by Jet Mykles
He pulled back with his hips, and Aaron bit the comforter around a moan. The retreat felt much better than the advance. But when Ki pushed back, it wasn’t so bad. After a few backs and burning forths, Aaron released another long groan.
“Oh, yeah.” Ki leaned forward, arms sliding around to embrace Aaron. His lips reached Aaron’s neck, and he nuzzled the warm, sensitive spot.
Aaron pushed onto his elbows, the better to press into Ki’s chest. Ki’s hands wadded in the t-shirt that banded Aaron’s shoulders, using it as a handle while he briefly picked up the pace with his hips. Then he slowed again, sliding back, letting his hands trail through the sweat that painted Aaron’s back and sides, to his hips, to his thighs, grabbing hold and pumping slowly with his hips.
“Yoshiki,” Aaron groaned, head down between his shoulders. He could see his own cock, hard again, bouncing in time to Ki’s thrusts.
“Ah, yes!” Ki thrust hard. “Say it again.”
“Yoshiki!”
One of Ki’s damp hands slid around and pumped Aaron’s cock, wet fingers twiddling with the head. Aaron cried out, back arching, toes curling, pushing forward into the hand and back onto the cock. He was lost in hot, fiery sensation, a thousand fingers prodding him inside and out. He cried out, perhaps Ki’s name again, perhaps something entirely different. He couldn’t tell any longer. He didn’t care. He wanted this done, and he never wanted it to end.
“Yoshiki, God!”
“Yeah. Oh, yeah.”
Aaron clutched his arms around his head, drawing the comforter into a suffocating pile, and screamed, spurting an agonizing release into Ki’s hand. He nearly blacked out from sensation and lack of air before he reared his head back and sucked in a breath. Ki groaned, now frantically pumping his huge dick in Aaron’s ass. That barely registered before Ki shoved in, shouting, convulsing as wetness surrounded the hot rod inside Aaron’s body.
Ki collapsed, easing forward until Aaron lost his balance on his knees and fell full forward onto the bed. He ended with his head and one arm hanging off the far edge of the bed, with Ki draped heavily over his back. They lay like that for a few panting moments before Ki rolled off. “Don’t move,” he groaned before lifting himself from the bed.
Aaron only disobeyed a little, squirming back onto the bed so that his head wasn’t hanging off. Water sounded from the bathroom. Aaron winced and tried not to think of what Ki might be washing off himself. But Ki didn’t seem at all bothered when he padded back into the room moments later with a wet cloth and a dry towel. He used both to gently wipe Aaron of all manner of fluids. “Turn over.” With a groan, Aaron did, only to moan again softly when Ki used the cloth on his still-sensitive cock.
Ki grinned. “You’re up for more?”
Aaron grunted. “I don’t think so.”
Ki laughed softly and chucked the cloths toward the bathroom. The wet one landed with a splat; the dry one fluttered to the ground halfway to the door. Not bothered by either, Ki gathered Aaron to his side, away from the wet spots. “Let’s take a nap first,” he suggested, snuggling down with Aaron bent in the curve of his body, back to chest.
Aaron thought that was a grand idea.
Chapter Five
Aaron sat on the bed beside Ki’s suitcase, sullenly watching the man pack.
The last five days had been heaven. Aaron had barely seen his own place, going there only to collect his laptop and some clothes. At Ki’s behest, he’d stayed every night at the house in the hills. He’d almost gotten used to the pleasant ache in his rear end. By mutual agreement, they said nothing about their affair at work, so they drove in separately and left separately. But they met at home, one or the other stopping to pick up dinner on the way. They ate together, slept together, fucked repeatedly, and only left a small mess for the cleaning crew Ki had come in every Tuesday afternoon.
Now, however, the day had come for Ki to leave on his trip to Japan.
“So just have James charge it all to my account,” Ki was saying, talking about the purchases he’d decided Aaron should make while he was gone. “He can call me if there’s any trouble.”
Aaron scraped his nail over the side of the suitcase, picking at a scratch in the leather surface. “Do you want me to send you the specs first?”
“Nah. You understand them more than me anyway. I wouldn’t know what you were sending.”
Aaron nodded, staring at the toiletry bag Ki dropped into the case. The garment bag with Ki’s suits already hung over the closet door.
