Break my shell, p.9
Break My Shell, page 9
Dayton bit into the toast, and the creamy, buttery eggs melted in his mouth. God, that was good, and with no bad news to accompany it after all! “Oh, yes. The menu is all over the place. Italian pasta, French-style meat, sweet and sour chicken. I’m surprised she doesn’t have Kathy serve California rolls.”
“Exactly what I mean!” Max said with his mouth full. “We need to come up with a plan to make Vanessa think she planned the change herself. There was this one guard in my prison. He was so stupid it hurt my brain to talk to him. But of course he thought he was smarter than everyone else. Me and a couple other guys got him to smuggle in protein powder for us, but it took forever for him to grasp that it would give him profit. We would talk about the prison gym to him, and bodybuilding, and all that. So that when he finally came up with the protein powder idea, he really stuck with it, because he felt like the smartest guy in the room.”
Dayton chuckled and rubbed his forehead. “Oh, God, I know just the type. But how do we accomplish that? Vanessa isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but she is not quite that dumb either.” He ate some more toast, and each bite softened him up a bit. It almost felt as if Max grew in front of him, his smile became wider, and his eyes kinder the more Dayton ate. The food couldn’t have been laced with weed, could it?
“We’ll think of something.” Max shrugged and had a big gulp coffee. The way he seemed to think everything would fall into place created a strange longing in Dayton. As if he could shed at least half of his anxieties if he only basked in the rays of Max’s carefree attitude.
“You put a lot of thought into this,” he said slowly, pushing a cherry tomato into his mouth and following it with a sip of coffee. It was a nice day, with the sun so bright outside he almost felt like going for a jog. He’d have done just that if he didn’t feel more compelled to stay with Max.
“There’s more.” Max nodded eagerly. “I’ve looked into some jobs in Florida and found some good ones for you to look at, so that we can apply for different stuff and then move once the money issue is sorted out here.”
Dayton licked his lips and looked at the tray. There was even a single flower in a cup. Max must have taken it from the flowerbed at the front of the hotel, but it was the thought that counted.
He’d thought of moving so many times, and yet it frightened him that everything about his life would have to change, and he didn’t know if he’d end up liking those changes. As frustrated as he was around here, he at least knew his enemies. What if Florida ended up a pipe dream?
“But only then,” he said in the end. “We must have a backup plan.”
Max sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. “Only then. And we’ll work out a plan.”
Dayton couldn’t help his insides fluttering at the way Max kept saying ‘we’. As if it was the most obvious thing on the planet that they would be there for each other.
Slowly, he petted Max’s forearm again, swallowing when the hairs that grew there tickled his palm. Max’s flesh was so solid and hard. “So... did you make this all yourself? It’s delicious,” he said and pushed one of the plates toward Max, urging him to eat.
Max grabbed another piece of toast. “Yeah, it’s nothin’ fancy, but I learned to cook a few things way back when I was training boxing. You need to make sure you stay in the right weight category. Doesn’t matter now, but I can cook the perfect chicken breast with my eyes closed.”
Dayton smiled and pushed a tomato between Max’s lips, relaxing against the headboard. “What job are you looking for then? Because.... You know, you said you were looking for jobs for both of us,” he said, still thinking of the way Max seemed so genuinely intent on tying his own future to Dayton’s.
Max gave Dayton’s fingers a lick before Dayton managed to pull them away, and the shiver that gesture elicited went all the way to his dick. “I… I can take anything to start with, but I thought kitchen jobs would be good. Especially if I got references from Vanessa.” He finished his toast and put away the tray. Dayton couldn’t shake the feeling there was something Max wasn’t telling him. It was not usual for him to seem so uncertain.
“Yes. I think that might be a good idea. Anything else you thought about?” Dayton asked, softly petting Max’s forearm as he watched him. He didn’t want to pry, yet he still wanted to know what was going on in Max’s head.
Max frowned but shifted to lay down next to Dayton, even though the comforter divided them like a wall Dayton wanted to punch through. “I keep thinking about getting back into boxing in one way or another, but I don’t wanna get my hopes up just yet.”
