by Sean Michael
Jason cracked up for real, holding on to the light of his life.
“Love you!” Rook called out.
“I want waffles for breakfast!” Knight replied.
Rook looked at him, eyes bright. “Ooo, Jason, can we?”
“We totally can.” He was best at breakfast. Not to mention Bishop had brought home a waffle iron a couple of months back and the last batch had been restaurant worthy.
Rook managed to somehow bounce while lying in his arms, and called out, “You got it, K—Jason is making us waffles.”
The only answer was Knight and Bishop’s door slamming shut.
Rook nodded and snuggled in closer, all tension from earlier seeming to have dissolved. “It’s going to be all right.”
“I hope so, love.” He really did hope so.
Chapter Two
Giggling. Knight was giggling at Rookie and Jason. Bishop could only describe his lover as giddy. And that giddiness had started before Luke had shown up to put the piercings back in Knight’s nipples, cock and perineum. Well before.
Knight had bought the fucking summer cottage. Though really, there would only be a short time during the winter when the place would be unlivable, unreachable. And Knight had done it without consulting him. It had been presented as a fait accompli. Just like that.
Bishop wasn’t sure what to make of it.
Of course right now, his baby was high on endorphins, the new-old piercings making everything more and Bishop didn’t want to waste a second of that on wondering or discussing or worrying about what anything might mean. He wanted to get down to the business of making Knight soar.
Dropping Knight onto the bed, Bishop grinned down at his cackling lover. “Someone’s pleased with his new jewelry.”
“I am. Bish.” Knight writhed on the mattress. “Come touch me.”
“Always so pushy.” Thank God—it meant Knight was feeling more his old self. And if it took buying a place out in cottage country to do it, so be it. Of course the jewelry in Knight’s holes could also have something to do with things.
Bishop began to strip slowly, undoing buttons and tugging down zips, making Knight watch, instead of making him feel. Knight’s fingers twitched, and Bish knew his lover was itching, wanting to draw him, sketch him. He was Knight’s addiction as much as Knight was his.
Tonight he was going to make love to his baby. The art could wait. Tonight they were going to ride Knight’s endorphins to great orgasms.
“Need you. Fuck, you’re stunning.” Knight moaned for him, wetting those hungry lips. Any moment now Knight was going to start touching himself.
Bishop smiled as he moved. He knew he looked good—he worked hard at it, wanting Knight to always see him that way.
After stepping out of his pants and underwear, Bishop tossed them toward the dirty clothes pile. Almost like clockwork, Knight’s fingers wrapped around his cock, jacking slow and steady.
“I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to be touching yourself.” He was going to have to remember to clean the piercings later tonight. Much later. They had stuff to do first.
“Hmm?” Butter wouldn’t melt in Knight’s mind.
Laughing, he swatted at Knight’s hand, careful not to hit the ring in the tip of the lovely cock. Knight laughed with him and, Christ—that sound made his chest hurt.
Climbing onto the bed, Bishop moved to settle between Knight’s legs. It didn’t take much to bend, to take that laughing mouth in a kiss. Knight reached up, hands wrapping around his shoulders, holding on tight. It went from fun to serious just like that.
It felt like it had been years since he knew he could touch. Really touch. But finally, it felt like Knight was his again, and he could do what he wanted to the skinny body. He could do anything to Knight and it would be okay.
He dragged one hand down along Knight’s side, letting his fingers linger. “You look like fucking mine again.”
“You look like you’re going to eat me alive.” Knight didn’t sound like he was bitching, just the opposite in fact.
“That’s because I am.” And it was about damn time, too.
Bending, he took—no, he devoured—Knight’s mouth. He wanted Knight screaming, wanted Knight lost in everything. In him. He continued to drag his fingers over Knight’s sides, leaving scratches in his wake.
“Fuck!” Knight twisted in his arms, skin slapping against his as Knight bucked up.
Groaning, he rested his body on Knight’s, pushing him into the mattress, stilling the restless, needy movements.
“Heavy bastard.” Knight was laughing at him. Laughing at him!
He sank all his weight down, squashing his lover. “I’ll show you heavy.”
