Royal Indiscretion, chapter 35 (Patreon)

Doug looked around the hotel room, not sure what he should be doing with his hands. He tried crossing his arms, but that felt awkward. So then he let them hang at his sides, and that felt even more awkward. Doug liked to think he had good game in the bedroom, but apparently his lack of experience with men meant he had been demoted to potential dork.

“Well,” Yves said. Clearly he wasn't doing any better finding a comfortable groove. He stood near the door and looked around as if the secret to life could be found in the obnoxious wallpaper pattern.

“Yeah, well.” Doug stopped. Fuck. He liked Yves, respected him, thought he was physically stunning. All the lights were green, but Doug could not get his shit together.

Yves crossed the room and rested his hand on Doug's bare forearm. The body heat felt feverish hot on Doug's skin. Doug smiled, and some of the knots in his stomach eased. 

“We can't do much without supplies,” Yves said in a regretful tone.

That explicit admission that Yves wanted sex kickstarted something in Doug’s brain. He caught Yves’s hand in his. “I actually bought supplies when I told Caro to go ahead with the planned rumors. They’re in the side table.”

“So, you assumed I would be easy?” Yves did know how to arch an eyebrow. It was sexy.

“I hoped you were interested. I don't think you’re easy at all.” He gave Yves’s hand a squeeze.

Instead of responding with something equally light-hearted, Yves’s expression darkened. “Sometimes I worry that you don't know me well.”

Doug rested his hand against Yves's cheek. “Sometimes I worry that you don't know yourself.” Doug pressed their bodies together. For a second, Yves didn’t move. They stood. Motionless. Doug’s hand resting against Yves’s pale cheek. Then slowly Yves slid his arms around Doug’s waist and Yves's long fingers flirted with the waistband of his jeans. It tickled, but Doug did not laugh.

“I like the way I look through your eyes,” Yves said.

“Then keep looking there.” Doug leaned down and pressed his lips against Yves. He had very little experience with men, but he knew what felt good. He curled his arm around the small of Yves’s back and undulated against him. He can feel Yves’s cock harden as he gets into a rhythm. 

Yves groaned and slid his hand inside Doug's jeans, inside his briefs. Doug gasped when Yves caught his cock in a firm grip.

“I definitely like that,” Doug said. Even though he was trying to project confidence and power, his voice came out breathless.

“You are impressively endowed.” Yves tightened his hold. 

“And you are very good for my ego.” Doug couldn't believe he was already hard, his balls tight with need. Usually he was the king of foreplay, but today he was not going to last long. He wanted to return the favor and drive Yves crazy. He shifted his hand around to the back of Yves’s neck and then tenderly pressed his lips against Yves’s. Yves’s bucked his hips forward, and Doug tightened his hand around Yves’s neck and their kiss turned bruising. Hungry. Hard. Yves arched his back, breaking the connection before he whispered a foreign word that sounded a lot like a curse or possibly a plea.

“So, you got supplies?” Yves asked. Now he was breathless.

“I did.” Doug stepped back before he started humping Yves’s hand. “They’re in the drawer.” He gestured to the bedside table. Yves swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing before he headed that way. Doug had gotten a couple of different types of lube and several condoms, and Yves stared into the open drawer for a moment before giving Doug an amused look.

“You're quite the optimist, aren't you?” Yves asked.

“I don't do anything by halves,” Doug said. His cheeks ached from smiling like a loon, but he couldn’t stop.

“That sounds suspiciously like an obsession. But then I should've known you would be like that. After all, from what I have read, a man does not become a quarterback in the NFL without a fair amount of obsessive practice.”

“True.”

Yves slowly smiled. “I rather like the thought of being the center of your obsessive practice.”

“I’m here to serve.” Doug closed the distance between them. “You are wearing too many clothes.”

“Am I?” Yves feigned surprise. “I would not want to violate any hotel dress codes.” He started to unbutton his shirt, but Doug got to the second button before Yves could. He slowly unbuttoned the shirt, watching Yves as his eyes darkened with lust. 

“Is there anything you don’t like?”

“Many things. Racists. Neonazis. My father.”

The irreverence startled Doug into laughter. After a second, Yves gave a far more reserved chuckle. “Do sober adults actually discuss sexual preferences before sex?”

“Generally, yes,” Doug said. “At least I do.”

“Then I will say I am not a fan of bondage.”

“Not a problem,” Doug said. 

“I feel like such a responsible adult.” Yves rested his hands on Doug’s shoulders as Doug continued undressing him. “What is the phrase? Adultsing?”