No wonder he was worried. Dayton could imagine in a hyper-masculine sport like boxing, it would be difficult to make a comeback after a past such as Max’s. It made him sad to think that Max might never get a second chance, no matter how good he was or how devoted he was to training. “You know, I was never interested in boxing, but after I heard of you for the first time, I watched all the footage I could find. You’re very good.”
That did make Max smile, even though he avoided looking into Dayton’s eyes. “I bet you were just looking at all the blood, sweat, and muscle, you horny bunny.” He poked Dayton’s stomach through the covers.
Dayton exhaled and finished his coffee, nervous all over again. “I think... for a while I really wanted to be like you,” he said in the end.
Max rolled over to his side and gave Dayton a curious look, stroking the spot where he’d just poked him. “Oh, yeah? How so? You wanna be a tough guy?”
Dayton licked his lip, slumping his shoulders. “I am not a tough guy. But when I heard of you... it made me dream that I could be as confident as you and stand up to people. Make people respect my choices,” he said softly. “I imagined myself having an answer to teasing that would shut up the likes of Greg. But I’m not that kind of person.”
Max gave him a little kiss on the lips, soothing all the blooming anxiety. “I won’t have anyone talk shit to you.”
Dayton sighed and nuzzled Max’s face, leaning closer to him. “You are such an amazing guy. I guess... I really became obsessed with you. And now you are here, and I am… it feels like it’s impossible.”
“Thanks for… helping me out, even if everything about me isn’t the way you’d envisioned,” Max whispered and kissed Dayton’s jaw. He didn’t know what he was talking about. Everything about Max was the stuff of Dayton’s dreams. It was his own inhibitions that stood in the way of unlocking the full potential of those fantasies. Better still, interacting with Max turned out to be even more fulfilling in real life when Dayton was slowly finding out what angered Max, what upset him, and what made him smile.
“Don’t say that. You are just like I thought you were when I read your letters. You are... amazing,” whispered Dayton, breathing faster just because of Max’s proximity.
“Oh, yeah? What do you like about me most then? I could use a bit of sweet word dessert after breakfast.” Max smirked, and his kisses moved down Dayton’s neck but his hand stayed on top of the comforter, stroking Dayton through it.
Dayton chewed on his lip, closing his eyes and just letting Max’s warmth melt him, as if he were a marshmallow thrown into hot cocoa. “You are so fearless. But you’re not like... a bully. You’re caring.”
“How do you know?” Max nipped on Dayton’s jaw. “Did you get that from watching me box?”
“No. I know this because you’re still here. I didn’t scare you off.” Dayton exhaled and exposed his neck to Max, slowly trailing his hand up the muscular arm that felt so wonderfully solid. How was he supposed to resist when Max was in his bed, and Dayton knew that if only he asked, Max would fuck him into the mattress?
Max cupped the side of Dayton’s face, reminding him of the way he’d held it when he fucked Dayton’s mouth. “You just said it yourself. I’m fearless. It will take much more than your little fits to scare me off.”
Dayton shuddered, growing hot from the steady grip. “I’m sorry.”
Max leaned down for another kiss. “Apology accepted.” And there it was, his hand slipped under the covers, and the touch to Dayton’s side felt so intense all of a sudden that Dayton wasn’t sure if he could even bear this much arousal pooling in his body. “I’ll try to keep to your pace,” Max murmured. “But my dick gets the best of me sometimes, so you gotta say…”
“Say?” whispered Dayton, crooking his neck to meet Max’s lips. The touch sent hot electricity all the way to his toes, and he slid his hand all the way up Max’s shoulder, to caress his neck.
This felt so good. So nice. Non-intrusive. No one in their right mind would see anything bad in such sweet kisses.
“You gotta say if I’m coming on too strong, because I can go on, and on…” Max smiled into the kiss, and his fingers dipped under the top of Dayton’s pajamas. “I don’t know what’s slow enough for you.”
Dayton licked his lips, inhaling Max’s warm breath as he traced the thick beard, which hadn’t been combed yet. It was so sweet that Max was in such a hurry to deliver Dayton breakfast that he forgot his grooming routine. “I guess... I just don’t want to do anything… scary or weird.”
