Ch23. TrainBoyz
Title: The Masquerade Series X2 - #23 "TrainBoyz"
Authors: catlover2x and fred_bear aka jennybel75
Chapter: 23 of many.
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Nick/ Greg
Disclaimers: We don't own them, it'd be nice if we did - we really wouldn't get any sleep then!
Summary: Mysterious strangers and sexy suits. The sun and the moon collide.
This is a series of Role Plays and Fantasies between the boys. Each will have two parts, 1 for Greg and 1 for Nick, their fantasy being fulfilled by the other. There will be as many parts as we have ideas for. Enjoy!
A/N: Just to let ya'll know we're still having much fun with this, we love each other and have pledged never to date a man born on 9/11 again!
Warning: Sudden excessive rimming.
My baby got going when the train got rolling (Liz Phair)
Part A: Nick
I’d always wanted to take a decent trip by train and now it was finally happening. Some of my colleagues and I were heading to a conference via the Coast Starlight, an overnight trip. The scenery along the route is supposed to be the most beautiful of all routes in America. I can’t tell you how excited I was, geeky I know.
I was having a glass of wine in the Parlour car, staring out the window but I couldn’t see a thing other than the faces of my parents.
My father was disappointed in me and my mother was getting worried because I was approaching 38 and wasn’t even engaged. They wanted to know what was going on with me and I couldn’t tell them. All my siblings bar one were married and had kids. I knew my parents loved me and wanted the best for me. The word faggot was never said in my house; they were referred to as homosexuals but they were definitely a “they”.
The careful little world I’d built up was crumbling around me as I sat there, staring unseeing out the window as the big wild world out there rushed past. It made me sick.
“Would you care to try the merlot, sir?”
The waiter stood there, a polite impersonal smile on his face as he waited for me to make up my mind.
“Yes, please.” As he turned to go, my eyes dropped and I glanced past him to see the man I’d been searching for all my life, the man I’d been running from.
He was sitting at a table looking out the window, sipping a glass of something pale and amber. He lifted the glass and took a sip, swiping his tongue around the rim. I gasped at the sight and I was instantly hard.
That did not just happen. Breathlessly, I turned toward the window again, trying to compose myself and my raging hard-on. The rhythm of the rolling wheels wasn’t helping at all. I could feel the vibration of the train shaking my ass. I had just gotten it under control again when I felt a presence next to me and the waiter served my wine.
The late afternoon sun shone into my eyes and I took advantage of it to shift in my seat; when I did, I casually glanced over to see if he was still there. I wanted a better look at him. That first glimpse was overpowering but no one could actually be that good-looking. This was a nightmare; no sooner had my parents jumped on my case than all my doubts and fears coalesce into one slender, sexy, beautiful man and he’s here on the same train!
His spiky hair was a nice contrast to his suit, a slim, dark one of European cut with a lavender shirt, no tie. The collar was open several buttons, giving me just a glimpse of skin and his chest looked smooth, just how I like it. He slouched in his chair toying with his glass between long slender fingers, looking remote and sad.
As if he’d sensed me staring at him he looked up and our eyes met. In that instant, I swear, it was as if our souls touched. I know my mouth was hanging open and his was too. An elusive, erotic haze shimmered in the air between us and set my blood on fire.
His eyes, so soft and deep, looked straight at me and instantly I was drowning in his gaze. It was like he was looking right into my innermost self. My cock twitched. It took everything I had to turn my head away, but I managed it. I knew he was staring at me, but I turned away first. I waited for him to leave.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him walk away, his step perfectly in synch with the movement of the train. Fuck! What a time for this to happen to me! His broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist and hips, just like a swimmer. His ass was round and tight, almost boyish and he had that lithe, loose gait that always whispered flexible to me. He paused and looked back over his shoulder at me, shook his head slightly and then turned and walked back toward me.
I adjusted myself in my seat, trying my time-honoured trick of thinking of dismembered body parts to quell my cock, but this time it didn’t seem to be working. I crossed my legs as he came closer.
