Buckle Up, page 2
part #1 of Commitment Series
I find none.
I glance back just as he’s pulling his jeans up against his bare ass cheeks. My eyes stick to him as he twists on his toes to face me before sauntering out, fly undone, against a clean palette and a t-shirt half way over his head so his abs pull taught, rippling with his every movement.
“So, what’s your home situation like?” He asks, “This isn’t really the life for a married guy with kids.”
“No, that would be tough. Thankfully, I’m single and not planning on finding a girlfriend any time soon. You can’t get a job like this and be chasing everything that moves.” I remember Elliott’s reputation, “Sorry, no offense.” I hold up my hands, palms facing him.
A smile curls his lips. “None taken.”
His presence is troublesome to my usually nonchalant attitude and my spine stiffens as he hovers side on to zip his jeans. His open V is level with my nose.
I avert my eyes, not sure where I should look.
“My reputation does proceed me I’m afraid,” he says continuing without any kind of indication that he senses my tension.
“Doesn’t it bother you, that all the papers talk mirthlessly about your love life?” It’s out of my mouth before I can bite it back.
He doesn’t recoil or furrow his brow. Instead, a grin splashes over his features, lighting up those blue eyes again. “Why would I care? I don’t have any ties. Romances are too complicated for this way of life. You said so yourself. And let’s face it, variety is the spice of life.”
I chuckle, hearing my voice as he would. It sounds deep and throaty. Am I flirting with him?
Really? Talk about taking star-struck to the extreme. I’ll have to reign my adoration in as it’s totally not cool when I work with the guy. Plus, let’s face it. This is one man who could get the wrong impression, and much as I’m drawn to him, I am not up for that.
Elliott
He likes me. Admittedly, I left the door open while I changed on purpose and of course, zipped my jeans when I was about as close to his mouth as I could muster without an arrest warrant being issued. But he’s flirting with me.
And I like it. I like him.
And what I like, I get.
Kyle Beaumont just doesn’t realize it yet.
“How about you, Kyle? Do you enjoy a little spice in your life?” I must be careful not to overplay this, so I relax back and waggle a single eyebrow.
“Huh?” His eyes dip to the table. He awkwardly laughs again, his response sticks in his throat. “Uh, sometimes, but not in the way I think you’re suggesting.”
“Ah, now that’s a shame because you are a fine example of the male species.”
His eyes bounce up and lock into mine. His breath is quick, matching mine as his lips form an oval. I’m not so sure his breathing is rapid for the same reason as mine, but a man can hope.
“Don’t worry, I’m toying with you, I never mix business and pleasure. It doesn’t make sense.”
He whistles, those black eyes drilling into me. I’ve never seen such dark eyes with so much light. I make a split decision to push. “Unless it’s absolutely necessary, that is.” I flash my whitened teeth and wink.
“Hey, you’re acting like I don’t get a say in the matter.” His tone has lifted an octave.
I lean forward, “I’m just saying, that’s all. A little taste of the gorgeous Kyle may force a man to make an exception to his rule.”
“And what about the exception to my rule? That rule, which says I’m straight.”
“Ah, rules are meant to be broken. Surely, you’re not against trying something new now and again? What harm can it do?”
“Hey, a lot. I’m straight.” He holds his hands out in front of him in a ‘what the fuck,’ gesture, but laughs.
For my part, I have to stop myself from launching at him right there and then. But, that will get me nowhere. “Ah, such a shame. You should look outside your comfort zone sometimes you know.” He laughs with me, unguarded and calm.
How foolish of him.
Kyle
Well, that was a weird hour. I wasn’t sure what to make of Elliott. I enjoyed spending time with him. We had some laughs, apart from him coming onto me every other second, but I think it’s just how he’s become programmed to behave around strangers. Playing the big man.
But I could see us going out for a beer sometime and having fun. He doesn’t take himself too seriously which is enormously engaging and he’s the opposite of what I expected. The person you see in TV interviews is suspicious and focused on winning. Thinking about it, it does stand to reason that he comes across as serious, even harsh. But the real man is a totally different entity. He’s naughty, childish, and fun.
* * *
I’m out eating with the team a few hours later when the sun is starting to drop behind the horizon. I say out, but we don’t actually go anywhere. We have a barbecue around the trailers we’re all sharing. Someone has lit a fire to keep the bugs away and we’re cooking on some embers while sitting round shooting the shit.
I’m halfway through gnawing on a T-Bone when I hear:
“To what do we owe this honor?” It’s Jessie the PR manager. I don’t know her well but she’s puffed her chest out in a way that tells everyone she has an interest in Elliott Judd above and beyond simple press releases. Interesting.
“I thought I’d grace you with my presence, that’s all, and come along and join you for a bite. It is the first day of the new season after all, and we do have a new member of the team I need to get to know.” Elliott bends at the waist, making an amplified bow. There’s discord as he’s warned not to eat our dinner, raucous laughter making it surprisingly clear that they’re not joking.
“Don’t worry, you know how my diet is regulated at this time of year. My party time just ended boys; I’m back on the wagon.” He wanders over to the grill and picks up a carrot stick from the salad prepared on tin foil plates to the side and crunches it down.
