Ideas of Sin

by Cooper, R.

  It made the air full, expectant. James blinked at his strange notion several moments later, still struggling to catch his breath. His body was limp, impossibly relaxed, and at the same time he could feel a tension rising in his belly where lust had been not long before.

  René’s breathed over his stomach, stirring the damp hairs and making him shiver, and then he started up in shock at the realization of exactly how they were positioned, and what he had done to the other man. Even in the dark he could see the marks of his hands and jerked away as much as he could, trying to distance himself.

  “I…” he stumbled on saying more, recalling his anger. It was still there, raging under the surface. James ignored it, more shocked to realize that he could not make himself act, even with René weakened, down on his knees in front of him with his mouth still on the tip of his prick.

  Jesu , how his prick still tingled where it was buried in the heat of René’s mouth. It was hotter than a cunt that mouth, and James let his eyes flutter closed when the sight of swollen lips clenched around his manhood aroused him again.

  The night air was suddenly much colder than before. James shuddered as that warmth was taken away and then reopened his eyes. Inside he felt sick at what he had done, the hurt he had inflicted, even if it had only hurt Villon’s body and not his heart. He did not want to face him, but had to, and did his best not to react when Villon smiled.

  He knew what the curve of his red lips meant, even though Villon did not say anything and only continued to kneel there in front of him. Thecorsaire had predicted his reaction, had said they all said no until his mouth was on their cocks. For then it was yes. James had almost screamed it. There was no use in denying it, or lying any longer.

  At that James finally shifted back, scooting away from the other man until they were not touching anymore and his back was against the solid wood and he was resting precariously on the other side of the rope circle. He narrowed his eyes as a flush crept along his face. His skin felt moist now, and sticky, and his itch returned to bother him.

  How many…? He wondered with a sick humiliation. How many had there been before him? He had seemed friendly enough with Deniau. How many would there be after he got away in Tortuga? How many would he take into his cabin and make…James could not finish the thought, and turned back to René, suddenly fiercely glad of the marks he had left on the other man’s skin. How could his soul bear to give such pleasure and then such hurt? But had James not hurt him in return, marking him with the same fury?

  Villon was touching them now, tracing over the red spots slowly before he raised his head and met his eyes. James flinched at the rage flaring up in front of him, his heart stopping when Villon went utterly still.

  The savage happiness melted away, replaced with the same anxiety he had felt upon looking into Villon’s eyes for the first time. Then they had been empty, now they were so much worse. James trembled slightly, glancing down for the first time and noticing in distant surprise that Villon wore no cutlass.

  “What is the price for this?” he heard himself asking as he looked back up, his voice quivering. But he managed to get his head up, striving to remain defiant. “Price?” Villon repeated, his eyes widening, and what had looked like rage fading away. For a moment he seemed totally lost, his thin brows together in a tight frown. James drew in a breath and waited, knowing that Villon was only drawing out his agony to punish him. He could already imagine the pain of the fucking to come, the feel of the hard cock slamming into him until his own body jerked to crisis.

  “Price?” Villon said again, making James wonder if the man’s English had failed him. Surely not, when he was as learned as he had shown himself to be. A moment later thecorsaire suddenly shook his head. “The price is you, James.” He smiled as he said it but the gesture lacked even amusement this time. His voice was small, as small as the man had seemed when crushed in Marechal’s arms.

  James barely had time to swallow in nervous excitement before Villon abruptly stood up part of the way and placed a hand on either side of his sprawled body. Villon’s eyes flicked up to his and then he arched one eyebrow in an attitude much like a dare. James’ back stiffened at the challenge, and he refused to look away or even move as Villon smoothly entered the circle and climbed over his wet legs and soft prick to straddle his waist.

  He weighed surprisingly little, less than a fierce killer ought to weigh, James decided cloudily as the hot length of Villon’s arousal pressed against him. Then his mind blanked of all thoughts but one—that Villon was going to ask him to suck him in return.

  He could not. James blanched immediately, pulling his head back as his mind created the image of himself on his knees as Villon had been, with Villon’s large, pulsing manhood pushing into his throat. Slender hands would tangle in his hair and then urge him forward in his drive for pleasure, until René would finally spill into his mouth, all scent and taste on James’ tongue.

  Blushing, James turned his head to the side and tried to order his thoughts and control himself. But Villon was moving on top of him, letting him feel the rigid prick as it rubbed against him. James pulled back until his back was to the rail though it did not matter. His skin heated under the slight friction and he heard that soft laugh that haunted his sleepless nights. Nights that were now filled with waking dreams of René pleasing him, for there was no use in denying that any longer.

  When he did not turn back, a hand slid over to grab one his hands behind him in the rope. Shapely fingers pried his stiff ones free and then pulled the hand forward. James let his eyes follow his captured hand, already trembling inside at what wickedness Villon had planned for him. One small tug only increased the pressure of Villon’s grip, and James felt his palm moisten under the heat of the other man’s hand against his.

  Then he gasped and whipped his head around fully when Villon slipped his hand down between his legs and then leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

  “Pull out my cock,” the man ordered without any trace of embarrassment or shame and pressed James’ shaking hand against his cock so firmly that James could feel each pounding rush of blood. His whole body lurched upward at the feel of another man’s arousal in the palm of his hand.