Ki stepped up and stood at his knees. Aaron kept his eyes down until Ki reached out to cup his chin, tilting his face up. Aaron dragged his gaze up the warm cream of Ki’s slacks, skipped over the bulge between his legs, ate up the distance of his long, bare, muscled torso, and finally latched onto those wonderful, wicked black eyes. Ki smiled reassurance. “It’s only two weeks.”
Aaron tried to scoff, but knew it was feeble. “I know.”
Ki’s smile slanted into a smirk. “Will you miss me?”
Aaron matched the smirk, averting his gaze. “No.”
He yelped when Ki grabbed his hand and hauled him to his feet. He slammed into Ki’s chest and clutched at the man’s shoulders for support.
Ki’s arms surrounded him. “No?” His hands cupped Aaron’s ass, pulling their groins together.
Aaron smiled, feeling the growing hard evidence of Ki’s desire pressing against him. His own cock roused. He slid his arms up around Ki’s neck. “No. Why should I?”
“You want me to give you a reason?”
Aaron licked his lips. “Oh, yeah.”
Ki smashed his lips down on Aaron’s, causing the redhead to groan and clutch at his neck. The kiss was overbearing. Possessive. Punctuated with a sharp bite and pull on Aaron’s lower lip. Aaron moaned. Growling, Ki spun him around to face the bed and shoved him forward. Aaron’s hands landed on either side of the suitcase.
“Drop your pants.”
Eagerly, Aaron pushed up to comply. He heard Ki opening the nightstand drawer and shivered. He shoved his jeans over his hips, letting them pool at his feet. Before he could step out of them, Ki shoved him forward again. Oddly thrilled by Ki’s almost rough behavior, Aaron assumed the position and waited.
Ki’s hand, soaked with lube, dragged through the crack of Aaron’s ass. Without his usual tickle, Ki sank two fingers deep into Aaron. Aaron gasped at the biting burn and spread of pleasure.
“Sure you’re not gonna miss me?” Ki growled, twisting his wrist to screw his fingers within Aaron.
Aaron moaned. “No. Not a bit.”
Crack! Aaron cried out at the feel of Ki’s palm slapping his butt. Hard. He glanced over his shoulder to see Ki watching him, eyebrow raised. He might have almost been smiling, but Aaron couldn’t tell. This was just playing, wasn’t it?
The hand on his butt smoothed over the sting, and the fingers in his ass were joined by a third. Ki’s smile was dark. “Are you sure?”
Aaron nodded, biting his lip.
Ki backed off, pulling his fingers out of Aaron. Taking his time, he poured more lube onto his palm and took hold of his cock. Aaron wasn’t sure when, but Ki had let his own pants drop to the floor as well.
“Does that mean you’re gonna go out and find someone to take care of you while I’m gone?”
Aaron opened his eyes wide. Was that what this was about? Anxiously, he shook his head. “Ki, I couldn’t ‑‑”
“Because,” Ki continued, not looking at his face, “I don’t think I could handle that. I’ve grown rather fond of this ass.” He ran his free hand over said ass.
It’s yours, Aaron wanted to say, but the words wouldn’t come.
Ki pulled his engorged cock down and placed the head at Aaron’s opening. In a move they’d practiced countless times over the past few days, Ki pushed forward, and Aaron relaxed and pushed back. Aaron’s body opened and accepted Ki almost as though he were a part of it. Aaron groaned, unable to help making a noise at the exquisite feeling of being
filled by Ki.
Ki pulled slowly out and, before he pushed in again, slapped the other side of Aaron’s butt. In a weird way, that actually felt really good. Aaron dropped his head forward, his hair dangling just above Ki’s neatly folded shirts in the suitcase. Another slap confirmed that it did feel good, and he wiggled. Ki slid forward.
“Take off your shirt.”
Aaron eagerly complied, knowing that Ki loved the sight of his naked back, because the man told him so. Ki fucked him slowly, one damp hand and one dry one shaping the contours of his lower back, fingers tracing the ridges of his bones. Palms cupped his butt cheeks before one, then the other, cracked down in stinging slaps.
“Spread your legs.”
Aaron kicked his feet free of his jeans and obeyed.
“Oh, yeah, I love your ass,” Ki growled.
