by Sean Michael
“So why did you say yes to me tonight?”
Luke had no idea. None. “I just did.”
“I’m glad.” Temple kissed the top of his head, fingers stroking his belly.
“Me too.” He was. Honestly.
“Then it’s all good.”
Temple grabbed the soap and began to rub it over him. All good. Every inch of him was touched, washed, caressed. His cock actually tried to come back to life. He was amazed at himself. Three times? Him? In a night? No way.
“What’s wrong, darling?”
“Nothing, I’m fine.”
“You just shaking your head for fun?”
He chuckled. “I’m just out of my league, a little.”
“Oh, darling, I don’t think so at all. I think you’re trading down with me. You are…beautiful.”
“Pretty. I hear that a lot.”
“No, pretty is too pedestrian. You are beautiful.”
Luke’s cheeks heated and he ducked his head.
“It’s the truth.” Temple rubbed his nipples.
He arched a little, back leaning hard.
Temple tugged some more, twisted the rings. “Fuck, it’s sexy the way these little bits of flesh and metal make you squirm.”
“Me?” His ass rocked against Temple, even when he told it to stop.
“No, the guy next door.” Temple chuckled, tugged on them again.
“I can’t imagine Donny squirming, man.” Oh, that was nice.
“Who?”
“My partner, next door.”
“Oh. Right.” Temple chuckled, and went back to playing with the rings. “I don’t want you to imagine any other man but me.”
“Right now I can’t think of anything but you.”
“Good answer.” Temple nibbled on his shoulder, mostly with his lips.
“Just the truth.” Now he was being silly.
“It’s a good truth.” Biting down on his shoulders, Temple pinched his nipples.
“Oh.” Luke curled up, his belly tightening.
“Yeah. Oh.” Temple did it again and his cock was definitely hard now.
Luke’s body was responding, burning, so awake and hungry. This was dangerous. He could feel an answering burn from Temple, the man’s cock pressed hard against his ass. He didn’t know what to do—whether to rub or pull away. Tugging him back, Temple made the choice for him.
His ass clenched, grabbed Temple’s cock. Groaning, Temple humped against him.
“Sorry. Sorry.” He moaned low, shivered.
“God, don’t apologize for making me need.”
“Okay. Then I’m not sorry.” He was trying to keep it light, easy.
God, he could become addicted to the sound of Temple’s laughter. Could you get addicted to a sound?
When the water cooled, they added more, keeping it warm and easy, lazy.
Temple’s erection never went down, staying hard against his ass. Hell, his own cock was still hard somehow. He wasn’t sure what the hell was going on in his head, but he’d take it.
“You ever made love, Luke?”
He nodded, shook his head, not sure what to say. “I’m not into that.”
“No? Why not?”
“Just not.” He wasn’t comfortable talking about it. Not right now.
“Okay, darling. There’s so much other stuff we can do. Penetration isn’t an issue.”
The growing tension in his spine eased at Temple’s words. “Cool.”
“I just want to make you feel good, Luke. Share the vibe between us.”
“I like the vibe so far.”
“Yeah, me too. I’m glad I turned right onto the street your shop is on. It would have sucked if I’d gone left.”
“It would. I mean, of all the tattoo shops in all the world…”
“I was meant to walk into yours.” Temple began nibbling on his earlobe.
“Oh.” Oh, that tingled.
“God, you’re so sensual. How could you stand being celibate?”
“I had a bad experience.”
“Oh, darling, I’m sorry.” Temple squeezed him tight.
“Don’t be. It was a long time ago.”
“But you’re letting it affect you still.”
He shrugged. Some things lasted a long time.
Temple went back to nibbling on his earlobe. “If you want to talk about it, I’m a good listener. If not, I’m happy to just make you feel good.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“We don’t have to talk about it, darling.”
“No one calls me pet names.” No one.
“If you don’t like me calling you ‘darling’ I can stop. It just feels right, you know?”
“I wasn’t complaining.” He thought he liked it.
