by Sean Michael
He snorted and closed their mouths together, taking the hard kiss he wanted, grunting as Stephen responded, pushing his lover back up against the wall. Stephen pushed his fingers into Stephen’s hair, tugging them closer together.
His cock was hard, aching, need like a drum at the back of his head, beating low and fast. He started to hump, pushing Stephen hard against the wall with each push. God, he wanted it. Hot and hard and fast, then hot and slow and intense.
Stephen reached down, nails burning along his spine. He gasped. Yeah. Oh yeah, that’s what he desired, what he wanted.
“More,” he growled, shoving harder, getting a hand between them in order to open their pants.
“Pushy.” The sound of his dress shirt tearing was like a snarl.
He arched, moaning. “You know it.”
He got their zippers down, got his hand around both their cocks, working them nice and hard.
Stephen bit his bottom lip, hard enough to sting. “Yes. More.”
A shot of lightning went through him at the bite. Fuck, he loved this. Loved this man.
Jack stroked his thumb across the tips of their cocks, nail dragging over the sensitive flesh. A sharp cry pushed into his mouth, Stephen arching against him. He did it again, the pain going up his spine, settling in his balls as tight, hot need.
“Love!” Stephen’s heat sprayed over him, the scent heady.
“Yeah.” He just needed… He squeezed the head of his cock tight and cried out, his cum joining Stephen’s.
Stephen relaxed, nuzzling his neck, nipping and licking. He moaned, tugging Stephen’s shirt off and working his lover’s pants down. “Wanna tie you to the bed and fuck you blind.”
“You think you can?” Stephen was still hard, scorpion tattoo looking as if it was headed for those heavy balls.
He laughed, fingers tracing the black ink. “What—tie you up or fuck you blind?”
“Either or.” Stephen’s skin was covered in goosebumps.
“Oh, I think I can. And, what’s more, you know I can.” He leaned in and scraped his teeth along Stephen’s collarbone. That pale, pale skin turned a light pink, blushing for him. He hummed, biting this time, thumbnail sliding along the scorpion’s tail.
The low noise came with the tug and pull of Stephen’s fingers in his hair. Moaning, Jack wriggled his hips then stepped out of his pants. Then he was turning Stephen, pushing him toward the bed. Stephen made him work for it, long body pressed against him, cock hard and proud.
It excited him, fighting Stephen for dominance, for control. He shoved Stephen down onto the bed, following with his body.
“Such a pushy bastard.” Stephen arched up, rubbing, sliding against him.
“I try.” He smiled down at his lover and reached beneath his pillow, pretty damned sure he had at least one set of handcuffs there.
“Try harder.” Stephen laughed for him, twisting beneath him, that long body spinning.
He chuckled. “You moved the fucking cuffs.”
“Don’t want you to get bored, babe.”
“No chance of that.” He buried his lips against Stephen’s neck, nipping lightly.
“Oh!” Stephen gasped, body moving in needy, restless jerks. Yeah, Stephen wasn’t bored either.
He rolled, bringing Stephen with him, finding his lover’s shoulder with his teeth as he reached under the mattress for his backups.
“Jack! Love! Oh, fuck!”
Jack grabbed for him, pulling him closer. Fuck, he loved the fight. Maybe he’d only cuff one hand.
He rolled them again, getting Stephen on his back, and flipped the cuffs around one wrist and on the bedpost, shackling one arm. Stephen’s motions slowed, careful not to damage those wrists, those talented, musical hands.
“You shouldn’t have hidden the fur-lined ones,” Jack teased, turning his lover so that ass was high in the air.
“Wasn’t thinking.” There was a dark ‘J’ inked on the join of Stephen’s thigh and ass, an intricate design of Telemann’s Overture in A Minor covering the small of his back.
Jack bent and traced that J with his tongue, teeth dragging behind. Those long thighs parted, balls swaying, the scent of Stephen strong. Growling, he lowered his head, taking one of Stephen’s balls in his mouth.
