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  Phil pulled down the underwear to the backs of his thighs, then dropped them so they fell to his feet. He stepped from them with a flourish. And bent over like he was touching his toes. He put his ass in the air and held the cheeks up.

  So Neo could get a peek at the balls and part of the cock that rested on the front side. They jiggled invitingly.

  It was only a glance.

  Neo panted a little.

  Phil straightened up and looked at Neo over his shoulder. “Good enough for an amateur?” He sounded insecure. A different sound for him for sure. He’d been so sure of himself since they’d started talking.

  “You could go pro anytime you want. Rose would have you.” Neo shook his head. Not that he wanted others to look upon this fine man. He liked having Phil’s body to admire all by himself. A double standard if there ever was one.

  And if you ask him, he’d make all this permanent. He’d be your personal playground. All you’d have to do is ask.

  Yet Neo still wasn’t sure what he wanted with Phil beyond the great sex for many aforementioned reasons.

  Phil looked relieved. “I think I’ll stick to bartending. Leave the dancing to you.” He turned around fully to face Neo, naked except for dark blue socks. His erect cock hung from his body, proclaiming every inch of desire that Phil had. A scruff of hair cushioned the object that Neo had wanted to see.

  Phil looked nonchalant, as though a volcano wasn’t rising up in Neo. He took a step toward the bed, his cock swinging in the wind.

  Neo couldn’t keep his eyes from it. Shouldn’t this all-consuming desire be lessening now? Not growing stronger? Only the muffled sounds coming from Phil made him realize that Phil was speaking. “What?”

  Phil looked bemused. His voice was layered with chuckling. “I said, it’s your turn. To get undressed.”

  Neo leaped from the bed. He pulled off his pants and shirt almost at the same time, making quick work of it. “Ta-da.”

  Phil sputtered. “That’s not fair. You told me to strip for you.” He looked incredulous. “Not take it off that fast.”

  “And you didn’t tell me to strip for you. Just to take it off.” He arched a brow. “You snooze, you lose, baby.” He ran his hands down his naked chest. It should be feeling cold in there, but all he could feel was heat. He reached his cock and grasped it in his fingers to hold it out. “You gonna make me cover this shit up?”

  Phil moved to the bed. “Hell, no.”

  “Smart man.” Neo moved onto the bed by Phil.

  “Sometimes. Only sometimes.”

  He’d better stay wise. If he did, maybe they could have something. “Lie back on the pillow.” He grabbed Phil’s head and kissed him thoroughly. Heatedly. It made Neo think of all the things they could do. Would do. The promises were endless.

  “You’re bossy. You know that?” Phil was breathless, yet he continued to try to keep Neo’s lips on his. Neo had said something similar to Phil in the dressing room. It seemed like months ago but wasn’t.

  “Complaining? ’Cause I can stop.” He moved to pull back from Phil, knowing that Phil would stop him, or he wouldn’t have done it. He wasn’t about to pull away now.

  Phil grabbed his head and kissed him again. “Never.” He lay back in the position that Neo wanted.

  Let the games begin.

  Chapter Eight

  Phil looked up at the man watching him. He was to be Neo’s playground. Phil had spread his legs, and his cock flopped over on his groin. The man was hot and horny for him. And Phil returned that feeling in kind.

  “My, my, my.”

  “What?”

  “You look good.” Neo licked his lips.

  “Do I?” Phil ran a hand down his body, not missing the way Neo’s gaze trailed it before centering on his cock.

  “You do. Good enough for me to eat.” With that Neo knelt on the bed and ran his tongue up Phil’s hip. “Oh, yeah. Good enough for me to eat.”

  Phil shivered for many reasons. The look in Neo’s eyes. The feel of the smooth tongue gliding across his skin. The words. Oh, yes, those sent a serious shake up his nerves.

  Neo slipped off the bed and came back with the rum and sugar. “I hope this doesn’t make you too sticky.”

  “If it does, you’ll have to get me clean.” Phil moved his arms to rest under his head and watched as though he were gawking at a football game. Of course a football game didn’t make his heart pound like this. Or his body break out in a sweat. Or a hard cock get even harder.

