Chess

by Sean Michael

  “Whatever you want, darling.”

  “What?”

  “If you want to fuck, if you want to suck, I’m at your disposal. It’s all good.”

  “I… I’ll suck you, sure.” He didn’t let people touch his hole, touch him there.

  “No, let’s go to bed and suck each other.” Temple touched his lips, stroked his tiny piercings, making his eyes cross. “Come on, sexy. I want you in my mouth.”

  “Sounds good.” He’d proven he knew how to suck Temple off.

  Temple turned the shower off and tugged him out, drying him off quickly. He tried to return the favor, but Temple’s caresses made him a little stupid, honestly.

  Humming, Temple drew him out into the bedroom. His phone was ringing, but he ignored it. Don could deal.

  “Glad you don’t need to answer that.” Temple sat on the mattress and pulled him down.

  “They can wait.” He didn’t need any more emergencies.

  “Good, because I don’t want to have to wait for you.” Lying back, Temple drew him along and their legs tangled together.

  “We can’t suck each other like this.” He didn’t mind, it felt so good to touch.

  “We can take our time getting there, can’t we?”

  “Sure.” Assuming the phone ever stopped ringing.

  “You could just turn it off,” Temple noted as it started ringing again.

  “Then I’d have to get up. Where’s the fun in that?”

  Temple laughed for him. “No fun in you getting up at all. They’ll eventually give up, hmm?”

  “Yes.” And if they didn’t, maybe Temple could make him forget about the noise.

  They kissed, Temple’s fingers going straight for his nipple rings. His eyes crossed, his entire chest tensing, making his pecs jump.

  “God, damn, you’re sexy.”

  “I haven’t felt sexual in a long time. It’s fascinating.” Maybe a little scary.

  “Really? Because you are very sexy to me.”

  “Yeah, really,” Luke agreed. With Temple he felt it.

  “Well, I’m glad you’re feeling sexy now.” Temple tugged on his nipples, pulling at the rings, moving them away from his chest.

  Of course he was—how could he not feel sexy with Temple here, doing the things he was doing?

  Temple’s mouth left his, Temple beginning to kiss his way downward. Luke couldn’t stop his moan.

  “Just getting in position, darling.” Temple looked like some sort of wicked demon, something delicious and hungry for him.

  His right nipple was taken in, sucked on. The rings clacked together, clicking and he swore he could hear them. After a while, after his legs were kicking restlessly, Temple moved to his other nipple.

  “Love how you need, darling.” The words were spoken against his flesh.

  “No one’s ever called me darling before.”

  “You are, though. Darling and lovely and delicious.”

  “You’re a flatterer.”

  “No, I just know a good thing when I see it, when I feel it, when I taste it.”

  Yeah, a voice that sounded just like Don whispered. How many guys has he said that to?

  Temple flicked his nipple and the rings back and forth, almost banishing that voice.

  “Harder,” Luke begged. “Harder, please.”

  Temple grabbed hold of his flesh, rings and all, and bit. That nagging doubt silenced completely and Luke’s spine arched. Temple bit and tugged at his flesh, at the metal.

  “Fuck…” His teeth clicked together.

  “No cursing, darling. It’s crass.” Temple looked up at him, met his eyes. Nodded, totally serious.

  “I…” What was he supposed to say?

  “You’re too beautiful to sound like that.” Then Temple began to kiss his way farther downward.

  Luke pressed his lips together, not wanting to do anything to make this stop.

  Licking around his navel, Temple made him laugh by then tongue-fucking it. His belly jerked, tightened with his laughter. Beaming up at him, Temple did it again.

  “Turkey,” he teased good-naturedly.

  “Gobble, gobble, gobble.”

  His laughter rang out. God, he loved this.

  After one last tongue-fuck to his navel, Temple continued moving down.

  “I want to share. Please.” He was supposed to be getting Temple off this time, after all.

  “Yeah, yeah. Now that I’m here.” Temple shifted, moving so they were top to tail, cocks both right where they needed to be.

  He leaned up, lips wrapping right around Temple’s cock. Temple’s groan vibrated the tip of Luke’s cock.

