by Sean Michael
There were tears now, and Damien shook his head. “I’m so sorry.”
“Shut up.” He stepped in close and pressed his mouth against Damien’s.
Damien pushed a sound into his lips, but he ignored it. James could walk away, but Guard wasn’t letting Dame go. He held on tight, taking the kiss, making Damien focus on it and not on his pain.
Dame breathed in, gasped into his mouth, then let him in. He kept kissing, loving on Damien. At least Damien let him. Damien loved him. He knew it, like he knew he had to breathe.
He shifted them, moved Damien so his lover was up against the wall, their bodies pressed tight together.
“Please.”
Shut up, Damien.
He humped his hips against Damien, the man’s ass hitting the wall. He could taste James on Damien’s lips, warm and spicy. God, he loved them both so much.
Damien wrapped his hand around Guard’s hip, moving him, rocking them together. He kissed Damien harder, adding more force, banging Damien against the wall.
“Fuck me. Please. Please, Guard. Want you.”
“Turn around.” He growled, grabbing Damien’s shirt and turning him. His glib lover, his shattered man.
He tugged Damien’s shorts down, kneed Damien’s legs apart. Damien’s ass pushed back toward him, begging.
He pushed his fingers into Damien’s mouth. “Suck them.”
Those lips wrapped around his fingers, the suction sudden and strong.
“Fuck.” He humped against Damien’s ass, cursing the material of his sleep shorts for being in the way. Damien nodded, sucking his fingers. Yes.
He took it as long as he could, then pulled his fingers out, groaning at the pop.
“If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to beat you.”
He pushed his fingers along Damien’s crack. Dame pushed back against his touch. He found the sweet little hole, pushing his index finger in. Always so tight, so needy, all theirs. He slipped a second finger in with the first, spreading them apart to open Damien up.
“Fuck, yeah. Yeah.”
“Almost there, Dame.” He hoped James could hear them, hoped the man knew what he was missing.
“Good. Need. Now.”
He pulled his fingers out and spat into his other hand, palming himself quickly to slick up his cock. He didn’t even worry about whether Damien was clean. He knew his lover was waiting. He pushed against Damien’s hole, his flesh breaching the tight muscles. Hot, tight, Damien’s body fought him for the briefest minute, then relaxed.
Groaning, he kept pushing in, spreading Damien with his erection. God, Damien’s ass was the sweetest, tightest place on earth. “Yes. Oh, love, yes.” Groaning, he pushed all the way in.
“Love.”
Yeah. Yeah, it always had been. “I know, Dame. Love you. You and James.”
He started sawing his hips back and forth, pushing into Damien over and over.
“Want him back.” Damien was sheer fucking heaven.
“We’ll get him back, babe.” They were wearing James down through sheer willpower and love.
“Promise?”
“I swear it.” They were so close he could taste it. So very close.
“I trust you.” Damien slammed back against him, took him deep.
“Good. Good.” He pushed in, hitting that sweet little gland inside Damien’s body.
“Guard!”
James had to have heard that.
He pumped in again, then again, working Damien’s gland as hard as he could. Damien was wild, humping back, meeting each thrust, crying out for him.
“I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” He kept humping, feeling so damn good. Damien’s hole was like a fist, working his cock.
His and Damien’s moans made beautiful music. He kissed the back of Damien’s neck, the touch gentle compared to the way they slammed together. He loved this man. This man and the one who’d run away from them. They needed to be complete, together. He cried out, hips bucking.
“Come on. Come on, you bastard,” Guard ordered.
Reaching around, he grabbed a hold of Damien’s cock, jacking it furiously. He felt each squeeze around his hard flesh. “Damien.” He jerked his hips twice more and came, pumping into Damien’s body. Heat sprayed over his fingers. He collapsed against Damien’s back, panting, moaning.
“Oh, fuck.” Damien slumped against the wall. He pressed against Damien, holding his lover up. “Still good, us.”
“Yeah. We are.” They’d be even better if James would stop being so damn stubborn.
“We should go. The asshole doesn’t want us here.” There was hurt in Damien’s voice.
“Hush. That’s our lover you’re talking about.”
Damien shook his head. “He doesn’t still love me.”
“He does. He wouldn’t have let you kiss him if he didn’t. It wouldn’t have upset him so much.”
Damien groaned, leaned against him. “So you say, man. I shouldn’t have come back.”
“James waits for you to come back, you know. He cuts off your credit cards so you have to.”
“He’s an asshole.” And Damien loved him.
“But he’s our asshole.” He kissed Damien’s neck and slid out. “Come on. I’ll take you home. We’ve got clients coming in.” He turned Damien around, looked into the man’s eyes. “We’re not letting it end here, though. He let you kiss him. He let you kiss him until you came. We just need to keep at it.”
“Yeah. We’ll see. Whatever. I gotta make sure Mr. Bonart is ready to take care of Mr. Swan.”
“This isn’t over, Dame.” He kissed his lover hard.
He just hoped Damien kept believing.
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About the Author
Often referred to as ‘Space Cowboy’ and ‘Gangsta of Love’ while still striving for the moniker of ‘Maurice’, Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the kama sutra by channeling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to Chicago.
A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys.
Barring any of that? He’ll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.
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Chess: Helpmate
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Chess: Pre-Game
Beer and Clay: Malting
Beer and Clay: Milling
Beer and Clay: Mashing
Beer and Clay: Brewing
Beer and Clay: Fermenting
Stand to Attention: Almost
His Rules: Time Out
What’s his Passion?: Size Matters
What’s his Passion?: Love Matters
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