Ideas of Sin

by Cooper, R.

  “René.” James was shivering, his muscles as taut as the skin of a drum, and René lowered his head slowly, running his hands over his quivering flesh to soothe it and then opening his mouth to trail his tongue up from James’ firm stomach to his hard chest. James was salty with sweat and still smelling faintly of oranges as though from a bath, and Rene lingered when he should not have, testing James’ patience when he pushed his tongue into his navel. The hopeful, excited catch in James’ throat told him how much James enjoyed that, even if the cock poking into his stomach had not.

  He moved so that his own prick throbbed under James’ ass and then pressed himself fully between James’ legs, closing his eyes at the intense wave of pleasure that took hold of him. James gasped and René opened his eyes to see a white knuckled hand grinding into the mattress beside them. A rough laugh was torn from him, one that brought James’ hand back from the bed to grip his shoulder, but he ignored that, and closed his mouth around the sore, used nipple and licked until it was dripping.

  Aching, raspy sounds burst from James, as if he were trying to form words and could not, and René slid his hands down over warm muscle until he reached his waist and the edge of James’pantalons. There, James was trembling, but his hands also dug into his shoulders and forbade him from moving away. Not that he could have; René was buried in as close to James’ heat as he could get without being actually inside of him and every little jerk of passion James made teased his aching prick until he found himself pushing back into James, sliding and rubbing against his willing, hard cock in order to torture them both.

  He smoothed down the breeches over James’ hips with unsteady hands and then climbed clumsily over the pants as he pulled them down to where they would no longer bother him. Then he returned his attention quickly back to James, who was still sprawled out and eager on the bed, his cock as stiff and pointed as a pikestaff. René stared at it for one long moment, inhaling sharply, and then dropped his head to kiss the tip of James’ little staff, smearing the glistening liquid there with his lips and then pulling away. He met James’ eyes as the other man lifted his hips from the bed, then darted out his tongue to wipe his lips clean, delighting in the way James’ body seemed to flush anew.

  He was back down between James’ legs in the next moment, idly skating his fingertips around the base of his shaft and over his balls, making sure that James could see what he was doing. His other hand he used to torment the head of his cock, running his thumb back and forth over the very tip and then underneath in slow, steady circles.

  “René!” James must have caught his breath enough to shout, his pleading probably reached the ears of the fat angel on the ceiling. “Now, please, I want you.” The words tingled through him but René twisted his mouth; he wanted to go on longer but recognized that James had been wanting release for some time now. Still, to please himself he lowered his head again to suck gently on the leaking head and then dropped his hands to please James.

  Pushing James’ legs further apart, he moved his hands from shining, hairy thighs to the soft flesh of his ass, and then circled his forefinger over the puckered skin, pressing slightly as he did.

  “René,” James panted, turning his hips to the side and pushing against the mattress with a loud groan. The action forced René to take his mouth from his cock, and he glared at James with vexed annoyance. “Shall I turn now?” James did not seem to see his anger as he asked that and so probably did not see his confusion either.

  “Turn?” René wondered if his pet had lost his mind to speak so, and then understood when James again made a move to roll over. His irritation melted into amusement that only further excited him, and René stroked a finger over James’ tight hole until James stopped moving and turned his head to the side to murmur feverishly into the blankets, something in English that René could not understand. He looked beautiful, with his hungry, gasping mouth and stretching body, covered with a sheen of sweat and his kisses, trustingly waiting for his release.

  Something took the breath from René’s lungs, and he froze, blinking back his spinning thoughts. Then he ducked his head, not wanting James to see his bewilderment. “No, James,” he said finally, shaking from his head to his feet. “You do not have to do anything, only be very still.”

  James did not seem to understand any more than he did, for he suddenly ceased to move and lifted his head from the bed to study him. But the dazed, dreaming look was still in his eyes and his body was quivering with inflamed lust, it was clear that he could not hold on to himself much longer. René sucked in much needed air and shook his head before running one hand soothingly over James’ middle, wishing that someone would calm him as well.

  A hand closed over his as he had the thought and René immediately snatched his hand away, lifting his head defiantly.

  “I wish to see you,” he said boldly, scowling so that the words would mean nothing. James’ eyes, already wide, grew even more round, and then, disconcertingly, brightened with interest.

  “We can do that?” He did not even have the grace to look afraid or embarrassed at his ignorance, only eager. For some reason, this created a new sense of annoyance, and René muttered viciously in French under his breath and shifted so that the head of his cock brushed against James’ asshole, smearing it with his own juices. James lifted his hips instantly in response and René watched intently, recalling the times he had taken James and had only felt that eagerness. James was so hungry for possession he could not hide it. And from his words, he had not wanted to.

  Streaks of hot delight burned through his body, spearing to his balls, and he jerked, pushing himself toward James. Filling with heat, Rene again lowered his hands, impatiently running his wet thumb over the small circle of muscle and gritting his teeth when even that made James tense. It had been months since he had been inside James, and he suddenly was not sure he could stop himself from thrusting in rawly. He would be so close and tight that René groaned aloud to think of it. He hurriedly pushed his thumb inside the constricted flesh until it could go no further and looked up in time to see the pained wince cross James’ face.

