Bruised 3: Combustion

by Sean Michael

  He chuckled, raising his head to give Billy more skin to kiss. "We have a rug at home, too."

  "But it's not rainbow-colored and it doesn’t come with a view of the beach." Billy's lips trailed over his throat, tongue licking.

  He laughed and moaned at the same time, heat hitting his belly again as Billy's tongue slid over his skin. The licks and kisses grew slower, longer, a gentle suction added. Billy's ass squeezed his prick.

  "Oh, fuck, Billy, I swear to God, one of these days you're going to kill me fucking dead. But I'm going to go with the biggest smile on my face..."

  "No way. Gonna keep you well-fucked and happy for fucking ever." Billy nipped the hollow beneath his ear, as his lover's fingers moved to find his nipples.

  He moaned and bucked up against Billy. "I can live with that. I can so live with that."

  "Yeah." Billy's mouth fastened on his throat, sucking up a mark, ass working his cock insistently.

  "Billy!" Shit. He was about ready to come again already, having Billy turn the tables on him like this... damn.

  "You're mine, Mr. Bird. Going to keep you happy forever." The words were punctuated by a quick, sharp bite.

  Crying out, he bucked up hard, pushing more spunk into Billy's body. The pleasure lingered like sweet shocks traveling along his spine.

  Billy cuddled down, closed his eyes. "Yeah. That's good."

  "Oh, sweet fuck, yeah."

  He held on to Billy, sleep was coming for him. "Wake me when you're hungry again," he murmured, already half asleep.

  "Mmmhmm." Billy nuzzled and tugged the blanket down from the bed around them.

  On vacation and on the floor.

  Yeah. That was just about perfect.

  ***

  Johnson was carving pumpkins for the balcony. There were a half dozen of them and he was on number four. He'd waited until five to start carving, so now he was in a bit of a hurry and wasn't doing his usual job. Of course he was supposed to have help. Billy was supposed to come home around noon.

  Carla, the secretary, had called to say he was going to be late. That was nearly seven hours ago now and he hadn't heard anything since. He was torn between worried and angry and just plain disappointed.

  Johnson heard the door open and close, saw Billy just shuffle straight down the hall without a word, the water coming on in the shower a second later.

  He sighed. It was hard to keep a good pout going when your lover's ass was kicked by his job. He was pretty much finished carving anyway. He washed and put away the tools and made his way down to the bathroom.

  "Want some company?" he asked, opening the door.

  "Yeah." He could see Billy through the steam, eyes closed as he leaned into the spray, sort of all wrapped up in himself.

  He stripped down and stepped in behind Billy, pulled his lover back into his arms. "Bad day?" Weren’t they all these days? Their vacation felt like a million years ago. Maybe it was.

  "You might say that, yeah." Billy took a deep breath, relaxed against him. "You pissed at me?"

  He slid his hands along Billy's arms, his chest. "I can't say I'm not disappointed, but now that you're home, I imagine it'll fade pretty quickly."

  "I'm sorry." Billy turned and gave him a hug, face buried in his chest, lips kissing the spot above his heart.

  "I know." His hands slid down Billy's back, found the sweet ass, cupped it, pulled Billy close.

  A soft noise sounded and Billy reached up, wrapping around him, pulling him down for a long, slow kiss. Oh, that was nice. He wrapped one hand around the back of Billy's neck, tilted it so he could deepen the kiss.

  "Mmm..." Billy opened up to him, tongue sliding out to lap at his lips.

  The hot water fell down around them, that mouth so much hotter. His cock filled slowly, rubbed against Billy's belly.

  "Need you. Need you to make the rest of this shit go away." The words were bit out against his lips, those eyes flashed.

  "I can do that." He grabbed Billy by the waist and pushed him up against the shower wall, pressed Billy there with his body, kissed his lover hard.

  "Oh!" Billy's hands gripped his head, holding him tight, almost shaking.

