by Sean Michael
Duncan screamed, the sound like a really loud cornered rat. He backed up, then turned and ran, disappearing among the pedestrians on the street. Lance took off after him. Growling, Tide followed. “You wait for me, boy!”
“Fuck. Someone call Union. Right fucking now.” Rec’s arm came around his shoulders. “Are you okay, B?”
“Fine. I may have broken his arm.” He hoped he had, actually.
“I hope you did,” muttered Rec, echoing his thoughts. “Did someone call Union?”
“Yeah, I did.” Tyrone was scanning the street. “I can see Tide, but not Lance or the asshole. Tide’s still headed north.”
“I hope Lance is going to be okay….”
Tyrone snorted. “If he didn’t listen to his master, his ass is going to be blistered.”
Bran nodded. “It wasn’t smart running after him, either. That guy looked crazy.”
“It was a brave, if stupid, thing to do,” Tyrone noted. “Ah, Tide is headed back this way. I imagine he has Lance with him.”
Rec pulled Barclay close, up against his body. “They need to catch that motherfucker and get his ass in jail.”
“Hell yeah.” Barclay grinned, though, because that bastard would know he wasn’t playing around anymore. He had to be left alone.
A car pulled up in front of the gym, lights flashing, and Union jumped out. “He was here?”
“He was, but Barclay scared him off.” Rec sounded so proud.
Tide and Lance came up to them. “Lance followed him until he turned off two blocks up. I think he was injured.”
“I’m going to call it in.” Union looked them all over, his gaze ending on Barclay. “Is everyone here okay?”
“I’m fine.” He was more than fine. He felt a little exhilarated, even.
“Okay. Good. Good. I’m going to call this in and go after him.” Union got back into his car and drove off.
“You ready for lunch?” He couldn’t stop grinning.
“I am. And clearly you are too.” Rec looked a little bemused.
“Yep. I want a burger.” Lousy motherfucker, thinking he could be intimidated. No more.
“Yeah? Cool. Let’s try that new WORKS burgers place. It’s only a few blocks down.” Rec took his hand, twining their fingers together before letting go so he could use his crutches.
“Sounds good to me.”
“So you’re really okay about running into him?” Rec asked as they made their way toward the restaurant, Rec walking at Barclay’s pace.
“No, but I’m really okay with how I reacted to it.”
“You were strong and you stood your ground. You were kind of amazing, really.” Rec gave him a grin. “I heard you screaming ‘fuck off.’ You were pissed and letting him know it.”
“Don’t get me wrong, it felt great to have backup, but….” He kept moving. “It felt damn good to be able to deal.”
“I bet. You’ve been chomping at the bit with nothing to do. You’re a dealing kind of guy. One of the things I like about you.”
The restaurant came into sight and they headed for it.
“Thank you. I am. I used to be, and I intend to be again.” He felt like he was healing, genuinely.
“I know.” Rec held the door for him. “I’m really proud of you. Like really.”
“I am too. Like really. Thanks, love.”
“I can’t wait to get you home so we can celebrate properly.” Rec winked, then turned to the hostess. “For two, please.”
They got seated and settled, Rec sliding in next to him. Rec pressed close, warming him all along his side. “Mmm. You feel good, baby.”
“Thank you. I do. Feel good, I mean. I was so mad, I wasn’t going to let him take another thing.”
“I’m glad. You have a core of strength, and I’m glad you found it.” Rec’s hand dropped to his thigh, sat there.
“So, did you turn in the plans?” He was ready to start.
“Uh-huh. They’re putting the class up on the board tomorrow morning. We’ll see how sign-ups go.” Rec grinned and squeezed his leg. “I bet they go good. I bet they fill up quickly.”
“I hope so. I think we could make it work.”
“It’s going to be great. You know all your stuff. You’ll make sure I get it right.” Rec opened the menu, looking through it. “Oh, I think I’m going to get the Sk8er Boy burger.”
“What’s that? Are you cheating on me with a burger?” He had to tease.
Rec chuckled for him, eyes bright, smile warm. “You could have one all of your own too.”
