Unravel

“Unravel”
by Mychael Black

In twenty-five years, if I’ve learned anything, it’s to never trust someone who says: ‘dude, cover for me’ while running like his ass is on fire.

I really should have learned to say no at some point.

***

It was a normal day — just like any other. I was working on a new set of sketches, pretty certain that I had a cohesive jumble of ideas for my latest collection. A full pot of coffee, a quiet niche in the otherwise vacant dressing room. No assistants, no publicists, no diva princesses bitching about this, that, or the other. Just a nice, relaxing morning.

Until my assistant burst into the room.

Troy took one look at me, nestled safely in my little corner, and made a beeline right for me. “Dude, I gotta make myself scarce. If anyone asks, I — fuck, I died or something.”

Before I could answer, he spun on his heel and ducked out the other door. What the hell?

A moment later, the first door opened again and a huge hulk of a man scowled in my direction. “Where’d that little prick go? I saw him come in here.”

“Uh — ” I really, really did not want to get involved in whatever trouble Troy’s dumb ass got himself into this time. “Um, can I help you?”

The man looked me up and down, then smirked. “Who the hell are you? Only employees are allowed in here.”

I bit the inside of my lip to keep from smiling. This had to be Dan, the new lighting guy. He was muscular, tall, and gruff as hell — just as Troy described him. So why the hell was Troy running from him? I started to tell him who I was, but something about the way his muscles tensed made me want to goad him, see how far I could push it. I wondered which side of the fence he sat on, or if he’d be willing to straddle it. Or me.  I wasn’t picky.

“Cat got your tongue, boy?”

Oh, now there was some serious potential behind that growly voice. The man’s stare was lethal. I sat back and kicked my feet up onto the counter top, fingers linked behind my head. Normally, I sucked at nonchalance, but I think I managed to pull it off fairly well this time. The growly papa bear stalked up to me, towering over my chair in all his glory. I wondered if his cock was as big as those damned biceps that threatened to bust out of his rolled-up sleeves. He crossed his arms, and when I looked up, I found him watching me with an unreadable expression.

“See somethin’ you want?”

I let my gaze slide slowly down his body, stopping for a second on the bulge in his tight-as-sin jeans, then back up to his face. “Maybe.”

One dark brown eyebrow rose. “I see. Then maybe I’ll just take Troy’s punishment out on your hide.”

Please?

Resisting the urge to grin, I managed a somewhat coy expression. “What’d he do?”

“Aside from being a little pain in the ass?” Broad shoulders lifted and fell in a shrug. “He has a bad habit of taunting the bear, as he puts it.”

“Sounds…” I met his gaze and realized how familiar those blue eyes were, the shape of his jaw, his nose — all seemed a bit like Troy’s. I felt like a damn light bulb went on over my head.

“He’s my kid brother.”

I nodded. It made sense. Despite our closeness in age, I never felt any sort of attraction to Troy’s boyish, youthful appearance. His brother was an entirely different story.

“You never answered my question.”

This chance was too good to pass up. If I told him who I was, it might very well put an abrupt halt on things before we even started. I pondered the options, then grinned up at him.

“Who do you want me to be?” I dropped my feet to the floor and turned, face just a little above crotch-level with that fine body. “Want me to beg?”

A firm grip seized my chin, lifting my head to see his face. “You want that ass busted, don’t you, boy?”

I couldn’t begin to stop the shiver. Common sense fled at the prospect of those big hands landing on my ass. It wasn’t one of those fantasies I regularly indulged in, but when the opportunity presented itself…

“I’m waitin’.”

“Where? When?”

“Here and now. Drop your pants and bend over my knees,” Dan ordered as he sat down.

The momentary thought of ‘what the fuck am I doing?’ jumped into my head, but lust quickly replaced it when I caught sight of the mouth-watering bulge in his jeans again. Before I could chicken out, I got up and undid my pants. Standing before him, I let my slacks fall to the floor. Dan pulled me down until I was draped over his knees, my ass in the air. I still had my briefs on, but the twinge of sheer vulnerability was there. Even though I’d known Troy for over a year, I knew nothing about his brother. Except that Dan was hot as hell and had big hands.

“You still ain’t tellin’ me who you are?” he asked, one palm making slow circles over my ass.