“Have you tried the sherry? I think you’d like it.”
I swear he knew that I was hard for him. “No, but thank you for the recommendation,” I said coolly, looking out the window. I was afraid to look at him, but slowly, inexorably my head turned. Did I say he looked sad? His lips curled in a slow, wicked smile.
“It’s very good. I enjoyed it.”
When it was obvious I wasn’t going to answer, he left and I drew a sigh of relief. Although he knew I was looking, he had an innocent, proud little smile on his lips, completely at odds with the sinful sway of his hips as he walked the car. His pale, creamy skin contrasted sharply with his dark eyes and curly hair. His right cheek showed a little constellation of moles in the shape of a triangle. He had cute little sticking out ears and the most beautiful nose I’ve ever seen, man or woman. But it was all about the eyes for me.
That said, on a train with my colleagues is not where I wanted to come charging out of the closet. And I had to think about my parents, what they wanted, what they expected from me. If I didn’t love them as much as I did, it would have been so much easier. All my life I’d thought my attraction to men was just an odd kick in my gallop and that I’d get over it and get married, settle down, raise a bunch of kids. All my life I’d shied away from settling into a relationship with a guy. For men it’s easy to go to a bar, pick up some guy, fuck him and that’s it. Hell, sometimes it’s preferable. But just lately I’d been thinking about biting the bullet and finding some nice woman and settling down with her; there were plenty of them out there, it’s just that there was always something missing.
I got up to walk back to my roomette, musing over my life and my choices. I was deep in thought when somebody grabbed my belt and yanked me through a partially opened door.
“Hey, let go of me or I’ll-” I brought my fists up.
“Or you’ll what?” he asked, all mischievous and smiling. He kissed me before I could say another word. God, his lips were so warm, so soft; I just stood there tasting the sweetness of his kisses. I felt his hands stroking my back and a hard, warm body against mine. Usually I didn’t kiss my one night stands, but his kiss was demanding, insistent and I felt my mouth opening, yielding to him.
A man’s kiss is so different from a woman’s, all heat and force and aggression, and yet he kissed me softly as if he could claim my soul through that alone. As if he could taste my inner self and know me, through and through. He kissed as if he already possessed my mouth and it belonged to him alone.
His hands were between us, fumbling at the buttons of my shirt. As he opened them, I felt his fingers, slightly cool against my hot flesh, as he explored my chest lightly, just skimming over my skin. He slid the shirt off my shoulders, stroking the length of my arms in the process while I just stood there, allowing him to do as he wished with me.
Sparks had ignited in my body and were dancing around trying to burst out. I didn’t even realise I’d been waiting to be told what to do next until he gently released my lips and backed away to unbuckle my belt. I stood passively while my zipper was dragged down with frustrating slowness, He stepped closer and his arms circled me, his hands sliding down to my ass, cupping each cheek as he pressed me closer, rubbing himself firmly against my aching groin.
Finally I moved my hands, lightly tracing up the line of his spine, feeling him arch against me with a sexy little noise, like the purring of a cat. He’d taken off his jacket before he captured me, so I eased his shirt out of his waistband and slid my hands under it, feeling the hard muscle and soft skin of his back.
He pressed against me harder and for the first time ever, I began to worry that I might pop my cork before I even got my clothes off. Those slender arms were surprisingly strong as he pulled me close, his mouth trailing down the side of my neck, gently biting the crook of my shoulder possessively.
I pulled away from him and he looked up at me, his eyelids heavy, his eyes dark with lust and filled with passion, his lips swollen from our kisses. His smile was soft, languorous, as if he liked what he saw.
I dropped my hands to my jeans, meaning to strip them off, but he shook his head wordlessly. His breathing was unsteady as he reached for me again, sliding his hands under my jeans and boxers. I jerked my hips forward as he cupped my buttocks, feeling his arousal through the thin fabric of his pants.
