Nail Polish Lust

The growled voice sent a shiver down his spine, and he changed his mind, no longer wanting to tease the too-straight too-responsible man in front of him with all the things he guessed would annoy him. Now he just wanted to show him the room in the back and see if his cock could be as sexy/rough as his voice.

\"What\'s your name?\" He had never asked before, he had never wanted to know before, but with this man…things were different. This wasn\'t someone like him, playing dress-up games and pretending to be something he wasn\'t, this was a man from the real world. Out of place here and somehow more attractive for it.

The older man\'s eyes were dark with lust and other things, eyes fixing for a lingering moment on his mouth, \"John.\" With a screech the chair opposite him was shoved away from the table with a booted foot, \"Have a seat kid.\"

He sat, not liking being called kid, but he didn\'t complain, he was one after all. Compared to John at least.

\"What\'s your name, Kid?\"

He eyed him a moment weighing the benefits of actually giving his name out…and decided to have a bit of fun. \"Arsenic.\"

A bushy red-blond eyebrow rose minutely speaking volumes beyond anything the man could have said. His voice was that perfect mix of sarcasm and disbelief that made him feel small, insignificant, and stupid, \"Arsenic?\"

It made him defensive and angry, \"Yeah that\'s right. Arsenic.\"

John laughed at him with an amused grin, \"Arsenic. Did you pick that name out yourself, Kid or did one of these clowns have to help you?\" Before he could respond John shook his head in a tone so tired and rueful Trevor couldn\'t be angry with him, at least not angry enough to walk away, \"Wait, wait; don\'t get pissed. Just give me your real name, I don\'t think I could stand to fuck anyone named…\" His voice dripped with disgust, \"Arsenic. Makes you sound like my thirteen year-old nephew playin’ dress up.\"

He sighed, thrilled by the confirmation they were going to end up in bed together, but still reluctant to give his name out, he finally muttered it to the table, \"Trevor.\"

\"Much better.\" A shot glass full to the brim with whatever John was drinking was pushed to him, \"Want a drink, Trevor?\"

He looked at it for a moment before grinning and picking up the glass, with a bit of a show he threw it back and suffered through his eyes watering, throat burning and itching to cough. When he finally had himself under control he licked his lips sensuously, ignoring the fact that he was licking away some of his lipstick. John snorted and didn\'t look all that impressed with him.

\"How old are you Trevor?\" He was about to protest that he was old enough when the older man held up his hand to stop him, \"I know you aren\'t twenty-one; I really could give a shit how young you are as long as you\'re over sixteen. That\'s my own personal age limit.\"

Trevor found himself answering honestly, not quite sure why, \"Seventeen…I\'ll be eighteen in six months.\" There was something about John that was…that seemed to require honesty. Something about the way his shoulders straightened from the world-weary slump the longer they talked, the way blue eyes warmed minutely in response to every honest answer.

John drained the last of the bottle and stood abruptly, \"Good enough. Let’s go then.\"

He sat still, uncertain, \"There\'s…a room in the back we can use.\" But he knew somehow that John wasn\'t interested in that.

His hunch was confirmed when John shook his head, \"No we\'re doing this right even if it is a one night stand.\" The older man leaned down and breathed in his ear, sending uncontrollable shivers through him, \"You\'re coming home with me Trevor, because I don\'t do this very often and I want to enjoy your sweet little ass to the fullest.\" Teeth nipped his earlobe, pain and pleasure wrapped into one, and he moaned, stumbling over himself to get out of the chair fast as physically possible, following John out into the night on an invisible leash.

It wasn\'t until he was seated in John\'s trash heap car, driving to god only knew where in dead silence that he realized he might have made a mistake. They had been on the road for what seemed like forever and the buildings they passed got shabbier and the street names became unfamiliar.

His voice was softer than usual when he spoke, hesitant, and he hated that, \"Where are we going?\"

John reached over and touched his thigh, fingers stroking the inside seam close enough to his crotch that his cock twitched, \"Don\'t worry, Kid, we\'re fifteen minutes away now. If you can\'t get a cab out here to take you back home I\'ll drive you in the morning.\"

He hadn\'t even thought about the prospect of not being able to get a cab, but as long as John was talking and not so supernaturally quiet he could relax and not think about much of anything except the smoky growl and the rough hand playing with him. With an impish grin that he knew his partner for the night couldn\'t see in the dark interior of the car, he picked the hand up off his thigh and brought it to his mouth. Planting a kiss in the palm of John\'s hand, he then licked along one finger, tongue catching on work-rough skin, completely unlike his own soft hands. The most work he\'d ever done with his hands was writing his stupid little poems in his notebook.

