Drawn: A Hammer Novel

by Sean Michael

  He didn’t hurt, didn’t bite. He licked and sucked, kissed. Caressed. Giles moaned for him, shivering, so his fingers danced over Giles’ thighs, came close to his prick but didn’t touch it. He drew tiny, careful circles around Giles’ hip bones. He blew against one wet nipple and then the other.

  Giles’ entire body rippled, sweet body arching slowly. In reward, he brushed his fingers across Giles’ prick. He kept the touch incredibly light, kept the sensation going, pressed a kiss on Giles’ lips. Giles hummed, opened, the act easy, offered freely.

  This was going to be about pleasure, about how good they were, how much pleasure and rightness the touching gave them.

  His tongue slipped into Giles’ mouth, his fingers still teasing the long cock, and soft sounds poured into him, sweet and real, Giles melting into the sheet. He rubbed his thumb across Giles’ tip, back and forth. His beautiful lover. He moaned, his own emotion too big to hold in.

  “Love you, Giles. With everything I am.”

  “Love. It’s better here.”

  That made him smile. “Better than where?”

  “Anywhere.”

  “Mmm. I think so, too.”

  “You like your painting?”

  Red and wild, perfect. Desperate. He’d treasure it the rest of his life. It was a record of their beginning. “I love my painting. It’s us.”

  “Yes. It’s not ugliness.”

  “There’s nothing ugly about any of those paintings. I think the ugliness lives inside the critics. And did you hear me? They’re selling.”

  Giles met his eyes. “It’s me. Everyone says ‘oh, it’s the work they’re criticizing,’ but that’s not true.”

  That made perfect sense. “You can’t live your life based on what a bunch of talentless assholes say about you or your work.”

  “Sure I can. It’s who I am.”

  “No, it’s not.” He grabbed Giles’ cock and squeezed it. “This is who you are. What you and I have between us.”

  “No, this is who we are.”

  He smiled and nodded, then he brought their mouths together for another kiss. Giles kissed him back, tongue fucking his lips. His hand slipped down to cup the man’s balls, rolling them. One leg drew up, and he tapped the hidden barbell, nudged it. He moved his fingers beyond and rubbed against Giles’ hole.

  Giles spread wider, let him in.

  He pushed the tip of his finger in, stretching Giles’ hole. Soft and hot, the tiny ring of muscles wrapped around his touch, and he groaned, wriggled his finger. Then he added a second finger, teasing, tugging.

  He grabbed the lube and slicked up his fingers, pushing them in deeper as the low moan filled the air. He spread his fingers, teasing, taunting, searching out Giles’ gland.

  “More. Please, Harrison.”

  “Needy man.

  “I can’t help it. It’s your fault.”

  “I’ll take the blame for that any day.”

  “Please, Harrison. Touch me. More.”

  “I will.” He pressed another finger in, moving them slowly now.

  He watched Giles’ body move in time with his fingers, the man right with him, belly taut, flushed, lips open. He bent and took the right nipple in his mouth, tugging on it as his fingers found Giles’ gland again. He added more lube, slicking that tight hole as Giles groaned. He pressed in an extra finger, curling them all together and pushing in.

  “Harrison...” Giles was lost, moaning, shifting slowly with his touch.

  He twisted his fingers, pushed them against that sweet gland. He was going to hold Giles close, let his G know what stretching was. In and out, spread and close. The tiny little ring of muscle spread, tightened, spread again. He pushed his fingers in and out, added more lube and repeated it. He could see the bliss on Giles’ face, see the easy, needy way the man accepted him.

  “More now,” he told Giles, as he slicked up his thumb, his hand.

  “More...” Giles’ knee bent for him.

  God. Look at that.

  “Yeah. More. Fuck, G. You’re amazing.” He tucked his thumb into his palm and began to push back into the hot little hole.

  “Yours.”

  Yes. Yes, his. He nodded, kept pushing, Giles’ body swallowing up his hand like it belonged there.

  Giles moaned, arching the slightest bit as the widest part of his hand pushed in.

  “Fuck. Amazing.”

