by Sean Michael
“Fuck yes. You’ve got a great touch.” That growly note was back in Temple’s voice. Told him he was doing it right.
A little ribbon of excitement pulled at the base of his balls, tugging hard. He was turning Temple on.
“Do me like that for a bit and then suck me, darling.” The darling was almost non-verbal, just animal sound.
Luke’s belly went tight, the words terrifying and erotic and wonderful and undeniable.
Temple’s hand landed on his back, heavy and warm. He leaned in, stroked Temple’s cock, gathering the clear droplets at the tip so he could taste them.
“Fuck that’s hot.”
“Good deal.” He’d hate if he sucked at…sucking.
Temple laughed softly and touched his cheek. “There’s no wrong way to do this, yeah? It’s all good.”
“Yeah.” Except it wasn’t. It wasn’t always good. He let that go, though, let himself breathe.
Temple spread his legs a little wider, planting himself more firmly. He found himself slowly lowering himself to his knees, wanting to give this to Temple.
“Oh, darling, I could become addicted to your mouth.”
Luke moaned, lips opened, tongue sliding on Temple’s shaft.
“So hot, seeing you on your knees for me.”
He moaned, slid his tongue over the shaft.
“Fuck. Even hotter feeling it.”
It was surprisingly erotic, the slide of Temple’s cock, the pressure. Temple was still holding his head, but not keeping him in place, not making him feel like he was being forced. There was surety in Temple’s gaze, but no…anger. No disappointment. No disgust.
“Mouth of magic,” murmured Temple.
Oh. Oh, that was cool. He smiled, took Temple in and began to suck.
“Fuck, yes!” Temple nodded, head bobbing over and over.
The praise felt like a rush of warmth, pouring over him, and he focused on giving Temple more, offering everything he could. Soft words of praise mixed with groans and moans, need on the air. It made everything feel seductive, almost soft.
“Gonna make me come,” Temple told him.
That was sort of the point, wasn’t it?
Temple began moving his hips, sliding the long cock along Luke’s tongue. Every time it pushed in, he swallowed.
“Luke.” His name sounded like a prayer on Temple’s lips.
He buried his nose in Temple’s skin, the scent strong, heady.
“Now. Now, Luke.” Temple’s hips jerked, sending his cock deep as he came.
Luke swallowed, over and over, holding onto Temple’s thighs. Temple didn’t try to push him, didn’t shove his cock any deeper and it was good. Temple simply stroked and petted his head.
“So good, darling.”
He lapped at Temple’s cock until the salt was cleaned away, then leaned back.
Temple stroked his cheek, offering him the warmest smile. “Thank you.”
His cheeks felt so hot, burning, and he stood. “Shower?”
“Sure thing, darling. I can take care of you in there.”
He loved that. Darling. The pleasure of it was not wearing off at all.
They went into the shower, Temple tilting his head to take a kiss. He gave it, happily, tongue sliding against Temple’s.
“You taste like me,” Temple whispered against his lips.
He hoped so.
He moaned, his cock ached and his balls were heavy. Without fanfare, Temple dropped his hand and wrapped it around Luke’s need. The water poured over him, the steam billowing. That hand began to jack him, holding on hard but not moving very quickly. Luke started rocking up on tiptoe, following the strokes.
“Mmm, it’s like dancing in the rain.” Temple was a poet.
Humming into their next kiss, Temple kept pulling on his cock, making his balls draw up. The tug seemed to be endless, as did the one after it. The rest of him melted even as his cock got harder. Need weighed heavy in his balls, dragging on him.
“I love how hot your cock is. I love how it feels like silk.”
The way Temple spoke made Luke dizzy.
The tall, lean body was right there, though, supporting him as Temple kept stroking him off. The pressure on his cock was almost too much and that made it stunning. Temple had caught on quick on how to manipulate the metal in the tip of his cock, too, working it with every stroke. Each tug was bigger than the last, more intense. Then Temple started flicking the piercing in his balls with his little finger. Luke couldn’t quite breathe, couldn’t quite think.
