by Sean Michael
Knight chuckled. “You’re not.”
Rook was studly—at least compared to him. Maybe more slender than bodybuilder, but he loved the muscle definition, tight and rangy.
“No, I’m horny.” Rook winked and squeezed his ass harder, fingers digging into his flesh.
“Ditto.” Knight pushed back into Rook’s hand, begging for more.
Rook rubbed them together, fingers sliding along his crack, full of promise. Rook’s fingers were long and thin and Knight couldn’t wait to feel them inside him. He nodded and pushed back. This guy was picking up his signals like a fucking antenna.
Moaning, Rook rubbed his hole, pressed against it but not in. “Lube? Some in my jeans pocket if you don’t have.”
“Really? You player!” He had. He had rubbers and lube and toys, but he loved that Rook was prepared.
Rook shrugged. “I like sex. A lot. But I play safe.”
“Me too. Like it. Safe. All the things. Now, huh?”
Laughing, Rook held out his hand. “Condom and lube and then fuck yes, now.”
They crashed together again, rolling over the pillows and cushions, clothes flying like feathers as they threw them. Oh, he hadn’t had so much fun in weeks!
Rook was pale all over, pubes as blond as the hair on his head. And so eager, rubbing up against him, fingers finding his skin and touching constantly. Everything was different and new, and Knight loved this part, the exploring and discovering.
Rook rolled him suddenly, putting him on the bottom as Rook began to taste him, starting with his right shoulder, the sucking kiss both amusing and arousing somehow.
“You’re so sharp. I love it.”
Rook’s words made him grin. They felt good, especially from a sexy stud like Rook.
Biting at his throat, Rook made his skin tingle. The touches continued, too, Rook exploring with fingers and mouth, warm body sliding on his. God, that felt good. Made Knight ache for more.
Finding his right nipple, Rook plucked at it. “These sensitive?”
“Little bit, yeah.” He reached up and tweaked one of Rook’s in return. “You?”
Rook jerked against him, nodding. “God yes.” Then Rook pounced on his left nipple, taking it between hot lips and sucking vigorously.
Okay, that was better than a little sensitive.
Rook bit down before moving to the other nipple and sucking on it just as hard.
“Damn. Damn, honey.” His hands fluttered for a second. He didn’t flutter. Ever.
He felt Rook’s smile around his nipple, then the suction became fierce again. God, Rook had a mouth on him.
“Sixty-nine,” he said sharply. “We have to. I need your mouth.” And Rook’s orgasm.
“I like the way you think.” Just like that, Rook turned around, the kid’s needy cock right there at his mouth, the tip glistening invitingly.
Oh, fuck yes. Knight leaned up and took it down to the root, grabbing Rook’s ass as he did. Rook cried out, hands tight on his thighs.
Rook managed a few words between gasps and moans. “Oh, God, that’s fucking good.”
Yeah. Yeah, it was. Knight sucked hard, pulling with all he had. Rook’s mouth dropped down over his cock, the sudden suction fierce. Knight sucked in a huge breath and they went to town, sucking and rolling and licking.
Rook was both good and enthusiastic, bobbing over his cock, licking and lapping like he was the best Popsicle in the world. Knight gave as good as he got, slurping at Rook’s cock like a fiend. Rook rocked his hips, cock slipping deep into his mouth. It felt like Rook’s pleasure fed his own and vice versa. A circle of spunk. He almost choked, but his muffled laughter must have felt good, because Rook groaned.
The suction increased, and Rook touched his balls, stroked them. Knight could feel them drawing up, pulling tight against his body. Humming, Rook sent vibrations right through him. It felt fantastic, like pleasure overload.
Soon, he thought, and he’d have said it, if his mouth wasn’t full. Rook’s rocking increased, though, so maybe he was right there, too. Rook slid his hands beneath Knight’s ass, digging strong fingers into his flesh. Knight squeezed too, and yeah, they were hearing each other.
Rook pressed into his crack, finger stroking his hole, tapping it as Rook’s throat closed over the tip of his cock. Knight shot, swallowing over and over, begging Rook to join him. Rook shook, then came too, spunk pouring into his mouth and down his throat. Rook tasted like salty man with a hint of coffee. Knight approved.