Beside him he heard the seat creak as John shifted, a sharp quiet inhalation, and the air in the car thrummed with anticipation. Trevor swirled his tongue around the tip of John\'s index finger then slowly slid it into his mouth until his lips were pressed against the join of finger to hand. The salt sweet taste of the other man\'s skin flooded his senses and he sucked, eyes fixed on the spot where he knew the other man\'s face was.

The finger in his mouth rubbed gently against his tongue in a strange sort of caress, and unable to resist Trevor reached over and slid his free hand into John\'s lap. Hot cock covered by a thin layer of khaki met his questing hand and he gave it a squeeze.

A low growl was the only warning he had before John yanked his hand away; the car was jerked off the road, slamming into park with a jerk that almost made him slide out of his seat. Before he could do more than gasp he was dragged half out of his seat almost into the older man\'s lap as his mouth was taken in a hard punishing kiss. His hands clenched on air, too stunned to even kiss back.

Just as he began to gather his wits enough to return the kiss, he was shoved back into his seat. John growled, \"Don\'t fucking tease me, Kid.\"

Trevor stared at him, bemused, the rest of the short ride, lips tingling.

***


His apartment was a cramped dingy sort of place, with three rooms, a combined kitchen/living room, a nearly nonexistent bathroom, and a bedroom that only had room for a bed and a dresser. But it was his, and after the hell of the divorce he was lucky to be able to afford it. Denise had done her level best to take every single penny and she had come pretty close.

In retrospect he was still overall satisfied with how it turned out, by the end of their five years together he had been willing to pay to get rid of her. Even if it meant she got an apartment in a downtown high rise and he was stuck here. At least now he could get a decent fuck without having to worry about her finding out.

The kid was watching him curiously, that wary look back in his eyes. John ignored it and made a beeline to the fridge for beer, handing one off to Trevor before he went into the bathroom to take a piss. Washing his hands he noticed a black smear on his fingers and it took him a second to connect the fact that it was from the kid\'s clown makeup. It took him more than a second to get the shit to come off.

Smirking, he snagged the towel off the hanger and threw it in Trevor\'s surprised face when he came out. Trevor caught it, staring at him stupidly.

\"Go wash that crap off your face. No way I\'m getting that smeared all over everything.\"

Trevor scowled at him, \"You didn\'t seem to hate it at the club.\"

He gave him a sweet smile in return and plopped down on the couch, \"I wasn\'t interested in your face at the club. Now I am. Go get that shit off unless you want to spend the night on the couch. Trust me, it\'s not nearly as comfortable as the bed.\"

He flicked on the TV, pointedly ignoring his guest, and smiled to himself at the irritated sigh and the sound of the kid stomping off to the bathroom, almost slamming the door behind him. The shower came on a few seconds later and he rolled his eyes, figured the brat would do something to get back at him. Not that it bothered him really, if Trevor wanted a shower, then he could have a shower. At least now he wouldn\'t smell the club on the kid\'s skin when he was fucking him. Trevor could wash as much as he damn well pleased as long as he didn\'t come back with that crap on his face afterwards.

John settled more comfortably on the lumpy couch, eyes on the TV, but really paying attention to the sounds of the shower in the bathroom. He wanted to join the boy and pin him to the wall, watch the water slide down his skin, but he wanted to drag out the anticipation more. He knew he wasn\'t going to do this again for a long, long time and he wanted this to be good enough to tide him over.

He heard the door open, and the soft patter of bare feet on the rough wood floor. John\'s breath caught in his throat when he turned his head to look. At the club he had thought Trevor was eye candy with a delicious ass; cleaned up of all the silly makeup he was simply breathtaking. He had to stare and just…absorb the picture the kid made, naked and dripping on his living room floor.

