The Pact

by Justine Elyot

  ‘Ah, Jesus.’ Dean locked his knees to stop himself from toppling over. ‘Careful, it’s a time bomb.’

  Tommy didn’t seem to hear and pumped from root to tip.

  Dean gripped his shoulder for support. Having Tommy’s hot palm around his dick was even more amazing than he’d imagined. ‘Oh, God, I don’t want to come yet.’

  ‘You won’t.’ Dean leaned close and set a hot, open-mouthed kiss over his lips. After a few moments he pulled back. ‘I won’t let you come yet, I have other plans for this sexy dick.’ He released Dean and stepped away. He finished undoing his own trousers then shoved them down. He was commando and his cock freed instantly.

  Dean couldn’t help staring at Tommy’s erection. It was longer than his but thinner and paler. His light pubic hair was trimmed neatly into a triangle.

  Dean brushed his fingers through his own riotous tangle. Should he have neatened up? Is that what gay men did? It had never even occurred to him.

  Tommy finished removing his clothes, pulling the ends of his jeans off by stepping on them and bending his knees up. He then quickly lost his socks.

  ‘So, naked cuddles coming up.’ He held out his hands and grinned. His cock bobbed.

  ‘Yes.’ Dean stripped free of the last of his clothes.

  They pressed together, a complete joining of skin on skin.

  Tommy snuggled into Dean’s neck, kissing and licking and making approving noises.

  Dean smoothed his palms down Tommy’s back. His skin was so soft, his muscles sinewy and elongated on either side of his spine. He reached his arse cheeks and explored their shape, loving finally being able to touch the buttocks he’d spent so many hours stealing looks at.

  Dean shifted, and their cocks touched, coming into alignment.

  ‘Oh, yeah, more …’ Dean said, the instruction spilling from his mouth. The feel of another cock pressed to his was out of this world. Rigidity covered in velvet smoothness. It wasn’t what he’d imagined but he’d take more of it.

  Tommy trembled slightly in his arms.

  Dean held him closer and kissed his temple. He’d been worried that he’d feel out of control at this moment, but he didn’t. He felt completely at one with the gorgeous, complex, loving man in his arms.

  Tommy suddenly stepped away. His cheeks were flushed. He was breathing fast. ‘Sit. On there.’ He nodded at the sofa.

  Dean did as instructed. The soft material was cool on his arse and back. He spread his legs, his balls aching and his cock tapping against his belly.

  Tommy dropped to his knees between Dean’s legs. He rested his hands on Dean’s thighs.

  Dean blew out a long, low breath. He knew what was coming. What was about to happen. He’d always enjoyed blowjobs; finding girlfriends who also enjoyed them was hit and miss, but a woman who was happy to take him into her mouth had always hung around longer than those who didn’t.

  But this. A man sucking him off. It was crazy new, in a good way.

  ‘This is going to be as fun for you as it is for me, baby,’ Tommy said, running his hands up the inside of Dean’s thighs.

  Dean tensed his abdomen and clenched his fists. ‘Yeah …’ Thinking straight was getting harder by the second. All he wanted was to feel Tommy’s lips around his shaft, the heat of his mouth engulfing him.

  Fuck, I won’t be able to hold off.

  ‘Just relax and enjoy. We’ve got all night, and you deserve this. You were monumentally brave earlier, telling Shelly.’

  ‘Shelly, yes.’ Dean pressed his right hand to the back of Tommy’s head. ‘Stop talking, then, if I deserve it, and suck my cock.’

  A glint of excitement crossed Tommy’s eyes and then he shut them and leaned forward. He took Dean’s cock in his hand and swiped his tongue over the glans as though he were licking a lollipop.

  ‘Mmm …’ Dean let his jaw hang slack. He’d never forget the sight or sensation of Tommy’s mouth on him this first time. ‘Oh, yeah …’ He upped the pressure on Tommy’s head. He was being greedy, he knew that, but he couldn’t help it. Now that they’d started, he wanted it all.

  Tommy opened wide and took him deep. Oh, so amazingly fucking deep.

  Dean groaned and tensed his buttocks, rising up a little to meet Tommy.

  On and on Tommy went, taking Dean further and further, right to the back of his throat and beyond.

  ‘Oh, God, that’s it … fuck …’ Dean managed. Christ, he’d lucked out. Tommy was fucking awesome at giving head. He could stay like this for ever and die a happy man.