It took all I had not to moan and spread my legs. I could feel him under me, his cock pushing against his jeans, my own trapped and rubbing on his thigh with every slight movement. Either I was really lucky at having found a guy who’d do this, or I was getting into more eventual trouble than I could handle. His other hand rested on the small of my back, keeping me down. Then the hand on my ass disappeared. It was all the warning I had.

The sound of his palm landing on my backside was loud. I jerked and grunted, cock twitching as I tried to gain more friction. Another blow to my right ass cheek sent heat through me, my thighs parting in response. I closed my eyes and let go, not caring anymore who might come in and see me draped over the lighting manager’s lap while he spanked my ass.

“Like that?” he rumbled, smoothing his hand over my left cheek.

“Yes…please…” I knew I was begging, but I couldn’t help it. I needed more. No one else ever seemed to get into it like this, not like him. He was rock hard beneath me, and God, all I wanted was for him to make me burn then fuck my mouth.

Dan chuckled and landed several successive blows to my ass until I writhed, crying out at the burn. Fuck, it felt good — hot and aching. So out of it, so lost in my own little world, I was barely aware that he’d lowered my underwear.

“Mm, would you look at that?”

I hissed when the coolness of his palm touched my abused, heated skin.

“Nice and red, just ripe for fucking, wouldn’t you say?”

I groaned. Fuck, yes. Oh, fuck yes, please. I tried to spread my legs more, but yelped when he slapped my ass hard, the pain sharp as fuck on bare skin. It was enough to bring tears to my eyes, enough to nearly make me come right then and there. “Please!”

“Please what?”

Dan spread my cheeks and I felt myself blush from head to toe, humiliated as fuck and cock so hard, it hurt. I waited for him to do something, but he just kept me there, one hand spreading my ass cheeks, letting the cool air of the AC vent overhead blow down onto my hole. “Is this ass as sweet as it looks?”

Mister, I’d coat myself in powdered sugar and shove a lollipop up my ass if it would keep you doing that.

“You’re welcome to find out.” I left off the ‘sir’ despite the urge to say it. I wasn’t sure how far this would go, though I certainly hoped to get my ass — oh, sweet fuck… One thick finger circled my hole, then pushed inside, surprisingly slick. “How — where — oh, God…” I moaned, hips lifting.

“You think I go anywhere unprepared?” Dan twisted his hand, finger grazing my gland and sending sparks shooting up my spine.

I jerked and he chuckled, strokes relentless as he rubbed the small mound inside me.

“I love a responsive boy.”

“Yes,” I groaned. “Oh, God, yes…”

Another finger joined the first and Dan spread them, opening me up. I cried out, arching off his lap, only to be pushed back down roughly with his other hand.

“Didn’t tell you to move, boy,” he snapped.

He shoved both fingers into my ass and I lost it. Fingers digging into his calf, I shouted, bucking wildly, fucking myself on those thick fingers as I soaked his jeans and my underwear.

Dan pulled his fingers out and slapped my ass. “Get up.”

Legs shaky, I stood, the blush returning when I saw the wet stains on his thigh and my underwear. Jesus, that was… Damn. I pulled up my pants and refastened them just as Troy came into the room.

“Whoa! Uh…” He looked between me and Dan, eyes narrowing. “Dude, bro…please tell me you didn’t…”

I groaned and dropped into the nearest chair, only to bite my tongue when I remembered just how sore my ass was. “What is it, Troy?”

Troy’s grin was positively wicked, like a kid who knew a secret his big brother didn’t. He glanced at Dan. “Do you always make it a habit of nailin’ the boss?”

“What?” Dan’s confusion would’ve been funny if it weren’t for the ‘I’m going to beat your ass again’ look that he gave me. “Excuse me?” He leaned forward, forearms on his knees, and glared at me. I chewed on my bottom lip. “Who are you?”

Troy snorted and before I could say anything, he strode up to Dan’s chair and hit his brother’s shoulder with what could only be my professional dossier. Dan took the binder and opened it. A few minutes later, he looked up at me.

“Troy, give us a minute alone.”

Soon as Troy was gone, Dan stood and pulled me to my feet, my dossier still clutched in his other hand. “Why am I torn between wanting to walk out of here while I still have a job, and wanting to kiss some sense into your head? Why the hell didn’t you tell me who you were when I asked?”

“Because you would’ve walked away.”

“Yeah, I probably would have if I had any sense of my own,” he muttered.

“You pissed?”

