very good at, as far as I can see.”
“I don’t like not being in control.”
“Well, maybe you would if you gave it a chance. Here’s a way to start. Just lie down, hug the mattress and do your best to keep quiet while I get to work.”
“What if it really does hurt?” Grant asked, and this time Dare could hear the fear underlying his grumbling. Okay, so that was what all this was about. Not just a problem with control, but nerves about pain.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take things slowly. I’m not about to ram anything in there before you’re ready.”
“But how will you know I’m ready if I’m meant to keep quiet?”
Dare chuckled. “Believe me, I’ll know. And don’t worry, I’m not into hurting people.”
“Says the man who just spanked me.”
“That was hardly a spanking. Just a warning tap. You’d know if you’d been spanked, believe me.”
Now Grant got up on one elbow and craned his head round. “You’re into spanking people? Seriously?”
“Not really. I mean, only if they get a real kick out of it. Believe it or not, I’m really not a sadist.”
“Could have fooled me.”
Now Dare knew it was nerves making Grant tetchy, he didn’t mind so much, but he still gave him another little warning tap. “Shh. Now just listen carefully. There might be a little sting every now and again as I stretch you up, but it should soon give way to pleasure. Or at least, it will if you can relax a bit. At the moment, you’re so tightly wound, I wouldn’t risk trying to put anything up there. You’d probably break my fingers if I tried. Just chill out and lie down properly for a while. Off your knees. I want you all pliant before I go near your arse.”
Grant harrumphed, but at least he made an effort to relax his body while Dare got his toys out. He put them down on the floor, out of Grant’s line of sight. Didn’t want him getting all nervous about the size of the dildo, did he? After all, there was no guarantee they’d even get that far today. Dare lubed up his hands and pondered where to begin.
At the moment, Dare would have said his little finger was about all Grant could take, and even that was likely to be a struggle.
So he began in the place Grant would probably least expect. His shoulders. Dare wasn’t a trained masseur by any stretch of the imagination, but he’d picked up some tips over the years, and he liked to think he could give pleasure with his hands. Grant certainly seemed to think so, groaning and relaxing under Dare’s touch.
Dare slowly worked his way down Grant’s back, the sweeps of his hands getting longer and longer as he moved towards those tempting glutes. When he finally got there, he gave Grant’s cheeks a great deal of attention, kneading and working the muscle until Grant was moaning almost constantly, and splaying his legs as wide as he could.
Then Grant pushed himself up onto his knees again. “Please,” he begged, muffled by the pillows. “I’m ready now.”
Dare moved his massage strokes closer and closer to Grant’s hole, until he was circling the ring of muscle with his fingertips. Oh yeah, that did feel softer now. He squirted some more lube over his fingers and then slid one in gently. Just the tip. Grant tensed a little, but as Dare worked just that first inch of finger in and out, the muscle gave way, letting him in.
When he got knuckle-deep, Dare swivelled his hand around, feeling for Grant’s prostate.
“Oh my God! What’s that?”
Dare chuckled at the amazement in Grant’s voice. “Grant, meet your prostate gland. Prostate gland, meet Grant.” He wiggled his finger about, giving a massage designed to drive Grant wild.
It worked. Grant whimpered and writhed like a mad thing, and Dare felt for the bloke’s cock with his free hand. Yeah, nice and hard now. Even dripping at the end. “So, fancy a prostate orgasm today?” Dare asked.
“Is that the kind that goes on and on?” Grant panted, clearly having to make a real effort to speak.
“That’s right. Have you given them to partners before?”
“Not by design, but yeah, to Mas one time. Looked like fun.”
“Just about the most fun you can have in bed,” Dare said solemnly. And it was true. There was nothing Dare enjoyed more than a really drawn-out orgasm like that, but it had been so long. Finding someone he trusted enough to give over the control to was always a challenge.
But maybe Grant. One day. If they were still seeing each other...
And there was more chance of that happening if Grant had an absolutely fantastic time here today, so he should keep his mind on the here and now instead of thinking of the future.
And then he remembered what a slut Grant had been for a rimming.
Dare’s lube wasn’t too nasty to taste—he’d made sure of that before—so he leaned down and licked around his finger. Grant went bananas at that, howling and thrusting back against him, chasing Dare’s tongue.
While Grant was all distracted, Dare seized the opportunity to work in a second finger, so he could give an even better internal massage while he carried on using his tongue.
“Ohgodohgodohgod!” Grant babbled. “Too much. Gonna come.”
“Not yet you’re not.” Dare pulled out his fingers and reached for his toys. The slimmest butt plug to start with. Or at least, it was slim at the far end, but it got wider and wider down the shaft, a bit like the gauges Dare had stretched his ear piercings with.
Grant’s arse accepted the slim end of the plug easily, and Dare pushed it in as far as he could, then lingered, working that last inch in and out. Grant moaned and arched his back, thrusting his arse up. Such a great position for him. It really showcased his toned body.
Dare had been hard for a while now, but the need built as he listened to Grant’s moans and breathed in the arousal pouring off his body. So good. Wanting more, Dare paused. “Roll over,” he said, surprised at how gruff his voice sounded.
“Don’t stop!”
“I’m not going to stop. Roll over so I can suck your bollocks.”
Grant scrambled as fast as he could, knocking the plug out of his bum, but Dare caught it. He could see they weren’t anywhere near as deep as they’d need to be if Grant was going to take his dick. Not going to happen today, probably, but they could still have plenty of fun.
First things first, a prostate orgasm for Grant.
Dare inserted the plug again and wiggled it around until he was sure he was hitting Grant’s gland. Then he took a great big mouthful of Grant’s balls and got to work with his other hand on the bloke’s dick. It was magic, feeling Grant’s body quiver as each jab of the plug forced pre-come into Dare’s fist. And Grant himself was going mental, gibbering out a string of expletives and yeses, while his hands tried to find purchase on Dare’s scalp.
In the end, Grant groaned deeply and stiffened, his cock spurting all over his chest. Dare wiped his hand on a corner of the duvet, then got to his knees. “Just lie there,” he ordered, not that Grant looked like he was about to go anywhere soon.
Dare opened his fly and tugged out his cock. He worked it vigorously, staring down at Grant’s limp body and all the while imagining what it would be like to be plunging into that tight hole. To be making Grant come harder than he’d ever come in his life and hearing his groans of pleasure.
Oh yeah. That did it. Dare forced his eyes to stay open, watching as his spunk streaked across Grant’s dark, hairy chest.
Totally fucking perfect.
Dare collapsed down next to Grant, and this time he didn’t have to pull Grant to him. Grant actually made the first move, pillowing his head on Dare’s shoulder and nestling into his side. They were now both covered in come, but Dare couldn’t bring himself to care. He reached down with his free arm and found the duvet, somehow managing to wrestle it over them so that at least Grant was properly covered. They felt right like that, and the fact it was Grant who had found his way there filled Dare with an indescribable joy. The only way things could possibly be better would be if they were both naked, but Dare wasn’t about to get up and take his clothes off right now. Wouldn’t trust his legs to bear his weight just yet.
“That was incredible,” Grant mumbled.
Dare smiled up at the ceiling. “You were incredible.” He kissed the top of Grant’s head. “Next time I reckon you’ll be able to take me. What do you reckon?”
Grant nuzzled even closer. “I’m banking on it.”