“I can be not weird.” Max slipped his leg over Dayton’s. “I can fuck you in a perfectly normal way,” he whispered, and just hearing him say ‘fuck’ was pushing Dayton’s buttons.
Dayton’s breath caught, and he rubbed Max’s shoulders, gaze transfixed on Max’s handsome features. His own heartbeat drummed wildly in his ears. Was he ready to go with this? Not just dip his toes in again but accept that he’d be having sex with Max on a regular basis?
Yes.
No... maybe...
Yes. Definitely yes.
He grinned and pulled up the fabric of Max’s T-shirt. “I like the sound of that.”
Max’s pupils widened and Dayton could swear he saw them sparkle for a split second. “Do you now?” He lifted his arms to let Dayton take off the T-shirt and reveal the body sculpted in heaven.
Dayton exhaled, stunned by all that gorgeous flesh. How was it possible that Max, a man so hot, chose him, a small-town hotel receptionist without a penny to his name, was still beyond him, but he was willing to enjoy himself for as long as it lasted. It would all be up to Max, because Dayton would not be leaving this ship unless someone knocked him overboard.
“Yes.”
Max pulled on the comforter, his eyes getting a dreamy fuzziness when Dayton was gradually revealed. Still in the pajamas, yet Max didn’t seem to be any less excited because of it.
Max frowned, suddenly glancing into Dayton’s eyes. “You weren’t like, a virgin or something, were you?”
Dayton shuddered, suddenly feeling like a bug under a microscope. Was he bad at sex? “Did it look that way?” he asked softly, promising himself he would not overdo it with apologizing, even though words that would betray his barely-existent self-confidence pushed at his mouth from the inside.
“No!” Max said quickly, his fingers on the buttons of Dayton’s pajamas already. “I mean, I don’t know. It just struck me now that you could have been, and you never spoke of any boyfriends. I guess your blowjob skills were not those of a beginner.” He smirked.
Dayton relaxed and smiled at him, unbuttoning himself from the bottom up and moving his hands up, toward Max’s. “I didn’t have many boyfriends, and none of them were very long-term either. I never met anyone who felt right.”
“Okay, I just freaked out a little now when I thought about… our first meeting.” Max pulled the shirt off Dayton. “I’m asking ‘cause you seem easily frightened.”
Dayton touched Max’s bare chest as soon as his hands were free. He took care of himself, and he did look good naked, but Max was just gorgeous. He was the type of man you didn’t meet but watched in the movies. He still could not believe he had him here. In his bed. “That’s because I never really... did that kind of thing in real life. I never told anyone other than you,” he said in the end.
Max’s smile had that carnivorous edge that made him look as if he wanted to eat Dayton alive. He lifted Dayton’s hands to his lips and kissed his fingers. “The secret will be mine only.”
Dayton gave a nervous laugh, not sure whether he liked that wolfish expression while at the same time sensing arousal spiking inside him. “I was always very... you know, normal. So you surprised me when we first met.”
“You’re extraordinary to me.” Max unzipped his jeans, never taking his eyes off Dayton, and the sound of the zipper made goose bumps pop up all over Dayton’s arms. He was such a slut. He couldn’t wait to see that perfect dick again. The last few days had been agony every time he thought he’d never taste it again.
“Why?” whispered Dayton, and, without breaking eye contact, he reached to the open fly of Max’s jeans. The heat of arousal was tangible before he could even trace the cock itself with his fingers.
“Because you’ve managed to fuck me in my mind a hundred times already.” Max trailed his splayed palms up Dayton’s chest. “I’d lay in bed, and I’d only be able to think about you.”
Dayton’s brain turned into sponge, ready to soak up each word from Max’s lips. He took a deep breath and pushed his hand past the open zipper, shuddering when his skin met hard flesh straining a layer of cotton. “Me too. I imagined so many times that I would meet you somewhere. That you wouldn’t even know it was me, but we would still hit it off.”
Max shook his head. “Sneaky. You’d know all my dirty needs, and I’d think you’re a good boy?” He pinched Dayton’s nipple.