Knight groaned, his tiny nipples hot against Bishop’s chest.
He took another kiss, rubbing their middles together as his hands trailed over Knight, touching and massaging, pushing just a bit too hard. He wanted his lover to be decorated with jewelry and bruises in the morning.
Then he wanted to do it all over again.
Groaning into the kiss, he contemplated using cuffs, maybe a paddle, then he decided that this time, he wanted to use his hands, his fingers, his will. They needed the full body and mind connection. There would always be other days for fun additions.
Knight’s hands were in his hair, tugging, that tongue fucking his lips. He loved it when Knight was willing to show his need, to make himself vulnerable.
Bishop stroked Knight’s nipple, dragging his finger over the tip, nudging it. The ring shifted, making Knight cry out. Oh, he liked that, so he touched again, just a bit harder. It felt so good to hear Knight shout his name. And they’d only just started.
Moving to the other nipple, Bishop gently tugged on the ring this time.
“Fuck.” The single word was bitten out, Knight’s fingers pulling hard on his hair.
“We’re getting to that,” he promised, biting at Knight’s lower lip. “We have time. No hurry. We have all night long.” And tomorrow, and the next night, and for as long as they needed.
He rubbed his nose along Knight’s cheek, tongue flicking out to taste. Knight turned his head, brought their lips together again. Deliberately teasing, Bishop kept the kiss light.
It wasn’t long before Knight’s hands began mapping him, fingertips driving him crazy and making his skin sing. Groaning, he gave in and took the kiss deeper, his tongue pushing eagerly into Knight’s mouth.
His hips drove against Knight and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold on. He surged up, wanting to fuck Knight’s lips, wanting to come so he could focus on making Knight scream.
He pressed his cock against Knight’s lips, his lover opening right up for him and letting him in.
“Need to come, baby, then we’ll play.” Having the rings back in had ramped him up, but mostly it was Knight’s happiness that was making him eager and horny.
Knight nodded around the tip of his cock and Bishop pushed it deeper, taking Knight’s hot mouth. Closing his eyes, he focused on the heat, the sucking pressure. Rocking, he shoved into Knight’s mouth, tip hitting the back of his lover’s throat. Knight swallowed, over and over, pulling at his erection.
“Fucking love your mouth, baby.”
Knight’s hands slid up his thighs in response to his words, caressing him. Humming, he rocked harder, pushed deeper and deeper into Knight’s throat. He was on the edge.
Knight pulled him in, swallowing over and over, deep throating him.
“Fuck!” That was all she wrote and Bishop came in long pulses. His lover didn’t lose a drop, mouth working him, fucking adoring him.
He kept moving for a few strokes, slipping in and out of Knight’s mouth until he became too sensitive.
“Mmm. My Mouse.” Knight looked smug.
“My baby,” he countered. And now that he’d come, he could spend the whole night making his lover crazy without distractions. Knight wouldn’t look anything but exhausted and well-fucked by morning.
“Your
s.” Knight leaned up and kissed his belly.
“Yeah. My beautiful, decorated man. You’re just missing a few marks.” Bishop had plans to fix that, though.
Shifting, he moved back down to straddle Knight’s belly so he could take a kiss. He cupped Knight’s skull, tilted his lover’s head and slammed their mouths together. Fucking those thin lips, he took control of the kiss and didn’t let go.
Soft sounds began to fill the air, Knight making his need known. Bishop grabbed hold of Knight’s hip, fingers digging into his lover’s flesh. He was going to paint his artist, leave bruises that Knight would notice for days. Growling softly, he bit at Knight’s lower lip, wanting it swollen and red, too.
“Toothy.” Knight reached for him and grabbed his arms.
Like that was going to stop him. Like anything was.
“You fucking love it.” Bishop knew what was what.
“Fucking love you, old man.”
Bishop stopped, touched Knight’s cheek. “I know.”
“Good.” God, Knight was lit up from the inside.
Bishop pressed harder against Knight’s cheek with his thumb. Knight groaned, lips parting on a moan, and Bishop bit that lower lip again. Those sounds made him crazy. Now he wanted Knight crazy. He twisted Knight’s left nipple ring, loving that the holes had already been there, that these weren’t new and he could play.
