Troy took another sip of his beer and watched Graham shoot the red eight ball across the green felt top table. He chuckled when Graham missed the ball he aimed at entirely, the red ball bouncing off the side of the table then rolling to the middle.
He liked pool as much as the next guy but he never understood Graham’s fascination with the game. Graham loved it. He probably slept with a pool cue in his bed. From his grouching, Graham wasn’t sleeping with anything else in his bed.
Now that, Troy understood. He’d been going through a pretty long dry spell himself. He hadn’t been out on a date in months let alone had anyone in his bed. He tried to chalk it up to the new job and all but he knew he was lying to himself.
Troy was tired of the constant rat race. Cruise the bars and find a guy, take him home and see if he’s the one. After he leaves, try again. Troy could count the number of second dates he’d been on in the last year with one hand.
He just wanted to find a nice guy, settle down, and have a family. Unfortunately, most of the gay men he’d met lately just wanted to get laid. And while sex was nice, great even, it didn’t hold him in the middle of the night and make him feel loved.
No, Troy wanted something more. He wanted to build something with someone, have that special person to come home to after a hard day at work. He wanted a partner. And he wanted the great sex that went along with being with someone he loved.
“Is Sammy going to make it tonight?” Jamie asked. “Do I finally get to meet him?”
Troy chuckled and shook his head. “I invited him but knowing my brother he’s forgotten by now. The man’s lost without a keeper. Don’t get me wrong, I love Sammy to death but he would forget to eat unless I called him regularly.”
“Sounds tough.” Jamie chuckled. “I have to warn you, I’m not sure Nicky is much better. Granted, he can cook like a dream but he has a way of getting himself into fixes that defy belief.”
“He can cook?” Troy stood up straighter. “You didn’t say he could cook.”
Jamie chuckled. “Did I forget to mention that?”
“Uh, yeah,” Troy replied. He was a lousy cook but he loved food. The two did not mix. Granted, he cooked well enough to get by on but it wasn’t gourmet. Sometimes it wasn’t even very edible.
“I’m going to go use the john,” Jamie said. “Order me another beer.”
Troy rolled his eyes and got up from his seat. He started toward the bar, paused and looked over at Graham. “You want another beer too?”
“Naw, I’m good,” Graham replied, holding up a half empty beer bottle. “Two beers and I’m pretty much done for.” He wiggled the beer bottle in his hand. “This is beer two.”
Troy chuckled and walked over to the bar. He held up two of his fingers to the bartender then turned and leaned back against the bar, scoping out the people in the room. Peabody’s Pub was actually a nice place for a gay bar.
The lights were not too bright but enough that there weren’t any guys in back corners getting it on. The place was tastefully decorated, pool tables at one end, tables and chairs at the other, with the bar counter in the middle against the wall.
Troy was glancing toward the front of the bar when the door opened and the most stunning man he ever laid eyes on walked in. Troy felt the air rush from his lungs as his groin tightened almost painfully.
The man was smaller than Troy by a large amount. That was something Troy wasn’t normally interested in but in this instance, he was. Troy doubted the man would even reach his collar bone. For some reason, that made Troy want to growl possessively.
The light brown curling around the man’s high cheekbones and pert little face, the sparkling blue eyes with the longest eyelashes Troy ever saw, and the most kissable lush lips in the world sent Troy’s lust into overdrive.
He gripped the bar behind him to keep from reaching for the man when he started to walk into the room. His hands ached, not from the firm grip he had on the wooden countertop but from the need to feel the man’s glowing skin under his fingers.
The man looked ethereal, unreal in the dim light. Troy never considered men to be pretty but this man’s beauty was exquisite, fragile. He literally took Troy’s breath away. Something intense flared through his entrancement as deep blue eyes turned to him and widened.
Troy couldn’t help but feel pride in his appearance as the little man’s nostrils flared. The man started in his direction as if draw by some unseen force. Troy’s heart pounded as the man drew closer to him, finally stopping right in front of him.
He couldn’t miss the obvious examination and approval in the man’s glance but the smoldering flame in his eyes startled Troy. The man looked up at him, their eyes locked together as their breathing came in unison.
A quiver surged through Troy as the man reached out to him, his delicate hand gripping Troy’s. Troy watched the man turn his hand over, then grabbed the other one, turning this one over as well. He was confused by the man’s movements but refused to break the sensuous spell that grew between them.
