Page 50 of Provoking the Punter

“No.” Garrett shook his head. “Until I know what’s going on, I’m staying here.”

“In purgatory.” Unable to go back and unable to go forward. A different kind of holding pattern.

“I’m pretty sure there are plenty of people who would swap places with me. I am aware I’m complaining about nothing.” He hooked his thumb into the waistband of his shorts, and from the jut of his erection, he wasn’t wearing any underwear again. Garrett was trying to kill him.

Chester wasn’t sure he cared. He picked up the menu and pretended to examine it again, as Garrett slowly pushed down his shorts, aware that Chester was not-so-secretly watching. Then he moved the pillows to one side and lay on the bed, his head where his feet should’ve been, as if he was going to watch TV. “Just bill it to the room.”

It was only then that Chester walked over and picked up the phone. Garrett’s ass cheeks were paler than the rest of him, and Chester was tempted to lean over and bite one pale globe. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Chester ordered, requesting it to be delivered in an hour. If they were at his place, they could’ve cooked dinner, eaten dinner, and then gone upstairs to his room. It would’ve felt more like a date… Not whatever this was.

He was such a liar. Just the idea of seeing Garrett made him excited.

Chester stood at the end of the bed, eyeing Garrett’s body, laid out like an offering for him. “So, when you were busy exploring things…” He ran his palm over one pale ass cheek, pulling it slightly, so he could glimpse Garrett’s hole. “Did your boyfriend ever rim you… or you him?”

Garrett’s head whipped around so fast Chester was worried he’d sprain his neck. “Did he what now?”

“Lick your hole.”

Garrett’s eyebrows lifted. “I thought that was a porn thing. Is that what you…” His cheeks reddened, and he buried his face in his arms.

“You just showered.” He kept smoothing his hand over Garrett’s ass cheek. “And you want me to fuck you.” He assumed Garrett had showered extra well.

“Yeah.”

“It’s a fun way to become used to ass play, and I swear I won’t stick anything in.” He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the chair.

Garrett lifted his head. “Anything?”

“No fingers or tongue or dick… no matter how much you beg.” He took off his pants and added them to the chair a little more carefully.

Garrett watched him. “Oh, I am going to be too weirded out to beg.”

Chester smiled. He doubted that. “Is that a yes, proceed, or a no, don’t put your tongue anywhere near my ass?” He left his briefs on for the moment. He leaned in and kissed Garrett’s forehead. “And no, I don’t expect you to reciprocate.”

“What if I enjoy it?”

“What if you do?” Chester climbed onto the bed, kneeling over Garrett, as if to give him a back massage. Which wasn’t a bad place to start, because he wanted to touch him.

“Do you?”

“I think we have already established I enjoy having my ass played with.”

“I haven’t played with it that much.”

“Which is fine.”

Garrett turned his head. “Is it?”

That had been his one complaint about Michael. As much as Chester liked all the things on offer, they had fallen into a lazy pattern of always having the same thing. There had rarely been any oral and even less anal. So the fact that Garrett had started this whole thing by sucking him off, and enjoyed giving him head, was a lure and hook he had taken.

“Yes. My previous relationship was mostly frot—which I do like—but I need more than a lazy grind once a month. Ugh. That sounds terrible.” He pressed his thumbs into the muscles of Garrett’s shoulders. He had muscles in places Chester didn’t think was possible. “It wasn’t a bad relationship. It just…”

He wasn’t even sure what to say about it and Michael. He could say the spark died, but he didn’t think there had ever been one. It had been a mutual falling into something that had been convenient for both of them. It had been what he needed at the time.

Maybe this was no different.

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