CITIES OF NIGHT
Title: Cities of Night
Authors: geekintehpink & ks_writes
Character/Pairing: Glen Murray (Boston Bruins)/Tim Connolly (Buffalo Sabres)
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, k?
Rating: NC17. Yeah, we are filthy ladies.
Warnings: Language, seckses.
Word Count: 4,030
Author's Note: Set in the future. This is the followup to this.
Glen had heard those words a few times before. He'd never been made to feel unwanted by someone that he desired. But something about the way Tim said them was different. And no it wasn't the same as with Marc, mostly because if it had been Marc, Glen would have...he stopped himself. It was over with Marc, in all ways possible. He'd made him cry. A man that no one had ever seen cry before, and Glen had made him cry. He mentally slapped himself in the face and opened his eyes for a second to remind himself that this was Tim Connolly, not Marc Savard. And that it would never be Marc Savard again, because he'd fucked up royally. In his head, he didn't even deserve for it to be. Not with all he'd put the man through. Before they were even 'together,' Glen had put him through hell. So, yes. Glen's life, from then on, was to be all about the meaningless one night stands, and he wouldn't ever feel the way he felt when Marc Savard touched him again. Not that this was meaningless. This meant something to him. Because Tim seemed to understand him. Tim was him. He wondered, secretly, who he would try and be with. Since it was only a matter of time. But reminded himself quickly that this wasn't the time for that, and pulled Tim deeper into the kiss.
“Everything okay?” Tim asked in a break for air, with an eyebrow raised, and Glen realized that he'd probably just been caught red-handed.
"Thinking, that's all," Glen said quietly, looking into Tim's eyes. He hadn't managed to really do that yet, and now that he did he saw clearly how much he was wanted. This was yet another way that Tim was just like him: he had eyes that could never hide his true feelings.
"Don't think," Tim smiled at him, stroking his face. "Just... go with it. Unless... I don't want to rush you or force you into anything."
"It's not that," Glen smiled back at him. "Believe me. It's not that. I was just thinking about how we ended up here... how I..."
"It is unusual. I've certainly never done it before," Tim said, one of his hands wandering across Glen's back now. He felt Glen shiver slightly, and moved even closer to him. "Sorry. Do you want me to stop?"
"No. God, no. Don't," Glen breathed. "I'm just over-thinking... I always do that... which means..."
"Yeah, you got me. My mind's racing to try and keep up with what's happened here. But you did say not to stop..." Tim kissed him again.
"No," Glen said, his lips brushing Tim's as he spoke. "Don't. I want you." He pulled Tim as close to him as he could, and Tim responded by kissing him harder, and all Glen could think was I really fucking want you. And I'm going to show you...Glen got a slight smirk on his face as he ran his hands up Tim's sides, under his shirt. “Has anyone ever told you that you're absolutely fucking beautiful?” he asked in a throaty whisper, running his hands over the smooth skin atop Tim's head. It was different from the feeling he got with Marc's spiky hair, but it definitely wasn't a bad thing. He reached his hands beneath Tim's shirt and ran them along his stomach, trying to do just the right things to drive his partner insane...but he didn't know Tim well enough to know if it was working.
Tim felt Glen's hands touch his pectoral muscle and a shudder went up his spine. And when he felt the other man pull up on the fabric of his shirt, he had all he could do not to rip his clothes off and take him right there, but instead, he simply followed Glen's lead, putting his hands beneath the other man's shirt and massaging the skin gently.
Glen was a bit confused. This wasn't supposed to be tender like it was with Marc. But then...he wasn't going to be too hard on Tim, because he was just as hurt as Glen was. And the way that he was touching Glen's chest right then...made it hard to be anything but tender and affectionate. He smirked at Tim, nodding toward the bedroom. “The couch is kinda small...move to the bedroom?” he offered the suggestion in a low tone. With what they wanted to do, they'd need all the room of Glen's California king sized bed.
"Absolutely," Tim grinned at him. Damn, though, it was going to be difficult to leave Glen alone long enough to actually get there. It had been so long since he'd been touched, so long that he'd forgotten how good it could be. He let Glen take charge, as he stood up and led Tim by the hand towards the bedroom. Before they could actually make it to the bed, Tim whispered, "by the way, no. I've never been told that. Not once. Thank you..."
"Seriously?" Glen turned to him, stroking Tim's face this time. "You've never been told... not even..."
"No," Tim said quietly. "And you, Glen Murray, are gorgeous." He moved in to kiss him again, and before he knew it they were on the bed, already wrapped up in each other, Glen underneath him. Glen's hands were under his shirt again, making him shiver, making his skin tingle everywhere they went. Tim felt himself moan quietly, even though he was trying to hold back. He wanted to take this slow, even though Glen was making it extremely difficult to do so.
