Beautiful Beast Page 5

  “Jesus. Look at you…”

  Kevin parted his mouth and took Joakim deep again, feeling Joakim’s fingers tighten in his hair. Yes, that’s it. Fuck my mouth.

  He rocked his whole body, his asshole clenching at nothing, and when Joakim finally got the hint and began fucking his mouth, Kevin was fully hard. On all fours, held by his hair, getting his mouth fucked… he was in heaven, and his cock pulsed with each thrust. He choked a little, but it only made him more eager. He realized Joakim was about to back off.

  “Fuck my mouth, then come on my face,” he gasped.

  “Kevin!” Joakim exclaimed, but he listened. He held Kevin’s scalp tighter and thrust faster, his strokes quick but measured, and Kevin took it, his heart racing and ass aching with emptiness.

  “Gorgeous,” Joakim murmured. Then he pulled out suddenly and tugged on Kevin’s hair.

  Kevin closed his eyes and waited, mouth open. The first splash of warm silky liquid hit the corner of his lips, and then another landed across his nose and upper lip. He licked at it hungrily, moaning and unashamed. He loved the taste. Every man tasted different, but Joakim tasted divine. Joakim groaned loudly, and one more splash of come landed directly in Kevin’s open mouth and on his tongue. Hell to the yes. Absolutely perfect.

  Best damned blow jobs ever.

  They showered together, and Kevin felt like royalty when Joakim massaged his shoulders, kissed his throat, and told Kevin how sexy and beautiful he was.

  Joakim tucked Kevin in his wide bed and went to get them water glasses for the night. Kevin rolled and sniffed the pillow. He smells so good. Tastes so good. And as if Joakim entered into some kind of competition for the best first date ever, he put Kevin’s phone on charge before joining him in bed and wrapping his broad, wiry body all around Kevin’s.

  “You are amazing, Kevin,” he whispered and kissed him. It was a long, serious kiss, thorough and consuming. Kevin felt a promise of a hazy future in that kiss. He fell asleep in Joakim’s arms, lips tingling and brain muddled with lust and hope.

  5 Dreaming

  Joakim stirred in the darkness, waking from a heated dream. Where was he? And who…?

  He felt the warm body move and settle deeper into his arms. Kevin. He was curled up, naked, ass to Joakim’s groin, and he slept, trusting like a kitten. Joakim’s head filled with images from last evening. The lines of Kevin’s perfect muscles, his body writhing, his lips parted in arousal, arms locked in a stronghold above his head. Kevin’s exposed hard cock against his flat belly. Kevin’s slender back and his incredible bubble butt underneath Joakim as he went down on his hands and knees and let Joakim fuck his mouth. Joakim’s seed all over those lips…

  He was hard against Kevin’s flawless ass, but he didn’t dare do anything. He just curled closer, resisting the urge to thrust along Kevin’s crease—oh, fuck—and he pressed his face to the man’s neck. He breathed in Kevin’s scent and willed himself to calm down so he could maybe eventually fall asleep again. Yeah, no chance in hell.

  It only got worse. His heartbeat picked up, and his breath got choppy. He felt like he was holding on by his fingertips, hanging off the top of a cliff. His cock twitched against Kevin’s ass cheeks. I want him so much.

  He gritted his teeth and angled his hips away so his cock wasn’t touching Kevin’s ass anymore. He couldn’t molest the man in his sleep, for fuck’s sake. He was about to roll onto his back when a hand on his upper thigh stopped him.

  Kevin tugged at his leg and stretched in his arms, leaning his head to the side in invitation. Hesitating only for a second, Joakim kissed the exposed skin. Circling his hips, Kevin pressed his ass against Joakim’s hard-on, and Joakim grabbed him with both arms, clutching Kevin’s body to his like a lifeline. He began to thrust, rubbing his aching cock over Kevin’s backside, and Kevin moaned in appreciation. Parting his legs, he allowed Joakim to nestle in his crease, and he rocked back. The friction was perfect, almost too much, and Joakim was getting close already.

  Reaching over Kevin’s shoulder, he opened the nightstand and fumbled for a bottle of lube. Kevin grabbed it first and drizzled a generous amount over Joakim’s palm. Joakim lathered his cock and ran his slick fingers through Kevin’s hairless crease. He wanted to come between Kevin’s ass cheeks and then maybe suck Kevin off again, but Kevin tensed as if he’d just woken up.