They held on, and suddenly they were both chuckling.
Rook pulled off his cock with a slurping noise, then he wriggled back around to cuddle into Knight’s arms. “That was hot, K. You’re a sexy, sexy man.”
“That was fun as hell. Tell me you want to do it again.”
“What kind of recovery time do you need?” Rook asked, eyes dancing.
He could feel that Rook hadn’t come down at all, pretty cock hot and hard against his thigh. He nuzzled in and proved that he was doing just fine himself.
“Oh, good. I still want to fuck you. I want to scream with you.” Rook wriggled against him some more, body rubbing on his.
A flash of lightning lit the room up, followed almost immediately by the crash of thunder.
“Oh! The storm’s here! Can we go to the roof and dance in the rain?” Rook asked.
Knight laughed and tugged Rook up, hauling them up a set of stairs, both stark naked. Rook was right with him, hand tight in his, not complaining for a moment that they didn’t have clothes on.
They burst out onto the roof just as the skies opened up, the heavy drops pouring down on them. Laughing, Rook let go of his hand and pirouetted.
Knight applauded and managed a handstand, damn near crashing to the ground as he heard, “Seriously, boys?”
A big, muscled dude was leaning under an eave, watching them.
“This is my roof, asshole,” Knight informed the man.
“Officially it’s mine. I bought the building.”
Rook laughed and grabbed Knight’s hand. “Look away if it’s too much for you. We’re worshiping the storm god!”
Running them in a circle in the rain, Rook grabbed him close when the lightning flashed and the thunder boomed. Knight had to laugh, had to. This was too much fun to deny and the way the big dude stared, it was appreciation, not an incipient ass-kicking.
Rook wrapped around him, mouth latching onto his so his laughter passed between them. Their bodies were slick from the rain and cold, but they heated up quickly wherever they touched.
“You’re slippery,” he said, still caught in Rook’s kiss.
“Slippery is good.” Rook waggled his eyebrows suggestively. The pretty face was lit up and glowing, blond hair plastered to Rook’s head.
“Exhibitionist.” He loved it, loved how Rook was settled in his own body.
“It brought you to me, didn’t it?” Rook laughed and kissed him again, wet and sloppy and sexy as hell.
“Yes. You promised to let me draw you over and over.”
“I will. But I want to fuck you first. You’ve got such a beautiful little ass and I want to plow it.” Rook’s words were frank and unapologetic.
“Jesus, you two are…”
Knight looked over at the big guy, waved his hand. “Shoo.”
Rook chuckled. “Yeah, either piss or get off the pot. Or something like that.”
Knight started giggling, suddenly tickled. “No golden showers.”
Rook cackled. “No, that’s nasty. And you know that wasn’t what I meant.” Rook dug his fingers in, tickling, but also giving him gentler, more arousing touches. Rook seemed like a really sensual, sexual guy.
“I did. I was playing. Come back down and have a cup of cocoa and we’ll pretend to watch a movie while we’re really fucking our brains out?” Knight suggested.
The big guy could just stay put.
Rook nodded. “Sounds perfect.”
Knight agreed, because while Rook hadn’t admitted
it, Knight could tell he was cold, his body beginning to shiver under the constant onslaught of cold rain.
“Yeah. Come on. I’ve got you.” He’d quickly get Rook warmed through.
“And I’ve got you. It’s perfect!”
Holding hands, and moving a little more carefully so they didn’t slip on the stairs, now that their feet were wet, they headed back down to his place. Rook’s teeth were actually chattering by the time they made it back. He locked up and grabbed towels from the warmer in the bathroom, then draped some over Rook.
“Oh, that’s divine.” Rook dried himself off, then snuggled into Knight’s bed of pillows. “Do you need help with the cocoa? If it’s out of a tin, I can help. I’ve got good microwave mojo.”
“Rock on.” He pulled out two cups and the box of hot chocolate. “Ta da.”
Rook got up, leaving the towels behind, and they put together the mugs of hot chocolate and set them in the microwave.
Rook took a kiss while they waited.
