by Sean Michael
“Mmm.” Neal continued to move slowly, but there was a deliberateness to the movements now. The thick cock moved in his mouth and he licked and slapped the skin.
“Keeping me hard hard,” murmured Neal. “All the better to fuck you with.”
Way thought this was a fabulous idea. The more excited Neal was, the better this was going to be for him. He kept his suction going until Neal pulled out with a groan.
“Enough, love. Time for this to be mutual loving.”
“It was. I was into it. You. This.”
“I know. I love that you love sucking. Making me hard and giving me orgasms. I like driving you insane and pushing your boundaries and making you come and come and come.” Neal kissed him, tongue sweeping into his mouth for a moment. “Mmm, you taste like me.”
He clung to Neal’s shoulders, his hard cock nudging Neal’s belly.
“Needy boy. You really have been craving my touches all day long, haven’t you?” Neal didn’t let him answer, tongue sweeping into his mouth again.
Beginning to move, Neal rocked them together, and his cock bumped along Neal’s abs, each ridge making the ring tug his flesh. Neal seemed pleased with his little gasps and grunts, with the way he leaked and pushed into his lover.
“Gonna make it last this time around,” Neal reminded him when their lips parted once more.
“Uh-huh.” Whatever—so long as they kept touching.
He got his wish, Neal bending and licking at his throat, lips moving over his skin and leaving warm trails of tingles behind them, making Way’s skin feel alive.
It only got better when Neal found his nipples again, twisting and turning them in unison. He arched and pushed into the touches, his hips bucking, trying to find more sensation, more connection. Neal kept his lower half raised, though, focusing on Way’s nipples, playing one with his mouth, the other with his fingers.
“Please. Thank you. Yes.” He babbled because he didn’t know what else to do, what else to say. He needed.
“You beg so prettily. I can’t help but reward you.” Neal met his gaze and smiled, the look more than a little wicked. “Even if I’m supposed to be punishing you for earlier.” Neal punctuated the statement with a pinch to his right nipple, followed by a twist, turning the ache into the most wonderful burn. He arched, his lips parting as he moaned. God, that felt right, and it was so wrong.
Neal kept torturing his nipples, the touches building one on the other, keeping him arching and bucking and pushing. He swore they felt huge, raw, like throbbing pulses.
He looked down, but they were only a little swollen, a little red, not the enormous things he was expecting.
“Feels good, eh?”
“They feel huge.”
“And that’s good.” Neal gave him a wink, then bent and took his right nipple in again, sucking hard.
He arched and grabbed Neal’s head, holding him close.
“Pushy.” Neal murmured the word around his flesh.
“You don’t understand how much I need.”
“I think I do.” Neal moved over to his other nipple, began nipping at it, then sucking.
“Do you? It feels like… like my skin doesn’t fit.”
“I’ll make it fit again, love. Just wait.”
“Promise? Promise, because it keeps getting worse.”
“It keeps getting better, you mean.” Neal’s eyes shone warmly down at him.
“Bigger. I don’t know if I’m strong enough.”
“You can take anything I can dish out, love. Anything.” The faith in Neal’s eyes made him believe, a little bit.
Neal gave him a quick kiss, then bent back to his task of making Way’s nipple burn, making it hard, and he bit back a tiny scream.
Neal shook his head, which tugged at Way’s flesh.
He sat up halfway, his world shaking and spinning. “I don’t know what to do now!”
Neal popped off his nipple. “The same thing you always do, love—breathe and feel and let your body do what it will.”
“It’s too much. I need help.”
“You need help breathing?” Neal asked, and he straightened back out, bringing their lips together.
Then Neal pushed his air into Way’s mouth, and Way gasped, utterly shocked. Neal let go of his lips, took a deep breath, then pressed them together again, breathing into him once more.
He moaned, the sound vibrating in his chest.
“You need another?” Neal asked him, body warm and solid against him. Real and right there.