  “I want you. But it’s too soon.”

  “I won’t fuck you,” Joakim assured. He didn’t intend to. “I just want to play with you and make you come. You’re safe. Okay?”

  “Yes. Okay.”

  “Open for me a little?”

  Kevin parted his legs, moving one knee forward, and Joakim pushed two fingers into his crack again. He ran them up and down softly, finding Kevin’s hole but not pausing there. The thought of breaching Kevin... On his fourth brush, his fingertip caught at the rim, and Kevin whimpered.

  “How far can I go, Kev?”

  “I don’t know… I…”

  “Damn, Kevin. It’s only our first night.” There will be more. There must be.

  Joakim closed his mouth over the tendons on the side of Kevin’s neck. He massaged the sensitive skin around Kevin’s hole softly with slick fingers, listening to Kevin’s quiet, high-pitched sounds.

  “I’ll do anything you want,” Joakim said, wanting to soothe and reassure. It was true. He’d do anything to be able to continue touching Kevin and hear his hums of pleasure.

  Silence and then. “Do you have a plug?”

  “Yes.” Lifting himself up, he didn’t let Kevin overthink anything. He reached over Kevin’s shoulder and hit the light switch. The lamp cast a yellow glow over Kevin’s body. Inside the lower drawer of the nightstand, Joakim found the L-shaped toy with a thick, rounded head.

  Kevin’s eyes were closed, so Joakim lubed the toy quickly and settled back behind Kevin. He couldn’t resist pressing his slick finger against Kevin’s opening first. Kevin tilted his hips up in silent invitation, and Joakim took his chance. He pushed a single finger inside Kevin, just the tip, and made a slow, shallow fucking movement.

  The noise Kevin let out was out of this world. A desperate, needy cry.

  Joakim shuffled back so he could see, his finger barely inside Kevin’s body.

  “God, Kevin, you’re beautiful all over. Such a sweet, tight pink hole.” Kevin was completely smooth, his skin flawless, and his pucker looked delicious, making Joakim’s mouth water.

  “Please,” Kevin panted. He was whispering now, lying completely still. Joakim pressed, breaching Kevin’s rim deeper, and Kevin gasped again, louder. Joakim pushed some more. Kevin’s hole tightened around his finger, sucking him in, and Kevin’s hips lifted in a greedy curve. The sight was divine.

  He’s a needy bottom who loves to suck cock. Have I won the lottery?

  Holding the toy in one hand, Joakim fingerfucked Kevin’s ass with the other, going deep now and curling his finger, massaging Kevin’s gland. Kevin was clutching the pillow with both hands, meeting each of Joakim’s thrusts, and his mewling sounds grew louder still. He was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

  Joakim pulled his finger out and pressed the toy against the wet opening. It slid in with very little resistance. He jostled it a little until it was fully inside, the L-shape nestled over Kevin’s perineum. Kevin keened.

  “Yes!”

  “You ready?” Joakim asked.

  “Fuck me,” Kevin urged, and Joakim knew he didn’t mean it literally.

  He pushed the button and quickly wrapped himself around Kevin’s body, his slick cock against Kevin’s wet crease, before the vibration registered in Kevin’s mind.

  “Oh, my fucking god!” Kevin exclaimed and pushed back into Joakim’s embrace. “Yeah, fuck, that’s perfect!” He was panting those words, barely audible, and when Joakim wrapped his lubed hand around Kevin’s cock, the man lost his ability to speak.

  Kevin made the most honest, needy sounds Joakim had ever heard anyone make in bed. It only took a couple of minutes. Trembling and gasping, Kevin came over Joakim’s fingers. His orgasm seemed to go on and on, and Joakim let go of his cock to pull the vibrating toy out before Kevin grew hoarse. His body twitched a couple of times. Then he quieted, breathing deeply.

  Kneeling above Kevin’s spent body, Joakim fisted his cock and stroked himself. He touched Kevin’s ass cheeks again, and Kevin tilted his hips up, showing Joakim his hole. He looked over his shoulder with heavy-lidded eyes, swollen lips parted.

  “You have the most incredible ass. Will you let me fuck you one day, angel?”

  “Yes. I’ll beg for your cock.”