“Well then, I’ll keep doing it.”
Temple’s hands were wandering again, turning him on as they moved aimlessly over his body. He found himself moving into the touches, encouraging the way Temple touched his piercings.
“Such a sensual man. I love the way your piercings feel under my fingers. Love what they do to you when I touch them even better.”
“You make them ache, so good.”
“They’re so much fun to play with.” Temple shifted his apadravya back and forth.
The barbell was long enough to shift, slide through his skin. The sensation felt like dozens of little shocks, zipping along his cock.
“This is so sexy. I’ve never known a man with a decorated cock.”
“It was a rush. It feels so good now. I play with it a lot.”
“Does it feel the same—having me play with it versus you playing with it yourself?” Temple kept playing with it.
“No. No, I know exactly how to make it get me off, fast. This is better.”
“Yeah? Cool.” Temple kept playing, exploring every way he could make the metal move.
Some of the touches made Luke jerk, his entire body tightening. Temple went back to those movements, making him shake over and over. His toes curled, the water splashing.
“I could play with your jewelry all night long.”
“Good thing they’re all healed.”
“It must have been hard, not touching them when you first got them.”
He chuckled wryly. “Easier than you think. They were sore.”
“Ow.” Temple chuckled, pulling his crotch away from Luke’s ass for a moment.
“The nipples weren’t sore for long, though.” They’d healed well.
“Lucky for you.” Temple’s fingers came back to them, plucking.
“Uh. Uh-huh.” His teeth clicked together.
He’d been hard pretty much all evening, but as Temple kept tugging on his nipples and their rings, his balls pulled up tight against his body. It was impossible, and yet there he was, hard, needy, wanton.
“Jesus. Please, man. I’m…” Flying. He was flying.
One of Temple’s hands wrapped around his cock, jacking him now while Temple’s other hand kept playing with his nipples. He closed his eyes and rocked, moving faster, ass sliding through the water.
“Such a stud,” murmured Temple, licking at his neck, all the way up to his earlobe.
“Gonna.” Again. Again.
“Uh-huh. I want to watch your face as you come.”
Luke’s breath caught in his chest, his heartbeat zipping. Temple tugged on the metal piercing the head of his cock on the upstroke.
Spunk sprayed from his cock, a low whine tearing from him.
“Mmm. Look at you. So sexy.”
He felt like his bones were melted.
Temple cradled him, began rocking against him, the thick cock sliding against the small of his back. He pressed back, trying to help, to make it better. Gasping, Temple grabbed his hips and tugged him back even harder.
He refused to freak out, just let Temple feel. The thick heat wasn’t near his hole after all.
The long cock slid along his back, and Temple cried out and froze, heat spraying up over Luke’s back before the b
ath water diluted it.
Oh. Oh, damn. What a night. What a strange, amazing night.
“We should get out before we become entirely waterlogged,” Temple suggested.
“Yeah. Yeah, would… I don’t know how this works. Would you like to stay?”
“I would love to stay and hold you all through the night.”
“Oh. Oh, cool. I just… Cool.” If Temple was an ax murderer, the orgasms may have been worth it.
Temple grabbed one of the towels that had been put out and wrapped it around his shoulders. Luke did the same, helping Temple dry off, touching gently as he dried. Temple moaned for him, the long body fit, not an ounce of fat on the man.
Reaching out, Luke trailed his fingers over the long line of ribs. Humming, Temple stretched his arms up over his head. That was pretty as hell and Luke traced one muscle after another.
“You like what you see?” Temple asked, flexing slightly.
“God, yes. You’re…” Ripped and unique, fine and blisteringly hot. “Fine.”
“Thank you.” Temple rolled his torso from side to side, muscles rippling and shifting beneath his skin.
“Come to bed?” Luke asked.
“Oh yes.”
Temple took his hand, let him lead the way. He left the music playing in the bathroom, just for noise.
They settled together on the bed, all of Temple’s long limbs tangling with his. God, he’d never slept with someone naked. It was amazing.