Without the makeup Trevor was softer, vulnerable, and somehow innocent. His eyes were a warm sort of brown now that he could see them clearly without all the caked on eyeliner, and his cheeks were tinted rosy with embarrassment even though he gamely tried to act nonchalant. Black hair slicked down, still dripping tendrils clinging tenaciously to his face, falling in his eyes. Plush lips, red and swollen, much like John imagined they would after kissing or sucking cock, but it was probably from having to scrub to the lipstick off.

While he stared, Trevor sauntered towards him with exaggerated cool, stopping right in front of him, letting him have his look. The boy\'s body was starting to fill out but slender in a way that would probably never change, shoulders still a hair too broad for his frame but it wouldn\'t be long now. His chest sported a surprisingly thick swath of dark blond that John would have been jealous of at his age, with an enticing treasure trail that ran down a flat firm stomach to a mass of thick blond curls around the base of a slowly hardening cock.

He smiled bemused at that; blond…kid would probably look better natural than trying to kill off all his hair with dye. Not that his thoughts on the matter would carry any weight, so he worried about other things. Such at the urge to lick along the trail of hair down Trevor\'s stomach; he gave in to it since there was no reason to hold back. Gripping a bony hip in each hand, holding the boy still, he let his tongue tip slowly navigate its way down the boy\'s stomach. John could feel the muscles ripple under his touch and the kid gasped. Two hands slid into his hair, carding through the once-stiff spikes.

He\'d had gel in it this morning, the spikes a holdover from his punk days, but it had been raining. He hadn\'t felt worthy to come in from the downpour when he\'d told Mrs. Allen. So most of it had been washed away while he stood fidgeting on her porch, watching her kind face crumble in pain.

With a groan he leaned back on the couch and pulled Trevor down on top of him, hoping a lapful of smooth silken skin and heat would wipe away the memory. A rough eager mouth latched on to his, and they just kissed. Long soul damaging kisses, some were sweet and gentle, some hard and almost painful with a liberal application of teeth, fighting for dominance in the meeting of their lips and tongue.

Slim hands plucked at his clothes, shakily fumbling buttons through holes that seemed too small for them in the heat of the moment. John ignored all of it, pulling naked hips down to give him something to rub himself against, even if it was through his slacks. It felt good, damn good, and it was going to get even better.

He slid his hands down a smooth back to grip the kid\'s ass, squeezing and kneading the cheeks. Trevor pushed back against his hands, whimpering into to the kiss, obviously wanting it, wanting _him_. As soon as the buttons of his shirt gave up the fight, the kid latched on to his nipples. Pinching hard then circling them with his thumbs, hard wet cock bumping and rubbing against John\'s now bare stomach, leaving a line of slick wetness on the older man\'s skin. It felt so fucking good that he groaned.

Breaking the kiss, he let his head fall back even as he kept the presence of mind to fumble with one hand for the lotion he kept half buried in the couch for jerking off. Trying not to get distracted by the wicked hands that roamed his body freely as the kid nibbled and licked down his throat, John flicked open the lotion and blindly squirted it over his fingers.

Trevor gasped and moaned deep in his throat, a rosy blush creeping over his pale cheeks, when John slid a finger inside of him, hunting down his sweet spot. Then the boy was writhing in his lap, rocking back on his hand then forward to rub against his stomach. There was something incredibly sensual about the abandon with which Trevor threw himself into his own pleasure. No reservations. None of the subdued moans and hesitant movement he was used to in his lovers.

Caught up in watching, he wrapped his hand around the wet velvet cock rubbing against him, stroking rough and perfect, eyes fixed on the young face contorting with pleasure above him. It didn\'t last long, but it was possibly the hottest thing he had ever witnessed. The way the boy\'s tousled black hair fell in eyes shut tight, lips caught between even teeth until they were redder and alluring, blush spreading down his neck to his shoulders. And when he came, he groaned like he was going to die, back arching in a taunt bow as he gasped his release to the ceiling, spilling over John\'s hand and both their stomachs.

Then Trevor slumped forward, panting against his neck, an utterly relaxed deadweight on top of him. It would have annoyed John except for the fact that the position allowed him to keep playing with that fine ass, getting the kid ready to take him. He mouthed along one smooth shoulder and muttered against a delicate ear, \"You fall asleep on me Kid and I\'ll kill you.\"

A snort of laughter and Trevor started rocking back on his fingers, sitting up enough to reach his mouth, kissing him hard and brief, \"Hurry up and fuck me then, so I can pass out.\" The callous words were accompanied by a rakish grin that just begged to be kissed away. So John did, kissing him long and hard, even as he wrapped one arm tight around the slim waist and picked the brat up off the couch to carry him to bed.

