Ryan Cook shook his head and brought himself back to the present. He looked up to see a waiter staring at him, and Darren doing the same.
“I’m sorry. What?”
“Can I get anything else for you, sir?” the waiter asked again.
“Oh, no. I’m fine. Thank you.”
“Very well, then. Enjoy your dinner.” The waiter walked away leaving him and Darren alone in the middle of the crowded restaurant.
Ryan Cook reached across the table and grabbed the bottle of A1 Steak Sauce. He poured a generous amount onto his place before cutting into his T-bone. The room was quiet, filled only with the sound of forks and knives grinding against the old stone plates as they both focused more on their food than one another.
Darren Peterson sat across from him. His eyes were focused on his meal more than anything else around them, much less Ryan. He chewed his steak silently, not lifting his eyes from plate for a single moment.
From the moment they met up at the Dallas Chop House, neither of them had said much. Darren had remained engrossed in the Cowboys game streaming on his iPhone, while Ryan had preoccupied his time with counting the number of wine bottles on the back rack of the bar. After three attempts and getting three different figures, he’d given up the task just in time for the food to arrive.
Ryan eyed Darren speculatively from across the table while he also chewed his food in silence. A few times he’d considered breaking the deafening silence, but each time the idea came to mind, it quickly flew away right along with his courage.
Things had been different between them for the past month. Their once content, happy, and easy relationship was now fucked up beyond all recognition thanks to that one drunken and adventurous night they’d shared with a stranger in Las Vegas.
Ryan felt completely torn as a mixture of conflicting emotions plagued him while trying to decide which feeling was the stronger one. He still loved Darren. That wasn’t and never would be a question. They may have only been together for a year, but for Ryan it was the strongest and healthiest relationship he’d ever had. Or at least it had been.
He’d barely come down from the shock of getting promoted to the district manager of Southern Seafood and Chop Houses chain of restaurants when Darren had suggested an impromptu weekend celebration in Vegas. They’d been there once before and loved the vibe of the city and the constant fast-paced life that came with it. Going for a second time to celebrate had seemed like an awesome idea.
Since Darren was in charge of the Texas region for his company, Travel Rewards Vacation Promotions, he had been able to get them one of the Flamingo’s cosmopolitan suites at a fraction of the cost. Having that suite be an upgrade from the mini suite they’d stayed in months earlier sweetened the pie of their celebration trip.
They had flown to Las Vegas on the red-eye that night. Their fingers were laced together like two teenagers experiencing puppy love for the very first time. It had been all they could do to keep from devouring one another with their kisses during the nearly three-hour flight.
After they’d landed they took one of those taxi-cab limos always waiting outside McCarran International to the Flamingo. Then after what was supposed to be a quick romp to christen the room, they finally made their way down to the Tropical Breeze Café to replenish their protein and energy before heading out to the strip.
They hit all sorts of casinos and night clubs on their first night there. It wasn’t until the next night after they had gambled a little and drank a lot that they met Mike, a bartender at one of the clubs they hit.
After spending most of their night dancing and getting wild, they were becoming tired, in spite of their drunken state. So they had taken a seat at the bar, ordered themselves some hot wings, and for the first time that day had slowed down a little.
It was in that moment, Ryan knew, that he and Darren had made the mistake. Had they just gone back to their hotel or even sat at a small table against the wall, the events of later that night wouldn’t have been set in motion and their relationship wouldn’t be the clusterfuck it had now become.
As they sat on the plane to come home the next day, both Ryan and Darren had barely looked at one another, much less spoke more than a few words. The tension was thick and nearly suffocated him.
Ryan’s attraction for Darren hadn’t gone away. Nor had his love. He was crazy about the man. Darren had been and still was the best boyfriend and partner he’d ever had. He had dated a few men when he was younger that he’d thought he had loved, but none of them held a candle to Darren, or even came close to making Ryan feel the things that Darren did.
Their chemistry was incredible. Not to mention, all Darren had to do was walk in a room and flash his sexy-ass smile with that small dimple on the right side of his mouth before Ryan would be hard as stone and ready to fuck. Darren made his dick throb and leak like a horny teenager more than it ever did in his actual teenage days. There was something about Darren that went deeper than his unassuming good looks and charming personality that always had Ryan coming back for more.
