Captain silver fox, p.2
Captain Silver Fox, page 2
“Oh, okay. I’ll do that then.”
“You may also want to consider getting a defibrillator,” Bentley said.
“We had one on the wall near the bathrooms, but it kept getting stolen,” Pollock said, and the frustration was easy to spot.
“So keep it under the bar,” Bentley said. “And put up signs everywhere that’s where it’s located so people know who to ask. You never leave the bar unattended, so there should always be someone there to get it when necessary.”
Fox sent him an approving look. That was smart thinking.
“That sounds like it might be the solution,” Pollock said, and his tone was sincere. “Anyway, can I offer you anything to drink? On the house, of course.”
Fox and Bentley looked at each other, and then both smiled. “We were about to head out,” Bentley said. “But thank you for the offer.”
Pollock nodded, then reached into his pocket and took out two business cards. “If you’re ever in my bar again, give this to the bartender, and all your drinks that evening will be on me.”
“Thank you,” Fox said. “That’s a nice gesture.”
As soon as Pollock had left, Bentley turned toward Fox. “Your place or mine? My apartment is about fifteen minutes from here.”
Bentley lived in West Palm Beach, then. That made that lifeguard job even more plausible. “My hotel is five minutes away.”
“Your hotel then,” Bentley decided.
Fox loved that he took charge despite the considerable age gap between them. Most of the times, younger guys automatically deferred to him, and while he certainly didn’t mind leading, he could appreciate it when he didn’t have to in his personal life.
He reached for Bentley’s hand and laced their fingers together, the electric contact sending a little thrill through him. “Let’s go.”
2
Hookups were never this relaxed. Bentley, whose real name was Brantley, never had trouble scoring—especially in that club—but they were mostly quick bathroom encounters or the occasional guy he trusted enough to bring home. But when that happened, it was always a bit clumsy and awkward, with the ever-present tension of being with someone you didn’t know. It was one of the reasons why he used his nickname Bentley and not his real first name.
With Silver, it was different. It was easy with him, as casual as if they’d known each other for years. They sat in an Uber now, their hands linked again like a real-life couple. Silver did this slow caress with his thumb every now and then that had Brantley’s stomach dance.
How could he feel so close to a man he’d met not even an hour ago? Maybe it was because of the experience they had shared? Something intense like that tended to bring people together. Then again, relationships built under pressure never lasted.
Brantley smiled as he thought of that quote from Speed, one of his favorite movies—one he must’ve watched over twenty times while on board. He’d started watching it because his cabinmate at the time had an affinity for old school action movies, and so Brantley had made his way through all the eighties and nineties classics. But he’d loved Speed, and not just because Keanu Reeves had been hot as fuck in that one.
“What are you thinking about?” Silver asked. “You have this mischievous smile right now.”
“How relationships formed under pressure never last,” Brantley said, curious to see how Silver would react.
Silver chuckled. “If this car is about to blow up, I’d prefer to be cast in a different movie. Not sure I have the energy for another round of high-adrenaline adventure tonight. I’d much rather save that for other activities.”
Why did everything this man said sound so fucking hot? It wasn’t just the slightest trace of an accent Brantley couldn’t place. Something European, but not German. He’d met enough people from all over the world to become adept at placing accents, but this one was too faint.
Well, everything about the guy was hot. Brantley was not particular about his bed partners as long as they were of legal age and understood the terms of a one-night stand, but damn, he had a weakness for older guys.
He estimated Silver—and there was a fitting nickname the man had chosen—at early forties, which would make him at least fifteen years older than Brantley’s twenty-seven. The man was in perfect shape, though, his body toned but not bulky, and with enough of a tan that he couldn’t have a job where he was inside all day. His dark hair had silver highlights, especially around his temples, and Brantley loved the crow lines around his dark blue eyes.
What attracted Brantley most was Silver’s quiet confidence. This was a man who was used to being seen and heard, but who saw others as well. He had serious flirting game, and he read signals well.
“What other activities were you considering?” he asked, happy to play along.
