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Aric hit the back of his head on the shower wall. “Hey, look. You don't have to—”
“Oh yes, I fucking do.”
Stu let the spray wash over him as he knelt before Aric, sweeping his hair away from his
cheeks. Aric almost swooned at his electrifying touch. When did he ever swoon? Everything
around him became surreal; this naked man in front of him promised so much.
Denial of his urges became almost impossible, but he had to ask. “This is crazy. Have you
ever been with a guy?”
“No, but it can't be that hard. We're a lot less complicated than women.” Stu lifted Aric's
bloodied arm, a frown crossing his face. “What's this?” He pressed the pad of his finger to one of
the fresh puncture marks.
Trapped into this crazy situation, Aric swept aside all common sense. “I'm morphing into a
fucking vampire, idiot. Those are from taking my own blood.”
Stu scratched his head. “I thought so.” He wiped the bloodied punctures with his fingers
and let the water wash the blood from his hand. “You're feeding on yourself, then?”
Without waiting for Aric's response, Stu stood and shut off the water, then stepped out of
the shower and returned with two towels. He draped one around his neck and wrapped the other
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around Aric's shoulders. He took Aric's hand and lifted him to his feet, whispering, “Let's towel
off.”
Aric stared into Stu's guileless eyes. “Didn't you hear what I said? I'm a V-A-M-P-I-R-E.”
“You don't have to spell it out. I'm not a moron.” He lifted the edge of Aric's top lip. “Your
fangs aren't that impressive. I've seen worse.” Then he placed a kiss on Aric's cheek, keeping his
hands on his shoulders.
What the hell? Now, more than sex, he needed answers. “Why aren't you surprised,
shocked, incredulous? How did you know it was a strix? How come you—”
Stu pressed three fingers to Aric's lips, shutting him up. “I'll explain…later.” Then he
removed his fingers and replaced them with a scorching kiss.
Aric's questions smashed into a thousand pieces. By the time he pulled away from that
burning kiss, he was lost. All he could think about was sex with Stu. “Fine,” he managed to say.
“But I want an explanation later.”
Taking Stu's hand, he began his assault on Stu's fingers, his tongue circling the strong
digits. It had been so long since he'd pleasured another man.
Stu took back his hand and slid the towel from around his neck. Starting with Aric's hair,
he worked the towel downward, the roughness of the fabric stimulating Aric's nipples. “I like
your piercing.”
Stu traced the hoop with his finger, careful not to pull at it. Then he bent his head down
and sucked the ring and nub into his mouth. Aric gasped, for Stu had quickly discovered one of
his weaknesses. He loved his nipples being teased and the simmering ache from a tug of his
piercing. Wishing it to go on forever, he groaned without a care as Stu licked the sensitive flesh.
Then Stu moved away, and Aric felt the chill in the air. Stu swept a heated gaze down the
entire length of his body. The towel brushed along his nipples again, causing another sweet ache
to set off fireworks in his groin. He arched into the towel, and Stu caught on, concentrating on
the two rosy circles.
“One of your sweet spots, eh?” Stu bent down again and gently tugged at the hoop with his
teeth.
Aric was suddenly hit by a wave of dizziness. Oh, did he want to fuck this guy! His body
buzzed from too much excitement. His hands crept toward Stu's ass. His mind was split in half,
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his cock needing a screw—badly—and his heart wildly in flight. All thoughts flittered and
disappeared as his throbbing nipples were engulfed by Stu's warm mouth. All reason ceased
between Stu's sucking and licking and the nubby fibers of towel sending lustful prickles of heat
down his limbs.
Aric leaned his back against the wall to steady his legs, his heart racing into overdrive.
They would never get out of the shower at this rate. Did he even care? Forget the damn bed.
Better to take what he could get now before Stu changed his mind.
Aric reveled in the pampering as Stu continued drying him off. Stu knelt to wipe the tops
of his feet and slowly moved upward. The tender care was alien to Aric. His muscles tightened
as the intensity of desire rippled through him. He was about to pull away when the towel brushed
his balls, sending a jolt of lust between his thighs and shaking the core of any resistance he had
left.
Stu raised his chin. Pale brows framed thickly lashed eyes. His hand leisurely slid up and
down Aric's thigh, teasing as it curved between his legs, nearing Aric's steel-hard balls.
Aric reached down for his cock, but Stu blocked his hand. “Don't be so eager.”
Eager? Hell, he was going to fly out of his skin! Enough of Stu's teasing.
Aric demanded the dominant role in his relationships, never relinquishing his control to
anyone. Especially not to someone as young and inexperienced as Stu. Aric jerked the towel off
from around his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. He grabbed Stu's wrists and yanked him to
his feet, then pulled him to his chest and clamped his arms around his neck.
Aric whispered in Stu's ear, “I'm not into slow.”
Then he kissed Stu—hungrily, greedily, not holding back. The young pup was going to get
his first lesson on getting it on with another man.