“Mmm. Glad you came over, man. This is fun.”
“Yeah. Me, too, and it is. More fun than I’ve had in a long, long time.”
“Well, that sucks, but on the other hand, yay—that means I win.”
“You do!” Rook rubbed against him, jumping when the microwave dinged.
“I’ll grab the whipped cream. You stir.”
“Ooh, whipped cream.” Rook wiggled enticingly. “That’ll be good on the hot chocolate, too.”
Knight grinned and squirted a dollop on Rook’s chest.
Rook shrieked, the sound turning into a laugh. Then he stepped up close. “Now you’ll have to lick it clean.”
“That’s such a hardship…” He braced himself on Rook’s hips, leaned in and licked a line through the whipped cream.
Rook moaned for him, and the taste of whipped cream on top of Rook was delicious.
“I like it.” Knight licked again, making sure to nuzzle Rook’s nipple this time.
Rook arched toward him. “Uh-huh. Me, too.”
He could tell—he could hear it in Rook’s voice. The kid didn’t hide a thing.
“Come back to bed. The TV’s big.” He licked the last bit, then grabbed his cocoa.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Rook grabbed his own mug and the can of whipped cream, then followed him a little more sedately, probably in deference to the mug of hot liquid and all the naked flesh in the way.
They settled in and he handed Rook the remote.
“What do you like?” Rook asked, turning the TV on and flipping through the channels like it would blow up if he stopped on any of them for more than ten seconds.
“I’m easy. I like things that aren’t boring.”
“Everyone has a different idea of what’s boring. Oh, baseball. I like to watch their asses in those tight uniforms.” Rook gave him a smile, eyebrows wagging.
“Works for me.” He could watch anything, really. He’d end up drawing anyway.
“Cool.” Rook left it on the baseball and grabbed his cocoa, taking a sip and humming. Then Rook cuddled in, attention more on him than the television.
“So are you always a model, lovely?”
“You mean for a job? I’ve been doing it a few years. I really like it. Oh! I’ve just bought a sex toy shop! Or at least it’s in the works. It’s going to be so much fun.” Rook was so full of life.
“Oh, man. Really? That totally rocks. Seriously. I’ll come as soon as it’s open!”
“You, sir, will have an engraved invitation.” Rook cuddled in some more, fingers moving on his skin. “I’m trying to decide if I should have complimentary dildos for every customer on opening day. That would probably give my lawyer even bigger fits than me buying it has.”
“That would be amazing. You have a lawyer? I have a manager.” That was about the same thing, he guessed.
“I came into a lot of money. There’s a lawyer and an accountant and they think I’m crazy. It’s my money, though, and I can do what I want with it. The manager sells your artwork for you? Do you have pieces I can see?”
“I have a whole studio of them.” He pointed to the door that lead to the side of the flat that had the moonrise and the sunset. “We can go explore whenever you want.”
“Can we go look and then make love? Or will you get all arted up and need to be creative first if we go there?”
“If I do, I’ll paint you and we’ll roll in the sheets.” He took a deep drink of sugary goodness. “Come on!”
“Something I’ve never done before. It sounds like great fun!” Rook downed his hot chocolate and popped up, following him like a happy puppy.
They headed into his studio, and Knight found himself holding his breath a little bit. He didn’t let people in here often.
Rook moved from painting to painting, not saying a word. Then he turned, eyes bright. “Oh my God, Knight, You’re amazing.”
“Yeah?” Then he remembered he was almost sort of famous in certain circles. “I am!”
Rook laughed and grabbed him up in a hug. “You are. These are stunning. So sexual and alive.”
“I’m glad you like them.” This was the most important part of him, the best part.
“I do. I really do, Knight.” Rook prowled back around the room, stopping every now and then in front of one of the paintings and licking his lips, or shivering, clearly honestly appreciating Knight’s work. “You’re a genius. What were you doing in a life-drawing class?”
“I like them. I know all the professors and they let me come and play.” He enjoyed the distraction, too.
“Well, I’m so glad you did.” Rook came back to him, rubbing them together. “I can’t imagine missing out on you.”