He pulls up a seat next to me and settles one leg at a right angle across his other. “You enjoying your first night on the road?” he asks.
I freeze as his thigh brushes mine, whether it’s from fear or excitement I’m not sure, but as it lingers, in what I’m sure must be an uncomfortable position, I don’t move. I leave my leg exactly where it was, focused on his warmth through his jeans as I reply, “Sure, it’ll be better when I get more acquainted with everyone. But as first nights go, it’s pretty good.” My voice shakes. I’m pretty sure he notices, but thankfully he ignores it and I allow myself to release the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
“Well at least you’re acquainted with me. That’s why I decided to come down here tonight. I thought it would be nice to pay you a visit and keep you company while you settle in.”
“Well, thanks. I appreciate the gesture.” If we were drinking bottles of beer I’d clink mine to his, but as it is, I lean forward and stare into the flames as they dance around logs, ignoring the exhilaration of the tension throbbing between us.
We sit, the group chatting as one, a team happy to be back together for another year on the road. Every move he makes sends jolts of anticipation through me. Anticipation of what I have no clue. But I can’t concentrate much on anything, least of all what anyone else is saying.
“I’m going to turn in, I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow,” Elliott says, then lowers his voice. “I don’t suppose you’d like to join me, would you?”
But, wow, he’s still insatiable. “Oh, and I thought you were just testing your beginners’ luck earlier.”
“I was. Still am. And then when that runs out, I’ll try something else. You don’t win without putting in the effort.” He nudges me as he stands.
“Well, I’ll see you in the morning. Don’t wait up for me.” I shove him back. As I do, he moves, and I catch his solid stomach. Blood rushes to my head as I remember how that looked earlier.
What is wrong with me? Does it only take a little flattery for me to get hot under the collar for a guy now? When I’m around him, my senses are alive, I’m alive.
Sure, part of that MUST be that he’s famous, but that memory of him after his shower keeps replaying in my mind. I’m reliving the vision of his athletic, bronzed and very bare chest, of his hard, lean body disappearing into that tiny towel and the muscular shaft of his thighs. I feel crazy! And I’m not comfortable with the burn between my legs as those video’s replay. And yet, they continue to loop, sending my heart into an uncomfortable frenzy which only gets worst when he’s close.
And now, with his back disappearing over toward his camper, I feel strangely alone. Everyone else is engaged in conversations and I’m on the outside, and it’s not because I’m new around here. It’s been a long day, and I’m feeling horny. I might not be looking for a girlfriend, but it has still been too long since I came. I stand. It’s time to make a move and put myself back on the even keel that Elliott Judd has unstabilized.
I’ll drift back to the trailer now before everyone else. Let me take care of this ache before bumping into Elliott again tomorrow. That’s what the issue has been today, a lack of action which can easily be rectified with my own hand.
Kyle
I head toward the toilets and hear a noise. It’s not conversation, exactly, but there’s something going on. I don’t have time to figure it out before I see it.
Elliott is standing banked against the group of toilets. His pants are open, and he has Jessie at his crotch. Actually, to be precise, he has Jessie round his crotch. She’s sucking and gagging and riding him so hard down her throat, I’m surprised her eyes don’t pop out.
I stop, ‘He said he was going to bed’ is my only thought. I’m peeved, irrational anger rising like bile up my throat.
I swallow and bit the bile back down. ‘Who am I to come along and demand this Lothario changes his spots. It’s not like I’m even interested, for goodness’ sake. And I told him so.’
I remain motionless save for my body twitching. I mean my body twitches. Watching Elliott get blown by Jessie is hot.
I harden. I can’t help it. I was aroused before I walked into this live sex show.
My cock is throbbing in my pants, straining against my zipper, aching to be used. I try and subdue it with a firm press of my palm, ignoring my need to run over and get involved.
Instead, I watch in the shadows.
A twig snaps underfoot.
Jessie doesn’t notice, but Elliott, oh he does. Our eyes seal in one unilateral gaze. The acceleration of my heart rate has nothing to do with being caught, and everything to do with him stealing the craving from my eyes and mirroring it back, magnifying our spark.
The rest of the world becomes unimportant, a blur against the backdrop of his face. It tells me it wasn’t just his smart-ass mouth running off earlier. His look screams that he wants me with everything he has. And even though he has the pretty Jessie diving down his hardened shaft, it’s me that he desires.
It should scare me. Make me run away as fast as I can. But it must be the excitement of the day, because it only makes me horny as hell. I rub myself standing in those bushes, crushing my cock between my palm and my body, trying to gain at least some release. Only feeling more tension. More surprising carnal desire for this man.
Elliott’s eyes drop to focus on my hand. The kick I feel in the pit of my stomach as he watches me move up and down against my hardness is all encompassing. My rhythm is slow at first, but speeds up as his intensity ignites into tiny explosions that melt the blue ice of his eyes.
I dare to imagine what it would be like to have him sucking me off. Would it be different than a woman? He would know better than a woman who has no more of a guide than the arbitrary sounds of a grateful partner.