  His eyes snapped shut, squeezing at the corners as if the act had hurt him and René shuddered to recall just how much it could, how the skin often tore and bled. He had not spared James that before. He had enjoyed hurting him. He would enjoy it now.

  “What are you waiting for?” James growled up at him and René opened his eyes, startled to realize that he had closed them. But it was no surprise that a man would want pleasure in spite of the pain, and such pleasure… His heart refused to slow its pace however, as he wondered at how he had never given James pleasure alone, as James had given him just now.

  Flushing with what his mother would have called guilt if she could have ever seen him now, sinning like the devil he was, René pushed off the bed and away from James’ warmth with a harsh cry. He could hear an expression of shock and loss behind him and ignored it, focusing only on the door to the closet room next to his, and then on the small table against one wall, lined with many glass bottles and clay jars; if he turned around to look at James he would not be able to do this.

  He seized on two brightly coloured bottles instantly and held them up. One quick flip and the corked lids fell to the floor, allowing him to catch the differing scents of the lotions inside. Soft hands for courtly visits, he reflected with his usual bitter laugh, and then tossed the one filled with his favourite sweet scent of violets back onto the table. The other he clutched desperately as he ran back into the room, hoping distantly that James would appreciate the less flowery smell of rosemary.

  James was sitting up now, staring at him as if he had gone mad, and René supposed that he had as he slowed his pace to a walk and crossed the rest of the way as calmly as he could. “Lay back down,” he ordered in an uneven voice and cleared his throat. When James only looked blankly back at him, blinking through his damned crooked glass lenses, he bit it out again, and reached out one hand to push his hard body back onto the
bed as he climbed back over him. “James…” he warned breathlessly when James opened his mouth to speak, then smiled grimly when James closed it. His brown eyes were watchful and wide as René poured some of the lotion into his palms and slapped them together quickly to warm it.

  The sound excited his blood again, and it roared between his legs and created new aches and needs. Swearing, he plunged his hands between their bodies, sliding the cream over his prick with one hand and smoothing it over James’ ass at the same time. The lotion was not fully warmed, and he gasped as the coolness touched him and heard James do the same. But there was only a moment to absorb the sensation, and then he was pushing one slick finger into James’ opening and massaging the tense muscle.

  He watched his finger slide in to the knuckle and then dragged his gaze up look at James, his mouth drying to see the wonder lighting up his serious eyes. James’ head fell back just as the tip of René’s finger brushed the swollen spot that made him shiver, and René pulled himself free, only to add another finger.

  James lifted his ass from the bed without urging, the action pushing his fingers further inside, and then moaned as René moved them in a slow circle, loosening the little passage so he could take him. It had to be soon, he could not wait much longer to have him.

  “What are you doing to me, René?” James breathed, almost reverently, and tossed his head once when René stroked that spot again. Sweat dotted across his square face and his lips were parted in his need for air, and René studied him seriously, noting each and every detail. He touched his fingertips to the spot once more, to make James leap from the bed and let out a ragged cry for release, then he moved at last, withdrawing his fingers and shifting his body.

  Underneath him, James bent his knees without being told. Rene let the head of his cock just push against the relaxed ring of muscle and then clenched his hands into the blankets before raising his head and meeting James’ gaze. He was not prepared for the fire blazing in those pure eyes. It swallowed him up, and for a moment he forgot everything and only stared back. Then the urgently twitching cock beneath him was thrust upwards in a silent plea.

  A deep breath steadied him enough to place his hands on James’ hips and then with an excruciating slowness that made him bite his lip, slid his cock inside of the other man. James stilled, perhaps expectantly, and then seemed to relax a little as René continued to push inside. René barely noticed that, concentrating on the feel of the tight passage enveloping him, and the muscles adjusting to his shaft. Then he grunted heavily when he could go no further and went still, savoring it.

  A spiky, warm scent reached his nose, the rosemary lotion that had eased his way, and he slowly shifted his hips so that his head would touch more upon the place inside James that would make him moan. And James did, opening his mouth to let out a loud sound of agreeing pleasure without shame. Then, with the same slowness, René pulled back out part of the way.

  “Why?” James panted so lowly that René almost did not hear. Flicking his eyes up, René saw James with his head turned to the side though his eyes were steady on his. “Why now, René?” he asked in a dry whisper.

  René stilled, his hands gripping the skin at James’ hips tightly. “Because you have not yet had your pleasure,” he said again, since he did not have anything else to say, and saw James smile. He thrust his body up, drawing René’s attention to his need, and René slide back down into him, trembling at how slow he was keeping this. James cock pushed into his stomach and he let out a hissing breath to feel the wet trail it left when he again moved.

