Drawn

by Sean Michael

  Harrison laughed, and then pressed their mouths together. He crawled up into Harrison's arms, legs around the thick waist. Suddenly his world had gone from dismal to bright, happy. Harrison held him easily, tongue sliding deep into his mouth, and Giles moaned, fingers pushing at Harrison's clothes.

  "Yeah, get them off." Despite his words, Harrison wasn't helping at all; instead, his mouth was distracting Giles with kisses and bites and licks. He nodded, shoved the clothes up, down, over, digging for skin. Harrison groaned for him when he found it, pushing into his hands.

  "Need you. Like a drug. Like air." It was his truth.

  "I like being your drug."

  "I want you."

  "Yes. Gonna fuck you. Gonna make you fly."

  "Yes. Yes, Harrison, please."

  Harrison carried him over to his futon, laying him down on it. Harrison's kisses came one after another, tongue fucking his lips, making him spin. Two of Harrison's fingers slid into him, spreading him, making him burn. He loved it -- loved the burn, the ache, the spread.

  "God, you're so tight."

  "More. Please. You're everywhere."

  "I'll be inside you in a moment." Another finger pushed into him.

  "Yes. Fuck, yes." He ached for it.

  Those fingers disappeared, the hard heat of Harrison's gloved cock pushing against him.

  "Oh, fuck. Yours. All yours." Harrison was everywhere inside him.

  The thick cock pushed in slowly, spreading him wide and filling him up with so much heat. Giles relaxed, lips parting like the pressure inside him was too big to hold in. Harrison held his gaze, looking right into him as the thick cock slid all the way home.

  "Harrison."

  "Giles." Harrison shifted, cock pushing against his gland.

  He cried out, the jolt perfect. Harrison smiled and began to pull out, just as slowly as he'd pushed in. All Giles could do was moan. Feel. Soar. The slow push back in sent him higher, the push against his gland like a wave cresting the beach.

  All he wanted was for it to keep going. It did, Harrison moving in and out, filling him again and again. The world fell away and he whimpered, so turned on. Wrapping a hand around his cock, Harrison kept pushing, thrusting, moving with him.

  "Yes. Yes, please. You... You're here."

  "Yes. With you. Fuck." Harrison squeezed his cock, fingers pinching at the head.

  His knees drew up, his eyes rolled back, and his hips pumped up, fucking the air.

  "Fuck." Harrison growled, pushed in harder.

  Yes. Fuck. So hard. So deep.

  Harrison shifted, got one of his rings into that talented mouth, and tugged hard. The room spun, tilting. Fuck. His gland was hit again, a finger pushing against his slit, the nipple ring tugged. There wasn't anything else in the world. Not anything. One more round and he was coming, the world spinning.

  "Smell you."

  He groaned again, nodded. He knew.

  Harrison pressed their mouths together, tongue licking in. He squeezed hard, trying to give Harrison pleasure.

  "Fuck!" Harrison humped a few more times, face beginning to go slack. God, that was beautiful. He squeezed again, watching every second.

  Harrison came for him, filling the condom as that face convulsed in pleasure. His fingers traced the lines of his lover's face, touched each bit. Harrison nuzzled into his touch, moaning softly.

  "Got you. You're here." Here.

  "Yes. You are, too. Got to answer your phone, G."

  "I was working." He nodded, though. Maybe.

  "I just needed two minutes of your time."

  "I just... You're in my head." Harrison had to understand.

  "I'm in more than just your head, G."

  The pun made him laugh.

  Harrison grinned, rubbed their noses together. He held on like his stupid life depended on it. Harrison held on just as tightly, so maybe it was okay.

  Chapter Eleven

  Harrison rang the doorbell to Giles' studio, hoping like hell the man remembered he'd said he was coming over this afternoon and that Giles needed to be wearing at least pants. He smiled at the two delivery men behind him, the big box in their capable hands containing the king-sized bed he'd bought to replace the torture rack Giles called a futon.

  "Yes? Harrison? Is that you? There are men behind you."

  "Yes, G. They've got a delivery for you -- are you decent?"

  "I am. A delivery?" The door buzzed.