“Oh…” Stephen stilled, panting, skin wrinkling under his tongue.
He laughed around the sensitive globe and let Stephen feel his teeth.
“Jack.” The whisper was rough, hungry, Stephen spreading. Yeah, there was his needy lover, right there with him.
He pushed his thumb into Stephen’s hole, his cock throbbing, aching to be buried in the tight heat. Stephen squeezed him, groaning, muscles fluttering around his thumb. He shuddered and bit down on the ball in his mouth again.
Stephen cried out, the chain on the cuffs tinkling.
Groaning, he slowly let Stephen’s ball go. “Gonna beg for me, Stevie?” he asked, pushing his thumb in deeper.
“Not a chance.” That little hole squeezed again.
“Damn.” He chuffed softly and went for the other ball, adding his other thumb in Stephen’s ass. Stephen rocked, body taking him in, tugging at him. He nipped at the ball sac then bit at Stephen’s ass. “You want more, Stevie?”
“My name is Stephen.” Oh, yeah. Stephen wanted more. Stubborn man.
“It is?” He let one thumb slide out, rubbing along the wrinkled flesh.
Stephen growled low, hole twitching under his touch. He buried his nose in the small of Stephen’s back, breathing in the scents of skin and sweat, musk and cum. He rubbed his cock along the back of Stephen’s thigh, teasing them both.
Stephen moaned, the sound soft, husky. “So hot.”
“You want a piece of it, Stevie?” He shoved his second thumb back in, pushing harder against Stephen’s thigh. He was going to make his lover fly.
“Oh. Jack. Love…” Stephen moaned, hips shifting, fucking slamming back toward him.
Oh, that was almost as good as begging. Almost.
He pulled both thumbs out this time, hand going to Stephen’s balls, fondling them roughly.
“Bastard.” Stephen lifted his head, hair wild and mussed, panting for it.
He slid his hand along Stephen’s cock, pinching the head and sliding back down. “Your bastard.”
“Yes.” His lover rippled, nodded. “Mine.”
“Yeah.” He traced the intricate tattoo on the small of Stephen’s back with his tongue, letting the tip of his cock slide along Stephen’s legs.
“Oh. I want…” Stephen arched, moaning low.
He continued to lick. “Beg, Stevie. Tell me how much.”
He could feel Stephen fight it, loving the way those slim hips rocked and shifted against him. “Been days. Days.”
“I know.” Fuck, he loved that stubborn streak.
His cock bumped Stephen’s hole, promising, threatening, and his lover growled, the sound sexy, wild. “Do it. Jack. I need, now. Fuck me. Need your cock, yeah? Need you.”
“Mmm, are you begging me, Stevie?”
The cuffs jingled again. “No. Bastard.”
He groaned. Fucking stubborn, beautiful asshole.
He let his cock drag across Stephen’s hole again, then collapsed onto his back next to Stephen, stroking himself, letting Stephen watch.
He got a disbelieving look. “Jack? You’ve got that hand every fucking day.”
He pasted on a lazy, unconcerned smile. “You want it? You know what you need to do.”
“Fuck off.” Stephen’s free hand reached back, three fingers sliding deep into that tight little hole. Oh fuck, that was beautiful, his Stephen flushed and hard, riding.
Shit, he was going to go off from watching if he wasn’t careful. “Don’t you make me cuff your other wrist, Stevie.”
“Too fucking busy jacking off to do it.” Stephen rippled, eyes hot and watching him.
He reached lazily with one hand, looking for something to use, crowing when he found his tie.
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sp; “Fucking love that smile…”
He surged up, pushing his tongue down Stephen’s throat. He grabbed Stephen’s hand, pulling his long fingers out of that fine ass and looping the tie around the beautiful wrist. Stephen bucked beside him, rubbing hard, trying to get off.
He looped the other end of the tie around a bedpost, effectively shackling Stephen’s second hand. Then he went back to jacking off. “You still refuse to beg?”
“Bitch.” Stephen’s growl was part fury, part need.
