Smoke and Mirrors

by Lillian T. MacGowan

  “Nothing,” Naim’s smile trembled. “You’re having trouble walking.” His eyes were black as sin.

  They were still pressed together; body heat and the heat of pure lust sheening them both with a light sweat, and Naim slid his bare chest against Deck’s, the soft dust of hair on his chest catching on a hard pink nipple. Deck whimpered, and his hips jerked.

  Naim traced the tattoo on Deck’s shoulder. “Can you carry me one-armed?” he asked, his voice grinding.

  Deck blinked slowly and grinned. “Goddamn right.” He bent, moving his wet mouth straight to Naim’s chest and sliding one forearm under his firm, round ass. He lifted and licked, the taste of Naim’s skin going straight to his gut and his cock, and Naim gripped, wrapping his legs around Deck’s waist, automatically shoving himself against that obscene stomach. They both panted and moaned, and Deck sobbed out a sound against the hollow of Naim’s throat when Naim squeezed his legs and ground hard into Deck’s belly.

  Dizzy and his brain bloodless, Deck stumbled down the hall while lapping at a rough brown nipple and squeezing hard at the handful of lean hip and ass he carried. With his face buried in Naim’s chest, Deck lost any ability to think; hot, damp, smooth, and surrounded by that scent, he wasn’t even sure how to find his own bedroom.

  Deck abandoned the nipple he’d been chewing on to suck brutally on the other, and Naim clutched at the back of his head, holding Deck in place, shivering as Deck ran the nails of his free hand hard along his spine. He arched his back, pushing himself farther into Deck’s mouth, squeezed his thighs together, unconsciously pushing his hips, rubbing his cock against cotton, denim, and Deck’s tight belly.

  Deck nearly dropped him, purring and growling. He staggered to his bed, falling backward, Naim on top of him, their mouths coming back together. Not kissing, just touching, open and wet, hot breath panting.

  Naim felt too tense, too tight. He instinctively stretched, bracing himself on Deck’s chest. He arched and strained, pulling his back, and his hips and legs tightened as he tried to loosen quivering muscles. His cock dug hard against Deck’s, while Deck’s hands dug hard into his ass, and they both jolted.

  Deck breathed out a senseless sound, his mouth slack and shining wet in the shadowy light of the room.

  “Fuck…fuck, Naim,” he breathed as Naim came out of the stretch and his mouth met Deck’s again. His strong, lithe hands ran over and gripped at Deck’s arms and sides and hips—anywhere he could reach, and it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t even close to enough. Deck had hold of the back of his head again, clutching his hair a little too hard, and it made Naim’s hips jerk.

  One hand fisted in Naim’s hair, and the other pressed hard on his ass, fingers digging through his jeans, tickling at tightened balls. Deck pulled Naim’s head back; the feel of his living hair sliding against the skin of his hand caused his stomach to clench and his hips to jolt again.

  Deck laughed breathlessly. “God. Fuck, love.”

  Naim tried to focus, to look at Deck. Deck’s handsome face, flushed high and ruddy, his pupils shot wide and black, ringed only by a thin circle of glittering slate. Naim’s gaze met his, and they both smiled, trembling and fuzzy. Naim lowered his head and lapped at Deck’s chin, whimpering as his two-day-old beard scratched his tongue, and he tasted sweat and skin.

  Deck yanked Naim’s head back up with a soft sob, and their eyes met again. “Stupid, stupid man.” Deck’s voice sounded like sand, and he laughed from a thousand feet beneath them. “What the fuck were you thinking?” The hand on Naim’s ass clenched, pushing his hips and his cock roughly against Deck’s, and Deck bent his knees, letting Naim fall between them. “I don’t want you like I don’t want to fucking breathe.”

  Naim writhed, sliding their chests together and his fingers across the flesh under his hands. He took a huge breath and shook. Pressed flush against that perfectly made body, he didn’t speak; he didn’t think he could, so he blinked, focused, and met Deck’s eyes again.

  “Your skin, your face, your eyes.” Deck touched every part of Naim that he named. “Your heart, your mind. I want you. I want all of you, everything about you,” Deck whispered, low and thick, gripping Naim in his thighs, strong enough to move them both together, rolling and bearing down on Naim’s sweet, round ass.

  Naim’s skin prickled, and his cock itched and hurt with the swelling.