  Oh. Oh, good. So good.

  He focused on Temple’s cock, on sucking and making his lover crazy. Temple’s suction faltered for a moment, then Temple took a breath and matched his rhythm. He could do this. He could drive Temple out of his mind.

  Temple took more of him in, tongue lashing at the head of his cock. Oh, fuck. Fuck, that felt good. His piercing was manipulated. Temple’s tongue was very talented. His thighs went tight, the sensation driving through his cock making him buzz. Temple touched the metal in his balls, ratcheting everything up.

  No. No, he wanted to make Temple come first. He squeezed his eyes closed, forcing himself to focus. Temple groaned for him again when he increased his suction. There. He did it again and again.

  Legs shifting, Temple kept moaning, feeding him noises that vibrated around his cock. He rolled Temple’s balls, stroking, shifting them in their sac. Temple grunted and pressed closer. He moaned, letting the sound come up through his throat.

  The suction around his cock stopped again, then started back up, Temple redoubling his efforts. Oh, no fair. No fair at all. That tongue pushed his piercing back and forth. His legs tensed, jerked, the sensations slamming up along his cock. Then Temple let his cock slide out, lips playing with his slit.

  His head shook, side to side, his throat working as he tried to keep Temple’s erection in his lips. Tonguing his slit next, Temple kept the pressure there. Luke groaned, trying to roll over, pull out. Temple’s hands wrapped around his hips, keeping him right there.

  They struggled for dominance, but Temple held him and, to be honest, the feeling was delicious.

  That pointed tongue just kept pushing into his slit, making him fly. His focus was slipping, the pleasure so big. His balls were manipulated, Temple beginning to suck him again. His knees drew up, cradling Temple with his thighs. Head bobbing, Temple moved along his cock, lips tight.

  He cried out around Temple’s cock, his toes curling. That just made Temple suck harder. His muscles tensed, released, tensed again.

  He couldn’t believe he was going to come again, this quickly. Luke squeezed his eyes closed, forcing his hips to still.

  Temple’s fingers slid behind his balls, pressing hard on the skin behind them. This time he screamed, entire body lit up. Temple pressed it over and over.

  “Please. Please. Please.” He was wild for it. Stupid for it.

  Temple was relentless, making him feel better and better. He managed to get Temple’s cock in his lips again, pulling hard, sucking fiercely. Temple’s moans increased his own pleasure. “Yes. Yes, together. Please.”

  With that, Temple began fucking his mouth. Luke swallowed, over and over, keeping Temple deep.

  Temple’s muffled shout heralded the cum pouring down his throat. A feeling of pure exultation filled him as he swallowed, drinking Temple down. Temple’s fingers dug into his ass. He moaned, legs jerking wildly.

  Pulling off him long enough to growl, “You’re next,” Temple then swallowed him down again.

  Those touches behind his balls were trying to drive him insane. The hand on his ass let go, then Temple grabbed his nipple rings, tugged hard. Luke came so hard his eyes rolled back in his head. Perfect.

  Temple swallowed all around him, making his flesh sing. He shuddered, then slumped down.

  Temple slowly pulled off him and panted. The air fr
om each breath tickled over his wet cock. He couldn’t think, couldn’t focus. All he could do was pant.

  Temple eventually turned and kissed his way back up Luke’s body.

  “Wow.” Luke ran his fingers over Temple’s head.

  “Yeah. Big time.” Temple licked Luke’s lips, tongue slipping in between them long enough for him to taste himself there.

  Temple took his hands, pulled them up over his head, stretching him out.

  “God, look at you. So beautiful.”

  Luke blushed and the heat felt like it was all over his body.

  Temple leaned in and licked at his abused right nipple, even that touch now sending a zing through him. “You like that.”

  He nodded. He did.

  “I like making you feel wonderful things.

  “I didn’t know I could. I’m not very good at this, at sex,” Luke admitted.

  “Are you kidding? So far I’d say you’ve been pretty damn fantastic.”

  “Yeah?” That rocked to hear.