  “Please.” Giles’ tongue slipped out, wetting the parted lips.

  “I’ve got you, G. I so have you.” Giles’ body closed around his hand and he panted, that sweet little hole clamped down tight around his wrist.

  Giles nodded, fingers gripping the tie. “Don’t let me go, love.”

  “Never letting you go. Never.” He slowly made a fist of his hand.

  A deep sound tore out of Giles, heat pouring from his G.

  “Mmm. Look at that. Smell that.”

  Giles’ cock never flagged, stayed hard, red-tipped, needy. He let Giles catch his breath for half a moment, and then began moving his fist again. He could feel every breath Giles took around him. He’d never felt anything like this. Never.

  He rested his free hand on Giles’ stomach, moving slowly over the flat belly.

  “Mine. Mine.”

  Giles nodded, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes.

  “Love you, G. So much.” He held Giles’ gaze.

  Giles nodded, lips opening, closing, over and over. He leaned up carefully and covered Giles’ lips with his own. That’s when Giles breathed for him, moaned into his lips. He swallowed the breath, the sound, taking Giles right in. His fucking breath was flavored with this man, his brilliant, wild, beautiful lover.

  He kept his hand moving, pushing over Giles’ gland. When Giles came again, it was quiet, almost silent, with come leaking from the long cock.

  Harrison’s hand was beginning to ache from the tight grip Giles’ body had on it, so he added more lube around his wrist, the heat where Giles’ hold closed around him just incredible.

  “Keep me.”

  “I am. And I’ll tell you as often as you need to hear it. It doesn’t matter how much you push or scream or tell me to go away. I’m keeping you.”

  Giles nodded, moaned for him.

  “My hand is inside you, Giles. You’ll never be able to get rid of me now.”

  “Swear it?”

  “I swear it, Giles.” He pushed his hand deeper again, reminding Giles exactly how he was holding his lover. Giles answer was a full-body shudder, a deep cry. “That’s right. Anytime you wonder, remember this.”

  “Remember. Oh, God. Help me.”

  “Help you what, G?” He pushed his fist forward again, then back.

  “I don’t know. I don’t know. I only know you’re the only one who can.”

  “That’s because you were made for me and I was made for you.” He kept moving his hand.

  “Yes.” Giles nodded and Harrison wanted to scream with pure, unadulterated joy.

  “Yes!” He moved his hand faster, and Giles arched, face going a dark red. “Mine. You’re mine.”

  Giles only nodded, face a study in passion. Harrison stretched his hand open and then curled it up into a fist again.

  “Love.” Another weak orgasm rocked Giles, the long body going limp. His Giles was fucking amazing.

  He rubbed the come into Giles’ belly with one hand and slowly began to work out the one buried inside Giles’ body. Giles moaned softly when his hand left, cock bobbing weakly. Bending, Harrison kissed Giles’ hole, then his balls, his cock.

  His lover was gone -- melted, boneless, all for him.

  He reached up and undid the tie holding Giles’ hands over his head, then Harrison wrapped himself around Giles, settling them together. Giles pressed close, arms and legs wrapping around him, holding on.<
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  “I’ve got you,” he told Giles.

  He did.

  ***

  Giles woke up, blinked at the clock, at Harrison, then slept. Then he did it again. And again. And again.

  At some point he must have wandered into the bathroom, because he woke up in Harrison’s arms, floating in the huge bathtub. The water was warm and there were bubbles. Bubbles. He laughed softly, popped one. The whole world smelled like strawberries.

  “Mmm. You’re awake.” Harrison’s hand slid down his front to his belly.

  “Mmmhmm. I’m sorry, I was so tired.” He lifted his face, kissed Harrison’s jaw. His world felt soft, padded almost, like he was in a perfect bubble.

  “No need to apologize. You don’t sleep enough as a rule.”

  Giles rested against his lover, legs floating, body relaxed. “Has it been long?” Last thing he remembered, it had been Saturday morning.

  “Two days. You needed the sleep.”

  “Two days? Wow.” He smiled, fingers sliding over Harrison’s belly. “Am I okay?”