  Naim’s breath came shallow, his whole body in a tremor, every sense filled with need for more of the exquisite man beneath him. He lowered his head, needing to feel his mouth on Deck, needing to taste him, needing the high that came from Deck’s skin and mouth and tongue and body. But Deck, light-headed and drowning in Naim’s black eyes and radiating body, held his head and ran the soles of his feet along Naim’s calves.

  They stared at each other, Deck laughing softly, and Naim smiled. They breathed heavy and hard, wriggling against each other, unable to stay still, needing much more than this but frozen in the eye contact and overwhelmed by the long-denied freedom to touch and taste.

  Deck finally slipped his hand away from Naim’s writhing ass and up his back to brace him. In a shaky motion, he sat up, bringing them both to their knees on the bed, his stare never moving from Naim’s. Naim’s hair fell and spread and draped across his shoulders, and Deck nearly wept.

  He rested his forehead against Naim’s, every blood vessel in him throbbing. “I need to feel you. I have to feel you all around me,” he whimpered.

  Naim slid his hands down Deck’s back, catching slightly on sweat and needy skin. He shoved them both into his jeans and shorts, grabbing hold of Deck’s solid, narrow ass, his hands already moving forward and around, hunting for more.

  “I need to be inside of you, Naim, okay?”

  Naim shivered, staring into Deck’s eyes, and breathed out a helpless sound from deep in his throat. He swayed a little, greedy fingers digging into the flesh of Deck’s ass, trying to stay upright.

  “Okay. Okay. Okay,” Deck whispered as his hands came around to the front of Naim’s jeans, sliding a palm against the bulge, wet through from his weeping, long-neglected cock. He still whispered nonsense—Naim didn’t know what—while he worked buttons, letting his fingers drag and flutter against the hot flesh beneath the fabric.

  Naim moaned and started to move sideways off the bed, and Deck turned them both, scooting with Naim until they stood on shaking legs. He tore mindlessly at the fly of Deck’s jeans, both of them panting and snatching at offensive clothing until they stood naked, desperately grabbing at each other.

  Deck gripped Naim’s shoulders, gently trying to push him back. “I need to see you,” his voice rumbled low in Naim’s ear, gooseflesh rising everywhere.

  “Later.” Naim breathed. “Just touch me. Please. Now,” he begged, and he didn’t care. He would beg for Deck. He could make Deck beg.

  Deck shoved his hips up and snarled as Naim’s hot hands grabbed his cock, two-fisted. He twisted, slid, and squeezed until Deck’s knees gave out and he fell seated onto the bed, Naim standing over him, a dark alluring specter of complete fucking euphoria.

  Naim leaned over him, smashing their mouths together, thrusting his tongue against Deck’s almost violently, and wrenching the head of his cock again. Deck felt his blood bubble and tickle like champagne, and he sobbed.

  “Now. Now, okay?” Naim whimpered into his mouth. Deck nodded, reaching out blindly for the nightstand with one hand and around to Naim’s ass with the other, groping and digging with hungry fingers.

  After a few seconds and too long, both of his hands were on Naim, grabbing the back of his thighs, pulling him forward to sit, straddling his lap, knees on the bed. Deck swatted his hands from between them. “Stop. You have to stop that. I can’t—” Naim grinned against his mouth, and Deck pinched his ass lightly. “Fucking ruthless.” He smiled and teased in a breath. Naim nodded enthusiastically as he vaguely registered the sound of a click and Deck’s hands busy around his back. Deck panted out a chuckle and dropped the tube of lubricant
on the floor.

  Naim leaned his forehead against Deck’s, his hair falling forward, tickling Deck’s ear and sliding against his cheek, and his mouth fell open as Deck dipped a hot, slippery hand down the groove of his ass, fingers searching. “Look at me,” Deck whispered, sliding slick fingers against him. Naim’s hips jerked, and Deck opened his own legs, forcing Naim’s wider in his lap. “Look at me,” he demanded again.

  Naim, blinking heavily, forced himself to focus on Deck’s eyes as a long, thick finger slid smoothly inside of him. The physical and eye contact overwhelmed him, and a frantic moan hitched in his throat against the combination of sting and pleasure. Deck dug into the skin of his ass with one hand, and he began to circle his finger around, pressed deep and slow.