“Obviously I have to verify the veracity of your statement about your talented mouth…”
“Naturally.”
“And since you claimed your hands were skilled as well, I’ll need to test those too.”
Brantley grinned. “Of course. I can appreciate a man who is thorough.”
Silver brought their joined hands to his mouth and kissed Brantley’s fingers, an oddly intimate gesture. “Then you’ll have nothing to fear from me. I’m nothing if not detail-oriented.”
The Uber came to a stop. “We’re here,” the driver announced.
“Thank you,” Brantley and Silver said at the same time.
As soon as they were outside, Brantley reached for Silver’s hand, earning him a sexy smile from the older man. They didn’t say a word as they made their way up the elevator and into Silver’s room—which turned out to be a minisuite. Those didn’t come cheap, so the man must have some money to spend.
Silver locked the door behind him, flipping the bolt as well. He unbuttoned the fitted white shirt he’d been wearing, revealing the salt-and-pepper fur on his chest. Yummy. Brantley loved the sensation of chest hair against his smooth skin. He liked to keep his own chest bare, opting to shave the few hairs that kept popping up there.
“I’d like to take a shower first, if you don’t mind,” Silver said. “It got a little sweaty and I’d feel better knowing I don’t smell.”
“Mind if I shower with you?” Brantley asked.
“Not at all. In fact, that would be a huge improvement on what would otherwise be a rather lonely experience.”
“You’re such a smooth talker.”
“Is it working?”
Brantley grinned. “Yes.”
They undressed at a leisurely pace with none of the frantic energy hookups usually had. It was like they had a mutual understanding they’d be spending the night together rather than engaging in a quick meetup.
Silver’s eyes grew darker when Brantley took off his jeans, leaving him in a pair of tight, bright blue boxer briefs.
“God, you’re gorgeous.” Silver’s voice dropped lower. “Turn around for me?”
Brantley did as he asked, looking over his shoulder as he did. He pulled his underwear down a little lower, revealing his crack. Silver made a low, guttural sound. “I need to get intimately acquainted with your ass. That’s a work of art.”
Brantley pulled his underwear down all the way now, then deliberately bent over deep to take it off his feet. He spread his legs just wide enough to give Silver a good view. When he turned around, the man’s cock had risen to fully erect. As if that was not enough of an indication how much he appreciated the view, he licked his lips and let out a soft sigh.
“Any chance of me intimately exploring your ass as well?” Brantley asked.
This was always the not-so-easy-to-navigate apart of hookups: figuring out who would top. Sometimes, it was crystal clear, but he was getting mixed signals here. He loved bottoming, no doubt about it, but with a man like Silver, he’d be delighted to get a chance to reverse the roles as well.
“I’m counting on it,” Silver said without even a trace of hesitation, and Brantley’s heart did a little jump. God, he loved it when he could be on equal terms with a sexual partner like that.
Brantley followed him into the sizable bathroom, which had a walk-in shower big enough to host an orgy. He eyed the built-in ledge meant to sit on. It was the perfect height to put a foot on if they wanted to engage in the exploring-asses part of the program.
Silver turned on the water, then faced Brantley. He followed Brantley’s gaze, a crooked smile playing on his lips. “That ledge is super handy.”
“I was thinking the same thing. You’ve tested this theory, I assume?”
“Multiple times. I always stay here when I’m in town.”
He did come here regularly, then. Brantley tried to not be too curious about Silver. The man clearly valued his privacy, as did Brantley himself. He’d checked for wedding rings or the evidence of Silver usually wearing one, but his hands were tanned all over, without white lines.
“It’s warm,” Silver said, stepping under the water.
Brantley took his time to admire the way the water cascaded down the man’s body, his eyes following the trails of water down his sculpted chest, his flat stomach, and of course, the mouth-watering happy trail leading to his still rigid cock jutting out from the nest of dark hairs. He was uncut, something Brantley loved because it wasn’t that common. Oh, the fun they could have with that…
It was like a porn scene playing out, one from the channel with mature guys he followed religiously—though maybe religiously was the wrong word to use in connotation with porn.