  “Well, I imagine that you’re pretty hungry, but yeah, you’re okay. More than okay.”

  “Good.” He’d never felt like this before. Ever.

  “It is good, isn’t it?”

  “Yes. Thank you.” His fingers tangled in the heavy mass of curls above Harrison’s cock, just playing lightly.

  “This is what it’s all about, G. All about this feeling.”

  “Hmm? It what?”

  Harrison petted his hair, his shoulder, the touch easy. “The lifestyle you think is a game is all about finding this place where there’s pleasure and peace and goodness.”

  That was a lot of words in a row. “I like this.”

  “Yeah, me, too.”

  “Can I stay?” He didn’t want to be alone right now.

  “You’re staying.” Harrison sounded very sure.

  “Okay. Thank you.” He cupped Harrison’s balls, touching so carefully. God, the man was stunning. Solid and strong, sensual, male.

  Harrison’s legs spread for him.

  “Mmm.” He kept resting, stayed close, fingers sliding up and down the thick shaft now.

  Harrison groaned, hips twitching, pushing into his touch.

  “You feel so good.” He could touch forever.

  “I think that’s my line at the moment.”

  He smiled, fingers teasing the head, learning each little ridge.

  “Great touch. Amazing hands.”

  Giles hummed his appreciation, then kept touching, exploring each and every inch of that cock. Harrison’s fingers slid along his belly, up to his nipple rings to tug and play with them. The sensation was deep, peaceful somehow. Just right.

  “Come here,” muttered Harrison, free hand wrapping around his head and tilting it so they could kiss. Giles ended up in Harrison’s lap, belly to belly, tongues sliding together.

  “Yum. Perfect.” Harrison’s hands slid down to his ass, holding him lightly.

  “Hey.” He took one kiss after another.

  Harrison squeezed his ass, fingers sliding along his crack. His ass was still tender, but not sore. Their tongues tangled together, Harrison moaned, pushing into his hand. He teased the slit, careful, gentle, not wanting to sting. Harrison’s hips pushed up into his hand again, bouncing him up out of the water a little.

  “You’re so hard.” He rubbed again.

  “You do that to me.”

  “Good. I want you to need me.”

  Harrison’s hands came up to cup his face. “I do, G. This is symbiotic, this thing between us.”

  “I love that word.” Symbiotic.

  “Thing?” He could see the twinkle in Harrison’s eyes.

  He snorted and pinched the tip of Harrison’s cock, gently. “Nope, between.”

  Harrison jerked as he pinched, then threw his head back and laughed. Giles leaned in and kissed Harrison’s throat, nibbling lightly. That earned him a soft moan, Harrison’s throat vibrating beneath his lips. Giles explored the tanned skin, lips sliding over the stubble, teasing and testing and tasting. Harrison moved with him, offering kisses and moans and touches in return.

  His hands kept sliding over his lover’s cock, adoring it, making Harrison feel.

  “Gonna make me come.” He didn’t think it was a complaint.

  “Good.” He kissed Harrison’s collarbone.

  Harrison chuckled, though the sound was husky, thick with arousal. He bit down, letting his teeth sting the littlest bit. Harrison jerked, eyes widening a little in surprise. Then he got a grin and Harrison pushed up hard into his hand.

  “Mine.” He bit down again.

  “You’ve got that right,” growled Harrison.

  It made him feel powerful, strong as he licked and touched and bit. One of Harrison’s hands landed behind his head, keeping their mouths together as the kisses grew heat. Their tongues fought, the pleasure between them getting fiercer.

  Harrison began to hump up into his hand, each thrust pushing him up out of the water, so he squeezed and pulled, focusing on the pleasure in his lover’s eyes.

  “G...” The way Harrison said it, it sounded about four syllables long -- drawn out and sexy.

  “Come on. You need.”

  “Need you.”

  Giles nodded. He was right there. Harrison smiled and heat spilled out over his hand, hot even compared to the tub water. Giles gentled his touch, leaned in to kiss Harrison. Harrison kissed him back, sucking on his tongue.

