Christian

by Sean Michael

  “I’ve been right here waiting for you all your life. And I’m not interested in lamenting or worrying about the past. I want to move forward with you. And I keep telling you—nobody is perfect. You’re going to screw up. Hell, I’m going to screw up. What’s important is how we move on from the mistakes, how we support each other.”

  “Yeah. I want you to be right. A lot.” Chrissy leaned back into him with a sigh.

  “I want you to believe in yourself, but if you can’t, believe in me. Trust in me. I want the very best for both of us.” He rubbed Chrissy’s belly, and his boy inhaled deep, moaning in his chest. “That’s right, boy. Trust that I will take care of you.”

  He placed kisses along Chrissy’s neck, breathing in the sweet smell. Even just being free of cigarettes for a couple of days Chrissy smelled better—like Chrissy and not smoke.

  He walked Chrissy leisurely out of the kitchen, sure and steady, all the way back toward the bedroom. If Chrissy didn’t want to make love, they could cuddle, breathe together. Chrissy would know that he was loved and cared for.

  “I know this is hard, maybe scary. We’re going to explore so many things. I’m going to prove that this is a life for us.”

  When they got to the bedroom, he took his own clothes off unhurriedly—Chrissy was mostly undressed in those tiny shorts and he’d get rid of those once he was naked himself.

  Chrissy sat on the edge of the bed, watching him with a dazed expression.

  “How are you feeling?” He knelt by Chrissy and tugged at his shorts, working them off gradually.

  “I don’t know.” Chrissy pushed into his arms as soon as they were both naked and he surged up, getting them both onto the bed so they were comfortable.

  “That’s okay, you know?” He ran his hands over as much of his boy as he could reach, warming the lovely skin.

  “It is?” His boy looked at him, and Jerusalem melted.

  “It is.” He pressed their foreheads together and breathed Chrissy in again.

  Chrissy closed his eyes with a soft sigh that didn’t sound worried at all. Perfect.

  He continued to touch gently, to place soft little kisses all over Chrissy’s face, just loving on his boy. It worked, his boy’s breathing slowed, chasing his kisses.

  He loved that he could make Chrissy feel better, that his touches and kisses—his care—made things better.

  Chrissy began to hesitantly return his kisses, bring their lips together. He pressed against Chrissy’s mouth and brought their bodies close together so they could rub. His boy hadn’t been turned on, but Chrissy was getting there, his pretty prick half hard.

  He didn’t push it. He let it happen as it did, Chrissy’s body making its need known.

  Chrissy began to move against him, soft sighs becoming groans.

  His needy boy. He deepened the kisses slowly, letting the heat continue to build between them. Chrissy whimpered into the kiss, hand sliding down his side. He hummed, pushing into the touch. He craved that touch, the hunger that hid in his boy. He wanted Chrissy to come to him with it willingly, wanting, looking to him to satisfy him.

  “So hot, man.” Chrissy cupped his cock, fingers sliding over the tip.

  “It’s good you think so.” It would suck if the attraction went only one way.

  “Just good?”

  He laughed softly. “You want to make it better than good. Keep doing what you’re doing.”

  Chrissy kept stroking and petting, playing with his cock and making him need.

  “You’ve got good hands, boy.”

  Chrissy blushed for him, stroking his cockhead, the touch sure and steady.

  Much as he was enjoying it, it felt strange, lopsided, to be the one just lying there being pleasured. He reached for Chrissy’s cock. His boy was heated, shifting under his fingers.

  He rubbed his thumb back and forth across the tip, playing with those little slit-lips. Chrissy hissed and pressed into his cockhead in response.

  “Mmm. Nice.” He slid his leg over top of Chrissy’s.

  Chrissy’s cock jerked as he held his boy down, even this little bit.

  His boy’s body was telling him loud and clear this was what he needed to be doing, what they both needed to be doing. Together.

  “Going to make you fly, boy. Going to make you scream.”

  “I don’t scream.”

  He blinked. “Wanna bet?”

  Chrissy looked at him, passion flaring in his eyes. “Sure. What are we betting?”

  “Blowjobs. One every morning for a month.” He was that confident. “Or you could call me Daddy.”

  “Butthead. Blowjobs it is.”

