Crashing the Net

by Wayland, Samantha

  Now Alexei was moaning. He ground his cock against Mike’s, trying to find relief, trying to understand how Mike could love this. To seem to want everything Alexei dished out as much as Alexei loved to dish it.

  Alexei tortured the other nipple until it, too, stood at attention, and then bit again, his heart pounding at the thought of his mark lingering on Mike for days after. He dragged the broad flat of his tongue downward and left a shiny line over Mike’s sternum, then nipped each bump of Mike’s abs as he traveled lower.

  Mike jerked against his mouth with every sting, begging for more. His grip in Alexei’s hair was painful. Perfect.

  Alexei looked up the long line of Mike’s torso, expecting to see Mike’s head thrown back. His eyes squeezed shut. But instead he found himself staring into Mike’s wide, smoldering gaze. Mike’s teeth dug into his own swollen bottom lip harder than anything Alexei had done.

  He arched one brow a jumble of thoughts and desires muddling his brain. “I don’t even know where to begin.”

  Mike’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice hoarse when he said, “Do whatever you want.”

  Alexei thought he might have died and gone to fucking heaven. How long had he wanted a man to say those exact words to him? How many times had he been disappointed?

  He growled against Mike’s smooth, flat belly, rewarding Mike for his gift by driving his tongue into the deep divot of his navel while his teeth sank into firm muscle.

  “Alexei!”

  He couldn’t tell if Mike meant to shout his approval, or beg him to go on. He smiled against the barely-there trail of silky hair beneath Mike’s belly button, nuzzling along its length until his chin caught on the band of elastic at the waist of Mike’s boxer briefs. His long, hard shaft pressed against Alexei’s throat. Beseeching eyes begged him to keep going.

  Alexei sat up on his heels, no longer touching Mike anywhere. Mike didn’t protest. Didn’t grab or squirm or make demands. He simply stared up at Alexei and waited.

  Alexei felt the slow smile crawl over his face, unable to mask the unexpected joy of having Mike, willingly, happily, at his mercy. Goddamn, he was perfect.

  Mike made a questioning noise, a little whimper accompanied by his brows quirking and his eyes darting to the bedside table. Alexei waited, watched how Mike held still, not doing anything until Alexei nodded once. Only then did Mike snake his arm out and yank open the drawer. He immediately tucked his hand back at his side.

  Alexei scanned the contents of the drawer, his eyebrows steadily lifting.

  Condoms. Lube. Dildos. Plugs.

  “My, my, Michael, you are full of surprises.”

  “I only meant…” Mike’s cheeks went pink.

  He leaned in to examine a few of the items more closely. “A bit of a size queen, aren’t you?”

  Now Mike’s face glowed scarlet, even the blush on his chest turning a dull red, and Alexei couldn’t help but laugh.

  “No, I—”

  Mike’s voice strangled off on an embarrassed groan when Alexei lifted the largest of the dildos from the drawer and hefted its considerable weight against his palm. “I think I’m intimidated.”

  “I don’t—”

  “Don’t you?”

  Mike’s wide, unblinking eyes were answer enough. He most certainly did.

  The only question remaining was what Alexei would do with all this new information. “Do you want me to put this in you?”

  “No.”

  No hesitation. Mike’s eyes never left his, not once straying to the huge toy in his palm or anything else in the drawer. He was utterly focused on Alexei.

  Alexei sucked in a deep breath and barely resisted pressing the heel of his palm against his now-painfully erect cock.

  “What do you want, Michael?”

  “You.”

  Chapter Seven

  Mike waited the longest, most excruciating minute of his life as Alexei considered his shameless, honest plea. Sprawled across the bed beneath Alexei’s scrutinizing gaze, Mike was painfully aware of his hot blush and helpless need. Months of suppressed emotions were no doubt blatant on his face, in his eyes, and he didn’t care. All that mattered was whatever Alexei did next.

  “Get up, get naked, and get on your knees on the bed.”

  Mike was on his feet before Alexei had finished speaking. His boxer briefs were gone a second later, his face to the mattress a second after that.

  This. This was what he wanted.

  Alexei draped himself over Mike like a warm, living blanket. His lips brushed the shell of Mike’s ear when he spoke. “I didn’t tell you to bend over. I told you to kneel.”

