Show Me

Casey Cameron

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Show Me

“So what about you?” Tony asked, staring intently at the whiskey in his glass. “Are you…that way?”

“What way do you mean?” Daniel resisted the urge to smirk. He knew exactly what Tony meant, but it was just so fun to watch the guy squirm.

Tony was a decent wrestler and a nice enough guy—if in that alpha-jock semi-clueless sort of way that indicated he was used to the world playing by his rules—and Daniel enjoyed his company, both during wrestling practice and during these “guy nights” the team had been having more often, now that their first tournament of the season was over and they could relax a little. Maybe he felt a little bad about giving Tony a hard time, but given how often he had to field questions about his designation and sexuality, he figured he was entitled to have a little fun with it once in a while.

Between his muscular build, no-nonsense fashion sense (lots of plaid flannel), thick beard (neatly trimmed, thank you very much), and his mild scent (like old paper and cut wood, he’d been told, though he couldn’t smell it himself), it always seemed to blow people’s minds that a) he was an omega, and b) he was gay. On a good day, it was amusing; on a bad day, it was infuriating.

This was one of the good days, though. At practice tonight, Derek Fisher, alpha golden boy of the wrestling team, had stormed out of the locker room and announced in a booming voice for all to hear that he “liked dick,” he had a boyfriend, and anyone who had a problem with that could fuck right off. It had been enough to shake up everyone’s routine and start a lot of conversations—some of them awkward as hell, but they were important to have anyway. The reaction to Derek’s announcement hadn’t been nearly as bad as Daniel might have guessed, and in general, the rest of the team was in high spirits. The bulk of the locker room talk afterward had centered around how red Coach Cavill’s face had gone when Derek interrupted his practice.

“You know,” Tony said, his tone lightly exasperated. “Do you, uh…are you…like Derek?”

“Are you?” Daniel countered, raising his eyebrows.

“No, I—of course not,” Tony stammered. “What kind of question is that?”

“Why would you ask if I am?”

Tony rolled his eyes, like the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. “Because you’re an omega. That’s how it is, right? That’s what you’re into?”

“Not all male omegas are gay,” Daniel said, swirling the drink in his glass. It was a Japanese whiskey, smooth and smoky, and the rich scent of it was enough to chase away the harsh acrid notes of anxiousness in Tony’s scent. He really should stop torturing the guy, but he had a point to make.

“But most are,” Tony said. “I mean, if you are or not, it doesn’t really matter to me. I was just curious.”

Liar, liar, pants on fire. “Most are, it’s true. But you still shouldn’t assume.” He paused, letting the silence drag on long enough that Tony looked like he was about to open his mouth again. “But yes, I am 110 percent gay.”

Tony sagged in relief, but the anxious tang of his scent didn’t fade. “That’s cool, man. I mean, like, not cool like better, but you know. It’s fine.”

Daniel snorted into his whiskey. “So glad I have your approval. Jackass.” He said it affectionately, though—he knew Tony meant well.

Daniel felt a heavy hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Randall looming behind them—Randall was 260 pounds of solid muscle, and had been wrestling in the heavyweight class since high school. “Looks like we’re the last ones here,” he said. “I’ve got an early class tomorrow—I’m gonna take off. See you guys at practice, yeah?”

“See you,” Tony said, sounding half distracted. The bar had emptied out considerably, and Daniel had barely noticed. Awkward questions aside, he did enjoy talking to Tony. Most of the time.

Tony was being quiet and awkward now, though, and Daniel had some studying to do before his 10 A.M. class in the morning. “I should probably get going, too. Nice hanging with you, Tony.” He picked up his glass to drain the last of his drink.

“Hey,” Tony said in a rush, “you should kiss me.”

Daniel choked on his mouthful of whiskey. It burned like hot coals up in his sinuses, and he coughed noisily for several seconds while Tony refused to meet his eyes.

“What the fuck, Tony?” he said when he was finally breathing again. “I’m not sure what kind of joke you’re playing, but it’s not funny.”

“Not a joke,” Tony said, his voice so much quieter than his usual bluster. “Just…I wonder what it’s like. And you said you’re not seeing anybody, so…”

“So you thought I could be a Gay Experience vending machine?”

“No!” Tony frowned and scratched his head. “Maybe. I just…I never gave it that much thought before, and now it seems like everyone’s…you know, doing that. I can’t—I mean, I wouldn’t want—I trust you.” He let out a frustrated sigh. “Never mind. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Daniel gave Tony a long look and noticed, as if for the first time, that Tony was a remarkably attractive guy. He wasn’t huge and broad like most alphas on the team; instead, he had a more wiry build, with barely-there muscle tone and olive skin that set off his sparkling green eyes. Inasmuch as Daniel had a “type,” Tony was pretty close to it. And he was funny and easygoing, and a blast to hang out with after practice.

It was a terrible idea, of course. Tony was right—he never should have said anything, because they were going to have to deal with each other at practice twice a week for the rest of the year, and now that he’d put that on the table, Daniel was going to be thinking of it any time they had to spar. Tony’s lips on his, Tony’s lean body pressed against him, Tony’s trusting green eyes. It was a recipe for disaster, but the whiskey was lighting a sluggish fire in his veins, and something about the way Tony’s voice had hitched when he said “I trust you” caught him right in the chest and made another fire build between his legs.

“All right,” he said, standing up and shrugging on his coat. “Let’s go.”

Tony blinked at him. “What?”

“I’m not going to kiss you in the middle of this bar. My apartment is a ten minute walk from here.” Tony looked at him blankly for a long moment, and Daniel rolled his eyes with a low chuckle. “Get a move on, jerk—this is a limited time offer.”

Tony slammed a $20 bill on the counter and grabbed his coat.