As his hands found their way back to Glen's chest, he heard Glen moaning too, which turned him on insanely. The thoughts of continuing to take this slow were suddenly lost, as Tim removed Glen's shirt, which Glen willingly let him do. He started at Glen's neck, and kissed downwards, across his chest, across his stomach, feeling Glen shiver at every contact his lips made with skin, hearing him moan a lot louder now.
Glen had been called gorgeous before. But it sounded really...odd coming off someone's lips who wasn't Marc. Or even Joe. Still, it was nice to hear, so he smirked even wider and winked a little at his lover. And God, the hunger was evident to Glen in the way Tim touched him. Glen loved being smothered, having someone looking down over him...feeling the crushing weight of another's body atop him...it was almost enough to bring him off in itself. He licked his lips and ran his hands along the toned skin of Tim's back, beneath the shirt that he still wore. And he realized in that second that it needed to come off. He pulled up on the loathsome fabric, watching as Tim's arms raised, and he broke away from Glen's body for a moment, allowing him to remove the shirt and discard it to the floor. And as if Glen's cock wasn't already interested, it took even more interest, as he grabbed hold of Tim's hips and ground upward into him, groaning at the bit of friction between them.
Tim groaned at the contact of their hips. Even through their jeans it was more than he'd felt in a long time, and Glen seemed to know just what to do to drive him absolutely insane. And he couldn't get enough of that little lusty smirk on those thin lips, and the hunger in his eyes. He leaned back down and resumed his affections to Glen's chest, listening to the whimpers and cries as he started in with affections to his lover's nipple.
Glen cried out, then yanked Tim's body back up so that their lips could meet once again, and started working at his belt buckle. The teasing was nice...very nice, and extremely fucking hot, at that. But, it wasn't enough. Not anymore. He didn't know exactly how they were going to go about this...which way, since there wasn't much, between all his past lovers, that he hadn't experienced, but he reminded himself that he didn't know how familiar Tim was with encounters such as this, so he let him hold the reins. Well, after he unbuckled the restrictive piece of leather that was holding his pants in place, that is.
"You don't have to take it easy on me," Tim breathed, writhing against Glen's body, moving his hands to undo his partner's own belt. "Because... I don't intend to go easy on you." He undid the buckle slowly, extremely slowly, still teasing Glen, fingers rubbing against his waist only slightly, just enough to make him whimper.
"Then... what are you doing... now..." Glen moaned at him, as Tim undid the button of his pants, again barely touching him, making Glen desperate for contact.
"This isn't easy, though, is it," Tim grinned at him wickedly, having now reached Glen's zipper. "Are you telling me you want more?"
Glen could have very easily shown Tim what he wanted; he wanted and needed more, he wanted it now, but Tim had him mesmerized, he'd taken him over. Glen was his, and all he could do was beg. "Yes, Tim," he groaned, electrified by Tim still stroking the skin at his waist, by the glint in his eye. He knew what was going to happen, or god, he hoped he did. "I want you to... oh, god..."
They understood each other so well; Tim didn't need any more encouragement than that. He knew what Glen wanted and he was only too happy to give it to him, as he finally, after all that teasing and touching, relieved Glen of the rest of his clothing. Glen saw him grin again, at the sight of how hard he was, but he never expected what he got. He expected more teasing, but Tim had other ideas, wrapping his lips around Glen's hard cock straight away, taking all of him into his mouth, and it was all he could do not to come right then.
Any thoughts he'd had of Tim being inexperienced had left him long ago. Tim knew exactly what he was doing; he knew exactly how to work him, swirling his tongue around the shaft as he sucked him, already in rhythm. Glen felt himself get close, extremely close, as he cried Tim's name, unable to hold anything back, when... Tim stopped. He was just about to go over the edge, and he stopped? This was teasing on a whole new level.
Tim slid his lips up the shaft now, placing a couple of kisses on the head of Glen's cock, again making him cry out, but he was being careful not to tip him right over the edge. He didn't want to stop. Glen tasted so fucking good, and he'd wanted all of him. Just not yet. Still grinning, he slid himself back up Glen's body to kiss him again. "What... the hell... you're... evil," Glen moaned at him, breathlessly.
"Maybe I am," Tim whispered. "Or maybe I'm saving you for something else..."
Glen lifted an eyebrow, though he wasn't sure how he'd found the motor-skills to do so. He decided right then to turn the tables, as sure, he loved being dominated, but dominating was just as fun at times. He switched their positions so that he was atop Tim now, smirking down at him and going back to working at his jeans, trying to get the final barriers of fabric out of the way. “Yeah well...” he spoke throatily. “Now you'll have to fight through me to get there...” he whispered, making sure he positioned his fingers just right to run at least a little bit of skin along Tim's shaft, through his boxer-briefs, as he undid the zipper. And when he heard a whimper of pleasure coming from his partner, he smirked evilly. “Time to pay the piper, Connolly...” he rasped.
“Who said I'm even gonna want to fight?”
“Good...I might like a little fight, but...you'll enjoy this...” Glen promised.