“Please.” It made things easier to understand.
Neal drew in another deep breath, then filled Way’s lungs with the air.
He relaxed, melted into the mattress. Better.
“Sweet boy. Got you so het up.”
“You did. I’m sorry. I…. I’m sorry, love.”
“For what? Being so turned on you lost your mind? That was my goal, you know.”
Neal always made him feel like he was doing the right things, like this was okay.
Neal licked at his lips, then his throat, little nibbles following the warm trail. He found himself laughing, chuckling as the little bites lit him up.
He hadn’t been paying attention, so he was surprised when Neal pushed a finger into him. It was slick, slippery, and not nearly thick enough.
“Oh… good. Good, Neal. Love.”
“See? I know what you need. Always.” Neal curved his finger, sliding it deep and nudging across his gland.
Pleasure shot through his body, but it was quick, brief, almost a tease.
“Always.” He wiggled, encouraging Neal to give him more.
“Needy, wanton boy. You bring me such joy.” With his words, Neal brushed over Way’s gland again and again.
Way gasped softly and grabbed his knees, spreading himself wide. Neal nodded and pushed his finger in harder, making the sensations bigger, stronger.
“Yes.” Oh yes. That was what he needed. Bigger. Stronger. More.
Without missing a beat, Neal pushed in another finger. It stretched him slowly, Neal’s movements gentler for a few strokes of those fingers. Before he could complain, the finger-fucking got harder again, opening him up wider.
His eyes fell closed and all he could do was breathe, feel.
It felt like Neal took forever to move from two fingers to three, then from three to none, Neal’s thick cock pushing against his hole. He needed it so badly, and Neal was making him wait for it.
Still, he could be patient. Sort of. Mostly.
Maybe.
Neal rubbed his cockhead in a circle around his hole. Then that heat disappeared for a moment, and he cried out. Like that was the signal Neal was waiting for, he surged forward, filling Way up in a single long stroke.
He reached up and grabbed Neal’s shoulders, driving himself down on Neal’s heavy prick.
“That’s it, baby, you help me and you take what you need. So proud of my lover, of my boy. So strong. So sexy.” The words poured out of Neal and flowed over him.
He needed to hear that, to believe it.
“Love you. Love you. Love you.” He could hear the emotion in the repeated words. It filled him even better than Neal’s cock did.
His world hiccupped to a stop. The only thing he had was his Neal, his Sir.
Neal fucked him, strong and fast, driving him toward his orgasm, driving them both there, and he wanted nothing more than to help, to get them where they were going.
When Neal wrapped his hand around Way’s cock, he knew it wouldn’t be long now, and when Neal flicked the ring in the tip, it was all over. All he could do was soar.
Neal shouted his name, filling him with glorious heat and sending them together to the moon.
He floated back to earth, the frustration now a sweet, slow ache.
Neal gave him another long kiss before settling beside him. “Better?”
“Yes. Yes, so much.”
“I bet work was pretty exciting for you today.”
“It wa
s crazy making. I swear, Neal, I was losing my mind.”
“And look what happened when you got home.” Neal smiled and kissed his shoulder. “Exciting, hmm? Really hot.”
“Blistering,” he had to admit.
“And that’s why I’m not going to stop doing it. Besides, you’d hate it if I only touched you on the weekends.”
“But what about the work part?”
“Did you get the job done today?” Neal asked.
“Yes. It was hard, but I did.”
“Then isn’t it worth the payoff?” Neal waggled his eyebrows.
“Be nice. I…. I didn’t know what to do, love.” And he’d been ramped up, near crazed.
“You could have called me, love. I’d have come during your lunch break and helped you find some balance.”
He hadn’t even considered that. That seemed so needy. So weak.
“That would have been fun—we could have snuck into your old closet.”
“Neal!” That would be naughty.
“What? It would have been. It will be if you call next time you need.”
“You have to work too.” And he had needed all day.
