Class Acts Volume 1

Chapter 4-1

Chapter 4

The first touch of his lips to mine caused me to freeze for a moment, then my eyes closed as I melted, because his taste was smooth and laced with coffee and mints and so addictive. I forgot all about Jerry and Henry and my frustrating day, how much Simms infuriated me, how much I still missed my dad, and focused instead on the way our mouths melded, how the super-short hair on his scalp felt against my fingers, the rub of his facial hair on my skin making my nerves tingle. The way Simms’s hand gripped my hair, holding me in place, made me want to do anything he asked. Or ordered.

It was heady to be with someone bigger than I was, who almost made me feel small by comparison. I could feel his c**k grow, and mine responded, almost making me lose my breath. I thought I heard a gasp from somewhere, and barely remembered that there were at least two other people in the hallway. I forgot to care. Simms made me feel so…And then I lost all thought again as his other hand ran down my back to squeeze my ass, lifting one leg slightly to align our c***s perfectly.

I groaned into Simms’s mouth and his smile made me bite his lips and suck hard on his tongue, causing his hips to stutter. When I was about to blow—what was I, thirteen?—I broke the kiss, and placed a hand on his chest to get a breather and calm down. Panting, I asked, “What the hell are you doing?” though there was no heat behind the demand.

Before he could answer, Jerry, who was now standing next to us, along with a stunned Henry, said, “Hey, hot stuff. I guess that sweet ass isn’t missing my d**k anymore, huh? That was seriously smokin’. You guys ever do foursomes?” What had I ever seen in this dude, really?

Henry was trying to get him to shut up, but Simms answered before I could say anything out of sheer outrage. “Obviously, Fitz needed someone who would treat him right and not just like a hole where you could stick your c**k anytime you wanted. That what turns you on, buddy? Treating a man like a used tissue just because he’s willing to do whatever you want? What are you, a goddamn dog in heat?”

The anger and disgust in Simms’s tone surprised me. Jerry was shocked speechless, and Henry, apologizing profusely for his boyfriend, dragged Jerry back inside his apartment and shut the door.

I turned to Simms, unsure of what to say. No one had ever stood up like that for me, except my dad when he was alive and I was bullied in my neighborhood for being the poor, overweight gay kid, even as I tried to hold my own. Randy was a good friend, but he couldn’t fully understand the horrors I had been through, though he was a good listener and firmly in my corner. To have Simms, of all people…It almost made me tear up. Again.

Simms ran a hand over his head and grunted. “Sorry. People like that guy—users—piss me off. My stepdad Rocco was like him—I never knew my real dad since he died when I was fourteen months old. Mom gave my stepdad everything, and he screwed around on her, and eventually left us in the f*****g dust. It took me a long time to forgive him—and my mom—and she never stopped loving him. I still don’t know why.”

Shocked at what Simms said, or that he shared something so personal, it took me a moment to respond. “Why does anyone let themselves get walked on and treated like s**t?” I said, the pain in Simms’s voice making me want to hug him in comfort, which surprised me.

“You’re better than that, Fitz.” He cupped my cheek. “I’m an asshole, and pushy, and abrasive. I’m sorry about my behavior toward you when we met, and just now, but in the spirit of full disclosure, be aware that it might happen again. Just punch me like you did last time and it’s all good.” I glared at him, and he laughed. “You wouldn’t believe the s**t my buddies at the station have been giving me about that.”

“You deserved it,” I said, unable to stop myself from reaching up to cover the hand on my face.

“I usually do,” he grinned. “Look, I know what I want, and that’s to take you out some time, if you’ll let me. I think you’re sexy as hell, and I don’t care that you have a little extra around the middle. Gives me more to hold onto when my d**k is stroking your ass.”

I gasped. “You didn’t just say that!” I wasn’t blushing. I wasn’t charmed, either.

“I’m sure your hearing is working perfectly. Seriously, though, I want to get to know you better. Give me a chance, please?” My head resisted, but my heart…Well.

I swallowed and nodded, come what may. “This weekend? Sunday? I guess it depends on your schedule, too, huh.”

He shrugged. “I might get a call if a body turns up. Hazard of the job. Sunday would be great, though. Pick you up at five in the afternoon?”

I smiled shyly. “Okay. Anything specific I should wear?”

“Nothing would be great, but as an officer of the law, I shouldn’t support indecent exposure.” He winked and I nudged him with an elbow. “Dressy casual. How’s that?”

“I can do that.” He kissed me once more, a lingering, sweet affair that had me wishing for more when it ended. “I’ll see you then.”

I nodded and watched him walk away, unsure of what had just happened, but looking forward to more, anyway. I was so screwed.