Tim glanced down at Glen, curious as to what he had planned. That was something that not even Chris had realized about Tim...that he liked to watch...liked to see the magic happen as it went down, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to see someone that he'd heard...so much about...do his thing. He watched as Glen slowly removed his final barriers of clothing, discarding them to the floor with the accumulating pile of clothes, and smirked.
On his way back up to Tim's hips, Glen ran his fingers teasingly up his legs, his thighs and grabbed hold of his hips. But he didn't take Tim in. No, not yet. Instead ran his tongue up his partner's shaft, swirling his tongue around his head once he got there, lapping up a bit of the pre-cum that had oozed out. Tim's taste was almost intoxicating, and he found himself feeling almost drunk-but not quite. He wrapped his mouth around Tim's cock finally, sliding all the way down until he felt the head tickling the back of his throat. And the escalating moans coming from the direction of the headboard of Glen's bed were something like music. He massaged Tim's length gently with his tongue, and began to bob and suckle his way back up, continuing those motions until he thought that Tim was about to topple over the edge. And then, just as Tim had, he stopped.
“Unh...” he heard Tim cry.
“Not very nice is it...” he chuckled a bit.
"No... you're... you're fucking good, though..."
"You're not so bad yourself," Glen smirked up at him. "In fact... you're amazing... how do you know..."
"I just know," Tim said, finding himself underneath Glen again. "Like I said... you just have to... let go," loving the feeling of someone's weight against him. He missed this. Even though it was totally different from when he was with Chris, it was still good, it was better than good. Knowing he could still get someone to surrender to him, knowing someone still wanted him... it was exactly what he'd needed.
"Or..." Tim began again, one hand running over Glen's back, another wandering towards Glen's cock. "Don't let go... as it were..." He grabbed hold of Glen and gripped hard, his free hand now moving to squeeze his ass at the exact same time. He heard Glen cry out again as he started pumping his fist, and he loved seeing Glen's face in ecstasy. He loved knowing that he was doing this to someone. He didn't get long to enjoy that moment, though, as he soon lost coherent thought again. Glen was doing the same to him, already moving fast, as he leaned his head back and cried out.
How he managed to keep a rhythm going he had no idea. Glen was so good at this; his hand was so tight around his cock, he moved it in just the right way, and Tim bucked his hips in time with him, sure that he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. The feeling of Glen's hardness in his hand only added to that feeling; he had him as tight as he could, he was as close as Tim was, moaning right beside his ear, moaning his name.
"G... Glen..." Tim murmured, so near to seeing stars. "Glen... I want you to..." he gasped, as he tried to say what he wanted. This was amazing, but he could think of something even better.
"What," Glen said, slowing down slightly, but squeezing Tim even tighter.
"I want you to..."
"Say it," Glen growled, gripping Tim as hard as he could, as Tim yelped out with pleasure.
"Fuck me," Tim cried out now, not sure how the hell he'd managed to hold on.
"Is that what you want?" Glen said, still in a growl.
"Yes. Yes, please, do it," Tim whispered, trying to catch his breath.
"You want me... all of me... inside you?"
Tim closed his eyes and gasped again. Glen had loosened his grip but was still running his fingers up and down his shaft. "Yes, I want it, please, Glen, fuck me... do it hard..."
It was Glen's turn to get a wicked glint in his eye. He maneuvered their bodies around as Glen moved his legs so that they were beneath Tim's, and reached over into the bedside table for a tube of lubricant, making sure that he was lubed up as well as he could possibly be, so that he didn't hurt Tim. Even though he wanted to be fucked, hard, Glen wasn't the type to hurt someone. He positioned himself perfectly so that he was pressed right against Tim's entrance, and pulled him into a sitting position, astraddle Glen's thighs. He searched his lover's eyes for any doubt, any uncertainty whatsoever, and when he found none, he slowly raised his own hips, pressing a little harder against Tim's entrance.
"This is... new..." Tim whispered, still looking into Glen's eyes, resting his hands on Glen's shoulders.
"Really? You've never..."
"Oh, I have. Just... never like this."
Glen grinned at him. "I promise... you'll like it..." He pressed harder again, still not quite enough for Tim, as he gasped slightly.
"Teasing me again, are you..."
"Maybe I just like hearing you ask for it."
"You're evil. But you're so... fucking good..." Tim whispered as finally, Glen slid inside him, slowly, but easily. His breathing became shallower as he adjusted to the feeling, that feeling he'd missed so much. Glen stopped, again not moving, again looking into his eyes, and Tim knew what he had to do.
"Please," he moved to whisper in Glen's ear. "Don't hold back. I want this... I need this..."
Glen shuddered at the feeling of Tim's breath on his ear, and raised his hips even more, slowly pushing himself all the way inside of Tim and moaning a little at the feeling of his partner's heat around him. It was a suffocating heat, almost enough to take Glen's breath away. And he began to slowly move in and out of Tim, slowly mostly because he didn't know how used to...manners such as this...Tim was.