***

Trevor groaned softly into the mouth devouring his own, feeling sleepy and sated and thrilled that this man wanted him. If he pretended really hard he could imagine it was more than just a quick fix Friday night fling. He wasn\'t stupid enough to really believe it, but he liked to imagine the arms holding him tight as he was carried were caring, that the hard cock pressing against his stomach through the slacks was only for him, that the body dropping down on top of his on the bed spent every night wrapped around him.

He thought as he fumbled at the tenacious button on John\'s slacks without breaking away from that hard-soft mouth, that\'d he\'d write a poem about this when he got home. Something bittersweet and straightforward, nothing flowery; he doubted John would like his moment of need immortalized by something extravagant.

Then he was broken from his musing when John pulled away to wrestle his clothes off, giving Trevor a moment to really study him in the dim bedroom light. The older man wasn\'t exactly gorgeous, but he had a rough sort of desirability. He was short and stocky, light on his feet and probably pretty fast too. And he moved with a grace that made Trevor jealous because he still had attacks of butterfingers, not quite used to his body yet.

John had a full head of ginger hair, which in the dim lighting showed enough gold not to be an obnoxious color. A strong face, thin lipped, angular with surprisingly expressive ice blue eyes that were staring at him with a determined sort of hunger. He had the feeling if he tried to back down now, he\'d just get rolled on his stomach and fucked anyway. It made him feel good, and it might have been sick, but he liked the idea of someone wanting him enough to jump him like that.

John was hairy; that was the next thing that caught his eye, the thick mat of auburn fur covering a broad, powerful chest. And he was pale, the natural skin tone for a redhead. Here and there he could see scars, some white and fading, others an angry red that looked recent, smattered along the length of the older man\'s body.

And, surprisingly enough, he was all muscle; it had been well hidden beneath his clothes, which had hung on him, unflattering and too loose. Somehow Trevor didn\'t think it was the gym workout sort of muscle, but the kind that came from real work. Lifting stuff. It gave him a delicious look, toned and tight without any of the overdone muscles that came out of the gym. Tight stomach but not six-pack abs, powerful biceps but not bulging ridiculously, hard thighs but no popping veins, it was a good look.

And to top it all off, he had a cock that Trevor knew he was going to fall in love with. Long just the way he liked them, with enough thickness that you really felt it going in. And it was hard and wet and all his. For tonight.

Trevor smiled slowly and rolled to his stomach, rising to his hands and knees to present his ass, shooting John a sexy grin over his shoulder. All he got in response was a wordless growl as John turned and yanked open the top dresser drawer.

Confused, Trevor stared at his back, appreciating the view of his firm ass even while he was trying to figure out what he could be hunting for. He had snagged the lotion John had used before they left the living room, so they had lube…really, John just needed to shove it in and they were good.

After a few seconds of hunting, John turned and came back to kneel on the bed, ripping open a square of foil with his teeth in a well-practiced move. A condom. Trevor could feel a hot blush rolling over his skin. He had forgotten a fucking condom. Shit. What was wrong with him? He hadn\'t even remembered to bring one with him to the club like he usually did, and if John hadn\'t have thought of it, he would have let him….

He watched as his lover rolled it down over his hard length with a hiss and that was hot enough to make him forget about berating himself. Yeah, he could have caught something if he\'d went to the back room with any of the guys from the club, because it was almost a guarantee they wouldn\'t have thought about it, but luckily he had gone home with Mr. Responsible instead, so he didn\'t have to worry.

Especially when one of John\'s hands gripped his hip and his lover started to slide into him slow and he knew it had to be hellish considering how long John had been waiting. It made his teeth ache it was so good, but too slow. Way too slow. He thrust back against the cock working its way into him and groaned as John slid inside him all at once.

