Guns Leather and Tinsel

by Sean Michael

  “So fucking tight.” Boom’s voice was hoarse.

  “Feels fucking amazing,” he agreed, licking his lips as he groaned.

  Boom nodded his head, hips still working, moving into him with fucking power. His body tightened, fighting the pressure, the possession, but he couldn’t. Boom had him.

  “You want to come, but you can’t.” Boom looked pleased about that, pounding in harder.

  “Fuck you.” God, yes.

  Boom laughed, the sound pure fucking joy.

  Raptor wanted to grab his balls, to jack himself off, to kick out, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t do a fucking thing but take it. Take every thrust Boom gave him.

  His hole burned, but the pressure in his balls was the worst. He couldn’t escape the need to come, to shoot and get some release. And Boom looked at him like the man knew. It was fucking sensational.

  “Gonna make you wait, boy. Gonna make you scream and beg.”

  Boom’s words were a promise, he could tell. A fucking guarantee. He was going to lose his mind, but at least he’d die a happy man.

  Boom was a machine, pounding in non-stop. Raptor’s eyes rolled, his legs beginning to shake in their cuffs.

  “Gonna plug you up when I’ve come. Keep you like this for the rest of the fucking day. My own personal pet.”

  “Motherfucker!” Raptor couldn’t stop fighting, stop trying to move.

  Boom slammed in hard and froze, whole body going tight. Raptor strained, desperate to come, to shoot, working Boom’s cock as much as he could. Shudder after shudder went through Boom before he leaned back, easing up on the spreader bar.

  “Let me go.” He needed out, needed up. Needed to touch.

  “No, I don’t think so.” Boom pulled out and got rid of the condom, then grabbed a nice fat dildo from his box. “You need this.”

  “Let me go, you bastard!” His entire body reached for the plug.

  “I don’t think so, boy. I think I like you right where you are.” Boom slicked up the dildo, slowly, deliberately, gaze on him the entire time. He growled, slammed his head back into the pillows. “Here it comes, boy.”

  The thick head of the dildo was cold compared to Boom’s cock, but the way it spread him open was welcome. He tried to bear down, take it faster, but he didn’t have leverage. Boom responded by tugging the dildo out again.

  “Fuck.” Raptor ground his teeth together as he struggled.

  “You just had that. Now you have to wait.”

  He roared out his frustration, pulling hard against the bonds.

  “Always so pushy, so needy.”

  The dildo pushed suddenly into him, then Boom pulled it out just as quickly.

  “You don’t know. It’s hard to need this, here.” He might have been whining.

  “I fucking know, boy. Believe me.” Boom pushed the dildo back in and left it there this time.

  His entire body arched, his ass clamping down like a fist. Boom touched his prick, finger rubbing across the tip of his cock, rubbing in the drops coming from his slit.

  “Fuck! Yes. Yes, please. Jack me.”

  Boom shook his head, fucking him twice with the dildo instead. He groaned, twisted on the bed, his balls heavy, trapped in their ring.

  “Easy, boy.” Boom patted his balls like he’d heard Raptor’s thoughts.

  “There’s no easy. Nothing’s easy.”

  “All you have to do is lie there…that should be easy enough.”

  “That’s easy enough for you to say. I’m losing my mind here.” Raptor wanted to come so badly that he could hardly breathe.

  “I won’t leave you wanting all day.”

  Raptor wanted to believe him, needed to believe him, so he did.

  Then Boom went on. “But I am going to leave you wanting for a while.”

  He stuck his tongue out, the motion immediate, undeniable. Boom put his head back and laughed.

  “Laughing at me?” The pressure eased back a little, though.

  “You know it.”

  “You going to let me go now?” His cock could use a pump.

  “No, I’m going to play with these pretty rings.” Boom twisted his nipple rings.

  He arched into the touch. He didn’t know if the sensitivity made him want more or less. Then Boom did the same thing with his Prince Albert. Oh, hell. That one he knew he wanted more of.

  “I’d love to attach this to a leash and lead you around by it.”

  “It can’t happen.” It was a killer fantasy, though.