Tilting his head, Temple took a wet kiss as the hand around his cock kept moving, sending him higher. He cried out, the tension inside him unbearable, huge. Grabbing his tongue between firm lips, Temple sucked on it, fingers tugging at his nipple rings.
It was too much and he came, entire body jerking with it, but then Temple didn’t stop. The touches continued, to his cock, to his nipples, and the kisses kept stealing his breath.
“I can’t… Make me crazy…”
“Can’t what, darling? Because I am.”
“I don’t know. I don’t know, man.” He’d never not been able to think before.
His answer seemed to please Temple, a wide smile turning up Temple’s lips. “Good answer.”
Oh, that felt so good, to be honest and right at the same time.
Temple leaned past him and grabbed the soap, then began washing him, spending extra time on his nipples, his cock. Every time Temple touched a piercing, the man tugged or twisted. The contrast between the slick of the soap and the pull of the piercings was intoxicating.
Luke would do anything for the touches not to stop. Anything.
Once Temple had spread soap everywhere, he tilted Luke into the water, rinsing him off.
“God, can we do that again?” Luke hadn’t meant to say it out loud.
“We can do it as long as your water holds out.”
“I have a tankless water heater.”
“Dude. That’s awesome.” Temple looked very pleased.
“Yeah. Yeah. I like my showers.”
“Do you usually jack yourself in them?” Temple asked, hand once again stroking him.
“Yeah. Every day.”
“Mmm. I like a sexual man.”
“I… Cool.” He wasn’t sure he was sexual. At all.
Temple kissed him again, grabbing more soap and slicking him up again. His cock was still hard, and the touches and tugs to his jewelry felt heady. Temple broke their kisses in favor of leaning down and using his teeth to tug on Luke’s nipple rings. He set his teeth against the pleasure. God, it never felt like that, not when he played with them.
Temple’s lips were hot against his skin as he kept tugging and moving the rings in his flesh. He cried out, just so caught up that he couldn’t bear it. Temple played with the piercings in his cock, in his balls, making all the metal in his body sing. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, all he could do was feel.
Temple didn’t stop at all, just kept touching and licking and using those hands and that mouth to drive him absolutely wild.
He finally pulled away, eyes rolling. “I need to… I need a break.”
“Too much pleasure, darling?”
“Yes. I can’t think.”
“Well, thinking is overrated when it comes to sex.”
“Uh-huh.” He had to agree. Hell, it was overrated a lot of the time.
Temple helped to get rid of all the soap, then washed himself quickly, leaving Luke in the hot water stream.
“I’m sorry.” Now that he was coming down, he felt a little ashamed.
“What? Why?”
“For chickening out.”
Temple looked confused. “Chickening out? I thought it got to be too much?”
“I did. That’s what…” Oh, just shut up.
Temple stroked his hair back from his face. “It’s safe to tell me, darling. I’m not going to use it against you.”
“I just… It was big.”
“Yeah? Good. That make
s me happy.”
Luke just didn’t want to disappoint.
“You wanna go get horizontal for a while?” Temple asked.
“I would love that.”
“Then it’s yours.” Temple kissed him, then turned off the water and drew him out of his shower.
They dried themselves off, then they went to the bed, stretched out and faced each other. Temple’s eyes traced his features, then his fingers followed the same route. It was hypnotic, dissolving his nerves.
“I’m so drawn to you, Luke. It’s like you’re a magnet to my iron.”
“That’s lovely.”
“I’m glad you think so because it’s how it is. And I don’t want to fight it.”
“I’ve never met another you. Never.” Luke wasn’t sure anyone else like Temple could exist.
“Good. I like being unique.”
That didn’t surprise Luke at all.
“I’ve never had a lover with piercings like you.” Temple tugged on Luke’s right nipple rings.
It was like his body moved without his permission. Humming, Temple tugged harder. He moaned, the sound soft, deep in his chest.
“How badly did they hurt to put them in?” Temple asked.
