by Amy Lane
Nice. He snagged everything and went back to Tenner, putting the vibrating plug on one side of Tenner’s head and the dildo on the other, so whichever way Tenner looked, he would see them and imagine. Think of the possibilities. Maybe he’d start giving orders. Maybe they’d make him burn.
Tenner’s eyes went from object to object, a flush of embarrassment washing his naked body. Ross stood, stroking his face for a moment while those eyes, limpid and blown with passion, searched his.
“Those things,” Ross said, his eyes wicked, “are too small.”
Tenner’s breathless laugh went straight to his groin. “If I hadn’t seen it myself, I’d say you were bragging.”
Ross rubbed Tenner’s lips with his thumb, and Tenner sucked it into his mouth.
“You didn’t just see it,” Ross told him, smoothing his hair back with his other hand. “You sucked it. You pleasured it. And now I’m going to pleasure you.”
In response, Tenner sucked harder.
“Trust me?” Ross murmured, pulling his thumb out and using it to tease Tenner’s nipples.
Tenner bit his lip for a moment as he lay splayed out in front of Ross, thighs spread, hole still shiny with Ross’s spit. “Yes,” he said, and it sounded like he was surprised himself.
“I’m gonna tie your hands. And then I’m going to use you hard. But your safe words are stop, no, ouch, and I don’t like that, okay?”
Tenner’s lips quirked. “Okay.”
“This isn’t a scene. This is me, keeping you still, so I can make you come so hard you’ll scream.”
A soft breathy sound issued from Tenner’s throat, and his white teeth worried his lower lip. Ross’s cock swelled with blood to the point of aching. “Yeah.”
He bound Tenner’s wrists, making sure there was plenty of play so Tenner could slip free if he needed to. A tiny corner of his mind engaged with padded cuffs and a little paddle and all of the delicious implements of very, very naughty sex, but when he was done, his naked body stretched over Tenner’s, all of the “later” disappeared and there was only “now.”
Now, he kissed his way back down Tenner’s fine body, pausing at his nipples again, sucking, nipping, until Tenner started to squirm.
“No,” he said, and he felt Tenner shoving his hips down against the bed. “Good boy.” He stroked Tenner’s outer thigh and then the inner, listening to the changes in Tenner’s breathing. Slowly, touching just enough for Tenner to know he was there, he ran his tongue from the tip of Tenner’s weeping cock to the base, chuckling and blowing on it when Tenner spurted precome.
Then he positioned himself back where he had been, between Tenner’s spread thighs, looking up his torso.
This time, Tenner pulled at the socks binding his hands and thrust his hips down into the bed. “Good boy,” Ross said again, running his tongue along the pale skin of his inner thigh. Down, down, down, right to the crease, and Tenner’s heavy balls.
He tongued one, sucking lightly at the skin, and Tenner murmured, his hips flexing again. God, he was so sensitive. Then he snagged a pillow and shoved it under Tenner’s hips, and parted him again, licking without mercy.
“Oh wow,” Tenner gibbered. “Oh, damn. You… you weren’t kidding. That’s amazing. Oh God, Ross? Something more? Something harder? Please? Please? I’m begging. When I begged you—ah….”
Ross slid a finger inside him, stretching some more, playing, but not pumping. He took the opportunity to run his tongue from the base of Tenner’s cock, which in the light was impressive and girthy, to the tip, tormenting the bell a little, lapping the precome like nectar.
He’d tease and feel Tenner quiver, tease some more, and savor his shudder, and the way his breath shook from his throat. Ross himself was hard enough to ache, and he was careful not to grind too much against the bed because he could, very realistically, lose control and come.
He snicked the lube bottle to dump some slick, and then added another finger inside Tenner’s tight passage. He could feel Tenner’s moan against the palm of his hand. Tenner’s back arched and Ross flicked his bottom barely hard enough to sting.
“Bastard,” Tenner muttered, shoving his hips down again.
“Want me to stop?” Ross asked, tasting the head of his cock again. His precome was so sweet, it was all Ross could do to keep from gobbling it down.
“N… n… no….” Tenner let out a moan.