“Thank you,” Temple said softly.
“What for?”
“Inviting me into your life. Sharing orgasms with me.”
“Oh. You’re welcome.”
Temple brought their mouths together, kissing him slowly before settling with him.
He pulled the covers over them, listening to the music and to the sound of Temple breathing as he fell asleep.
His own eyes eventually closed, sleep stealing him.
Chapter Two
Temple woke up slowly, warm and comfy—his bed was soft tonight. And he wasn’t alone. Temple couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept with someone. Being on the road wasn’t conducive to it.
Luke was still, quiet, breathing easy. The man was stunning, dark hair spread out on the pillow, hands folded over his chest. Luke’s piercings drew his gaze, then his fingers. He found himself touching them again as Luke slept.
The double piercings in each nipple fascinated him. He checked them out closely, then moved the larger back rings. They made the rings in front shift and Luke’s whole nipple tighten. Nice. Temple bounced the pad of his index fingers off the very tip of those hard little nips. Luke’s entire body shivered, the man arching for him.
Temple knew a lot of folks had sensitive nipples, but Luke’s had to be the most sensitive he’d ever experienced. It was fascinating.
How anyone could spend a decade ignoring his need blew Temple’s mind.
He supposed he ought to get up and do his yoga, his Tai Chi. He wanted to stay here and meditate on Luke instead. That worked, didn’t it? Long thoughts on this beautiful man? Yeah, that would work just fine.
Temple took long, slow breaths, fingers sliding just above Luke’s skin in long strokes. What made a man pierce himself? Pierce others? Was it a sexual act, pushing through skin? Did Luke get turned on when he pierced others? When he was pierced himself? Temple wanted to know everything.
He’d never felt quite so fascinated by a man. It wasn’t unheard of at all for him to fall in love—with an idea, a person, a thought—but this was different. This was something deep inside him.
On impulse, he leaned in and swiped his tongue through Luke’s navel.
Luke’s eyes flew open, hands landing on his scalp. “Hey!”
Chuckling, he did it again, tongue moving more slowly this time. Luke’s skin fascinated him, with the patterns, the way the soft curls pushed through the ink.
“Tell me about your tree.” He traced the tattoo with his fingertips.
“Donny designed it. It’s the tree of life, huh?”
“The tree of your life.”
“Yes. I told him to imagine something that suited me. Something not too girly.”
“No girly tree for you, huh?” Laughing, he blew a raspberry right next to Luke’s sweet belly button.
“No. No, I get pretty too often.”
Temple could see that. Luke’s looks bordered on delicate. “You’re not pretty. You are beautiful.”
“Thanks.” He could tell Luke didn’t buy it.
He kept tracing the tree, humming softly. His fingertips were sensitized and he could imagine that Luke’s skin was too, beginning to tingle. Groaning, he tugged the covers the rest of the way off Luke’s body, then rolled to straddle him.
“Morning.” Luke’s hands draped around his hips.
“Hey, darling.” He began rocking, sliding their cocks together.
“Hey.” Luke moaned for him, and licked those lips to wet them.
“We gonna have some cream for breakfast?” Temple asked.
“Thought you were vegan…”
Little tease.
“I make exceptions for delicacies.”
“Delicacies.” Luke’s laugh was like music.
He didn’t know if Luke laughed enough, because he’d only heard it a few times.
“You are. And I’m going to eat you up.”
Luke pushed up, brought their lips together. Oh, eager. Temple liked that.
Wrapping his hands around Luke’s face, he kissed back. Their hips kept moving, rocking together. Now this was the best kind of meditation in the world.
Luke was on his elbows now, their bellies hard, tight together. He found just the right rhythm to keep the pleasure slowly pushing up. They breathed together, in and out, nice and steady. He could feel the pleasure building in his lower back, almost vibrating there. Temple wanted to make it last, make it go on and on.
“Luke,” he breathed out his lover’s name like it was a prayer.