“Ooh! A foursome!” He started cackling.
“That’s a lot of cocks to suck,” murmured Rec, barely able to keep a straight face.
“Totally. I have yours to deal with—that’s enough.”
“Are you saying I have a huge cock?” Rec asked, eyes twinkling, the hand on his thigh moving up and down.
“I’m saying it’s a mouthful.”
“And I’m saying you’re making me hard.” Rec glanced at his menu and around the restaurant. “We haven’t even been asked what we want to drink yet. You wanna go home and eat each other for lunch?”
“Can we order in burgers for supper?”
“Yep. Look—they participate in UberEATS here. So we can even get our Sk8er Boys.” Rec laughed. “Come on, before the waitress actually shows up.” Rec grabbed his hand and helped him slide out of the booth.
“Don’t forget my crutches.”
“I’ll grab ’em.” Rec leaned over the booth and got them.
Barclay took advantage and seized Rec’s butt, making him jump.
“B!” Rec laughed.
He went for innocent, knowing it wouldn’t work, not even for a second. Rec snorted and handed over his crutches.
“That look might have worked while you were laid up in the hospital.”
Their waitress came rushing over. “Oh, are you going?”
“Yep. Changed our minds.” Rec put a hand on his lower back, guiding him out.
“You were great!” Barclay called back. “We’re just going to get laid!”
Rec’s mouth dropped open. “B!” Then he laughed, tugging him close. “Oh God, I do love you.”
He winked, then started to laugh good and hard. Laughing while he crutched along made the walk seem much quicker, and Rec kept making comments, making the bright day even more so.
It was like his world was becoming lighter every second. It had been ever since he met Rec. Each moment built his confidence and helped him find his own strength.
“Penny for them,” Rec said.
“What?”
“For your thoughts. Penny for your thoughts.”
“Does anybody say that anymore?” he asked.
Rec shrugged. “I don’t know, but I just did.” Then he laughed. “Although as we don’t do pennies anymore, you’re going to have to take payment out in trade.”
“I was thinking how happy I am. How glad I am to be with you.”
“I feel the same way. All the time.” Rec kissed him in front of the lobby doors, then unlocked them and ushered him in.
“Me too. I’m stupidly lucky to have you.” He paused a second, then continued, “And your cock.”
Rec cackled and hustled him to the elevator where he was pushed up against the wall, Rec rubbing that cock against his belly as the doors slid closed. Barclay hummed and pushed back, focusing on his need, on their desire.
His own cock was hard, and he could feel the matching heat pressing against him, Rec full-on wanting him badly. It felt so good—to want together. To be right there in it with a partner who specifically wanted him and wanted to make him feel good.
“I want you,” he muttered. “Over and over. I want to be full, love.”
“I’m ready to give you what you need. Plus, that plug we ordered was delivered yesterday while you were napping. I unpacked it, washed it, and set it in the drawer, ready to use.”
The elevator dinged, and Rec encouraged him out, hands on his hips
as he crutched his way down the hall. His mouth was dry from need, from pure desire, and he was achingly erect, his balls full.
Rec knew too, gaze traveling over his body, lingering at his middle. “You’re so hot like this.”
“Am I?” He knew he was getting stronger, getting healthier, coming back from his fall.
“Uh-huh. The excitement makes you shine.” Rec didn’t look or sound like he was teasing.
“Thank you.” He owed Rec a lot, but mainly for reminding him how to find himself again.
Rec opened the door, went in ahead of him, then locked up once he was in. “Put the crutches in the corner, B. I’ll get you to the bedroom.”
“I can do that.” He set the crutches aside and stepped close.
Rec grabbed his ass and lifted him, carrying him down the hall as he laughed and held on.
“You want the sling today, B? We’re gonna take our time, and you could float through it.”
“How do you need me? I’m yours. Every inch of me.”
Rec set him on his feet and took his mouth, the kiss very thorough. Meanwhile, Rec slid his hands along Barclay’s back, coming again and again to his ass to squeeze and pinch and stroke. “I’m going to put you in the sling so I can move you any way I want without stressing anything.”