He pushed his own growl of frustration into a hum, working his cock slowly. The trick was to outlast Stephen’s stubborn streak. Of course that didn’t mean he couldn’t tilt the scales a little. He collected the liquid from the tip of his cock and painted Stephen’s lips with it. Stephen groaned, lips wrapping around his finger and sucking hard.
He couldn’t hide the ripple that went through him, so he had to start playing dirty. He slid his free hand down to play with Stephen’s balls, teasing and tugging on them. Stephen groaned and spread for him, mouth still bobbing on his fingers. He reached back to Stephen’s ass again, letting his fingernail scrape along the wrinkled skin around Stephen’s hole.
“Oh…” Stephen’s head lifted. “Want you.”
“Yeah?” He scraped again. “You absolutely sure you do?”
“Yes. Yes, Jack. Fuck me. Make me yours.”
He moved back onto his knees behind Stephen, running his fingers in hard lines along Stephen’s back, nails leaving marks. He nudged at the hot little hole that he wanted into in the worst way. “You ready to beg for it, Stevie?”
“Oh. Oh, fuck. Please. Please, Jack. I need…”
He shouted triumphantly and pushed into the best place on earth he knew. Arching, Stephen moaned, words pouring from his lover. He grabbed Stephen’s shoulders for leverage and started thrusting away, fucking his lover with everything he had. Stephen met each thrust, their bodies slamming together, skin slapping.
It was raw and wild and exactly what he needed.
He got one hand around Stephen’s cock, tugging roughly as he continued to plow in.
“Fuck! Jack!” Stephen bucked, ass squeezing him like a fist.
He rubbed his thumb at the base of Stephen’s cock, the spot that made his lover nuts. “Come for me, Stevie. Show me how fucking good it is.”
“Jack!” There it was, hot and needy, wet and musky and Stephen.
He moaned, shoving into Stephen and losing his load. It shook him from his head to his toes and all points in between, and, damn, that made the day better.
Stephen moaned, relaxing beneath him. “Hey.”
He moaned, kissing the back of Stephen’s neck. “Hey.”
Pulling out made him grunt, but he did it, leaning up to release Stephen’s hands from their bonds before collapsing next to his lover. Stephen scooted close, skin soft and warm against him.
“Hey, Stevie,” he murmured, tugging his lover closer.
“Mmm…love you. Bad day better now?”
“All better.”
He turned Stephen’s face up, giving his lover a warm kiss, full of banked passion. Stephen cupped his face, tongue sliding along his.
Jack hummed into the kiss, then lay there, stroking Stephen’s skin. “We got anything planned tonight?”
“Nothing magical, no.”
“Let’s go to Swann’s, then. Have a nice meal together.” Stephen in good clothes made him horny.
“I’ll call and reserve our table. Although, God knows who’ll we’ll get. Sweet Trevor went home to Alabama.”
“I’m not fussy—I just want someone who won’t spill the food. And who has a nice ass. And who looks at you as if you’re dessert and me as if I’m a god.” He sighed. “Why ever did Trevor leave?”
“He got a sugar daddy. Somebody big and buff to take care of that adorable body.”
“Good for him! Even if it does leave us without the best waiter in town.”
They’d had a taste of that body more than once. Trevor played nicely, liked his sex a little kinky.
“Yeah, I know.” Stephen pouted. “And left us low on playmates.”
“We’ll have to go cruising, Stevie.” Not tonight, though. He didn’t need the pressure, wasn’t in the mood for sharing his lover, even if the payoff was a sweet sub they could take turns fucking into oblivion.
“Yeah. Later.” Oh, yeah. That was one of the things he loved about Stephen. The man knew him, knew what he needed. Sometimes gave it to him. Usually made him work for it, though, and he loved that, too.
He rolled Stephen onto his back and lay on top of that long body. Maybe they’d order pizza.
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About the Author
Bestselling author Sean Michael is a maple-leaf-loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used book stores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.
Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.
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