  “If that’s what you’d prefer.” He closed his mouth over Chrissy’s, sliding his tongue in between Chrissy’s lips.

  Chrissy pushed back, kissing him, meeting his passion. He rolled Chrissy onto his back, following to press Chrissy into the mattress.

  “H-hey.” Chrissy blinked up at him, licking those sweet lips.

  He licked his own, then he licked Chrissy’s, dragging his tongue along that lower lip. He could take the rest of the day, loving on his boy.

  He nibbled after he’d licked, using his lips and not his teeth. He was saving those for a little later. Chrissy chuckled softly, chasing his kisses, his boy relaxed and happy. He pounced on Chrissy’s neck, nibbling along the fine skin. He knew from past experience that his boy had some hot spots, right there. He focused on them, looking to get Chrissy revved up by less conventional methods.

  He could feel Chrissy’s nipples go tight, as did the sweet belly. Reaching down, he found the heavy sac drawing up against Chrissy’s body. Perfect. He hummed and licked the spot right beneath the back of Chrissy’s ear. God, his boy tasted good.

  “That’s so nice. So good.” Chrissy’s voice was rough, raw.

  “Yeah. We’re gonna build to screaming.” And he was going to get a month of blowjobs, and Chrissy was going to learn he loved giving them, that he craved giving them.

  The next bet was going to be shaving his boy. He couldn’t wait. Just the thought had him groaning, and he shifted to the side so he could slide his hand from Chrissy’s neck down along his breastbone right to his cock. “I’m going to shave this, boy. Clean you up. Bare you.”

  Chrissy moaned, and the sweet prick jerked in his hand.

  “Your skin will be silky soft and so sensitive.” He was thinking tomorrow because the more he talked about it, the more he wanted it. He didn’t need to wait for a bet—he was Daddy.

  Chrissy moaned softly, one leg drawing up along his.

  “I’m going to make you smooth, touch you everywhere, bare you. My boy.”

  Chrissy rocked his head from side to side. “Salem…”

  He blew into Chrissy’s ear and whispered, “Daddy.”

  Chrissy moaned for him, eyes rolling up in his eyes. “Oh…”

  Chrissy would do it one day, would call him Daddy.

  He grabbed hold of the bottom of Chrissy’s earlobe and sucked on it, let his teeth scrape across it too. Chrissy was with him, humming deep in his chest, not thinking about bets or stress. Maybe thinking about being bared, though. About becoming his boy.

  He gathered Chrissy’s balls in his hand, sliding his fingers across their warmth.

  “I’m cleaning these off too. I want my bare boy, aching for my touch.”

  “No…”

  “Yes. You’re going to look stunning. Not that you don’t already, but… mmm.” He bit at Chrissy’s earlobe again, then squeezed the sweet balls.

  “Uhn.”

  Oh, someone liked that.

  His boy was a pain slut. It didn’t surprise him at all, though he suspected it was going to surprise Chrissy.

  He bit and squeezed again, then kissed his way down toward Chrissy’s left nipple.

  Chrissy moaned softly, and that sweet chest pushed toward him. Oh, someone was anticipating, was just waiting for him to attack those sweet little nips. He got to it and breathed across the tiny, hardenin
g nub.

  “Mmm…” Chrissy groaned for him, long and slow.

  “Want more, boy?” He blew strongly, touched the very tip of his tongue to Chrissy’s flesh, then blew again.

  “Yeah…Yeah, that’s hot.”

  He knew. And now he knew that Chrissy knew. He put his lips around Chrissy’s nipple and sucked. Chrissy tangled his fingers in Jerusalem’s hair, petting him, holding him near that needy tit.

  “You know you’re not running this show, eh?” he said softly.

  “Huh?”

  Chuckling, he licked Chrissy’s nipple again before moving toward the other one despite the pressure of Chrissy’s hands.

  “Are you a slut for this, Chrissy? Do you like your little titties swollen and sore?”

  “Salem! Hush!”

  “No, I won’t. I think you’d like nothing better than for me to suck and bite and play them until they’re so tender that every movement you make, every time something touches them, you’ll feel it.”

  “You—Stop that.” Chrissy’s pupils were blown.