  “But…life…is…pain,” James murmured before squeezing both eyes shut and sighing deliriously. His hands were flat on the mattress, the fingers curved whitely into its softness. That made René blink in a dizzy sort of shock, hearing his own words. But James kept his eyes closed and did not add to his statement, only raising his hips again to meet his slow pushes, seemingly troubled by nothing though of course he could not be.

  “You are unsatisfied?” René managed at last, licking his lips in disbelief and narrowing his eyes when James did not respond to that at all. A sound burst from him, low and rough and furious, and he lowered his hands to the bed and leaned over James, then he slammed his mouth down onto James neck and sucked hard on his skin for a moment. When James cried out his name in surprise, he thrust into him fiercely, pumping in and out with all his strength.

  Shocked exclamations filled the air, and then strong hands clawed into his back, holding René over James and pushing him on at the same time. They tore through his clothing and clutched him greedily, sliding down over the muscles in his back as he moved, driving his cock in to James again and again.

  James’ prick was hot against his middle, throbbing insistently and slick, and René slid over it with little grunts, desire tracing a line from James’ cock to his own and pulling so sharply that René had to swear.

  “James,” he called out in his fever, focusing his eyes only on the other man’s face, sure that to look anywhere else would destroy him. James frowned and turned his head, though his eyes did not open. “James!” It was more of cry this time, but James’ lids flew open and swirling brown eyes were revealed to him. A thousand delights and torments for him to see and something heavy pounded in his chest and in his cock to know how James did not hide them from him.

  He dropped his head and captured James’ mouth, needing to, and inhaled James’ surprised breath, letting out one of his own. They mingled warmly, still scented of wine, and he murmured into them as he had before, before touching his tongue and pulling it between his lips to suck hotly.

  Underneath him, James shuddered violently and then arched up away from the bed as René drove into him again. Pleasure ripped through his body so strong that James broke off their kiss to shout his name, his head thrown back into the mattress and his voice hoarse. The force rippled through his body in waves, sending a spray of hot seed against René’s chest and stomach.

  René closed his eyes as the waves seemed to pound over him too, but the muscles of James’ ass clenched tightly around his cock and spasmed until the pain was too great to deny. He fell forward as the pleasure tore through him, pulling from his balls and splitting him in half, pushing liquid fire from him,dragging it from him in agonizing bursts of release.

  He called for James shakily and felt his seed spill from him until there was only a tingle and a small ache between his legs. His blood continued to throb but he could only breathe and wait for his heart to slow, keeping his eyes closed and letting his cheek stay where it rested. Something pounded just as fiercely under that cheek, but he could not seem to care, and merely flexed one hand into the satin bed coverings when his body had one last little tremor.

  “We will need more water.” James spoke without moving, and the words shivered through René’s skull, louder than he wanted. Opening one eye showed him an expanse of James’ chest, blond hair matted with sweat, rising and falling rapidly as James sought his breath.

  Their legs were still tangled, heavy on the blankets they had disturbed with their passion, wrapped together as lovers, and René opened his other eye, lifting his head slightly from James’ heat. His body was hot, a sticky itch between his legs that would soon be a great irritation. James no doubt felt the same, yet the man did not move.

  “Wash if you are dirty,” René hissed into James’ skin, salt at his lips, left to frown in confusion when this made James laugh. “Would you care for another bath, René?” The brush of a hand on René’s head followed James’ amused question, the soft laugh ending abruptly as René pushed himself up. He stared down at James with a look that did not erase the foolish smile carving James’ face in two, letting James’ hand touch him before it fell slowly back to the bed.

  Chapter Nineteen

  The lips pressed softly to his were nothing but a wish of his mind, but the grass, softer and wet and tickling at his neck was real enough, and with only a slight grimace, James opened his eyes. Approaching clouds told him the rain
was not through

  soaking this field, and that he did not have long to make his way back to René’s great house, but only his arms moved, sweeping out to either side in order to feel the blades of grass sharp on his palms.

  Even wet, James felt they could cut if he should move his hand in just the right way, but he did not stop, smiling a little as Deniau had done whenever danger was a possibility. He did not think anyone would call him a lunatic now if he were to say such madness was a malady suffered only by those close to René Villon.

  His own thoughts brought a full scowl to James’ face and stopped the motions of one hand. He brought it to his stomach and sighed before pushing himself up to a sitting position and gazing out across the brown and gray view that he had not thought to see in France, or to see René Villon the lord and master of.

  He was not close to René. It was foolish of him to think that he was. His scowl deepened to realize his face was warm in the chilled air, and that though he had not spoken his thoughts aloud he still possessed the tone of a vexed child. He was not close to René because René had left, and told him and the boy to remain here until he returned. The boy…it had been surprising enough that René had referred to Ben at all, and so James had not had time to remind him of the child’s name.

  In truth Ben had been the least of his worries as René had announced his plan to return to Paris for several days. He had ordered James to remain here, out of his way. Only two nights in his home and René was anxious for his ship once more, or perhaps anxious for the news of the Saint-Cyrs though he would not admit to such a concern aloud.