Every Shade by Nora Phoenix

8

Fuck, yes. Finally. Langley wasn’t sure why Xander had changed his mind about the two of them or why he’d decided to stop pretending, but he wasn’t gonna ask. Enough with the talking. He stripped naked in ten seconds flat, and Xander laughed as Langley all but stumbled onto the bed as he pulled off his last sock. Because leaving your socks on during sex? Fuck no. About the most unsexy thing ever.

Since he was on the bed anyway, he stretched himself out, offering Xander a good view. He studied Langley in great detail, his gaze slowly traveling from his feet upward. “You’re so goddamn perfect…”

Langley was stupidly pleased. “Thank you.”

“Your body is…perfect. Everything about you is just… Fuck, I should’ve majored in English Lit rather than physical therapy so I’d have better words.”

That stopped Langley’s hand, which had been fisting his cock. “You majored in physical therapy?”

“Yeah. Gave up my job when my dad got ill, and after he died, I never went back to it. Mmm, want me to give you a massage?”

“Fuck, yes… Though not now. I had other plans for now.”

“What kind of plans?”

“The kind that involves you being naked as well.”

Xander looked away for a moment. “Langley, I’m not… I’m turning forty in a few weeks. I’m not… I don’t look like that anymore. My prime days are well in the past…”

Langley’s heart grew all soft and warm. “Strip, Coach. You look damn fine to me the way you are.”

Xander met his eyes again, and then he took off his clothes, revealing a slightly soft but still fucking gorgeous body. Gray hairs sprinkled his chest between darker ones, and Langley loved it. His heart softened even more when he saw the messy scars on his left knee, the one that had ended his short career. Xander was all male, every inch of him sexy as fuck, and Langley held out his hands. “Get your ass in here, Coach. Time to get this party started.”

Much to his relief, Xander didn’t hesitate anymore but crawled on the bed, and Langley pulled him toward him, drawing Xander on top of him as he instantly fused their mouths together. Mmm, the man tasted so good. The kiss started lazily with Langley just roaming Xander’s mouth, getting to know him, soaking up his flavor, but it quickly grew urgent.

Langley flipped them, pinning Xander down underneath him, and a laugh rumbled up from Xander’s chest. “You manhandling me?”

“You complaining?” Their eyes met, and lightning struck all over again, setting Langley on fire.

“No,” Xander whispered hoarsely. “Not complaining at all.”

Langley kissed him until his lips ached, throbbing and stinging. “Ready for the next item on the itinerary?”

Xander shot him a lazy grin, looking delicious with his hair all messed up, his cheeks red, and his eyes a little glaze. “That depends on where the itinerary will lead.”

Langley flipped them again, then sank his hand between Xander’s ass cheeks, rubbing his hole. “That’s the final destination, Coach. You good with that?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

More kissing, and then Langley maneuvered Xander on his belly, nudging his legs until he spread them wide. He was so beautiful. He ran his hand down Xander’s back, then palmed his ass cheeks and squeezed. Still tight as could be. Heaven.

“Are you gonna keep staring at me, or can I expect some actual action?”

“Just admiring the view.”

“Yeah?” Xander sounded ridiculously pleased, and Langley grinned.

“Your ass is the stuff of wet dreams, man. Your whole body, in fact.”

He trailed his index finger down Xander’s spine, then followed his crack all the way to his hole. The man shivered from that simple touch, so he did it again. He dipped his head and blew a hot breath over Xander’s skin, which broke out in goose bumps instantly. Wasn’t it crazy how he’d always been in a hurry to fuck and yet now, he wanted to take his time?

He kissed those tight globes, reveling in the salty taste of Xander’s skin when he licked them. Sucked them. Nibbled around while his fingers explored, and Xander’s body jerked under his hands and mouths. “Langley…”

Nope, not a protest. Not even close. That was the sound of a man who was being driven insane, and that was exactly how Langley wanted him. He spread those ass cheeks wide and breathed on Xander’s hole, which twitched under his stare. Fuck, yes. Without a second of hesitation, he bent over deeper and laved that pretty little star with his tongue.

