"For sex? Last night was the first time I touched Drew in that way. But he sat with me, he talked to me, once or twice he held me while I completely lost control. And after you woke up angry and messed up, he yelled at me. Made me eat, made me bathe, took me to an AA meeting, and sat with me while I put myself back together. So, yeah, whether we like it or not, Drew is a part of us. He carries the weight of that time with him the same as you and I do. Harper's death, how he died, eats at him. He talked to me, too, you know, about how he tried to save him but couldn't. His Superman Complex might just be superior to yours."
"I do not have a Superman Complex," Nathan hissed through his teeth. He dug his fingers into Quinn's ass, pulling him tight against him so he could grind his zipper into his exquisite erection.
"Then why are you worrying about our relationship? And fuck, baby, if you keep that up, I'm not going to let you out the door." Quinn sucked in a breath, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as Nathan arched against him teasing him. "Oh, fuck. Shit, you know what? I misspoke. You've been a bad man, Nathan Truman, and you need to be punished."
"Who's going to punish me?" Nathan liked how he trembled in his arms. God, he loved this man.
"I am." Quinn reached up and grabbed a fistful of Nathan's hair and dragged his head back. "On your knees, pretty boy. I want to fuck your nasty mouth."
Nathan sank to his knees, smiling up at his lover. He opened his mouth and flexed his tongue; he could feel the bar move in the muscle. Quinn's eyes turned smoky. "Did I ever tell you how much that piece of metal in your mouth turns me on?"
"I believe you were mad at me for a month after I did it. So what changed your mind?" Nathan tugged the front of Quinn's pants down and lightly licked his way from the base of his rigid cock to the head.
"That. Oh, Jesus, do you have any idea how good that feels?" Quinn's knees went wobbly, and Nathan caught him around his waist to hold him up.
"Actually, no, I don't. I've only ever had your tongue on my … Okay, that's not true; sometimes I forget about the women I've been with, but none of them had any kinky piercings." The look that flitted across Quinn's face caught him off guard. "What is that look for?"
"How could you forget about women? I see you looking. I don't understand."
Nathan sighed and leaned his head against Quinn's stomach. "As much as you seem to want me in the bisexual category, Quinn, I'm not. Not anymore, at least. Maybe I was once. Hell, I'm not even sure about that now. Being married to Kim went a long way to making me face my demons. Why we fought all the time, why I thought about you when we made love. Or when I stumbled into a gay porn site and liked it way too much. I haven't thought about making love to a woman since about a year into my marriage. After my divorce and before you came home, I masturbated to gay magazines. And when you did come home, all that slapped me upside the head and I went into denial. I loved you, I wanted you, but we had so much bad blood between us. I let you go on thinking … I'm sorry."
Quinn sank to his knees in front of him, his eyes filled with naked longing. "You're gay? I mean, just like I am?"
"Come on, Quinn, don't give me that look. Okay, not just like you. I don't like electronica or dance music and I hate to dance. And, baby, you flame sometimes."
"I do not." Quinn's voice rose an octave and Nathan lifted his eyebrow. "Okay, point taken. So I like to dance and I like to sing and I like clothes. And I'm a little too fond of my makeup woman because she makes me look pretty on stage. But I am no queen."
"I didn't say you were. God, no, you're just Quinn. Always a little gayer than the guy next door."
"Shut up and blow me." Quinn punched his shoulder, the sparkle back in his eyes.
"Nuh-uh, you lost that pleasure when you made me talk about my feelings. I'm late now as it is." Nathan started to climb to his feet, but Quinn pulled him back down to kiss him. Nasty words tumbled off his sweet tongue between kisses and Nathan gave in. He pushed Quinn onto his back and yanked his pants down to his knees and slid his mouth over the head of his cock, catching the ball on his tongue in the slit as he went down. In moments, Quinn was arching into his mouth, his words guttural, vulgar. The more vulgar, the harder Nathan sucked him, the more he pressed the ball into the underside of his cock, the faster he pumped him. When he went over, Nathan held his cum in his mouth and then crawling up his body, he kissed his lover. The look in Quinn's eyes as he swallowed his own spunk left Nathan feeling oddly exhilarated.