  It was just what Villon had done to him before, placing his hand on his prick through his clothes, and James could still remember his shock. He could also remember how lust had shot through his body, from his belly to his toes, when the other man had only applied a slight pressure. That little touch had been enough to trap him against the door.

  Would Villon react the same way? James wondered with a frown and then jumped at the thought of making Villon beg as he had begged then. His fingers twitched reflexively against the hard length and James felt it stir. Nervously, he twitched again at the surprising reaction, splaying his fingers out widely. Subtly, Villon shifted his body, bringing himself closer.

  James had not thought the other man could get any closer and dropped his eyes without thinking, pulling in a sharp breath at the sight of Villon’s bulging manhood straining through his pants, into his hand. Villon’s fingers were still holding his wrist, but James could twist it a little, and did, staring in disbelief when his thumb smoothed carefully over the other man’s prick.

  Strength pounded under his fingertips, and James thought of feeling his blood rage like that in the times he had stroked his own prick. He was stroking this prick, Villon’s prick; Villon’s choked breath in his ear made that clear. Even while James thought it, his hand was moving slowly from the head up to the base and then down again. Urged on by the pressure at his wrist, James assured himself, for no other reason.

  But his fingertips soaked up the heat through the calico and when his little finger brushed against the large, glassy button holding the breeches closed, James recalled Villon’s order. He had not repeated it, but James knew he still wanted it. Whatever he wanted or planned, it would still amuse him to make James undress him to ease the taking.

  Scowling, James curled his hand around t
he buttons and gave one hard yank, ripping the placket open. His mouth dropped open a little at his foolish action before he snapped it shut tightly, and he looked from Villon’s open breeches into his amused eyes.

  Keeping his gaze the whole time, Villon’s hand firmed its grip on James’ wrist and then plunged it into the torn hole. His fingers brushing the hot, naked flesh was enough to make James forget his anger, swept away by embarrassment. The fire flared up in the other man’s eyes so brightly that it made James wish for the emptiness again, and wonder if this was what Villon had looked like when buggering him. Lust and conquest burned in the blackness and James shuddered, a sliver of something hot spiking along his spine.

  Villon’s hand was relentless, it pulled his closer, stopping only when James’ sweaty palm was on his skin. James let him. The fat mound of muscle near his wrist cupped the pulsing shaft almost naturally, and his fingers followed, curving around it easily. Once it was actually in his hand, James stopped again, blinking desperately, not sure he was not dreaming.

  But Villon was leaning forward again, soft sounds of pleasure and encouragement passing through his lips to James’ ears. He was too close to see into his eyes, but the rapidly spoken French and the hand wrapped around his wrist seemed to convey the same message. This was what he wanted. This was the price.

  Straightening as much as he could, James eased his prick free and was rewarded by the low, whistling indrawn breath from Villon. The feel of air on his own privates had nearly done him in, and James could feel the effect it had on Villon, stiffening his cock just a bit more. Strangely curious, James watched it, studying it with a tightening in his belly before summoning the courage to look into Villon’s eyes and see what came next.

  “Touch it.” The other man was still too close for James to see into his face, but the command was still in his voice. James returned his gaze to Villon’s cock and flinched, startled, when the hand at his wrist yanked his hand away. Confused, he went still and wondered what he had done wrong. Thecorsaire shifted on him at same time, leaning back enough for James to finally see him. The red lips were parted slightly, the eyes bright.

  Touch it . James recalled the words in disbelief and then gulped dryly when Villon took his captured hand and moved it to where he wanted. The head of his cock was glistening, dripping really, with clear liquid that proved how aroused he was. James realized that just as Villon took control of his fingers and smoothed them over the leaking head. To feel wetness on his hands was almost as shocking as his first feel of the other man’s cock, and James waited for the urge to cringe, knowing he could not with Villon watching. But though the drops were warm they were not offensive to the touch, and after a moment, Villon let him pull away slightly.

  It still dripped from his cock, just as it now glistened on his fingers, and James felt himself shake with sudden understanding. Relief, he told himself, relief that he would not have to please the other man with his mouth, only his hands. But warmth curled in his stomach as he imagined the feel of a hand on his prick, like he had been dreaming of only moments ago.

  Smoothed now, his fingers slid easily around the flushed, throbbing prick and he held it for a moment that seemed to last forever. Another man’s arousal, he thought hotly, his whole body shivering restlessly. Then René’s grip tightened, and forced his hand into motion, sliding it leisurely up the shaft to his balls and then down again. It stopped there, sliding James’ thumb across the head, around and under. A slow circle there and James felt the pleasure spike through his own body, balls tightening in anticipation. The man above him jerked up the slightest bit and James blinked, staring above the rim of his spectacles at Villon.

  His back was straight, his body tense with some strong feeling. Pleasure, James thought, wanting to grin savagely, but the glad feeling faded when the other man stared back at him with that same look of triumph, as if it pleased more to know that James was enjoying this. The hand on his moved again at the same time, carrying his hand back up and down, slowly, one, two, times.

