by Sean Michael
Mac dropped the box on the bed and tugged off his t-shirt, cleaned his mess up, and shoved his dirties in his laundry bag. Shower and a nice hard fuck with a dildo and then he could sleep.
The knock on his door was loud, imperious even, and totally put a halt to his plans.
"What?" He tugged his jeans mostly closed. "Who is it? I didn't order room service." Yet.
"Open up." That was Dove's voice. Dove. Here. It wasn't either of their team home towns. Dove was playing in Chicago this week for fuck's sake.
Mac pulled the door open, eyes devouring that hard, perfect fucking body. "What do you want?"
"Hello to you, too." Dove pushed his way in and closed the door behind him, slamming it, locking it.
"I didn't expect you." He had to smile, though.
"You never do." Dove tossed his backpack on the floor and began stripping.
"I don't." He leaned back against the wall, eating Dove up with his eyes. "Thank you for the presents. I don't know how you arrange it."
"Magic." Dove gave him a wink and looked him up and down, raised an eyebrow. Those dark, amazing abs were revealed as Dove stripped off his shirt.
"I was heading to the shower." He eased off his shoes.
"And now you're heading for bed."
"Am I?" He had to push -- had to. They both fucking loved it when he did. "I shot all over your present."
Dove growled, the sound perfect. "That's hot. As long as you didn't use it."
"I didn't use it."
"Good boy." Fuck, Dove's voice was like a rake over gravel.
Mac's cock jerked, filled. "I pitched a no hitter. Felt fucking amazing. You're even better."
Dove smiled, low and slow. "I know."
Mac stepped forward, his jeans slipping. Dove's fell to his ankles, his lover's body head to toe muscles. Fucking stunning. Mac wanted to worship every inch, he wanted to touch and lick.
"You ready to try out your present?" Dove asked, drawing his attention back up to his lover's face.
"God, yes. You'll make it work for me." It wasn't a question.
"Gonna make you come and come and not spill a drop."
His body shuddered and he took another step forward. "Please." He craved it.
Dove's hands grabbed his arms and pulled him in hard, right up against all those hard muscles. He grabbed Dove's shoulders, held on, fingers digging in. The kiss was hard, eager, Dove's tongue pushing right in. He moaned, sucking Dove's tongue, making his lover, his master, feel it.
One big hand slid down and grabbed his ass, squeezing hard enough he'd have bruises. He leaned into it, pushed into the touch.
"Needy baby," growled Dove.
No one had ever called him that before Dove. No one. Needy or baby.
Dove turned them, pushing him down onto the mattress. His legs were tangled in his jeans, his hands refusing to let go of Dove's arms. The kisses continued, Dove's mouth relentless.
Finally, his jeans were ripped away, sharp pinches covering his thighs, his hips.
"Look at this pale skin." Dove pinched the inside of his right thigh.
"Ouch. I'm Irish."
Dove snorted. "You're as American as I am, butthead."
"Half Scottish, too."
"Born in the U.S.A." Dove bit the skin, just above where he'd pinched.
"Mmmhmm." He could feel the growing bruise.
Dove's nose slid up to his balls, nudged them. Mac spread automatically and his sac drew up tight.
Dove nudged again, harder this time, tongue flicking out to lick his hole. "Have you been using my dildo?"
"Uh-huh. Was heading for the shower to fuck myself." It was fucking huge and he loved it.
"I showed up just in time, then." Dove bit at the inside of his other thigh, then rose up to stare down into his eyes.
Time stopped for a minute and he was lost, just totally lost.
"Mine." The word was growled out, Dove like a force of nature.
"Prove it."
Dove laughed and the sound sent shivers of anticipation through him.
Still, he needed this. Needed the pain, the ache, the sensation. Maybe the knowledge that Dove owned him, body and soul.
Dove moved slowly down, making him take the man's weight.
"My little pitcher." The words were whispered, familiar as breathing. How many times had Dove said that to him? "I'm going to plug that sweet cock of yours and make you come, over and over, and not a drop will come out." Dove had said that a million times, too. Kept that promise each time.
He whimpered softly, fingers twining with Dove's.
"A reward. For your shut out."
The praise made Mac twist, made his cheeks heat.
Dove bit at his right nipple, teeth sharp, the sting delicious.
"Shit." That burn made his eyes cross, and his hands slapped on the bed.
His belly was next, those teeth worrying the skin right next to his navel. He felt the bruises building, the little marks that would ache tomorrow. Reminders that he would feel with every movement he made.