Dayton swallowed hard, pushing against the inquisitive fingers. “But I am a good boy. Don’t you like that too?” he asked and slowly pulled Max’s cock out of his briefs.
Max made a face as if he’d got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “No, no, I do. I do. I can date a good boy.” He groaned and arched his hips to Dayton’s hand. “As long as he gives head with as much… dedication as you do.”
Dayton pulled his teeth over his lip, looking down at the thick cock in his hand. Heat flushed up his chest and burned his cheeks from the inside and he let go of the prick, pulling the jeans down Max’s legs. His mind was sizzling in the sauce of his own fantasies, with memories of their encounter in the cold room adding even more spice.
“And how would you chat me up in that fantasy of yours?” Max grinned and pulled on the waistband of Dayton’s pants.
Dayton moaned, too focused on even more yummy goodness emerging from beneath the thick fabric to think of how awkward he must look with his body twisted and his clothes halfway off. In truth, it was always Max chatting him up in his fantasies, but he didn’t want to be boring. “Do you know anything about cars?” he asked with a silly smile.
“That would be your chat up line?” Max laughed, but he didn’t seem to be mocking Dayton. “I think we should stick to the here and now then.” He pulled Dayton’s pants down all the way to his knees.
Dayton kicked them off and pushed on Max to have him spread out on the mattress. Blood rushed to his head at a rapid pace, and he rubbed his palms over the thick, strong thighs even as his attention zeroed in on the hard cock bobbing slightly from the movement. “Your dick is so amazing,” whispered Dayton.
“Is it all you thought it would be?” Max’s voice was getting that raspy quality to it that sent shivers down Dayton’s spine. “I’m all yours, babe.”
Dayton laughed and curled his fingers around the girth before tugging on the shaft with a twist of his wrist. It’d been ages since he’d been free to touch another guy, and none of his boyfriends had been even remotely as handsome as Max, or as cool, or smart. Dayton leaned down and rubbed his face against Max’s lower stomach, letting the body hair tickle his ear and jaw line when he moved lower.
His senses exploded with sensation when his lips touched Max’s cockhead. The groan from above told him all about just how eager Max was for his mouth.
“I’ve missed this so much…” Max slid his fingers into Dayton’s hair, but it wasn’t anything like the aggressive pull in the cold room.
Dayton kissed the tip of Max’s cock and licked down the underside, finally nestling his nose against the heavy, fragrant sac. Max must have showered while Dayton was still asleep, because he could detect the faint fragrance of soap underneath the musky, natural scent that was already imprinted on Dayton’s brain.
Following his instincts, he sucked around one of Max’s balls, playing with the loose skin. He didn’t trust himself to look up at first, but curiosity won over, and he glanced at Max’s face.
The darkening flush on Max’s cheekbones was a clear indicator of his excitement if Dayton needed any other than the rock-hard cock beside his face. His breaths were deep, and he was biting down on his bottom lip as their gazes met. The tender stroking of Dayton’s hair was beyond heart-melting, and yet his mind kept sending him memories of Max’s dirty words, of the hard tug on Dayton’s hair, and the brutal face-fuck that left his throat sore. Why couldn’t he just enjoy the moment and focus on his boyfriend (because Max was his boyfriend, right?) being nice and accommodating.
He petted Max’s thigh and flattened his tongue against his lover’s cock before pulling on it a few times with his hand. He didn’t want to think of himself that way, but just the scent of male arousal made him salivate, as if he was somehow preordained to giving blowjobs. His jaw relaxed, and his stomach twisted with pleasure just from being so near to Max’s crotch, yet without the push coming from his partner, Dayton was somewhat at loss. He did know what he was doing, of course, but sucking cock was always so much better with a strong hand pushing him down until his nose rubbed against pubes.
Yet Max wasn’t forceful anymore, and despite Dayton having asked for just that, he couldn’t help a pang of disappointment, which dimmed the moment he opened his mouth and slowly sank lower. The cockhead was smooth as it rubbed against his tongue, tickling it with its bitter essence.
He mewled in pleasure when Max moved his hand to Dayton’s nape. “I want you not to come when I fuck you,” Max murmured. “I want to suck you off after I’m done.”
