The Light in Your Eyes

By Tinnean

Part 8

When we entered Paul's room, Vincent looked us over carefully. Spike was huffing and puffing, and I was pretty winded myself, but Wills was barely out of breath.

He'd buttoned his jacket wrong, though. Vincent would know what we were doing down in the hospital's lower level.

Well, he'd kind of known what I had planned all along. Hadn't he told me to bring Wills back in one piece?

I unbuttoned Wills' jacket, smoothed it down, then buttoned it correctly, stealing little touches that no one else could see because my body was blocking the view.

Wills sucked in a breath, and the brown of his eyes grew warm. He was still interested.

Vince shook his head, but whether in amusement or exasperation, I couldn't tell. "Okay, pay attention. I've got to go; tomorrow is a work day. Pretty Boy just had some choice drugs, and he's about out of it. Do you two need a lift?"

One of the boys had wanted a car. He'd bought a battered old heap for chicken feed, worked on it in his spare time, and got it running like a charm. When he'd moved on to every rentboy's dream – being kept by a rich man – he'd left the car behind, and it was kept in the garage at the rear of the property. We rarely used it. For the most part it was just easier for us to get around DC using mass transit.

However, it had been a hellacious long day, and I wasn't in the mood to wait for a bus.

I glanced at Wills. He was looking at me. I was good at reading people's expressions – it helped in my line of work – and I grinned. Yep, definitely still interested. I turned to Vincent. "We're good, Vince."

"Don't keep him up too late." Did Vincent have any idea what I wanted to do to Wills if he gave me the opportunity? I almost missed what he said next. "Matheson, I won't be in until after the autopsy…"

Autopsy?

The man beside me was suddenly all business. "Excuse me, sir. May I join you?"

Vince studied him, then nodded as if satisfied with what he saw. "All right, but if you throw up, I'm docking you." He was about to leave.

"Vince." I grabbed him before he could go and hugged him. I knew he didn't care much for physical contact, but he'd made a phone call. To a senator. And now Paul had a bed. "Thank you! For being here for Pretty Boy." For not hating me for being such an asshole and thinking he'd do something as shitty as set Paul up. "For all you've done." I let him go.

"Yeah, whatever. Matheson!"

"Mr. Vincent?"

"You didn't see that."

"See what, sir? I'm sorry, I was just reading this patient bill of rights on the hospital wall."

I stared at Wills. He had a sense of humor.

Vince snorted and walked out.

"Are you ready to leave yet?"

"We'll just say goodnight to Pretty Boy."

"Okay. I'm gonna… " He cleared his throat and went into the bathroom.

"Sleep well, Paul," I murmured, brushing back the hair that hadn't been shaved away. "Vince's gonna get that son of a bitch."

Spike leaned forward to kiss him.

"Fuck! Aw, fuck!” The bathroom door swung open. "Look at me!" Matheson stalked out. "Look at me!" His gesture encompassed his swollen mouth, the love bite I hadn't realized I'd left just above his collar, his disheveled hair. "You could have told me!"

"Why, Wills? You look kind of cute, all mussed like that!"

"Oh sure, real professional!" He blew out an irritated breath. "I'll bet Mr. Vincent thought so, too. Do you know what I look like?"

"You look like you just got out of bed!" At his expression, I started to laugh. "Sorry, didn't realize that was rhetorical."

"Well, it was! Maybe Mr. Vincent didn't notice it?" he muttered to himself, stroking his fingers over the mark on his throat. "Sure, and maybe I'll be elected the next Pope." He smoothed down his hair, and my fingers twitched to muss it again. "Are you ready to go?"

"Sure." This was going to be so much fun.

When we got home, I made no effort to get out of the car. I had my left hand on the seat between us, so if Wills felt like covering it with his own hand, well, it was right there.

Spike tapped my shoulder. "I'm going to bed. You two can do what you want," he grumbled and went up to the apartment.

It was getting cold in the car. Wills still hadn't touched my hand.

"Do you want to come up?" I asked at last. In spite of our standing directive of not entertaining johns at home – it had taken one of Paul's regulars, a congressman, having a heart attack that made us come to that decision – I wanted him in my own bed.

If he said no… Well, I had no intention of taking no for an answer.

"I'd like that. But… I can't. I can't stay." He sounded really regretful. "I have that autopsy in the morning."

I pushed. "I can set the alarm. I’ll even make you breakfast."

He licked his lips, then gave a jerky nod and followed me up the stairs. I could feel his eyes on my ass the whole way up.

I opened the door to the apartment and gestured for him to enter.