Dan sighed. “Honestly? No. Tell me something, though—and this time, I mean it.”

“What?”

He tossed the binder on my chair and hauled me up against that hard body. “Do you always beg for strange men to spank you?” he whispered close to my mouth.

“No. I — ”

Dan’s mouth crashed down on mine and I moaned, arms sliding around the man’s neck. He bit my bottom lip and soothed it with his tongue before plunging inside. I sucked on his tongue and he reached down, grabbing my ass in both hands and tugging me up against him.

“So if I wanna fuck the boss, I’m not gonna get fired?”

“God, no,” I murmured. “By all means, fuck the boss.”

Just as Dan leaned in for another kiss, Troy burst back into the room. We both growled and glared over him. Troy had the decency to at least look sorry for the interruption.

“Yes?” I asked, one eyebrow lifting.

“Uh, we still gotta fix the sleeves on the jersey dress to fit Kate.”

Shit. I sighed and nodded, letting Dan go. “All right. Meet me in the workroom.”

When Troy was gone again, Dan laughed. “No wonder you aren’t attached. It’s a miracle you have time.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “No kidding. Besides, I’m not the relationship type — don’t feel like dealing with the bullshit that comes with it.”

“I can understand that,” Dan said, though he didn’t look entirely convinced. I wanted to ask what he thought, but then he just smiled. “I need to get things set up for the show anyway. Catch you later?”

“Sure.” I gave him a quick kiss, then headed out of the room before either of us took it any farther.

Soon as I got to the workroom, I closed out the rest of the world. No temptations, no nosy assistants, no –

The door opened and I twisted to see Troy. To say he looked smug was an understatement. It was then that it hit me. He set me up.

“You ass!”

Troy laughed and slapped my shoulder. “Oh, c’mon. You would’ve run the other direction if I’d told you the truth about who he is.”

Scowling, I turned away from him and back to the mannequin. At least the damn thing couldn’t smirk and laugh at my expense. I was happy as a bachelor. Really, I was. I pinned the top edge of the left sleeve to the left shoulder and smoothed the jersey down. I refused to give my assistant the satisfaction of knowing that he was right. I kept myself out of relationships because, quite frankly, I was sick of the emotional bullshit attached with them. Not that I actually had a relationship with Troy’s brother, but still.

“Hey, Boss man, the models just arrived. Where you want ‘em?”

Speak of the devil. I took the other straight pin out of my mouth and exhaled. “Um, send ‘em to the dressing room for right now. I’m altering this piece.” I risked a glance over toward the door just in time to catch a grin and a quick wink from Dan before his head disappeared back out.

“Give him a chance?” Troy prodded from where he sat on a nearby stool.

“Why?” I stepped back and tilted my head, studying the dress. “What do you think?”

“About the dress? Or about your unfounded fears that my brother will break your fragile heart?”

“Fuck you,” I muttered.

“Don’t swing that way, Boss. As for the dress, it works. Too bad we lost Daniella, but I think Kate’s a better walker anyway. More swing to her step.”

I set the last of the pins down and nodded. “Yep. Okay, I’m gonna go deal with the divas. I need you to re-sew this sleeve back onto the dress. I did the other side last night.”

“Yeah, I know.” Troy jumped off the stool and took the garment off the dress form. “Go do your thing; I got this.”

Leaving him to it, I headed out and downstairs to the dressing room. I tried to push Dan out of my head, at least long enough to deal with the impending show, but the more I fought against the thoughts, the stronger they barged in. Before I realized it, I stood before the Technical Room — instead of the dressing room. I started to turn and walk away when the door opened.

“Not gonna say hi?”

I stopped, back to him, and bit my bottom lip. “I-I went the wrong way, but hi.”

“Okay, so I did fuck up earlier.”

“No!” I spun around, only to find us closer than I’d realized, my face nearly pressed against his sternum. Jesus, the man was fucking tall. And huge. And, fuck, he smelled good… “Dan, I — ” I licked my lower lip and lifted my gaze slowly. Just looking at those blue eyes made me weak in the knees like a damn virginal schoolgirl.

He was so close — right there, waiting. I felt the heat, the strength, the power behind those acres of muscles. I wanted to spread him out and lick every inch, ride his thick cock, then lick some more. One dark eyebrow rose and I knew my fantasies might as well have been written on my forehead in permanent marker. But he wasn’t moving, wasn’t offering me the least bit of help while I floundered like a fish out of water. I was a grown man. Grown men don’t get tongue-tied and weak-kneed and… Oh, God, I wanted to kiss him.

