When all was ready, Ryan started to call Pen in, only to find the younger man leaning in the doorway. There was a light blush across the fine cheekbones and it looked very attractive.
“Do you want to see? What Alex did after you talked to him the other day, I mean?” Ryan stilled at Pen’s question.
“Only if you want to show me. Only if you’re comfortable enough with me.”
Long, slender fingers slowly undid the buttons on the white shirt. When the edges parted, Ryan sucked in his breath. They were old, but bruises covered the abdomen, barely leaving a hint of the pale skin. Pen presented his back and allowed the short to fall from his shoulders, showing off those marks. The bruises varied in colour from a yellowish-green to almost black. The worst of the bruising was around the kidneys and lower back.
“God, doesn’t it hurt? You must be in agony!”
Pen looked at him, head tilted to the side as he did up the shirt once more. His expression was almost puzzled. “No, little twinges now and then, but nothing terrible. I’ve had much worse. I didn’t show you for pity or sympathy, Ryan. I showed you so you would know that, well, this is what my life is. I’m used to it. The worst was, of course, the beating at the school, even though that wasn’t the first time. It wasn’t even the first time I was in the hospital. What Alex did, what any of my boyfriends did, isn’t a big deal. I showed you so you would know that you don’t need to ride in and save me.
“Alex is gone now, but some day, eventually, there will be someone new in my life. All will be good in the beginning, full of promises of love and caring, which will become fists and kicks and insults. I’m used to it, it’s what I know, and it’s likely what I deserve. Don’t think that it should be your job or even your business to interfere in my life. You’d probably only make things worse. When you chose not to believe me that day, it didn’t turn my life into this, Ryan. You’re not responsible for any of it.”
“You don’t deserve it Pen! For God’s sake, nobody deserves to be treated like that. What you deserve is to be loved and pampered and treated with respect! I would never, ever hurt you like that.” His cheeks heated at his declaration, though he wasn’t sure if it was because he was angry at the accepting attitude or because he spoke of being closer to the young blond.
“There won’t be a chance for you to either hurt or not hurt me, Ryan. Besides, there are things that hurt more than a jab to the kidneys, you know. Come on, you promised me dinner and coffee, and I’m starting to get hungry.”
Neither one spoke very much while they ate the Chinese take-out. Ryan thought about both the injuries he’d seen and the soft-spoken rebuke to his words. Apparently, Pen was not open to there being anything between them other than this meal. It made him feel sad and lonely. He wished he could think of something to say to change Pen’s mind about how he deserved to be treated. Until the right thing came to him, he would just have to keep his own counsel. Actions spoke louder than words, anyway, so maybe that would be the best way to go.
The wine was all gone by the time the two returned to the living room with their cups of coffee. Ryan frowned and tried to remember drinking it. He must have drunk most of it, because he could only remember filling Pen’s glass twice, only halfway at that. His companion was talking about his recent move, his voice so soft and low. Without thinking, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“You’re very beautiful, Pen. I’ve always thought so, even the first time I met you and you were sitting on the grass.”
Pen looked over at him speculatively, as though trying to discover if he was being truthful or not, so Ryan kept his eyes fixed on the green ones. A soft smile curved the full lips after a moment. “You want to kiss me? You can, you know. All you have to do is move a little closer and do it.”
With a groan, Ryan complied, unable to resist any longer. This was the person who showed him that he was interested in men as well as women. If not for Pen, he wouldn’t have figured out what it was that was missing from his life. His cock filled up quickly, eager for the touch Ryan waited for. Those lips opened sweetly beneath his, letting him in. He could taste their meal and the wine inside the hot mouth. Pen slid his tongue alongside, not so much engaging him as encouraging.
Hearing the low moan, Ryan pulled the smaller man up against him. Pen straddled his legs and held onto his face, fingers moving up and down in a slow caress. Groin to groin, the two of them began to rock together, both of them hard and starting to breathe harder. Ryan opened his eyes and looked at the beautiful face. Those green eyes were dark with passion now and held a hint of mischief.
Without warning, Pen wriggled down Ryan’s body, going to his knees between long, strong legs. Agile fingers worked at the trousers, hurrying to open them and get to the prize inside. He leaned forward and pressed his face to the cotton underwear, taking in the scent of aroused male. With a small tap, Pen encouraged Ryan to lift up so he could get the pants and underwear down.
“Oh, that’s really nice,” he breathed, eyes fixed on the long prick, thick enough that one of his hands would barely reach around. “I need to taste that.”
“Taste it. Whatever you want.”
Tasting could come soon enough. First, Pen wanted to just examine and memorize the look of it. This was his one night with Ryan and he didn’t want to rush it. He traced a fingertip from the thick curls, a couple shades darker than on Ryan’s head because they weren’t in contact with the sun, up to the tip. He followed the most prominent vein, smiling at the shiver that resulted. When his finger finished the journey, he ran it through the moisture that decorated the slit and brought it to his mouth. God it was delicious!
Resisting that taste proved impossible. Leaning forward, Pen licked around the head while he pumped his hand, urging more liquid to seep out. While he teased, he tried to determine how best to administer the blowjob. There was no way he could take more than maybe half into his mouth, but he wanted this to be amazing for Ryan.
His thoughts whirled as he licked and kissed his way down the steely shaft to the balls. Pen wet the sack thoroughly, taking his time by using only the tip of his tongue, dragging it everywhere again and again. “Damn, Pen, please…it’s so…I need…” That babble was just wonderful. It proved that he was doing a good job, but there was so much more he wanted to do. Without warning, Pen finally sucked one of the balls into his mouth, sucking and licking it before letting it pop out. The other received the same treatment.
Ryan’s hips bucked up and one of his hands automatically moved to caress the top of the head between his legs. He was careful not to use force to direct Pen where he most wanted the attention of that hot, sweet mouth. He couldn’t remember ever being so aroused, and that mouth hadn’t even wrapped around his cock yet.