“Are you stepping in or are you going to keep watching?” Silver asked.
Brantley forced himself to look up and meet the man’s eyes. “Sorry, just needed a moment to indulge myself.”
Silver’s shoulders straightened a little, and the look on his face said the praise meant something to him. It shouldn’t matter in a hookup, making someone else feel good about themselves, and yet Brantley had the strange urge to give that reassurance to Silver.
“Yeah?” Silver asked.
“Yeah. You’re exactly my type, you know.”
A hand reached for his wrist and yanked him into the shower. He barely had time to react to the water hitting him before Silver claimed his mouth in a scorching hot kiss. Brantley sunk into the kiss, the water raining down on both of them as their mouths fused together.
Silver gently bit Brantley’s lower lip, then soothed it with his tongue, sending a wave of pleasure through Brantley. He retaliated by finding the man’s nipple and twisting it, which caused him to let out a deep moan into his mouth. Ah, he liked that, didn’t he?
He walked Silver backward until he had his back against the tiles, pressing their slick cocks together while his hands were busy playing with his nipples. The constant stream of sounds Silver made showed his appreciation. Brantley caught every one of them, sucking on Silver’s tongue, then licking into his mouth.
After minutes of kissing, they were both panting hard, rutting against each other. With effort, Brantley stepped back. He had to, or the first round would be over all too soon. And while he was confident he had two rounds in him, he wasn’t sure about a third, and he wasn’t about to waste his energy on rutting alone. He craved more than that, and he was pretty sure Silver did, too.
Silver grabbed a bottle of body wash and squirted some on his hand. Much to Brantley’s surprise, he didn’t use it on his own body, but on Brantley’s, smoothing his hands down Brantley’s chest and working it into a soapy lather. They were both breaking all the unspoken rules of a hookup, and yet it felt normal. Intimate and special, yet at the same time familiar.
He stepped out of the water spray and allowed Silver to wash him with his hands. The man’s eyes were hot and heavy as he stroked Brantley’s chest, then slowly moved down his stomach, thighs, and legs. His cock and balls came last. Just when Brantley thought Silver would skip those, he confidently reached for them, lifting his balls one by one and caressing him with soapy hands.
That slim hand wrapped around his cock, teasingly sliding downward from his base to his tip. God, it felt good to have a man touch him like that, with the intimate caress of a lover rather than a one-night stand. It had been too long since someone had cared for him like that, and even though that was by choice, he’d missed it.
“Turn around for me,” Silver said for the second time that night, and Brantley obeyed just as easily as he’d done the first time.
“Mmm,” Silver said with an appreciative hum. “So fucking gorgeous.”
His hands slid down Brantley’s back, then cupped his ass. Brantley wasn’t even surprised when soapy fingers trailed his crack as if they belonged there. Silver’s middle finger pushed and Brantley let him in, sighing with pleasure as that finger slipped inside him with easy familiarity. He spread his legs wider and canted his hips.
“Beautiful,” Silver said, his tone husky.
He pumped his finger in deep, brushing Brantley’s prostate, and Brantley tilted his head back as his spine tingled. “Mmm.”
“Feel good?”
“Perfect. Add one?”
Silver pulled out and pumped some conditioner onto his fingers. Brantley put his hands against the wall and pushed his ass back. He had no qualms to ask for what he wanted, not when Silver seemed more than happy to give it to him.
Two fingers pushed and he took them, closing his eyes at the familiar burn that quickly subsided. “So eager,” Silver said. “Swallowing my fingers.”
“You have long fingers.” Brantley wasn’t even sure why he said it, but they reached so perfectly deep inside him. Not as good as the man’s cock would, but damn, this was beyond nice.
Silver chuckled. “Big feet, long fingers…”
Brantley joined in the chuckle. “And a nice long dick as well. I see where you’re going with this.”
“Complaints?”