“Aches.” Knight arched underneath him, like he was pulling them together by touching the little rings.
“Uh-huh.” He twisted the ring harder.
“Jesus. Bish. Mouse. Fuck.” Damn, listen to Knight blather.
“Mmmhmm. Got your attention now.”
“Uh-huh.” Those hungry eyes were on him, fastened. Focused.
Bishop pressed into the flesh of Knight’s chest, right next to his nipple. Knight’s response was a deep, low groan. He twisted his finger so the nail dug in.
“Bish…” Knight turned his head and bit Bishop’s earlobe.
Jerking, Bishop pushed harder with his nail.
A soft, keening noise hit his ears, buzzed inside him—Knight. Groaning, he nodded, gave Knight a wicked grin.
“You’re evil. Pure evil.” Knight didn’t look too worried about it.
He couldn’t stop beaming. “Yep, that’s me. Evil Mouse.”
That got him another nod.
Laughing with pure joy, he scraped his fingers along Knight’s chest. His artist was burning for him, moaning for him. He rubbed one nipple then scraped along the left side of Knight’s body. Arching and rocking, Knight moaned again. He moved down Knight’s legs and licked at the scratches he’d left on his lover’s chest.
“Stings. Oh, fuck, Mouse.”
“Uh-huh. Trying to make you crazy, Knight. Want you to scream for me.” He wanted that all night long, until the sun came up.
“Please.” Knight gave him a grin, wild and wicked. “Make me beg.”
He threw his head back and laughed again. Fuck, this was fun. “I will, baby. I promise.”
He took Knight’s hands and raised them up, wrapping Knight’s fingers around the headboard. “Leave them there, baby.”
“For a little while.” Stubborn butthead.
Bishop wasn’t letting Knight get away with that. “No. Until I say so.”
Knight chuckled, but those hands stayed wrapped around the headboard.
Bishop smiled. “Good boy.”
“Nothing boyish about me, Mouse.” Knight licked his lips, staring up at Bishop.
“No. No, probably not.” He winked.
They laughed together again and Bish reached out, touched the tip of one of those hard nips, not touching the ring, just Knight’s flesh, stroking it in a lazy circle. “I can do this all night long, you know.”
“They ache.” That wasn’t a complaint.
“I know.”
“I painted, Bish, and it was real. It was right.”
That made him smile, because Knight had been painting for a while now, but finally his lover was believing it, feeling it in his soul. Something in his head had clicked for Knight.
“Tonight’s not about painting, though, baby. Tonight is about us.”
Tonight was about heat.
Leaning in, Bishop bit Knight’s shoulder. He dug his teeth in, and he knew it had to burn, and Knight needed it. He knew that too. When he was done, his teeth marks were left there—deep, red marks. He licked at that, keeping the burn going.
“Going to leave marks,” Knight pointed out.
God, yes. All over. Every fucking inch. “And I’m going to let Rookie play dot-to-dot with them tomorrow.”
“Nonsense.” That made his Knight cackle, though, the laughter ringing out. Fuck, it was a beautiful sound.
He looked at Knight, making plans for optimal placement. “I’ll make sure to bruise you so the dot-to-dot makes pretty pictures.”
Knight swatted his shoulder and he growled. “Hands up.” He glared until Knight did as he was told. “I’m going to leave you with enough marks—I don’t think you want to add punishments to the mix.”
“You don’t?” Knight wriggled, his cock bouncing. He was holding onto the headboard, though, holding on tightly.
Bishop laughed. “Of course, if that’s what you want, baby, that’s what you’ll have.” He slapped that bouncing cock.
“Hey. Careful.” Knight grunted, tongue licking those needy lips.
“Careful is not the name of this game, baby.” He swatted Knight’s cock again.
Knight turned over, hiding that pretty cock from him but giving him that amazing ass instead.
“So pale,” Bishop noted. “That’s just wrong, isn’t it?”
“Wrong?” That pretty butt pushed up toward him.
