BENT OVER the table, Christophe felt Raj’s hands cupping his cheeks, spreading them. With a gentle finger, Raj traced his hole, leaving Christophe melting. Though he trembled against the table, Raj didn’t stop. He continued caressing gently with the ball of a finger, stroking, probing only slightly, and tenderly pinching. Christophe’s hole pulsed greedily to be penetrated, but all he got was a touch.
“I’ve been looking forward to this.” Raj’s voice was soft before his tongue followed the path of his finger.
There goes that same feeling that I’ve heard that voice somewhere.
But he didn’t know anyone who would do this to his body. Wouldn’t he have felt it when he was around them?
Raj flicked the tip of his tongue quickly over him and all thoughts left Christophe’s mind. Raj attacked his hole, slurping, licking, sucking against it.
“Shit!” Christophe cried.
But Raj didn’t let up. He drove his tongue into Christophe repeatedly, growling like a beast and demanding more. He slathered Christophe’s hole with saliva, pulling his cheeks wider and delving deeper. He ravished it, moving his tongue rapidly from side to side, then around in circles. Raj stopped briefly to blow against the wet entrance, only to shove his tongue deep again. Just as Christophe began feeling as if he could fly, Raj retreated.
“Damn! Don’t play with it!” Christophe panted. “Stick your tongue in again.”
Raj obliged him.
Christophe was smiling, driving his hips back onto the tongue and soaring high. He was being fucked beautifully by a silky muscle, leaving him breathless and out of his own body. “You’re so good….” Christophe panted. “So damn good!”
Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, Raj pulled back. There was a rustling of plastic, a low plop, and then something brushed over his ass.
“Last chance, baby.” Raj grunted. “Last chance before this goes way too far.”
“Aren’t we already over the line?” Christophe managed. “That point where we can’t turn back?”
“Maybe. But we’re still at the point where we can walk away.”
“I’m not running,” Christophe said. “Fuck me.”
Raj took his cheeks again, and this time it was to slam his cock in deep. Their bodies slapped into one another, the sound echoing throughout the room. Leaning forward, pressing his chest to the table, he gripped the edges. It creaked beneath their bodies, telling the room and anyone listening precisely what Raj was doing to him.
Raj pulled out and spun Christophe onto his back. Hiking his legs up, Raj found his core again, grunting and fucking him with long, slow, hard strokes.
“Give it to me!” Christophe called. “Harder. Uh! Yes!”
Raj grabbed his cock and pulled it, tugging hard.
Christophe arched up, reaching for his own nipples. He was being stimulated from both ends, and it was glorious. Never had another lover taken such pleasure in giving him so much.
He whimpered with each thrust now, his body tender and shaking. “Raj!”
“That’s it, baby, come for me!”
“Oh, Raj!”
He twisted his own nipples, hurting them in the most amazing way. The ability to talk vanished and the world became a hot, fiery blur. His body got what it’d been looking for: an orgasm that left him weak, suspended in an alternate phase of desire.
“I’m coming… where do you want it?”
“On my abs, over my nipples. Please,” Christophe pleaded.
A flurry of activities later, hot, wet cum landed on his chest. One spurt fell on his nipples, causing the sweetest burn.
“Damn….” Christophe stayed on the table, panting, feeling completely stretched and beautifully used. His lungs burned in the best of ways. For a moment he merely relaxed, catching his breath and trying to gather his thoughts. Then he felt Raj close to him and his body instantly rose to attention. Not being able to see what was happening was so much better for the arousal within him. Raj’s lips brushed his throat, sending electricity through Christophe’s body. But the connection didn’t last long. As soon as the lips came, they were gone.
“Raj….”
“I promised you I would tell you who I was.” Raj’s voice was soft, softer than Christophe ever heard it. There was no teasing in it anymore, and a different kind of shiver traveled down Christophe’s spine.
“Yes, you did.”
“All right. Here goes.”
Everything stopped. The room went silent except for the strange hum every space seemed to have when the world was turned off.
Raj interrupted the stillness with the clearing of his throat. “I’ve loved you since I was twenty,” Raj said near Christophe’s ear.
Christophe gasped and was reaching for his blindfold, but Raj grabbed his hands.
“Wait….”
“Raj….”
“I need you to understand. I didn’t do this to hurt you. I just didn’t know any other way. I needed to make you smile. I needed to see fire in your eyes again, and I needed that to come from me, not some other man who didn’t know you or care for you nearly as much as I do.”
“Raj….”
“Mei tumsey pyaar kartaa hun….”
Hearing those words jarred his heart, and he pushed Raj off his chest. Christophe jerked upward and held his breath.
No. No. No!
A part of him didn’t dare hope. Perhaps he wasn’t right, for if it was the person he was thinking, then something was terribly wrong with the picture. Christophe tugged the blindfold from his eyes, but left them closed. His shoulders rose and fell. His heart hammered as if it wanted to jump out. Licking his lips, he slowly opened his eyes and felt the moment his heart sank. “No.”
“Kya?”
Christophe pushed from the table and grabbed his clothes.
“Christophe, why is it so disappointing that it’s me?”
“Jaswant, I don’t…. Mujhe jaan padega.”
“You have to go? Christophe… I just told you I loved you, and you have to go? Do I really disgust you that much?”
“Disgust has nothing to do with it! You lied to me. All this time you were giving me advice. It was you all along. You saw how much this whole thing affected me. You saw how I was feeling about it and about Raj—I mean, you—I mean—ugh!”
“I couldn’t tell you! It’s not like I went into this to lie to you. I couldn’t control any of this anymore. I thought I would be able to but….”
“Jas, you lied to me!”
“I didn’t really lie….”
“If you say ‘I just didn’t tell you,’ I swear on everything you hold dear, I’ll pop you one!”
Jaswant rose to his full height. “Do you want to hit me? Do you want to fight? Come on. Hit me. If it will make you feel better, go ahead.”
Christophe shook his head.
“What do you want me to say?” Jaswant pleaded.
“Of all the people in the world who I expected to do this to me, you never even entered my mind.”
“You were there.” Jaswant’s voice cracked. “With me. You were there. How did you not know it was me?”
“Now this is my fault?”
“Christophe, I….” Jaswant bowed his head and slipped to his knees.
Christophe wanted to stop, to comfort Jaswant. Even after the rabid betrayal, he wanted to help Jaswant up and hold him until his bad day went away. But he couldn’t. Jaswant brought all this on both of them.
He dragged on his pants, not caring if they were on right and didn’t bother putting on his shirt. As he fled the restaurant, he couldn’t help feeling like a complete moron. How did he not know it was Jaswant? The two had been friends long enough for him to have figured it out. Then again, he never thought Jaswant would do anything like that to him.
Maybe subconsciously I knew it was Jaswant, and I wanted him as much as he wanted me.
“Son of a bitch!” Christophe yelled, wrenching the car door open, then climbing inside. He closed the door, then bashed a fist into the steering wheel.
His hands shook as he gripped the wheel so tight his knuckles turned a strange, pale white. The race of his heart was matched only by the rapid pace of thoughts through his mind. What did it say about him? After all, he was the one who decided to go meet some stranger. How much blame did he have in all of this?
Christophe sped by his office building on the way home. When he was finally there, he rushed up the stairs, stripped off all his clothes, and chucked them into a nearby chair before walking into the shower. He didn’t even wait for the water to get warm before he stepped beneath it and lifted his face to the downpour.
That was a bad idea.
He felt Jaswant against him, touching him, stroking every part of his body. Gasping, he looked around as the guilt stepped in.
He was furious with Jaswant, and still he couldn’t get over the way Jaswant made his body feel.