by L. J. Hamlin
“I’ve been thinking about it a lot since I walked into your office. I really want to see you naked,” Tommy says firmly. He loosens the knot of Mike’s tie and then lifts it over his head, flinging it to one side. He slides his hands over Mike’s chest, under his suit jacket, sliding it off.
The jacket hits the floor, and without even a second’s pause, Tommy starts work on Mike’s shirt buttons. He opens each button slowly. He doesn’t look nervous, but rather like he’s savouring the experience. Mike holds his breath as his chest is revealed. His chest is still firm, his stomach isn’t bad, either, thanks to hours in the gym and a healthy diet. But those things do nothing to stop the gray hairs he’s grown on his chest and treasure trail.
It’s a stark reminder of his age, of the age gap between him and Tommy. Because he’s sure that if Tommy has chest hair, none of it will be gray. But Tommy isn’t looking freaked out or turned off. He pushes Mike’s shirt open, then off his shoulders like the jacket. Then he runs his hands over Mike’s chest, including his chest hair.
“As much as I like getting to play with you, you don’t have to just stand there. You can touch me, too,” Tommy says.
“Maybe I want to see you strip,” Mike replies.
“All right. Get on the bed,” Tommy says with a saucy smile.
Mike takes his hands off of Tommy with more than a small amount of reluctance, then walks over to the bed, kicking his shoes and socks off before getting on it and propping himself up with the pillows. Tommy stands beside the bed and starts to slowly undo his red tie. He moves oh, so slowly, but with perfect confidence.
Tommy drops his tie, letting it slitter through his fingers to the ground. Then his fingers move to the buttons of his black shirt. Again he takes his time, opening each button with aching slowness. The skin he reveals is marked with brightly coloured ink, and with each button that’s opened, more beautiful artwork is revealed. Mike wants to trace each line with his tongue, and he finds the words passing his lips before he can stop them.
“Yeah? You like my tattoos?” Tommy shrugs out of his shirt, revealing a toned and beautifully tattooed body.
“Yes, I like them.” Mike confirms, although ‘like’ seems like a pretty sad word for the way he feels. He’s aching, wishes he had taken his pants off before getting on the bed.
“I have more tattoos,” Tommy says with a sexy smile.
“Show me?” Mike really wants to see the rest of Tommy. He wants to touch, feel his skin. The ink marking it won’t make it feel different, but he wants to run his hands over those tattoos.
Tommy doesn’t answer with words. He just kicks off his shoes, reaches down to pull off his socks, revealing tattooed feet. Then his hands are on his belt buckle, and Mike is worried he might have a heart attack before Tommy gets his clothes off, even though the doctor at his last physical said his heart was fine.
Those tattooed hands work open the strip of leather, unbutton and unzip the suit pants. And then Tommy is sliding his pants down his legs, showing off yet more tattoos. They’re beautiful; he’s beautiful.
Tommy slides his hands under the waistband of his underwear, and without a hint of shyness, strips them off, too. His dick might not have any tattoos, but it does have a piercing. Mike has never been with a man who was pierced there before, and he finds himself staring, flushed hot. He would never pierce his own cock, but he likes Tommy’s.
“I showed you mine. Going to show me yours?” Tommy asks, standing there like he’s not as naked as the day he was born.
“My pants are killing me,” Mike admits, fumbling with his belt in the rush to get his pants open.
He lifts his hips off the bed and slides his pants and underwear off, throwing them to one side in a tangled heap once he has.
“Oh, my god, your cock is perfect. Big and curved, and I really need to touch you now,” Tommy says in a rush, and he doesn’t seem as calm and collected as he comes over to the bed and kneels between Mike’s legs. As their lips meet, Tommy’s hand wraps around his cock, stroking slowly.
Mike slides his hand down Tommy’s back, returning to his now bare ass, letting his fingers trail between the cleft, using a little pressure so that he can find and rub over Tommy’s hole, which makes Tommy twitch and moan.
“I want…I want you to fuck me,” Tommy gasps.
“There’s lube and condoms in that drawer,” Mike says quickly, because he’s not going to say no to an offer like that. His shower fantasies since he met Tommy have been about getting inside of him. Now that the moments here, he’s not going to wait longer than necessary.
Tommy leans over and quickly finds the lube and condoms Mike keeps at hand. He hands Mike the lube and sets the condoms down on the bed.
“Can I finger you?” Mike asks.
“Is the answer to that ever no? Yes, please, now. Start with two fingers. I can take it,” Tommy says in a rush.
Mike slicks up his fingers, and Tommy moves forward so that he’s straddling Mike’s hips, making it easier for him to rub his now slick fingers over Tommy’s hole. He runs his fingers around the rim a few times before adding pressure. Tommy relaxes into it, and the tips of two fingers sink in easily. Tommy arches into the touch, and Mike gives him more, loving the tight feel of Tommy’s hole around his fingers.
“I can’t wait to feel your cock inside of me,” Tommy says, voice shaking as Mike fucks him with his fingers.
“You feel really good. I knew you would. I thought about this so much,” Mike admits.
“Me too,” Tommy says, leaning in to capture a brief but heated kiss before going back to concentrating on riding Mike’s fingers.
“Want another one?” Mike asks.
“Yes. You’re kind of thick. I’m going to need it.” Tommy sounds very pleased by that fact.
Mike takes his fingers back and adds more lube to them. Tommy is pretty tight, and the wetter the better, so with that in mind, he gets his fingers good and wet before pushing three fingers into Tommy.
“Yesss,” Tommy hisses.
Mike presses deeper, searching, and he knows he’s found the right spot when Tommy starts cursing, his dick leaking on them both.