“This isn't hard...” Tim grunted a bit once he felt Glen slide all the way inside him. And yeah, it was nice, but it was neither what he wanted or what he needed.
“I just...”
“Over-thought again?”
“Basically.”
Tim chuckled a little, though the feeling of Glen inside him made his cock throb, and he decided then that it needed a little attention. He lifted his hand to grip it, but one of Glen's hands cut him off, gently gripping the pulsating shaft, matching his movements with the motions of him sliding in and out of Tim. And it was driving Tim insane. He groaned a little, but made sure that Glen could tell that the moan was that of a pleased nature. “So fucking good...”
The sound of Tim's voice made Glen push a little harder, and he was pretty sure, by then, he must have brushed against his partner's prostate at least once.
Tim wasn't sure how he was still capable of thought, but he was somehow aware of how strange it was that he was on top, but Glen was in total control of him. Not that he was complaining, far from it. Glen was giving him total attention, and he reveled in it.
"I said before..." he whispered again, "you don't have to take it easy... on me..." He gasped as Glen pushed inside him again. He was moving faster now, definitely hitting the right spot. "Glen... oh... harder... do it harder..."
The sound of Tim moaning his name only brought Glen closer to the edge, and he couldn't deny Tim what he wanted any longer. He thrust into him deeper now, harder and faster, and hearing Tim's cries of pleasure let him know he was doing it right; that he'd found the rhythm.
Tim was holding on to Glen for what felt like dear life now; he was so close, he knew Glen was so close too, and if he let go he might collapse from so much pleasure, from Glen fucking him so hard, so right, and even though he wanted it to go on for so much longer he couldn't hold back anymore...and he didn't. He cried out in a final second of ecstasy, and felt his body shudder in one of the most intense orgasms he had ever felt in his life. He released himself all over Glen's chest and cried his name in...such a manner that caused Glen to follow suit. With a final propulsion forward, Glen's body was wracked with an absolutely incomparable pleasure, and he found himself clinging to Tim to keep himself from falling off the face of the Earth. They tumbled back to the bed unceremoniously, Tim's head laying against Glen's shoulder, as though any type of movement would ruin the absolutely indescribable feeling of...God, Glen didn't even know.
“That was...” Tim spoke in a deep, breathy, husky voice, though he was unsure how to finish the sentence.
Glen had him covered, though, a grin spreading across his face as he looked up into his lover's eyes and bit his lip. “...mind-blowing?” he raised his eyebrows and winked.
Tim laughed and nodded, shrugging a shoulder. “That pretty much covers it, yeah...thank you...”
"You don't have to thank me... I should be thanking you..."
"No. Not just... for that... for..." Tim was still trying to catch his breath.
"It's okay. I know," Glen said quietly, grinning at him. "You're me, remember."
~
"Glen."
Glen stirred, not wanting to wake up. The night couldn't be over yet... his eyes focused on the neon display of the alarm clock and he realized it wasn't. 5am. They must have fallen asleep. He turned over to see Tim sitting on the bed, now fully clothed.
"I'm sorry, Glen. I don't want to leave. I really, truly don't, but if I'm not in our hotel in the morning it'll be more than my life's worth."
"I understand," Glen said, still sleepily, trying to sit up. "It's okay. You can use the phone in the living room... call a cab..."
"Thanks. I didn't want to leave you without saying something. I don't want you to think I didn't enjoy that. It was incredible. It really was. I'll never forget it."
"I won't either, Tim. Thank you. Really."
"That was the other thing. I remembered what I was trying to say earlier. You made me realize something I should have known a long time ago. What happened to you, with Joe... he didn't have a choice. And I know it hurt like hell. But Chris... had a choice. He had a choice and he chose to leave, and he chose not to tell me. It's time I saw that."
Glen smiled. "I'm glad you see that, Tim. It wasn't my place to say..."
"You didn't have to say it. You showed me," Tim returned the smile. "And, Glen... about Marc. I know you probably don't want to hear this right now, but don't run away from him. He loves you. It's scary, of course it is. But you deserve to be loved. You deserve someone who wants to be with you. Go to him. Let him love you. You'll regret it if you don't."
Glen didn't answer for a while, before finally smiling again. "You're one of a kind, you know that? Thank you."
"You're welcome. Goodbye, Glen."
"Goodbye, Tim."
Glen listened to him go; heard him use the phone before leaving. He lay back and sighed. The next time he saw him, he realized, he'd probably be taking a face off against Marc. The irony was not lost on him, but he knew one thing. As he imagined that scenario, it wasn't Tim he focused on. It was Marc. Tonight had been incredible, but it wasn't love. Love lay elsewhere.
Have you seen what I've made beneath the wreckage?
Just suffer through the dust and there you'll find
The color of a night that burned out from us.
Surrounded by it's glow our city lies.
Wait for a love that never dies and you've lost life.
One overdoes just to survive.
We'll shine this time. We'll make headlines
Will you live in hope or dark desire?
