by SJ Himes
Silas pushed up on his elbows, hungrily eyeing Gael from head to toe, and Gee chuckled again at the expression he must be making. Silas blushed, chewing on his lip, but a large thumb freed the bit of flesh and rubbed at the marks Silas left behind. His tongue darted out, tasting Gael’s skin, sucking the digit into his mouth.
His knees were pushed apart, Gael settling between them, his hand cradling Silas’ jaw as he sucked and licked Gee’s thumb. Gee sucked in a ragged breath, eyes burning, skin silky and scorching as his weight pressed Silas back down into the firm mattress. Gael pulled his hand away and both came to bracket his sides, leaving him surrounded by Gael.
“Am I hurting you, angel?” Gael asked, husky and rough, lips ghosting over Silas’ jaw to his lips. “Am I too heavy?”
Silas’ shoulder throbbed, the pain deep and distracting, but the sinful weight and length of the bronze god stretched out on top of him made the pain meaningless. “I’m fine. I need more, please.” Silas whimpered, not knowing what he needed for certain but begging for it was all he could focus on.
“Easy,” Gee licked at his lips, and Silas was lost in the wet, smooth glide of tongues and teeth. Gee kissed like it was his only purpose in life, leaving no part of his mouth unclaimed and wanting. Big, gentle hands caressed his sides and down to his hips, and Silas spread his thighs more in welcome, gasping when their cocks brushed together, silken, hard heat sliding and rubbing. Gael thrust, once, twice, making Silas squirm and attempt to reciprocate, but his battered body refused to cooperate. “Let me, Silas. Just enjoy.”
“Okay...Yeah, I can do that...” he said, eyes fluttering shut as Gael set up a rolling rhythm with his lean hips, sliding the hard lengths of their cocks together again and again. Having Gael surge between his open legs, pushing and rubbing over him made Silas coil tight, his hands helplessly searching over Gael’s torso for something, anything to grab ahold of to keep himself from spiralling apart.
Silas opened his eyes a second before he came, his legs drawing up, hands clawing, the coil of tension in his core snapping. He shot thick, creamy ropes of seed in the thin space between their abdomens, hot and slick, and Silas’ brain was swamped by white, blinding waves of pleasure. His shout was swallowed by Gael’s mouth, the bigger man taking every gasp and mewling cry he made as his body jerked in time with his spurting cock. His balls felt wrung out and ached, but he kept coming, as if his body was made of nothing but waves of pleasure.
Gee lifted his lips away, and Silas blinked slowly, panting, body seeming to float in an ocean of endorphins and orgasmic aftershocks. His cheeks flushed and he felt the burn of embarrassment begin to creep in. He was a horny teen for certain, blowing so soon and after so little stimulus. “Did you...Do you want me to....” He tried to speak, but his voice was scratchy and his tongue couldn’t recall how to form the words he wanted. “I’m sorry I blew like that.”
“Don’t be sorry, Silas,” Gee chuckled, and Silas risked some eye contact, reassured by the warmth and affection in Gee’s dark gaze.
“But you didn’t come,” Silas tried again, but Gee shook his head, grinning wide.
“That’s a good thing, love. You’re nineteen. You can get hard again and come half a dozen times for every one of my orgasms,” Silas blushed hard, but a grin snuck out and bent his lips up, and Gee kissed him hard and deep. Gee released him, and Silas made to slide away, thinking he was incredibly tired, and Gee was so warm, his skin smooth as satin and covered in ink he wanted to spend hours deciphering.
“Where are you going, angel?” Gee said with a small smile, nuzzling at Silas’ lips, nipping and kissing between words. “Want to try for orgasm number two?”
Silas felt his eyes go wide, and his body sizzled as a snap of lust ricocheted down his spine to spark his twitching cock back to life. “Can we? Please? Yeah... That’s good....” He licked his lips, hands sliding in eager exploration over the man above him. “Cuz I want more. I need you to touch me. Show me. Please.”
