Don't Read in the Closet volume one

by Various Authors

  Earth caught Air's legs again, pulled them up to rest on his chest, and began to guide his cock towards its goal.

  As the head of Earth's cock connected with Air's flesh he looked at me and smiled. I hesitated, not knowing what to do or say but Earth looked down at Air, saw that his eyes were still closed, and gestured for me to stay both quiet and still.

  I nodded my compliance and the movement made my cock, now painfully hard, bounce between my legs.

  Earth's eyes traveled down my body and rested on my shaft. His cock jerked in response to the sight of my excitement and he pushed into Air who cried out. Earth clamped his hand over his lover's mouth. Tears spilled from the corners of Air's eyes and I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed down his cry.

  Pulling out of Air, Earth growled softly, his gaze still fixed on my cock. With one smooth stroke he shoved his dick back in. He looked too big for Air, who thrashed on the bed, eyes still clamped tightly shut.

  I began to stroke my cock as I watched them, feeling heat build in my body.

  As Earth began a rhythmic thrust, he uncovered Air's mouth but covered his eyes instead. He hunched over his lover and whispered in his ear, just loud enough for me to hear. "What does fire need to burn?"

  Air made a sound of confusion but Earth repeated the question, gentle yet firm, as he pushed himself all the way into Air and stayed deep inside him. "Fire needs air."

  Earth kissed him. "Fire needs you. Would you give yourself to him?"

  Air squirmed beneath him. Fluid drooled from his own rigid cock and formed a puddle on his abdomen. "Y-Yes."

  As I touched my own cock it began to drool, too.

  "You will enjoy this, Air, I promise." Earth said the words softly as he beckoned me over to them. He spat on his hand and fingered Air's hole so I could see his fingers disappear into him. "Feel him, Water. He's tight, hot, and willing."

  "But I-"

  Earth took my hand in his and sucked my fingers into his smiling mouth, making them wet. "Feel him."

  I circled Air's glistening entrance with my fingertips before pushing against it. His body responded immediately, hard cock jerked and his hole tightened around my knuckles.

  Earth stroked himself, his white teeth exposed as he opened his mouth, bent down, and took my cock between his lips. I shuddered at the sensation burning inside me. Earth had lit a taper deep in my body.

  Once my shaft was coated in his spit, Earth took my hips in his firm grip and guided my cock into his lover.

  As I entered Air, I leaned forwards to kiss him. This wasn't just about passion or lust, this was about love. It felt so good - his tight hole clamped around my dick and his beautiful mouth on mine.

  For several blissful minutes I remained hunched over Air's body until I felt Earth's hand close around the base of my cock and ease it out of his lover. He nodded down towards his own rigid shaft. "Would you like to taste me?"

  I nodded mutely and licked my lips. Kneeling, I pulled Earth's dick towards me. Air sprung up, swung one leg over my head and placed it next to Earth, presenting his own cock for Earth to savor. I paused to watch as Air pushed his meat into Earth's mouth. I wrapped my own mouth back around Earth's shaft and took it deep into my throat. All three of us groaned as we began a steady rhythm.

  The heat grew within me, radiating out from my cock and balls. Earth and I changed places; Earth guided Air's cock into my mouth before sucking greedily on my own.

  It felt like flames licked at my balls and shaft. Lost in the sensation I suddenly became aware that Air now presented his ass to me. I buried my face in him as Earth rocked back onto his heels and watched his lover push back onto me.

  "I think we've found your fire," Earth said, and he positioned me so I sat on the edge of the bed. He stood, wrapped his arms around Air's waist. He snatched him up from the floor and lowered him onto my cock very slowly before pushing us both back onto the bed. Air lay on top of me so we both faced upwards. Earth towered above us, playing with his cock while he watched me push into his lover from behind.

  Leaning forwards, Earth placed one hand either side of my shoulders. Bending his knees he guided his cock towards mine. I felt his shaft touch mine and a thrill ran through me as it slid upwards. Air gasped as it nudged against his hole but Earth pressed on, intent on entering him too. As Air opened to accommodate him I slowed my own thrusts to allow Earth smooth passage.

