Page 30 of Heart of a Hero

A tap on the shoulder pulled him out of the happy mental fog that had surrounded him. “I want to dance with him,” a man said as soon as Conrad turned around. He was a little unsteady on his feet. “You can’t monopolize the really hot guy all night.”

“Yes, I can,” Conrad retorted. “You’ve had too much to drink. Go get something to eat and find somewhere to sit until you feel better.” Damn, this party was turning out to be a real dud. Guys hitting on the server, and now stupid drunks hitting on Forrest.

“I want to dance with the hunky Hulk.” He lurched forward, and Forrest caught him. The guy was nearly off his feet, and yet he started licking at Forrest’s nipple. Forrest pulled him away, manhandled him to a chair, and got him plopped down into it.

“Stay there,” Forrest told him before guiding Conrad back toward the stairs. “Let’s get our stuff and go home.” He shook his head.

“We can stay if you want to talk to your friends.” He didn’t want Forrest to leave if he wasn’t ready.

“I’ve had enough.” He guided Conrad upstairs and said good-bye to Dale and Jack, explaining about the drunk guy downstairs as well as the ones who had made passes at Dale’s nephew.

“I’ll take care of the drunk. Those assholes are all yours,” Jack said after patting Dale on the shoulder. Then he went off downstairs, and they said good night to Dale before leaving the house just as he rounded on the guys hitting on his nephew.

“Sorry about that,” Forrest said once they were in the car. “This used to be fun, but it wasn’t this big or so out of hand.” He pulled out of the drive and turned on the main road that would lead them back to the highway.

The drive to Carlisle went smoothly. They stopped at Forrest’s apartment and went inside. “I really need to get this makeup off,” Forrest said almost as soon as he stepped inside. “It’s starting to feel funny.”

“Then go get in the shower,” Conrad told him. He needed to take the makeup off his face as well, so he followed Forrest and used the sink while he started the water. Once Conrad had his makeup off, he slipped out of his costume and got in the shower with Forrest. “I think you need some help.”

The water ran green as the makeup sluiced away under the spray. Conrad grabbed the soap and lathered his hands to wash Forrest’s wide back, removing the last vestiges of the makeup. He made sure to get his shoulders and the back of his neck, removing any hint of green.

“I didn’t put makeup on my butt,” Forrest said as Conrad let his hands roam lower.

“Are you sure?” Conrad teased before sliding his hands upward. “Raise your arms,” he said and got the hints of green from places Forrest couldn’t reach. Then he had him turn around and washed his chest and down his belly, checking all the hidden places. “Damn, you make me want to climb you.”

Forrest’s eyes darkened before he slid his arms around him and pulled Conrad to him. “You’re the beautiful one.”

Conrad took his lip possessively. “When that guy wanted to dance with you, I wanted to rip his eyes out. I was so jealous in that moment. You make me want you all the damned time.”

“I want you too.” Forrest said as he turned them in the tub and pressed Conrad against the back tile wall.

“Fuck,” Conrad breathed as Forrest stroked his cock, using a firm grip to drive him crazy.

“Yeah, we’ll get to that,” Forrest said softly. “But for now, it’s just you and me right here, and I could tell how on edge you were all night. I could feel it when we danced.”

“Yeah.” At the moment his legs shook, and he was so excited he wasn’t sure how long he was going to be able to stand.

Forrest leaned closer. “Oh yeah. And you’re right there now. You just need a little more and you’ll tip over the edge and come for me.” Conrad’s head buzzed and his breathing grew shallow. Forrest stroked him harder, and he clamped his eyes closed.

“Forrest….”

“Just let it go. That’s all you need to do.” Forrest stroked harder, carrying Conrad to the edge and then over the precipice. Conrad tumbled into his release, holding onto Forrest so he didn’t collapse into the tub.

“Jesus,” Conrad whispered as Forrest held him upright, arms around him firmly. “Don’t let me fall.”

“I won’t ever do that if I can help it.” Forrest maneuvered Conrad until he was under the water, the warmth reviving him until Forrest turned it off and got them each a large, soft towel. Forrest dried himself and wrapped the towel around his waist. Conrad followed him out of the bathroom, his attention on Forrest’s backside.

They made it to the bedroom. Towels fell to the floor, and Forrest tugged him into bed. Heat, weight, and passion all met in each of Forrest’s touches, and Conrad vibrated from under him.

Forrest knew how to play him like an instrument, his hands plucking, tongue licking and wetting, his lips blowing, taking Conrad to heights he had only dreamed of, only this time he didn’t quite reach the top.

“I love you like this,” Forrest said meaningfully as he watched Conrad so intently, he almost wanted to try to disappear. He took him between his lips and sucked his cock as he stole the air from his lungs. He wanted to ask Forrest how he knew to do that, but he couldn’t really speak. And to add to the intensity, Forrest teased a thumb over his opening, sending waves of pleasure running through him.

“Don’t stop,” he finally managed to say. Forrest didn’t answer other than to slide the digit deeper and take him to the root in a single motion that made his head spin.

Conrad squirmed, desperately needing just a little more, But Forrest held him at bay and then pulled back, slowing things down. “Why did you stop?”

“Because I want to take things further, but I’m not sure if you’re ready for that or if you want that.” Forrest’s voice was rough and deep, filled with desire. “We don’t need to go any further than we already have if that’s what you want. I know we talked about this a little before, but….”