Nothing Special V, page 20
part #5 of Nothing Special Series
“You’re so bad.” Steele nipped at Tech’s bottom lip.
“Me? Everything about you screams bad, and it’s making me come up out of myself.”
“I’m not a bad boy.” Steele nudged at Tech’s throat with his nose before licking a hot path up to his chin. “I’m wearing a button-up shirt.”
Tech laughed, while Steele continued to tease him with his fingers.
“We better stop. I can’t eat shrimp cocktail with one hand down your pants, and you can’t eat with one hand on my dick.”
Tech didn’t want to remove it either, though Steele was most likely right. “I can’t stop.”
“Try.” Steele stole another kiss like he was having the same problem.
“I don’t think there’s anything that can get me to go down right now. I’m so fuckin’ hard,” Tech groaned.
“How’s your father doing?”
“That’ll do it.” Tech grimaced and slid out of Steele’s hold, dislodging the calloused hand from his pants in the process.
Steele picked up his glass and downed the rest of his drink, took another couple pulls before he put out his cigar on the side of the fire pit and tucked it back in his pack for later. Tech rolled his eyes. He wondered if smoking was even allowed, but technically, they were outside, so maybe so. Tech picked up the lemon wedge and squeezed some over his shrimp then dipped it in the cool cocktail sauce. When he looked up, Steele was staring at his mouth like he was envious of the shrimp. “You told me to stop, so quit looking at me like that.”
“I will, for now. So, really. How’s your dad?”
They’d talked about Tech’s father still living in the Rockies, alone. He’d told him about his photography hobby and how Tech tried to go see him as often as he could. “He’s fine. He’s getting the house ready for winter. He needs to have the windows and insulation checked and the fireplaces swept. Snow doesn’t come in for a while, but he’s always prepared early.”
“Can he handle that? You said he was sixty-seven. Can he chop wood and stuff?” Steele asked. Tech appreciated that he was genuinely concerned.
“No, he doesn’t cut his own wood, but he probably could. He’s still as strong as ever. He buys his firewood and the company brings it out and loads it in his woodshed for him. When I go there, I do a lot of things around the house for him.”
Steele finished another shrimp and wiped his mouth before asking, “Do you think he’d approve of you dating me? A mere high-school educated cop who’s sixteen years your senior. He might think I have pedophilic tendencies.”
Tech pretended to ponder the thought. “Hmm. You have a point. When you were in high school, I wasn’t even born yet.”
Steele looked like he wanted to run and Tech quickly stopped making fun of him. “Hey, you know that line of thinking is ridiculous. I’m a grown man, Steele. I’m almost thirty, so what – you’re forty-five. And you’re much more than just a cop. I was more concerned with my father thinking I was too undisciplined for you. He’ll love you… I mean… you know… if we get to that point. He wanted to go into the military but he got my mom pregnant and she wanted him home. There was no way she could’ve lived on that mountain with two boys and him gone six months out of the year. He’d like you a lot, I’m sure. I’ve always been more mature than my age. When other kids were going to dances and hanging out, I was building computers and earning scholarships. It won’t surprise him in the least that I’m attracted to a mature man.”
“Yeah, I guess it’s a little early, but I’d love to meet him when the time is right.”
“Seriously.” Tech tried not to sound like he wanted to book the first flight out of Atlanta and show off his guy to his dad. He knew his father would be proud of him. Once he saw how enthralled and happy Tech was, coupled with Steele’s accomplishments, his dad would be wanting to call Steele son in no time.
The waitress came back and took their dinner orders. She asked if they were enjoying the movie and Tech had forgotten there was one even playing. Steele’s company was far more entertaining.
“Yes, we are; thank you,” Steele answered, while she cleared away their finished appetizers and refilled their water glasses.
When she left, Tech asked Steele the question that’d been on his mind the entire time he was getting dressed for his date. “What was it like sparring with God?”
Steele barked a laugh. “Painful.”
Tech smiled. “I’m sure. I’ve never seen anyone go at him like that. Most guys are intimidated before they even climb into the ring. But you… you were… great.”