"Nice place."

"Thanks. We like it." I removed my jacket and hung it in the closet, extended my hand, and took his overcoat. I hung it beside mine.

"Who…uh… who did the decorating?"

"I did. Now, I'll be more than happy to give you a grand tour. Tomorrow. Right now… " I led him to my room, turned on the lamp by my bed, and went back to him and eased his suit jacket over his shoulders. I draped it over a chair.

His tie was tan, his suit was brown, his shirt was white cotton. I ran my palms over the muscles of his shoulders and upper arms. They were firm and sleek, framed by the harness of his shoulder holster. I eased it off his shoulders. I'd have to ask him what he did that he needed to pack heat, but that was something I'd save for the morning.

I stepped back and reached for the hem of my shirt.

His lips parted slightly as I began a slow strip. His eyes never left me. He trembled, and his fingers fumbled with his tie and then the buttons of his own shirt.

"You're… you're wearing shorts."

"Yeah."

"Your jeans were so tight… I wondered… "

"I don't usually go commando unless I'm working." I brushed his hands out of the way and set about getting him naked, then backed a step to examine him. He made a move as if to cover himself, and I caught his wrists. "Don't," I breathed. "Nice."

He was cut, and his cock was hard, the head flushed with arousal. A drop of precome beaded at the tip. The muscles of his abdomen, a sculpted six-pack, rippled with each breath he took. The hair on his chest seemed to feather over his pectoral muscles, almost cupping them. I ran my fingertips over it to the trail that led down the center of his body past his navel. The hair that dusted his groin was almost black.

"Very nice." I reached for his cock, but he stopped me, and I frowned. "Problem, tough guy?"

"If you… if you touch me, I don't think I'll be able to hold on."

I couldn't help grinning. "No?"

He shook his head and licked his lips.

"All right. We can go exploring later." I reached for a condom. "Hold still, and I'll just roll this on you."

He stopped me again. "Will you… " Hot color ran up his cheeks, and he cleared his throat. "Will you fuck me?"

"You don’t want to fuck me?"

"Well, yes, I'd like to try that too. But right now, I want this."

Tim had told me that was the way it was with bisexual men sometimes. They got so tired of being in control when they were with women that when they had the chance to be with men they couldn't wait to bend over.

"You trust me not to hurt you?"

The corner of his mouth tilted up, and he looked like a teenager. "Of the two of us, I think you're the one who knows the most about the mechanics of this thing."

"I know the most…?" Was he saying what I thought he was saying? "Fucking hell, you're a virgin?"

His face got that flat expression. "I didn't say that."

"Have you ever been fucked up the ass?"

For a second I thought he was going to turn away, but instead, his eyes on mine although I could tell he wanted to avert them, he shook his head.

"Then you're a virgin, Wills!" I could come just from knowing that I was going to be the first to fuck that hot, tight ass. Because, oh, yeah, there was no way I was turning down an opportunity like this!

"Look, if this is a problem… if you'd rather not… " His mouth tightened, and this time he did turn away. "Shit, this was not a good idea. Where're my clothes?"

"Oh, no, tough guy!" I caught his arm and pulled him back. "I've been fantasizing about having sex with you since you walked into the emergency room behind Vince, and you in my ass is only slightly better than me in your ass. Get on the bed, baby. We're gonna rock and roll!"

His eyes brightened, and his erection, which had started to deflate, swelled to full, glorious tumescence. He pulled the spread and sheets back with an economy of motion and climbed on my bed, positioning himself on his hands and knees.

It took a second for me to catch my breath. His ass cheeks, pale and almost hairless, were so taut I was tempted to sink my teeth into them. His balls hung high and tight between his thighs.

"Theo?" He glanced over his shoulder at me, the sweep of his tongue over his lips the only indication of his nervousness.

"I'm here, baby." I squeezed some lube onto my fingers and let it warm, then placed a hand on his hip so as not to startle him and stroked my fingertips over his hole. He jerked. "You okay?"

His breathing was deep, slow, and even, and he didn't say anything, but he nodded.

I intended to take my time getting him ready, although my hands were shaking. I didn't know how a virgin could be so relaxed, but he was, and he let me do my job. I squirted more lube onto my fingers and slid a finger into him. His sphincter clenched involuntarily, and his head drooped.

"Easy, baby."

"Sorry."

"Don't be." I petted his hip, then reached around to tease a nipple to distract him. "We've got plenty of time." After a few seconds the muscle relaxed, and I pushed my finger forward, searching for his prostate.