  “Oh yeah.” Temple nodded, too.

  Luke grinned. So what if it wasn’t exactly true?

  Temple grinned right back, tweaked his nipple.

  Luke jerked. “Be nice.”

  “I am being nice, aren’t I?”

  “Are you? I don’t know. That feels so good. So big.”

  “What’s not nice about that?”

  Luke didn’t know. “It’s hard to not need it.”

  “I’m right here, giving it to you, so you don’t need to not need it.” Temple’s eyebrows drew together. “Uh… I know what I meant.”

  Luke started chuckling, that little awkwardness so incredibly dear.

  “Laughing at me.” Temple started chuckling, too.

  “With you.”

  “Oh, darling, yes.” Nodding, Temple came in for another kiss.

  He lifted his head, meeting Temple’s lips. This kiss was slow and lazy, their tongues sliding together.

  Temple’s hand slid down his back, toward his ass and he wiggled, avoiding the touch.

  “Not going to hurt you.” Temple met his eyes.

  “I… It was bad, huh? Extremely. I think… I don’t think I can feel good things there.”

  “I imagine you’re wrong—that with the right preparation and care, things could be amazing. But I’m not going to push you. And I wasn’t trying to do more than hold on, I swear. It’s a beautiful bubble butt and it draws my hands.”

  “Oh.” Okay, he could handle that, right? He could. He would.

  “You ever going to tell me what happened?” Temple asked, hands stroking along his spine and stopping at the top of his ass. “I have to admit, I’ve imagined all sorts.”

  “I was in college. I had a boyfriend. He had a friend and some liquid E and…” Luke shrugged, sat up. “I woke up covered in vomit and blood and there was a note saying I was a lousy lay. There was a video. It sucked.” He stood up, heading for his clothes. He needed a cup of coffee. A beer. Something.

  “Luke.” Temple stood too and came over to him, stilling his frantic movements and wrapping him in a hug. “I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

  “It’s cool. I’m totally over it. You thirsty?”

  Temple snorted, but seemed in agreement. “I could handle a beer if you want one.” Temple squeezed him tight again. “I will never do that to you.”

  “I hope no one does. Ever. I think… Actually, I don’t know what I think.”

  “Did anything happen to the guys who hurt you?” Temple asked.

  “No. I left.”

  Temple made a soft, growling noise. “People suck, darling.”

  “Yeah. Totally.”

  “Present company excluded.” Temple gave him a wink.

  “Of course.” He winked back, trying to lighten the mood.

  “Come on, let’s get you that beer and put your past behind you, hmm?”

  “Yeah. I could make coffee. Do you drink coffee?”

  “No, but if you have herbal tea, I could have a hot drink with you. If not, I’m happy with water.”

  “I actually do have tea. Believe it or not, I drink chamomile and mint, both.”

  “Oh, I like mint, please.” Temple stayed close as they went down into the kitchen.

  “I can do that. Do you take lemon or milk or honey or anything?”

  “Mint I like just how it is. I do like lemon water, too, though. Like hot water with lemons.”

  “Oh. Ew?” No way.

  “It’s good! And cleansing, too.”

  “It can’t be good. It’s hot water.”

  “With lemon flavor.”

  “Uh-huh…” Luke grabbed the kettle, filled it up.

  “I’ll make it when it’s colder out and you can try it.”

  When it’s colder. It was the start of summer. Temple was planning to be here when it got colder. That meant fall. Right?

  Luke tried not to read too much into it. “Sounds good.”

  “Yeah, good deal.” Temple slid a hand around his waist.

  He let himself lean back into Temple’s arm. God, that felt good.

  “Mmm. Look at that—you fit perfectly, darling.”

  “We do. We fit.” It was a little amazing, actually.

  “Like yin and yang.”

  “Peanut butter and jelly.”

  “Temple and Luke.” Temple grinned. “Yeah. One of the great couples for the ages.”

  “Wouldn’t that be something?” Wouldn’t that be amazing?

  “It is something. You said it yourself, we fit.” Temple kissed the top of his head and bumped their hips together.

  He poured them both a cup of tea, letting it steep.