  “Because you hate what I’m saying so much.” He didn’t believe that for a minute. He pointed his tongue and flicked it back and forth across Chrissy’s right nipple. “You want a much harder touch than that. Much, much harder.” Though he probably wasn’t going to give it to this nipple yet. Maybe tomorrow—give it one more day to heal up.

  Chrissy moaned and reached up, pinched his neglected nipple, and rolled it.

  “Oh, no, I don’t think so.” He grabbed Chrissy’s hand and pulled it away from his body. “New rule. Boys don’t touch themselves without permission.”

  “What?”

  He pushed Chrissy’s hand away. “You heard me, but Daddy will tell you again. Boys don’t touch themselves without permission. These nipples are mine.”

  Chrissy stared at him, mouth agape.

  “And punishment for breaking this rule will not be a spanking. I’ll cuff you or make you wear mittens or bind you to the bed.” All three had merit.

  “I—What? Stop talking. Just stop talking.”

  “Why? Is it turning you on too much?” He imagined that was a part of it. And partly that Chrissy didn’t know what to do with it or why he was so turned on by Jerusalem’s words. “You’re made for me, boy. I want you. I want you to fill your potential. I want to fill mine.”

  “But you’re perfect, man,” Chrissy insisted.

  “Thank you, but we can all improve. We can all do better. And I have so much I want to teach you.” He leaned down and kissed his boy, tongue sliding over the sweet, parted lips.

  Chrissy tasted so good, he could lose himself right here and kiss Chrissy forever. He needed this more than he wanted to admit. He needed to feel his boy’s need, to know that he filled it.

  Raking his hand along Chrissy’s body, he let his fingers drift back up again, searching for a little nipple to squeeze. As soon as he found it, he pinched hard, making his boy cry out.

  He already loved that sound. He pinched again, wanting to hear another cry.

  “I love your cries. I want to keep these red and swollen.”

  “It would make me crazy.”

  “Uh-huh.” He didn’t have a problem with that. He shifted so he could bite at Chrissy’s left tit while he continued to work the right with his fingers. They weren’t nearly red enough yet.

  “You’re—I can’t…Dammit! I’m on fire!”

  “On fire is good.” He grinned. “That’s two swats. I’m counting.”

  Chrissy sputtered at him and Jerusalem bit back his laughter.

  “Be good for your Daddy, boy.”

  “Gonna spank you,” Chrissy threatened.

  “Oh-ho! Sass!” Jerusalem did laugh then. “Maybe I should get the penis gag.”

  “The what? You’re—be nice!”

  “I’m being super nice. You’re the one swearing and sassing.” He kissed Chrissy, hard and quick. “You’d love a penis gag. Sucking makes you happy.”

  Chrissy stared at him, wide-eyed, but that wasn’t a no, was it? He put that in his bag of tricks.

  Then he went back to making Chrissy’s nipples engorged, working then with teeth and lips and tongue as well as his fingers. Chrissy whimpered and shivered for him, reaching for his wrist every now and again, trying to protect those nips. He was far gentler with the right than the left, but he did manipulate it nonetheless.

  “I’m trying to make them ache, boy.” There would come a time when Chrissy would beg for it.

  “Why?”

  “Why who, baby?”

  “Wh-why, Daddy?”

  He wanted to crow. To shout and cheer. He didn’t. “Good boy. And I want them to ache so that every time they rub against your clothing you feel my touch. So even if we aren’t together, you’re reminded of me.”

  He leaned back in, sucking one nipple in and rolling it in his teeth.

  Chrissy arched, crying out for him, so he bit down a little, making the touch sharper.

  “Fuck!” Chrissy bucked under him like he was a bull.

  “That’s three spankings, boy.”

  “No! No more!”

  “Your mouth is saying no, but your body is begging for more.” Jerusalem was going to listen to Chrissy’s body.

  “You don’t know. You don’t know me.”

  “Chrissy. I’ve known you since we were what? Three? Four? I think I know you.”

  “My name’s Christian!”

  “You’re my boy. And Chrissy is your nickname.” He blew across Chrissy’s right nipple. “Your boy name. The name a Daddy calls you.”

  He waited to hear what Chrissy had to say about that.

  “I—I’m so confused…”

  “All you have to do is feel. That’s all.”

  “Okay. Okay, I can do that. I can.”

  “You can do anything, boy. Anything you put your mind to.”