…
Gael gave Silas a reassuring smile, and carefully pushed himself up, reaching down to the floor beside the bed for his tossed shirt. He wiped up the smeared cum shared between them, ignoring for the moment his own aching cock as it slapped his belly, cleaning Silas thoroughly. Silas’ face was flushed, two small red splotches on his high cheekbones attesting to his embarrassment, but Gael pretended his didn’t see anything. There was no shame in Silas giving in to pleasure, not when it was what Gael wanted for his angel. Silas needed to be treasured, cherished, and shown just how powerful and good it could be between two men, between them. And the luxury of youth would mean Silas would get to come again, and soon, hopefully with Gael buried inside of his lithe body, tight and velvety and hot.
Gael tossed the dirtied shirt away, and gathered Silas back into his arms, being careful of the young man’s still bruised and sore body. Silas draped himself over Gee’s chest, chin on one pec, blushing even more as Gael searched his face, his startling, pure green eyes. Gee was gladdened to see shyness and arousal, yet no fear. Nerves, yes, but Silas was not afraid. Gee was a big man, and he knew from regretable past experience that some past lovers had feared him as much as they wanted him, and he could not stand to see that from Silas.
“Does...” Silas made eye contact, bravely voicing a thought Gee could see brewing in his expression eyes, “Does sex hurt? Some guys in the dorms said it did. That the first time hurt.”
“Anal sex?” Gael asked, wanting Silas to be clear, and sure. Silas blushed harder, but nodded, chin digging into Gee’s pec.
“Sometimes, but not like you’re thinking. Done right, it’s pressure and a burn in one, then pleasure. An experienced partner can alleviate the discomfort with plenty of patience, lube, and being considerate. It only hurts like you’re fearing when people rush or act like selfish bastards.”
Silas watched his face as his spoke, seeming to weigh his words. Gee could see the exact moment Silas made up his mind, and the wicked little smile that came to his lips made Gee’s still rock hard cock beg to be used.
“Is that what you want, my angel? Do you want me inside of you?” Gee asked him, brushing the back of his fingers across Silas’ cheek, relishing the smooth, satiny skin. Dark lashes swept down to cover emerald eyes, and the younger man’s blush grew darker. Gee smiled, charmed, and his blood rushed through his veins with a primitive desire to lose himself in Silas’ body.
He held still, waiting. It was up to the beautiful man in his arms where they went from here. Silas opened his eyes, and whispered, “Yes.”
…
Gael’s smile was wicked and sexy, and Silas’ cock took an extreme interest in the devious thoughts behind that grin. Silas found himself gently set aside, and he stared in awed appreciation when Gee got out of bed and strode for the attached bathroom, flicking on the light and rummaging in the medicine cabinet.
Muscles flexed, and Silas sat up, wincing when his bruises and scraps complained, but the sight of his new fascination naked, tattoed, and heavily aroused obliterated any thoughts he may have had about not going ahead. Gael came back to the bed, standing over Silas, his heavy cock throbbing at Silas’ eye level and dripping clear fluid. Silas licked his lips, and before he could finish the thought, darted forward, licking at the broad head, catching a fresh drop of precum from the slit.
Gael groaned, and tossed a small bottle and a box onto the tangled bedsheets, hands coming up to card through Silas’ hair, gently cradling his head as Silas took his lips and sucked in his first mouthful of cock.
It was hot, and salty, and the throbbing pulse on his tongue was as startling as it was arousing. He leaned forward, Gee’s whispers of praise encouraging him. The foreskin was a treat, and as he pushed forward, taking more of Gael in his mouth, it rolled back, exposing more flavor and heat, the thick shaft sliding over his tongue and spurring an almost instinctive moan from his throat. Gee vibrated in reaction, and Silas gripped the base of the hefty piece of flesh stretching his jaw, and tried to
take more.
Gee was vocal, letting Silas know when he pleased his lover, and he let any doubts go as he fell into a near trance-like state, the only thing he could feel the hot flesh in his mouth, the taste, and the strong hands holding his head as he bobbed up and down, sucking hard. Precum pooled at the back of his throat, and Silas swallowed, and when Gee gave a tiny thrust of his hips in response, he swallowed again, sinking Gee’s cock as deep as he could get it without choking.
Gee thrust with him, short jerks of his hips, never going deep enough to cut off his breathing, and Silas sucked and stroked until his lips went numb and his jaw threatened to lock up. Tears gathered at the corner of his eyes, and callused thumbs brushed them away.