“You need to get inside me right now.” Tommy picks up one of the condoms.
“I’m not arguing,” Mike says as Tommy tears open the condom wrapper.
“Good. I’ve been waiting for this.” Tommy rolls the condom over Mike’s cock, making him hiss at the touch.
Mike pulls his fingers out of Tommy and uses the lube left on them to slick up his cock. Then he positions the head of his cock at Tommy’s hole.
“Tell me if it’s too much.” Mike warns as he starts to press inside.
“I can take it,” Tommy says, and as if to prove his point, he rolls his hips, taking more of Mike’s length and moaning when he does. And, god, those moans make his dick throb. Tommy sounds better than the best porn he’s ever watched.
Together they move, rocking and thrusting until Mike is buried up to the hilt inside of Tommy. Mike’s prepared to try and hold off a second, let Tommy get used to the feel of him, the stretch, but Tommy starts rocking his hips right away, rising up and then lowering himself.
It takes Mike a second to get with the program and do more than lie there and just let Tommy ride him. He starts thrusting, moving with Tommy, and it feels amazing, but then, Mike had known it would.
Mike sits up more, moving so that he’s sitting with Tommy in his lap. He wraps his arms around Tommy, bringing them chest to chest, Tommy’s hard cock pressing into his stomach. Mike kisses Tommy roughly, deeply, as he fucks him hard. Tommy keeps moaning into the kiss, breaking it to gasp, his nails digging into Mike’s shoulders.
“I need…I need to come,” Tommy groans.
“Want me to touch you? “ Mike asks.
“Yes, please, Mike, please,” Tommy begs.
Mike wraps one hand around Tommy’s cock. “I want to see you come.”
“Going to. Fuck, feels so good.” Tommy rocks down onto Mi
ke’s cock and up into his hand, smoothly at first, but then he loses his rhythm. He presses his face in to Mike’s neck, moaning and cursing.
“You’re so beautiful.” Mike runs one hand up Tommy’s tattooed back while the other jerks him off.
“Gonna come,” Tommy gasps, and then he shudders, biting down on Mike’s collarbone, which is going to leave a bruise, but Mike honestly couldn’t care less, not right now, at least.
Tommy’s come spills between them, and he goes boneless. Mike manhandles him onto his back, pushing his legs up towards his shoulders. Pushing in deep, he thrusts harder, not needing to hold back now. It’s not long before his balls tighten.
“Damn,” he curses, pleasure sending shockwaves down his spine as he comes so hard he’s pretty sure he sees white for a second.
He lets Tommy’s legs drop and slumps forward, claiming a kiss before he pulls out, not wanting to get too sensitive. He’s careful with the condom, wrapping a hand around the base so it doesn’t spill. He deals with it quickly, putting it in the trash, because he knows, come a few minutes time, he’s going to be too lazy to do anything about it. And cold come is just nasty.
“Want to get under the covers?” Mike asks, feeling slightly chilled as the sweat cools on his skin.
Tommy nods and they get into the bed, Tommy resting his head on Mike’s chest.
“Can I…Can I stay the night?” Tommy asks, sounding hesitant for the first time since he walked into Mike’s bedroom.
“Of course. Not letting you go anywhere…Unless you want to. I’m not a weirdo,” Mike says, wrapping an arm around Tommy.
“I want to stay,” Tommy says softly.
They lie like that, together, quiet and warm until Mike feels his eyelids start to grow heavy. “I’m going to crash,” he warns.
“Me, too.” Tommy yawns.
It gets harder and harder to keep his eyes open. The last thing he sees before he can’t keep his eyes open any longer is tattoos.
* * * *
Mike wakes up to sunlight streaming through his windows, into his eyes, which is weird, because he always keeps the blinds down in his bedroom. The reason soon becomes clear when he turns his head to find Tommy sitting up in bed next to him with a sketch book he must have had in his bag, sketching.
“Don’t move. I’m almost finished,” Tommy orders.
“But…” Mike starts, only to be cut off.
“I’ll make it up to you. Now stay still,” Tommy says firmly.
So Mike does, even though he really needs to pee.
He’s not sure how much time passes. He can’t see his clock, and he doesn’t wear a watch, but finally Tommy puts down the sketch pad.
“Can I see?” Mike asks.
“It’s only a rough,” Tommy warns.
“Show me,” Mike says softly, moving so he’s sitting up, too.
Tommy angles the sketch book so that Mike can see. And there he is, asleep, chest bare, the sheet up to his waist. Mike’s never seen himself like that. In Tommy’s drawing, he’s peaceful; he’s beautiful.
“It’s amazing,” Mike says honestly.
“You mean it?” Tommy smiles that beautiful smile that caught Mike’s eye right from the start.
“If it wouldn’t be vain, I’d frame it and hang it in my house,” Mike grins.
“It wouldn’t be vain. If you want it, you can have it. I want to give you something, and my art is how I show people I care,” Tommy says softly.
“Then I’d be honoured to have it. A Tommy Baker original.” Mike leans in, hoping he doesn’t have a bad case of morning breath, and kisses Tommy sweetly.
“Let me just…” Tommy breaks the kiss and puts the sketch to one side before returning to the kiss.
They don’t make it out of the house that day. They hardly make it out of bed. Their suits stay on the floor where they’d been left the night before. Mike isn’t sure about their future, but he has a feeling in his bones that they’ll have one together. They’ll be a part of each other’s lives, as much as art is part of both of them.
THE END
ABOUT L.J. Hamlin
L.J. Hamlin is a chronically ill writer who likes to write to escape from the pain. She loves animals and the supernatural.
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