I press harder, then faster and as Elliott identifies my desire and explodes in Jessie’s mouth so much that it dribbles down the side of her chin.
I stop myself short, catching my breath. My groin is on fire and I think-this is madness.
I will not stand in the bushes on my first day on a new job and jerk off over a superstar getting a blow job.
What is going on in my head?
Apart from absolutely not being gay, and therefore this being of no interest to me whatsoever, I do not want to be known as the dirty pervert who lurks among the trees watching random team members make out.
Or worse, I could get fired for unprofessional behavior. I wonder what happened to the guy I replaced.
I take off, fast, in the opposite direction. My teeth can wait tonight. I’ll brush them in the morning.
Elliott
Oh, he is one provocative mother fucker. Kyle does not understand even half of the sexual pull he holds. And I’m all out to get him to pull me. Seeing him in the bushes made me throb more than anything Jessie could achieve. I may have just shot my load down her throat, but it was Kyle I was imagining. And spotting him lurking in the shadows just made me crave him even more. I can’t get him out of my head.
I’m lying in bed, struggling to focus on a big day of testing tomorrow, and I see him every time I close my fucking eyes.
I replay the locking of our gaze. The chemistry between us is insane. He may play the straight card, but he felt it too. I could see where his eyes were focused, and it wasn’t at Jessie’s mouth round my shaft. They were fixated on me. He grew hard for me. Rubbing himself for me.
I need to have him.
I pull myself under the covers in my trailer, peel back my foreskin and think of him as the warm tingle seeps into my balls. His image is burned behind my retinas, and the feel of him close makes my heart flutter against the shadows.
I remember I can text him. His number is automatically uploaded into my phone.
Without a second’s hesitation about potential repercussions, I scroll through my contacts, and there he is, ‘Kyle Beaumont.’
My fingers type what is racing round my thoughts: ‘That was hot.’
I wait, tapping my finger on my screen while my right hand works my shaft, slow and precise, waiting for his response. A few minutes pass before my phone burrs.
Kyle: ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you.’
‘I liked you disturbing me. I wish it was you I came inside.’ I smear my viscous liquid around my bulbous head, swiping under its rim, shivers stinging my balls in readiness of Kyle’s response. I cup them, stroke their sensitive underside as I continue to work myself slowly with my other hand.
Kyle: ‘But I’m straight. It won’t ever happen.’
‘You didn’t look straight rubbing your cock for me.’ There’s a pause. I caught him, and he knows it.
Kyle: ‘I needed to pee. You were by the toilet.’
‘You’d have struggled to go with that hard on.’
Kyle: ‘Go to sleep. Tomorrow is huge for me. I can’t fuck this up.’
‘Nice choice of words. I’ll ignore the innuendo.’
Kyle: ‘Funny. Go away. I’m sleeping.’
‘Sleep tight.’
I wait for him to text me again, even just to say night, but it doesn’t come.
Instead I yank my foreskin back and forth, frustration boiling over into the rough treatment of my pleasure center. I imagine Kyle straddled over my naked body, lowering onto me. I grip myself tighter to simulate the snugness of his first time and rub faster, harder, almost pulling my tip off.
Slipping my spare hand under my buttock, I spread my cheeks apart and circle my finger.
That does it. Finally, a release. Peace.
And I may sleep.
Kyle
I can’t get myself off. The phone keeps interrupting me and I don’t know how I feel about that.
Actually, I do.
I’m excited. He went to the trouble of finding my number, and he’s wanting phone sex. My cock has a life of its own, springing to attention at the mere thought of Elliott, let alone his insinuations.
And that’s before I start with the slow motion replays my mind has on a loop of him at the toilet block. His head arcing back and the yearning in his brilliant blue eyes. His yearning for me. I replay him greeting me wearing only his towel, and how he turned my insides into a heady mix of electricity and jelly when he left the door open to dress.
Plus, it seems like he rarely comes out of his RV to mix socially with the team. But he ventured out tonight. And he chose to sit with me.
But then my brain kicks in, ‘Am I just flattered, or is something else at play here?’ I’ve never once jerked off to a guy. Not even as a teenager. How can this all change in less than a day?
Elliott has charisma; there’s no doubt about that. I’ve never been around a star before. That’s all it is. One hot episode by a group of mobile toilets doesn’t suddenly mean I’m interested in guys. And even if it does, he’s a self-confessed player. I’m not about to change the whole course of my life for someone who has told me a few hours before that his spice of life is variety.
That’s not where I wanted to land up when I left the gang to go jerk off in the trailer. I wanted to be free from the energy floating around my groin. To prevent it rushing at inconvenient moments through my balls and up every nerve of my back, threatening to embarrass me in my new place of work and home.
‘Fucking hell, just come won’t you.’ I spit at my cock as I tug the back of my hand round toward me and up, taking in my shaft and head in one seamless movement.
I close my eyes, begging for release. I’m panting, and my skin is covered with a sticky film of salty sweat. As my eyelids drop, my mind returns to that image again. Elliott, pants undone, distended dick ramming down a girl’s throat and his gaze connected to mine.