  Air came first. The contraction of his hole triggered Earth's orgasm and he cried out and stabbed savagely into Air as he came. He came so hard that I felt his cum squirt back out of Air's hole and down my balls. Rather than douse the flames that now raged within me, it fuelled my fire and I exploded. I cried out to the gods as I came inside Air. This prolonged Earth's orgasm and our cocks throbbed together, held tightly inside Air.

  As we pulled out of him, Air slumped sideways and Earth and I wrapped ourselves around him, laughing. The intensity of our coupling had surprised us all.

  After kissing us both deeply, Earth grabbed my left hand and turned it upwards. A new tattoo, three flames in an infinite loop, had appeared there. "Did you feel it?"

  I nodded. "I thought it was my orgasm. It burnt straight through me."

  Earth laughed and kissed me again before taking Air's hand.

  We all felt the power then. Water, Earth, Air, and – finally! – Fire.

  "We are going to bring peace to the world my brothers," Earth smiled. "We are complete in our power and in our love."

  THE END

  Author bio: I’ve always been creative, with a background in art, fashion, theatre costume, acting, and direction. These interests waxed and waned throughout my life.

  But I’ve always written.

  My first novel, an M/M Romance called Body of Water, is due for publication in September 2011

  Author Links:

  Website – http://www.stuartwakefield.com

  Email – stuartwakefield@me.com

  Alex Whitehall – HOLD ME TIGHT (Hurt-Comfort/BDSM Light)

  Selected by Alex Whitehall

  Dear Author,

  This photo screams D/s to me.

  [PHOTO: A very young man with pale skin and dark hair is pinned up against a wall. The older man behind him has a hand on the boy's forehead, tipping his head back until his pale neck stretches. His cheek is against the boy's hair. Despite the controlled pose, or perhaps because of it, the young man shows closed-eyed calmness.]

  I believe the young man has run away from home the day after his high school graduation to escape an abusive step-father who molested him while his mother was too sick to know what was happening. He's living on the streets (or beach) and looking for love (someone to give a damn) in all the wrong places including gay bars and dark alleys.

  The older man rescues him from someone taking advantage of him (hurting him) and takes him home for a few days till the boy gets on his feet. What the older man didn't count on was the kid getting to his protective and dominant instincts with the boy's submissive (calming) reaction to the slightest touch of skin on skin. What happens then is up to you. HFN or HEA with D/s works for me.

  Sincerely,

  Dee Wyeth

  Genre: contemporary

  Tags: hurt-comfort, age-gap, light-BDSM (rough/bossy), barely-legal (he’s 18), boy off the streets

  Words: 7,039

  HOLD ME TIGHT

  by Alex Whitehall

  "Hey, you alright?" Trevor asked, studying the pale kid sitting--for lack of a better word--with his back against the brick wall. His hair was dark and sticking up from where the brute had been grabbing it, and although he couldn't see it in the poor light, Trevor imagined the skin was pink on his cheek. The kid nodded, tossing out a carefree smile that didn't quite match his ripped shirt and the tear hanging onto his left eye.

  He started pushing himself up. "Thanks, yeah, I'm fi--shit!" The kid would have collapsed if Trevor hadn't grabbed his flailing arm and yanked him the rest of the way up, immediately taking the weight that depended
on him. "Fuck. Sorry, mister." The kid hopped on one leg until he got his balance then leaned away with another sunny smile. "Looks like I sprained my ankle." He winked. "Guess that'll teach me."

  Trevor wasn't sure exactly what the kid had learned, but he doubted it had anything to do with picking up men in alleyways, or whatever it was that he'd been doing with that guy. "Right." He watched as the kid put his foot on the ground and immediately picked it up again with a wince. "Do you have a car nearby? Or can I call you a cab?"

  The kid stilled like a hunted rabbit, though he wasn't staring at his predator with wide eyes. Nope, when the kid looked up, he gave Trevor the same giant smile he'd been dealing since Trevor had scared the other guy off. "A cab would be great."

  "Do you have cash on you or need me to cover it? Come on, put your weight on me." Trevor snatched his gym bag off the ground then wrapped his arm around the kid and helped him hobble out to the street.

  "Uh, probably not enough to pay for a cab." Another grin--least this one was a bit sheepish. Trevor was starting to get the idea.

  "Alright, I think I have enough to get you home. Unless you're okay with me driving you."