  “That I can do.” Neo sat down and unscrewed the top from the rum. He placed it on his nightstand. He’d also retrieved a shot glass in their trek through the kitchen to get the sugar and salt. He poured a small amount of the rum into the shot glass. Then he set the bottle down on the nightstand and carefully dribbled rum on Phil’s midsection.

  The alcohol wasn’t cold, but it was cool to Phil’s superheated skin. Phil felt it drip and run.

  Neo tossed a pinch of sugar into the mix that Phil didn’t feel, only saw. Then he lowered his head with a smile on his lips before he went to Phil’s skin and blew across it. The grin had served to prep Phil by getting his nerves jingling. The soft air across him did even more. Every nerve fired and caused ripples across him.

  The cool air against Phil made him quake from the inside out. He must have earthquake nerves with all this shaking going on.

  Warm wetness covered where the coolness had been as Neo licked across him. He played, dabbling at lapping up the rum and sugar.

  Phil’s eyes rolled back in his head before he closed them. He concentrated on the feel of the man’s mouth on him.

  Neo licked and slurped his way across Phil’s chest, dripping drops of rum and sprinkles of sugar as he went. He found Phil’s nipples and covered them in sugar before putting the rum on them. Then he licked them off, sucking them into his mouth.

  Phil’s leg twitched. Too good. Too good.

  Neo drew Phil’s nipple into his mouth between his teeth.

  Phil’s head lolled back on the pillow.

  “Like body shots this way?”

  “Oh, yeah.” Phil growled the words. He couldn’t speak normally.

  “Just wait.”

  Phil’s eyes shot open to look as Neo moved down on the bed with his instruments of sexual torture. Neo stopped at Phil’s crotch.

  Phil tried to brace himself, but when rum dripped over him, he moaned. Nearly lost control. He knew what was to come. Literally, and what was next.

  Neo didn’t disappoint. He blew softly on the alcohol, making it supercool Phil’s cock, almost to the point of pain. Then he kindly warmed it by sucking it into his wet mouth that surrounded Phil like a furnace. Neo sucked on him like he was an everlasting piece of candy that Neo had to disintegrate.

  He removed his mouth, and Phil slumped on the bed. Good thing he had that support, or he would have sunk to the floor.

  Neo took a swig of rum and held the swallow in his mouth. He lowered his head and carefully pulled Phil’s cock into his mouth without losing a drop of the rum.

  Phil was surrounded by liquid in a warm place, and the feeling sent him through the roof. His body felt boneless yet had all this tension in it at the same time. It was a paradox.

  Neo swallowed the alcohol around Phil’s cock. It was almost as if he was swallowing come. Phil’s come. The illusion was masterful and made Phil that much more full of lust.

  God, he couldn’t take much more of this.

  Additional rum dribbled on him with a scattering of sugar. “Spread your legs some more.”

  As spread-eagle as he was, Phil wasn’t sure he could get any more, but he tried. Tried to do whatever Neo said.

  Neo licked up and down his cock, cleaning it with his tongue. He slurped. “Best way to drink ever.”

  Phil chuckled. But not for long.

  Neo pulled his cock aside and dropped several drips of rum onto Phil’s balls. Then a smattering of sugar.

  Phil could barely breathe. Couldn’t pull eno
ugh air into his lungs to sustain himself. God, the man was inventive. He was a lover who defied all boundaries.

  And Phil knew why he’d never been able to make it work with anyone else. He’d thought it was because things were unfinished with Neo. That the thread left hanging was what distracted him from anything long-term. It wasn’t that.

  No, Phil was in love with Neo. Maybe he always had been. From his cocky swagger to his dancing grace to his inventive lovemaking, Neo had captured Phil in ways he’d never thought about.

  And then Neo was licking his balls, and Phil couldn’t think about anything else. He treated them the way he had treated Phil’s cock, running his tongue from top to bottom.

  Phil couldn’t think. He couldn’t moan. He could barely keep his lungs and heart working.

  Neo moved up, and there was the sound of metal unscrewing. Then Neo’s mouth was on Phil’s. Neo gave Phil the shot of tequila that Neo had taken into his mouth.

  Phil swallowed and couldn’t help but marvel at the intimacy of that transition. “You’re amazing.”