  “Kevin…”

  Joakim toyed with Kevin’s softened rim with a fingertip, imagining how the hole would stretch around the base of his cock. That was how he came, spilling his seed over Kevin’s perfect ass cheeks and watching his finger sink inside.

  The second time Joakim woke, he was lying on his back with Kevin tucked against his side. He wanted to enjoy the moment, just smell Kevin’s hair and maybe brush a kiss on his forehead, but his alarm was shrieking. He rolled, disentangling himself from a confused Kevin, and turned the alarm off.

  “What’s the time?” Kevin asked, stretching his arms above his head.

  “Half past seven. I’m sorry. I have a business lunch, and I need to go to my office to prepare for it.”

  “On Saturday?”

  “Yes. I forgot about it yesterday. I should have told you.”

  Kevin sat up and looked around blearily.

  “No problem. I’ll just…” His voice sounded off. Hesitant and cold. He swung around on the bed to stand but then paused. “I think my clothes are in the living room?” He rubbed his face with both hands, shoulders hunched up and tense.

  Joakim suddenly realized how hi
s behavior might look to Kevin. Like he was kicking out the hookup from last night. No way could he allow Kevin to think that. He shot up, walked around the bed, knelt on the floor in front of Kevin, and rested his palms on Kevin’s thighs. He waited until Kevin met his gaze. Kevin’s expression was closed off, and Joakim wanted to kick himself. He tried to pour all of his want and awe into his voice when he spoke, slowly and imploringly.

  “Kevin, last night was amazing. You completely blew my mind. I really want to see you again as soon as possible. Tomorrow, if you’re free?”

  Kevin blinked down at him, confused at first, then surprised, then pleased. It took a few moments, but he answered, “I can’t do tomorrow. I promised to babysit for a colleague. Monday afternoon is rehearsal and then dinner with my friend and his partners. But I can do Tuesday evening?”

  Three days. Joakim would have to manage. “Okay. Tuesday. Seven?”

  “Tuesday at seven. Text me where, and I’ll be there.”

  Joakim took Kevin’s hand and kissed his palm, lingering with his lips.

  “Thank you,” he said, holding Kevin’s gaze.

  “For what?” Kevin breathed, smiling gently. In the morning light, his wavy blond hair looked translucent. His puffy blue eyes, heavy-lidded with sleep, made him seem vulnerable and open. Fragile.

  Joakim squeezed his eyes shut and grimaced. He wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed with Kevin and forget about the rest of the world. Damn his workaholic ways. When had weekend business meetings become his normal? He should put a stop to that while he still could. “I need to leave in half an hour,” he said. “But if you’d like, we can walk toward the center together. My office is by Vallgraven. We could grab a coffee on the way or something.”

  Kevin nodded, squeezing Joakim’s hand. “Coffee sounds great.”

  They still held hands on their way to the coffee shop, and Kevin insisted on paying this time. Joakim didn’t know anything about Kevin’s financial situation, but he suspected enough to be glad he managed to grab the tab yesterday before Kevin could see it. Letting him pay for coffee was comparatively easy.

  A rare winter sun shone as they walked through the park and over the bridge toward Grönsakstorget. Joakim kept sneaking glances over to Kevin and trying to gauge his mood. Kevin was quiet but seemed content.

  They stopped to say good-bye at Domkyrkan. Kevin said he would catch the tram, and Joakim needed to hurry if he were to manage reading at least a few pages of the report waiting for him before the meeting.

  “I never said thank you for dinner. It was delicious.”

  “My pleasure,” Joakim said.

  The corners of Kevin’s mouth twitched at the double meaning, and Joakim stepped closer.

  “Great pleasure. Intoxicating,” he whispered as he leaned closer, brushing his lips over Kevin’s cheek. To his delight, Kevin turned his head, kissed his jaw, and hummed in agreement.

  “I’ll see you on Tuesday,” Joakim said with some regret. Tuesday seemed far away.

  “Yes.”

  “Good-bye, Kevin.”

  “Bye.”

  One last smile and Kevin turned away. Joakim watched him go, his cheek tingling.

  “Earth to Joakim,” Joel said. It was Monday, and they were having lunch at the Dorsia hotel.

  Joakim snapped his head around. “Sorry, been miles away.”

  “Distracted?” Joel said, smiling.