His breath hitched and his head reared back when I found it. "What… "

"That's your hot spot." I rubbed my finger over it again and again; the sounds he made were indescribable, and he was making those sounds because of me. "Like that, tough guy?"

"Ye… oh, yeah!" He shoved the heel of his hand into his mouth and bit down to muffle those sounds as I eased a second finger into him, stretching him. He rocked back, wanting more, and I gave him a third finger. He was sweating, and he had to take his hand away from his mouth to brace himself so he didn't go face forward into the headboard. I continued finger-fucking him for a little while, but I had other things in mind for him.

He whimpered when I removed my fingers, but there was no way I would fit my cock in with them still in his ass, not just yet at any rate, although maybe in the future… My cock twitched at the thought, and I groaned.

"Theo?"

"You're so fucking hot!" I licked a path from the dimple at the small of his back up his spine, and he shivered. I shoved some pillows under his hips, raising his ass nice and high and gave a cheek a nip. "Okay, baby, here we go."

He suddenly became still. "Say my name."

"What?"

"I'm letting you fuck me. I know you'll be good; this is what you do for a living. But I need to know you know whose ass you're in."

"Wills." There was no way I couldn't know. "Wills." I lined my cock up with his hole. A little initial resistance, and then I sank into him. "Wills." It was like sliding into a tight, hot, channel lined with velvet. The exec had never felt anything like this.

Wills' fingers fisted the sheets, and he moved back and forth in sync with my thrusts.

He was born to bottom. He liked it – loved it, I could tell – but he bit at the pillow in an effort to muffle his moans and whimpers. That was the second time he'd tried to stifle the sounds he made.

I leaned forward and rubbed my thumb over his bottom lip, and he released the pillow with a gasp. His lips were lush, and they'd felt good under mine. I wondered what they would look like wrapped around my cock one day. Would he be willing to do that?

I slid my index finger into his mouth, teasing his tongue, and he started sucking on it. He sucked on the second and third finger I slid into his mouth, and I fucked his mouth in rhythm to fucking his ass.

My fingers muffled the sounds he made though, and I didn't want that. I wanted to hear those sounds, wanted to know I could make him cry out. Hell, I wanted the neighbors to hear him. I took my fingers from his mouth, and he growled and grabbed for my hand.

"I need to balance myself, baby," I lied.

"I can take your weight."

The knowledge that he wanted that made me so hot. One finger wouldn't silence him, I rationalized. I ran a fingertip over his lips, and he parted them, but he wasn't happy when he realized he was only getting one finger.

"More."

I couldn't believe he'd never been fucked before. He was so hungry for it… Abruptly, I remembered Franky saying that to me. For a second I froze, then I withdrew my finger, but Wills kept rocking back and forth on my cock, taking me effortlessly. His internal muscles clamped down, squeezing me, driving every thought from what little mind I had left. Every thought except one – that I was the one who had taken his cherry.

I lost control and came, the first time I'd ever done that before the john I was servicing had climaxed.

But… Wills wasn't a john.

He was still trying to bury his gasps in the pillow. I stayed inside him and reached around for his cock, which was slick from his precome. He drove himself forward into my fist and then backward onto my cock. I bit down on his shoulder blade, and that was all it took. He came all over my hand.

I eased him onto his side, still lodged inside him, and licked my palm clean. Some johns tasted bitter, some sour, some were almost tasteless, but Wills was like sweet cream. I was looking forward to going down on him.

It took him a while to catch his breath, I noted with some pride.

"Was I too… " He managed to get the words out between his attempts to gulp for breath. "… too noisy?"

Not, 'God, that was fantastic!' Not, 'When can we do this again?' Not, 'You've convinced me that I'm really gay!'

No, 'Was I too fucking noisy.' What bitch had made him feel so insecure about making sounds in bed? I wanted to hurt whoever she was.

I petted his flank and dropped a kiss on his shoulder. "Never, Wills!"

He hummed in relief. I disengaged, removed the condom, then went in the bathroom to get a warm washcloth to clean us both up. "Feels nice."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Theo."

"It was my pleasure, Wills." More than I thought he knew.

"Theo? Set the alarm for 6, will you? And come to bed. I've got to get some sleep."

****

He rolled over sometime during the night and bumped into me. For a second he seemed startled. Apparently he wasn't used to sleeping with whoever he'd had sex with. I liked that. "Hi."

"Hi." I could see his eyes glinting in the faint light that came in through the gap between the curtains.

"Could we… could we do that again?"

"You'll be too sore in the morning."

"You're sure?" He seemed so disappointed that I was tempted to have him again anyway. "Well, can I suck you off?"