“Uh-huh. Please.”
“I don’t want this to end.” The very best meditations were like that.
“Me either. We’ll pretend to stay in bed forever,” Luke suggested.
Temple liked the way the man thought. “Mmm. Forever. It’s got a nice ring to it.”
“Uh-huh. It’s a good thing to imagine.”
“To meditate on.” He continued to move, to roll his hips and slide his cock against Luke’s. Meditation caused manifestation.
He lost himself in Luke’s eyes, his gaze staying right there as the pleasure in his spine began to spread out.
“Tell me you’re real,” demanded Luke.
“I’m real. So are you.”
“Yeah. So am I.”
Temple pinched one nipple. “See?”
“Yes!” Luke gave a wild, excited cry.
Temple soothed the nipple with his index finger. This was slow, easy meditation. This needed to last and last. He circled his hips now instead of rolling them forward, changing things up.
“Mmm.” One of Luke’s legs rose, sliding along his skin.
Smiling, he circled Luke’s nipples, not touching them or the piercings, just the skin around them. They tightened beautifully, drawing up into dark, hard nips.
Looking up, he met Luke’s eyes, smiled. Luke leaned, tongue tracing his lips. Groaning, he touched Luke’s tongue with his. The connection was electric. Purely electric. He had never felt anything like it. And he’d felt a lot of things.
Luke leaned back, eyes searching his.
“You felt it, too.” It wasn’t a question, Temple knew, he could see it in Luke’s eyes.
“I… Static electricity?”
“I don’t think so, darling.” Temple knew better.
“No?” Luke began to pant.
“No, it was this thing between us.” He switched up the way he was moving again, rocking back and forth this time. Luke moaned softly, both of them moving a bit faster.
Temple flicked the rings on Luke’s r
ight nipple.
“Oh, fuck.” Dirty words from such a pretty mouth.
He flicked the other nipple rings, twice. Luke’s hands were caught under him, opening and closing, over and over. He held Luke’s gaze and slowly stroked their tongues together. He could get used to waking up this way. Get used to this being his meditation.
He kept his breathing deep and slow, even when his hips moved a little faster. Luke met his rhythm—both of breath and hips. And those eyes… Temple could live in Luke’s eyes. Hyperbole? Maybe. He just knew this was the most amazing meditation he’d ever experienced.
And there were going to be orgasms at the end. Fucking A.
He had to move a little faster, press them together a little harder.
“Temple.” Luke breathed his name against Temple’s lips.
“Yes, Luke?”
“’S good,” Luke managed to say.
No, Temple didn’t agree—it was better than good.
“Fantastic,” he suggested, rolling them together, rocking back and forth. “Amazing.” He shifted, going in the other way.
“St-stunning,” Luke suggested.
“Good one.”
“Thanks. It’s hard, thinking hard.”
Temple started to chuckle.
“Is. Totally.” Luke laughed for him, too, the sound merry.
“You said hard. Twice.” He kept snickering.
“Hard, hard, hard.”
Temple put his head back and laughed. “We’re losing our rhythm.”
“We are. The laughing was good, though.”
“Laughing is always good.” Temple knew laughter had helped heal his soul, and his body.
“Not always, but this was good.”
Oh. Oh, there was hidden pain there, painted on Luke’s aura like a smudge.
“You want to tell me about it, darling?”
“No. No, let’s just touch.”
“I can touch.” Temple rolled his hips some more, slowly finding that rhythm again.
“Thank you.” Luke cupped his cheek, thumb on his lips.
He sucked it into his mouth.
“Oh.” The sound was soft, surprised. Horny.
Scraping his teeth along the pad of Luke’s thumb, Temple kept sucking. That rhythm found them again, a little faster than before, a little harder. He kept his suction of Luke’s thumb even with their movements of their hips.
The temptation to close his eyes was huge, but he resisted, wanting to see everything. Especially Luke’s eyes when his lover finally orgasmed. Temple wanted to see every second of pleasure.