Stu stiffened under Aric's strong grasp, the towel slipping from his hand. Then he relaxed
into the demanding kiss, his hands caressing Aric's smooth, damp back. Their tongues met with
equal force. Kissing a guy was nothing like kissing a girl. He expected a soft, gentle Aric, not the
rough grip and challenging tongue; it was overwhelming, out of control, and a total turn-on.
Aric pulled back, and Stu gasped, surprised by the gulp of air entering his lungs. Aric
pinched his ass and slyly smiled.
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He laughed at Aric's foxy grin. Gone was the skittish nerd, replaced by a confident seducer
of men. At that moment, he understood Aric expected him to be the submissive one. Shocked
that he didn't care, he would do anything to keep this devilish guy from escaping his grasp.
For a slim man, Aric held him in a viselike grip. Being held like this, in such a
compromising situation, excited him. Aric's restless lips desensitized his skin, leaving a numb
buzz wherever those lips touched. He dug his fingers into the lush hair and yanked Aric's head
back. The vulnerable curve of Aric's neck was there for the taking, and Stu kissed a trail down to
his collarbone.
Aric's hands were all over him—chest, arms, butt, thighs.
Butterflies fluttered in Stu's stomach. He held Aric to his mouth, venturing a kiss. Fingers
twisted gently in his pubic hair before resting on the tip of his cock. A moan burst from his chest
and reverberated into Aric's mouth. Aric smiled against his lips and ran the pad of his finger
across the slit.
He gripped Aric's shoulders, his fingers catching hair, his nails digging into the delicate
skin. “Oh God, it feels good.”
A strong hand fisted around his cock. “Are you sure you want this?” Aric nipped Stu's
neck, then followed with a kiss to ease the sting. “I can hurt you, you know.”
Hurt? How? Stu stilled. Would Aric suck his blood? Should he care? No way could Aric
really hurt him. Stu's kind was immune to a vampire's powers, and anyway, he was too far gone
to worry about Aric sucking his blood. He licked his lips, then smiled, half intent on kissing Aric
again.
He leaned in, his hands curving the contour of Aric's slender hips. He gripped the taut skin,
feeling bone. He didn't want Aric to bolt, but then, he wouldn't. Aric was in control, and if his
smile was any indication, he was enjoying himself too much. Looking into Aric's gaze, he saw
only desire in those eyes.
“But you won't hurt me,” Stu said. “Whatever you want, I'll do it.”
“The big man on campus willing to submit that easily?” Aric mused aloud, his eyes
smoldering.
Steam swirled around them, dampening the walls and floor and misting the glass shower
door. The room smelled of sex between two men. Raw, spicy, and heated.
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“I'm not such a big man—”
“I'd say you're very adequate.”
A blush seared Stu's cheeks as he focused on his aching cock.
Aric's lips curved into a smile. “You're not a virgin, are you?”
“Fuck no.” Although Stu could count on one hand how many times he'd had sex with
women.
Aric's smile twisted slightly. “Maybe we shouldn't—”
Stu lunged into Aric and kissed him, thrusting his tongue inside the moist, bittersweet
mouth. That was not all he thrust; he rubbed his erection against Aric's, letting him know how
much he wanted this. At this moment, they were the only two people who existed, and nothing
else mattered.
He pulled away long enough to ask, “What do I do? Tell me.”
“Just enjoy the ride. I'm surprised you've never been tempted in the locker room. Maybe
with your best friend?”
Aric stroked and squeezed Stu's cock, his voice a faint sound in Stu's brain.
“I guess comparing dicks and stuff like that.”
“Sweet. Naive too. You're in for a treat, then.” Aric gave a hard squeeze to Stu's cock
before taking both of their dicks in his crafty hands.
That move alone made Stu moan. His knees quivered from the fiery pressure smothering
all other sensations. Soap, precum, and sweat gave their passion a silky roughness. The
incredible feeling of cock against cock was…so erotic.
Aric's capable fingers seemed to know every nerve ending in his dick. Stu rocked into the
tight sheath of Aric's fist. Losing all control, he clung to Aric, who kept up the pulsating rhythm
of his hand, deftly stroking them both. Aric's lips and teeth found his neck, his shoulder, his
collarbone. Sharp, quick bites. Stu's veins burned with an incredible heat; his head was spinning,
and his limbs were growing numb. An exhilarating vibration encased his body, making his groin
tight and hot.
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Aric moaned as he pulled away. The sudden loss of body contact was staggering, and Stu
leaned against the wall for support. He touched his neck, shocked to find no deep punctures or
blood. He'd thought…
“I already fed on my own blood. It was enough.” Aric stepped back, licking his lips. “Soap
up your cock. I want to watch you stroke yourself.”
Stu picked up the bar, still wet and sudsy, from the shower floor, and stole a glance at Aric.
Eyes smoldering with lust locked onto his groin.
“Go on. Get it nice and slick for me.”
Stu fumbled the bar but caught it before it slipped from his hands. He was so turned on,
jacking off would take nanoseconds. Yet he wanted this. He'd asked for it. Now he had to
perform. A competitor at heart, he would not crumble before Aric.