Breath rushed from his lungs as a current of electricity shot up from his balls down the length of his cock. One would think it couldn’t possibly feel that good to touch someone else, but oh god, did it ever. He dragged his tongue over Xander’s hole again, and the needy growl the man let out was like an aphrodisiac. Xander’s hips jerked as if he couldn’t keep still, and Langley pinned him down with one hand as he licked again, swirling his tongue around that entrance that beckoned him.

“Fuck, that’s…” Xander moaned, arching his back and pushing his ass upward.

Langley didn’t respond. Talking was not a priority when he could taste Xander. He hitched that ass closer to his mouth and went to work. The pink hole softened quickly under his ministrations, opening up for his tongue. He’d never thought he’d be into rimming, and yet here he was, his tongue inside another man, and he fucking loved it. Absolutely craved more, like he was addicted already.

He dropped a thick string of saliva onto Xander’s hole, then another one. His thumb spread it around as he nibbled on his ass cheeks, just rubbing ever smaller circles until he pushed a little harder and slipped inside. His thumb went in all the way, sank in until he could go no deeper, and even better than the way Xander’s velvety hot channel was clenching around it were the sounds he was making. The hitchy breaths and little moans as he pinched his eyes shut and restlessly moved his hands as if searching for something to hold on to.

“Langley…” Xander sounded exasperated and more than a little impatient.

“You in a hurry?”

Xander pushed himself up a little and met Langley’s eyes. “Honestly? Yeah. I’ve bottled up this insane need for you for years, and now that I’ve let it out, it’s impossible to wait any longer.”

Good point. He’d simply have to rim him again another day. And suck him off. And sixty-nine him. Fuck his mouth. Come all over him. So many things he wanted to do to this man, with this man. “Fuck that English Lit degree. That was perfect. Please tell me you have lube somewhere.” His voice was raspy.

“Drawer.” Xander vaguely gestured.

Langley found lube and condoms in the drawer of Xander’s nightstand. Bingo. He rolled the condom on first. That way, he could focus completely on getting Xander ready and not have to interrupt himself again. He squirted some lube, coated himself, then got some more on his fingers.

“How do you want this, Coach?”

“Don’t go slow. Wanna feel you.”

The words sank their claws inside Langley, firing him up even more. Oh, he’d make damn sure Xander would feel him. Every inch of him and then some. The man would be walking bow-legged when he was done with him. But he understood what Xander was saying. He wanted it fast, not endless foreplay. They were on the same page, then.

Two fingers pushed, and Xander let him in, muttering a groaned curse as Langley sank deeper. So freaking hot and silky. He’d waited so long for this. A few careful pumps had Xander making more noises. “Fuck… That feels…”

That was all he managed, but Langley got the idea and slid his fingers in and out until Xander’s body relaxed around him. “Three?” he asked.

“Nah. Gimme the main show.”

“On your back.”

Xander hesitated. “Isn’t it easier if…?”

“I don’t care about easy. I’ve waited five years for this, so I damn well wanna see your face when I’m inside you.”

“Holy Christ, you’re a bossy little fucker,” Xander grumbled, but he did turn onto his back and pulled his legs up, opening himself wide.

“Yeah, and you don’t mind half as much as you’re pretending. Don’t think that I can’t see through you.”

Something flashed over Xander’s face. It would have to wait, but they would talk about this. Later. After he was done claiming him.

Langley positioned himself, his muscles trembling as he lined up. Finally. He barely had to push, Xander letting him in at the first touch. He was evidently a man who liked to play with himself. Langley approved. In fact, he wanted to see it someday—Xander bringing himself to a shattering climax while Langley watched and jerked off to it. His own private peep show. Hell yes.

Xander moaned as Langley thrust carefully. “Fuuuck…”

“Good?”

Langley asked more out of reflex than because he was even the slightest bit worried. Xander’s expression made clear how the man felt.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop.”

See? All systems green. He sank in deep, rocking his pelvis until he was flush against Xander’s flesh, buried all the way. “You feel so goddamn good, Coach. So fucking tight and hot.”

Snapping his hips, he pulled out and plunged back in, drawing a sharp gasp from Xander. Someone liked that. He did it again, shifting his angle of penetration ever so slightly. Xander bucked underneath him as if electrocuted. Jackpot. “Hang on, Coach. We’re about to hit a home run.”