Demming by Avril Ashton

Fourteen

“Where’d you find this place?” Sawyer glanced around as they took their seat at their table in the rooftop bar.

“Friend of mine is an investor,” Hart told him with a smile. “You like?” Tonight was their date night. They tried to have a night just for them, with no work or family responsibilities, once a week. It’d been well over a month since he’d moved back into his place with help from Sawyer. They’d been inseparable ever since. They slept together every night, but lately, Hart had become busy with a deal that had taken up damn near all of his attention and energy.

It could be the most lucrative deal he’d brought in since he’d taken over the company, but the other side was playing hardball, acting as if he were just a kid who didn’t know what he was doing. That shit frustrated him to no end, and there wasn’t an instance of communicating with them that he didn’t end up having to choke back telling somebody to fuck off. He would always be seen as his father’s son, and he loved his old man to death, but that was getting old.

Fast.

Warm fingers closed around his and he lifted his gaze to find Sawyer watching him, eyes filled with concern.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He blew out a breath, refusing to allow any of that to mess with their night out. “Everything’s good.” He caught the eye of a waitress and waved her over. “Let’s get some drinks since we’re not driving.” He’d gotten them a driver for the evening because he wanted Sawyer to have his undivided attention and he wasn’t going to fuck that up.

They ordered their drinks as they sat back and took in the small crowd on the dance floor. He wasn’t much of a dancer and he knew Sawyer wasn’t either so he just took in everything with a smile, nodding along to the music. The place wasn’t too crowded and it was a beautiful night, so it was easy to enjoy it, to enjoy Sawyer as they talked about nothing in particular and dined on gourmet burgers.

Done eating, Sawyer dabbed at his mouth with a napkin and sat back. “So, the lawyers contacted me today. They say the deal should be finalized in a few days.” His expression was somber when he asked, “Have you talked to your father about it yet?”

Shit, this was the last thing Hart wanted to discuss right now. “Not yet, but I—”

“Why not?” Sawyer leaned forward, gaze penetrating. “Hart, what are you waiting on?”

“I’m…Listen.” He grabbed Sawyer’s arm. “I’ll tell him, I promise.”

“Before the deal is done?” Sawyer’s eyebrow shot up.

Hart nodded. “Yep. Yes. Before the deal is done.”

Sawyer pursed his lips. “I just don’t get why you’re putting this off. What aren’t you telling me?”

“Nothing!” Hart glanced around then lowered his voice, leaning closer to him. “I just…” He huffed. “I might be the one in charge but he still has some reach, and I don’t know if he’d do it or not, but I just want to make sure everything is ironclad before he hears about it, that way there’s nothing he can do.”

Sawyer’s eyes narrowed. “You think he could stop it?”

Hart didn’t know for sure and he shouldn’t be thinking that way about his father, but he’d seen the vehemence in the old man’s eyes when Hart mentioned someone wanting to purchase the property. His father didn’t seem as if he’d give it up without a fight. “The whole point of things taking so long was so our lawyers could go over every detail with a fine-tooth comb, closing any loopholes my father might think about climbing through.”

Sawyer didn’t appear placated. “Hart—”

“It’s fine, I promise.” Doing this could incur his father’s wrath, he knew that, but he stiffened his shoulders and straightened his spine. He controlled the company; his word was the only one that mattered. “I promise,” he repeated.

Sawyer leaned back, tension easing off him a bit, though it never really disappeared.

“How’s your mom?” Hart asked to change the subject. “Your brother? How’s that working out?” Sawyer had shared the deal he’d made with Bryce and his hope that his brother lived up to it.

“Mom’s fine. I’m having dinner with her tomorrow.” His gaze softened even more as it settled on Hart’s face. “I’m gonna tell her about us. And so far so good with Bryce, I guess.” He exhaled. “I can’t believe he hasn’t spilled the details about us yet.”

“Maybe he has and your mom is just waiting for you to confirm it.” He hadn’t even entertained the thought of telling his father about Sawyer, but he would. He lifted his chin. “I’m gonna tell my folks soon,” he vowed. “About the deal and about us.”

They’d agreed to be exclusive and he’d come to care for the other man a great deal. He wanted his parents to know that he was happy and to see who was responsible.

“There’s no pressure,” Sawyer told him. “Do it whenever you think the time is right.”

In a lot of ways, even though Hart was Sawyer’s first male relationship, he was more together and confident than Hart was, and Hart had been out since he was nineteen. Maybe that confidence came with age, but Sawyer was only thirty-two to Hart’s twenty-eight. Maybe experience? Hart couldn’t say for sure. He just wished sometimes he could be as steady as Sawyer.