He approved. The sling was one of his favorite things—he could fly and feel.
Rec slowly moved them over to the sling, which had found a permanent home in their bedroom. They’d gotten good at getting him into the thing, and Rec didn’t even have to stop kissing him to do it. Which meant that by the time he was lying back, floating, he was also breathless, his lips swollen. His cock bounced on his belly, leaving wet, soft kisses on his skin.
Rec had stripped too, and his body was beautiful, all washboard abs and defined muscles. Rec’s cock was hard and glistening at the tip, and Barclay knew Rec was ready for him, wanted him. He licked his lips, hungry for anything Rec wanted to give him, to be full and stretched and taken.
“I snuck a pair of nipples clamps in with that plug order. I thought, until we got your nipples pierced, they’d be a fun addition.” Rec rubbed his thumbs against Barclay’s nipples, the touch firm, solid.
His breath hiccupped for a moment. Nipple clamps. He hadn’t had anything done to his nipples since Duncan had pulled out his nipple ring. He should have left the fucker that day.
Rec pinched his right nipple hard. “Pay attention, baby.”
“I was!” Okay, so maybe he’d been a little distracted.
“Good. I want to make sure I have your full attention when I put the clamps on.”
“I do. You do. I mean, I am. Focused.”
Rec chuckled. “Are you sure?” He wasn’t given a chance to answer before Rec pinched both nipples together, making him arch in the sling. “God, you look good.”
His legs tensed, relaxed, then tensed again as Rec pinched and tugged rhythmically.
“It’s like you’re dancing,” Rec noted as he continued to work Barclay’s nipples. He was obsessed. Barclay couldn’t complain about that.
“You make me need to move. Your fingers drive me mad.”
“You’re allowed to move as much as you want,” Rec told him, a little grin playing at the corners of his lips.
When Rec had his right nipple dark red and aching, he placed the nipple clamp on it and slowly let the teeth close over Barclay’s nipple.
Barclay gasped, a flame lit on his skin for a second. He breathed deeply, even as Rec crooned for him to do so. Then Rec flicked the clamp, and that flame lit him up again.
“Rec. Rec, take it off.” Except he didn’t know whether he wanted that.
“That wouldn’t be much fun. And I’ve got the other one to put on still.” Rec flicked the nipple clamp again, then began to play with his scarred nipple, drawing it up until it was nice and hard.
“But….” His eyes crossed, and he gulped in air, his cock achingly hard.
“I’ll get to your butt eventually, I promise.” Rec cupped one asscheek and squeezed, and then he placed the second nipple clamp on. Barclay’s chest burned from his nipples outward.
He wanted to scream. To shout and buck and curse. All that came out was a moan, his toes and fingers curling hard.
“I have you, B. Breathe. I have you.”
He nodded. He knew that. He believed it.
Rec smiled down at him. “I’ll always give you what you need.”
He knew that too.
Rec flicked the nipple clamps—both of them at the same time—making him buck up despite the sling.
“That’s good, hmm?”
“It’s big.” He wasn’t sure if it was good.
“Big is good.” Rec rubbed his belly, the contrast with the burn of the clamps on his nipples just about perfect.
He began to relax, to breathe in and out, nice and steady.
“That’s it, B. You’re doing great.” Rec flicked the clamps, then rubbed, then flicked, then rubbed, over and over. It was intoxicating as fuck.
He began to moan, the sounds filling the air. He knew Rec didn’t mind his sounds.
“That’s it—show me how much you like it.” Rec kissed his throat, then each of his nipples. His belly, the tip of his achingly hard cock. His balls before the balls of his feet. “Love your body. Every damn inch.”
It wasn’t just words either. Rec proved it, lovingly touching every inch of him. Gentle, firm, light and easy, more intense—Rec gave it all to him. He felt cherished and turned on at the same time. A buzz moved through him, and he twisted his hands in the straps.
“I’m getting to you,” murmured Rec, speaking the words against his skin and leaving it tingling and eager for touches.
Rec licked each of his nipples, barely touching the clamps, making it almost gentle, like a whisper. Then Rec blew, the air shocking and cold against his heated nips.