This was what they both wanted. Any fool could see it.
Stu knew he was being watched, and his senses were heightened as he soaped the length of
his cock. He was so close to an orgasm, he almost came all over his hand, but he held it off by
clenching his stomach and trying desperately to focus on anything but what he was doing.
Aric stayed in his relaxed stance, arms casually crossed, his cock curved out and waiting.
Stu's mouth twitched as he wondered how Aric would taste. He'd never had a cock in his mouth.
Hell, he never stroked his dick in front of a guy either.
“Now touch your balls.”
The mention of his privates jolted Stu's groin, almost causing his knees to give out.
Aric's gaze focused on Stu's cock. “Go on.” Aric smiled. “You look fucking awesome.”
Stu had never been watched with such intensity; he found it wildly erotic. Laving his hands
with more soap, he looked into Aric's eyes. They shone wicked and playful. Another side of Aric
he'd just discovered. He leaned against the shower wall as Aric sucked in his lower lip, grazing it
with his teeth. His balls tightened, so sensitive they were ready to burst, and his soapy hand
hovered near his groin.
Aric stepped forward. “Touch them.”
Stu lost his breath, then caught it again. It was that sexy timbre of Aric's command that
excited him. And the complete surprise that he liked being dominated. Did this make him the girl
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in the relationship? Was he, in fact, gay? Heat flushed across his neck at the thought. He hated
labels. And well, he wasn't anything like his flamboyant gay brother, who flaunted his sexuality.
Stu never gave much thought to his own sexual nature. He liked girls but didn't date much,
having had only one steady girlfriend in high school. Yet his attraction to Aric pulled at his
stomach and traveled lower, leaving no doubt how much he wanted this.
Before he had a chance to think more about it, Aric was standing beside him, guiding Stu's
hand. All thoughts crumbled as his fingers skimmed his sensitive skin. Blissful shocks. His
fingernails grazed his scrotum. A deep, throaty groan rose from his chest. Shiny pearls glistened
on his tip, and his cock strained under the pressure.
Aric stroked his own cock, the look in his eyes smoldering. Stu held on to his control. A
man was stroking off in front of him, and it was so fucking sexy. He cupped his balls, rolling
them in his palm. He'd masturbated, had girls suck him off, but this…this caused a major
meltdown of his inhibitions.
Aric stopped his stroking and moved within inches of Stu. His gaze dropped downward.
He squeezed his thighs together while guiding Stu's cock between his legs. He then nudged his
hips forward. The sensation sent a thrill through Stu, and he was dangerously close to release as
soon as his cock slid between those moist thighs.
“This is safe fucking. You won't get pregnant.” And Aric laughed, so carefree that Stu's
heart skipped a beat.
Aric tilted his hips upward a couple of times, giving Stu a hint. Bending his knees slightly,
Stu pushed forward, sliding his cock between the tight clench. Oh fuck, the hardness—hot and
sexy and slick.
Aric's thighs were hard as granite, making his cock throb with every thrust. Aric's shaft
rubbed against Stu's belly, seeking its own pleasure. Stu pressed closer, and he reveled in Aric's
tremors, his moist, sweaty skin, and his damp hair flapping against his shoulders.
Aric's hands clawed, squeezed, pinched. They rocked in unison as Stu massaged Aric's
back and slid his hands down the sexy contour of his ass, feathering a fingertip across his moist
crack. Aric's low moan encouraged him to explore further. Passing up the puckered hole, he then
teased the back of Aric's downy balls.
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“Oh fucking Christ!” Aric shouted, his face rigid, his mouth panting, and his body
convulsing as he ejaculated.
The rapturous look on Aric's face was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.
That look alone triggered Stu's explosive release. Blinding, mind-blowing, every nerve
popping—he rode it for all it was worth.
They slid to the shower floor, grasping onto each other. Stu buried his head in Aric's wet
hair, breathing hard, his body happily sated, his skin tingling from the aftershocks.
Aric stroked his cheek and kissed him chastely on the lips. “Are you okay?”
Aric's concern went straight to Stu's heart.
After a few minutes, he helped Aric rise, and once they rinsed off, they left the shower,
towels tucked around their waists. He floated into the bedroom, leading Aric to bed. “You're
sleeping with me tonight.” His voice left no room for argument.
Aric crawled into bed and lifted the covers over him. Stu smiled, all his tension from the
evening drained away.
Frown lines etched Aric's forehead as he punched the pillow and stuffed it behind his back.
“You find me amusing, or was it the sex?”
“No, no.” Stu waved his hand. “I liked it. All of it.”
The thought that maybe he found it too easy flashed in his mind. He settled under the
covers and held out his arms. “Come here.”
Aric tugged the edge of the bedspread, covering his chest. “I'm not good at this…this
overnight shit.”
Stu folded his arms and rested his back against the headboard. Aric's self-confidence
vanished quickly once the scene became personal. What the hell had happened that made him so
skittish about intimacy?
“What overnight shit?” Stu asked, keeping any judgment from showing in his voice.
“Sleeping with someone.”