He was a sensual man and even though I was gasping and clearly aroused, he took his time, caressing my ass as if he was memorizing it. His palms circled each cheek and I felt his fingers dig into my muscles. I groaned with the aching slowness of his silent seduction.
My hands went to his pants, unfastening them and pulling them down on his lean hips. I could feel his slender body trembling and became aware that I too was shaking. My emotions were following suit, lust, desire, tenderness and something more dangerous that I wasn’t willing to name.
He hooked his thumbs in my jeans and slid them tantalizingly down my legs as he sank to his knees. Carefully he lifted one foot, then the other, taking off my boots and socks, slipping one leg of my jeans off, then the other. I stood over him clad only in my boxers. He smiled up at me, still with that spark of something wickedly alluring in his eyes.
He ran his hands up my legs and under my boxers, carefully avoiding the tent I was making in them, touching me simply. It was more erotic than if he’d grabbed me by my balls and deepthroated me. As if I was worth him taking his time to discover me.
He tugged at the hem of my boxers and eased them over my erection. I shuddered partly due to the cool air hitting my skin, but mostly because I was now exposed to his searching gaze and I wanted him to find me worthy.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly.
Nervously I covered myself with my hands, but he pulled them away gently.
“Don’t cover yourself. I want to see you.” His soft voice caressed me, soothed the ache in my soul, the ache of never being able to be the man I really was.
This was nothing like the fast, desperate fucks in the back hall of a club, or the drunken nights with someone whose name I never got and wouldn’t have remembered even if I did. I barely unzipped for those, took my cock out and gave it to them.
Now I was the one on display for him as he knelt at my feet, still fully clothed while I stood naked and vulnerable before him.
I groaned again as I felt the first hot swipe of his tongue over the end of my cock. He knelt, clasping the back of my thighs to prevent me from moving away and just licked me, tasting me as if I was his favourite new flavour. I watched my cock disappear between his softly curved pink lips and the sight made me shiver wantonly with lust. As my legs began to shake, he pushed me back gently against the narrow bed and my knees buckled.
He spread my thighs, moving close to take me deeper. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He made little whimpering noises as he sucked me slowly, his tongue catching the swollen vein under the ridge in just right way to make my hips start to move. I was hard and aching now and I dropped my head against the cushion, thrusting gently into his mouth.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to cum,” I panted.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said soothingly. “You can come now if you want or later when I’m inside you. Whatever you like.”
My muscles tensed and I quivered with excitement when I heard that. He smiled up at me, his eyes gentle and his creamy skin flushed a pale rose before bending his head to take me in his mouth again. He closed his eyes and moaned around my shaft, sliding his hands slowly over my thighs. Very slowly he pulled off me, lingering over the head of my cock as if reluctant to let it go.
He manoeuvred my body onto the narrow bed so that I was lying flat on my back, looking up at him. He undressed quickly, his body covered with a light sheen of sweat. He was so beautiful, I enjoyed every inch of his creamy, smooth skin as he revealed himself, lithe, slim and angular, just the build I liked most.
When he lowered himself onto me, I gasped as the silky, hot skin of our groins met for the first time, dragging slowly over each other as we moved together. It felt so good to just hold him and move under his weight pressing me down. Our movements were slow and simple as we slid our cocks together, matching the driving beat of the wheels.
I arched up under him as I felt his mouth close around one of my nipples, already hard and begging for attention. He sucked softly and the sensation shot straight to my cock. When he took my nipple between his teeth and tugged gently, I cried out. No one had ever done that before and I was writhing under his ministrations.
I thought I knew my hot spots intimately. Ha. No one had ever taken the time to really explore my body like this man, no one had ever tongued my nipples so lovingly, then made me yelp by nipping at them suddenly, not hard enough to really hurt, just a splinter in the pleasure flowing straight to my groin. I never would have known how sensitive the curve just inside my hipbone was until I felt him kissing his way along the furrow, always avoiding my cock. He touched me in places no one else ever had, until I was blazing with a need that I’d never felt before.