Steele kept his body turned into him while he stroked Tech’s thigh with one hand. “Thank you. Maybe when you have some time, we could go in the mat room and you can show me some of your moves. I’d love to see what you can do. See if you can pin me down.”
Tech’s cock was rising again at the thought of using a few submission moves on Steele. Sure he could probably get out of most of them. “I could do that. I doubt you’ll get as good a match as God gave you, though.”
“I haven’t had that kind of match up since Ack—” Steele paused his rubbing and looked up at the movie screen, his eyes shadowing over.
“I’m sorry,” Tech whispered. “I didn’t mean to stir up—”
“No, it’s okay,” Steele cut in, his voice rough from the reflection. “I know I didn’t handle it well before, the mention of his name, but I’m good. Really.”
Tech was unsure if he should ask, but his inquiring mind wanted to know. “Was he your partner?”
“Not how you’re thinking. He was my comrade… my gunnery. One of the greatest men I’d ever met. We met in Bagdad when he got his orders to my platoon. We hit it off right away. Anytime you saw me, you saw him. Without him, we wouldn’t’ve have been the Fearless Five. It wasn’t until it was too late that I realized he wanted more… more with me.”
“I’m really sorry, Steele. You loved him.”
“I did. But I never got the chance to show him.” Steele leaned in and kissed Tech, murmuring against his parted lips, “I’m not gonna make that mistake again.”
Steele didn’t know how much his words eased the guilt and doubt in Tech’s head. He didn’t want to wonder if Steele was settling – having lost the one he truly wanted.
“He would’ve liked you, ya know.” Steele smiled, the light in his eyes sparking again. “He loved reading and learning. Was smart as a whip. Anything he read, he retained.” Steele laughed. “Had so much useless information in that big head of his, it was ridiculous. Always said he was auditioning for Jeopardy when he retired.”
Tech ducked his head until he felt Steele’s rough fingers grip his chin and lift it back up. “He was different from you. Big. Fuckin’ huge, and blond. Different from the dark and hairy that I typically like. He was one of a kind. Like you.”
Their soft, languid kissing didn’t stop until the waitress cleared her throat, setting down two steaming plates of food in front of them. Both of them dug in with gusto, ready to move on to dessert. There was never a lag in the conversation as they spoke about work and ambitions.
“Are Ruxs and Green still driving you crazy?” Tech asked, taking another bite of his chicken Marsala.
“They’re not so bad. The food is delicious. Going from MREs, to the microwave, now to Green’s cooking. It’s heaven. But my gut won’t handle it if I don’t work out enough. Although, I think I worked off about a million calories in that ring today. My abs are still screaming. Ruxs and Green really are great, and I’m good for now, as long as I keep my headphones in at night.”
Tech could only imagine what Ruxs and Green’s house sounded like in the wee hours of the night.
“I want to look for my own place and was hoping you’d help me with that,” Steele asked, cutting a huge chunk of his Delmonico.
Tech’s eyes widened. That was good news. Looking for a home meant he was staying. “I can. I know of few neighborhoods that would probably interest you.”
“Good. Sooner rather than later, while we’re on our down time.”
“Okay.” Tech drank some more water, feeling satisfied. He pushed his plate away.
“You finished?”
“I am. That was delicious.” Honestly, Tech didn’t want to get too full, he had rigorous activity planned for later.
Steele finished the last of his meat, having cleaned his plate. “You want to see the dessert menu?”
“I have brownies at home. Get the check,” Tech demanded.
Steele’s loud laughter made Tech’s cheeks flush, but he was done pussyfooting. He wanted Steele in his bed in the next fifteen minutes, which would be a challenge since he lived twenty minutes away. They needed to move it.
Steele
He realized that Tech was breaking most of the traffic laws while racing his big SUV along the freeway, taking the exit ramp at an alarming speed. Steele hid his grin behind his fist as he watched the scenery speed past. He wasn’t about to tell him to slow down, that’s for sure. His cock had been confined painfully inside his jeans for the last two hours; he didn’t think he could take much more, himself.
He hardly noticed the street signs as Tech skillfully maneuvered into the parking lot of a small condominium complex. The community was well lit and the lawns looked nicely maintained. He saw what must be a residents-only clubhouse with a gated pool on the side. “This looks nice.”