What can I say? Fuck love give me fire.
lyrics by Blaqk Audio
Authors: geekintehpink & ks_writes
Character/Pairing: Glen Murray (Boston Bruins)/Tim Connolly (Buffalo Sabres)
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, k?
Rating: NC17. Yeah, we are filthy ladies.
Warnings: Language, seckses.
Word Count: 4,030
Author's Note: Set in the future. This is the followup to this.
Glen had heard those words a few times before. He'd never been made to feel unwanted by someone that he desired. But something about the way Tim said them was different. And no it wasn't the same as with Marc, mostly because if it had been Marc, Glen would have...he stopped himself. It was over with Marc, in all ways possible. He'd made him cry. A man that no one had ever seen cry before, and Glen had made him cry. He mentally slapped himself in the face and opened his eyes for a second to remind himself that this was Tim Connolly, not Marc Savard. And that it would never be Marc Savard again, because he'd fucked up royally. In his head, he didn't even deserve for it to be. Not with all he'd put the man through. Before they were even 'together,' Glen had put him through hell. So, yes. Glen's life, from then on, was to be all about the meaningless one night stands, and he wouldn't ever feel the way he felt when Marc Savard touched him again. Not that this was meaningless. This meant something to him. Because Tim seemed to understand him. Tim was him. He wondered, secretly, who he would try and be with. Since it was only a matter of time. But reminded himself quickly that this wasn't the time for that, and pulled Tim deeper into the kiss.
“Everything okay?” Tim asked in a break for air, with an eyebrow raised, and Glen realized that he'd probably just been caught red-handed.
"Thinking, that's all," Glen said quietly, looking into Tim's eyes. He hadn't managed to really do that yet, and now that he did he saw clearly how much he was wanted. This was yet another way that Tim was just like him: he had eyes that could never hide his true feelings.
"Don't think," Tim smiled at him, stroking his face. "Just... go with it. Unless... I don't want to rush you or force you into anything."
"It's not that," Glen smiled back at him. "Believe me. It's not that. I was just thinking about how we ended up here... how I..."
"It is unusual. I've certainly never done it before," Tim said, one of his hands wandering across Glen's back now. He felt Glen shiver slightly, and moved even closer to him. "Sorry. Do you want me to stop?"
"No. God, no. Don't," Glen breathed. "I'm just over-thinking... I always do that... which means..."
"Yeah, you got me. My mind's racing to try and keep up with what's happened here. But you did say not to stop..." Tim kissed him again.
"No," Glen said, his lips brushing Tim's as he spoke. "Don't. I want you." He pulled Tim as close to him as he could, and Tim responded by kissing him harder, and all Glen could think was I really fucking want you. And I'm going to show you...Glen got a slight smirk on his face as he ran his hands up Tim's sides, under his shirt. “Has anyone ever told you that you're absolutely fucking beautiful?” he asked in a throaty whisper, running his hands over the smooth skin atop Tim's head. It was different from the feeling he got with Marc's spiky hair, but it definitely wasn't a bad thing. He reached his hands beneath Tim's shirt and ran them along his stomach, trying to do just the right things to drive his partner insane...but he didn't know Tim well enough to know if it was working.
Tim felt Glen's hands touch his pectoral muscle and a shudder went up his spine. And when he felt the other man pull up on the fabric of his shirt, he had all he could do not to rip his clothes off and take him right there, but instead, he simply followed Glen's lead, putting his hands beneath the other man's shirt and massaging the skin gently.
Glen was a bit confused. This wasn't supposed to be tender like it was with Marc. But then...he wasn't going to be too hard on Tim, because he was just as hurt as Glen was. And the way that he was touching Glen's chest right then...made it hard to be anything but tender and affectionate. He smirked at Tim, nodding toward the bedroom. “The couch is kinda small...move to the bedroom?” he offered the suggestion in a low tone. With what they wanted to do, they'd need all the room of Glen's California king sized bed.
"Absolutely," Tim grinned at him. Damn, though, it was going to be difficult to leave Glen alone long enough to actually get there. It had been so long since he'd been touched, so long that he'd forgotten how good it could be. He let Glen take charge, as he stood up and led Tim by the hand towards the bedroom. Before they could actually make it to the bed, Tim whispered, "by the way, no. I've never been told that. Not once. Thank you..."
"Seriously?" Glen turned to him, stroking Tim's face this time. "You've never been told... not even..."
"No," Tim said quietly. "And you, Glen Murray, are gorgeous." He moved in to kiss him again, and before he knew it they were on the bed, already wrapped up in each other, Glen underneath him. Glen's hands were under his shirt again, making him shiver, making his skin tingle everywhere they went. Tim felt himself moan quietly, even though he was trying to hold back. He wanted to take this slow, even though Glen was making it extremely difficult to do so.
As his hands found their way back to Glen's chest, he heard Glen moaning too, which turned him on insanely. The thoughts of continuing to take this slow were suddenly lost, as Tim removed Glen's shirt, which Glen willingly let him do. He started at Glen's neck, and kissed downwards, across his chest, across his stomach, feeling Glen shiver at every contact his lips made with skin, hearing him moan a lot louder now.
