Scar Tissue 17 - Passion III : Release 1.2
Title: Scar Tissue 17 - Passion III: Release
Author: Chayenne7
Pairing: Bill/Tom
Rating: NC17 (finally!!!)
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: In a world where marriage is nothing more than a business agreement Bill and Tom are forced to get married. Bill soon finds out that Tom is carrying the wounds of a horrible trauma on his soul. Can you heal someone who has already bled out? Can you give meaning to a life which has lost all meaning?
Scar Tissue 17 - Passion III : Release
Tom had to hold him up, Bill was so exhausted, as he led him into the bedroom to their bed. He lowered the other boy onto the mattress and kneeled in front of him, taking both Bill’s hands in his and kissing first one than the other.
“Desire is just desire, my love,” he said and smiled up at him encouragingly as Bill squirmed in front of him pressing his knees together. “I don’t care where this one has come from, but it’s a chance for me to take care of you. I wish you could see it that way too:”
Bill nodded meekly, then lowered his eyes.
“The lamp, Tomi...” he whispered.
“Of course,” the blond boy smiled again and stood to turn off the gas lights. For a long moment colourful spots danced in front of his eyes, but when they got used to the darkness, Tom could make out Bill’s figure in the middle of the bed, propped up on their many pillows.
He quickly shed his shirt and let it drop on the floor absently. The thought of being able to touch Bill lit a fire inside of him, that almost resembled the kind of feeling that used to pump his member full of blood. Almost. Those restless hours after he had heard Bill pleasuring himself in the confines of his room, had left Tom sensitised and aroused. Only a hard-on was lacking, but he conscionsly tried to ignore his frustration and concerntate on Bill instead.
His husband’s body was practically vibrating by the time Tom had lain down next to him.
“Tomi...” Bill moaned and for a moment Tom was unable to do anything, except run his fingers along the side of Bill’s face, breathing heavily on his husband’s lips, soaking up the heat radiating from his every pore. It was almost too much, too good, an overload of the senses, because although they had been close before, sleeping in each other’s arms every night, embracing passionately in the past couple of weeks, that was still worlds apart from what Tom was about to do with Bill, to Bill, with Bill’s consent.
It had been so long, since Tom had touched another human being in an explicitly sexual way. So incredibly long since he had wanted to. It had been Kai. He could feel the memories surge up from the deepest recesses of his mind, but before he could began to panic, Bill moaned again, whispered his name again pleadingly, tilted his head in an angle that could not be misinterpreted and Tom had forgotten about anything else but him.
He touched his lips against Bill’s softly and when Bill whimpered and strained up for more, Tom sighed and finally allowed himself to let go. Bill felt amazing in his arms. He was warm and soft and smelled sweet, despite everything he had gone through during the day and Tom licked into his mouth, drinking his saliva, kissing him deeper he had ever been in him, while his hands roamed over Bill’s side, his thighs, grabbing the swell of a tiny asscheek and massaging it. Bill arched his back beautifully and threw his head back, gasping for air, unconsciously offering his swan neck to Tom.
“Oh...oh...” he panted as Tom licked and kissed and nipped at his neck, suckled on is Adam’s apple and dipped his tongue in the hollow of his neck. Tom didn’t stop there. He moved lower, until he had found the tiny bead of one of Bill’s nipples. When he latched onto it and sucked, Bill gave a blissful cry. Tom moaned involuntarily and his eyelashes fluttered as Bill practically stuffed his nipple into his mouth for some more attention.
Tom had expected his husband to be passionate because of the aphrodisiac, but it was more than that. The aphrodisiac might have awakened this desire in Bill, but at this point it was all it could do. Without a new dose, it was gradually wearing off, leaving Bill with a strong arousal, but could not force strange behaviour on him anymore, merely loose his inhibitions. Tom liked to imagine that the way Bill was reacting to his touches, to the pleasure he was giving him, was genuine and came only from Bill. It was fairly easy to believe, almost to be expected, since in spite of his natural shyness, Bill was a very passionate young man who never did anything half-heartedly.
As Tom’s fingers reached Bill’s hipbone, Bill’s body twisted, tilting his hip up so that Tom could stroke it better, more. Tom immediately leaned down and dragged his lips over his husband’s sensitive side. He could feel Bill’s desperate erection brushing his neck as he did so, and Bill arched up for more contact at once, almost throwing Tom off him.
“Ssh, baby...” Tom held him down gently kissing his belly soothingly.
“Tomi, please, do something...” Bill almost sobbed. “I can’t take it anymore...”
He had hours behind him of seemingly endless, torturous desire wracking his body, Tom knew Bill was at his wit’s end, but he also knew that this time this aggressive, demanding desire had to be met with a release potent enought to satisfy its hunger appropriately. And that kind of release could only come from the hands of another person. So Tom breathed hot kisses along Bill’s skin, where it met the waistline of his pyjama pants, and as he reached Bill’s clothed erection, he pressed his face against it, rubbing it with his cheek, feeling its outlines, its heat, and his eyes fluttered shut from the heady realisation of the fact that he was actually between Bill’s thighs, touching him intimately.