“Thank you. It is. I’ve been here for three years.” Tech waited until Steele got out, met him at the back of the truck and took his hand. “I’m right there.”
“Good thing you’re on the bottom floor.” He flashed a starving look at Tech to make sure his meaning was clear.
Tech sped up, practically pulling him across the street. Tech hurried and got his key inside the lock and shoved the door open. When he crossed the threshold into the dark condo, he heard the door slam, then Tech’s body pushed into him. Steele took control, grabbing Tech around his narrow waist and turning him so he was pressed against the front door. “You’re ready right now, aren’t you?” Steele asked, his voice deeper in the darkness. He reached down and grabbed Tech’s ass with both hands, finally having those ripe mounds in his clutches.
“I am,” Tech breathed, between frantic kisses. His long fingers pushed at Steele’s coat and he let it slide down his arms and drop to his feet. Next were the buttons on his shirt. Steele braced his hands on the door, trapping his catch, while Tech eagerly undressed him. Finally, his eyes adjusted to the dark and he could see the fire blazing behind the clear lenses of Tech’s glasses. After he finished the last button, Tech ran his hands up Steele’s chest, lingering over his nipples, biting his bottom lip while feasting his eyes on him.
“Goddamnit,” Steele hissed, grabbing Tech’s hands and slamming them over his head, pressing them hard against the door. He thrust into Tech’s groin, rubbing their stiff erections against each other. The thick denim blocking the friction when he really wanted skin against skin. “Bedroom.”
Tech nodded and waited for Steele to release his hands. As soon as he did, Tech moved through a well-furnished living room and past the dining area that’d been turned into an office. He cut down the hall that had two doors on the right and one on the left. Tech opened the last door on the right and turned on the light switch. The light wasn’t too bright like Tech kept a low-watt bulb in the fixture. A ceiling fan came on overhead, blowing some much-needed cool air over their burning flesh. He looked around briefly, catching a small entertainment center that held a few plaques and awards on top, beneath it a flat screen television. He’d have to get a closer look at those commendations later.
Tech dropped down on the low bed, pulled his .22 from his waistband, and took his glasses off, placing them on the nightstand. With his shirt wide open, Steele placed his own firearm next to Tech’s and walked over to him, his spread legs looking so welcoming. He stood there looking down on him in wonderment. He caressed the side of that soft face while Tech reached for his belt. It felt like he’d been fantasizing about this moment for a very long time. But he was glad they’d waited because it made this night all the more special. He cared for Tech and felt like they were smoothly transitioning into a relationship. They were both ready to take this to the next level, each getting what they’d wanted from the very beginning. Steele wanting a date and Tech wanting him buried deep inside him.
He ran his hands through Tech’s hair, the strands gliding through his fingers, while his pants were unbuttoned and spread open. Tech buried his face against his stomach, rubbing his cheek along the dark brown hairs below his navel. Steele groaned, dropping his chin to his chest so he wouldn’t miss a thing. Tech looked lost in himself as he rubbed his face back and forth over Steele’s stomach, working his way lower and lower until hot, damp breaths ghosted over his thick pubic hair.
Tech’s nimble fingers pulled at the waistband of his boxers like he wanted to slowly reveal his prize. Steele wouldn’t rush him, for him this was all about Tech, showing him he could be what Tech needed. He could be a man he could trust, a man that would stand by him and a man that could give his body what it’d been craving. “Take your clothes off,” Steele commanded, realizing Tech was still fully clothed. He wanted to see all that smooth, ivory skin.
Tech pulled his sweater over his head, looking up at him with desperation gleaming in his brown eyes as he next began unbuttoning his plaid shirt. He looked so gorgeous, unveiling himself just for him. Finally, he saw slim but toned shoulders and a smooth back that he couldn’t resist rubbing his hands over while Tech went back to freeing his dick from inside his boxers.
A sigh of relief left his mouth when his pants were pushed down further and his cock sprang up, bumping Tech’s chin. Tech’s mouth watered, Steele cupped his cheek gently, urging him to do what he wanted. Tech licked a long line from the base of his dick to his weeping head, making him fight to not buck his hips. “Oh god.”
