Falling Bundle

by Jace, Alex

  “This is very—ah!—very relaxing.” Arjen’s voice got tauter as Max resumed playing with him. He was an irresistible sight in the soft silver light that fell from the window overhead. His slim body was spread wide, his dark hair finger-rumpled, his eyes heavy as he bit his lip in that maddeningly sexy way. So tight and hot around Max’s finger. When Max rubbed his sweet spot again he couldn’t stifle a moan.

  “Somewhere hot,” Max suggested. “Maybe with a pool.”

  “A private pool, I’m thinking.” Arjen’s smile gleamed.

  “Yep. Otherwise we’re going to get arrested.” Max hadn’t been able to keep his hands off Arjen since the moment he met him; he wasn’t going to start now. Not when he was just getting used to having Arjen in his bed every night.

  “When would you like to go?”

  Max paused. “Are you serious?” He’d thought they were just fantasising. It was all right for Arjen, as a solicitor he must be loaded, but Max barely scraped by with his low-paid job; there was no way he could afford a foreign holiday. “I don’t know. That’s a lot of money.”

  “We could afford it,” Arjen ventured. “We’re together. We earn more than enough between us. So why not enjoy it?”

  Max’s frown deepened. He liked to be very much in charge in relationships; he decided everything from how many nights he slept here at Arjen’s house to how long he was going to make Arjen squirm before allowing him to come. It did not sit well with him to let Arjen make the phone calls and write the cheques for holidays. Plus Arjen liked it better when Max kept control.

  Arjen fidgeted under him, his hands clenching then relaxing as he made himself stay still. It must be driving him crazy that Max kept stopping fingering him just when he was getting close to the edge. His body was delightfully taut, the beginnings of a tremble in his parted thighs. Max pushed his knees up and apart to open him further; Arjen shuddered, but drew his feet up under him, giving Max permission to do what he liked.

  Maybe Max could let him pay for this holiday without giving up too much of the power in their relationship. After all, every time Max bedded him would remind him who was in charge. Max would just have to spend more time putting him in his place. Which was on his back with his legs spread.

  Sounded fun. Max had always liked a challenge. He grinned. “Let’s do it.” Arjen brightened, and Max smiled down at him. “I can repay you in other ways.” He addressed himself to the much more pressing matter of driving Arjen crazy.

  Once every slow stroke of his fingers had Arjen clutching at the bed covers, gasping for breath, Max slid back up his body and started to push inside him. Arjen threw his head back with a groan as Max sank slowly into him. The hot grip of his body was delicious; it gave Max such an intense satisfaction to be buried inside him. Max dipped his head and kissed him as he rocked into him steadily. “You’re mine,” Max whispered against his mouth. “All mine.”

  “Yes.” Arjen arched wonderfully under him, his arms coming up around Max’s neck. Rain surged against the window, drowning out their ragged breaths.

  Arjen began to pant, clutching at him, lifting his body into Max’s thrusts. Max turned his face into his shoulder and growled as he fought for control. He wanted to drag this out as long as possible, get Arjen clawing at him, frantic with his need for release. But it was impossible to hold out that long. The second Arjen clenched around him, tipping over the edge, Max lost it. He could only grip tight and push deep as he shuddered out his release.

  They lay twined together in the warm sheets for some time afterward, catching their breath. Max pressed a kiss to Arjen’s bare shoulder, savouring his closeness, his clear satisfaction. Arjen snuggled closer, and murmured, “South of France?”

  “Wherever you want.” Max smiled against his throat. He would follow Arjen anywhere.

  If Max had realised Arjen would get so excited, he would have suggested a holiday months ago. Arjen spent the whole day happily making a list of holiday stuff to think about. He looked so damn cute when he was deep in thought biting the end of a pencil that Max couldn’t resist him. “You’re adorable.” Max ruffled his hair.

  Arjen pushed his hand away playfully. “You’re making fun of me.”

  “Always.” Max stretched out in a leather recliner and tugged Arjen into his lap. Arjen sank into him easily, leaning into him, fingers curling in Max’s shirt. His warm weight was familiar. Reassuring. Home.