  Neo ran his hand across Phil’s face as Phil turned into the touch. “You haven’t seen anything yet. Do you want to do shots?”

  Phil didn’t have to be asked twice. He sat up so fast that Neo leaned back. Phil grabbed the open tequila bottle.

  “I’ll take that as a yes.” Neo waggled his brows and lay back, leaving his full expanse of body as Phil’s eye candy. “Don’t make me come.”

  The man was a wonder of the free world. From his tight abs to his narrow hips to his huge cock to his large feet. Phil’s gaze swept down Neo with all the hunger he was feeling inside probably reflected on his face.

  Neo drew in a breath. “When you look at me like that, I want to jump your ass.”

  Phil reached down to grab the salt. “Soon.”

  “Not soon enough.” Neo mumbled the words, but Phil heard them. So the man was impatient?

  Phil would let him wait. He took his time opening the salt so he could sprinkle it out as needed. He looked down at Neo’s hard chest. He let a mere dribble pour from the bottle in the center of Neo’s torso and dashed salt into the liquid. He leaned down and slowly ran his tongue over the wet place. Did the process again under Neo’s left nipple. Tasted salt, tequila, and man. He licked up tequila all over Neo’s abdomen and chest, carefully avoiding Neo’s nipples or anything lower than his hips. He was also careful not to spill any alcohol on the sheets.

  Neo huffed out a breath.

  “Problem?” Phil looked down at him. Phil had his tongue firmly in his cheek to keep from laughing.

  “Just some blue balls. That’s all.”

  “Oh. You’re not enjoying?” Phil sat back on the bed, bottle in hand. “I could stop, you know?”

  “I like. But you’re moving about as slow as molasses in January, as my grandma used to say.” Neo gave him an irritated look. “And you know exactly what you’re doing. Don’t deny that.”

  Neo had referenced his grandma a lot when they’d known each other before. Phil had never met her, but she had some neat sayings. “Never did.”

  “Get on with it, Philip.”

  Phil’s eyes widened. “My full name. Next thing I know, you’ll be using my middle and last names too.”

  “Only if you piss me off any more.” Neo’s face was full of the attitude that Phil knew so well. This time it was more teasing than anything else.

  “Can’t have that.” He leaned forward and planted a kiss on Neo’s lips. Still tasted tequila. He carefully delved in, playing and jousting with Neo’s eager tongue.

  Neo pulled back. “Kiss my cock.”

  “Now that’s a saying.” Phil straightened up and moved slightly backward. “Bet you could make money with that one.”

  “If you’d get to it, I wouldn’t need sayings, now would I?” Neo sounded extremely horny and irritated.

  Maybe the time for play was over. “As you wish.” Phil lowered his head and took a mouthful of the amber liquid. He sucked in Neo’s cock and rolled the alcohol around Neo’s erection much as Neo had done to him.

  Neo’s entire body was quaking. Phil didn’t stop but continued swirling until he finally swallowed. Then he licked up and down Neo’s cock.

  Neo moaned and bucked as Phil continued his ministrations. Each time Neo strained as though he might be close to orgasm, Phil backed off. Yes, he listened to what Neo had told him.

  When Phil finally removed his mouth from Neo’s cock, Neo lay limp on the bed.

  Phil took another shot, mouthed Neo’s cock, and swirled it around him, carefully closing his mouth until he’d forced most of the liquid down his throat.

  He dribbled liquid along the flesh right by Neo’s cock and licked that off. He slipped salt and tequila onto the end of Neo’s cock and had fun cleaning that off. Playtime with tequila, salt, and a lover.

  After several more rounds of drops of alcohol and taking shots from Neo’s body, including Neo’s cock, he paused and looked down at the man who appeared to be in bliss.

  Neo panted heavily. “When you finally get going, you give it good.” He jerked and sat up. “You take fucking forever.”

  “You’re impatient.”

  “Whatever. Turn over.” Neo seemed to have trouble forcing words from his mouth as heavy as he was breathing.

  “As you wish.” He repeated the phrase from earlier and set down the salt and tequila. He rolled his shoulders, getting comfortable on the bed.

  A drawer opened and shut.

  “Getting the condoms? And lube?”