“Do you—” Hart swallowed. “Do you blame my dad for what happened to yours?” The question had ruminated in the back of his mind for a while, but he’d been too fucking scared to ask it. The way they met, clearly Sawyer held animosity for Emmanuel. Did he still?

At his question, Sawyer cocked his head, lips pressed together. “I did, at one point,” he said slowly. “But that was the thinking of a hurt young man. I know your father isn’t responsible for my dad’s death. That was the semi-truck driver who’d fallen asleep at the wheel. He died too and I just…” He shook his head. “I needed something and somebody tangible to blame.”

“So you chose my dad.”

Sawyer nodded. “I chose your dad. But it was unfair of me and I no longer feel that way, I hope you know that.”

Staring into his eyes, Hart realized that yes, he did know that. He took the other man’s hand and brought it up, kissing his knuckles. Just because he could.

Sawyer’s gaze heated and flicked around before coming back to his. “You want to get out of here?”

Hart jumped to his feet, ignoring Sawyer’s chuckle. “Your place is closer. And I want you to make love to me.”

Back at Sawyer’s condo, Hart saw the nerves in the other man’s wide eyes. Felt it in the way Sawyer’s body vibrated and they undressed each other. He waited until they were both naked before he clasped Sawyer’s face in his hands and peered into his eyes.

“Hey. Get out of your head. Be here in the moment with me.”

Sawyer let out a self-deprecating laugh, hands coming up to circle both of Hart’s wrists. “I’m nowhere else but here with you.” Color stained his cheek. “But I didn’t think I would be this nervous.”

“It’s okay.” And it was. He understood this was Sawyer’s first time. “I’m not trying to get fucked by a porn star over here.”

Sawyer’s lips twisted into a smile. “Tell me what to do. Show me what you like.”

Hart flashed him a grin. “Oh, you didn’t think I planned on doing exactly that?” He pressed in closer, exhaling at the feel of Sawyer’s warm body sliding against his. “First things, first…get me on that bed. And under you. Then you have my permission to kiss me however you want. To touch me wherever you want.” He lifted an eyebrow, stroking Sawyer’s jaw. “Can you do that?”

The other man chuckled. “I can do that.”

“Then we’re off to a great sta—” His words cut off when Sawyer yanked him close, shoved a thigh between his legs, and swept him off his feet, causing him to fall backward onto the bed. He bounced on the mattress, chuckling as Sawyer climbed him and straddled his thigh. “Not what I had in mind.” He winked. “But I like it.”

Sawyer stared down at him with his green eyes darkened, tongue swiping over his bottom lip. “Feel like I can just stay like this.” He cupped Hart’s jaw then moved that touch downward, stroking his chest, his belly. “Stare at you all night.”

“Fuck, I hope not.” Hart groaned, arching into his touch. “My dick won’t survive it.”

Sawyer’s teeth appeared briefly before he leaned down, nipping Hart’s earlobe, suckling then kissing his way across his jaw, laving his bottom lip. “You smell so good.”

Hart grinned. “I feel even better.”

“Yes, you do.”

Sawyer pinched his nipples, both at the same time, then sucked on them. He did so until Hart was gasping, writhing. Fuck, he’d been speaking the truth. He didn’t know if his dick could survive this torture. Sawyer didn’t have experience, but that didn’t dampen his enthusiasm or curiosity one bit. He licked and sucked, nipped and pinched, every inch of Hart’s body, leaving him a panting mess.

“Shit!” He gripped Sawyer’s hair, tugging as the other man’s teeth scraped his belly and moved down his body.

Hart found himself undulating, thighs spreading wider as his cock throbbed and begged for attention. When Sawyer finally dipped between his legs, Hart’s chest seized, breath faltering. He opened his eyes to find Sawyer staring at his dick where it strained against his lower belly. “You don’t have to—”

“Oh, I want to.” Sawyer licked his lips again. His gaze found Hart’s over the roundness of his belly before flicking back to his leaking dick. “I just don’t want to disappoint.”

“I’m not expecting you to be a champion dick sucker straight out the gate,” Hart told him, voice husky. He cleared away the lust, struggling to focus. “I want you to take your time and do what feels right for the both of us. Not just me.”

Sawyer’s expression softened, gaze all tender. He held Hart’s stare as he dipped his head, pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh. “You’re extraordinary,” he murmured, swiping his thumb over the pre-cum beaded on Hart’s crown.

