Nothing Special V, page 32
part #5 of Nothing Special Series
“Did I tell you looked nice tonight?” Steele said close to his ear.
“Yes. But thank you again.” Tech looked down at his light brown Calvin Klein sweater and black jeans. He looked plain, but for some reason, Steele repeatedly complimented his look.
“You smell good, too.” Steele licked at the base of Tech’s hairline.
Tech squirmed, his balls tightening. He couldn’t help but reach down and adjust his cock, which was growing at an awkward angle in his pants.
“You getting hard for me, baby?” Steele asked him thickly.
“I’m always hard for you,” Tech said on a stimulated breath.
“I like how that sounds.” Steele’s hand was under his sweater and t-shirt, his thumb brushing tenderly over his nipple. “Will you do something for me, armastaja?”
Tech moaned his response. “Anything.”
Steele growled appreciatively, like Tech’s answer was perfect. “Take your dick out. Let me see you.”
“Oh fuck.” Tech twisted back and forth against Steele’s hard body. With shaky fingers, Tech undid the button of his pants.
“Slowly.” Steele nipped Tech’s ear. “I can feel how hot your body is, but I don’t want you to rush.”
Tech inched his zipper down and splayed his pants open. Despite the fact that it was a chilly fifty-two degrees outside, the inside of his truck was quickly heating up.
“Take it out… all of it… wanna see those smooth balls too.” Steele’s voice dripped like honey around him.
Tech tucked his underwear under his sack, gasping with relief at the release from restriction. Biting his bottom lip, he used both hands, one massaging his heavy balls and the other stroking himself as slowly as Steele asked. “Oh god.”
“Yeah… just like that.” Steele pinched Tech’s nipple harder while sucking on his neck.
Tech gazed up at the stars over their heads, feeling like he was floating in outer space, the sensation of being under Steele’s control feeling beyond amazing. He naturally stroked faster, his fingers taking him towards his climax. He could hear Steele’s moans mixing in with his own erotic song.
“That’s it. Show me how you get yourself off when I’m not with you. When I’m not in your bed. Do you think of me, armastaja, when you have your dick in your hand?”
“Edwin,” Tech whimpered. He squeezed his balls and the tip of his cock, pulling a thick drop of precome from it and using it to slick his way to ecstasy. Tech couldn’t hear the movie anymore, didn’t know anything happening around them, it was only him, his desire, and his Marine.
“Do you cry my name like that when I’m not with you?” Steele asked with Tech’s earlobe between his teeth.
His sex throbbed in his hand, his breathing labored and fogging the windows. Tech moved faster, couldn’t slow down, couldn’t hold back whether he was ordered to or not. Steele was whispering stern words in another language in his ear, words of his Estonian heritage. It sounded forceful and racy. Tech jerked wildly, but Steele’s strong arms kept him in place as his orgasm stiffened his spine and shot through his engorged shaft. Tech had barely gotten Steele’s name out of his mouth when he was pushed back against the seat and Steele swept down and captured the head of his dick in his mouth, just in time to catch the first jet of come to erupt from him. Steele sucked him hard, sucked the shouts of passion from him with each release of his seed. When he was too over-stimulated to take any more, he gripped Steele’s chin, urging him to let his cock slip from his tight suction.
Steele finally sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking pleased and predatory, like he was about to pounce on him any second. Eyeing the thick bulge in Steele’s jeans, Tech realized that an attack was highly likely. Tech was splayed against the seat, trying to catch his breath from one of the most powerful orgasms he’d ever had… but when he thought about it… didn’t he think that every time Steele made him come?
“If you only knew what I want to do to you right now,” Steele growled, massaging himself through his denim while Tech lay there recovering.
“Give me two minutes,” Tech answered, his chest still heaving.
“Fuck that. We’re leaving.” Steele jumped out of the truck, leaving Tech breathless in the backseat with his cock lying lifeless on his thigh.
Steele got in the driver’s seat and started it up, easing from the space. “Where… where are we going? I thought we were gonna have drive-in sex.”
“You’re too special for me to fuck you in the back seat of a truck surrounded by eleven other vehicles.”