“Oh, Tomi...” Bill groaned and his legs fell apart easily, inviting Tom to do more, begging him to do more as he lifted his head and his fingers tangled into Tom’s blond locks, tugging on them needily. Tom smiled and kissed Bill’s wrist lovingly.
“I know, my love...” he whispered. “Try to be patient...”
Bill keened and slumped back against the pillows. He was weeping again, but that was part of the deal now and Tom refused to feel bad about it. He ghosted his fingers along the throbbing line of Bill’s hidden erection then leaned down to press kisses onto it. The material was drenched under his lips and the sharp smell of sexual desire and free-flowing pre-come made Tom almost lightheaded. He remembered this smell - it was impossible to forget. Not quite the same, but essentially yes, so enticing, so rewarding, making him bury his nose in the middle of it and inhale deeply. God, it had been so long. He felt like a new-born, taking his first exploring steps again. It was a good thing that Bill needed his release dragged out, because Tom could not have proceeded faster either.
After he got enough of the maddening smell, Tom had to get a taste too. With trembling fingers, he undid the drawstring of Bill’s pants and lifted the waistline over his husband’s straining erection. Bill gave a small cry as cool air had finally surrounded the core of his desire and raised his hips involuntarily, humping thin air in his desperation. Tom used the opportunity to drag the pants all the way down to Bill’s thighs and then settled again to bewonder the sight in front of him. As the silvery light of the moon painted the bedroom with a palette of monochrome there was just enough light for Tom to be able to make out the outlines of Bill’s body, but he just knew, his husband was as perfect as Tom had expected him to be.
“Billy...” the words tumbled out of his mouth feverishly. “So beautiful, my love...”
Then he took his first taste.
He began at the base of Bill’s cock, laving at the hot, moist skin with almost obsessive attention and his heartfelt moans of appreciation mingled with Bill’s hoarse sounds. Tom had to hold him down forcefully, and it was not easy, but he was determined. Tom loved doing this, had always loved using his mouth and he knew he was probably orally fixated a bit too. The best thing about it though was the same as with any kind of sex that went beyond the physical: knowing that your actions brought pleasure and happiness to your partner. It satisfied more than Tom’s body. It satisfied his soul as well.
For a while Tom did nothing more than lick at the hard, hot flesh, alternating it with tiny sucks on the throbbing vein running along it, because he knew the moment he took Bill in his mouth, Bill would come. Tom had to drag it out as long as he could, if he wanted to keep his promise of making it better for Bill. He cradled the soft sack of Bill’s balls in his hand and kept rolling them gently, while with his other hand, he had a firm grip on his husband’s hip. He wished so much he could go ever lower, to get a taste of the most intimate place of Bill’s body, but he didn’t feel he had the right yet, not without Bill’s full consent at least, given when he was in full possession of his mental capacities.
“Tomi, Tomi, please...” Bill was begging so beautifully and his near hysteric panting went straight to Tom’s groin, setting it on fire, and Tom could feel he was leaking, but no erection formed in his pants. Still, it was better and more than anything he had ever experienced in years. Tom pressed his hips down into the mattress and rubbed against it leasurely, while Bill’s fingers tangled into his hair, tugging and pulling and urging him to take that final step at last. Tom closed his eyes and sighed. His mouth was full of Bill’s taste, his noise full of Bill’s scent, and he was lying between Bill’s thighs where no-one had ever lain before. He was where he was meant to be.
“I love you so much...” he murmured against the velvety skin of Bill’s member and he wanted to cry because he was sure he would lose all this in a matter of days. He wished he could say he could not take a loss of such magnitude a second time, but if there had been a lesson learned, it was that the amount of pain and suffering a human being could take had practically no limit. Hearts just wouldn’t break and stop beating even after a person had completely bled out.
When Tom realised he was actually weeping, he squeezed his eyes shut and wrapped his mouth around the head of Bill’s cock, willing his tears to stop. It came totally out of the blue for Bill, who gave a sharp cry and almost doubled up. Tom teased his slit with the tip of his tongue mercilessly, dipping into it again and again, but always pulling away before Bill could go over the edge. In a matter a seconds Bill was pleading and crying and moaning so loudly that Tom was sure could be heard all over the floor. When he started fucking Tom’s mouth with erratic little thrusts Tom didn’t hold him down, but took it all as much as he could, enjoying the way Bill was using him without realising, and when the sharp taste of come finally burst on his tongue, he swallowed greedily, sucking out every single drop and then some, his heart filling to the brim with love and contentment and his ears with Bill crying out his name repeatedly.
Lost in the beauty of that moment, Tom felt like a coin which was tossed but remained suspended in mid-air for a small eternity. In the vacuum of pefection all his troubles melted away.
Then he fell back down and realised it was possible to come without being hard.
TBC