Gee tensed, and put a gentle hand on Silas’ jaw, stilling him. Silas pulled back with a wet pop, and sucked in a full breath. “Did you like it?”
“Too much, Silas,” Gee husked out, his big hands nudging and guiding Silas out of the way so he could lay down.
Gael lay on his back on the bed, and reached for the box of condoms and lube. Silas crawled to Gee’s hip, sitting beside his lover, watching avidly as Gael ripped open the box and grabbed a condom. Silas took it from him, blushing hard but determined not to let Gee do everything. Silas carefully opened the packet, the lubed condom slippery and wet, and Silas frantically tried to recall his sex ed classes where they learned how to put on condoms. They’d used bananas, and there was zero resemblance between Gee’s thick cock and a yellow fruit. Thick, veiny, throbbing, almost intimidating.
Bronzed and capable fingers came over his own, and guided Silas, helping him put the latex over Gee’s cock. Silas was alternating between nervousness and calm arousal; he wanted and feared in equal measure.
At last the condom was on, and Silas blinked, biting back an absurd giggle at just how tight the latex was stretched over Gael’s flesh. He was given no time to freak out, though, as Gee distracted him him by popping open the lube and pouring a hefty amount on his fingers.
“Come up here, angel,” Gee said softly, patting his hip, and Silas clambered astride Gee’s hips. He was stopped though when he went to lower himself down, and he looked quizzically at Gee. “Let me get you ready. There’s no rush.”
Silas groaned, but watched, curious, as Gee snaked his lubed hand around Silas’ backside. Silas leaned forward, knees wide on either side of Gee’s hips, and put his hands on Gee’s shoulders, giving his lover more room...and then cool liquid dripped into his crease a second before wide fingertips pressed to his hole.
“Oh!” Silas gasped out, and Gee chuckled, increasing pressure. A fingertip pierced his tight hole, and Silas stared down at Gee, mind split between what was happening behind him, and the look of utter focus on Gee’s face. Gee stared back up at him, and Silas leaned down further, pushing his ass into Gee’s fingers, getting close enough to peck a small kiss from Gee’s reddened lips. “That feels.....”
“How does it feel?” Gee asked, whispering as Silas lowered himself to lay flat on top of Gee, moaning and grinding their groins together.
A second finger joined the first, and the burn radiated up Silas’ spine, sending a seismic ripple through his muscles and bones. “Feels....oh fuck....feels I can’t think...”
“Good,” Gee said, kissing him breathless as a third finger slipped inside, the slicked digits opening him, stretching him, wet sounds coming from his ass around Gee’s hand. They spent minutes like this, Silas rocking back to fuck himself on the thick fingers spearing his loosening hole, all the while watching the fierce desire burn in Gee’s eyes. “Ready, my angel?”
“Yes!” Silas sat up, and Gee withdrew his fingers, leaving Silas aching with emptiness. He gasped out a tiny whine, and Gee soothed him, rubbing his upper thighs and sides. Silas knelt up, one hand braced on Gee’s washboard abs, the other between his legs, sliding past his own aching hard cock to grab Gee’s. “More lube, angel.”
Silas paused, and Gee snuck in, dribbling clear lube over the head of his cock and slicking it up before laying back again, letting Silas take control. “All yours, Silas. Go slow, take your time.”
“Yeah....” Silas wasn’t listening. He was holding Gee’s cock by the base, and he pressed the head to his wet hole, and shuddered out a long exhale, nerves and desire battling in his center. Gee rubbed his legs again, and Silas pushed down.
“Push out against me...” Gee said, clenching his jaws, eyes afire, making Silas burn in turn. Silas pushed as he went down, and the stretch was intense, with shivers of thin pain making his nerves light up.
Gee was huge. There was no way he was going to ...... “Yes, yes.....Gee, you’re in me....” Silas panted as he finally sank down completely to rest on Gee’s hips, his body locked in riotous shock at the invasion. He tightened instinctively, and Gee swore under him, fingers digging into his thighs.
“What....what now? Do I....Can I move? Please....” Silas was begging. He had zero ability to censor his thoughts, and his body wanted....needed to move. “Gee!”