  Tommy pulled up, not seeming to mind that he had to press his crown against Dean’s insistent hand to do so.

  ‘Ah, yeah, I’ll tell the whole fucking world I’m gay if this is my reward,’ Dean muttered, bracing for another ride to the base of Tommy’s throat.

  Tommy delivered, taking him deep and deeper still. He sent his free hand down to play with Dean’s balls, rolling and massaging them.

  Dean groaned and let his head fall back on the sofa. He was gone, lost to it. He allowed the hot, heated suction of Tommy’s expert mouth to transport him to another dimension where only pleasure existed. He had to concentrate on not letting his climax take over but it was simmering, getting ready to go. If he let up that concentration only for a second he’d be a goner, and Tommy would think he had no stamina.

  The heat left his cock, and he opened his eyes.

  ‘Are you going to come? You can, whenever you want.’ Tommy licked his lips. ‘And come in my throat. I want to taste you.’

  ‘Tommy …’ Dean said, panting. He smoothed his hand over his boyfriend’s hair. Yes, he’s my boyfriend. ‘Are you sure?’

  ‘Hell, yeah, it’s what I’ve been waiting for. And there’s no brownie points for stamina here, come when you want to.’

  ‘Oh, God, that was the wrong thing to say.’ Dean trembled; his skin was both hot and cold.

  ‘Or the right thing to say.’ Tommy grinned triumphantly and then opened his mouth again.

  Dean watched as Tommy’s lips stretched around his cock and his cheeks bulged.

  Dean’s balls contracted. He held his breath.

  Tommy ran his finger over the tight pucker of his arsehole.

  ‘Oh, fuck … it’s here.’ Dean curled forward.

  Come blasted up his shaft and flooded Tommy’s mouth. It was agony spun with relief. On and on it came. Tommy took it all, swallowing, the roof of his throat hugging the tip of Dean’s cock.

  Dean groaned and moaned and cried out, not caring how much he showed his immense pleasure of the moment. He squirmed, fisted Tommy’s hair, banged his heels on the floor and curled his toes.

  So good.

  Eventually he stilled, his cock hard and throbbing in Tommy’s mouth.

  Tommy released him and gently rested his softening cock over his pubes. He kissed his way up Dean’s abdomen, spent some time flicking his tongue over his nipples, and then spoke onto his lips. ‘Are you OK?’

  ‘Never fucking better. You give great head, you know that?’

  ‘Well, I do consider it a speciality of mine.’

  Dean chuckled; it turned into a deep belly laugh.

  Tommy laughed with him, their chests touching. ‘What’s so funny?’

  ‘You, having a speciality. It’s not Mastermind, you know.’

  Tommy smiled and kissed him through stretched lips.

  Dean tasted his own come on Tommy’s tongue. It turned him on to know Tommy had taken his pleasure like that. Had done it gladly, willingly, so it seemed. He felt his cock thicken again.

  He should have known once would never be enough. Not when he’d craved being with this man for so long. ‘So now what?’ he asked.

  ‘Nothing. Bed. Sleep. I’ve paid up my side of the deal.’ Tommy shrugged.

  ‘Don’t be ridiculous. We’ve just got started.’ The thought of it ending now was almost painful to Dean. He’d hardly even begun exploring all he wanted to do to Tommy’s delectable body.

  Tommy waggled h
is eyebrows and set his knees either side of Dean’s hips, straddling him so their cocks were once again in alignment.

  ‘Well,’ Dean said, running his hands up Tommy’s chest to his neck and then back down again and checking out the faint lines of his six-pack. ‘I thought maybe you were in need of some relief too.’

  ‘You noticed, huh?’ Tommy glanced at his straining erection.

  ‘Hard not to.’

  ‘Hard is the word.’ Tommy took hold of his cock and rubbed it base to glans, adding a little twist as he reached the top. ‘Oh, yes … some relief would be good.’

  Fuck. Seeing Tommy masturbate like that … it had Dean’s balls tingling again.

  ‘Want me to suck you?’ Dean asked. He hadn’t intended on offering that, but clearly his body liked the sound of it. A fresh glut of blood bloated his cock just at the thought, and it twitched from his pubic hair.

  ‘No.’ Tommy shook his head. ‘Though for the record I’m not in the habit of turning down a blowjob. You know, for future reference.’

  ‘Duly noted.’