Oh, that felt good to hear. Damned good. “I know, right? It’s a good thing.”
Rook slid his hands around Knight’s neck. “I’d be happy to sit for you privately. More than happy.”
“Yeah? I could spend hours drawing you.” That wasn’t even flattery.
Rook preened for him. “I’d let you. Although I’d probably want to break to climb your body and hump like monkeys on a regular basis.”
“Yeah? Excellent. Why were you sitting? If you’re buying a store, you don’t need the fifty bucks.”
“I like it. I like having people look at me and I love seeing what they do—how they interpret my body.” Rook shrugged. “Someone’s got to do it and being naked feels great.” Rook rubbed their naked bodies together, as if to prove his point.
“You are a superb naked guy.” Knight made himself laugh.
Rook kissed him and the laughter got caught between them, tickling him inside.
“Come on. Let’s go back to bed.” They had things to do. Fun things.
“Yes, please.” Rook grabbed his hand and pulled him back into the other room, making a beeline for the cushions.
Knight did like the kid’s single-mindedness when it came to sex. Not all guys were so open and easy with their horniness. Him, he ran hot and cold, depending on the work. With a sweet ass like Rook’s in his bed, though, he thought there’d be a lot more hot than cold. As long as Rook understood when the time came, the art had priority, Knight didn’t see a thing wrong with that.
They landed on the bed with a laugh. They’d work it out. Right now was about fun.
Chapter Two
Rook picked up the picnic he’d ordered from La Petite Maison de Pain, and it looked adorable in an old-fashioned picnic basket. He also had a big bag with a blanket and a couple pillows in it. Everything they’d need for their picnic on the roof.
He and Knight had been hanging out for weeks, fucking like bunnies and making art. He’d posed for Knight for what felt like days on end, Knight’s focus incredible. Knight himself was something else, something special, and Rook wasn’t planning to let go anytime soon.
He let himself into Knight’s place. He had a key now, Knight having tossed it at him, saying that way Rook could come by and not disturb Knight if he was in the middle of some
thing. Rook figured as long as ‘something’ wasn’t another guy, he was good with it.
Which meant he was really into Knight. Like, really. He’d given up anyone else since they’d been together, not because they’d talked about it or anything, just because he hadn’t wanted to be with anyone else. Just Knight. That had never happened before and he was sure it might mean something deep. Right now he was focusing on the fun.
As Rook let himself in, he called out so he didn’t surprise Knight. “Hey, honey! I’m ho-ome.” It was a joke but it made him feel good, made him laugh to say it.
“Hey, love!” Knight was making coffee, standing at the counter and reading the newspaper.
Love. Oh, Rook did like that.
He went over to Knight and took a coffee-flavored kiss. “Hey, lover.” He rubbed their bodies together. God, Knight made him want like nobody he’d ever met. So sexy. “I brought a picnic. I thought we could go sit on your roof.’
“Oh? How fucking fun! Yes. Let’s go.” The paper was tossed in a pile on top of the recycling bin and Knight grabbed his coffee. “It’s a beautiful day.”
“It is.” Rook laughed. Beautiful and bright, and Knight had a great roof for playing on.
They went upstairs and it was sunny and breezy and perfect out. Rook spread the blanket and put down the pillows, then opened the basket. “Check it out. There’s plates and utensils and glasses in here, just like those old-fashioned kits you see in the movies.” The food smelled good, too.
“Yeah? I didn’t think those really existed. What smells so good?”
“We’ve got fried chicken, potato salad, waffles, maple syrup.” He continued pulling stuff out. “Corn salad. Roast beef sandwiches and cheesecake, brownies and cookies.” He laughed. There was enough to feed them for days.
“Longest picnic ever!” Knight was a sugar nut, so Rook wasn’t surprised when he grabbed a waffle and a piece of chicken.
“It means we don’t have to leave the apartment for food,” Rook pointed out, grabbing the container of potato salad and a fork.
“Excellent point. I approve. Potato me.” Knight opened up for a bite.
He stabbed a creamy potato and pressed the fork against Knight’s lips. “You’ll have to share the chicken. I’ll have my own piece if I like yours.”