  He opened it and stepped in, getting out of the way as much as possible for the delivery guys to go by him. He hadn't warned Giles that he'd be bringing furniture. Big furniture. He followed the men up, grinning as they passed Giles. "Just put it in the back there where the brick mattress is."

  "Brick mattress?"

  Giles looked. "That's the futon."

  "Futon, bricks, same difference. The store said you could take it away, right?"

  "Yes, sir. We have removal service."

  "That's the old futon. I'll just sleep all the time if that pretty bed's here."

  "I sincerely doubt that, G. The futon is going, the bed is staying."

  His lover stood there, looking stunned, as the men worked. Harrison wanted Giles at his home as much as possible, but he wanted a comfortable place for him here, too. And he didn't want to have to lie on that futon whenever he came over.

  It took no time at all before the bed was set up. He'd carried up bedding -- pillows, blankets, sheets, all in a luscious black. Giles would look amazing spread out on it. Which he was going to prove as soon as the movers were out and the bedding was on.

  Giles still looked stunned. "You bought a bed."

  "I bought us a bed."

  "It's very big."

  "Lots of room for us to roll around." He gave Giles a wink and gave the movers their money. It looked like Giles had been hard at work, but it looked like today was sketching on huge pads of paper.

  He locked the door behind the movers and then went back up and grinned at Giles. "We should test it out, shouldn't we?"

  He almost got a grin. "You look wicked."

  "That's because I am. Very wicked."

  "You're dear. Sweet."

  Harrison chuckled. "Sweet? me?" He advanced on Giles.

  "You. Sweet as sugar."

  He laughed out loud, grabbing hold of Giles' bony wrists and hauling him close. Giles felt so good to him, and he was still tickled that his lover, his sub, thought he was sweet. He brought their mouths together, his kiss anything but sweet. Giles groaned, tongue sliding against his. "You're wearing too many clothes."

  "Am I?" Giles kissed him again.

  "Yes. So am I." He reached for the button and zipper of Giles' jeans. Giles was hard, hot, cock filling against the fly. "Sexy man."

  Giles rolled his eyes. "Just touch me."

  He laughed. "Impatient, sexy man."

  "Uh-huh. Touching."

  He popped the button and started dragging down the zipper, moving slowly. Giles' cock strained against the soft cotton of his briefs, the bright yellow of them making Harrison smile. He slid his fingers beneath the waistband of jeans and briefs, slowly dragging them down. That full cock got caught, pulled downward with the clothing. When Giles' cock popped free, it slapped that tight belly, and Harrison groaned and reached for it. Giles arched toward his hand, eager, ready, so he wrapped his hand around the lovely prick, the heat on his palm perfect.

  "Mmm. Sweet hands."

  He grinned. "Sweet cock."

  Giles laughed for him. "You brought a bed."

  "I did. This way I don't get a sore back when I come over." He moved his hand slowly along the sweet prick.

  "Are you coming to watch me work?"

  "Among other things." He loved the confused look, the way that he was beginning to learn each one of Giles' expressions. "The real question right now is -- are you coming?"

  "Not yet. Soon, I hope."

  He chuckled, nodded. "Me, too."

  Giles got his cock in hand, fingers moving over his prick.
Groaning, he sped up his touch, waiting for Giles to match his new rhythm. It didn't take long, Giles right there, focused on him.

  "You want me, G? You want to feel me inside you?"

  "God, yes. I could ride you."

  "Mmm." He squeezed Giles' prick. "You could."

  Giles bit his bottom lip. "We can spread out the blanket."

  "I brought bedding." Of course to put it on, he'd have to let go of Giles' prick. The man made him lose control.

  "Uh-huh. Black."

  "You're going to look amazing spread out on them, hard, bound, needy."

  "Bound? Here?"

  Harrison shrugged casually.

  "I... That was kind of hot."

  Grinning, he let go of Giles' cock. "It was. It will be. But first we make this bed."

  "Now that you've had them take my futon."

  "That thing was pure torture."

  Giles nodded. "Yes."

  He laughed. "Then why didn't you replace it yourself?

  Giles looked at him, so serious. "So I didn't waste time."

  "Sleeping isn't wasting time, G. It's a necessary bodily function."