He kissed his way down the inside of one leg, holding it to his mouth as he nibbled behind my knee. I never knew that could be so erotic, but he paid attention to every part of me in a way that no one else ever had. He was making love to every inch of me. The majority of my sexual experience was focused on an urgent need to get off, my cock and my balls; that’s where I touched myself and I thought I was an expert. If I was horny, I could get myself off in under five minutes.
I was beginning to see that maybe the race didn’t go to the swift after all, rather to those who took the most interesting route. I hoped this would last forever.
In my other encounters with men, I’d always been the dominant one; I took charge, I undressed them and took them, hard. With him I was the one taking orders, meekly moving under his hands as he positioned me, rolling me on the narrow bed as he devoured every part of me.
Finally he turned me onto my stomach and I tensed, remembering what he’d said earlier about being the one to take me. It wasn’t as if I’d never bottomed, I just didn’t like it as much, partly because I didn’t like the initial pain and partly because I just felt more in control topping.
I felt him straddling my hips and involuntarily I clenched my muscles, almost expecting him to plunge right in, splitting me apart. I should have known that wasn’t his way. Instead, I felt his hands on my shoulders, slick with some lotion as he rubbed the tension away. He worked his hands down my back, finding every knot of tension and patiently working it out. I could feel his balls drag across my skin as he moved over me. His touch melted me, turning my bones to liquid as he massaged me.
He started exploring me with his mouth, following the path of his hands down my spine to my ass. I couldn’t help lifting my buttocks up to meet him as he licked me. I felt the mattress dip as he backed away from me, pulling my hips up until I was kneeling, my head buried in the pillow. I figured the time had come and tried to unclench my ass.
But instead his hands pulled my cheeks apart gently and his tongue stroked down the length of my cleft, so softly that I moaned with the sheer thrill of it. It took all I had to hold myself steady, I wanted to either fall helplessly onto the bed or thrust my ass back against him. I’d never felt this before and with the first touch, I surrendered to him completely, opening myself to him in ways I never had with any other lover.
He kissed me and licked me as if I were delicious, vibrations from his humming made it all that much more intense for me. He feathered little kisses around my entrance, as if waiting for my response. I hope I pleased him for the sounds being wrenched from my throat were completely new and exotic to me.
His hands were steady on my hips, holding me while his fingers caressed me lightly. Suddenly he flattened his tongue against my opening. I groaned, pushing back against him. Oh my God, this was heaven! I was squirming, panting for more.
He flicked his tongue over me quickly and blew, the light stimulation making me moan with desire. One of his hands was rubbing my ass soothingly as he pointed his tongue and gently slid it into me. I jumped with surprise but it was so warm and so wet, it felt fantastic.
As I felt myself relax, his tongue took me deeper, sliding it in and out softly. Fireworks were exploding in my gut and my ears were ringing; trust me, there is nothing like this. One of his hands was on my cock and I started rocking between the sensation of his tongue in my ass and his fist firmly guiding me to the most shattering orgasm of my life.
He placed several pillows under my hips and guided me to lie on my stomach again. I was gasping for breath, sweaty, chest heaving as I tried vainly to find the words to thank him, tell him just how unbelievable it had been.
He left me then and weakly I raised my head to see what he was doing. He smiled at me as he held up lube and a condom.
The mattress dipped and I felt a warm hand stroke my side. Suddenly it seemed as if every inch of me was an erogenous zone as his hand slid over me.
“I want to make love to you, be inside you. Would you like that too?”
Unable to speak, I merely nodded eagerly and raised my ass up to meet his hand as he stroked me. I heard the click of the lube cap and his hand was back, fingers slick and sliding between my buttocks. Now that I knew just how much pleasure his touch on that part of my body could give me, I was less reluctant, in fact I was eager to feel him inside me.