Tech smiled lazily, chewing on his lip while his boyfriend sped them down the highway to who knew where.
Steele
He had to stop looking at Tech in the rearview mirror before he veered off the road and crashed. His boyfriend was just so damn sexy, sitting back there with his dick still out, writhing back and forth on the seat. He couldn’t hear what Tech was mumbling to himself, he looked lost in his own erogenous world. Coming that hard was a potent wave of euphoria taking over your entire body, but coming down from a powerful climax was an amazing sensation in itself.
Steele pushed hard on his erection, pressing the gas a little too much as he merged onto the twenty. He’d wanted so badly to flip Tech’s ass over and push inside him, but he meant more to him than that. Fooling around at a drive-in, fondling, sucking, kissing, was fine – thank heaven for Tech’s darkly tinted windows – but Tech’s body was his to cherish. He wouldn’t demean their coming together. Every time Tech gave himself to Steele, he was thankful for it, knowing now what it meant to make love. That didn’t mean they could only do it in a bedroom underneath Egyptian cotton sheets, only that it was all still so emotional right now.
“Edwin. Where are we going? Hurry up,” Tech moaned.
Steele quickly glanced back and saw Tech was almost fully hard again, stroking himself. “Fuuuck.” Steele shook his head, gripping his dick so hard it hurt. He looked at the map on Tech’s display screen and saw he was only two minutes away after he took his exit onto West Peachtree. “Almost there, baby.”
Steele stopped at the light and chanced a peek in the rearview, seeing drugged brown eyes looking back at him. Tech sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and released it slowly, his teeth grazing the tender flesh. Ungh, fuck. Steele adjusted himself in the seat, still staring. Tech was leaking on his leather seats, his legs gaped open so wide Steele could see his hole. Motherfucker. Tech knew what he was doing to him because while his eyes were filled with yearning, his wet lips were curved into a smile that meant trouble. Tech pinched the head of his dick, another clear bead drizzling over and down the underside of his full shaft. Tech smeared it over his middle finger and inched closer to his hole, teasing Steele with torturously slow movements. “Yeah,” Steele said gutturally. Tech pushed the tip of his—
A horn blasted behind him and Steele jerked back forward, looking up at the green light that had just turned yellow when he stomped on the gas. He hadn’t realized how long he’d been sitting there engrossed by his lover’s show.
Steele pulled into the Aloft Atlanta Downtown and parked in one of the back parking spaces. He turned off the truck and turned around, reaching for Tech. He gripped him behind his neck and yanked him forward, crashing their mouths together, biting him hard enough to jolt him out of his haze. Tech slid forward like he was going to climb over the center console and into Steele’s lap. Damn, he was so in love with this man. An intellect paired with the insatiability of a sex addict.
“I’m going to get us a room.” Steele reached for Tech’s dick, firmly stroking it a couple times. “Put this away… for a few minutes.”
Tech simply nodded like he was too horny to speak the words.
Steele pulled his cock upwards in his jeans and closed his leather jacket before he went into the lobby to register for a room. He asked for a king-sized suite, thinking they should stay here a couple days and enjoy some of their unexpected time off. The desk clerk smiled suggestively at him, her long red hair swept up into a large bun on her head with tendrils hanging around her delicate face. She was very attractive, but Steele hardly paid attention to her soft rambling about the heated rooftop pool, billiards room, Wi-Fi passwords, and complimentary breakfast.
“You look like you’d enjoy our exercise room.” She smiled, putting his set of key cards in an envelope.
“My boyfriend probably would,” Steele said casually, taking the envelope and thanking her.
Tech
“What made you pack a bag?” Steele asked, sticking the card into the door scanner.
“I thought I was staying with you. Why do you have your backpack?”
“I was staying with you.” Steele chuckled.
“We need to communicate better.” Tech smiled up at him, walking into the room.
Steele let the door close behind them, dropped his bag and pulled Tech into his arms. “Oh, I think we communicate just fine.” Steele’s touch was calmer now, unlike ten minutes ago. It was adoring and romantic as he held the back of Tech’s head while lightly rubbing his back. He looked into Tech’s eyes and affectionately kissed him. “I love you.”