  “You think so?” Chrissy rolled his eyes. “No more talking.”

  “I can live with that.” He pounced on Chrissy’s right nipple again, pulling it into his mouth and sucking. He was hoping for that scream Chrissy said he wouldn’t do.

  “No more…” Chrissy shook his head. “I want to come. Please.”

  “You said no more talking, boy, and now you’re saying all sorts of stuff. Don’t worry, I’m not going to leave you hanging. But I am going to make you wait a little longer.”

  “Please…” Oh, so sweet.

  “Not for long, boy.” He flicked his tongue across one tiny nip.

  Chrissy groaned. “God, it aches. Promise me you’ll make it better? Please?”

  “I swear I’m going to make it so good.” He flapped at that small bit of flesh a few more times, and Chrissy whimpered and grabbed his hair.

  He growled softly, reminding Chrissy what was what.

  “Help me. Please. My balls hurt…”

  Reaching down, he cupped Chrissy’s balls, then massaged them gently. “You’re still going to have to wait until I say to come.”

  Chrissy rocked up into his hand with a soft cry, humping desperately. He tugged hard on Chrissy’s balls to keep him from coming as he went back to those poor nips. He chewed on one, and then the other.

  “No…”

  He lifted his head. “Use your safeword, if you need to. I’m listening to you.”

  “I want to come home!”

  “You are home, Chrissy. No matter what, you’re home.” He needed his boy to know that.

  “You promise?” Chrissy stared right into him.

  “I swear on my life. There is a place for you here. Always. No matter what. If you screw up—if I screw up—if we’re mad at each other. This is your home regardless.”

  He knew Chrissy. He knew no one had ever given him this. Ever.

  He offered it freely, not because he wanted to make Chrissy beholden in any way to him, but because he wanted Chrissy to be happy, to actually have a home.

  “I—I want to believe you. More than anything.” Chrissy nodded. “I
need to believe you.”

  “You can believe me.” He held Chrissy’s gaze for a long moment, then bent to suck in Chrissy’s right nipple. His boy nearly levitated off the bed—looked like he had the sweet nips right where he wanted them.

  “Enough! I need to come!” Chrissy’s cry was desperate. “Please!”

  “I know. I want you to come just from the nipple play. So come on.” He stroked Chrissy’s balls, then the full-to-bursting cock before licking the right nipple and blowing across it.

  “Bastard!” Chrissy yelled out the word, hot wet spunk spraying from him.

  He rubbed the come into Chrissy’s belly. “I let you come—I made you come, how does that make me a bastard? And you know that’s another swat or two. You’re going to be spanked on a continual basis at this rate.”

  Chrissy panted for him, sweat pouring from the lean body. Oh, someone was flying.

  He grabbed hold of Chrissy’s cock, jacking it gently, mindful that Chrissy might be super sensitive after having come. He’d keep his boy hard and give Chrissy another orgasm, feel his boy come on his cock. “Keep it up for me, boy.”

  “Oh…” Chrissy moaned, totally caught in his pleasure. “Salem…”

  Soon enough that would be Daddy, and without his prompting.

  “I’m right here, boy. Making you feel good.” After all, Chrissy was his priority.

  “Uh-huh. God…” Chrissy bent his knees, spreading wide for him.

  Jerusalem groaned. That was fucking gorgeous. He slid his fingers along Chrissy’s crack, pressing as his fingers slid past the little hole. Damn, Chrissy made his mouth dry. He needed lube.

  He found the slick stuff and spread it over his fingers. Then he pressed two into Chrissy’s body. He pushed slowly, watching how that little hole spread for him.

  “Such a pretty boy. You make me ache, down to the bone.”

  Chrissy whimpered and pulled his legs even farther back. He rewarded the move by looking for Chrissy’s little gland and touching off against it when he found it.

  “Oh! Oh, there!”

  He grinned. He was aware. He also hit the spot a few more times. Then he eased back. “Ask me for more.”

  “Please. Can I have more?”

  He kept his touch still, waiting, and when Chrissy whispered, “Daddy,” he stroked again.

  He was harder than a rock, Chrissy fucking inspiring. And that honorific in Chrissy’s voice… shit that was the whole enchilada right there. He groaned as he pushed his fingers in deep to touch that spot one more time.