  Max spent all his time here now. They had practically been living together for weeks. They were just waiting for Max’s current tenancy to end so he could officially move all his gear into Arjen’s house.

  “I’ve just never, you know. Been on holiday with my partner before.” Arjen smiled up at him, half shy.

  “We’d better make it memorable then.” Max winked.

  Arjen leaned in to kiss him. Max loved the way he smiled when he did it, his mouth curving against his.

  They ended up in Bristol Airport. Max attempted to hide the fact that he’d never been on a plane before, but eventually he had to give up and confess that he didn’t know one end of a plane from another. Arjen was the one who laughed this time. He pushed Max with his shoulder, his smile deepening. “Lucky you have me to look after you.”

  “If you keep smiling at me like that, we’re going to miss our flight.” Max hooked two fingers in his belt loop and tugged him closer, not caring about the crowded concourse, the announcements ringing out, the people pushing past with luggage. He drew Arjen tight against him and slipped his hand daringly into Arjen’s back pocket, palming his ass. Arjen caught his breath. “We’ll miss it,” Max whispered into his ear, “because I will drag you into the first unattended corner we find and fuck you senseless. Get up into you where you’re all slippery and wanting. Keep my hand over your mouth so you can’t scream.”

  Arjen made a stifled sound and leaned into Max hard, clearly wanting that. Max bit his earlobe, making him squeak, squeezed his ass then let him go, flustered and rumpled. “So behave.”

  They nearly did miss their flight. They were the last to take their seats in the tiny plane under the disapproving stares of the flight attendants. Max slipped Arjen into the window seat and took the outer seat next to him, guarding him. Arjen was immediately entranced by their view of the gleaming wing of the plane with its flats and slaps or whatever they were called. “Slats and flaps,” Arjen told him. “Pay attention, Max.”

  Max did not have to put up with that kind of cheek from Arjen. He bided his time for revenge until the plane was in the air, then casually draped his jacket over their laps, covering them completely. Under the jacket he squeezed Arjen’s thigh. “You’re in trouble now, sweetling.”

  Arjen jumped. The hot muscle of his thigh tensed beneath Max’s fingers. “What are you doing?”

  “What does it look like?” Max ran a hand up his thigh and cupped his crotch.

  “Max!” Arjen froze in his seat, clearly not sure whether to stop him.

  Max rubbed his palm over his crotch, leaned into him, stroking him slowly, and whispered in his ear, “I’m going to spend the next two weeks fucking you over and over. You’re going to be begging me not to torture you any more. By the time I’m done with you you won’t even be able to move without thinking of me in your ass.”

  Arjen shifted, biting his lip, the colour rising in his face. He was getting hard under Max’s hand. “You shouldn’t…”

  “I think I should, sweetheart. I think I should fuck you in the mornings when you’re sleepy. Have you in my lap squirming around on my cock before I let you get up. Keep you on your back for hours at night. I’ll plough your ass while your legs are wrapped around me. You know, I think I should fuck your mouth while you’re on your knees for me. You like that. Don’t you?”

  Arjen went crimson. Max took him firmly by the chin so he couldn’t look away, enjoying his wide dark eyes, and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Don’t you?”

  “Yes.” Arjen nuzzled into his fingers.

  He was irresistible. M
ax ran a thumb gently along his lower lip, and Arjen took it into his mouth. The heat of his mouth, the flick of his tongue got Max instantly hard; if they hadn’t been surrounded by passengers Max would have made Arjen go down on him there and then. Max kept his voice low and intimate, for Arjen alone. “I brought all your toys so I can play with you, Arjen. Get you handcuffed to my bed, stuffed full of a dildo. You can beg nice and loudly then. We’re staying way out in the countryside. Nobody will hear you.” Arjen stifled a whimper. Max squeezed him through the front of his trousers. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you. Being spread wide for me. Filled.”

  “Yes.” Arjen hid his face in Max’s shoulder so nobody else could see his burning embarrassment.

  Max kissed his hair. “I’m going to take good care of you. I’ll fuck you into oblivion. Then get you nice and relaxed. Then fuck you again.”

  Arjen just groaned. Max smiled wickedly, and took his hand back. “How long is this flight again?”