  "So you say." Giles went down on both knees, mouth dropping over his cock, distracting him.

  "Fuck! G!" His hips snapped, as out of his control as Giles. Giles sucked him like a Hoover, pulling hard, making his knees weak. "This isn't making the bed."

  Giles' response was one, hard suck, enough to draw his balls up.

  "Fuck. G." He wrapped his hands around Giles' head, hips beginning to move. Pushy. Demanding. Stubborn. Harrison loved the bastard. He thrust harder, pushing deep into Giles' throat. Giles swallowed around him, throat closing on his prick.

  "G!" He cried out, coming down Giles' throat.

  Giles took him in, swallowing hard, tongue sliding over him.

  "God." His fingers slid through Giles' hair as he panted.

  His cock was cleaned, adored.

  "Mmm. Dear Giles."

  "Sweet Harrison."

  He laughed again. "I'm not sweet, G."

  "As sugar."

  "You think so?" He grinned, let a little evil show through as he pulled a cock ring out of his pocket.

  "I know it." Giles nuzzled his belly.

  "I'm going to torture you, G. Make you need and need."

  "You are not."

  Giles had no idea.

  "Come here. Give me your prick."

  "It's not detachable. You know that, right?" Giles stood.

  He shook his head and showed Giles the ring. "I just need to put this on it."

  "Mmm. Okay." Giles arched toward him, so eager.

  "I'm not going to let you come for ages." He put the ring on Giles' cock, around his balls.

  "That's not very nice, sweetie."

  He thought master had a much nicer sound than sweetie. "That's because I'm not very sweet, G."

  "You are." Giles looked so sincere. "No one's ever been so good to me."

  "Being good to you and being sweet aren't the same thing."

  The thin lips twisted. "Isn't that good? Being good? Sweet? I mean... it's hard to think like this."

  "I'm into giving you the things you truly need, Giles. That's not sweet."

  Giles frowned at him. "I need to work."

  Ah, his sub's answer to anything that Giles was uncomfortable with.

  "You've been working." He handed over the bottom sheet. "Let's get this on."

  "I. Okay." Giles looked confused, but followed the direction. They got the black sheets on the bed and then he grabbed Giles up, pushing him down onto the bed. "I. I was going to work."

  "And then I showed up and now we're going to make love."

  "Oh." That quicksilver mind followed right along, Giles nodding.

  "And you're not going to come." He let his fingers slide over the leather cock ring around Giles' genitals.

  "I will eventually." Giles spread for him.

  "Well, yes." He leaned in to bite at Giles' earlobe. "But this sweet man is going to make you beg for it first."

  Giles shook his head. "Will not."

  "If you say so." He was so going to make Giles beg. And beg. And beg. And beg.

  And he was going to love every minute of it.

  ***

  Giles had to admit the bed was nice.

  Soft.

  Addictive.

  He was going to kick Harrison's butt. That was the plan. As soon as the man let him come. Hopefully that would be soon. His balls ached a little.

  Harrison had fucked him. Harrison had spanked him. Harrison had licked him all over and driven him out of his mind. Now the man was fucking his slit with that hot, pointed tongue. He groaned, tried to pull away. That was so fucking intense. Harrison's hands clamped on to his hips, fingers digging in as he was kept in place.

  "No. No more." God, he was going crazy.

  Harrison slowly pulled off his cockhead. "That's up to me."

  "No more..."

  Harrison took the head of his cock in again, tongue pushing into his slit.

  "Oh, fuck." He humped up, jonesing on the damned burn, so bad.

  "Gonna get you that sound. Fuck your slit with it." Harrison only pulled off long enough to say those words, then he was back at it. Giles' cock jerked at the promise, balls trying to crawl up into his body. So close. Harrison grabbed them, tugged. "No coming until I say so. And I'm not going to say so until you beg for it."

  "Fuck!" His hands landed on Harrison's wrists. Harrison turned his hands, turning the tables so that his wrists were the ones being held.

  "I..." He tugged. "Wait. You move fast." He could feel Harrison's smile around his cock. "Let me go, now. Let me touch you..."

  Shaking his head, Harrison went back to tongue fucking his slit. The burn made him whimper, made his hips jerk up. "I still don't hear you begging."

