Tempering Steele (Black Velvet Society 1)

Tempering Steele (Black Velvet Society)
Mychael Black
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Copyright ©2014 Mychael Black

The little Italian diner sat nestled between two office buildings downtown, and they made the best chicken parmigiana in the city. Alex's stomach rumbled as he walked through the glass double doors. The place was already busy, everyone coming off of work for a drink and good food. Alex scanned the room and grinned.

 

 

Darren stood and shook his hand before sitting again. Alex slid into the opposite side of the booth. "You look more relaxed than you sounded on the phone."

Alex thought back to his little jack session in his office and managed to suppress a shiver. "Yeah. Friday, you know... time to let it all go."

Those blue eyes -- more clear with a hint of blue -- reflected Darren's smile. "Very true." He waved for a waiter. "Appetizer first?"

"Hell, yes. I skipped lunch today."

Darren rolled his eyes and, when the waiter got to their table, ordered mozzarella cheese sticks and two beers. Alex took a moment to study his friend. They hadn't seen each other in three weeks, thanks to a conference Darren had, then work for them both. Darren sported a five o'clock shadow, giving his face a rugged appeal. Alex discreetly slipped a hand under the table and adjusted himself in his jeans. What the fuck had gotten into him lately?

"So," Darren said when the waiter left again, "what got you so dour earlier today?"

"Work, tired, lack of sex."

The waiter returned and placed their beers in front of them. Then he left just as quietly as he'd come.

Alex took a drink, only to glance up and find Darren watching him. "What?"

"You ever thought about looking online for people like us?"

"Something tells me you aren't talking about the gay thing."

Darren shrugged and took a swallow of his own beer. "Guess that fits in with it, yeah, but it's not the gist of it."

Alex sighed and sat back. He stared at the dark amber beer bottle as he turned it around and around in his hands. "Honestly? I've thought about it. The bars are... Well, let's just say I'm a bit old for cruising."

"Shit, Alex, I'm too old for it, too."

Alex nodded in understanding. He was only about five years younger than Darren. They'd celebrated Darren's forty-seventh birthday two months ago.

Their cheese sticks arrived and Alex groaned softly. The smell made his mouth water. He picked up a cheese stick and twisted it in the marinara sauce before taking a bite, careful not to burn the shit out of his mouth.

"So, this online idea," Alex said. "Any suggestions?"

Darren's smile turned wicked. "Black Velvet Society."

"I'm listening," Alex said, munching on another cheese stick.

Darren bit into one and his moan went straight to Alex's cock. "Damn, those are good."

Alex purposely did not look at the man's mouth. "So this website... Membership, I take it?"

Darren nodded, licking his fingers. Alex swallowed hard. "Yep. Haven't joined yet, but it looks intriguing. It's worth a shot, you know."

Yeah, Alex knew. He also knew he had a date with a dildo as soon as he got out of here. Darren was killing him, slowly and sweetly. No wonder the man was a sought-after Dom; he excelled in torture.

"Are you gentlemen ready to order?"

Alex nearly jumped when the waiter appeared out of nowhere. He ignored the curious look Darren gave him. "I'd like the chicken parmigiana, please. No salad."

"And you, sir?" the waiter asked Darren.

"Same," Darren said, though his gaze remained fastened on Alex. The waiter left them once more. "You're shaking, Alex."

"Just stress."

Darren didn't look like he believed a word of it, but thankfully, he let it go. "Back to the website... Why don't we both give it a shot?"

"Okay. Lord knows we'd have better luck online than in this damn town."

"Cool. Tell you what, why don't you drop by my place tomorrow?" Darren asked. "We can grill and hang out for a bit. Been a while since we just relaxed."

"Sounds good to me."

* * *

The front door barely closed before Alex had his jeans undone and his cock in hand. His head hit the door as he stroked, breath panting out of him. He groaned and shoved his jeans down his thighs. Balls cupped in his other hand, he squeezed and tugged. Lightning shot up his spine and he gasped. He ached everywhere. His cock leaked, and he used the precome to slick the head. He needed more, but his toys were in the bedroom and the good stuff was downstairs.

"You're shaking, Alex."

Alex's eyes rolled back and he shouted, heat spilling over his fist. He milked the last few drops, shuddered, and slumped back against the door.

What the hell was wrong with him?