  “Slept poorly.” Joakim had to clear his throat, which made Joel squint at him with suspicion. His cheeks heated, and he tried to hide the stupid blush by lifting his cup of coffee and drinking. But the warm coffee went into the wrong pipe, and he began coughing. He grabbed the napkin and covered his mouth.

  “Joakim? What’s going on?” Joel looked bewildered.

  “Nothing,” Joakim gasped and coughed one last time. “Absolutely nothing.”

  “You’re blushing. I have never seen you blush,” Joel said, grinning wide. “Spill.”

  “I don’t blush.” He wiped his mouth and put the napkin aside.

  “You do. You’re human, even if most people don’t believe it.”

  Joakim scowled at his friend.

  “C’mon, tell me,” Joel said.

  “If you must know, I met a lovely gentleman. He spent the night, and I’m seeing him again. I was thinking about his blue eyes when you so rudely interrupted me.”

  Joel laughed. “Who is he?”

  “That’s all the information you’re going to get.”

  “You’re bringing him to my wedding?” Joel winked.

  Joakim sighed, getting serious. “No. I barely know him. Just…getting hopeful again. That’s all.”

  Joel smiled at him. “That’s great, Joakim. Be hopeful. It suits you.”

  Joakim lifted his coffee cup to his lips, looking through the restaurant window and onto the flowing crowd outside. Joel was right. Hope felt much better than bitterness.

  6 The Art of Sexting

  Seeing Luke together with Liam and Marcus was strange. Good strange but strange nonetheless. Kevin felt overwhelmed like he always did in Liam’s presence and even vaguely aroused. Because hell, those three together? It caused loads of unwanted images to materialize in Kevin’s head. Stuff he didn’t want to think about his boss, his best friend, and their older, respectable partner. When they had sex together, were they together…all three of them? All the time? Don’t go there, Kev. Just don’t.

  The bar slash restaurant had a subtle, sultry vibe. There were low, plush armchairs and two-seaters with red velvet pillows. The walls were covered with dark wood panels, and the lamps had colorful shades on them. Some of the waiters were obviously queer, which Kevin loved. But the atmosphere didn’t help with the squirmy feeling in his gut.

  They sat in a corner booth, the throuple huddled together, touching casually but constantly.

  “I’m looking forward to it,” Marcus said. “Tyler getting married? That should be a show.”

  “Let’s play a game when we’re there. How many people in this room did Tyler Jonsson sleep with?” Liam said.

  Luke hid his face in his palms and groaned, while Kevin winced.

  “We already know about five. Adam and Christoffer, Luke, Joel, of course, and Kevin, it seems,” Marcus said, laughing.

  “You too, Kevin?” Liam joined Marcus in his merriment. “See? If you’d played it cool, we’d never have known.”

  “Kevin could never play it cool. That’s why I like him,” Luke said, looking mildly annoyed.

  “Hey, love. We all have a past. I might act a little possessive when Tyler is near, but you like it when I do that.” Liam lifted his eyebrows playfully, and Luke gave him a short kiss on the lips.

  “I don’t know Joel much,” Kevin said, desperate for a topic change. “Only saw him once or twice.”

  “He’s a great guy,” Marcus said. “Tyler has had more luck than sense.”

  Luke lifted his drink. “Agreed. Joel is lovely.”

  “Are you bringing anyone to the wedding, Kev?” Marcus asked.

  “No,” Kevin said with hesitation. He couldn’t bring Joakim. They barely knew each other.

  “We can give you a lift if you want,” Liam said.

  “No, no. That’s okay.”

  “He wants,” Luke interrupted. “The train station is like an hour walk from the castle, and it will be February weather. We’ll pick you up. No arguments.”

  Kevin smiled. “Okay. Thank you.” He was looking forward to taking the train, but Luke was probably right. Maybe he’d ride with them.

  Right then, his phone lit up with a message. Kevin’s eyes flashed to where it lay on the table, and he managed to see the first few words before the screen darkened again.

  “Check your message, Kev,” Luke said, grinning.

  “No,” Kevin protested weakly.

  “C’mon. It’s the guy, isn’t it? You had a date with him last Friday, right?”

  “Who?” Marcus asked, a wide smile on his face.

  “Just a guy I met at a shoe store.”

  “That’s random,” Liam remarked.

  “There was this little kid who took my boot while I was changing. He returned it.”