Trace grunted in satisfaction, shouting Drew’s name out as Drew pounded into his ass there in the downpour.
Finally collapsing on the wet earth, they rolled together, kissing deeply, whispering words of love…words of forever. Above them, the inky sky glittered with a multitude of stars.
Chapter Five
A few months later, Drew and Trace bought a brand new ship equipped with huge water transport containers. They were now the sole licensees to transport rain water to dozens of planets, allowed to move freely across the universe in spite of being under government control.
Landed for the night on Planet Devon, Trace stirred in his bunk, waiting for Drew to return from signing the required documents with the Devonian government. The space beside him was cool and for a moment, he felt a flutter of panic. No, it wasn’t a dream. Drew was back in his life and they were finally together. They were a team. Trace found himself smiling. They were lovers, where they had always been meant to be. And they’d found rain.
He glanced at the clock on the wall. Drew would be back soon, grumpy for lack of sleep and stressed from dealing with the dense red fog that had greeted them with the coming of a spectral storm.
Trace thought about how he would greet Drew. He glanced down and saw his cock was waking up. Just thinking about Drew got him hard. He recalled their long wet kiss goodbye. He’d been tired, and Drew had told him to get some rest, that he’d deal with the paperwork.
“I promise to give you an amazing night in the sheets when you get back,” he’d told Drew.
“Hmmm…I’m holding you to that promise.”
Trace heard the door click open and raced towards it. Drew stepped inside the entrance, grinning when he saw his man naked, wearing nothing but a big, hard cock. He kissed Trace, his fingers closing over the shaft.
“This is a nice way to greet your man, baby.” They shared a long kiss that sent sparks through Trace’s body, until Drew broke away.
“Something smells good.” He sniffed appreciatively and Trace started stripping the sweater and jeans from his lover’s body.
In the bedroom, Drew took off his boots and Trace pushed him to the bed. Not hard! Hmm! This was a job for Super Bad Boy Lover. Drew lay on his back across the bed, smiling as Trace began kissing and licking him. Trace started to worry. He didn’t want to think Drew wasn’t in the mood for love because in his experience, Drew was always in the mood for love, but in reality, his big head was someplace else, playing havoc with his…er…little head.
Trace looked up at Drew who gazed unblinking at him. “What happened at the meeting?”
Drew shrugged. “Same old…same old.” He swept a hand across his eyes. “Same shit, different planetary orbit.”
Trace lit a candle in a glass jar by the bed. “Pink lotus. It’s a massage candle.”
“Massage candle, eh?” Drew watched as Trace stroked his legs upward, making the blood rush straight to his private treasure trove: Drew’s cock, balls and ass. He saw desire swim into Drew’s eyes as the scent of the candle grew stronger.
“I like those matches,” Drew said, his voice hoarse. They were black with white tips, quite sexy…but the thing Trace couldn’t wait to try was the brush. He dipped it into the pooling oil that was at the surface of the burning candle. He started with Drew’s feet.
“Oh, God, that’s good,” Drew moaned as Trace brushed along his feet, up his ankles towards his legs. He lay the brush down, following the path of the oil with his hands. Drew loved it. Trace gave him a great massage, repeating his pattern of brushing warm oil onto him and massaging his skin. Drew’s cock started to harden. It looked in urgent need of care, but Trace waited, difficult as it was for Drew to really crave the cock to mouth resuscitation. He started thrashing around on the bed when Trace ran his fingertips up Drew’s sides. Drew was trying to shove his cock in Trace’s mouth.
“For me?” Trace whispered and Drew nodded eagerly as Trace tongued the leaking head. His hand moved to Drew’s ass and his legs opened willingly. Trace dipped the brush into the oil again and Drew whined.
“No, don’t stop.”
Trace brought him to a fast and furious climax, using the brush on Drew’s ass hole as he licked and sucked his cock. Drew came so hard, Trace thought he would never stop. He lay the brush down and licked the cream he had not been able to swallow fast enough from Drew’s ball sac. He loved those balls of Drew’s. He could let his tongue play who’s your daddy with them all day long. His honey humped his face as Trace dipped the brush in the warm oil once more, this time streaking a determined path across his belly.