The older man\'s weight dropped onto his back with a strangled noise, his hot breath striking Trevor\'s neck in humid puffs. \"Don\'t move, Kid.\"

Trevor shivered and reached back with one hand to touch John\'s hip, stroking gently for as long as he could stand. \"C\'mon, Old Man. Move already.\"

John grunted in his ear and complied, short hard thrusts that he thought were meant to punish him for the “Old Man” comment, but each one hit that perfect place deep inside, making him moan and grow hard again. One calloused hand reached under him before he could bother to move and took his hardening cock in hand, stroking in time with John\'s thrusts. Trevor\'s hands knotted in the bedcovers, not knowing which way he\'d rather move, forward into that flawless grip or back into the cock sawing in and out of him.

It was good, perfect, delicious, _intimate_ in a way he had rarely, if ever, experienced, because he knew something about this man. Not much granted, but enough to make this more personal. Enough to make it real to him in a way these encounters never had been before. On top of that, there was no pain; they were alone, no one sharing the room with them like he\'d had to deal with at the club. They were in a dimly lit bedroom filled with the sounds of their moans and the wet slap of skin on skin.

The privacy and the company was enough to allow him to completely break free from his inhibitions, reaching back with one shaky hand to claw at John\'s hip, urging him faster, harder, as they both raced closer to the end. A nonstop stream of babble was falling from his lips but he couldn\'t be bothered to pay any attention to what he was saying, he was too busy concentrating on the approaching storm of his release.

John was grunting in his ear with every thrust, moving hard enough to make the bed squeak a protest as it rocked against the wall in a steady rhythm. Then it hit and he was screaming and clawing the bed as he came, loud and nasty and altogether wonderful. His arms collapsed under him, and he slid down, cheek resting on the worn covers as John held his ass still. It wasn\'t long before his lover joined him, groaning a quiet feverish \"god\" before Trevor felt the steady rhythm of John\'s hips go wild and seconds later John\'s heavy body collapsed to blanket his own, gasping breaths puffing against his shoulder.

And he was surprised at the content satisfaction that enveloped him despite the uncomfortable feeling of his own come drying on his stomach. This was what he had been trying to find at the club and never quite got. He let his eyes fall closed as John slid off of him and drifted somewhere between asleep and awake.

***
John rolled off the boy, who was already half asleep on his bed, with a disgusted grumble. There was no way he was going to sleep like this, feeling sticky from the day and the sex. He was tired but not too tired to stumble to the bathroom for a quick shower, and with a rare show of courtesy to his bedmate he brought back a damp washcloth with him to wipe the kid clean. The used cloth went on the floor before he gave Trevor a rough shake.

A sliver of brown gleamed at him from one eye. \"Wha’?\"

With a snort of tired amusement John shook him again. \"Get under the sheets, I\'m not sleeping on this blanket.\"

A sleepy grumble was his only response for a second, but before he could decide between shaking the kid again, or kicking him out of the bedroom altogether to sleep on the couch, Trevor slowly got up and wormed his way under the sheets. John flipped the blanket off the bed then slipped in beside Trevor.

Lying there for a moment, he felt…unaccountably alone. He didn\'t like it, but he was resigned to feeling it, like he had every night since his divorce. Denise had been a bitch to live with, but one thing she had done was get him used to sleeping tangled up in another\'s warmth. It was hard to change back to his old solitary sleeping habits, so with a sigh he reached over and wrapped his arm around the kid\'s waist and physically dragged him up against his chest.

Trevor tried to pull away but he just held him in place until the boy looked back at him with a quizzical pissed expression, \"What the fuck?\"

\"We\'re cuddling.\" His voice brooked no argument and he gave the brat his best \'do it or die\' glare.

For a moment he thought he\'d have to fight him on this but then the lean body pressed against his own relaxed and the frown on the boy\'s face turned to a wry tired grin, and the glint in his eyes showed he was amused, \"You sound like a drill sergeant,\" His voice went deeper trying to match John\'s own gruff growl, \"Cuddle or drop and give me fifty.\"

Then Trevor was laughing softly to himself, white flash of teeth in the dim room. It was infectious, but John resisted laughing as well and only smiled, wrapping his arms tighter around the firm chest. \"Go to sleep already Kid.\"

Trevor turned a bit in his arms getting comfortable, murmuring, \"Yes, Drill Sergeant.\" John squeezed him tight enough to make him gasp, warning him against continuing the jokes, then he buried his nose in the black hair in front of his face and let himself drift to sleep. He hoped he wouldn\'t dream tonight.