So Ross stopped. “Is that no, don’t stop, or no, don’t keep going?” He was pretty sure he knew the answer, but God, having Tenner at his mercy made him hot.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Fuck me. God, fuck me.”
“Fingers or cock?” Ross tantalized some more, adding a third finger to his ass. Tenner arched his back again, and this time, Ross took the thrust of his cock straight to the back of his throat.
“Cock!” Tenner begged. “Please, cock!”
“Are you sure?” Ross taunted. He dumped some more lube on his fingers and stretched, playing with the fourth at Tenner’s entrance.
“Please!” Tenner snarled, and Ross pulled his fingers out and leaned his head against Tenner’s thigh, closing his eyes and counting to five to keep from coming.
“Ross?”
“You destroy me,” Ross said gruffly, shoving up the bed and knocking the toys aside. He reached up and grabbed Tenner’s hands, wrestling briefly with the sock. Tenner flexed his fingers and then met Ross’s eyes.
“Ross?”
“Destroy,” Ross whispered, taking his mouth. He pulled back and positioned himself at Tenner’s entrance. “Annihilate.” He closed his eyes and thrust in, glad for the time he’d spent stretching, because Tenner gripped him tight and slick and sure. “Ah, gods. Obliterate.” He pulled back and thrust forward. “Unmake.” Kiss, long and slow and sweet while he lost himself in heaven. “Unravel. Undo.”
Tenner moaned into his mouth, and Ross kept thrusting, losing his words.
Please. Please! The difference between a plea and a command had blurred, the edge of passion honed sharp on the distinction.
Tenner wouldn’t bow. Tenner wouldn’t give. He was who he was, and Ross didn’t have the strength to change him. Ross needed what he had to give, and Ross had to be the one to bend.
He thrust hard into Tenner now, his hips pistoning, his rhythm merciless. Tenner had gone beyond moaning and was crying out, keening in arousal, gibbering in need.
He needed, and Ross had to give him and give him and give him….
Everything.
Ross rocked back onto his knees and pulled Tenner up with him, penetrating again and attacking from a new angle. Tenner’s eyes were closed, his head tilted back in abandon, and his cock flopped hard against his abdomen, full and leaking.
Ross slowed down enough to grab it, to milk it in time with his thrusts, and as he rubbed his thumb across the head, squeezing under the bell, Tenner arched up in a loud, unapologetic howl.
His spend jerked slowly from his cockhead and leaked onto Ross’s fist until Tenner fell back against the bed.
Ross raised a hand covered in ejaculate to his mouth and tasted, and it was the tang of come that sent him over, pumping into Tenner’s body, as unmade as he’d known he would be.
He fell forward, shaking, his hips still in rut, and buried his face against Tenner’s chest. When Tenner stroked his hair back, stroked his cheek, his shoulders and back, Ross knew he was done for.
He’d tried. He’d tried so hard for hard-core, no-holds-barred sex. He’d even gone for kink because it seemed to turn Ten’s key.
But there was a rawness to Tenner—an honesty and realness—that didn’t play games and couldn’t be denied.
At least, Ross couldn’t deny him.
He pushed over to the side and kept gulping air, turning his head so he could rub Tenner’s chest for his own amusement.
“So…,” he said, pulling together a cocky smile like he hadn’t just been shattered.
“Bet you think you’re something after that,” Tenn
er said, giving a sly smile of his own.
“Not so’s you’d notice.” Ross’s grin cranked up a notch. God, Tenner was stunning.
“I’ve got your come leaking out of my ass,” Tenner murmured in wonder. “That’s… damn.” He gave a sexy little shiver, and if Ross hadn’t come twice in less than an hour, he might have thought about getting hard again.
“You want me to clean it up for you?” Ross mumbled, and he would have done it—God, anything to hear Tenner beg again.
“No,” Tenner said dreamily. “Leave it. It’s proof you were inside me.”
Ross leaned in close to take his mouth again, and as he did so, with his hand he knocked one of the articles he’d pulled out of the drawer. It was the smaller, nonvibrating one. He smiled at it, some of his kink and play returning through the haze of spent desire.
“Here,” he murmured, “prop up your other leg.”