  “You’re pretty private out here.”

  “Yeah.” But anyone who found out would kill him. Some of them would make him pray to die beforehand.

  “I’m not looking to stitch you up, boy.”

  “What?” He didn’t follow.

  “You sounded pretty damn skeptical. I’m just saying I won’t stitch you up.”

  “I just...It’s not safe, huh? These guys that come to the bar...”

  Boom nodded. “I know, boy. You want the kind of beating I’m going to give you, but not the one they will.”

  Boom started undoing the ankle locks on the spreader bar. Raptor wasn’t sure if he was glad to be getting free or disappointed. His arms were freed as well, Boom rubbing them, easing any aches he might have.

  “The plug and cock ring are staying on, but I don’t want your muscles cramping. No touching, though, or your hands will go behind your back.”

  Oh, that was no fair. No fair at all.

  “Don’t give me that look, boy.” Boom was grinning, Asshole.

  “Not a boy.” Raptor’s cock was screaming for a touch.

  “You look like one to me.” Boom touched the very tip of his cock, circled it with a barely-there touch.

  His body arched so hard that he thought his spine would snap.

  “Oh you like that?”

  Like Boom didn’t know.

  Chuckling, Boom did it again, then stroked back and forth across his slit.

  “More. More, man. Aching.”

  “If we had more than just today, I would leave you bound and make you wait.” Boom kept touching, returning to his slit again and again, pushing against it.

  The words hit him, surprising him with regret. Raptor pushed the feeling away. His type of people didn’t get more than this, more than a good fuck every so often. He knew that. He got it.

  Boom wrapped his hand around Raptor’s cock, sliding along it. He bucked up, driving hard, knowing that Boom was about to go, to leave.

  “You gonna feed me breakfast?” Boom asked, hand twisting around Raptor’s tortured cock.

  He nodded, near desperate. Sure. Sure, yeah. What the fuck ever.

  Boom started jacking him earnestly, tugging away at his cock. The cock ring felt tighter and tighter, squeezing him, denying him. Just when he thought he was going to explode despite the thing, Boom pulled the ring off. The release of the ring’s pressure was almost too much, almost painful, and he curled up, fighting the urge to scream.

  Boom straightened him back out, hand tight on his cock and demanding his orgasm now.

  “Fuck...” His heels slammed on the mattress, beating on the bed.

  “Come on. I let you loose, you’ve got to come for me now.”

  “Trying! Trying! Oh, sweet fuck, I ache.”

  Boom grabbed his balls, pushing them. He screamed, head thrown back as he had the best orgasm of his life. Boom kept working his cock through it, then rubbed the cum into Raptor’s belly before flopping down next to him.

  Thank God Boom had been teasing about making him wait all day, he might have died. Expired from pure pleasure.

  Boom kissed the side of his face, then settled back again, one hand on his hip like Boom owned it.

  “You owe me breakfast, boy.”

  “I’ve got eggs.” He was fairly sure he did, anyway.

  “I’m not picky. Just hungry.” Boom gave him a wink, pinched his hip.

  Raptor growled softly, wanting to relax and enjoy his orgasm. He slipped out of bed
and grabbed his jeans, tugged them on so he could make food.

  Boom went up on his elbows. “Hey, I didn’t say you had to do it right this fucking second.”

  “You said you wanted food, man.”

  “You’re not into a little downtime after an orgasm?”

  “Yeah.” He totally was. Hell, his legs were still fucking shaking.

  “Then get back over here, baby.”

  He headed to the bed, pushed his jeans down and crawled back into bed. Boom’s arm came around him, holding him in place. It was fucking nice. A lovely fantasy.

  He warned himself, though. This wasn’t real. It was just what it was. That would have to be enough.

  Chapter Six

  Brian sat at the back of the bar, making himself watch the Bloody Sundays and not the sexy as fuck bartender. Raptor was fucking distracting.

  It was Brian’s own fault, too. He’d known he shouldn’t get involved where he was investigating, but he couldn’t be sorry for the time he’d spent with Raptor either. He just wished he could have more of it.