  Deck nibbled at Naim’s lower lip and brought his other hand between them. “Watch, love. Don’t close your eyes,” he murmured against Naim’s mouth, pushing another finger inside. He wrapped his hand around Naim’s aching cock as Naim moved his hips against Deck. Growling low and deep, Naim’s eyes started to fall closed and his head fell back as his body throbbed. “No.” Deck breathed against his mouth, sliding his fist up Naim’s cock, pulling at Naim’s body as he pushed up with his other hand, three fingers now bending and turning inside of him.

  Naim forced his eyes open, fluttering his lashes. He dropped his forehead against Deck’s again, his hips jerking against the aching bite of Deck’s fingers, and his hair heavy around their faces. Deck chuckled from his chest, and Naim smiled into his eyes as Deck slid, then pressed against the spot that made Naim’s cock jump hard and his eyes blow. Naim cried out a sound that scraped at his throat, his cock leaked, and he dug his fingers into Deck’s shoulder and arm, clenching every part of his body. Deck smiled widely, rubbing lazily against the springy, twitching gland.

  “Watch, love. Watch.” Deck could barely speak anymore. He had his hand full of the most beautiful cock he had ever seen or touched and was up to his knuckles in the most beautiful ass he’d ever seen or touched, and it went on and on until his perfect, radiant Naim was sobbing and writhing in his lap, begging for him.

  He slid his fingers out, and Naim whined, his expression pained until Deck moved his hand to his hip, grasping and tilting while pulling up on his cock too hard, raising him to his knees. He angled himself to Naim’s perfect body.

  One move, one push, and they would be one body. Deck’s eyes fluttered at the thought, and he couldn’t breathe, but he kept his eyes open, staring into the blackness of Naim’s.

  They stayed that way for an endless moment; Naim raised to his knees, panting and holding on to Deck for dear life, looking down into his adoring, desperate face as Deck rolled his palm over the head of Naim’s weeping cock.

  It was the most intimate moment of Naim’s life, staring into each other’s eyes, lost in a haze of pounding blood and greedy need for each other.

  “Deck…”

  That was all he needed. Deck wrapped an arm around Naim’s slim hips and took a breath, then pushed Naim down, pressing himself carefully inside. He watched Naim’s eyes change and felt his own do the same as his fist slid down along that beautiful cock, mimicking Naim’s body taking him in. They trembled against each other, crying out something between a moan and a sob.

  Deck tried to control his body and his breathing, feeling himself slipping already. The simple act of pushing himself into Naim’s body was enough to make his muscles start to clench.

  Naim whispered his name again, gazing heavily into his eyes, and it was a benediction.

  Deck wrapped his arms completely around Naim, hot and shaking, no longer able to endure the perfection of the moment, and he pressed his face into Naim’s shoulder, near tears.

  Trembling and fighting his own overpowering emotions, Naim put his lips to Deck’s ear. “Please,” he sighed, his hips already rocking and his heart thudding.

  Deck gathered himself, sliding his mouth across Naim’s chest, and turned them over in a few jerky, awkward movements. He never disconnected as he settled Naim beneath him, resting on his forearms, holding Naim’s head, his fingers digging again into his hair, and his mouth open and unmoving against Naim’s.

  They blinked heavily at each other and shook, and Naim smoothed his fingers lightly along the scar on the back of Deck’s shoulder. He lifted his knees higher and mewled.

  Deck breathed out a painful laugh, shifted, then slid his hips slowly back, dragging himself out of the burning tightness of Naim’s body, whimpering at the loss, and then stopped to savor the feel of greedy hands moving, sliding and reaching everywhere.

  His elegant, graceful lover was a glassy-eyed mess, hips stretching up to bring Deck back home.

  He grinned into Naim’s eyes and braced himself, painfully aware of the nearness of his own limits, then snapped his hips forward hard enough to slide their bodies higher up the bed. Naim howled and arched, and Deck bit down on his lower lip adding a pain to Naim’s pleasure that ended his howl in a sob.

  Naim’s calves clenched firmly across Deck’s back as he began to move in long, slow thrusts, Naim’s whimpering gasps telling him that he was angled just right, his cock prodding and rubbing the spot that caused Naim to thrash and claw at his flexing muscles.

  “Naim…love…Naim…” Deck babbled, unaware of anything but their bodies.