He cried out, and Rec blew again. This time it was less shocking and more enjoyable, the cool air spreading a new feeling along his heated skin. He undulated, the sling moving with him, swinging him in the air.
“Hungry man, dancing for me, needing me.”
He didn’t have any reply for that; it was all true. He kept undulating, kept moving as much as the sling would let him. Rec continued to touch, to worship his body with warm, eager fingers.
Soon, though, he needed more—more pressure, more pleasure. More Rec. Like he knew—he always knew—Rec moved to his cock, fingers playing across the head.
“I picked up another toy along with the plug and the clamps. Do you want to hear about it?”
He nodded. Of course he wanted to hear about it.
“It’s called a penis plug, and well, you can imagine what it does from the name. It’s a little plug that goes into your slit. It keeps your come inside you when you orgasm. It’s going to be glorious.”
“What? You’re serious? It stays in?”
“It does. For as long as we want. You’re going to love being plugged from both ends.” Rec touched one thumb to his slit, the other to his hole, and pressed against both at the same time. All Barclay could do was gasp and buck, hips rolling. He pushed up, then back, then up again.
“Mmm, yeah. I knew you’d love this. Knew you’d get off on being filled cock and ass, being fucked in both too. You’re such a sensualist.” Rec kept working with him, adding pressure as he rocked.
“I don’t know about both, but I’ll try.”
“We’ll do the penis plug first because it’s the one that’s new. And I’ll fuck you before I plug your ass.”
“I….” How weird could it be? He’d fallen four stories, he’d survived that, so he could do this.
“Should I just do it?” Rec asked, pressing his thumb right into Barclay’s ass. The burn echoed the one in his nipples. “Or do you want me to keep talking about it so you can imagine what it’s going to be like?”
“More. More. Please.” That thumb wasn’t enough.
“Your cock slit first. Or should I fi
ll your ass with a little plug to grip while I fill your slit….” Rec tilted his head. “Mmm, yeah. I think that’s the way to go.”
He grabbed the lube and slicked his fingers up. Barclay found his toes curling again, this time with anticipation. He loved being filled, loved to feel Rec prepping him first. All of it. Rec drove him out of his mind. “Love when you touch me inside.”
“Yeah, there’s very little I like doing more.” Rec rubbed his hole with a slick finger, then pressed it into him, smooth and easy. “Oh yeah. Love your heat and the silk of you inside.”
He could soar, fly higher and higher, just with that touch.
Rec pushed his finger deeper, slowly fucking him with that little digit. He knew more was coming, and he was able to go with it, float there and let Rec push him higher.
He lost himself in the sensation, barely noting when one finger became two. It just sort of happened, his ass suddenly fuller. He loved the stretch, that slight burn that faded into the most amazing ache. But most of all, he loved the sensation of being filled.
Rec’s fingers touched his gland, the lightning shooting from that point to his clamped nipples, lighting both up. Several more bumps had his cock bouncing on his belly, leaving fat drops of precome on his skin.
“Jesus!” He pushed down, riding that touch faster, rocking down as best he could.
“I love it when you take what you want.” Rec gave him another finger, this stretch more of what he was craving. “Gonna put that pretty little plug inside you. Keep you stretched and filled so that when I’m finished putting the penis plug inside your cock, I’ll be able to take the butt plug out and sink into you straight away.”
Rec always made the most wonderful plans and told him all about them, making him so damn hot. Rec always followed through too, which made the anticipation that much sweeter.
He nodded. Why play hard to get? Seriously? They both knew what they wanted.
Rec pulled his fingers away, leaving Barclay empty, but he knew Rec wouldn’t leave him empty for long. Sure enough, a moment later he felt the cold, blunt head of the plug pressed against his asshole. He moaned softly. It wasn’t Rec, but it was a promise of what was to come.
Rec pushed it all the way in, circled it a few times, then settled it right there in the perfect spot. He moaned, shifting in the sling to feel it inside him. Leaning in, Rec pressed a kiss on his ass, then on his balls.