  Mike immediately tried to get up, annoyed at himself for fucking up, but Alexei held him in place.

  “No. Stay. I like that you did this.”

  Mike closed his eyes and nodded against the cool sheet as a rush of pleasure wound through him at Alexei’s praise. A needy sound escaped when Alexei’s weight lifted off his back.

  Two hands cupped his ass, smoothing over skin and spreading him open. Exposing him completely.

  “I’ve wanted to do this, see this, since the moment I realized you were waxed clean. Since that first night in the showers.”

  Mike’s face heated again, even as blood surged into his cock and his balls snugged tighter to his body. Alexei had thought about this. About him. For just as fucking long as Mike had.

  The happy noise erupting from Mike’s chest probably ought to have been embarrassing.

  One hand gently tapped his ass rhythmically. “I ought to spank you for not telling me the truth.” Each touch was firmer than the one before, but they still weren’t more than a pat. Mike’s entire focus narrowed down to where each blow landed.

  “I’m sorry,” Mike gasped, afraid to ask which truth Alexei meant. That he was gay? A size queen? The happiest man alive with his face smashed to the bed and his ass in the air? There was a lot of fucking truths being revealed in this bed right then.

  “Does your family know? Your father?”

  A chill ran down Mike’s spine, tightening every muscle. “Jesus Christ, don’t.”

  Alexei’s hand landed and remained pressed to his skin. “Spank you?” Challenge edged his voice.

  “No, for the love of Christ, don’t bring up my father.”

  Alexei chuckled. “Fair enough.”

  Alexei cupped Mike’s balls in one hand, the other reaching forward to wrap around his cock. “So, yes to spanking?” Alexei asked curiously, casually, in the same tone he would use to confirm they’d chosen pizza for dinner.

  “Please.”

  A hand pumped along the length of Mike’s shaft and he groaned, as pleased with his reward as Alexei seemed to be with his answer.

  “Really?” Alexei sounded distinctly dubious.

  Christ, Mike didn’t know how to make Alexei believe. Mike had to swallow just to get his voice to work and resorted to blurting out the unvarnished truth. “Yes. Spank me. Fuck me. Whatever you want.”

  Mike’s head was still spinning with the sound of his own voice begging to be fucked, when his balls were released, followed by the sounds of Alexei rummaging around in his bedside drawer. Mike’s heart rate doubled, his ass clenched. He squeezed his eyes shut and told himself to chill the fuck out before he blew from barely a touch.

  God, but what a touch. It was Alexei. Alexei’s hand on his dick. Alexei’s firm lips brushing across the small of his back, murmuring unexpectedly sweet things. Mike had never thought of himself as sexy. Or beautiful—god, Alexei had just called him beautiful—until now. He felt the sting of tears in his eyes and screwed them shut tighter.

  A fingertip slid down his crack and over the wildly sensitive skin surrounding his hole. Mike jerked against the teasing pressure, blindly attempting to impale himself. To get what he’d been craving for months and distract himself for everything he’d never even had the nerve to dream of hearing and having with Alexei.

  The touch disappeared.

  “I’m in ch
arge, Michael.”

  “Yes.” Thank god. It was what he wanted. Needed. And not just because he was embarrassingly inexperienced. It was bigger than that.

  Cool lube circled his entrance but this time he held perfectly still. “I’m going to do what I want. That’s what you said.”

  Mike’s entire focus was honed down to the press and tickle of that one finger. He could barely get it together enough to mumble, “I meant it.”

  Alexei worked at the muscles surrounding his hole, pressing and messaging. Fighting tightly clenched muscles. Mike whimpered, begging for the invasion, straining to hold still and scolding himself to relax.

  God, he thought he might die of happiness and relief when Alexei’s thick finger finally slid into him. Easing deeper, farther. He wanted to beg him to keep going, to stretch him more, faster, but then Alexei rotated his hand, his fingertip brushing against Mike’s prostate, and all he could do was groan.

  “Does that feel good?”

  Mike practically sobbed. “I thought we were done asking questions with exceedingly obvious answers?”

  A calloused palm landed against his ass, hard, the loud crack of skin meeting skin echoing in the air around them. Fire spread from beneath Alexei’s palm straight into Mike’s cock, blitzing Mike’s brain.