“The nipples? It isn’t bad.”
Temple tugged them again, then turned the metal inside his skin.
“More of an ache. It’s worth it.” This was so worth it.
“Did you do it yourself?” Temple kept playing, rolling and rolling the rings and he could feel it in the pit of his belly, in his balls.
“No. No, it was important to get them straight.”
Temple chuckled. “You said straight.”
“I did.” Luke grinned. “It doesn’t happen often.”
Temple was giggling like a boy. His own laughter joined in. Temple kissed him, the laughter shared between them. Sweet. This was sweet as fuck.
Temple kept playing with his rings, rubbing against him. The amount of sensation—this weird mixture of pleasure and pain—just built and built. Then, without warning, Temple touched the apadravya, pushing the metal through his cock.
“Uhn.” His sudden orgasm was sharp-edged, stunning him.
“Fuck. Fuck, Luke—that was something special.”
All he could do was stare, dazed.
Temple kissed him hard, fingers sliding to grab his ass and tug him in close, and he held on. This was insane, wonderful. Crazed.
“You are something special,” Temple told him.
He reached up, touched Temple’s lips.
“Mmm.” Temple licked at his fingers.
“Making me a little nuts…” Luke admitted.
“That’s a good thing.”
“It’s hard, to give up control.”
“I know. Amazing rewards, though, darling. And I will never hurt you.”
He’d only known Temple for hours—less than a day—and his foolish heart wanted to believe.
Temple kissed his right eyebrow, fingers still wandering, exploring. Luke allowed his eyes to droop, to close.
“Gonna spend the rest of the afternoon exploring every inch.”
“Oh, God.”
What else could he say?
Chapter Three
Temple rescued his bike with its saddle bags and was able to change into clean clothes before going down to the barbecue with Luke. He was wearing blue jeans and a tight gray T-shirt. And following the sweetest ass he’d seen in a long time out into the shared yard.
“Hey, guys.” Luke had brought down bottles of water and a bottle of wine.
Temple waved. He usually managed to fit in with new people and these were Luke’s friends—that would make it easy enough.
One of the guys he’d seen at the shop came over, hugged Luke hard. “Who’s the new guy?”
“Temple. Temple, this is Bill.”
He shook Bill’s hand. “Nice to meet you.”
Bill checked him out. “You brought him home, Lukey?”
“I did.” Luke sounded a little shocked.
Temple raised an eyebrow, giving Luke a look.
Luke grinned. “I never do that, but Temple is… Wow.”
Warmth flooded through Temple at Luke’s words. “Thank you, darling. You’re pretty wow yourself.”
Bill rolled his eyes. “Jesus, I’m going to go into a sugar coma here.”
Donny came wandering by. “Hey, there. Who wants a beer?”
“I’m good, Luke has me covered.” He hadn’t had any alcohol since two weeks after his diagnosis. He’d had a lot in the two weeks leading up to quitting.
“Cool.” Don turned to Luke. “Lukey?”
“Nah. I’m good right now.”
“You don’t have to be dry because I am.” He was cool with other people doing their thing.
“I know. I may have a beer later.”
“Whatever you want, darling.”
“Darling?” The man who’d been gardening earlier came over. “That’s neat. I like it. I’m Les. Pleased.”
Temple shook Les’ hand. “Nice to meet you. And yeah, it just…” He shrugged. “Happened.” It felt right, calling Luke “Darling”, it had just rolled off his tongue.
“That’s cool. Make yourself at home. God knows we make ourselves at home in Luke’s side of the yard.”
Chuckling, he kept his arm around Luke’s waist. He was decent at mingling, but honestly, this thing with him and Luke was so new and he didn’t want to miss a second. Luke didn’t seem worried and neither did anyone else, to be honest. Luke rested into his hand, leaning heavy.
“So how long have you all been in business together?” Temple could do small talk.
“Ten years, almost.” Luke grinned. “We wanted to be lovers and that was a disaster, so we became business partners.”