  The friction heated his hand again, excitement making more sweat prickle along his skin, and this new wetness in his palm smoothed his path even more. Villon kept his hand tightly in his, pulling on his cock with long, slow, deliberate strokes that would have driven James mad had he been receiving them.

  The corsaire’s mouth still hung open slightly; his tongue darting out to wet the bottom lip almost without his being aware and James watched it with wide eyes. His body responded to the sight immediately, remembering when Villon had done that before, and James bit his lip to feel himself swelling under the rounded flesh of Villon’s arse.

  Villon felt it too, he could tell. The other man shifted, suddenly pressing his arse back down onto James’ body and thrusting forward at the same time. His prick pushed into James’ stomach at the action, and James struggled to breath at the combined feel of the warm body and the smear of wetness on his skin.

  Pleasure rushed through his body, and James tightened his hold on Villon’s cock without any urging. He could see the surprise on the other man’s face at that and squeezed for a moment, making Villon’s parted lips fall open wider. James knew what that felt like, and let the heat sweep through him as he slid his hands under the head and traced a series of circles, groaning when Villon’s hand pressed harder against his, demanding more of the same. His body pushed against his stomach at the same time, arse rubbing along the aroused length of James’ now stiff prick.

  Their faces were so close they were exchanging breaths though their lips were not yet touching. Villon’s gasps were quick and hungry, and James swallowed them without even thinking to turn his head away. With every caress Villon’s eyes would fall shut only to snap open again in the next moment as if startled and James was held to the sight as if pinned there. Villon stared back at James with heat until James would slide his hand in another direction and then his lids would close again, so slowly that it was a voluptuous pleasure just to watch them.

  The man wanted this. Wanted this so much that he could not hide it though he tried. James was too close to miss the delight glowing from his eyes, and arched his body slightly, pushing them both in the air for a few moments and crushing his hand between them. The act surprised even himself, enough to make him gasp, but it was nothing to the sound that ground its way from Villon’s throat.

  It had almost been a word but James did not waste his time trying to decipher it, not when Villon was squeezing his lips together, clearly trying to stop himself from saying more. He clutched James’ busy hand and held onto it so hard that James had to follow his lead. He seemed suddenly furious and eager to be done with it. He sat up as much as he could and began grinding himself into James’ hand at the same time, keeping his eyes and mouth closed.

  White heat that had nothing to do with desire flooded James’ mind and he released the prick in his grip and pulled his hand away, only distantly surprised that he was strong enough to break away from Villon; the man was small, despite the muscles in the body pressed into his thighs. He pushed Villon’s hand to the side and watched with satisfaction as René opened his eyes. Only then did he return his hand to René’s lap.

  Dark eyes widened and focused on his face, growing as round as the red mouth that was opened in a small circle and James felt the heat in his hand, in his belly, down to his arse and prick, and jerked his body up and again and again, vaguely aware that his pace matched that of Villon’s renewed thrusts, and the burning of his arse as it rubbed against the rope.

  Villon’s breathing quickened, his body pumping frantically in and out of James’ hand, and James had to fight not to groan at the sweet feel of the body working above him, at the desperation in Villon’s half mumbled curses.

  Then the cock in his hands stiffened even more, and Villon rocked against him and sent a spray of thick spunk shooting into his chest and stomach. It nearly burned it was so hot, and James went still in total shock, some of the haze in his mind clearing. Above him, Villon was still thrusting his hip
s forward as ropes of his seed spilled onto James’ body, his movements growing slower until he finally stopped entirely.

  The scent of their fucking was unmistakable now, with the traces of René’s lust steaming on his skin, under his very nose. Stunned, James glanced down at the white, sticky mess staining his belly and lap, and then looked to his hand, still curved possessively around the other man’s manhood, unguided by any other.

  Villon’s body was still heaving, chest straining as he tried to catch his breath, but the muscles against his body were relaxed, exhausted. Slowly, James raised his eyes and found Villon staring at him with unseeing eyes.

  He had done that, James realized with quiet wonder. Villon had wanted him and James had left him breathless. As shocking as that was, there was no denying this either though he was too stunned to think on why the man wanted him or why he had wanted him back, enough to do what hours before he had blushed to speak of.

  Villon’s cheeks were darker than before, his lips still parted as though he had forgotten to close them and James felt his chest swell to see that, feeling a little as he had after his first time touching a girl.

  Angling his head, he leaned in further until his mouth was nearly resting against Villon’s. He exhaled and felt René’s lips move slightly under his. His body remembered those lips moving against his prick and he surged forward instantly, pressing their mouths together. Villon jerked himself backwards until he nearly fell and then struggled quickly to his feet. His lack of grace was more startling then even his reaction to the brief kiss and so James stayed where he was. The man just looked back at him once on his feet, his white face impossible to read now. The moonlight came and went long enough for James to see that he had lowered his eyes to straighten his clothing, and then to see the slight smile curving his lips when he raised his head again, the same emotion bowing his lips. René opened one eye even as James watched and James shivered at what he saw there. Nothing. Nothing but…satisfaction.