“Adulting, and you are doing it fabulously,” Doug said. He pushed Yves shirt back off his shoulders and then ran his hands over his chest. Yves was slender compared to the men Doug was used to seeing, but he had a wiry strength in his body that Doug hadn’t expected. Doug felt the firm muscles of his shoulders before he ran his fingertips over Yves’s nipples.

Yves shivered.

“Cold?” Doug asked. Without waiting for an answer, he took Yves in his arms and kissed his neck. Then he dotted kisses all along the top of Yves’s shoulder. Damn. Yves smelled so good—like fresh grass or the air on that estate of his.

“You now appear overdressed,” Yves whispered. He kissed Doug’s pulse point before sucking on his ear, and Doug gasped for air as his cock hardened. Taking advantage of Doug’s distraction, Yves slipped his hand inside Doug’s pants, and Doug involuntarily thrust forward.

Doug grabbed Yves’s wrist. “This is going to be over too quick if you keep that up.”

“Then we would have to start round two,” Yves said without apology. Yves peeled Doug’s shirt off before running his hands over Doug’s shoulders. “You are so beautifully strong.”

Goose bumps rose up and down Doug’s arms, and Yves smiled slyly as he ran his hands over Doug’s arms. “You drive me crazy,” Doug confessed. He’d never wanted anyone the way he did Yves.

“Crazy? Crazy good?” Yves asked with a touch of concern.

Doug cupped Yves’s cheek. “Very good.” He kissed Yves, using the distraction to undo the button on Yves’s pants. Yves shivered, and Doug dotted kisses along Yves’s shoulder and neck. Yves gasped.

Doug ran his thumb over the tip of Yves’s cock before curling his hand around around the shaft. Yves grabbed Doug’s shoulder and thrust into Doug’s grip. “Oh dear,” he whispered in a strained voice. “I think we’re both overdressed for this moment.”

Doug grinned. He loved the formality of the words and the desperate breathlessness of the tone. “You’re probably right.” Doug shoved at Yves’s pants and they slithered to the ground. While Yves hurried out of his shoes, Doug got rid of his own pants and shoes. And then they were both naked. Hard. Alone in a room with a bed, and Doug had another flash of indecision. Then Yves stepped closer, and Doug pulled Yves close and devoured his mouth in a demanding kiss. Then Yves grabbed Doug’s ass, squeezing it. Unable to control himself, Doug humped Yves. Their hard cocks bumped against each other. The awkwardness took the edge off the need, and Doug chuckled at his own ineptitude. He prided himself on his physicality and his control, but right now he felt like an awkward colt.

Yves took a step back, swallowing so much that his Adam’s apple bobbed almost comically fast and his hands fluttered before he crossed his arms. Doug felt like humming the tune of “Like a Virgin” because that’s how they were acting. Both of them.

“One step at a time,” Doug said. His voice came out husky and rough.

Yves laughed. “I’m not normally this inept, but then I’m normally too stoned to care about my partner, and I am very invested in making sure you enjoy this.”

“I am enjoying it.” Doug caught Yves’s hand in his and pulled him close. “We both need to relax. But I’ll admit that it’s different when emotions are involved. I feel like I’m not giving you my best here.”

“It’s the best I’ve had, and if we need to practice to improve our game, I would be willing to do that.” Deep smile lines appeared at the corners of Yves’s eyes.

“I would sign up for that program,” Doug said. He pulled Yves close and ran his hands down his back. He kissed Yves’s neck, tasting the sweat and the grassy musk that was uniquely Yves. No one else smelled like him, and the scent made Doug harder. Everything about Yves made him harder—the wicked smiles, his lithe body, his scent, his inner strength. 

Yves moaned and grabbed Doug’s ass, kneading it. To retaliate, Doug caught Yves’s nipple and gave it a tug.

A foreign curse slipped out of Yves.

“Good?” Doug asked.

Yves whispered, “Oh my, yes. Again.”

Doug repeated the tug on Yves’s other nipple, and Yves clutched Doug’s shoulders as if he might fall down. Doug smiled at Yves and lifted him. He was a lot heavier than Doug had expected, but Doug was a lot stronger than most men. He lifted Yves and dropped him on the edge of the bed.

“That is sexy,” Yves said. Doug stepped closer, straddling Yves’s knees. Yves glanced down at Doug’s cock before doing a double take. “You’re circumcised!”

That derailed the very sexy pounce Doug had been about to deploy. “Well, yeah.”