  He brought Billy's legs up around his waist and opened the man up to him. He supposed he could have used shampoo or something, but Billy's need ate at him, made him ache and he pushed two fingers into his lover, let Billy take the burn.

  "Uhn. Fuck. More." Billy nipped his bottom lip, hard, even the low moans drawled.

  He bit Billy's lips back, teeth scraping over the sensitive skin as he pushed another finger in and fucked Billy hard with his hand. Those eyes rolled, the solid body moved and rocked down against him, cries filling the shower stall. He bent, taking a bite of Billy's neck, tasted water and sweat.

  "Yes." Billy threw his head back, the poor thing slamming it into the tile. "Fuck, Bird. I need you. Need this."

  He growled an agreement, biting his way across one shoulder and then the other, leaving lurid marks. He didn't want to wait any longer, couldn't. He pulled his fingers out and lined his prick up, pushed in deep.

  "Oh... Oh, sweet fuck. So hard." Billy's ass clenched tight around his cock, muscles rippling furiously.

  He moaned. Jesus fuck, yes.

  He held on tight to Billy's shoulder and hip, slamming into that tight heat so hard, he could feel it in his feet.

  "Yes. Yes. Bird. Fuck yes. So fucking deep." The soft, drawled words were mostly nonsense, the air filled with Billy's need.

  He took Billy's mouth again, held those eyes with his own. Shifting, he pulled Billy closer, aimed for that little pleasure point, and got it in one, if Billy's reaction was anything to go by.

  His lover went stiff, nails scratching down his back. "Johnson! Please!"

  Bending, he took one of Billy's nipples in his mouth and bit as he continued to nail Billy to the fucking wall. He felt Billy's orgasm in the muscles squeezing his cock, in the cry splitting the air. His own climax hit him like a ton of brick and his prick pulsed, filling Billy with his spunk.

  He collapsed against Billy, kept them both upright by sheer willpower as his hips jerked a few more times. Billy relaxed in his arms, breath slowing. "Damn."

  "Uh-huh." He was still breathing hard; the water pounded against his back as it started to cool a little.

  Billy took a deep breath, held onto him. "Thanks. Been a seriously fucked day."

  "I figured it must be for you to blow our date like that." He didn't mean it as a slam, more just letting Billy know he understood.

  "Yeah. I left the firm."

  "Whoa." He groaned as he slipped out of Billy, letting his lover find his feet. "All right. Let's get dry, get whiskeyed, and you can tell me all about it in bed."

  "What about Halloween?" Billy rinsed them both off.

  He shrugged, fingered the fresh bite marks on Billy's shoulders, collarbone, neck. "I figure after the day you've had you could probably use two tons of sugar."

  "Three." Billy lifted his chin. "Maybe four."

  He took another kiss and got them out of the shower, worry riding him now.

  Billy stuck close, quiet, eyes still. "I'm okay. Don't worry."

  "You can tell me all about it once I can concentrate on holding you."

  He shut the house down, making sure they wouldn't get any trick-or-treaters thinking they were handing out candy, and grabbed a handful of the good stuff before snagging a bottle of whiskey and two glasses and manhandling the whole lot along with Billy into the bedroom.

  Every time Billy opened his mouth to say something he'd kiss it.

  Finally they were in bed, two glasses of whiskey on the side table, baby chocolate bars and pumpkin suckers next to them. "All right, Billy. Talk to me."

  "I went in this morning and the old man calls me into the office. There's this kid that's hired us. He's accused of raping and killing two little girls, torturing them. Real wealthy. Old man wants me to get him off." Billy shrugged. "I looked into the case and there are big, big hole
s in the police's case, so I run out to talk to the kid." Billy drank a shot and poured another. "I talked to him for three hours. He did it, Bird. He did it, and he'll get off. He'll get off and do it again.

  "I went back to the office and told the old man I couldn't represent him. Long story short? I don't represent him? I don't have a job. Period."

  "Jesus, Billy." He wrapped his arms around his lover and pulled him close. "You did the right thing."