Tenner did without question, making himself more accessible, and Ross used the lubricant and come still at Tenner’s entrance to pop the plug smoothly in.
Tenner’s eyes opened a little more, and his mouth made a round moue in surprise.
“Keep my come inside you,” Ross whispered in his ear. “Keep yourself open for me. That’s mine now, you hear? And this is far from over.”
Tenner dropped his leg and rolled to face him. “Yeah?” he asked, a fine tremble passing over him from being stimulated all over again.
“Yeah,” Ross whispered, liking Tenner’s eyes like this, the pupils so blown from passion, Ross couldn’t tell if they were black or brown.
“Good,” Tenner said, lashes fluttering closed. Another fine tremor passed through him, but he fell asleep like that, his arousal not quite spent, his body dilated and ready for Ross’s possession again in the night.
Ross got up, turned out the lights, and set the lubricant and the other sex toy on the end table for possible use. Then he set his phone to wake him up in an hour—it wasn’t quite time to go to bed for him anyway—and settled himself back down, this time with Tenner in his arms and the covers over both of them.
“All good?” Tenner surprised him by saying softly. “Your territory all marked? Did you pee in the corners?”
Ross chuckled, burying his face against the back of Tenner’s neck and undulating his hips until his groin hit the plug, and Tenner caught his breath.
“I marked what I needed to,” he said mildly. “Be ready, okay?”
“I’ll be asleep,” Tenner slurred. “You be ready.”
“This time.”
But Tenner didn’t respond, and Ross figured he’d fallen asleep on that, which was fine. Because he didn’t want to admit the truth.
“Be ready” was empty posturing. Ross hadn’t been ready—not even close. He’d come here tonight for a romp, for some solid sex, for a challenge.
And Tenner had vanquished him, literally with both hands tied over his head, just by being honest and himself.
This man in his arms was solid and real, and he wasn’t going to quit his job or leave the child he’d already sacrificed for behind. And Ross wasn’t going to quit seeing him, quit trying to make nights like this happen, not while they were in the same town and had time.
Something was going to have to give, and it wasn’t flesh and it wasn’t sex, and it wasn’t a sock.
Ross lay awake until his alarm went off, thinking about what the future could look like. So many amorphous shapes, and they all depended on a man who couldn’t even tell the people in his life who Ross was.
He killed his phone and began to move practiced hands over Tenner’s body, picking up on the way Tenner undulated his hips, made little gasps under his breath, whimpered when Ross brushed his erogenous zones.
That was the best. Ross rolled him to his back again and was surprised when he saw Tenner’s eyes, glinting in the light from the window.
“Are you going to take me again?” he asked, arching his hips, thrusting.
“Do you want me to?” Ross licked his jaw, because everything was open to taste.
“Sure,” Tenner slurred. “All floaty… and a little sore.”
“Mm….” Ross kissed him. “Don’t worry, then. I’ll do you right.”
He kissed his way down Tenner’s body again, thinking he knew the path by now, but it was all so new, so delicious, he loved doing it again. When he got to Tenner’s cock, it was full, again, thrusting without urgency into the air.
Ross took it into his mouth and nursed it tenderly. There was no play here, no kink, no “beg me.” There was just Ross, giving Tenner everything he needed. Tenner moaned and thrust, no inhibitions holding him back from seeking pleasure, and Ross took his rocking motions and used them, bringing Tenner closer and closer to his peak.
As Tenner started fucking his mouth in earnest, Ross tugged gently on the plug, until the widest part was stretching him, and Tenner cried out, hands beating weakly on the coverlet. One more thrust, one more lick, one more tap on the plug, and when Tenner’s next cry turned into a hoarse shout, Ross pulled it out and Tenner came and came and came.
Ross got up to clean off the toy and returned to bed with a cloth. “How you doing, cowboy?” he asked when Tenner waved him off.
“Don’t leave,” Tenner mumbled.
“No.” Ross squeezed his eyes shut in the dark. “I can’t. You’re my ride.”
Tenner made a fuzzy sound and rolled into Ross’s chest. Ross gave up any more thoughts of cleanup.