When Aaron reached down, intending to fondle himself, Ki barked at him. “No, keep your hands on the bed.”
“Yoshiki, please.”
“Oh, yeah, say my name.”
“Yoshiki.” Aaron didn’t understand what had gotten into Ki, but he felt the razor edge of control in the man behind him. Inexplicably, he wanted to push. He wanted Ki to tumble over the edge. And he knew how to do it. “Yoshiki, please. Please, Yoshiki. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!”
The surprised grunt behind him told him it was working. So did the increased pounding from behind. The name was the key, and the begging tone. He repeated it like a litany, losing sense of his words as he pleaded with his lover.
When Ki shoved him forward, he barely had the wherewithal to push the suitcase farther down the bed and out of harm’s way. Ki landed hard on Aaron’s back, grinding his hips into Aaron’s. The effect pressed Aaron’s cock against the bed. Almost satisfying, but not quite.
Ki tangled his fingers in Aaron’s hair, yanking back. “You gonna miss me, Red?” His hot breath caressed Aaron’s ear.
“Oh, yeah.”
“You gonna dream of my dick in your ass?”
“Yes!”
“You gonna let anyone else inside you?”
“No!”
“Damn right.”
Ki crushed his mouth on Aaron’s, his grip on Aaron’s hair keeping the redhead’s neck at a cruel angle. Aaron did his best to kiss back, but most of his attention was on the swelling cock punishing his ass.
It wasn’t long. Ki released Aaron’s head on a strangled groan. Aaron collapsed. Ki, braced over him, howled as he came.
Aaron lay still beneath him, body alight with tingling sensation, but unsure what to do. Ki had told him not to touch himself, and he didn’t want to ignite the mood more than he already had. But he needed release. His cock pulsed angrily, and the sheets beneath him tormented him.
He needn’t have worried. Once he’d caught his breath, Ki pulled back and out. With one hand, he gripped Aaron’s shoulder and hauled the younger man onto his back. He gave Aaron a wild look before dropping to his knees between Aaron’s thighs. He gripped the base of Aaron’s cock and swallowed every inch that he could. Aaron cried out when the head of his dick hit the back of Ki’s throat. Ki did that wonderful swallowing thing that he was so good at and sucked hard. Aaron was a goner. Ki had him gasping and crying, and not long after that, he came, washing the back of Ki’s throat with his cum.
Tenderly, Ki licked him clean, then crawled up his body. They lay, chest on chest, and all the loving care Ki usually showed him surfaced in the drawn-out, exploratory kiss they shared. When Ki pulled back, Aaron was dazzled.
“I’ll miss you,” Ki assured him.
Aaron hugged him. “I was only kidding. I will miss you.”
Ki nodded, but his grin didn’t return. “Did I hurt you?”
Aaron grinned for him. “Not in a bad way.”
That did it. Ki’s habitual humor surfaced in a small laugh. “Good.”
With a sigh, Ki pulled back and stood. His gaze trailed over Aaron’s naked body for a warm, wonderful minute, before he sighed again. “I should take a shower. I’d invite you to join me, but then I really would be late for my plane.”
“And that would be bad, right?”
Ki chuckled and waved a warning finger at him. “And here I thought you were the bashful one.”
Aaron snorted. “You cured me of that. At least, around you.”
With a self-satisfied smile, Ki headed for the bathroom. “I feel so special.”
Aaron lay staring at the ceiling. He listened to the water start and imagined Ki underneath it. He knew from experience that the amazing curves and ridges of Ki’s body provided interesting paths for water to follow. For fingers to follow. For his tongue to follow. He heaved his own sigh, shutting his eyes over threatening tears. He really would miss Ki. The past few days were a wholly new experience for him, one he had immensely enjoyed. He felt like Cinderella ten minutes before midnight.
That thought sobered him, and he sat up. Oh, that was nice! Picture himself as some simpering fairytale heroine! God, he really was a girl sometimes! Although, he got a grin out of thinking of Ki in tight hose trying to put a glass slipper on his foot.
Laughing at himself, he gathered up his clothes and headed for the other bathroom to towel down. He’d be just fine. Ki’s trip didn’t mean that the affair was over. In fact, if he were to judge by that last quickie, Ki was far from tired of him. And it was only two weeks. Then Ki would be back.