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“Nice place,” Tony said when Daniel closed the door behind them.

Daniel shrugged. “It’s okay. It’s not perfect, but it’s pretty cheap for how close it is to campus.”

“Well, it’s a hell of a lot better than the dorms.”

“Too true.” Daniel licked his lips. “You want to see the bedroom?”

Tony’s eyes widened in panic as he stammered a response. “Um, I—I didn’t think—maybe, uh…”

“Relax,” Daniel said, chuckling softly. “We’re not doing anything you’re not comfortable with. You just wanted a kiss, right? We can do that here.”

Tony’s relief was almost palpable. I may have just signed myself up for the most epic case of blue balls ever, Daniel thought sadly, but he stepped forward anyway. Tony didn’t move away.

“You let me know if I do anything you don’t like, okay?”

Tony nodded, and Daniel leaned in to kiss him.

It wasn’t an intense kiss; just the lightest press of lips against lips. Tony was rigid against him, breath puffing out through his nose as Daniel held their position for a few seconds. Daniel could feel the light scrape of stubble, and Tony’s rapid heartbeat fluttering just below his skin.

Finally he leaned back and searched Tony’s face for any sign of enjoyment or discomfort. Tony’s brow was slightly furrowed—he looked a little confused, or maybe disappointed, like he’d been waiting for a big dramatic revelation and hadn’t gotten it. “You can kiss back, you know,” Daniel teased. “It’s usually better if you do.”

“Shut up,” Tony shot back without any real heat, his lips pulled into a pout. “I know how to kiss.”

“Show me, then.”

This time was better. Tony leaned in at the last moment, meeting him before he made contact, and his tongue flicked out against Daniel’s lips, seeking entrance. Daniel was happy to comply; he didn’t mind taking the lead, especially when he knew he was the more experienced party, but he’d always loved it when an alpha just took charge. As Tony explored his mouth, he felt his cock growing hard in his jeans. He pressed himself closer against Tony, and felt an answering hardness against his hip.

Tony gasped, breaking the kiss, and Daniel felt a flash of worry that he’d taken things too far. He scanned Tony’s face, but all he saw there was lust—cheeks flushed, pupils wide, lips slightly parted and glistening with moisture. He brought his hands to rest on Tony’s sides and slowly, gently, rolled his hips, grinding their cocks together through layers of denim.

“Fuck,” Tony breathed, his voice reverent as he surged forward again, kissing Daniel with overwhelming force. He rocked against Daniel in an uneven rhythm, their bodies not quite sure how to work together to chase the pleasure they both wanted. Daniel moaned as Tony sucked on his lower lip, and Tony answered with a ragged moan of his own, hands hovering at Daniel’s sides but barely touching, fingertips just barely skimming the waistband of his jeans.

“C’mon, alpha,” Daniel rumbled, rocking against him again, “show me what you’ve got.”

The hands at his sides grabbed him tight, and Tony spun them both until Daniel’s back was facing the wall. Tony growled as he slammed Daniel against the wall, kicking his legs apart so he could fit himself between them. Tony’s cock was hot and throbbing against his; it burned even through layers of fabric, and the friction was exquisite agony as Tony ground them together, his hands on Daniel’s hips and his mouth on Daniel’s neck.

The pace of it was frantic and unstoppable. Distantly, Daniel wondered if he should stop it, if they should slow down and take the time to really explore each other, but Tony’s breath was hot and damp on his skin, his face buried in the junction of his neck and shoulder where his scent was strongest, and he felt his orgasm building low in his gut before he could find any words but “oh” and “yes” and “more.”

Daniel’s fingers scrabbled for purchase on Tony’s back, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and pulling him hard against his body. Tony gasped roughly and froze, his cock pulsing hot and heavy in his jeans, a new warmth spreading between them. The thick, musky scent of Tony’s release hit Daniel like a punch to the gut, and an instant later he was coming, too, making a mess in his pants like a fucking teenager, and loving every hot, sticky, filthy second of it.

“Oh, fuck,” Tony groaned, his forehead dropping against the wall with a soft thunk. “That wasn’t—I mean, I didn’t—sorry, I didn’t mean to lose it like that.”

Daniel let out a weak laugh, his racing heart beating a frantic rhythm in his chest. “That’s not quite what I was going for, either, but hey, no complaints from me.”

Tony huffed. “I just don’t want you to think that I’m, like, completely virginal or something. I don’t usually, uh…”

“Cream your jeans?” Daniel offered helpfully, and Tony groaned. With a laugh, Daniel said, “Yeah, me either. How about we just chalk it up to us both being awesome sex gods, and if anyone asks, we tell ‘em we were at it all night?”

Tony stiffened for an instant, and Daniel thought for a second that he was about to freak out over the idea of anyone finding out about this. Not that Daniel had any intent of telling anyone, but he’d been out since he was fourteen, and he had very little patience for anyone’s gay panic, especially when they should be quietly enjoying the afterglow.

But Tony relaxed a moment later, and puffed out a quiet laugh. “Sure,” he said, “that works for me. Or we could actually go at it all night, and our reputations would be safe.”

Daniel felt his lips curl into a lazy grin. “Sounds like a plan. Gonna let me show you the bedroom after all?”

Tony laughed again, louder and clearer. “Everything you’ve shown me so far has been great—why not?”

Daniel took Tony’s hand and led him down the hall, already making plans for what to show him next.

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About the Author

Casey Cameron lives in a rare urban center in the U.S. Midwest, where she can be found among her fellow deviants writing porn in coffee shops. She writes contemporary and paranormal gay romance and erotica with diverse characters, sex-positive relationships, and subversive themes, and apparently has a penchant for writing about men cooking for each other.

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