  “Do you want another?” Alexei asked, his deep voice loaded with threat.

  “Yes.”

  A second finger pushed into his ass, catching Mike off guard. He yelped.

  Alexei stilled.

  “I thought you meant another spank,” Mike gasped, his head floating somewhere above his body. He’d clenched tight when Alexei had spanked him and now Alexei’s second finger felt big. Bigger than it should. Way fucking better than anything.

  “Is that a complaint?”

  Mike gave a breathless laugh. “No. God, no.”

  “Good.” Mike could hear Alexei’s smile.

  His sweet reward was a whack to the other cheek. He clenched again, the zing heavenly. “More.”

  “Do we need to review who’s in charge here, Michael?”

  “No.” Not even a little.

  Mike grabbed great handfuls of his own hair in his fists, trying to ground himself as he lay still, silent, and waited. He took a deep, stuttering breath when Alexei began to pump his fingers, deep in his ass. Thrusting, then scissoring them apart.

  It was too much. Not enough. Too good. Mike was desperately afraid he was going to embarrass himself.

  Alexei’s thrusts became more powerful, deeper, the muscles loosening quickly, opening for Alexei. Pleasure unraveled, sending jolts of ecstasy to every part of Mike’s body. He swore he felt each hair on his body stand at attention.

  “Please, god. Hurry.”

  “You’re not ready,” Alexei said gruffly, not bothering to remind Mike he wasn’t the one making the decisions. They both understood now that Mike was begging for exactly that reason.

  “Yes, I am.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I do. I want you to hurt me. Just a little. Please.

  Mike couldn’t say it. He buried his face against the bedding and tried to breathe. Again, he lamented his utter lack of experience. Maybe lots of guys were like him? Maybe Alexei would—

  Insert a third finger.

  Mike lifted onto his elbows and shouted something unintelligible.

  Alexei chuckled. It was the sexiest sound ever.

  Mike spread his knees wide, his cock dragging across the bedding with every trust, leaking pre-come on the sheet, his belly. Heat spooled in his spine, his stomach twisting with the need for the release he held back.

  “Please, Alexei. I need you,” he cried.

  Alexei’s hand stilled, thrust deep, and Mike hung his head between his tense shoulders, furious at his own stupidity as Alexei slowly withdrew his fingers.

  Mike was ready to beg, seriously get down on his knees on the floor and beg Alexei to finish what he’d started, when he heard the sound of tearing foil.

  He smashed his face to the mattress, his hands fisting in the sheets on either side of his head, and tried to remember to breathe.

  Alexei stared down at Mike’s long, lean back. His thighs spread wide across the bed. His white-knuckle grip on the sheet.

  He wanted to fucking ravage the man.

  He counted to ten, slowly.

  Alexei’s hands steadied enough to roll on the condom and slick his shaft with lube. He studied his red handprints on Mike’s ass and almost lost sight of his intention to go gently.

  “Roll over.”

  Mike did as he was told. Instantly. Without question.

  Alexei ran his hand down Mike’s chest, admiring the strength, all the more entrancing because it lay waiting quietly, for him. “Moi milyy.”

  “Yes?” Mike couldn’t possibly know what the fuck those words meant, but he apparently could intuit they were for him.

  “Kiss me again.”

  Mike smiled. “If you insist.”

  Alexei would have insisted if he’d had to. Anything to keep his mouth busy so more crazy declarations—in any language—couldn’t fall out.

  Mike’s tongue twined with his, his hands rubbing over Alexei’s shoulders. Down his back. His legs came up to hug Alexei’s ribs. Alexei hooked his elbow behind one of Mike’s knee and pinned it to his chest. His other hand fisted around his own cock, desperately trying to force back the ferocity of his need while guiding the head to press against Mike.

  Mike fingers scrabbling across Alexei’s back as a high whine leaked from his throat. Their mouths parted on a gasp. “Yes, please, please, please Alexei.”

  Alexei’s head spun, trying not to allow Mike’s demands, his pleas, to distract him as he pressed forward, trying to be gentle. To go slow. It was almost impossible when every nerve in his body screamed at him to take.