Aaron refused to think of what would happen after that.
Chapter Six
A sound like a gong warned Aaron to get up from the tangle of equipment on the cold hardwood floor. He crossed to the bed and pushed up the lid of his laptop. A chat box blinked at him with the name “kifukui” on it. He grinned.
Where r u?
Right here.
Where’s here?
Your place.
Good.
Aaron snorted. What time is it there? Even after a week of this, he still couldn’t get the times right.
4 pm.
Aaron glanced at the clock to see it was 11 p.m. for him. Wow, had he been working that long? Why aren’t you working?
Slavedriver.
Slacker.
:P I just got out of a hellacious meeting. Be nice 2 me.
Did it go bad?
No, not in the end. But it was a lot of work to convince them. I don’t want to talk about it.
Ok. You back at the hotel?
Yeah, I’m done for the day, thank god! Pause. New line. What are you doing?
I’m almost done with setting up the bedroom.
Excellent.
They exchanged a few lines about what Aaron was doing. Ki had to make sure that Aaron had followed instructions and gotten the right sized ‑‑ i.e., fucking huge ‑‑ television. Aaron still thought the sixty-five-inch was too big, but he’d relented. It was Ki’s bedroom, after all. They then exchanged a few more lines about Kyoto and Ki’s trip in general. This was a nightly occurrence that Aaron hadn’t expected when he’d blithely mentioned instant messaging to Ki when he’d dropped him off at the airport. Ki had never tried IM, but he’d not only signed himself up, he’d also discovered a few extra tricks that he was rather proud of. He’d even hooked up with his sister, who’d sent thanks ‑‑ through Ki ‑‑ to Aaron for bringing him into the modern age.
Aaron, unbeknownst to Ki, was determined to get him to be computer-savvy.
What are you wearing?
Aaron blinked at the little chat window. What?
C’mon, humor me.
Jeans. Your sweatshirt.
My sweatshirt?
Yeah.
Which one?
The Hard Rock.
That must be huge on you. It’s big on me.
Yeah.
Bet you look cute.
Aaron paused, frowning.
Haha. You hate it when I call you cute, don’t you?
Fucker.
But you are. Know when you’re really gorgeous tho? When you’re cumming.
Aaron licked his lips.
Was Ki really doing this?
You get all flushed and you cry out. Oh man, I’m getting hard just thinking about it.
All sorts of paranoid thoughts went through Aaron’s mind. As a computer tech, he knew that this conversation was now stored on Ki’s hard drive. He made a mental note to erase the IM logs. Ki, we shouldn’t do this.
You taste good too. Sweet. It’s all that fruit juice that you drink. You’re delicious.
Aaron groaned. His jeans were now uncomfortable. Ki stop.
Why?
We shouldn’t do this.
Why not?
All of this stuff logs on your laptop.
Really? You’ll have to show me where so I can print it out and put it in my keepsake box.
What?!
LOL you’re so easy. C’mon, who’s gonna look? Except maybe you. Maybe you’ll keep it in your keepsake box.
Oh shut up.
LMAO
Aaron glared at the screen, focusing on the fox icon Ki had chosen to represent himself. It was appropriate, he thought.
Jack off for me.
What?!
C’mon.
No.
Hold your dick. Squeeze it like I would.
Stop now.
Bet you’re hard.
Ki.
Tease that spot just under the head with your nail like I know you like it.
Aaron groaned. The man knew his hot spots better than he did. By necessity alone ‑‑ and not because Ki told him to ‑‑ Aaron unfastened the button fly of his jeans. For comfort, he pulled his cock out. The damn thing sprang out eagerly. “He’s not here,” Aaron grumbled at it.
Are you doing it? Red?
No.
I think you are. I think you’ve got that red, hard dick in your hand and you’re pulling it, thinking of me. You dripping yet?
You wish. Luckily, Aaron happened to excel at typing one-handed. Even his left hand.
No. I wish I was there to suck it for you.
Aaron groaned. How could he not jack off with the man making such suggestions? Especially when he knew just how it felt to have Ki suck his dick.
I wanna be there. I wanna suck you off then bury my dick in that sweet, tight ass of yours. I wanna hear you scream and say my name. I love it when you say my name.