“No ring.” There was a gentle softness in the man’s voice that wrapped around Troy and gave him a sense of peace he couldn’t remember ever feeling. “Boyfriend? Significant other? Lover?”
Troy shook his head, afraid to put sound to his response in case it stopped the sexy little man from doing whatever he wanted to do. No, he most definitely did not have a boyfriend, significant other, or lover. But he was willing to entertain the possibility.
Troy nodded, unable to tear his hungry gaze away from the man’s gorgeous face. The man’s hand rested on his chest at the opening of his button down shirt. His fingers twined in the soft smattering of brown hair visible there.
“Is this real?” The man shuddered when Troy nodded. “I’d really like to find out where it leads.”
This time, Troy shuddered. The mere idea of this man discovering where the trail of hair down his chest and abdomen led to made Troy’s cock so hard he hurt. “I’d love to show you,” Troy murmured.
“My name is Nicky but you can call me anything you want.”
Troy smiled and reached for the man. “My name’s Troy. I’d like to call you swe—” The smile suddenly fell from Troy’s face as the man’s name sank into his foggy brain. “Did you say your name was Nicky? As in Nicky Everson?”
The man’s head tilted to one side, a confused frown making his dark brown eyebrows draw together. “Yes, my name is Nicky Everson. How did you know?”
“Well shit!” Troy exclaimed as he pushed the man back until there was a respectful distance between them. “I’m Troy, Troy Summers, Jamie’s partner.”
Nicky looked confused for a moment then his mouth suddenly dropped open, his face paling. He took another step back from Troy. The distance between them seemed as wide as the Grand Canyon. “You’re Jamie’s partner?”
The sensuous light that sparkled in Nicky’s eyes since he walked in dimmed, leaving behind a dull blue that tore at Troy’s heart. “I’m sorry,” Nicky whispered, his head dipping down toward his chest. “I didn’t know who you were. Please forgive me.”
Troy reached for Nicky, stopping when the man jerked back. “It’s no problem.”
“He went to the john. He should be out in a few minutes.”
Nicky’s delicate hands fluttered at his neck as his eyes darted around the room. “I guess I’ll just go wait for him over here.” Nicky took a few steps away then paused, glancing over his shoulder at Troy. “It was nice meeting you.”
Nicky stared at Troy’s generously curved mouth and licked his lips. “Can I kiss you?”
“I’d like that very much.” Troy’s voice sounded so husky that it sent a chill of excitement down Nicky’s spine. He looked down at Troy’s lips again. He hesitated, afraid of screwing up. The first kiss was always so important.
Finally, unable to stop himself any longer, Nicky leaned in and pressed his lips against Troy’s. It immediately sent the pit of his stomach into a swirl. Nicky felt like he just kissed a light socket. Every nerve ending in his body was firing off at the same time.
His tongue traced the soft fullness of Troy’s lips before delving inside to explore. A strong heady taste blasted across Nicky’s tongue, a taste unique to Troy and one that Nicky knew he’d crave for the rest of his life.
“I could live on your kisses,” Nicky moaned. He knew kissing Troy was one thing he would want a lot of if they were going to try a relationship together. Nicky loved kissing. He’d kill to kiss Troy.
Nicky groaned, pressing himself against Troy’s solid body but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed skin. Nicky reluctantly pulled his lips away from Troy’s and sat up, swinging his leg over Troy’s lap until he straddled the man.
“I need skin,” he said as he grabbed the edge of his shirt and pulled it over the top of his head, tossing it over the back of the couch. He settled his hands on Troy’s massive shoulders. “I think I might die if I don’t feel your hands on me.”
Troy solved that problem by instantly wrapping his hands around Nicky’s torso. Nicky sighed at the gentle touch, arching into Troy. “Oh my God, Troy, your hands,” he cried out. “Your hands are wonderful.”
Nicky wanted to experience more of Troy’s touch but the man suddenly tilted him backward. Nicky looked down to see Troy looking at the bruises on his sides. Nicky groaned. “Please, we’ll talk about them later.”
Troy arched an eyebrow. “We will talk about this later, Nicky, and I’ll want the complete truth.”