Tech continued to torture him with light licks and brushes of his cheeks along his shaft before finally… finally, taking him fully into his mouth. Steele’s eyes fell closed but he quickly opened them. “Yessss.”
Moaning and slurping around his balls, Tech went all in, leaving Steele’s groin slick with his spit. “Fuck.” Steele pulled away and Tech grabbed his hips, pulling him back to his mouth like a crazed man, shoving his dick back in, groaning loudly as the head bumped the back of his throat. “Ahh. Shit, baby. Not ready to come, yet.”
Steele had to push Tech back, pulling him up the bed and covering him, pressing him into his soft comforter. They stared at each other for a couple seconds, catching their breath. Steele ran his thumb over Tech’s lips, smearing the slickness on his finger then pushing it inside. Tech’s eyes closed while Steele pressed his thumb further into his mouth, moving it in and out, matching the thrust of his hips.
“You feel good on top of me,” Tech rasped, his soft tenor turning to a deeper bass that was driving Steele insane. Tech spread his legs wider, growling when his pants restricted him. Steele rose up and began removing the rest of Tech’s clothes. Sliding his underwear and jeans off at the same time and adding his own to the pile. He stared at Tech’s long, practically hairless legs – such a stark contrast to the dark bushy hair on his own – and ran his hands down his thighs, gripping the backs of his knees and spreading him open. His hair was trimmed around the base of his engorged cock. Steele had never thought he cared about grooming, but he liked it, especially on Tech. He took care of himself, took pride in his appearance. Steele knelt and wrapped his mouth around the head of Tech’s cock, descending until his nose was pressed firmly against the short hairs.
“Unnnh!” Tech’s back bowed off the mattress and Steele pressed him back down.
Damn, he tasted delicious. Just as Steele thought he would. Masculine and sweet at the same time. Steele tucked his hands under Tech’s ass and lifted, forcing him deeper inside his mouth. Tech whined like he had when he’d jerked off in the shower, but it sounded a lot sexier in person. “Where’s your lube?”
Tech was flicking his own nipples when Steele looked up, and he had to squeeze his own balls to keep from coming all over the blanket. He was so lost in Tech’s flavor that he hadn’t looked up to see Tech’s tongue peeking out between his shiny lips as he stimulated himself. Steele gritted at the sharp need in his balls. “Get it – now.”
Tech moaned and reached for the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of slick and setting it beside him. Steele reversed their positions, easily settling Tech on top of him. He could see Tech was enjoying Steele taking the reins, submitting to whatever Steele wanted and right now, he wanted Tech to feed him that lengthy dick while he got his hole ready.
“Climb up here, minu armas. Want you to push that cock down my throat,” Steele said hoarsely.
Tech crawled up Steele’s body and settled his ass on his thick chest, rubbing his cock over the coarse hairs on Steele’s chin before raising up and easing his dick inside his mouth just like he’d been told. Tech gripped the short hair on top of his head while he fucked his mouth with shallow thrusts. Steele picked up the lube and messily dumped some on his fingers. He was too overwhelmed to do anything with finesse at this point. Using both hands, Steele spread one cheek and grazed Tech’s seam with his lubed fingers, slicking him up and down before nudging at his tight entrance.
He let Tech’s cock slide from his mouth, then eagerly began nuzzling and lapping at the crinkled skin covering his balls. The clean smell of soap mixed with Tech’s own musk had Steele ready to plunge deep inside and claim this man.
“Don’t be gentle,” Tech hissed, pushing his ass down harder on Steele’s fingers.
Steele had traveled the world, had bedded enough men in his lifetime to know what did it for him, but he’d never lost his mind like this. He was sure with the slightest touch he could blow like a geyser. Tech was ticking off everything he wanted in a lover. Wanton, aggressive, eager, throwing in a bit of dominance. Steele’s tongue was right there, pushing Tech’s ass higher so he could lick that sweet hole. Tech went crazy on top of him, driving his ass down on his mouth while Steele fucked him with his fingers.