  Mike lifted his hips, twisting, pushing back. Alexei dug his fingers into Mike’s thigh, trying to still him and probably only succeeding in leaving bruises, then shoved forward into unbelievable tight heat. With another push, he sank all the way to the root.

  “Jesus, Michael.”

  “Oh god, yes. Finally.”

  Alexei chuckled at the relieved cry until he caught Mike’s gaze and the sound died. His mouth went dry.

  Mike wrapped his hands around Alexei’s neck, thumbs brushing his cheekbones, and pressed his lips to Alexei’s. Alexei fell into the kiss, suddenly lost. Always, in the past, this was the part where his focus would hone down to one thing, one function, and the pleasure to be derived from that. From fucking.

  But Mike confused the shit out of him.

  Alexei’s hips moved—he couldn’t have stopped that if he’d tried—and Mike’s rose to meet them. The groans and gasps and the dull sound of bodies bumping against one another were all the same. But the kiss didn’t end. Alexei couldn’t stop clutching his friend closer.

  God, he was such an idiot. He was making love to Michael.

  His strokes got longer. Deeper, dragging out the pleasure. The sounds louder, but still his mouth was sealed to Mike’s. Alexei shifted and the head of his cock glanced over Mike’s prostate. Mike threw back his head and sucked in a deep, desperate breath before letting it out with a howl.

  “Alexei!”

  Alexei latched onto Mike’s neck. His collarbone. His shoulder. He thrust harder and faster, trying to nail that spot every time. Trying to give Mike what he needed, so that he could hear his name endlessly in increasingly desperate cries.

  Alexei loved that sound. It dragged him to the edge. He’d been close from the moment they’d started this, but now teetered on the precipice. He held on through sheer will because Mike had to go with him.

  Mike felt like he was coming apart at the seams.

  Nothing he’d done to himself had prepared him for the feeling of Alexei stretching him open. Moving inside him. Stroking his cock over Mike’s sweet spot.

  He bit his lip, trying not to make so much damn noise, but it was no good
. He had to let it out. He wanted Alexei to know. Hell, he’d tell all of Moncton if he could.

  “God, Alexei. Do it. Harder. Please.”

  Alexei’s expression fierce as he reared up onto his knees and pinned Mike’s knees to his chest, tilting his ass higher. “Are you sure?”

  The rough timbre of Alexei’s voice sent a shiver down Mike’s bowed spine. “Holy shit, are you kidding me?”

  He thought he heard Alexei chuckle, but would never be sure because the next thrust blew his fucking mind. He gasped, wondering deliriously, joyously, as if Alexei had literally punched the air from his lungs. The grip on his thighs was bruising, perfect, but not as mesmerizing as Alexei’s face as he stared down to where their bodies were joined.

  Stars burst to life in the edges of Mike’s vision with every thrust. He writhed. Shouted insensible, possibly insane things when Alexei grabbed his hips and lifted him higher.

  Alexei punched his hips forward again.

  Mike’s world went white and he bellowed Alexei’s name. He shook with the strength of his climax, hot come hitting his chest and chin, his balls twisting almost painfully with each convulsion. Sore, well-used muscles clamped around Alexei’s shaft, still sawing in and out of Mike’s body.

  It hurt so fucking good.

  Alexei shoved as deep as he could go, sending another shock through Mike’s body.

  “Michael,” Alexei whispered, followed by that word Alexei had used before.

  Shudders racked Alexei and shivered through Mike as his lover, his best friend, silently came apart. Mike cupped Alexei’s face, to the strong jaw that fit perfectly in his palm, and ran his thumb over a broad cheekbone.

  Jesus, Alexei was beautiful. Mike wanted to watch Alexei like this for hours.

  For a long time, they stayed like that, just holding on to each other and trying to remember how to breathe. It was still far too soon when Alexei’s grip eased and he focused on Mike’s face. His heart squeezed painfully at what he saw there.

  “I’m sorry,” Alexei said quietly.

  Mike narrowed his eyes threateningly. “Don’t you dare.”

  When Alexei opened his mouth to speak, Mike pushed himself away, groaning as Alexei’s thick cock slipped from his wonderfully tender hole. Holy crap, that’s good. Alexei grunted, temporarily too occupied with the condom to say something Mike would hate him for.