“Yes?”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Raking a hand through my hair, I exhaled in frustration. “Okay, let’s try it this way. I like you — a lot. Hell, just looking at you makes me wanna bend over and beg. I’m not used to that, though. I’m not the kind of guy to drop to my knees and pledge everlasting devotion, even if I do get off on having my ass bright red and burning by the time I’m fucked.”

“Hey.” Hands cupped my head, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Chill. Okay? Yeah, I wanna fuck you into the nearest surface, but I’m not gonna push you into anything.”

How the hell did I get into this again? I blinked, stared into those eyes. What was I saying? Dan smirked and then I was moaning into his mouth, his lips over mine, tongue thrusting between them. I didn’t know what to do, where to put my hands. I felt like a teenager again — quite literally tongue-tied and breathless. When he pulled back, I licked my lips, still tasting him there.

“I gotta go,” I muttered. “Gotta — um — models, that stuff.”

Dan nodded and let me go. “The show starts at five, right?”

Show. Show. Oh! “Uh.” I glanced at my watch. It was two o’clock. “Yeah, five. Show starts at five. I need to go get the models ready, brief ‘em on the show, get ‘em to makeup…” I knew I was rambling, but I couldn’t stop. And I didn’t want to go.

“Philip.”

“Huh?”

“Go. Get the models taken care of, then come back here.”

“Okay.”

Dan grinned and leaned down to kiss me again. Then he slapped my ass. I left in a daze, on autopilot as I focused on the tingle from the light smack. Was I really going to come back up, let him have his way with me? Stopping in the hallway, grateful it was empty, I reached back and rubbed my ass cheek where his palm had hit. It hadn’t been that hard, but I still felt the warmth seeping into me. I’d firmly kept myself off-limits to staff, even though a few had tried their best to gain my attention. So why was he any different? Was this really something I wanted to pursue?

“Oh, give up,” I mumbled to myself. “You fucking want it.”

Sighing, I continued down the hall toward the models’ dressing room.

***

That evening’s show was a success. A glowing, brilliant success — if the crowd was anything to go by. I couldn’t begin to hide my smile. When Daniella left for Milan, I thought we’d be hard-pressed to find another like her. Then Kate waltzed in. With her long legs, that cool attitude, and a strut that would make any seasoned alley cat envious, she stole the show. The applause as she headed back down the runway was deafening.

“Damn good show, if I say so myself.”

Oh, shit. I swallowed and looked over at Dan. “Uh, thanks.”

“You didn’t come back.” He crossed his arms, those huge muscles flexing. My mouth went dry.

“I – um — got busy — pre-show stuff, ya know.” Jesus. Why did I get so tongue-tied with him around? He was just a man. A very tall, very big, very sexy man — but still a man.

Dan looked around. “Show’s over. Reception isn’t for another hour.”

An hour was a long time to — um… I argued with myself as he got closer. By the time he reached me, my cock could’ve cut glass, my heart was beating my ribcage into dust, and my ass already felt the sting of those hands. I stepped back, putting a little distance between us again.

“I can’t…” I shook my head, feeling defeat settle heavy in my chest. God, I wanted him, but to get involved — with an employee — would no doubt lead to trouble.

“What are you afraid of?”

“I’m not afraid,” I protested. “I just — aw, hell. Look, I’ve seen what can happen when someone gets involved with an employee, okay? I’ve heard the accusations of favoritism, the glares, the rumors flying rampant. It’s just not a good thing to get into.”

Much to my surprise, Dan nodded. “I suppose that makes sense.”

I let out the breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. “God, it’s not that I don’t want you. Far from that. It’s just that — ”

“I quit.”

“What?”

Dan stepped up closer, crowding me until my back hit a wall. “I said: I quit, Philip.”

“But, why?” So, it was a stupid thing to ask, especially when presented with the possibilities, but I couldn’t think. All I wanted was to touch, to kiss, to worship every damn inch of the huge body in front of me. I looked up at his face. “Why is it so important that you’d quit?”

“Because there’s something about you that makes me want to keep you, to never let you go. I’m not the mushy, romantic type, but I know what I want in a man.”

“I’m just a fashion designer,” I said quietly.