  The sun was sinking into a sea of red by the time they got off the plane, navigated through the airport, and drove miles down tiny winding roads into the depths of the countryside as dusk drew in around them. Finally they crunched up a gravel drive and drew in at a quiet little villa with a slate roof. Some kind of climbing plant wound its way up a trellis around the front door in an arch. Its flowers nodded their sleepy heads, dusting them with petals as they dragged in their luggage.

  The inside was delightfully cool after the sticky heat of the day. It was made of stone and echoes, with exposed beams overhead and a hearth big enough to climb into. Somebody had thoughtfully left them a bottle of wine and two glasses. Arjen turned the bottle on the wooden table so he could study the label.

  Max had been resisting his hunger for him for so many hours that one look at Arjen snapped his self-control. He took Arjen by the back of the neck. “Bend over, sweetling.”

  Arjen shivered once, hard, and let Max bend him over. He was so fucking hot. Max leaned into him, grinding against his ass with a growl. “You can open the wine after I’m done with you.” He kept Arjen pinned against the table, gripping him by the back of the neck, as he ripped down his trousers exactly like he’d been fantasising for hours. He should take the time to prepare Arjen properly, but he was so on edge that he only pushed a couple of slick fingers into him; Arjen contracted so hard around his fingers with such a sweet moan that Max couldn’t wait any longer, he’d come before he even got inside him. Max gripped him tight as he started to press home.

  Arjen squirmed under him, a whimper caught in his throat. He tried to spread his legs wider for Max, but his trousers were tangled around his knees. He could only take what Max was giving him.

  Max sheathed himself in that tight body with a groan of satisfaction. He had been denying himself for so long that it was twice as intense as normal. He shuddered with the urge to bite down, mark him with his teeth, remind him who he belonged to. “All right?” Max’s voice came out strained. “Not hurting you?”

  Arjen just panted, trapped under his weight. He was an open invitation. Max drew out, then slammed in again. Out, then in. Out, then in. Arjen trembled under him, working one hand under himself to stroke his own cock. Max adjusted his angle slightly and Arjen cried out, his body tightening sweetly. “Come when you’re ready,” Max told him in a rough voice, and focused on pounding him into the table.

  One more hard thrust and Arjen gasped, clenching up, his body arching and flexing as he came. Max gave in to the urge to bite down as he spilled himself deep inside his body; the knowledge that he was leaving a mark filled him with intense satisfaction.

  Afterward those fierce feelings were spent and Max only wanted to be gentle with him. He eased out of him, cleaned him up and settled him into a chair. Arjen seemed dazed with the force of his climax; Arjen tugged him closer and leaned into his side. He was particularly cuddly after sex. Max poured them both a glass of wine and kissed the top of his head as he gave Arjen his glass. “Welcome to France.”

  Arjen captured Max’s hand and turned his cheek into his palm, his eyes already sliding shut. He must be tired. “I like it here already.”

  Max looked down at his beloved, warm with satisfaction. “Me too.”

  The first day of their holiday dawned bright gold with sunshine that poured in through the leaf-fringed windows. They breakfasted on the deck outside, looking out over miles of green countryside melting into a haze in the distance. The utter silence was so different from what Max normally considered a holiday, namely an opportunity to drink and get laid, and yet as Max tore off another piece of crusty bread and buttered it, something inside him settled into place. Peace.

  Arjen clearly couldn’t wait to dive into their private pool, which shone like a jewel in the decking. Max discovered that he looked fucking amazing wearing only swim shorts. He tugged Arjen back toward him before he could jump into the water. “Not so fast, sweetling. It’s thirty-five degrees. You’re going to burn.”

  Arjen laughed. “I can see your concern is only for my welfare. Not because you want to rub me all over with sun cream and get me all slippery.”

  “Duty calls.” Max grinned.

  He made Arjen lie down. Arjen grumbled, but stretched out on the sun-warmed wooden decking, resting his cheek on his folded arms. The sight of all that lean muscle laid out underneath him made Max bite his tongue hard to hold himself back; he wanted to tug those swim shorts down and zero in on that perfect ass.

  Patience. Max poured the sun cream onto his hands and began to rub it in.