“Yes, anything, just please, touch me,” Nicky begged crying out when Troy’s hands began to stroke his naked skin. He shuddered when he felt Troy’s lips kiss his shoulder, his collar bone, down his chest.
Nicky tried to concentrate on touching Troy back, stroking his luscious skin, and there was so damn much of it. He could explore Troy’s body for hours, especially the smattering of hair across his chest that narrowed to a small trail leading down under the waistline of his jogging pants. Nicky wanted to follow it with his tongue.
When he leaned forward to lick at the small pulse beating in Troy’s throat, the man’s hands slipped around to his back. Troy stroked up Nicky’s spine then back down again to grab his ass through his jeans.
Nicky’s hips snapped forward in surprise then pushed back against Troy’s hands. When Troy’s hand pushed under the waistline of his jeans and skimmed the crevice at the top of his ass, Nicky lost whatever was left of his mind.
He rose up and his knees, reached down and unbuttoned his jeans then pushed them down. His hard cock sprang free and slapping against Troy’s stomach. Troy’s hands instantly slipped further down the crack of Nicky’s ass.
Nicky yelped when he was suddenly lifted up into the air. Before he knew it, his jeans were stripped down his legs and he was spun around and sat back down on Troy’s lap, his back resting against Troy’s chest.
Troy’s hands were immediately back on his body, trailing down his chest, caressing his nipples, stroking his cock. Nicky arched into Troy’s touch, overwhelmed by the sensations burning through his body.
Nicky laid his head against Troy’s shoulder and turned his head to start kissing and licking at the man’s neck. He wrapped his arms around Troy’s neck and pulled his head down into a kiss, his hands clenching in Troy’s hair.
“Spread your legs, baby,” Troy whispered against his lips.
Nicky spread his legs. His breath hitched in his throat when he felt the massive shaft moving between his thighs. He broke away from Troy’s lips and looked down, stunned by the size of the cock rubbing against him.
“It’ll never fit.”
Troy chuckled. “It will fit, baby, don’t you worry.”
Nicky shook his head in disbelief. Troy’s cock was huge. Even with Nicky sitting on Troy’s lap the thick shaft was almost equal in height to Nicky’s cock. He watched in stunned amazement as Troy wrapped his hands around both of their cocks and began stroking them together. The sight was exotic. It felt even better.
Nicky’s head fell back against Troy’s chest as a massive amount of sensation flooded his body. He turned his head and panted against the side of Troy’s throat, his eyes drifting close. His hips began moving against Troy’s tight grip.
His hands clenched in Troy’s hair as he groaned. “Troy, I can’t—I’m gonna—”
“Open your eyes, baby,” Troy growled. “I want to see your eyes when you come for me.”
Nicky opened his eyes and tilted his head back so he could look up into Troy’s hazel brown eyes. He could feel the sensual light that passed between them like a caress. The fire built higher. Nicky could see it in the darkening of Troy’s eyes, the harshness of his breath.
“Troy,” he whispered, caressing the side of Troy’s face as the fire inside of him exploded into an eruption of pure white hot heat. Nicky stiffened. His breath caught in his throat for just a moment before he screamed out the ecstasy he felt coursing through his body.
Troy’s face flushed. His jaw clenched. He growled deeply, his lower body snapping up as wetness covered them both, joining Nicky’s release. Nicky flushed when Troy’s hand fisted in his hair and turned his head up, Troy claiming his lips in the most possessive kiss Nicky ever remembered receiving. It rocked him down to his toes.
Troy finally lifted his head, panting heavily. His eyes looked dazed, slightly confused. “You’re fucking amazing, Nicky. I’ve never come so hard in my life and I haven’t even gotten inside of you yet. You just might kill me.”
Nicky chuckled and tucked his head into the hollow of Troy’s neck. “I would never hurt you,” he murmured as he planted several small kisses on Troy’s musky skin.
Troy returned the kisses on the top of Nicky’s head. “We need to get cleaned up, baby. We’re covered in goo.”
Nicky reached past Troy’s head and grabbed his t-shirt, handing it to Troy. “I’m not moving. I like it right where I am. Besides, my legs would never hold me.”
Troy laughed. Nicky groaned when Troy began cleaning them both up, his hand brushing over Nicky’s sensitive flesh. He tossed the shirt to the floor and grabbed the blanket, covering them both.
“So, time to tell me about the bruises, Nicky.”