“Fuck, Trace,” he murmured, suddenly reaching for his face. “You sure you want to transport water with me? It’s not very exciting.”
“You’re the rogue, remember, not me? I don’t need that kind of excitement.” Trace rubbed the oil into his lover’s belly in a clockwork motion all the way up his diaphragm. He was waking up Drew’s central nervous system and every cell in his body was on red alert.
“Me neither, not anymore, not now that I have this…shit…fuck me!” Drew shrieked as Trace worked the oil into his skin. Pink lotus, Trace was told was a major aphrodisiac.
“Open your legs, bitch,” he said in Drew’s ear and Drew’s legs widened in happy response. Trace dipped the brush into the oil and placed it right on Drew’s ass hole again and the man went crazy. Trace’s mouth and tongue followed all the crazy brushstrokes and Drew’s breathing became laboured.
“I need to come, I want to come,” he moaned, looking up as two of Trace’s fingers worked into Drew’s warm, open ass. Working the brush along his butt cheeks as his ravenous mouth sucked on Drew’s ass hole and cock was too much for Drew who thrashed around on the bunk. Trace’s fingers went straight into his ass…the hottest, tightest, naughtiest place in the world…Trace’s own private paradise. He reached Drew’s prostate, stroking rhythmically. The convulsions from it sucked Trace’s hand to his lover’s ass and he bent his head and sucked on Drew’s thighs and cock with abandon. Drew grabbed Trace’s hand, holding it to his ass—as if Trace would ever take it away! He loved how Drew did that. Drew came in a blaze of Asian-induced heat and now he wanted to fuck.
“God help me…I have no idea what’s wrong with me.”
Trace knew. The pink lotus was working its magic on him. Now that he thought of it, the instructions had said, you only need a small amount…ooops. Drew was panting with desire. Oh, yeah. Trace instantly got on all fours. Drew got behind him, like a rutting dog in heat and Trace’s head dropped to the bed. Drew knew Trace loved to get fucked this way, to feel Drew bearing down on him, owning him, dominating him. Drew’s fingers went for the oil and he stroked it once, twice, across Trace’s ass hole.
“Stop teasing me and fuck me,” Trace snapped.
“I can’t believe I’m still hard,” Drew said. “What did you do to me, babe?” He cut right into him and they both cried out. Trace loved the way Drew fucked him, his fingers reaching for Trace’s nipples, stroking his cock, reaching everywhere he could. Trace closed his legs because he wanted Drew inside him harder and deeper. Drew grasped his hips, slamming into him. It felt incredible. Trace never wanted Drew to come because he did not want him to stop fucking him. He thrust his bottom back into Drew, meeting him each time he took that cock from Trace then planted it right back into him. He rotated his ass the way he had been taught by a male hula dancer many years ago and Drew started to gasp.
Trace knew Drew was going to come again and Drew took his cock out, pausing for a moment before giving it to him again in one delicious stroke.
“Don’t stop fucking me, Drew. Don’t come. I need your cock in me.” But Drew was too far gone. He went right back into his man and he came, his cock spewing and pulsing like Trace’s own special pink lotus deep inside him. He remained inside Trace, his balls slapping at his ass.
“I am never, ever going to stop fucking you,” he said against Trace’s ear. “Don’t you know I own your ass?”
; Trace grinned. That was quite all right with him.
About the Authors
I write not only for my own pleasure, but for the pleasure of my readers. I can’t remember a time in my life when I haven’t written and told stories. When I’m not writing, I’m dreaming about writing. Eroticism between consenting adults, in all its many forms is the icing on the cake of life but one does not live by sex alone. The story of how two people find love in spite of the odds is what really turns me on.
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A. J. Llewellyn is the author of over fifty published gay erotic romance novels. He lives in California, but dreams of living in Hawaii. Frequent trips to all the islands, bags of Kona coffee in his fridge and a healthy collection of Hawaiian records keep this writer refueled. A. J. loves male/male erotica, has a passion for all animals (especially the dog, the cat and the turtle). A. J. believes that love is a song best sung out loud.
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D.J. and A.J. love to hear from readers. You can find their contact information, website and author biography at http://www.total-e-bound.com.
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