“Kid—”
“Man,” Cash corrected.
Glen shifted on his feet. “Yes. You’re a man,” he said gruffly. “You’re quite grown. I get it. But you’re—”
Cash kissed him, parting his lips immediately, slipping his tongue inside Glen’s mouth and taking over.
Part of it was pride—he’d been getting laid since he was sixteen, and damned if this guy was going to make him feel small.
But most of it was want. Not one of those others had shown kindness or even chivalry, and God, Cash was tired of being on his own. For this night, with this man, he wanted to pretend he’d have someone there to help him find his friend, someone to help make things square with Clive, someone who could help fix his life.
Glen tightened, though, pulled his head reluctantly away, and stilled Cash’s wandering hand on his abdomen.
Cash was losing him.
“Cash, you don’t really want me—”
“I do,” Cash whispered, chest aching.
“I’m easy—”
“You’re good,” Cash told him. “I want you.”
“Cash—”
And Cash gave him the most honesty he’d ever given a man. “Please.”
If only for the night, he didn’t want to be alone.
That did it; Glen broke. He parted his lips and took over Cash’s mouth, dominating him, bearing him down onto the mattress.
Cash wrapped his arms around the broad shoulders and his legs around the lean hips and held him close.
“Only cowards tease, flyboy,” he mocked, raising his chin so Glen could pillage his neck.
“If I go get into my shaving kit, are you going to jackrabbit behind my back?” Glen taunted.
“Ah!” Glen bit his earlobe softly, and Cash lost the thread of their banter for a moment. He grabbed at Glen’s madras shirt and wormed his hands under the tank beneath it. Oh wow. His skin was blazing, searing the palms of Cash’s hands, making him want to stroke Glen’s whole body in the hopes all that heat would warm the depths of Cash’s cold soul.
Glen reared up enough to rip Cash’s button-down over his head, along with the tank underneath. “Not gonna answer me?” He lowered his head and pulled in a nipple, tantalizing it with his tongue.
“You’ll never know unless you try,” Cash panted, and Glen shoved his hand down Cash’s pants.
“Only cowards run, pop star,” Glen rasped, and then he stroked Cash’s cock expertly through his briefs.
Oh! Gods! It had been months since Cash had taken a lover—or had it been years? Cash gave up on the conversation completely and bucked against Glen’s touch.
“Won’t run,” Cash moaned. “I might come while I’m waiting, but I won’t run.”
Glen sat up and grabbed both his hands, placing them above his head. “Don’t touch. Don’t undress. Just lie here like this and decide what you want me to do to you first.”
Cash wanted to laugh, but everything was sensitive, and rubbing his nipples or his cock against his clothes might set him off.
“I want you to fuck me!” he complained. “Is that so hard?”
Glen snorted while he was rooting through his flight bag. “You young people. No imagination. Think my cock’s the only thing I can use?”
Cash’s brain stuttered. He could give a first-class blowjob—but he wasn’t on the receiving end all that often. That was his job, to give them, to give the other guy something in return for the fucking he was about to give Cash. If it couldn’t be commitment or emotional availability, it could at least be a blowjob.
“I….” Now he sounded uncertain, and he hated that. “I give the blowjobs,” he said with a certain amount of dignity.
Glen turned toward him, condoms and lube in one hand, the other hand working at his fly. His cargo shorts clattered to the floor right as he stepped out of his boots.
“So that’s all you got?” Glen muttered, eyes glittering. “Mr. I’m An Adult? Mr. I’ve Had All The Sex? You can bend over or you can give a blowjob?”
“I know my place,” Cash snarled, surprised at the bitterness as it washed over both of them.
“Do you?” Glen threw the objects on the bed and stripped off the rest of his clothes. When he was done, he came to Cash and stripped off his shorts and briefs, leaving them both naked in the humid little room. The ceiling fan swept over Cash, and he shivered, and for the first time in forever, the act of baring himself in front of another man—in front of a sex partner—made him vulnerable.
“I give the blowjobs. I take the cock in the ass,” Cash said, and he’d meant it to be brazen, sexual, keeping the tenor between them raw and carnal and impersonal.
But Glen slid his palms down the inside of Cash’s thighs, and the sensuality of it made Cash shudder. Glen’s thumbs brushed Cash’s balls—on purpose—and Cash had to work hard not to roll to his side and draw up his knees.
This man was seeing him naked. This man seemed to be staring at Cash’s soul through his skin, ignoring his pleasing concave stomach and toned muscles, ignoring his shaved balls and decent cock.
He wasn’t looking at Cash’s body.
He was looking at Cash, and all those men Cash had slept with and kept at arm’s length were suddenly printed all over his skin. It wasn’t the sex, Cash felt in his bones, it was the disregard.
Glen bent before him and kissed the inside of his knee.
“What if,” he said, his voice like raw silk over sandpaper, “what if….” He kissed up a notch, to Cash’s thigh.
“What if what?” Cash asked on a shaky breath.
“What if neither of those things happen? What if you don’t give me the blowjob? What if you only get a finger in your ass? What if I take your body so sweetly, you come just from—” Glen licked a swipe across his balls. “—foreplay.”
Cash tried to laugh, but he couldn’t get enough air in his lungs. “Think a lot of yourself, don’t you?”
Glen allowed the gentle edge of his tooth to scrape along Cash’s thigh. “I think enough,” he murmured as Cash pushed up against him. Oh wow. This… this had never happened.
“You afraid to fuck me?” It was a weak sally at best—Cash knew it.
“You afraid to let someone at you who knows what they’re doing?” Glen asked, arching a superior eyebrow. “If I’m not some callow kid pawing at your dick, maybe you’ll have to drop the attitude and let me see you.”
Cash almost rolled off the bed because it was like Glen had read his mind.
“No….” It came out a low moan, and he tried to fix it. “This is it,” he said. “This is all me.” To his horror, he sounded near tears.
Glen plied his tongue again, this time under the bell of Cash’s circumcised cock.
“Oh God!” He was going to come undone. He was going to come all over Glen Echo’s face, and Glen hadn’t even fucked him yet. He tried to shove himself up on his elbows so he could take over, could blow Glen into submission, could get out of this moment of being completely exposed.
And then Glen popped the head of Cash’s cock into his mouth, and Cash’s arms went out from underneath him.