  His eyes tracked one of the Sundays as the guy came in. This one was top of his list after three days of observing. The guy was one of the lieutenants, but Brian was beginning to think he was running the guns without anyone’s knowledge. He would be lucky to have Brian arrest him before his club found out what he was doing.

  Unfortunately, Brian didn’t have enough to make that arrest.

  He’d not given Raptor any real attention after their time together and, to the man’s credit, Raptor seemed to get it. Brian fucking wanted it, though. Jesus it was fucked up. But Raptor… Raptor was... something fucking special.

  “You want another beer, man?” Bonnie asked him.

  “Nah, I haven’t finished this one yet.” He was nursing it hard. He had to keep his wits about him.

  “Holler if you need anything.”

  He needed something, all right. He needed this bust to fucking happen and it had nothing to do with it being almost Christmas and everything to do with the tall stud behind the bar. “Thanks, honey.”

  He pretended to take another chug out of his bottle, watching as an argument began between his suspect and the club leader.

  “...do you think you’re doing, you stupid bastard?”

  Getting up, he strolled to the bar top with his nearly empty bottle, ostensibly to get a refill. He needed to catch this argument. It could give him what he needed.

  “Dude! The money...”

  “That’s not what we do. That’s not us.”

  Okay, so that sounded an awful lot like his prime suspect was working solo. It would make life so much easier if he wasn’t trying to take down the entire fucking club.

  “Just because you’re too much of a coward to...”

  The leader’s fist flashed out, slamming into his suspect’s chin.

  And it was on, the two men were on each other, and Brian kept to the end of the bar, knowing full well that getting involved in this was likely to get him killed, or at least beaten down. He glanced over at Raptor, knowing Raptor wasn’t going to tolerate fighting in his bar.

  Raptor rolled his eyes, grabbed a baseball bat and pole vaulted over the bar. The first blow from the Louisville Slugger slammed down on a bar stool, a clear warning. “Break it up. Now.”

  Brian was impressed. And fucking turned on, god damn it. Raptor was stunning.

  It didn’t take long for the suspect to pull a Glock and point it at Raptor. Brian stood up, but Raptor just rolled his eyes and swung for the bleachers, connecting with the man’s wrist and sending the gun flying. “I said, now!”

  Fucking A.

  Brian would head out, follow his suspect once he left the bar and bring him in. His perp was screaming, holding his mangled hand which was already starting to swell.

  Come on, he willed the guy to take it outside where he could deal with it without blowing his fucking cover.

  When it looked like that wasn’t going to happen, he growled and headed for his suspect. Before he got there, the other members of the gang started moving out and the perp started trying to follow.

  Brian put his hand on the asshole’s shoulder. “Maybe you should let them go before they end you.” He’d escort this guy out in a few minutes and bring him in. If the club wasn’t a part of this, then it made more sense to nab this guy and get him to roll on his contacts.

  “He broke my hand,” the guy blubbered, cradling his mangled arm. “I’m going to kill the motherfucker.”

  “You and what army?” Brian asked, growling. “Teach you to bring a gun to a bat fight.” He gave Raptor a wink, holding on tight to the perp’s shoulder.

  Raptor nodded to him, taking the gun and putting it behind the bar.

  When the sounds of bikes faded off into the distance, Brian told Raptor, “I’ll take the garbage out for you.”

  “Appreciate it, man.” Raptor shook his head. “Fucking tired of this shit.”

  “You need a new clientele,” Brian suggested with a wink.

  He marched his perp out of the bar. “You got a name?” He only knew the man’s handle - Piston.

  “Piston. I can’t drive my Hog like this.”

  “Your fucking name asshole. It doesn’t say Piston on your driver’s licence.” He aimed the man toward his own bike.

  “What is it to you?”

  “I’m the man who’s going to get that taken care of, asshole.”

  “I’m Jim Vart. How am I going to hold on?”

  “I’m going to call in reinforcements, Jim.” He took his cuffs out of his back pocket where he’d been carrying them the last couple days, hoping for just this occasion to use them. “Jim Vart, I’m arresting you under suspicion of trafficking firearms.” He mirandized the asshole before grabbing his phone and calling it in, asking for a pick up.