  Damn, the way he was working his cock, it was so elegant, so graceful. His slit was widening, his tip becoming a deeper shade of raspberry.

  ‘So what do you want?’ Dean asked. For the first time he felt like he was floundering. Again, had it been a woman he’d have buried balls deep and taken her to Heaven without having to think it through, but this …

  ‘You’re hard again.’ Tommy looked downwards, studying Dean’s cock.

  ‘Yeah, you’re too fucking sexy, I guess.’

  ‘So let me sit on you.’

  ‘What?’

  ‘Hold your cock upright.’ Tommy lifted so his arse was no longer on Dean’s thighs.

  Dean stared at his slender torso, the sparse hair on his legs, and his balls hanging down.

  ‘Your cock. I need it in me,’ Tommy said. ‘Let’s just do this, please, fuck …’ He screwed up his eyes and gritted his teeth.

  ‘Yes, yes …’ Renewed determination washed through Dean. He gripped his cock and worked it to full thickness. Before long it was aching with the need for release again, and the thought of … in Tommy.

  ‘Yeah, that’s it.’ Tommy tore his attention from Dean’s dick and leaned over the back of the sofa to a table pressed against it. On the top sat a basket of odds and ends. He dug around for a moment before producing lube. ‘Here, put some on your knob.’

  Dean took it, basted his fingers in the cool, clear liquid, and then rubbed it on his cock.

  Tommy took the tube, covered his fingertips, and then reached around himself.

  ‘Want me to do that?’ Dean asked, not quite sure what he was offering to do or how he’d do it.

  ‘Nah, I can prep myself quicker.’

  He worked for a second, his face a picture of concentration and his cock bouncing between them.

  Dean took long, slow breaths. This was it, they were going to fuck. He’d thought Tommy would take his arse the first time, but it seemed that wasn’t the way it was going.

  ‘There, that’s it.’ Tommy was breathless. ‘Now it’s time to fuck.’ He set his hands either side of Dean’s head, gripping the sofa and hovering his arse over Dean’s cock. ‘Are you ready?’

  ‘Yeah.’

  ‘Are you sure?’

  ‘Never been surer.’ Dean smiled.

  ‘Thank God you said that because I have no idea how I’d have walked away.’

  ‘You’re not going anywhere.’ Dean held his cock upright with one hand and with the other circled Tommy’s waist. ‘You’re staying here with me. You’re all mine.’

  ‘Say it again.’ Tommy sat lower, so his anus kissed the tip of Dean’s cock.

  ‘You’re mine, you’re all mine, Tommy White.’

  ‘Oh, yeah. I’m yours. Take me.’ He eased down, the centre of his pucker finding purchase. ‘Take me, Dean.’

  ‘I am. I will.’ Dean gritted his teeth. Fuck, Tommy was so small, so tight. It was an impossible fit.

  ‘It’s OK,’ Tommy said, as if sensing Dean’s apprehension. ‘It will fit. You might be big, but I can handle you.’

  ‘Oh, yeah?’ Dean pressed a kiss over his lips and pulled Tommy down onto him. He felt Tommy opening up, his tight ring stretching.

  Tommy groaned, low and guttural. He stopped moving his lips in time with Dean’s as though all his concentration was on his arsehole.

  Dean urged him to sit deeper. The constricting ring hugging his cock was better than any pussy. It was so snug, so hot, so fucking amazing.

  He paused for a moment, in danger of becoming overwhelmed both physically and emotionally.

  ‘You feel incredible,’ Tommy murmured, ‘keep going.’

  ‘You sit. I don’t want to hurt you.’

  Tommy obeyed, sitting until his buttocks once again rested on Dean’s thighs, though this time Dean’s dick was lodged deep within him.

  Dean gripped Tommy’s face, held him steady. ‘Look at me.’

  Tommy opened his eyes. They were slightly misted.

  ‘Does it feel good for you?’

  ‘The best.’ He was breathing fast, his words thready. ‘And you?’

  ‘I feel like I’m part of you, like we’re one person.’

  ‘We are. Now move, fuck me, oh, God, fuck me.’ He shifted, grinding against Dean in a way that made Dean want to come instantly.

  ‘Jesus,’ Dean cried out, gripping Tommy’s face harder. ‘Jesus, I can’t last long.’

  ‘I told you … you don’t have to.’

  They began to move, a crazy gyrating dance that emerged from their hips. Dean moaned. Tommy moaned louder. They stared into each other’s eyes.