Glen had been called gorgeous before. But it sounded really...odd coming off someone's lips who wasn't Marc. Or even Joe. Still, it was nice to hear, so he smirked even wider and winked a little at his lover. And God, the hunger was evident to Glen in the way Tim touched him. Glen loved being smothered, having someone looking down over him...feeling the crushing weight of another's body atop him...it was almost enough to bring him off in itself. He licked his lips and ran his hands along the toned skin of Tim's back, beneath the shirt that he still wore. And he realized in that second that it needed to come off. He pulled up on the loathsome fabric, watching as Tim's arms raised, and he broke away from Glen's body for a moment, allowing him to remove the shirt and discard it to the floor. And as if Glen's cock wasn't already interested, it took even more interest, as he grabbed hold of Tim's hips and ground upward into him, groaning at the bit of friction between them.
Tim groaned at the contact of their hips. Even through their jeans it was more than he'd felt in a long time, and Glen seemed to know just what to do to drive him absolutely insane. And he couldn't get enough of that little lusty smirk on those thin lips, and the hunger in his eyes. He leaned back down and resumed his affections to Glen's chest, listening to the whimpers and cries as he started in with affections to his lover's nipple.
Glen cried out, then yanked Tim's body back up so that their lips could meet once again, and started working at his belt buckle. The teasing was nice...very nice, and extremely fucking hot, at that. But, it wasn't enough. Not anymore. He didn't know exactly how they were going to go about this...which way, since there wasn't much, between all his past lovers, that he hadn't experienced, but he reminded himself that he didn't know how familiar Tim was with encounters such as this, so he let him hold the reins. Well, after he unbuckled the restrictive piece of leather that was holding his pants in place, that is.
"You don't have to take it easy on me," Tim breathed, writhing against Glen's body, moving his hands to undo his partner's own belt. "Because... I don't intend to go easy on you." He undid the buckle slowly, extremely slowly, still teasing Glen, fingers rubbing against his waist only slightly, just enough to make him whimper.
"Then... what are you doing... now..." Glen moaned at him, as Tim undid the button of his pants, again barely touching him, making Glen desperate for contact.
"This isn't easy, though, is it," Tim grinned at him wickedly, having now reached Glen's zipper. "Are you telling me you want more?"
Glen could have very easily shown Tim what he wanted; he wanted and needed more, he wanted it now, but Tim had him mesmerized, he'd taken him over. Glen was his, and all he could do was beg. "Yes, Tim," he groaned, electrified by Tim still stroking the skin at his waist, by the glint in his eye. He knew what was going to happen, or god, he hoped he did. "I want you to... oh, god..."
They understood each other so well; Tim didn't need any more encouragement than that. He knew what Glen wanted and he was only too happy to give it to him, as he finally, after all that teasing and touching, relieved Glen of the rest of his clothing. Glen saw him grin again, at the sight of how hard he was, but he never expected what he got. He expected more teasing, but Tim had other ideas, wrapping his lips around Glen's hard cock straight away, taking all of him into his mouth, and it was all he could do not to come right then.
Any thoughts he'd had of Tim being inexperienced had left him long ago. Tim knew exactly what he was doing; he knew exactly how to work him, swirling his tongue around the shaft as he sucked him, already in rhythm. Glen felt himself get close, extremely close, as he cried Tim's name, unable to hold anything back, when... Tim stopped. He was just about to go over the edge, and he stopped? This was teasing on a whole new level.
Tim slid his lips up the shaft now, placing a couple of kisses on the head of Glen's cock, again making him cry out, but he was being careful not to tip him right over the edge. He didn't want to stop. Glen tasted so fucking good, and he'd wanted all of him. Just not yet. Still grinning, he slid himself back up Glen's body to kiss him again. "What... the hell... you're... evil," Glen moaned at him, breathlessly.
"Maybe I am," Tim whispered. "Or maybe I'm saving you for something else..."
Glen lifted an eyebrow, though he wasn't sure how he'd found the motor-skills to do so. He decided right then to turn the tables, as sure, he loved being dominated, but dominating was just as fun at times. He switched their positions so that he was atop Tim now, smirking down at him and going back to working at his jeans, trying to get the final barriers of fabric out of the way. “Yeah well...” he spoke throatily. “Now you'll have to fight through me to get there...” he whispered, making sure he positioned his fingers just right to run at least a little bit of skin along Tim's shaft, through his boxer-briefs, as he undid the zipper. And when he heard a whimper of pleasure coming from his partner, he smirked evilly. “Time to pay the piper, Connolly...” he rasped.
“Who said I'm even gonna want to fight?”
“Good...I might like a little fight, but...you'll enjoy this...” Glen promised.