“You’re talented as fuck.”

“I can get emotional sometimes.”

“You’re also hot as hell when you beg.”

This wasn’t working. “I hate football and beer.”

“I don’t drink, and I prefer baseball.”

I groaned. “You’re not playing fair. You’re supposed to call me a pansy and go find someone more manly.”

Dan chuckled. “Give up already, will ya?”

I scowled at him and poked a finger in the middle of his chest. “What the fuck is it about you that makes you so — ”

I didn’t get a chance to finish. His mouth came down on mine, Dan’s tongue pushing between my lips, making me moan. Yeah, this was it — this was why he was so irresistible. The way he kissed, the way he tasted, the weight of his hands on my hips; it all scrambled my brain until nothing existed but sheer need.

What was I talking about?

Dan pulled back and grinned. “You done arguing?”

“Uh huh.”

“Good.” He leaned down and kissed me again, tugging our bodies together. “Want you,” he whispered on my lips. “Want inside, Philip.”

“Please. God, please…” I rubbed on him like a cat in heat, one leg going up to wrap around his hip. When he popped the button on my jeans, I thanked God we were back amidst the racks of clothes and relatively out of sight. “Dan.” A big, warm hand circled my cock, taking my breath away. “Oh, fuck, yes…”

“Gonna come for me, baby? Take the edge off before I fuck that sweet ass?” Dan’s breath was hot on my neck, his words searing me from the inside out. He stroked my prick, thumb pressing into the slit. I hissed, hips jerking.

“Dan. Fuck, don’t stop,” I panted. My head fell back and I moaned, thrusting into his fist. Dan bit down on my neck and I saw stars, biting my tongue hard to keep from shouting as I came. He soothed the bite, then pulled back. I drew his hand up and sucked his fingers clean, watching his eyes darken.

“Either get your ass somewhere private, or I’m fucking you here,” he growled.

I let go of his hand. “Fabric room.”

I tucked myself back in and grabbed his shirt. A quick look around and then I led the way quickly down the hall toward the fabric room, where we kept spare fabric samples. Soon as the door was closed and locked, Dan spun me around and bent me forward over one of the worktables. He shoved my jeans down to the floor and landed a hard slap to my right ass cheek.

“Please! Oh, fuck, need it, Dan…”

He chuckled and spread my ass cheeks. Moaning, I pressed back when I felt his hot breath on my hole. I heard him move, then came the sound of his jeans dropping. Then everything else faded as two slick fingers circled my asshole and slid inside. I whimpered and wiggled, hoping for more. Dan took his time, peppering my back with kisses as he finger-fucked me.

“So hot,” he murmured. “Ready for me, baby?”

“Yes, now. God, please, now.”

I didn’t have time to feel empty. Dan’s fingers left and then he filled my ass, his thick cock stretching me open. I felt him everywhere — above me, inside me. He took it slow, keeping the strokes deep. I dug my fingers into the jersey on the table, bunching the dark blue fabric in my fists. Every thrust threatened to drive me insane, each one ratcheting the need for release higher. I never realized I was close until it hit me. So lost in the in-and-out slide of Dan’s cock, I cried out when my orgasm surprised me.

Dan grunted and grabbed my hips, picking up the pace. He got faster and harder, pumping in and out. “Philip, fuck!” He shouted and drove his cock deep, hips grinding against my ass as he came.

Breathless, I collapsed onto the table, panting. “Holy shit.”

He rubbed a hand up and down my back and withdrew slowly. I heard him take off the rubber, then he kissed my shoulder. “Oh, yeah.”

I stood and turned, chewing on my bottom lip. When I looked up, I found him watching me. I didn’t remember post-sex moments being quite so awkward before. “Dan, I — ”

Dan put a finger on my lips, quieting me. “Philip. No explanations are needed. I want this to continue. Hell, I’d love to make it more than just casual fucking, but if you don’t want that, I’m fine with it.”

Smiling behind his finger, I lowered his hand. “I was gonna say that I suck at relationships, but I’d like to give this one a chance.”

“Oh.” He grinned. “Cool.”

I draped my arms around his neck and tugged him down for a kiss, whispering on his lips. “I’m grouchy in the mornings and tend to steal the covers.”

“I leave the top off the toothpaste most of the time.”

I laughed and kissed him hard. “I think we’ll manage.”

(c) 2008 Mychael Black