“Mmm,” Tech moaned. “I love you.”
They held each other for a moment, not in a rush, realizing they had the whole night; actually, they had a few days. He didn’t know how much the room was, but the Aloft hotel was nice. Located in Downtown amidst a ton of restaurants, shops, clubs, there was a lot they could do. Tech let Steele go and walked farther into the room. It was beautiful. The bed was huge and draped in starched white linens, looking like it’d never been used before. There were orange and blue decorative pillows to give it a splash of color, which matched perfectly with the colorful drapes. The art was chic and modern, as were the furnishings. He wanted to stay there with Steele their entire break and made a mental note to talk with him later about splitting the costs. He wanted to be fair.
Steele gave Tech some space while he looked around. The back wall was floor to ceiling windows. Tech turned the heat on low to knock the chill off the large space. The room was on the twelfth floor and Tech couldn’t resist opening the heavy curtains and staring across exquisitely lit Downtown at night.
“That’s sexy, huh?” Steele came up behind him, laying a soft kiss on the back of his neck. It was another part of Tech’s body he was obsessed with.
“Yeah.” Tech sighed. He turned around, looking further into the room and gasped at the massive Jacuzzi tub right outside the bathroom door. “Oh, come on, let’s take a bath together. That one’s exactly like Day’s tub.”
Steele looked quizzically at him. “First of all, how do you know what Day’s tub looks like and second, I don’t take baths.”
“Well, to answer your first question. Everyone knows what Day and God’s bedroom looks like because it’s where Day keeps his prize jazz collection that he can never resist showing off along with the model cars that he builds. I’m sure as soon as you go there, he’ll drag you up to see it.”
“Oh. Alright, then.” Steele released Tech and retrieved his backpack from the floor.
Tech went to the tub and started to fill it with water. He sat on the edge looking expectantly at his boyfriend, trying to look pitiful and pleading at the same time. “You going to make me get in this huge tub all by myself? Why would you get this amenity if you didn’t plan to use it? I love these; they make me feel so… good.”
Steele stopped searching in his bag when he heard the suggestiveness Tech projected in his voice. “It came with the suite. Never mind how it makes you feel, grown ass men don’t take baths.”
“Right. Because only two-year-old toddlers should get in this thing.”
“Smart mouth makes a soft ass, Shawn.” Steele stared at him.
“That’s the spirit.” Tech winked. “Get undressed. I’m gonna use the bathroom. It’ll take a while for this to fill up.”
Steele
Steele watched Tech practically floating in the deep tub, grinning excitedly like a kid in a toy store. He’d removed his glasses, his wet hair slicked back from his face. He didn’t know which one of them looked more ridiculous. Tech, playing in the chest-deep water or him, standing there butt naked with a petulant scowl and his hands on his hips.
“Come on. You know you want to get in. The water feels great,” Tech purred.
“If you tell anyone, I’ll deny it,” Steele said, climbing in.
“Promise. I won’t tell anyone you bathed this weekend.” Tech slid between Steele’s legs as soon as he was settled in.
Out of sheer stubbornness, Steele didn’t moan when the hot water encased his body, but fuck it felt good. Lying there with Tech in his arms, he felt like he was actually on vacation. They let the water relax them while they talked about any and everything.
“What do you wanna do in the morning?” Steele asked, rubbing soapy circles over Tech’s chest.
“I’m supposed to go to Chen’s, but I can call and cancel. It’s at noon since I don’t have a personal session.”
“No. Don’t do that. If you want to go, I can go with you. I’d love to see it.”
“Really? You want to go with me?” Tech asked eagerly.
“It’s important to you. It’s where you honed your skills to become the badass you are today. I’d be honored for you to show me where you’ve worked so hard the past couple years. Show me the designs your brilliant mind came up with for the program.” Steele ran his hands through Tech’s hair. “Then I think you should take me to those neighborhoods you marked last week. Since we have a few days, I want to take a look at some of them. I need my own place, baby. Need a lot more uninterrupted time with you.”