Tim glanced down at Glen, curious as to what he had planned. That was something that not even Chris had realized about Tim...that he liked to watch...liked to see the magic happen as it went down, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to see someone that he'd heard...so much about...do his thing. He watched as Glen slowly removed his final barriers of clothing, discarding them to the floor with the accumulating pile of clothes, and smirked.
On his way back up to Tim's hips, Glen ran his fingers teasingly up his legs, his thighs and grabbed hold of his hips. But he didn't take Tim in. No, not yet. Instead ran his tongue up his partner's shaft, swirling his tongue around his head once he got there, lapping up a bit of the pre-cum that had oozed out. Tim's taste was almost intoxicating, and he found himself feeling almost drunk-but not quite. He wrapped his mouth around Tim's cock finally, sliding all the way down until he felt the head tickling the back of his throat. And the escalating moans coming from the direction of the headboard of Glen's bed were something like music. He massaged Tim's length gently with his tongue, and began to bob and suckle his way back up, continuing those motions until he thought that Tim was about to topple over the edge. And then, just as Tim had, he stopped.
“Unh...” he heard Tim cry.
“Not very nice is it...” he chuckled a bit.
"No... you're... you're fucking good, though..."
"You're not so bad yourself," Glen smirked up at him. "In fact... you're amazing... how do you know..."
"I just know," Tim said, finding himself underneath Glen again. "Like I said... you just have to... let go," loving the feeling of someone's weight against him. He missed this. Even though it was totally different from when he was with Chris, it was still good, it was better than good. Knowing he could still get someone to surrender to him, knowing someone still wanted him... it was exactly what he'd needed.
"Or..." Tim began again, one hand running over Glen's back, another wandering towards Glen's cock. "Don't let go... as it were..." He grabbed hold of Glen and gripped hard, his free hand now moving to squeeze his ass at the exact same time. He heard Glen cry out again as he started pumping his fist, and he loved seeing Glen's face in ecstasy. He loved knowing that he was doing this to someone. He didn't get long to enjoy that moment, though, as he soon lost coherent thought again. Glen was doing the same to him, already moving fast, as he leaned his head back and cried out.
How he managed to keep a rhythm going he had no idea. Glen was so good at this; his hand was so tight around his cock, he moved it in just the right way, and Tim bucked his hips in time with him, sure that he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. The feeling of Glen's hardness in his hand only added to that feeling; he had him as tight as he could, he was as close as Tim was, moaning right beside his ear, moaning his name.
"G... Glen..." Tim murmured, so near to seeing stars. "Glen... I want you to..." he gasped, as he tried to say what he wanted. This was amazing, but he could think of something even better.
"What," Glen said, slowing down slightly, but squeezing Tim even tighter.
"I want you to..."
"Say it," Glen growled, gripping Tim as hard as he could, as Tim yelped out with pleasure.
"Fuck me," Tim cried out now, not sure how the hell he'd managed to hold on.
"Is that what you want?" Glen said, still in a growl.
"Yes. Yes, please, do it," Tim whispered, trying to catch his breath.
"You want me... all of me... inside you?"
Tim closed his eyes and gasped again. Glen had loosened his grip but was still running his fingers up and down his shaft. "Yes, I want it, please, Glen, fuck me... do it hard..."
It was Glen's turn to get a wicked glint in his eye. He maneuvered their bodies around as Glen moved his legs so that they were beneath Tim's, and reached over into the bedside table for a tube of lubricant, making sure that he was lubed up as well as he could possibly be, so that he didn't hurt Tim. Even though he wanted to be fucked, hard, Glen wasn't the type to hurt someone. He positioned himself perfectly so that he was pressed right against Tim's entrance, and pulled him into a sitting position, astraddle Glen's thighs. He searched his lover's eyes for any doubt, any uncertainty whatsoever, and when he found none, he slowly raised his own hips, pressing a little harder against Tim's entrance.
"This is... new..." Tim whispered, still looking into Glen's eyes, resting his hands on Glen's shoulders.
"Really? You've never..."
"Oh, I have. Just... never like this."
Glen grinned at him. "I promise... you'll like it..." He pressed harder again, still not quite enough for Tim, as he gasped slightly.
"Teasing me again, are you..."
"Maybe I just like hearing you ask for it."
"You're evil. But you're so... fucking good..." Tim whispered as finally, Glen slid inside him, slowly, but easily. His breathing became shallower as he adjusted to the feeling, that feeling he'd missed so much. Glen stopped, again not moving, again looking into his eyes, and Tim knew what he had to do.
"Please," he moved to whisper in Glen's ear. "Don't hold back. I want this... I need this..."
Glen shuddered at the feeling of Tim's breath on his ear, and raised his hips even more, slowly pushing himself all the way inside of Tim and moaning a little at the feeling of his partner's heat around him. It was a suffocating heat, almost enough to take Glen's breath away. And he began to slowly move in and out of Tim, slowly mostly because he didn't know how used to...manners such as this...Tim was.