  The guys were close and it didn’t take long before the blue lights appeared, the other bikers leaving the bar in a fucking swarm.

  He had his badge out around his neck as he talked to Watson who was lead on the case. “He sustained the injury in the course of being disarmed. I imagine you’ll be able to get him to turn on his partners. The club didn’t back up his play so he’s twisting in the wind on his own.”

  “Good deal. Rick and Manning found the stash of weapons, we’ve got a lock on it.”

  “Merry fucking Christmas, right?” He wasn’t going to look and see if Raptor was there looking at him, seeing his lie. Every cell in his body screamed for him to, but he didn’t.

  Watson grinned, the man was very pleased, Brian could tell. “You know it. Supposed to start snowing again soon. You’re going to have to stop playing motorcycle cop.”

  “Too bad. I’m good at it.” He fucking rocked at being a biker. He was even better at being a bad ass top.

  This time he did look back toward the bar. The doors were closed, the lights on the inside dark. He knew Raptor had to count the take, clean up before he went home. Besides, his bike was still right there. Would the man still want to see him? They could have a hell of a Christmas party, just the two of them.

  “You coming in to file your report, man?”

  “Like any of you are going to get it in before the holidays.” Christmas Eve tomorrow. They wouldn’t expect him back before January second.

  “It could happen. We’ve got a week.”

  “I’ll email you something.” He had time coming to him. He could spend it fucking a certain biker bar owner’s brains out, or he could fly down to Mexico and drink away his sorrows on the beach. He wanted option one, even though he knew there was a good chance Raptor would shoot him as soon as talk to him again now that his cover was busted.

  “Happy Christmas, man. Good work.” Watson clapped him on the shoulder.

  “Yeah, it’ll be a safer Christmas this year.”

  He shook hands with the guy. He’d worked with Watson as co-ordinator before. The man always had his ducks all in a row by the time things went to trial. Piston would stay off the street
s for a while, hopefully his contacts would as well.

  Watson was the last to leave, aside from him and Brian watched him go, waved then turned back to the bar. His and Raptor’s hogs were the only ones there. The little bartender girl must have vamoosed along with everyone else.

  Taking a breath, Brian went back in.

  He couldn’t not take the chance. Yeah, Raptor could be majorly pissed. Hell, the man could shoot him on sight or go after him with that baseball bat.

  Brian was hoping for a happy Christmas instead.

  Chapter Seven

  A cop.

  Well, Raptor hadn’t thought, had he? He’d had a one night stand with a hot guy and no one knew and thank God because otherwise he’d never work again. As it was, he was going to need to be careful. There could be repercussions just for having had Boom in the fucking bar to start with.

  He waited until the parking lot was empty and he closed down, put up a sign saying he’d be closed ‘til Boxing Day. He was almost ready to go when the door opened. He looked up to say they were closed when he saw it was Boom.

  “We’re closed.”

  “I know. I just wanted to make sure...” Boom’s voice faded.

  “I don’t let them do illegal shit in my bar. I’m not a criminal.”

  “I never said you were. I was just after the guy running guns.” Boom came toward him, as much a big fucking stud as he’d been when Raptor had first seen him.

  “Yeah. You got him. Congrats.”

  “So that’s it? Congrats. Don’t let the door hit you on the ass on your way out?” Boom was right there now, close enough to touch, gaze intense.

  “What? You wanted a one-nighter, you got one. Simple as that.” Raptor had just been a body in the night, he knew that.

  “That was all I had until this job was done. Now the job is over and it’s the holidays and I know just the present I want.”

  “So go find Santa and sit on his lap, man.” Raptor was going to shake apart.

  “Fuck Santa, I want you.” Boom growled and grabbed his arms, pulling him up against the firm chest and taking a long, hard kiss.

  Raptor arched, opening up, his entire body wracked with shudders. One big hand slid down to grab his ass, tugging him even closer. The kiss went on and on, Boom showing no signs of stopping.