  "Yeah, you say that until I end up destitute. God, I make a shitty attorney."

  "Seems to me you make a good attorney, you just have a few more ethics than some." He grumbled and slid his tongue over the bite marks on Billy's skin. "And I won't let you end up destitute."

  "Hopefully it won't be an issue." Billy moaned a little, finished his second drink and moved toward his mouth. "Oh... I called the DAs office, maybe they'll take me."

  "Yeah? Putting the bad guys away would suit you better, wouldn’t it?" He leaned in, took a whiskey and Billy-flavored kiss.

  "Yeah." Billy whimpered, licking and lapping at his lips. "Don't want to worry about it tonight. Want you to make me fly."

  "That's what I do, Billy, that's what I do." He rolled Billy beneath him, let his lover feel his weight.

  "Mmm..." Billy stretched, spread for him. "Need you."

  "Got me," he muttered and pushed down against Billy.

  "Good." Billy rocked up against him, moaning low.

  He slid his hand down along Billy's ribs. "Mmm, there's an awful lot of unmarked skin here."

  "Been busy. Been gone. Gonna be around tomorrow, the next day. Please, Bird."

  He purred, deep in his throat. "Good. Need to paint my Billy."

  "Oh, sweet fuck. Please. Yours." Billy stretched, hands reaching up to curl around the headboard.

  He loved it when Billy begged, when his lover needed it, needed him so badly. He slid his hands up along Billy's arms, stopping now and then to dig into the muscled flesh, leaving the imprints of his fingers on that sweet skin. God, it made him so hard.

  Billy was hot and stiff beneath him -- nipples and cock, stomach muscles, arched throat. Begging for it, fucking beautiful. Bending, he wrapped his lips around a nipple, teeth teasing and then biting, just the nipple and then again, the skin around it this time. He bit until he could taste blood, hands sliding over any and all skin he could reach.

  Soft, desperate whimpers filled the air and Billy rippled underneath him. "Love. Oh, damn. Damn, so good. Don't stop, Bird. I need this. Need you. God, you're hot..."

  He licked the blood away, and then took a kiss, sharing it with Billy before making a beeline for the other nipple. Billy shuddered; the pretty chest shifted away from him and then back towards him. He licked the tip, then looked up, watching Billy as he slowly bit down. Billy keened, lips open, eyes shining at him, desperate, body shaking hard.

  He hummed as he bit; one hand wrapped around Billy's hip, thumb pressing into that sweet bit of flesh, the dip right next to Billy's hip bone.

  "Oh. Oh. Oh. Don't want to come yet. Want it to last. Oh. Bird. Fuck."

  "Yeah. Last for fucking ever." He pushed away, fumbled in the side-table drawer until he found the cock ring.

  Billy moaned, breathing hard, eyes watching and dark, lips wet and swollen. He wrapped the leather around Billy's cock and snapped it closed. The noise made him groan.

  "Oh..." Billy spread wide, hips jerking up obscenely, cock full and dark and wet.

  He slid down Billy's body, licked at that wet tip, moaned at the taste. Then he licked at the mark he'd brought up on Billy's hip. Red and hot, it was going to be a lovely, dark bruise. The scent of soap and salt and need and male was heady, made him hungry, made him ache.

  He scraped his teeth over the red mark, hand wrapping around Billy's cock, pumping slowly, spreading the pre-come. The sounds that split the air were delicious; Billy cried his name out, knees spread wide. He moaned, rubbed his hips against the sheets.

  "Love you. Need. Oh, Bird. Burning up for you. Aching..."

  "Yeah. Oh. Oh, yeah." He nodded, fingers sliding over Billy's skin as he pushed back up and reached into the drawer again, felt around inside it for. Yeah. Right there. He pulled out the plug, grabbed the lube as well.

  Billy was sliding, almost dancing beneath him, muscles rippling, sheened with sweat.

  "Gonna make you fly, Dallas," he murmured; the slick stuff spread over the plug.