“None.” Silver stroked him with his fingers, slow, deep moves that worked him open, and a deep moan fell from Brantley’s lips. “None at all. In fact, I love your dick. I’ll love it even more when it’s in my ass.”
“That’s the plan. Do we need condoms?” Silver asked.
“I’m negative and on PreP,” Brantley said. “I have my latest test results on my phone if you need to see them.”
“Same, and I don’t. Not right now when I’m fingers deep inside you and about to lose the battle I’ve been waging in my head.”
Brantley pushed his ass farther back. “What battle?”
“Whether I can wait with fucking you until we’re in bed.”
Brantley looked over his shoulder, his stomach doing a funny roll when he saw the intense look in Silver’s eyes. “Why the fuck would you wait?”
Fox had scored many hookups over the years, with both men and women, but none had been like this. Not this easy, this effortless, while at the same time this hot. He’d never had the urge to go slow before, but he did now. It was this strange craving to explore Bentley rather than go for a wham-bam fuck.
It was why he’d been battling with himself for the last minutes. God, seeing Bentley respond to him like that, that perfect ass wide open in invitation, it had taken everything not to slam into him right then and there. But he didn’t want it to be over that soon. He wanted more than a quick romp, but what did Bentley want?
“One round won’t be enough,” he said, his voice rough. “I need more of you.”
It was a strangely personal statement, and he hoped Bentley wouldn’t take it the wrong way. But he turned his head back forward, put one foot on that handy ledge, and said, “I’m counting on it. Now, hurry the fuck up and get inside me.”
TRESemmé conditioner made for excellent lube in the shower, Fox had discovered over the years. The stuff was cheap, had no fragrance, and it didn’t irritate his dick or his ass. It was the perfect companion for a quick and dirty encounter, and he was about to prove that all over again. He pumped some more out and coated his cock, fisting himself a few times.
Bentley was ready for him, and Fox stepped in close behind him, guiding his cock until he bumped his hole. He sunk in easily, but he took it slow nonetheless. No matter how experienced men were or could seem, he never wanted to run the risk of accidentally hurting them. Even guys well used to bottoming could cramp up unexpectedly.
But Bentley didn’t, instead letting out soft sighs of encouragement as Fox buried his dick inside him. The shower’s hot beams pounded on his back and side as he slid in all the way. A satisfied groan tumbled from his lips, and he wrapped his right arm around Bentley’s neck, pulling his head backward so it leaned on his shoulder. Their bodies were completely aligned, soap residue making them slick and creating delicious friction.
“Fucking hell, yes,” Bentley said. “God, this is the perfect position. I feel you so deep inside me.”
Fox pulled out, then surged back in. “Mmm, I agree. I love how I can feel your whole body.”
He found a rhythm, a little careful at first, but when Bentley responded with appreciative groans, faster. Waves of pleasures built up in his balls, rolling out through his entire body like an endless ocean growing in intensity. His thrusts were long, deep, even. In a cadence as ancient as time, two bodies found each other, as hips snapped and swayed, bucked and pushed, gave and took. Zo goed. So good.
Sweat pearled on Fox’s forehead, and he leaned his head back for a second to wash it off. His ears buzzed with the force of the orgasm crescending inside him. Bentley’s hands against the tiles turned white, testament to the force it took to hold him up.
Fox dropped his left hand to Bentley’s dick—oh, the joys of being fully ambidextrous.
“No,” Bentley protested.
“No?”
“I wanna come hands-free. It’s the best. Just…keep going. You’re right there.”
Fox smiled as he put his hand back in its previous position, then snapped his hips and drove deep back inside Bentley. “Like this?”
“Mmmm, yes.”
Fox anchored himself on Bentley as he sped up, his angle perfect to surge deep inside that ass, which was so slick. So tight. So hot. He wanted to feel every inch of him as he fucked him, soak up every little moan and grunt, every muscle twitch. His breathing became shallow, short bursts of air forced between clenched teeth as his body inched closer and closer to the edge. It took effort now, his muscles tiring and heavy, his legs protesting the strenuous exercise.