  "No," and that smile was a little too bright, "can't be getting in cars with strangers, even nice ones, you know?"

  "Uh huh. Just go down dark alleys with them, right?"

  He didn't know why he said it; maybe he wanted the kid to get pissy at him. He should have known better. All he got was a smile. "Never going to find love if you don't take chances."

  "Risks, you mean. Chances are going on dates with someone when you don't know if you'll have anything in common. Risks are going in back alleys for blow jobs."

  "Hey, never know when love'll show up."

  "Right." He set the kid against the light post and stepped to the curb, keeping his eyes open for a taxi. It wasn't long before he flagged one down, the kid gave his address and Trevor made sure he left him enough cash to get home. As the taxi pulled away, Trevor suddenly felt old. He was only twenty-eight, so when did teenagers become kids? When he rescued them from danger, he guessed. With a shake of his head, he turned and walked back to his car.

  ****

  He'd just finished a three-mile run on the beach to make up for skipping the gym the night before when he saw the kid again, this time asleep on a bench in well-worn jeans and a long-sleeved tee. His leg was propped awkwardly away from his body and half his face was a nasty bruise. Trevor slowed from a jog to a walk, glancing at how much time he had until he needed to leave for work, before heading over to where the kid slept and gently shaking his shoulder. "Hey, kid."

  The kid sat up with a jolt, hands automatically grabbing his bag before the movement registered as pain in his brain. His fingers knotted in the bag he'd been using as a pillow as he hissed, then jerked his body to stand. "Sorry offic--" He blinked, his left eye puffy but open as he realized who was standing next to him. He gingerly sat back on the bench. "Oh, it's you." He tried to give one of his smiles, but it resulted in a wince and he just looked at his bag before dragging it onto his lap. "Sorry, did you want to sit down?"

  He had time. Not much, but he couldn't just walk away from the kid sleeping on a bench. So he sat. "What are you doing here?"

  "Got locked out?" The kid gave him a glance and Trevor just leveled a disbelieving glare. "Yeah, didn't think you'd buy it." He laughed humorlessly and winced again, gently touching his cheek. "Same old story: bad situation, trying to make it on my own, blah blah blah, whine whine whine."

  Trevor considered this. "So you were turning tricks?"

  "What? No!" The kid glared at him, even though it had to make his face hurt. "I'm not desperate. I really was just looking for someone to go home with."

  "Well, you got it."

  "What?"

  He held out his hand. "My name's Trevor, Trevor Hart."

  "Sam." He automatically took it. "What are you talking about?"

  "I'm inviting you back to my place."

  "Oh." His eyes did a more thorough scan of Trevor's body, taking in the sun-kissed skin and hair, his strong jaw and muscles. "Yeah. Sure."

  "Not for sex."

  "What?"

  "Listen, you're hurt and need a few days to get back on your feet--literally. Anyway, you're just a kid."

  "I'm not a kid! I'm 18. Be 19 next month."

  "Fine, you're not a kid, but you're still hurt. You can stay at my place for a while, that's it. No strings."

  "Right. Yeah. Of course." He flashed a smile and winced, but kept the smile. "Thanks."

  "I live just down the block, think you can make it?"

  Sam nodded, hoisting himself onto his one foot. Before he could put weight on his wrenched ankle, Trevor stood and balanced him out and they hobbled down the street. It was warm and they were both sweaty by the time Trevor hit the button for the elevator, but he was still doing okay time-wise. Sam was leaning on him--not just his weight, resting his head on his shoulder, his body relaxed against his support, even though Trevor had said no sex. Still, it was oddly comforting to have him there, knowing he was going to be in a safe place.

  The elevator took them up six stories and then it was just down the hall to his apartment. It was only two bedrooms, one of which was his office, but he figured Sam could take his bed while he healed and Trevor could sleep on the couch--he did that often enough anyway.

  "Woah, sweet place."

  "Thank you. Come on, we'll set you up on the couch for today."

  "Sure. Thank you." Trevor watched with a certain amount of amusement as the cocky kid from outside hesitated, then hopped over to the couch with minimal help. Once he was situated, Trevor started stripping off his shirt and heading toward the bathroom. A glance at the clock said he had twenty minutes for a shower and breakfast. "Umm..."