My cock twitched. I hadn't had a blowjob since Franky had sent me out to trick. I wasn't sure how a novice like Wills would react to a mouthful of cock, and I didn't want to spend time tonight showing him how to go about it.

"This is your night, baby. I'll go down on you, okay?" I didn't give him time to answer, just slid under the covers and licked and nuzzled and nibbled on his cock until I had him shaking again. Then I swallowed him.

I knew he was on the edge.

"Holy fuck!" He started yanking at my hair.

"Wills, what the fuck?"

"Gonna… gonna come!"

"Thanks for telling me."

He howled when I took him in my mouth again, and in seconds he was pouring himself down my throat.

"Damn, I'm sorry. I was too loud," he said once he'd caught his breath again.

I nipped his hip. "Do you hear me complaining?"

"No, but…" I could feel the heat of his blush. "Spike is sure to have heard me."

"I don't care."

"No?" He seemed dazzled by the idea that it didn't matter to me. "And you didn't mind that I came in your mouth?"

"I didn't mind. If I hadn't wanted that, I would have jerked you off." I stretched out beside him and moved to kiss him, watching carefully. Some guys freaked out at the thought of come anywhere near their own mouth. He leaned toward me and licked my lips, then kissed me.

"Thank you, Theo. This was the best… But you didn't come!" He curled his fingers around my cock, and before I could tell him it was okay, he didn't have to do that, he began jacking me off. He got me off with half a dozen expert strokes.

Oh, of course, I thought, once I'd recovered enough to think, he'd have jerked off himself, and he'd know enough to figure what pleased him would please me.

Before I could say anything though, his arms came around to hold me against him, and he fell back to sleep.

****

In spite of the alarm, he was running late the next morning. While he showered, I made coffee and wrote out directions for a route that would avoid the worst of the morning traffic and get him to the morgue on time.

I included my phone number on the paper. In case he wanted to see me again. Not that I was going to push him.

"We'll set something up. Dinner, maybe." He was at the front door, and he came back and kissed me, none of that careful shit from the hospital, and then he was gone.

He wanted to see me again! I didn't have his phone number, but that didn't matter.

I was going to see him again!

I tidied the kitchen, practically dancing on air, until I found the paper with the directions on it. And my phone number.

He'd been just saying he wanted to see me again. He'd had his walk on the wild side, played with the rentboy, and now he was going on with his life. "Fuck." I couldn't believe how disappointed I felt. "Because I didn't even get paid," I assured myself.

I went back to bed, and as I lay there reliving the night before and regretting it wasn't likely to happen again, it occurred to me that maybe he hadn't left it on purpose. He'd been pressed for time. Maybe he'd simply forgotten it.

And while he hadn't given me his phone number, I had something almost as good.

I dialed Vincent's cell phone.

"Vincent."

"Vince, it's Sweetcheeks."

"What are you doing up at this hour? Is everything all right?" He sounded tense.

"Oh, yeah, sure, everything is fine. I mean, I haven't heard anything." I remembered the blood tests he'd asked about, and I became tense myself. "Why, have you?"

"Sweetcheeks…" He sounded impatient.

"Okay, sorry. Um… is Wills there? Um… Agent… " I grinned to myself, thinking of the handsome FBI agent on X-Files, although of course Wills was no such thing. No FBI agent, that was. He certainly was handsome enough. And my thoughts were wandering. "… Matheson? He… uh… he forgot something this morning."

"'Wills'?"

"That is his name."

Wills must have been right beside him, because after a moment of silence, "Matheson."

"Hi, Wills. It's me. Um… Theo. I was kind of wondering if you found the morgue okay. You forgot the paper with the… uh… directions." And my phone number.

"No, I didn't forget it, Theo."

"Oh. I… I see." I felt as if I'd been slapped in the face. "Well, I'm sorry I bothered you. It won't happen again … "

"Theo, I didn't need the paper; I have a photographic memory. Your number is 555-0234. I thought you'd have gone back to bed. I was going to call you later."

He knew my number. He was going to call. If I hadn't been lying down I would have danced across the floor. I decided to tease him a bit. "Where do you think I am right now?"

"You are in bed?"

"That's right. In the bed that we made a complete wreck of last night, and I'm hard and wishing you were here so I could do something about it."

His voice became little more than a whisper. "Will you jerk off?"

"Right now?" While he listened? Why the kinky little devil!

"No, I guess this wouldn't be a good time." I heard the smile in his voice. "Besides, I want to be there to watch you. Maybe do it with you." He cleared his throat. "Will you be able to sleep now, Theo?"