“This isn't hard...” Tim grunted a bit once he felt Glen slide all the way inside him. And yeah, it was nice, but it was neither what he wanted or what he needed.
“I just...”
“Over-thought again?”
“Basically.”
Tim chuckled a little, though the feeling of Glen inside him made his cock throb, and he decided then that it needed a little attention. He lifted his hand to grip it, but one of Glen's hands cut him off, gently gripping the pulsating shaft, matching his movements with the motions of him sliding in and out of Tim. And it was driving Tim insane. He groaned a little, but made sure that Glen could tell that the moan was that of a pleased nature. “So fucking good...”
The sound of Tim's voice made Glen push a little harder, and he was pretty sure, by then, he must have brushed against his partner's prostate at least once.
Tim wasn't sure how he was still capable of thought, but he was somehow aware of how strange it was that he was on top, but Glen was in total control of him. Not that he was complaining, far from it. Glen was giving him total attention, and he reveled in it.
"I said before..." he whispered again, "you don't have to take it easy... on me..." He gasped as Glen pushed inside him again. He was moving faster now, definitely hitting the right spot. "Glen... oh... harder... do it harder..."
The sound of Tim moaning his name only brought Glen closer to the edge, and he couldn't deny Tim what he wanted any longer. He thrust into him deeper now, harder and faster, and hearing Tim's cries of pleasure let him know he was doing it right; that he'd found the rhythm.
Tim was holding on to Glen for what felt like dear life now; he was so close, he knew Glen was so close too, and if he let go he might collapse from so much pleasure, from Glen fucking him so hard, so right, and even though he wanted it to go on for so much longer he couldn't hold back anymore...and he didn't. He cried out in a final second of ecstasy, and felt his body shudder in one of the most intense orgasms he had ever felt in his life. He released himself all over Glen's chest and cried his name in...such a manner that caused Glen to follow suit. With a final propulsion forward, Glen's body was wracked with an absolutely incomparable pleasure, and he found himself clinging to Tim to keep himself from falling off the face of the Earth. They tumbled back to the bed unceremoniously, Tim's head laying against Glen's shoulder, as though any type of movement would ruin the absolutely indescribable feeling of...God, Glen didn't even know.
“That was...” Tim spoke in a deep, breathy, husky voice, though he was unsure how to finish the sentence.
Glen had him covered, though, a grin spreading across his face as he looked up into his lover's eyes and bit his lip. “...mind-blowing?” he raised his eyebrows and winked.
Tim laughed and nodded, shrugging a shoulder. “That pretty much covers it, yeah...thank you...”
"You don't have to thank me... I should be thanking you..."
"No. Not just... for that... for..." Tim was still trying to catch his breath.
"It's okay. I know," Glen said quietly, grinning at him. "You're me, remember."
~
"Glen."
Glen stirred, not wanting to wake up. The night couldn't be over yet... his eyes focused on the neon display of the alarm clock and he realized it wasn't. 5am. They must have fallen asleep. He turned over to see Tim sitting on the bed, now fully clothed.
"I'm sorry, Glen. I don't want to leave. I really, truly don't, but if I'm not in our hotel in the morning it'll be more than my life's worth."
"I understand," Glen said, still sleepily, trying to sit up. "It's okay. You can use the phone in the living room... call a cab..."
"Thanks. I didn't want to leave you without saying something. I don't want you to think I didn't enjoy that. It was incredible. It really was. I'll never forget it."
"I won't either, Tim. Thank you. Really."
"That was the other thing. I remembered what I was trying to say earlier. You made me realize something I should have known a long time ago. What happened to you, with Joe... he didn't have a choice. And I know it hurt like hell. But Chris... had a choice. He had a choice and he chose to leave, and he chose not to tell me. It's time I saw that."
Glen smiled. "I'm glad you see that, Tim. It wasn't my place to say..."
"You didn't have to say it. You showed me," Tim returned the smile. "And, Glen... about Marc. I know you probably don't want to hear this right now, but don't run away from him. He loves you. It's scary, of course it is. But you deserve to be loved. You deserve someone who wants to be with you. Go to him. Let him love you. You'll regret it if you don't."
Glen didn't answer for a while, before finally smiling again. "You're one of a kind, you know that? Thank you."
"You're welcome. Goodbye, Glen."
"Goodbye, Tim."
Glen listened to him go; heard him use the phone before leaving. He lay back and sighed. The next time he saw him, he realized, he'd probably be taking a face off against Marc. The irony was not lost on him, but he knew one thing. As he imagined that scenario, it wasn't Tim he focused on. It was Marc. Tonight had been incredible, but it wasn't love. Love lay elsewhere.
Have you seen what I've made beneath the wreckage?
Just suffer through the dust and there you'll find
The color of a night that burned out from us.
Surrounded by it's glow our city lies.
Wait for a love that never dies and you've lost life.
One overdoes just to survive.
We'll shine this time. We'll make headlines
Will you live in hope or dark desire?
What can I say? Fuck love give me fire.
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