  Naim moved and moaned, lifting his hips to meet Deck’s as he pushed, forcefully but slowly into him. Nothing Naim had ever done before, in so many years of experience in the gutter, was anything like this. Closeness, intimacy, Deck’s eyes still on his, Deck mindlessly repeating his name over and over, lost in feral need, only for him.

  He felt Deck shift his body, pressing his belly low and hard against him as his hips moved and pushed relentlessly. His stomach trapped Naim’s cock between their bodies, clasping it hard against his belly, rubbing against the delicate, thin skin, and Naim keened, shoving himself against the feeling.

  His hands moved everywhere. In Deck’s hair, down his back, then up again to touch the scars that had brought them together. He clutched at his ass, pushing at him, squeezing, and they laughed together through breathless, aching sounds.

  He was full of Deck; his look, his scent, the sound of his gasping, hitched breathing whimpering Naim’s name, the feel of his soft, sweaty flesh, the taste of salt and life, the feel of his thick, hard cock slamming into him, and his solid belly rubbing and smashing against Naim’s pounding cock. It was too much. It was too delicious, too sensual, too much Deck, and he was coming unglued.

  Naim’s breathing started to change and grow shallow, and his movements lost all rhythm, his back bowing. Deck lifted himself slightly, re-angled to reach between them and circled Naim’s cock in his hand, fisting it in tune with his hips. “Come first, love. Come for me. Let me watch you. Please. Please…” Deck begged.

  Naim obeyed.

  Warmth began to climb up his spine, spreading and flowing through every part of him until he tightened as Deck moved hard in him and around him. The warmth collected and exploded in his belly, his back, and his cock, and he bowed hard, rocking, and a loud, shameless cry poured out of him along with violent bursts of cum. He clawed at Deck through the endless orgasm, thrusting and wailing at the concussive bursts of syrupy heat.

  Deck watched, snapping his hips and whimpering, his abject awe at the magnificent spectacle of Naim, completely unraveled, Deck the only thing holding him together. It went on and on, as though it had been building—because it had—for years.

  Naim panted, weak and disoriented, as he twitched and his wide fluttering eyes found Deck’s again, raw and unveiled, and Deck had nothing left to hold him back. Deck slammed both hands on the bed and moved wildly while taking Naim’s soft, slack mouth hard and sloppily. He pounded himself into Naim faster and harder, whining out nonsense words of love and need, his sounds and words growing louder until his body went rigid, and he growled, seizing Naim’s head in his hands, wanting to weep at the feel of being wrapped in his perfect, strong,
hard legs and arms and tight clenching body.

  Deck came long and hard, with cries ripped from the bottom of his chest and lusty bursts of cum pouring into Naim, who deliberately clenched around his sweet, mad, radiant lover, flexing, shuddering, and whimpering through the bleeding out of pure sensation.

  Deck finally stopped seizing, and his arms gave out as they lay heaving and addled.

  Long thoughtless minutes ticked by as breathing slowed and sweat began to dry, but Naim gave no signs of discomfort under a sprawling, spent giant, and Deck felt no need to move but to search blindly for Naim’s hands, entangling them in his own.

  Deck chuckled, his face pressed into Naim’s quieting chest. “Holy shit.” He laughed, delighted. “The hell did you just do to me?”

  Naim still hadn’t opened his eyes or moved. “I think…” He had trouble formulating a thought. “I think someone just poured hot, melted God down my spine.”

  Deck laughed again and managed to lift his head. Naim opened his eyes lazily, thinking life outside this room was way overrated. “Gee,” Deck said, his eyes gleaming, “you’re swell.”

  Naim laughed as hard as his languid body would allow and squeezed Deck’s hands. Deck plopped his head back down on Naim’s chest, thinking he was probably getting jizz in his hair. He really just didn’t give a fuck.

  They were silent again, Naim, more relaxed and comfortable than he’d ever been despite the six feet four inches and two hundred and twenty pounds worth of firefighter smashing him into the bed. He thought Deck had fallen asleep and didn’t blame him when that adorable, ridiculous face popped up again.

  “Hey,” Deck said, looking at Naim with his open, uncaringly vulnerable expression.

  “Hhmm?”

  “Do you love me?”

  Naim blinked at him, opened his mouth, then blinked again. “Yeah,” he finally answered, but Deck didn’t move, didn’t stop looking at him.

  After a while he understood what they both needed him to do. “I love you.” Naim heard himself say it.