  It felt fantastic. Arjen was delightfully warm beneath his hands, relaxing more under every stroke, and when Max pressed harder into the muscles of his back, Arjen gave a little moan. “Oh, that’s good.”

  Arjen was going to end up getting fucked into the decking if he didn’t behave. Max rubbed the stuff into his shoulders, then down his back, enjoying the curve of his spine. He parted Arjen’s legs deliberately and rubbed down his thighs and calves, then tantalised himself by running his hand back up his inner thigh. “Turn over, baby.”

  “Mmm.” Arjen seemed to have melted beneath his hands; turning over was clearly too much effort.

  “If I have to stare at your ass in those shorts any longer, I will not be responsible for the consequences. Turn over.”

  Arjen stirred reluctantly, then subsided again. “Don’t want to.”

  The growl rose unbidden in Max’s throat. He yanked those damn shorts straight down and spread Arjen’s thighs wide. It really was a fantastic view—his ass was amazing, muscled and tight. Max cupped Arjen’s ass in his slippery hands, squeezed and kneaded, pressing his thumb into his hole. Arjen arched under him with a gasp. “Ah!”

  “Hush. This is your own fault.” Max added some lube to his fingers for good measure and pushed that thumb in. Arjen groaned as it slipped in. “You’re all slippery. I should have known this was only going in one direction.” He tugged his own trunks off so he could rub himself against Arjen’s ass. His cock slid back and forth along his crack. Arjen squirmed under him, trapped against the wooden deck. “I should just come all over your ass. Get you even stickier.”

  “No, please fuck me.”

  “You’re going to be such a mess.” Max grinned as he spread him even wider and pushed into him.

  Arjen said “Oh,” then “Oh,” his body tautening deliciously as Max eased home. They were both slippery now, sliding against each other. Arjen was scorchingly hot, like he’d soaked up all the warmth of the sun. He smelled of some scent they put in the sun cream. Max wanted to lick him.

  Max tugged him until he was half kneeling, his ass in the air, his face still pressed against the deck. In this position Max could reach under him and capture his cock in one slick hand. He discovered that he could also hit an angle with his thrusts that made Arjen cry out. Arjen tried to muffle his cries in his folded arms, but Max slapped his ass sharply. “No. Nobody’s here except me. I want to hear you.”

  Arjen shuddered under him, and Max gr
ipped him tight and began pounding him in earnest. Arjen must have been closer than Max had thought, because within a few strokes Arjen screamed out as he climaxed, his body squeezing Max so tight that fireworks burst inside Max’s head. Primal hunger took over and Max hammered him until he came fiercely inside him.

  Afterward they collapsed together, sticky and exhausted. Max chuckled. “Now look what you did.” Arjen just gave a decadent groan of satisfaction.

  They dipped into the pool to wash off; the crisp chill of the water was bracing. Then they lay together at the poolside, pleasantly tired, and Max dried them with a towel, then rubbed them both down with sun cream. It was easy to do now that he was spent and lazy; the slow slide of his hands seemed to be putting Arjen back to sleep, and Max could steal gentle kisses between strokes.

  The weather was spectacular all day. They both loved the water, and Max learned to memorise the quicksilver flash of Arjen’s dive into the pool, the ripple of motion along the bottom, the cascading water as he burst back up into the open air. Max sat on the side of the pool, kicking his feet in the water; Arjen smiled up at him, dark and sleek.

  “You are beautiful,” Max told him in all honesty.

  “You’re just saying that because you want to get laid.” Arjen cupped him teasingly through the front of his trunks.

  Arjen knew exactly how to stroke Max to get him hard again. The sudden ache of hunger woke in seconds. “You’re playing with fire,” Max warned.

  “One can only hope.” Arjen had such a wicked smile as he rubbed Max’s hard cock.

  That was it. Max made a grab for him; Arjen slipped out of his grip, quick as a fish in the water. But Max had a longer reach than Arjen had anticipated. He got a grip on Arjen’s arm, lost it, got it again, hauled Arjen sputtering and laughing back toward him. Max took him firmly by the hair. “That’s enough. Now you can finish what you started.” He pulled his cock out of his trunks.