  "I want... let me go."

  More of his cock was pulled into Harrison's mouth, the heat and suction huge. Giles' eyes closed, soft sounds escaping him as he soared higher and higher. Harrison kept changing it up, taking him deep and then shallow, tongue pushing into his slit.

  "Fuck. Fuck. So close. So good." So good. His balls were burning.

  Harrison tugged them again, grunted around his flesh.

  "No!" He sat up, thighs burning. "Please. I fucking need to come. Come on! I haven't been an asshole."

  "You've been awesome, Giles. But I promised to make you beg."

  "Why are you doing this to me?" Harrison was making him crazy.

  "Because you love it."

  "I don't!" He tugged his hands out of Harrison's grip, grabbed his cock, so frustrated.

  The low growl was his only warning before Harrison had his hands again, pulling them up over his head. "No. You get to come when I say you do. And that'll be after you've begged for it."

  "Fuck you!" He was going to just scream.

  "Not what I'm looking for, G." Harrison met his gaze, one hand holding his wrists so tightly over his head, the other around his cock, thumb pushing against his slit.

  "Oh, God. Burns. It burns."

  "Tell me what you want, G. Tell me what you need. Beg for it."

  "Please. Please, I need you. I want to come. I want you."

  "Mmm... That's better, G." Harrison let go of him. "No touching while I glove up."

  "Can I take the thing off?'

  "Nope. That's my job."

  He whimpered, twisted, needing deep in his gut.

  "You could beg for it to come off, though." Harrison gloved up his prick and came back to the bed.

  "Just take it off. I need you. My balls ache."

  Harrison laughed and settled between his legs. "I warned you I was going to torture you. You didn't believe me."

  "Why torture me?" God, he wanted.

  "I'm proving that I'm not sweet." Harrison pressed two fingers against his hole.

  "Please." Giles bore down, took Harrison in.

  "I do love that word from you when you really mean it."
r />   "Mean it. Please. Harder."

  Harrison's fingers punched in a few times, hitting his gland erratically.

  "Stop teasing me!" he demanded, grabbing his knees and pulling them back.

  "Shh. I'm coming."

  "Please..." The words comforted him; the fingers inside him drove him crazy. Of course, they disappeared a moment later, Harrison's cock butting up against his hole. "Yes." He bore down, took Harrison in.

  "So pushy." Still, Harrison sank the rest of the way in, hitting his gland.

  "Yes!" Giles convulsed, body bucking.

  Harrison's hand was back on his cock, working at the fucking leather ring binding him. All he had to do was close his eyes and jerk, drive himself on that cock. His prick was finally loose and Harrison gripped it hard. "You can come now."

  "Thank you." He moaned the words, his balls throbbing as he went over the edge, ass working Harrison's prick.

  "Yes! Yes!" Harrison fucked him hard, fast, face going slack with pleasure.

  "Yes..." He watched every thrust, watched Harrison's pleasure.

  The man froze, then collapsed down onto him. He wrapped around Harrison, holding on tight. Harrison nuzzled into his neck, licked him.

  "I've got you."

  "Mmm. You do. And I have you." Harrison pulled back to look into his eyes. "I'm not letting go, either."

  "Okay."

  Okay, he could possibly deal with that.

  Chapter Twelve

  Harrison nodded to the bouncer at the door and headed into the club.

  Xavier was at the bar with the books, giving him a nod, and he waved to the man before seeing who else was already here for lunch today. He was in the mood for some good food and good conversation. Well, what he was really in the mood for was Giles, but he was trying to give the man some time to paint. It had only been one day, after all.

  Simon was sitting there with Billy, the men talking. He headed over, smiling as he got there. "Hey, guys."

  "Harrison! Where on earth have you been?" Simon grinned at him. "Sit. Please."

  He chuckled, sat. "Getting to know someone special."

  "Ooh." Both men laughed, slapped him on the back.

  His own grin was huge, he knew. He just couldn't keep it contained. He leaned back, proud as a peacock, nodding as Happy brought him a glass of water.

  "Thank you. I'll have whatever today's special is." The specials were always fresh, tasty.