“Yes.” In Bishop’s opinion, Knight’s ass looked best when it was red, when it wore the evidence of his hand.
He smacked Knight experimentally. The little swat wasn’t enough to hurt, just to sting, and his lover hummed happily. Beautiful little slut. Bishop smacked that sweet rump a few more times.
God, he loved this man.
Knight started moving back toward his hand for every swat. “Feels good, Bish. Just like that.”
He had to laugh. “You are the pushiest fucking bottom I know.”
“I’m a bottom? Me?”
Oh, the butthead. He could almost see the fake flutter of lashes in Knight’s voice.
Bishop smacked Knight considerably harder with his next swat and it earned him a happy sound from Knight, a low, needy cry.
“Good job.” Bishop hit Knight’s rear again.
That pale ass became pink, just from the few swats he’d offered. More now that he was hitting a little harder. Bishop smacked again, watching as the imprint of his hand went white then began to pinken once more and each blow seemed to relax his lover down to the bone.
Bishop laid down a single swat on Knight’s other ass cheek, watching his same white handprint slowly fill with color.
“Bish. Bish.” Knight sang his name like it was a hymn.
“Right here, baby.” He landed a couple more swats, keeping it lazy, easy for now.
Hmm. Maybe a plug. Something fat and wicked that would make his Knight crazy… He’d been thinking he’d just use his body this time around, but really, he only had two hands, one cock and Knight needed so damn much.
Grinning, he swatted Knight again. “You feeling your size queen tonight, baby?”
“Hmm?” Knight stretched, the motion lazy, sensual.
“Gonna plug you up.” He gave Knight’s ass a few more swats, eager to leave it rosy.
“Mmm. After you fuck me?”
“Oh-ho, the pushy bottom just keeps getting pushier.” It was one of his favorite things about Knight.
Knight shook his head. “Nope. I told you. I’m a big bad toppy type. You weren’t listening.”
“That’s because I was listening to your body instead of your words, baby.”
“Oh, it lies.”
Bishop laughe
d hard enough he wound up lying on the bed next to Knight. His lover snuggled right in, cock full against his hip, fingers touching him, tracing his ribs.
“Love you, baby,” Bishop told Knight, giving his lover a tight, one-armed hug.
“Love.” Knight kissed his cheek, one of those repierced nipples burning against his biceps.
It was hard to focus with Knight distracting him, but he had plans for his lover and he needed to get to them before they melted away. “So, plug after I’ve fucked you through the mattress. Something to keep my seed inside you.”
Nodding, Knight placed a kiss on his chest, right next to his nipple. “Mmmhmm. Something delicious and naughty.”
“Something big and fat.” He knew what Knight needed.
Knight groaned and the lean body jerked against him.
Bishop went on. “Something you won’t forget for even a second is inside you, filling you up. Changing the way you move, the way you walk.”
He could make Knight wear it all night, until tomorrow. Watch him walk to the dining room, ass swinging back and forth. Rookie would just pounce the minute he saw Knight take a step.
“You have an evil smile on.” Knight traced his lips.
“I do. I’m thinking evil thoughts.”
“About me?” That hand slipped downward, heading to tease one of Bishop’s nipples.
“I save all my evil thoughts for you.” He did. He loved Rook and Jason, but Knight needed him, needed the wicked side of his brain more than anyone he knew.
“I’m one lucky bastard.” Humming, Knight pinched his nipple, tugged on it nice and slow.
“Uh-huh.” Retaliating, Bishop flicked Knight’s right nipple ring.
Knight’s fingers tightened in response. Growling a little, Bishop grabbed hold of the nipple ring and tugged, then pulled even harder on it.
“Uhn.” Knight’s lips parted, his back arching.
“I’m doing you, remember?” Sometimes he had to remind Knight who was boss.
“Uh-huh…” Knight’s moan was like music.
Pushing Knight onto his back and following, Bishop took a kiss, sliding his tongue through Knight’s mouth. As he moved, he fitted himself in between Knight’s legs, his hips rolling and rocking against Knight’s body.
They were the perfect match, meeting in mind and body.