“I need to take lunch too, though.” Neal gave him a sly look. “Unless of course you liked the way you felt.”
“I didn’t!” Had he? No. No, of course not.
“Then next time you call me when you need me.” Neal touched his nose. “I will always come when you call. No matter where, no matter when.”
“I love you.” Neal made him feel a thousand feet tall.
“And I love you, Way. You’re my heart.”
“Your heart and pierced cock and sore nipples.”
Neal started laughing, face lit up. “Yes. All of that and more.” Neal pressed their lips together, kissing him with all that laughter.
He thought he might make it to suppertime.
Maybe.
Chapter Ten
IT WAS the evening of their first game night, and Neal had cleaned the place while Way was at work so his boy didn’t have to spend all day cleaning at the gym and come home to start cleaning again. Now all they had to do was make the munchies they’d decided on.
He was wondering if maybe they should have picked something up at the store, but this was more personal, and he and Way had fun when they made stuff together. Of course, usually their only critics were themselves, and this time they had three couples joining them.
“How’s those mini quiches going?” He knew they had to go in the oven, which was why they’d started with them and the fig things he was making. He’d put them in the oven and was ready to move on if Way didn’t need help.
“Good. Ready to pop in.”
“Cool.” He opened the oven and Way slid the tray in. “Now we just need to use the melon baller to uh… ball the melon.” He tried to say it with a straight face, but he wasn’t terribly successful.
“Don’t perv on the melon.”
He sniggered. “I can’t help it. I’m not even making this up—it’s called a melon baller and the idea is to scoop balls out of the melon. What would you call it?”
“Uh… I don’t know? You want me to try?”
“Sure.” He handed over the melon baller. “I would love to watch you ball the melon.”
“Punny. Very punny.” It took Way a few tries, then boom—melon balls.
“That’s actually pretty neat.” Neal grabbed the prosciutto and began to wrap the melon balls in it, sticking a toothpick into each one as he finished them.
“Yeah, it is. Don’t forget the figs.”
He went and checked them and they looked done. Ooey and gooey, with melted cheese on top. He grabbed an oven mitt and took them out, checking the quiches while he was there, but they were still really liquidy.
He closed the oven door, then grabbed the box of mixed crackers and opened it. They had a plate of cheese already in the fridge.
“This should be enough food for everyone, right?” He’d never hosted a party that didn’t involve pop and chips before.
“Everyone else is bringing desserts, so yes. Totally. My folks did this all the time.”
“Oh yeah?” Way didn’t talk about his family very often.
“Yeah. They’re big in the church, which I told you. They have all these parties.”
“Church parties, huh?” He didn’t know what to think about that.
“Trying to make friends and influence people. They’re boring. Lots of trying to make people look finer than they are.”
“Ours isn’t going to be anything like that.” Probably exactly the opposite.
“No, but I know how much food is right.”
Neal grinned. “My boy of many talents. Some unexpected, some hotter than hell.”
“I’m not sure it’s a talent, but I guess it’s handy, huh?”
“Yep. Unlike me. I’m just handsy.” Neal goosed him.
“Pinchy hands!” Way cackled for him, the sound merry, bright, and it filled the air.
God, he loved that sound. He loved that he heard it a lot too.
“That’s me.” He bumped their hips together, then bebopped over to the oven when the timer went off again.
“Oh, they look good.” Way leaned over his shoulder.
He reached back, hand sliding along Way’s ass and thigh. He loved cooking with Way. It was always so much fun.
“It’s going to be hard to wait for our company, huh?”
“Yeah, it is. Especially now that we’ve got all the food dealt with.” He pulled the quiches out of the oven and left them on top of the stove.
“Do you think that I should turn on music?”
“That would be nice.” He checked his watch. They had fifteen minutes. And they would both be more relaxed if they’d had orgasms. “After we get changed.”
“Changed? What are you wearing?”
