Page 21 of Mean Machine

The elevator was decked out with mirrors on three sides, with steel doors the only orientation. How would Curtis react if he grabbed Nathaniel now and kissed him, touched him, pressed him up against the wall? Would Curtis dare to interfere?

The doors opened. The suite was to the left, and Nathaniel paused only long enough to slide his key card into the lock. “I won’t require you tonight, Miller. Reception will have a room for you.”

“Sir….”

Brooklyn turned and saw Curtis reluctant but respectful. Damn, helikedNathaniel. He’d like anybody who made Curtis stop dead in his tracks and stammer.

“I’m capable of defending myself.”

Curtis looked dubious. He then nodded briskly and gave Brooklyn a stare that was probably meant to intimidate. “Call me if you need me, sir.”

Nathaniel smiled again, pushed the door open, motioned Brooklyn inside, and left Curtis standing in the corridor, just like that.

Brooklyn didn’t care much for anything else, grabbed Nathaniel the moment the heavy door was shut, and shoved him face-first against the wall. The man tensed with surprise, but no fear. His breath became heavy when Brooklyn pressed up against him, pushing his groin against his arse. There was no fucking way Nathaniel could restrain him. Not without Curtis or a whole pack of guards.

“And now?” Nathaniel asked.

“What do you think?”

“This can still go either way.” Nathaniel cleared his throat. “But we both know there are no guards in the room.”

“Either way? What’s the choice?”

Nathaniel hesitated, and Brooklyn grabbed his throat, felt the pulse beat rapidly against his fingers. “Maybe it’s not a choice. Maybe you don’t see it.”

Brooklyn pushed harder, rubbed himself against the man’s arse. Athletic, trim, taut. He wanted to watch his cock spear that butt, to see and feel Nathaniel clench around him. “I’ll fuck you.”

“Yes,” Nathaniel said in a low voice. “The question is how you’ll do it.”

“Up against the wall, maybe.” Brooklyn released Nathaniel’s throat but kept him in place with his body weight while he pulled the jacket from Nathaniel’s shoulders and dropped it on the floor. His hands went to the man’s belt, opened it, and then the button and zip. Nathaniel’s cock fit snugly into his hand. Brooklyn shoved the briefs down and stroked the man, who pushed back, elbows supporting himself against the wall, neck bent.

Right there, Nathaniel could have been anybody. A stranger in a bar. A fellow convict. Nothing but a body that responded to his.

Brooklyn whispered close to Nathaniel’s ear, “Shoes off.”

Nathaniel kicked his shoes off, uncoordinated while Brooklyn continued to stroke and tease him. Well, this much was clear—the man wasn’t impotent. He was hard and ready.

Brooklyn grabbed him by the neck and pushed him farther into the suite. There. The first bedroom looked like it was being used. Even better, there was some body lotion on the bedside table. Brooklyn grinned. “Used that for wanking?” he asked and pushed Nathaniel to the bed.

“No, it dries too quickly.” Nathaniel didn’t resist much when Brooklyn pressed him down on the mattress.

“Turn.” Brooklyn didn’t want to see his face, just wanted to get into that arse as soon as possible. And call the shots. He pinned Nathaniel down with his weight, pushed his legs apart with his own. Nathaniel struggled, but it’d be a cold day in hell when Nathaniel would outmuscle him.

Brooklyn reached for the lotion, opened the cap, and squeezed a fair amount of it on Nathaniel’s crack. The sight of the white stuff on the man’s skin jolted him, and he dug in with both thumbs to open Nathaniel up for him.

“Let’s not… let’s not be stupid,” Nathaniel gasped. “Do whatever you want, but let’s not….”

Brooklyn hesitated, would have wanted to be able to ignore what Nathaniel meant. If he’d been drunk, maybe. All his tests were current, and he was absolutely healthy, and Nathaniel struck him as somebody who’d at least be on PrEP, and truth be told he’d had unprotected sex before.

“Please,” Nathaniel said, voice soft.

Brooklyn grabbed Nathaniel’s wrists and crossed them in the small of Nathaniel’s back and held them there firmly while he dug for a condom in the nightstand. Luckily, Nathaniel must have gone shopping or had brought a packet on hope or for a one-night stand or maybe a rent boy.

He put the condom on while he held Nathaniel down. He slicked up by rubbing his cock against Nathaniel’s crack and then forced his cock inside. Nathaniel groaned, but it wasn’t just pain. His breath came in short, hard gasps, very nearly desperate. Brooklyn thrust deeper into the tight heat, not nearly slick enough to make it easy, but at least it was possible. Better than a dry fuck, in any case.

“That answers that question…,” Nathaniel managed to say, but anything he would have planned to add broke off into gasps and groans when Brooklyn began to move.

Nothing else mattered, just the heat and the tightness, the body that half welcomed, half resisted him, torn between the indignation of the situation and naked lust. Brooklyn felt it like it was his own. He despised upper-class twits, but he wanted this one. Shoved around, ordered, controlled as he was, right now he was almost free of all that. By controlling another. He knew that all too well, and it was most of the thrill. Completely forbidden to treat somebody like Nathaniel like that. But Nathaniel had dismissed the guard. He’d wanted it like this.

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