Tenner was marked, like they’d joked about, but for real.
Oh God. This might have started as a quick fuck in a dark park, but Ross knew—and maybe Tenner knew now too—that this had never been playing around.
Double Hitter
TENNER STARED at the screen in front of him and saw absolutely nothing.
“Ten?” Pat said from his doorway. “Tenner? You there?”
Tenner shook himself and tried to concentrate on his work. It was hard when his body was so damned mellow. “Sorry, Pat,” he said, faking a little yawn. “Long day yesterday.”
“Turn off the alarm on your screen before we all kill you,” Pat said sternly, and Tenner really made an effort to snap himself into the present this time.
“Sorry, Pat,” he said sheepishly, hitting the alarm that said the test was run.
“Wow,” Pat said, shaking his head. “I mean… wow. I sort of knew Ross was, like, a sex shaman and everything, but I had no idea he had a magic penis. Did he tell you how much he paid for it? Was it in gold florins or cold hard cash?”
Tenner flailed and held his hands to his mouth and then his finger to his lips as he tried to remember how to shut a grown man up about stuff he should not be discussing at work!
“Do you want people to hear?” he growled.
Pat narrowed his eyes. “Don’t we already know you’re gay?”
Tenner frowned. “Only you?” He tried to think about the rest of his department, but he couldn’t remember. When he and Nina had split, there had been so much misery. He’d told Pat, and since Pat was his boss and his best friend, that had seemed like enough.
But according to Pat’s frown, it really wasn’t.
“You are despoiling my brother-in-law and you are not even out?” he hissed, outraged. “Tenner! That’s not fair to him!”
“Well, what am I supposed to do?” Tenner hissed back. “Stand up at the water cooler and scream ‘I’m gay’?”
I’m gay came out a lot louder than he’d intended, and as he and Pat stared at each other in horror, the rest of the office noise died down completely, and the world’s most awkward silence descended.
A tentative voice floated over the cubicle walls then. “Uh, Tenner? We know. We’ve known since the divorce. You and Patrick aren’t exactly quiet. It’s a cubicle. Can we all go back to work now?”
“Sure,” Tenner said, his voice strangled. He rested his forehead on his fist. “Do you have any ibuprofen?” he asked Pat miserably.
“Let me check my cubicle,” Pat said
.
“Could you check it for cyanide? It might be more effective.” God, Tenner was just going to die of embarrassment on the spot.
“Suck it up, Tenner,” Pat said with the same tone of voice he must have used on all his children to get them to attack their first soccer ball. “You can tell me about Ross’s magic penis at lunch.”
Oh God. “Sure, but can we not do Indian food? It gives me gas.”
LUNCH PROVED to be decidedly less awkward. Pat had, predictably, wanted to check to make sure Tenner was okay, and Ross was okay, and everybody was all happy fine.
“So,” he asked, over a veggie burger and fries, much to Tenner’s relief, “are you okay with him leaving?”
Tenner’s own veggie burger went down a little harder than he’d anticipated. “Yeah. Sure. I guess I have to be.”
“Hey,” Pat said gently. “He’s coming back this time.”
“Not necessarily to me.” Tenner thought about Ross’s brashness, the way he filled a room. “Would he really be happy being my weekday guy?”
Pat sighed. “Have you talked to Nina?”
“Yeah. She… well, she didn’t yell or cry or get nasty. Maybe… I don’t know.”
“Maybe she’s ready?” Pat asked delicately.
“I can’t push her just because I am,” Tenner said on a sigh. “But… but right now, I get to take a really amazing guy home tonight and play softball tomorrow. I mean, how much better could life be?”
“We could be eating real beef,” Pat said without equivocation.
“Well, yeah. But, you know. Compromise.”
Then Pat met his eyes. “You shouldn’t compromise on a guy you like to make your ex-wife happy.”
Tenner took another bite and wished for beef. “Jesus, Patrick. Way to get real.”
“I have children about to date. You and Ross need to be settled so I only have one focus.”
Tenner snorted. “Mm… are Ross and I really dating?”
Pat rolled his eyes. “Did you set a date to interact, regardless of how that interaction would occur?”