  Dean was sure he was seeing Tommy’s soul. The very core of him.

  Heat grew between them. Sex sweat slicked over Dean’s body; his cock was getting ready to erupt.

  ‘Come, come, I’m coming …’ Tommy gasped. A look of extreme concentration washed over his face. ‘I can’t hold … it.’

  ‘Come. Yes …’ Dean thrust harder into him and was rewarded with a rope of come landing on his abdomen. Another followed, and then another. Hot and vital. Dean adored the product of his lover’s pleasure.

  He allowed his own release to burst free and came deep in Tommy. He shook and shuddered, claimed the man he wanted to be with for all time. It felt as though his balls were being sucked into Tommy as well. As though all of him was being dragged into an abyss where only ecstasy existed.

  ‘Dean, oh, Dean … yeah …’ Tommy caught his mouth in a wild kiss.

  Dean let his hips come to rest but stayed buried root deep as they kissed on and on, their tongues tangling. They’d really done it. After all the fantasies, the confessions, the dreams and the talking about it. They’d really gone and fucked, still were.

  ‘How was it?’ Tommy asked, brushing his hands over Dean’s hair to remove it from his damp forehead.

  ‘Do you even need to ask?’

  ‘Yes. Of course.’ Tommy frowned.

  ‘It was perfect. Fucking you is perfect.’

  Tommy smiled. ‘Well, you did come twice.’

  ‘Yeah, that’s pretty impressive, don’t you think?’

  ‘I do.’ Tommy tipped his head. ‘Reckon you’ve got a third in there?’

  ‘Are you kidding? I’ve got a lifetime supply in here for you.’ Dean paused. ‘Might need a cup of tea first, though.’

  Tommy laughed. His movement caused his arsehole to clench around Dean’s root.

  Dean groaned through a grin. ‘Come on.’ He slapped Tommy’s arse, just a playful tap. ‘Put the kettle on.’

  ‘Hey, I’m not your fuck-slave, you know.’

  ‘Mmm, now there’s an idea.’

  Tommy eased himself off Dean.

  Dean felt light and slightly bereft without Tommy on top of him, without being inside him.

  ‘Go and have a shower.’ Tommy nodded at the stairs. ‘I’ll make tea and meet you upstairs.’ He picked up the abandoned lube. ‘We’ve sti
ll got something to see to.’

  ‘Oh.’ Dean frowned.

  ‘Yeah. Next it’s your turn, and I want you bent over the end of the dressing table in Shelly’s room.’ He twirled the lube in his fingers. ‘I want to see your face in the mirror when I put my cock in you for the first time.’

  A thrill went through Dean; it seemed to start in his belly and radiate to every cell in his body.

  The night was young. And they really had just got going. He hoped he could keep up. This energy, this need to keep fucking was new. It was hot, it was horny and it was so delightfully gay. Thank goodness he’d picked this path with Tommy. He got the feeling the future was going to be a whole lot of fun, with a hefty sprinkle of kink and a pile of orgasms.

  Motivation

  Justine Elyot

  It had seemed like a good idea at the time.

  The time was three months earlier, when I’d sat at the kitchen table moaning to Joe about all the extra work the evening at college would entail, and how I didn’t really have time for it.

  ‘But if you want to get to the next level at work, you don’t really have any choice,’ he’d said, quite reasonably. Annoyingly reasonably. ‘And they’re even paying for you to do it. You’d be mad to turn them down.’

  ‘I know,’ I whinged, ‘but I hate writing essays. And I’ll have to write one every fortnight. Three thousand words! It’ll kill me.’

  ‘Of course it won’t. You can do it.’ He turned around from his duties at the frying pan and pointed the spatula sternly at me. ‘There’s no excuse for not trying. I don’t want to be standing here in a year’s time listening to you going on and on about being passed over for promotion again.’

  ‘OK,’ I said meekly. ‘I’ll give it my best shot. But I really do struggle with writing essays. I’m all right once I get started – it just takes so long to get the first paragraph down. And I haven’t written one since I left college.’

  ‘What’s the problem? Procrastination?’

  ‘In a word. Leaving everything to the last minute, then not having enough time to think properly.’

  Joe took this in quietly for a moment or two, nibbling at his lower lip in deep thought. I always found this sexy and I watched the muscles in his cheeks twitch and his eyes drift away from me before they snapped back and he spoke.