His hip was next, the scrape of Dove's teeth followed by hot suction. He grabbed Dove's head, bucked up into those hot lips, over and over.
Growling, Dove broke his hold and glared at him. "Pushy!"
"I need you!" He could holler back.
"I'm right fucking here."
He knew that. He knew. "Okay."
Dove's tongue swiped across his prick. Mac let his eyes close, let himself feel that wet heat.
"Gonna make your body sing." Words said, Dove wrapped his lips around one of Mac's balls, sucking on it.
One finger found Dove's ring, shifted it back and forth against Mac's perineum. Dove pinched his inner thigh again, then sucked the spot, hard enough he knew the spot that would be left was going to be dark indeed.
"If you pitch a no-hitter during the playoffs, I'm piercing the tip of your cock, baby."
Mac cried out, hands cupping his cock instinctively.
"No touching." That voice cracked over him like a whip.
He stilled, hand falling away.
"Better." Dove pushed at his balls with his nose. Then licked them, the sac taken between teeth and tugged.
He cried out, legs drawing up and he grabbed his knees.
"Hungry baby." Dove licked at his hole, then pushed a spit-wet finger inside.
"Yes. Crave you like a fucking drug, man." Mac was addicted, through and through.
"This is better than any drug." Dove pushed another finger into him, spreading him.
"Yes..." He squeezed, moaned deep in his chest, nodded.
"I'm going to be inside you while I feed the sound into you." Dove's fingers jabbed in hard.
His entire body went tight. "Fuck, yes. In my fucking soul." Shut up, Mac.
Dove's smile was worth the uncensored words, though. Another finger pushed into him, opening him wider.
"Burns..." So good.
"I know." Dove sounded satisfied, but not smug.
In and out, Dove's fingers speared him. Mac rode it, muscles burning, working, sweat popping out on his skin
"Fucking stunning." Dove's praise was heartfelt.
Mac wallowed in the pleasure, in the need.
Dove didn't spend a lot of time and soon those fingers disappeared so the man could glove and slick up. Mac loved that long, thick weapon of a prick. Dark and heavy, it curved up toward Dove's belly, demanding attention.
Moving up between his legs, Dove grabbed the sound and laid it on his belly. "For easy access."
Mac knew better. It was to remind him. To tease him. He took a deep, deep breath, the sound rolling on his muscles.
Dove's thick, hot meat pressed against his hole.
"Dove..." He bore down, his body stretching.
"Right fucking here." And moving too fucking slowly, pushing into him bit by tiny bit.
His body opened, let that heat in and in. At last Dove was all the way in, but before he could take a breath, that thick prick was pulled out ag
ain.
"Oh, please." Mac's body followed that hard heat.
"You beg so pretty." Dove slammed back in, letting him feel it in a whole different way from the first thrust.
Mac slammed his head back on the pillows, his throat working like he was deep-throating Dove.
Staying right there, Dove grabbed Mac's prick and rubbed the tip. Mac's ass clenched, the promise of that sound perfect, like a drug.
The lube came first, Dove squeezing his cock to turn his slit into an 'o' before pushing the slick into it. He worked Dove's cock furiously, so fucking excited he couldn't bear it. Time seemed to slow, Dove moving at a snail's pace, getting more and more lube into his slit. Mac wiggled, he had to, he needed to move.
"The more you push, the longer it'll take."
Mac groaned. "You're driving me crazy, inside me."
"Good." Dove's smile was predatory as he picked up the sound.
Mac stilled, stared, wanting this so fucking bad it hurt. Flicking something on the top of the sound, Dove got it making a noise, then put it on his belly where it sent vibrations through him.
Oh, God. No. "I can't..."
"You can." Dove picked it up again, flicked the tip and the noise stopped. "You will."
He shivered, caught between needing it and being flat-out scared of the vibrations.
Dove squeezed his cock, once more making his slit into an 'o' and began to feed the bottom tip of the sound into him. Mac's breath stopped, caught in his chest. The sound kept feeding into him, familiarly strange. Odd. Weird. And exactly what he needed.
Mac watched, focused on the odd stretch, the near itch. Dove stopped, then began pulling the sound out.
"Dove?" Oh, god. He'd been good. He had. Patient.
Grinning at him, Dove began feeding the sound back in. "I'm fucking your prick."
It never felt like this, not when Mac did it. The sound was pulled out again. Oh, fuck, yeah, not at all like when he did it. His hips tried to follow, and his hands were screaming, they were clenched so tight. Then back in again, then out, then in.