“Clothes. I’m not going to be wearing any in about two minutes.” He made sure the oven was off, then began to walk Way to the stairs.
“You can’t have naked parties, Neal.”
“Actually, you totally can. Especially with the crew we’re having ours with. But that’s not tonight. And I’m going to put clothes back on before our guests show up. But I have fifteen minutes to make you a mindless pile of drool, so….” It sure beat waiting around for the guests to show, and it would make for a relaxed Way. A well-loved sub made for a good impression.
He pulled Way up the stairs and began undressing his boy as soon as they were in their bedroom, not letting Way get any protests in.
He wasn’t sure he was going to get any. Way was laughing too hard to complain.
As soon as they were both naked, he rubbed their bodies together. “Sixty-nine, eh?” It would be fairly quick, it would be hot, and they’d both get off.
“Yes, Master.”
Oh, his boy knew what he liked, knew how that single word made him hard.
He got them onto the bed, making a circle, and he went right for Way’s cock, sucking the tip and flicking at the slit with his tongue as he began to put pressure on Way’s flesh. His boy followed along, tugging on him, cock sliding on his tongue.
Humming, he took more of Way’s cock in, increasing his suction. God, his boy tasted good.
Way gobbled him up, the suction strong, his boy eager and unafraid. He loved that, loved how his boy had taken to this, needed it like breathing.
Neal found Way’s balls, teasing them with a gentle touch as he played with the ring in Way’s cock, moved it side to side, jostled it, and tugged it gently.
Way’s moan felt great around his cock, and he rocked gently, sliding his cock deeper with every thrust. A part of his mind was on the clock. Fifteen minutes. They had fifteen minutes.
He sucked harder, not wanting to rush, but Way’s enthusiasm and ability made him crazy, wonderfully crazy. His eyes flew open like blinds, and he stared at Way’s tanned thighs and heavy balls.
He rolled those balls again, then slid his fingers beyond them to push one in
to Way’s hole.
The suction around his cock made him want to scream, and he did his best to make Way want as badly. He worked his finger in and out while taking as much of Way’s cock into his mouth as he could.
Way began to swallow hard, stroke his ball sac, pet him. He didn’t know if that meant Way was close or was trying to make it as good for him as he could. It didn’t matter. He pushed a second finger in, moving it in time with his suction. The tiny hole clenched, squeezing his fingers tight.
Groaning, he found himself fucking Way’s mouth with the same rhythm he’d already set. It was hot and sexual and it made him need. Come on, baby. Let’s do this thing.
They were running out of time.
He slapped Way’s cockhead with his tongue as it went by, and pushed his fingers up hard against his boy’s gland.
Way’s answer was a hard, needy swallow, the pressure too much to bear.
“Way!” He cried out, hips jerking deeper into Way’s mouth as he shot, his balls emptying.
When his rush was over, Way was still shivering, still rocking between his fingers and his lips. He focused back on Way, on what he was doing, sending his boy higher and higher.
“Please.” The soft whisper made him grin. He loved that. Loved it.
He pushed in hard, hitting Way’s gland solidly. “Come,” he ordered, humming the word around Way’s cock.
Like Way had heard him, spunk filled his lips, hot, wet, and salty. He swallowed it down; he loved how Way tasted. And he loved what it meant, that he’d made his boy feel that pleasure.
They didn’t have time to dawdle now, though. Not even a little.
“Come on, boy.” He patted Way’s ass. “We have company coming.”
He got up and stretched, then grabbed his jeans and a clean T-shirt, pulling them on quickly so that even if someone showed up a little bit early, he’d be ready to answer the door so Way could take more time if he needed to.
“You should be nice and relaxed now,” he teased.
“You’re a bad man. You want me goofy and losing all the games.”
“Hey, we’re going to be a team—I want you winning! I did think this would relax us both, though, whereas if we’d spent fifteen minutes waiting for people to show up, you’d likely be super keyed up and uptight by the time that doorbell rang.”