  They floated together, humming and kissing and tasting.

  “It’s a good place, G. This is where I’ll take you. Whenever you need it.”

  “The tub?”

  A low chuckle answered him. “No, G. I mean mentally, physically. This good feeling.”

  “Oh.” He wasn’t sure he believed Harrison, but it didn’t matter. He had it now.

  Harrison laughed softly. “You don’t believe me.” His nose was kissed. “It’s true, though. Whether you believe or not.”

  “You don’t know what I’m thinking.” Did he?

  “I can see it in your eyes, G.”

  The words made him smile, the thought comforting. Harrison tugged him into another kiss. That made him smile even more.

  ***

  Harrison hummed as he put together some sandwiches and a quick salad, setting the plates on a tray to take in to Giles. The man had finally found his subspace and they’d had a glorious day together. He added two bottles of water to the tray and grabbed it, heading back down the hall, naked and easy in his skin.

  Giles was curled up in his bed, pretending to watch TV while he dozed. It made Harrison smile to see Giles still relaxed, catching up on his eating and his sleeping.

  He set the tray on his nightstand and crawled into bed with his lover.

  “Mmm. Love.” Giles turned to him, smiled and cuddled close.

  He kissed the top of Giles’ head. “My G. I made lunch.”

  “You did?” Lovely eyes met his, relaxed and happy. He wondered if anyone had ever seen this but him. “Thank you.”

  “You’re very welcome.” He brought the tray over and put it over his own legs. “There’s sandwiches, salads, and water. Nothing fancy.”

  Giles grabbed a sandwich half and offered it to him. Smiling, he accepted and started eating. Giles took the salad, nibbling away, humming deep in his chest.

  “It’s a raspberry vinaigrette.” And he’d bought it because it was reddish -- he’d noticed Giles had a real affinity for red.

  “It’s a fabulous color.” Giles let it drip down his fingers, watching it fall.

  “I had a feeling you’d think so. It’s supposed to go in your mouth, though.” He gave Giles a wink.

  Giles licked his finger clean. “Picky, picky.”

 
“Nah, it just tastes better than it looks on the covers.” He leaned in and helped clean those lovely fingers. Giles laughed for him, tongue slipping against his, and he hummed and sucked on Giles’ tongue. Giles shifted, almost upending the food, which would be a shame, so Harrison backed off.

  “Keep eating, G.”

  Giles nibbled on sandwiches, ate most of the salad. Harrison ate as well, smiling, happy.

  “Thanks for... lunch?”

  “You’re welcome. I like seeing you eat.”

  Giles grinned. “I eat like everyone else.”

  He snorted. “If everyone else is a mouse.”

  “Eek eek.” Giles stuck his tongue out. That had him laughing and he grabbed Giles, tugging him in close. Loose and laughing, happy and at ease -- Giles was addictive like this. He took a kiss, tasting the flavors of their lunch along with his favorite flavor of all -- Giles himself.

  “Love you, hmm?” Giles rubbed their noses together.

  He nodded, smiled, warm all the way through. “I know. I love you, too.”

  “Good.”

  “Mmm, yeah, it is.” He ran his fingers through Giles’ hair.

  Giles’ eyes crossed a little bit. “Mmm. You’re making it hard to go back to my real life.”

  “This is your real life.”

  “No. This here... it’s magic.”

  Yes. He nodded. “And it’s ours.”

  “Yeah. This, right now, it gets to be ours.”

  No. He popped the end of Giles’ nose with one finger. “It gets to be ours forever, G.”

  “Do you believe in forever?”

  “I could with you.”

  Giles settled, cheek on his shoulder, quiet.

  “See? You fit perfectly.”

  One of Giles’ hands cupped his cock.

  “Absolutely perfectly.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Three days into what Giles was considering his vacation, Harrison decided they were going to some club. It was okay, really, although Giles was perfectly happy hiding out and relaxing, not dealing with people.

  “Welcome back to the Hammer, G.”

  He hummed, nodded. The place was classy, he’d give Harrison that. They followed a little twinky guy to a table, and Harrison pulled out a chair for him.