"Dove. Sir. Please. More lube?"
"Good boy."
He loved the way Dove said 'boy'.
The sound came right out and Dove began pushing more lube into him.
"Thank you. Fuck, need this so bad, man. I can't make it right by myself." God knew Mac had tried, though.
"I thought I told you not to." Dove was back to growling.
"Hmm?" No. No, Mac hadn't, not in a while.
"Trying to play innocent with me?" Dove began to feed the sound back into him.
"No. No, I haven't, not since before." Not since the surprise visit last month when Dove had said he couldn't by himself anymore.
"Good." Dove settled the sound with the round ball at the top keeping it from dropping right in.
He hated that he was good at this, that he craved this thing with Dove.
"You ready, baby?" Those were the three most dangerous words coming from Dove.
"Yeah. Yeah, Dove. I'm ready."
Dove kissed the tip of his cock, lips pressing the on switch on top of the sound, and the vibrations started.
"Dove!" He sat up, reaching for his rock of a lover blindly.
Dove's hands grabbed his hips as his hands wrapped around strong arms.
"Dove. Dove. Please. Fuck!" He started moving on Dove's cock, desperate.
Growling, Dove began fucking him, pushing into him with real strength. That thick prick hit his gland, while the sound vibrated in his cock, lighting his whole body up.
"I can't..." He twisted, sobbing, throat working.
"You can." Dove kept thrusting up into him.
"No." Perfect. This was perfect.
"Yes." The word came with a thrust, nailing his gland again.
"Help me. Help me, please," Mac begged, not even sure what he was begging for.
"Just ride it, baby."
He didn't know how. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe.
Dove's mouth closed over his, giving him something to focus on. He screamed out his need, and Dove swallowed the noise down. One hand grabbed his ass, squeezing. He gripped that fat cock, ass working it.
"Come on. Take your orgasm."
His eyes snapped up, met Dove's, his balls screaming to release.
"Fucking take it," growled Dove, slamming up into him.
Everything inside him felt like it shorted out for a second, just went blank.
"That's it, baby. Come on. Ride it." Dove's voice was like a caress, deep and rich and right.
The vibrations seemed to make his orgasm go on and on. Wave after wave of sensation crashed over him, drowning his sense. Just when the pleasure was starting to turn, the vibrations stopped and the sound was removed.
He shook, needing Dove to hold him, surround him. The man did, those strong muscles like steel bands around him. It was Dove's arms that kept him from shaking apart.
"So hot." Dove sure was, prick like a brand inside him.
He kissed the hollow of Dove's throat, tasted Dove's salt on his tongue. Humming, Dove started moving his hips, that fat prick circling inside him. His eyes were closed, and their bodies created a cocoon of pleasure together. It was slow now, scalding and shivery.
The wiry curls on Dove's chest tickled his lips, his cheek as he kissed and licked.
"You're a little left of where you need to be there, baby," Dove told him.
Mac found one nipple and pulled, stroking it with his tongue.
"Fuck yes." Dove gave him one hard thrust before going back to the slow undulations.
He sucked in time with Dove's cock, his fingers exploring every inch of his lover. Low growls and hums met his movements, Dove encouraging him. All Mac thought about was pleasure, was the rhythm he and Dove made.
It could have lasted two seconds, it could have been hours, time had no meaning. He had his Dove.
One big hand found his prick, tugging slowly.
"You're going to do it, boy. You're going to pitch a no-hitter in the playoffs and I'm going to pierce your cock. Every second of every day, you'll know you're mine." The words wound around him, made him ache everywhere.
He pulled harder at Dove's nipple, sucking firmly enough that Dove couldn't ignore it.
The hand around his prick tightened. "Come on."
"I can't, man. My balls are empty."
Dove just kept stroking him, thrusting into him.
Soft sounds started escaping him, slipping from his lips. They shifted slightly and Dove was suddenly banging on his gland. His eyes flew open, so wide. Dove was looking right at him, staring into him.
Spunk sprayed from him, pouring from him.
"Yes." Dove nodded, and shot, face going slack as he came.
Mac held on, watching every second of Dove's climax. Those dark eyes flicked to his when the man's orgasm finally faded.
"I'm proud of you, boy."
"Thank you." It meant the world.
Dove's mouth covered his.
It was a promise. A vow.
It wasn't everything, but it was enough.
End.
If you liked this book, you might like: Going for the Gold: Bases Loaded.
Scoring: Balls and Strikes
Copyright © 2013 by Sean Michael
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