“Like as a consolation prize?” He chuckled but he had to wonder, was the attempted love affair with Donny the thing in Luke’s past that had made him…cautious?
“Like as a ‘we knew we’d make a great team and we’d do anything not to lose that’ thing.”
Oh. Oh, Donny was a keeper. Because that was adorable.
“It looks like the shop is doing well—you had great reviews online.” Temple had checked them out before going in, sitting out there on his bike and using his Google Fu.
“It’s a good place to work. Like for reals. I’m KT, by the way.” The woman was bald like him, with the biggest, darkest eyes he’d ever seen and ink covering every inch of her.
“Nice to meet you, KT. Your art is amazing.”
“Thanks, man. You’ve got a great look yourself.”
He grinned, simply taking it as a compliment. “Thanks. Luke seems to like it.” He gave his lover a nod.
There was a man painting by slamming his body down on a huge sheet with wet paint on it and gyrating madly. Luke rolled his eyes. “Ignore him. He’s having inspiration.”
“This is usual behavior?” It was rather intriguing, actually.
“God, yes.” Donny rolled his eyes, but the look on the man’s face was fond, warm. “He’s a nut.”
“Cool.” Temple wandered a little closer.
This man threw himself into life, into his body. There was no self-consciousness, no worry. As soon as he was done, one sheet was hung in a tree, a new one stretched out.
“That’s pretty damn cool.” He got that not everyone could follow the call of the universe, listening to their gut, but he was pretty sure more people ought to try it at least once.
Temple got a grin from the man. “It rocks. Wanna try?”
He gave Luke a look—he wanted to try it with Luke, but he didn’t want to embarrass his lover.
Luke grinned. “Marco is harmless, Temple. Go for it.”
“Do it with me?”
“Me?” Luke looked surprised.
“It’s tempera paint, honey. It’ll hose off,” Marco promised.
Luke chuckled, then shucked his shirt. “Okay, why not. Someone get towels for after.”
“
All right.” Temple started stripping, excited about doing this with Luke.
Everyone stood around to watch, KT’s camera out. Luke had no body shame, though, wiggling for the camera. Temple appreciated it, enjoying the view and not caring that everyone could tell he was enjoying it.
He used the paintbrush to paint different colors over Luke’s skin.
“Be good, love.” Luke was starting to become breathless.
This would be so much more fun alone. Temple grinned at Luke just the same. “I’ll try.” He wasn’t making any promises, though. He handed over the brush when he was done. “Do me, now.”
Luke was heavier-handed, covering him, even painting the tip of his nose. “You ready?”
“I so am.” He grabbed Luke’s hand. “On three. One. Two. Three.”
They jumped onto the sheet and started wiggling and rolling, the sound of laughter surrounding them. It was fun as hell and if he rubbed up against Luke more than was strictly kosher, well, Temple figured this group wasn’t going to say anything.
“Okay, guys—up!” They stood up, Marco grabbing the sheet before the cold water from the hose hit them.
Gasping, Temple grabbed hold of Luke to keep them both upright in the blast.
“Fuck.” Luke hooted, laughing hard.
Someone passed them a couple towels and when the blast of frigid water finally abated, they huddled under them, teeth chattering. Luke dried him off, got him in the sun.
“Oh, that’s nice, isn’t it?” Temple raised his face to the sunlight.
“Yeah. Nice and warm.”
“Yeah. Can’t be in it too long, though. Not without protection.” The sun was awesome, but it could be a killer. Especially to a man like him.
“No. No, of course not.” Luke immediately began fussing over him. “Let’s get you dressed and back in your hat.”
“A few minutes won’t kill me, darling.”
“I know, but we’ll be safe with you.” Luke got Temple dressed before he started dressing himself.
Temple smiled for Luke, appreciating that his lover wanted to be careful with him. He also managed to wolf-whistle before Luke got completely dressed. They settled in a couple of chairs, laughing as they looked at their art swaying from the tree.
He leaned close and whispered in Luke’s ear. “I think that’s your cock, there in the bright purple in the middle of the sheet.”