Yves ran his long fingers over the length of Doug’s shaft and down to the head. “I had read that Americans favored the practice, but I’ve never actually seen one.”

“It’s not a unicorn,” Doug said dryly. 

Yves smiled. “No. I suspect a unicorn would have very little interest in me, but this... this appears interested.” Yves curled his hand around Doug’s cock.

“Very interested,” Doug agreed. He grabbed Yves by the waist and lifted him farther up the bed before pouncing onto the bed so he was over Yves, his knees straddling him.

Yves smiled up. Since Yves liked his nipples played with, Doug leaned down and sucked one. He flicked the end with his tongue, and Yves arched his back and cried out. Not wanting the other nipple to feel abandoned, Doug tugged on it before he switched sides. Yves was writhing now, his heels coming up to hook around the back of Doug’s thighs. Doug had to pause before he came all over Yves’s stomach.

Doug let his weight rest on Yves’s cock, and Yves tried to thrust up into the air with a wordless cry. Doug pinned Yves down and kissed the side of Yves’ neck.

“You are killing me,” Yves complained, but then Doug brushed his lips across the line where Yves’s shoulder met his neck, and Yves shivered and his words vanished under heavy gasps. Doug kissed down Yves’s shoulder before answering.

“Dying would be bad.”

“Yes. Quite rude.” Yves pulled Doug down for a bruising kiss. The blood rushed to Doug’s cock. And Yves devoured his mouth until Doug felt kiss drunk. Doug needed to take control before he embarrassed himself. He scooted to the side and pulled on Yves’s arm. “Up and over.”

“Oh?” Yves gave a devilish smile before cooperating with Doug who urged him over onto his stomach. Doug was humbled by the easy trust Yves offered him. As many people as had betrayed Yves, he had every reason to distrust the entire universe, yet he settled onto his arms and gave Doug free rein. He arched his back to put his ass up in the air, and the muscles corded under his skin. Doug ran his hands over that beautiful expanse of skin before grabbing the supplies off the bedside table.

Doug lubed a finger and started to stretch Yves. He wanted slow and sensual and beautiful—something perfect enough that Yves would come back to his bed again and again. He had just added a second finger when Yves started panting.

“I can’t... you need to...” He gasped loudly. “Fuck me. Please. I can’t wait.” 

Doug’s balls drew up and he leaned his forehead against Yves’s shoulder and struggled to pull together the threads of his self control. He was fever hot, but he focused on Yves. He rolled a condom over his hard length and then pressed against Yves’s hold. Yves groaned into the pillow and curled his hands into fists. Before Doug could ease into Yves, Yves impaled himself on Doug’s length, slapping their bodies together.

Yves gasped out foreign words, and Doug took the general tone as an invitation. He pulled back and then thrust into Yves over and over, pushing Yves up the bed until Yves had to brace himself against the headboard.

“Please. Oh yes.”

The sound of Yves need forced Doug to stop and breathe before he came too soon.

“If you stop, I shall come back there and murder you in horrible ways,” Yves threatened.

“Don’t distract me or I’m going to come too soon,” Doug warned.

Yves groaned and hid his face in his arms. Doug caught Yves by the hips and set a brutal pace. Yves rocked back into him, their bodies slapping and sweat gathering. Doug’s hand slipped because Yves’s hip had grown slick with it. Doug’s brain whited out as he came with a shout. He wrapped one arm around Yves’s waist and caught Yves’s cock with his other hand. 

Within seconds, Yves came with a shout of his own. Doug collapsed, half on and half beside Yves. Yves turned his head to study Doug. Up until this moment, Doug hadn’t realized that Yves was a human furnace. Heat poured off him. Post-sex, Doug felt chilled, and he pulled Yves closer.

Yves rested his head on Doug’s arm and hummed into the skin of his inner arm. The vibrations sent aftershocks of pleasure through Doug’s body. “You drive me wild,” Doug confessed. He’d never felt so driven, so absolutely out of control.

“I assume that has a positive connotation.” Yves scooted closer and shifted around until he was on his side.

“Yep,” Doug agreed.

Yves traced spirals on Doug’s chest. “I am afraid.”

Doug’s gut tightened. “Afraid? Why?”

Yves looked him in the eye. “Because I am feeling love. That is an emotion that has not treated me well in the past.”

Doug pulled Yves close enough to touch forehead to forehead. “I love you, too,” he whispered. Some rich vein of emotion nearly overwhelmed him and for a second he thought he might cry. Instead he closed his eyes and held Yves tightly.