“Shit.” Hart jerked, ass lifting off the bed. “No, I’m not.”

Demming sucked his thumb into his mouth. “You are.” His lashes fluttered and his head dipped again, his breath, hot and erratic, fanning over Hart’s length. He nosed Hart. A large palm wrapped around his length. His tongue followed, lapping at Hart’s slit.

Then his mouth closed around him.

Hart’s breath choked off. “Unngh.”

Sawyer moaned in answer, his licks going from tentative to way more eager with every roll of Hart’s hips, every cry that fell from his lips. Hart fisted his hands to keep from grabbing the other man’s head and shoving him throat-first on his dick as Sawyer licked down his shaft before returning to suck on his tip again, making hungry little noises in the back of his throat.

There was no true rhythm to his actions and it lacked the smoothness of somebody confident in what they were doing. But Demming’s mouth was wet and hot, lips sealed tight around him, and that death grip he had on the base of Hart’s shaft had him ready to burst.

He shuddered and fisted Demming’s hair, tugging his head back. “Get inside me. Please, Sawyer.” Otherwise, he’d come right then and that wasn’t what he wanted.

The other man released his dick from between his lips reluctantly and rose onto his knees, breath loud, chest heaving, lips wet, and eyes wild as he fumbled around for the condom and lube. Once he found them, he struggled to put on the condom, he was shaking that badly, so Hart sat up and knocked his hand away, tugging the condom onto his length, while Sawyer shuddered.

“Fuck, hurry up.” Sawyer’s stomach contracted. “I might come just from you doing that.”

Hart cupped his balls and Sawyer bit out a curse, pushing him backward with a hand on his shoulder. Hart spread for him as Sawyer lubed his fingers then hiked one of Hart’s legs up and touched his hole.

“Ugh.” He arched.

Sawyer teased him.

Stroked until he was a babbling mess. “Sawyer, fuck.” A finger pierced him and he didn’t have words, only whimpers that got louder when another digit pushed in. Hart grabbed his dick, rolling his hips, grunting as he rocked back on the digits tunneling in and out of him.

“You like this?” Sawyer’s voice rumbled. “Is this good?”

“I’m about to come, that’s how much I like it.” Hart threw a hand over his face only to drop it as Sawyer’s fingers retreated and then the other man was right there, condom-covered dick poking at his hole, pressing in and in.

Fuck, that initial burn was insane.

“Hart.” Sawyer sounded so far away, lost, overwhelmed.

And Hart couldn’t help him because he was too far gone to do anything but pull the other man closer, tighter against him, and tilt his ass for Sawyer to ease in deeper.

Fingers on his hips dug in, trembling. “Fuck, you feel so hot inside.” Sawyer’s voice brimmed with lust and wonder. “God, Hart.”

Hart clenched around him and Sawyer choked, hips jerking forward, slamming deeper.

“Yes.” Hart hissed, taking his dick in hand and stroking, pulling. The signs of his impending orgasm were already there, he just needed— “Sawyer, please.”

“What do you need? Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck me,” he begged. “Harder.” He brought his knees up to his chest, exposing himself. “Deeper.”

Sawyer understood the fucking assignment because he reared back and slammed in.

Hart cried out.

Sawyer made a helpless sound and called his name.

Another thrust.

Pleasure shot through Hart like lightning, firing his blood and rattling his bones. And it was so fucking good. He had to have said that, but he couldn’t be certain, couldn’t make out the words over the grunts and the bed slamming into the wall.

Sawyer didn’t relent. Hart had unleashed him, and the other man pounded into him over and over until it was too much.

Above him, Sawyer panted, muscles straining, body vibrating. “I can’t—Fuck! Hart, I’m—” The panic in his voice had Hart clenching around him, and Sawyer’s grip got painful, his moves fumbling. “Fuck!” He froze, dick jerking inside Hart. “Fuck.”

Heat teased at him through the condom as Sawyer reached his climax and Hart sped up his own strokes, pulling on his dick until Sawyer was there too, the both of them jerking him off as he undulated, panting, mouth open.

Sawyer’s tongue entered his mouth, their teeth clashing, biting, and Hart came like that, shouting his climax into the other man’s mouth. Sawyer took it all, even Hart’s cum pouring into their hands. Then he collapsed onto Hart’s chest, dick twitching inside him.

His dick slid out and the both of them winced. Sawyer rolled to the side, kissing Hart’s sweat-dampened temple. “Give me a little time and then we’re doing that again.”