  “You could still have your coffee if you want to,” Temple suggested.

  “Hmm? Oh.” He’d forgotten. “The tea is fine.”

  “Cool.” Temple turned him and began to dance him around the kitchen.

  He had to laugh, had to—this was the most fun.

  “You want to watch a movie with me?” Temple asked, still moving them.

  “Of course. I want to spend time with you.” His phone started ringing again.

  “You still ignoring that, darling?”

  “I want to.” Should he?

  “Cool. How about we either turn it off or leave it in the other room?”

  “I’ll just turn it off.” He handed Temple his teacup, then looked at the phone. Don. There was a text, too.

  Hey man. Didn’t mean to hurt you.

  Temple didn’t say anything, simply stroked his spine, fingers running up and down.

  “I should text him back.”

  “Sure. You want me to go check our tea?” Temple offered.

  “Sure. I’ll just call him.” He called Don’s phone. “Hey. What’s up?”

  “You okay, man? You know I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  “I know. I’m sorry, I just… I need a couple days off, huh?” Some time to think.

  “Oh, honey, you’re pissed off at me, aren’t you?”

  “I… I’m not. I just… I need a few days. Temple’s a good man.”

  “I never meant to imply otherwise. I really am sorry, Luke. You’ll forgive me, right?” Donny did sound sorry.

  “You’re my best friend, Donny. There’s nothing I can’t forgive you. I’ll see you later.”

  “All right, good. Take your days, but don’t be a stranger, okay?”

  “I won’t. Love you, huh?”

  “Love you, honey.” Donny blew him noisy air kisses.

  “Dork.” He was laughing when he hung up the phone, though.

  Temple gave him a smile. “That sounded like a good call after all.”

  “It was. We made up.” He was a giant dork and felt like a high school girl.

  “Excellent.” Temple seemed genuinely happy for him. “You need to surround yourself with good stuff.”

  “Yeah. Donny is a good man. A very good man.”

  Temple held out his arms and when he went, he was wrapped in
a hug, Temple moving them again. He thought about asking about the tea, but he found he didn’t care.

  “You’re a good man too,” Temple murmured.

  “I try to be, man. I do.”

  “I don’t see how you could think you’re anything but.” They continued dancing, Temple moving to some tune in his head.

  He loved how Temple did that, how there was always dancing, always silent music.

  “I love moving with you, Luke.”

  “You’re reading my mind.”

  Temple smiled at him. “Am I?”

  “Uh-huh. You totally are.”

  “Well, cool.” Temple looked pleased by that, and he swung Luke around a little faster, the tune in his head obviously picking up.

  Luke trusted, let Temple lead, followed easily. They slowly moved from the kitchen to the living room, Temple rubbing their cheeks together now and then. Luke was melting into the embrace, sinking into it.

  It did feel like Temple had been made for him. No matter how ridiculous that was. He guessed that they could be ridiculous together for a while longer.

  He had no clue how long they danced for, but eventually Temple slowed and they were back in the kitchen. They stopped by the counter so they could grab their teas.

  “Movie?” Temple asked.

  “Sure.” Luke felt hypnotized.

  “What do you feel like watching?”

  They went back to the living room and sat together on the couch, Temple tugging him in close.

  “I’m easy.” He was feeling well loved and mellow.

  The corners of Temple’s lips twitched. “Only with me, I hope.”

  He pinched Temple’s hip, daring to play.

  Temple jerked, but laughed, too. “I’m taking that as a yes and screw you for asking.”

  “Exactly. See? Reading my mind.”

  Temple was still grinning at him. “Reading your mind. I like that.”

  He handed Temple the remote and sat, feeling suddenly overwhelmed. It wasn’t even a bad feeling.

  “So let me see if I can repeat the feat.” Temple put a hand on his forehead and closed his eyes. “You want to watch… March of the Penguins.”

  “Oh, how did you know?” He played along.

  “I read it in your mind.”

  “Wow.” He chuckled, applauded. It surprised him how quickly he was learning to need this.

  “Do you have it, or should we check out Netflix?”