  Neo barely answered him, but it seemed to be an affirmation. Phil steeled himself, waiting for the invasion.

  That didn’t come.

  When something finally touched him, it was the lube drizzling into his hole. And a finger followed it.

  Rimming him. Sliding around and around him before delving into the puckered hole.

  Not what he’d expected.

  This was gentle. Probing. The finger slid around and moved inside Phil with precision.

  He’d been anticipating a taking. Not this questing. Now Neo was taking his time with Phil. He’d thought he’d pressed Neo past the point where he could play. Paybacks were a bitch.

  A second finger joined the first along with more lube. They moved in and out of him with flourish.

  Phil’s ass clenched before he relaxed. He swallowed, his mouth dry as Mars. His hips moved in time with Neo’s slow pace as two fingers fucked him.

  Neo’s other hand slithered underneath Phil to find his cock. He began to tug and tease.

  A third finger joined the other two.

  Phil’s breathing caught in his throat. His heart raced much like a butterfly trapped, or a hummingbird’s wings.

  He would not break. He wouldn’t ask Neo to give him more. Wouldn’t ask him to go further.

  That lasted about two more minutes.

  He couldn’t stand it anymore. He needed to be breached. Needed to be pounded. Needed so much. He opened his mouth on a moan. Words flew from him almost as though he had no control over them. “Please. Fuck. Me.”

  Neo didn’t miss a beat in his actions on either side of Phil. “Oh? You want something?” He sounded innocent and astounded.

  “Yes.”

  “Me to fuck you up the ass?” Now he sounded triumphant. As though he knew Phil had been trying not to say that but had anyway.

  “Yes.” He breathed, trying to catch whatever air he could.

  “What’s the magic word?” Neo’s voice turned harsh instead of the patronizing tone he’d been using.

  “Fuck me?” Phil would say whatever Neo wanted. He’d even say the whole Constitution if that’s what it took.

  “Close enough.” The hand left Phil’s front, and the fingers left his bottom only to slip forward and grip Phil’s hips. Neo used them to urge Phil to move and rise up on his knees.

  A rip sounded.

  The condom wrapper.

  The best sound Phil had ever heard.

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nbsp; Liquid poured into Phil’s hole. More than enough had already been applied. Neo was adventurous, but he was also careful. A nice combination.

  Neo moved up and covered Phil’s body with his own. He slipped his cock between Phil’s thighs and rubbed before moving farther up to press into Phil’s hole. The place that had been waiting for him almost since they’d started this night.

  In he moved, and then stopped, letting Phil adjust to the penetration. Out he moved, before slipping back in again.

  The pace was slow but began to build. Faster and faster. In and out. Balls slapped against him as the rocking grew frenetic.

  Neo reached around to grasp Phil’s cock. He moved his hand up and down, frantically grasping him.

  That touch was all it took.

  Phil’s come spurted from his cock like a shot from a water gun. He didn’t think the seed would ever end. Didn’t think the convulsions would ever stop.

  In the meantime, Neo pounded against him from the back end. The force was so great, Phil wondered if they’d break the bed as it squeaked in time to their movements. It almost seemed like their pace was moving the heavy piece of furniture.

  The bliss that had built in Phil and released seemed to go on and on like his orgasm.

  He’d never felt such rapture. Each time he thought he was cresting the wave, a new larger one would ascend. It must be what a rough sea was like.

  He’d break in two before this ever finished. Couldn’t get enough of the man. Hadn’t that always been the way? Even when they’d been apart. He felt like everything was centered down to his cock and his lover. He couldn’t concentrate on anything else.

  Finally, Neo’s body convulsed. His muscles contracted. He yelled Phil’s name with a hoarse, strangled cry.

  Phil collapsed into a puddle on the bed—his orgasm at last over—before Neo tangled with him in a jumble of body parts. There was no way he could separate himself from the other man. Nor did he want to. He wanted to stay like this. Comfortable. Content. Only Neo could bring this out in him.

  They lay recovering for several minutes, before Neo slid over to unknot himself from Phil.

  In the lovely turmoil of his body feeling like a cooked spaghetti noodle, Phil was hardly aware he was going to speak until he did. “Man. So good. Love you.” His eyes closed after the words. He could have died a happy man right then and there.