  "Yeah?" He turned, tossing his shirt in the laundry, followed by his socks and then his shorts. Sam was turned on the couch, staring at him with dark eyes that darted up to his face.

  "Umm. What should I do?"

  Trevor smiled at his uncertainty. Where was the kid from before? Probably all just a front. "Why don't you sleep? I might be gone when you wake up, but you can watch TV and I'll leave you a lunch in the fridge."

  "That's it?"

  "Yep. I'm kind of winging this, so..."

  "Right. Sorry, you have to go. I'll sleep." Sam disappeared behind the back of the couch and as much as Trevor wanted to help him settle in--whatever that meant--he didn't have time. He swiped off the last article of clothing and hopped in the shower. By the time he was done, Sam was asleep on his couch, making little snorting noises that startled him when he got out of the bedroom. Quickly preparing them each a lunch, he grabbed his keys and left.

  ****

  He wasn't worried about Sam all day. He obviously wasn't worried about him stealing the TV, the most expensive thing there since his laptop went to work with him. He was concerned that Sam would get bored, and he was a little unsure what he was going to do with the kid for the next few days, but overall he didn't worry. They were both adults, or mostly adults, they'd work it out.

  So he wasn't worried when he went home that evening. He was a little concerned when his "Hello, Sam" went unanswered and he saw the living room was empty, but Sam's gym bag was still there, so he thought it was a safe bet the kid hadn't gone. And then he heard the shower going. Trevor smiled to himself, amused at how easily Sam made himself at home--not that he begrudged the boy a shower--and changed out of his work clothes before heading to the kitchen to make dinner.

  Twenty minutes later the food was ready to go in the oven, and Sam was still in the shower. So Trevor tossed the food in the fridge before he headed down the hall and tapped on the door. "Sam?"

  No answer. He knocked harder. "Sam?"

  Still no answer. He tested the knob and it gave. Pushing open the door, he saw Sam's clothes scattered on the floor and he said again, "Sam?"

  With no answer again, he gingerly pushed aside the shower curtain, fearing the wor
st. Sam was sitting on the floor with his knees pulled to his chest and his head resting on his knees, just sitting there as the now-cold water rained down. "Sam?"

  When he still didn't get an answer, Trevor turned off the water and grabbed a clean towel then kneeled down beside the tub. "Sam?"

  His head slowly turned and he blinked once before he started shivering. "Sa--sorry."

  "It's fine, what were you doing in here so long?"

  "Needed a shower." He unfolded, grabbing at the shower bar to pull himself up and Trevor wrapped the towel around him, briefly drying off his head and shoulders before tucking it around his waist. Sam moved slowly as he stepped from the tub, nearly falling over as he put weight on his bad leg. His gasp became a sob and Trevor took his weight, practically falling back onto the toilet seat, only to find Sam sitting on his lap, hiding his head against his chest as he kept shivering. His skin was icy. "Sa-sorry."

  "Hey, it's okay." He reached across the small room to grab a second towel to drape over Sam's shoulders. "What's wrong?"

  Still overwhelmed by the shaking, he didn't answer immediately. Trevor put his arms around him, rubbing his back and trying to share some body heat while Sam relaxed into his arms, hiding his face against his neck, his cold nose sending a chill down Trevor's back. They were still sitting like that when the shivering finally stopped and Sam's breathing steadied. He whispered into Trevor's neck, "Sorry. Just had a nightmare."

  "It's fine. Feeling better now?"

  Sam nodded and nestled closer, his arms shifting from their limp position at his sides to wrap around Trevor's torso. He tried not to notice that Sam was straddling his lap wearing nothing but towels, but his heart picked up a notch as his cock took interest and warred with his brain. Sam was obviously interested, but he was also used to sleeping around for a warm place with a roof over his head and whatever else would cause nightmares bad enough to get lost in the shower.

  With a soft moan, Sam shifted his hips closer as he kissed Trevor's neck and Trevor's brain switched off, just for a moment, to feel the warm, soft expanse of back beneath his hands. But before his dick could take complete control, his brain recalled that he wasn't going to take advantage--although part of him questioned if he was taking advantage when he was the one being seduced. That was semantics for another day, not for when his blood was sliding south. "No, Sam."