  "Always do... Love." Billy's eyes were closed, dark marks peppered over the smooth skin.

  "Uh-huh." He pushed one slick finger into Billy's body, gasping at the heat that grabbed at his finger.

  "Mmm..." Those slim hips started shifting, riding his finger, that belly tight as Billy moved.

  "God, you're sexy." He took his finger out and pushed the plug against Billy's hole, let the man's own movements pull the hard plastic in.

  "Oh. Oh. Oh..." Billy's head came up, eyes wide. "Oh. Bird. Fuck."

  "Yeah, Dallas. The full on experience." He nipped at Billy's thigh, worked the plug in until it was set just right inside his lover.

  Billy shivered, and those pretty balls drew up, soft whimpers filling the air. "Bird..."

  "Yeah, lover?"

  "Oh, you... It's good for you? This is good for you, love?"

  He looked down at Billy, writhing and whimpering for him, cock bound in leather, plug in his ass, bite marks and bruises on that beautiful skin. "Oh yeah, I'm good."

  "Love you. Oh, fuck... Love you." Billy drew him up into a long, deep kiss.

  He fed the words back into Billy's mouth. His hands slid against hot skin, and those strong, heavy muscles moved, rippled, as his fingers worried bitten nipples and spread bruises.

  Billy's hands explored him -- holding and stroking, rubbing against him. So hot. So hungry. He pushed against Billy's body a few times and then settled, slowly working Billy's skin, determined to find every inch of it and make it his own. Billy's eyes rolled; the sweet body shifted and slid beneath him, undulating. It was like fucking magic, watching the need, the passion.

  Now and then he stopped to lick at Billy's cock, to taste the salty pleasure that leaked drop by drop onto Billy's skin. It was an addiction, Billy's taste, along with his writhing body, the cries of need that filled the air. Then Billy turned, offered him that smooth unmarked back, smooth ass, pretty, strong thighs. He came then, balls emptying as he shuddered. He didn't get soft, though, and he didn't stop, just put lips to skin and bit, sucked, licked, put fingers to skin and scraped and pressed, bruised. It was magnificent, Billy was magnificent.

  "Going to feel you everywhere. Feel you deep inside." Billy rubbed back against him, moaned low.

  "Way more than skin deep," he murmured, fingers pushing between Billy's ass cheeks, jostling the plug as he sucked up a mark in the small of Billy's back.

  "Yes. God, yes. Inside me." Billy pushed back against him, hips shifting and rocking. "Inside..."

  He nodded, groaned as the sound of Billy's voice made his balls ache. He slicked himself up, fingers tugging and pushing at the plug until he was ready to take it out and fill Billy with his own cock.

  "Please. Bird. Fuck. I can't wait. I need. Please, love." The words were sweet, constant, needy, Billy begging him, body and voice.

  He pulled the plug out, nice and slow. He stared, watched as Billy's opening spasmed around it, fought it leaving his body. "Relax, Dallas, I'm going to take care of you."

  "Oh..." A long, sweet ripple moved through Billy's body, the low cry settling in his balls.

  He tossed the plug onto the floor and leaned over Billy, pushed him down into the mattress. "Like this or face to face?"

  "Face to face. Want to see you love me."

  Johnson nodded. Yeah, that was good.

  He backed off long enough to roll Billy and push his lover's legs up over his shoulders. Then he was pushing close, lining his prick up with that hungry little hole, and sinking in.

  Oh, fuck. Hot. Hot and slick and tight and... Oh, fuck.
r />   He pressed all the way in until Billy was nearly folded in half. Gazing down, he took in those bright, hot eyes, and the lovely skin mottled with bite marks and bruises. He whimpered and started to thrust.

  "Yes. Oh, fuck. Johnson." Billy met every thrust, watching him, needing him, right fucking there with him.

  He brought their mouths together, kissing roughly as his fingers found marks here and there, pressing into them, making them throb beneath his fingertips. Billy was nothing but pure sensation, hot and slick and sweet, dancing underneath him.