"No. I'm too horny."

"Good." A smart ass to boot!

"You're walking a fine line, Matheson. I… I wish you were here."

"Yeah, I wish I was there, too."

I suddenly realized that Vince… his boss… must have been standing right there the whole time we were practically having phone sex. "Oh, geez, is Vince gonna be pissed because I called you on his phone?"

"I'll let you know if I'm in trouble when I talk to you later, Theo."

"Well, don't let him give you a hard time. He's human like the rest of us."

"If you say so."

"Trust me. Bye, babe."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone, pulled the pillow he'd slept on into my arms, and fell asleep.

Spike woke me just before noon, tapping on my door.

"Do you feel up to seeing Paul?"

"Sure. Why wouldn't I?"

"Well, you were up kind of late last night."

"We woke you, did we?"

"Yeah. At first I thought it was those cats that're always going at it in the backyard. Then I realized it was coming from your room."

He was laughing. I didn't mind. Paul's beating had scared the crap out of him. Out of me too. I hadn't been sure if we were going to lose him.

"Is that why you stopped having johns stay over?"

"Nah. Didn't Paul tell you about his congressman?"

"Not really."

"Come on. Let's get some lunch before we go to the hospital, and I'll tell you about it."

"Do you want to grab a shower first?"

"No." Wills' scent, the scent of last night's lovemaking, was still on me, and I wanted to hold onto it for a while longer.

"Okay. Hurry and get dressed then. I'm starved."

****

Wills called me that afternoon while I was at the hospital. "If you don't have any plans, would you like to do dinner tonight?"

I thought we'd make arrangements for later in the week. Was he already taking it for granted that I'd drop everything for him? Did he think no one wanted to see me? "Let me check my date book." My voice was cool.

Paul raised an eyebrow. The swelling around his eyes was going down, but he still looked like a raccoon. I turned my back.

"Oh. I'm… I'm sorry." Wills sounded let down. "I should have realized… You'll be working. Well, maybe another… "

"I just so happen to be free tonight." I frowned at both Paul and Spike, who were making no attempt to disguise the fact they were listening avidly, or to cover their snickers. "Where do you want me to meet you?"

"I… uh… I thought I'd pick you up?"

Like an honest-to-god date? I forgave him for assuming I'd be free. "What time?"

"About 8? That's not too late, is it?"

"8 will be fine."

"Great." He sounded relieved. "I'll see you then."

"Wait a minute. Where are we going?"

"I thought Ruby Tuesday's? It's too late to get reservations for Raphael's."

"Okay, I'll dress casual. See you at 8." I closed my phone. I could have gotten us a table – the maitre' d was an occasional client – but if Wills wanted to be butch, I didn't mind. "I won't be able to come back tonight, Paul. Is that okay?"

"That's fine, babe. I'm glad you're finally getting a social life. Assuming he's not a client?"

"He's not a client." Spike grinned at me. "You should have seen them last night! Making out near the cafeteria."

"You were making out? Was that wise?"

"It was closed down and no one was down there."

"No, I mean kissing him. You always warned us about that."

"Okay, one – he's not a client, and two – he's not a client. How much did you see, Spike?"

"Enough." Why was it that every time he tried for innocent he wound up with naughty? I felt a blush rise up in my cheeks.

"Well, have fun, Sweets," Paul said.

"Spike will need a ride home."

"Vince can drive him."

"Unless the nurses let me stay?"

"We'll ask, baby."

"Okay. Well, I'm going home now. I want to start getting ready."

"Sweets, it's only 5. You've got some time."

"I know. But you know I don't like to wait until the last minute."

"Sure, babe. Go ahead. I'll see you tomorrow."

"And we'll want details!" Spike's laughter followed me out of the room.

I got home in record time and stripped as I hurried to the bathroom. I'd had my torso waxed a few days earlier, so that was something I didn't have to worry about, and the tan I'd acquired from the tanning bed we'd splurged on gave my skin a warm, rich tone.

I showered, shaved, and dithered about the cologne I should wear. I tried on every outfit I had, twice, before finally deciding on a preppy look. I wore a pair of brown linen slacks, a white tailored shirt with the sleeves rolled up to mid-forearm, and a buff sweater knotted around my neck. A topaz stud went in my right earlobe, a Rolex on my left wrist, and a sterling silver ID bracelet on my right.

Satisfied with the way I looked, I hung up the outfits I'd rejected. Then I gathered up all the clothes I had shed and stuffed them in the hamper, turned on the TV, and sat down to wait. I smoothed my hair. I had half an hour to spare.