Throughout the past year Ryan’s attraction and feelings for Darren grew into love. He’d never quite said it aloud to him. But, he had a feeling that Darren knew. Or at least he hoped that he did. Maybe he didn’t though. He wasn’t sure anymore.
Ryan stared at the delicious man standing before him. His cock throbbed with need and anticipation as Darren leered at him with longing. He could have and probably should have taken more time to take in the sight of Darren’s body, but his own body had different ideas in mind.
He leaned into Darren and crushed his lips against Darren’s. In a matter of seconds, they were taking what they each wanted, devouring one another with their tongues and mouths. He inhaled Darren’s scent, allowing it to seep into every part of his soul.
His cock grew thicker and unbelievably hard in mere seconds. Not that it was much of a surprise. Darren always turned him on as easily as a switch with his body and touch.
Ryan always felt like a wild animal whenever he was with Darren, but tonight was especially hot. For the past months he’d been falling for Darren, much deeper and harder than he had with anyone else.
He was falling in love with him. Each time they were together it got better and touched him deeper than the last. Even with their wildest times, Ryan could still feel the emotion growing inside of him. And now, all he could think of was raving his entire body.
He couldn’t help but groan at the combination of sweetness and seduction of Darren’s kiss. Another sound emanated from Darren, but Ryan quickly stole it, swallowing it up.
With searching hands, Ryan roamed Darren’s body and thrust his hips forward and ground their erections against one another.
Fuck, but he loved Darren’s cock. So many times, and especially then, Ryan ached for it. He wanted to be filled by it, touched by it, fucked by it.
His greed wasn’t as strong as Darren’s, apparently. Suddenly and without warning, Darren pulled away from the kiss and slid down to his knees, lavishing kisses on Ryan’s abdomen along the way.
“Oh, baby…” Ryan whispered.
Darren yanked the towel off of Ryan’s waist and inhaled deeply. The image Ryan looked down upon was one hell of an erotic tease. He drew in a sharp breath when his cock twitched with excitement.
Wrapping his fingers around Darren’s head, he pushed his head further into his crotch until his engorged flesh was met with the gentle kiss of Darren’s lips.
He dropped his head back and closed his eyes as Darren opened his mouth and slid his lips down along the length of his dick. Tiny pulsating beads of pleasure shot through his cock and constricted his balls into a tight knot of impending pleasure.
Darren then lifted Ryan’s cock in his hand, slowly stroking the length while he looked up at Ryan and continued to suck him gently.
“Fuck. Your mouth is so hot. Don’t tease me, baby. Suck me harder,” Ryan begged.
Darren stopped for a moment and darted his tongue out. He flicked his tongue along the tip of Ryan’s cock and swirled it around until Ryan was thrusting and grinding against his face like a horny virgin desperate to get off.
“Oh God. Please don’t stop.” Ryan’s hands held Darren’s head still, gently massaging with his fingers into the back of his scalp as Darren took him further into his throat.
Ryan moaned when he felt his dick hit the back of Darren’s throat. He should have eased up on him, but it felt too damn good. Darren had been a generous and giving lover since their first night together, but with that came Ryan’s kryptonite. He couldn’t defend himself against Darren even if he wanted to. He was always at his mercy in one way or another.
Darren brought his hands around and grabbed onto the globes of Ryan’s ass. While kneading Ryan’s skin, Darren pushed Ryan’s cock that much further into his throat. He twisted his head, moving up and down the entire length of Ryan’s hard dick.
Then with skillful precision, Darren slid his fingers into the crease of Ryan’s ass and began fingering his puckered tight hole. Instinctively, Ryan bucked his hips and dug his fingers further into Darren’s skull.
Darren continued his playful and torturous taunts for several minutes, continuing the same relentless seduction with his fingers and mouths over and over again.
After a while Ryan had long since stopped moaning and was now muttering incoherent words of admiration all while thrusting wildly into Darren’s mouth. The shower he’d had minutes earlier was inconsequential. He was now hot and sweaty, and fucking Darren’s throat as if his life depended on it.