…
“I’m all yours, angel. Take me,” Gee whispered, and his brain melted when Silas did just that.
Silas was tight, and hot, and the way his inner muscles moved, in an internal rhythm that no mind could control was obliterating Gee’s iron control. His own orgasm, denied while he spent the necessary time preparing his young lover, beat imperiously at his balls, writhing at the base of his spine. Silas rode him, first in tiny motions full of hesitance and nerves, until he found his courage, and moved faster, harder. Gee hitched his hips a bit, and Silas’ own angle took care of it, and Silas gave a muted scream when Gee’s cock landed right on his prostate.
“That! Right there, do that again, angel,” Gee instructed but Silas was ahead of him, rolling his hips over and over in a destructive motion that left Silas mewling in overwhelming pleasure and Gee holding onto his control by his nails.
“Gee! I’m gonna.....Gee, please!” Silas screamed, his whole body vibrating atop Gee, and he grabbed Silas by his hips, slamming him down as Gee thrust up, taking over.
“Come, angel,” Gee growled. “You’re right there, baby. Let go, let me see it.”
Silas clawed at Gee’s stomach, looking for something to ground him, and his head was thrown back by the force of his orgasm, a shout torn from his throat. Silas seized into one quivering mass of pleasure and release, and he came all over Gee’s front, coating his stomach and chest in milky white ropes of seed.
The sight was enough for Gee to let go. He let his orgasm roll through him, slamming one more time into Silas’ tight ass, and he came with a shout, filling the condom with scalding hot cum.
They collapsed together in a heap of tangled limbs and shaking muscles, breathing hard and sweating.
…
Silas slept beside him, exhausted but with a sweet smile on his beautiful face. Gael held him as tightly as he dared, watching his angel sleep. Silas shared his pillow, curled on his left side, hands pressed to Gael’s chest as if even in slumber, he needed to know Gee was there.
The house was quiet, peaceful. Serene, and that was a quality of existence that Gee was very unfamiliar with. He recognized it though, and knew without doubt it came from the young man beside him in bed. Sleeping the sleep of the innocent, though what they just did not even an hour past was far from innocent. Gee grinned, even as he gathered Silas tightly to his chest and pulled the covers up and over their heads, blocking out the rest of the world.
…
Monday morning came too quickly, and Silas pouted under the covers as Gael got out of bed and went to shower. Silas peeked from under the quilt, admiring the long, lean muscles of Gael’s fabulous ass as his lover walked to the bathroom.
It was morning, ridiculously early, at least for Silas. He was used to sleeping in past ten and dragging himself to class at eleven, and repeating that three days a week. All his classes were on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday, and he had Wednesday and the whole weekend off to do homework and study. Not that he spent
all his time doing work, he did spend some of his weekends having fun and making friends.
Well, he used to. Silas eyed the clock as the shower turned on in the bathroom. It was 7 a.m., and the sun wasn’t even up all the way. The offices at the college would be open today, and he figured he should call once business hours rolled around and see what his options were. The payment for this semester was paid in full, but he wasn’t safe on campus, and the second he went to the dorms his father would have him taken, probably right off the street. Gee was going back to work this week, and he couldn’t watch Silas as he went to class. Gee was all muscle and he moved with a grace that reminded Silas of one of the black jaguars at the zoo, so he had no doubt that Gee was a badass in the self-defense sense, but Gee couldn’t babysit him. Silas needed to stay safe until his father was dealt with, and going to school without protection wasn’t safe at all.
Silas grumbled, discontent, but knowing he couldn’t hide in Gael’s bed forever, he got up and stumbled to the bathroom. Gael was still washing up, steam obscuring his view of Gee’s gloriously naked form. Most of Gee’s arms, shoulders, part of his neck, and his upper torso were covered in tattoos, and Silas had spent the last 24 hours licking, touching, and exploring every line of ink and rare splotch of color. Gray, deepest black, and vibrant crimson covered Gee in patterns and designs that Silas ached to know the meaning of, but somehow asking Gee what they meant felt like cheating. He wanted to learn about what made Gee the man he was, and some of the mystery was in the tattoos. There was story within each, and Silas was determined to figure them all out.