Tech craned his head to the side, looking up at Steele like he was the luckiest man in the world, but Steele felt like it was the other way around. Tech cupped his cheek, leaning in for a kiss. Steele held Tech’s palm, kissing his wrinkled fingers. “Let’s get out of this tub. We’re turning into raisins.”
Tech stood up and held his hand out to him. They dried off and pulled back the soft cotton sheets on the bed, climbing in right behind each other. Tech reached up and turned off the light on his side of the bed. Steele left the dim light of his bedside lamp on, wanting to see Tech’s face until he closed his eyes. He yawned at the thought of sleep. He’d gotten up early; it’d been a long day.
“You not going to sleep yet, are you?” Tech asked around a yawn.
“I think it was the bath. I’m feeling real relaxed right now.” Steele pulled Tech into his body, enclosing him in his warmth.
“Don’t you want me to—?”
“Shh. Sleep, armastaja.” Steele was already dozing.
“I want you to be satisfied,” Tech whispered, grinding his naked lower body on his thigh.
Steele popped him on the ass. “Be still. I’m satisfied just like this.”
Steele felt Tech smile against his chest. He waited until he heard Tech’s deep breathing before he succumbed to his own peace.
Steele was getting some of the best rest he’d ever had. In his subconscious, he knew he didn’t have to be anywhere early and he could feel his sweetheart in his arms. He teetered between half-asleep and half-awake for most of the night. He thought he was having a wet dream and might’ve even moaned a few times, he wasn’t sure and he didn’t care. Steele was warm and comfortable, the feeling of hands on him kept him on the edge of being fully awake, but would soothe him right back into slumber. He was floating in that lustful state where he thought he heard sounds of pleasure but wasn’t sure if it was him making them since he felt so good. His body was gently rocked back and forth like he was being lulled back to sleep every time he came to. He knew his dick was hard, he could feel the stimulation, the tingling in his balls, but his languid mood kept him from reaching for it, he was comfortable where his hands were. On supple, soft skin. His head rested on a fluffy pillow, his face nestled in silky hair. Steele wanted to stay like this for as long as he could.
Another moan, louder this time, pierced through his fog, causing his eyes to flutter. It was still pitch dark outside, not even a sliver of daylight breaking. It must be two or three in the morning. Lying on his side with Tech’s back against him, movement drew his attention lower. In and out motion – the reason for his body rocking back and forth – a slicking sound… a lewd moan. Steele looked down his body, past his chest, to his hard cock that was pointed at Tech’s hole. A hole that Tech was pushing two fingers deep inside of.
Oh, he was awake now. Steele slowly ran his hand up Tech’s chest. “You bad boy.” Steele’s voice was as rough as sandpaper from sleep, but Tech’s response to him was obscene.
Tech reached for Steele’s dick and nudged back until its head was right there at his slippery entrance. Steele had his arm under Tech’s head, he brought it up and held a handful of his sleep-tousled hair in his hand while he squeezed Tech’s hip with the other. Tech pushed back onto him, controlling the entry, easing Steele inside him… with no condom.
As if they both realized it at the same time, Tech paused midway, his breath hitching from either the realization or the penetration, Steele didn’t know. But he did know that he trusted Tech. He loved him and he knew they were both good. This was right. “Keep going,” he ordered hoarsely.
Tech moaned loudly, and in one move, pushed back and sheathed Steele’s dick in an amazing, hot restriction that made him grunt and fold in over Tech’s back. “Fuck,” Steele cursed, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to get a handle on the feeling that had just taken hold of him.
Steele was so wrapped around Tech’s body he didn’t know where he began and where Tech’s frame ended. Tech lay there, motionless, breathing through the feeling and Steele didn’t dare disrupt him. This was all about Tech, he’d let him direct this show.
After a few more tense seconds, Tech began a lazy sway of his hips, moving back and forth in shallow pumps, pushing his ass back into Steele’s pelvis. It was glorious. Steele kept a hold of Tech’s hair but he moved his other arm up Tech’s chest and held him there so their upper halves never parted. He kissed Tech’s shoulder, licked across the back of his neck, and sucked on his collarbone while he made slow love to him. Moving his pale hips in unhurried motions, taking his sweet time.