My hips were jerking as he entered me with one finger, pushing inside slowly, allowing me time to get used to the stretch. The burn melted into pure pleasure as he searched for and found the sensitive gland. He took his time again, stroking inside my passage, brushing over the spot that no one had ever touched before. God, I was hard as a rock again and that never happened any more.
The feeling of having someone work my cock was more direct; whereas this feeling was as if he’d lit a fire inside me and the glow was spreading to every inch of my body. The pleasure was indescribable. He worked another finger inside and I groaned again as I yielded to him, feeling myself stretch to accommodate him, flexing my hips to rub my cock against the pillows.
The third finger made me feel so full. I thought about some of my hurried encounters where I jammed in a finger, then two, then slammed into the guy. I shook my head over my ignorance. I had never taken the care with anyone that he showed my body. I felt worshipped.
As he fingered me, sliding slowly in and out of my body, I relaxed into his touch. I trusted him like I’d never trusted another person and we’d only exchanged ten sentences or so. When he pulled his fingers out, I looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back at me so lovingly.
I felt him behind me and he spread my legs. I heard the sound of the condom packet being torn open and then felt his warmth between my thighs, his hands resting softly on my hips.
“Please,” I whimpered, giving in to the need to have him possess me, claim me and make me his. “Please, I want you… need you… inside me…”
“Shhhhh,” he murmured.
I relaxed under his hands and felt his shaft touch me, bumping lightly against my opening. I opened for him as he pushed in slowly. It still did burn a little, but I knew that he wouldn’t hurt me. I surrendered as I felt him slide in to the hilt, immediately feeling him against my prostate. I groaned with the pleasure so finely concentrated inside me, sending waves of bliss to my balls and cock.
He was large enough that when he moved inside me, all of him pressed against my sweet spot and I could feel my body jerking in response to every thrust.
“God, you are so tight. I knew you would be good, we would be good.” His voice was unsteady as he thrust into me.
“Deeper, take me, make me yours,” I moaned, pushing my ass back at him.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he panted.
“Hurt me,” I growled and threw myself back against him even harder. I reached for my cock but he slapped my hand away, twining his fingers through mine and holding them flat on the mattress. I felt as if we were rocking into each other with the rhythm of the wheels on the tracks.
He bit down on my neck and I felt his warmth across my back as we moved together, reaching for the edge. His cock was driving into me mercilessly now, fucking me relentlessly and the feelings continued to build. I was crying out now, lost as I floated on waves of sensation that I’d never felt. The pleasure cascaded through my body, lifting me to planes of rapture I never thought existed before.
He continued to thrust into me relentlessly, penetrating me so deeply that my orgasm took me by surprise, hot liquid baptizing my stomach as he pounded me to oblivion. I was vaguely aware of his cries as he jerked deep inside me, spilling his pleasure into my body. I was overwhelmed by him. I surrendered to him, I was his.
Part Deux: Greg
The sherry went down smoothly, a rich, complex, nutty flavour, the warmth cutting through the cold loneliness. I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, watching the sunlight through the golden wine and took a sniff, breathing the aroma in deeply. It made me think of sex. Everything made me think of sex these days, it had been so damn long for me. I took another sip and absently ran my tongue around the rim of the glass.
I caught sight of a guy watching me, dark eyes smouldering with need and the promise of sex. His skin had a golden hue like the sherry and he gleamed in the sunshine pouring over him from the window. He looked muscular like a cowboy, dressed in a faded blue shirt and worn denims. Ha! Cowboy boots.
Now what gay man doesn’t want to ride a cowboy? Our eyes met and I swear it was as if our souls touched in that moment. This was more than just the look that gay men exchange, identifying each other in public without a word. I was intensely aware of my own body under his gaze, how my fingers moved, of my legs, crossing them, the rise and fall of my chest as my breath quickened.
He was interested, I knew it. I’m not good at one night stands, so I got up to go, but I felt his eyes on my back, yearning for me to turn around. I couldn’t resist that sort of attention so I looked and he was still watching me. I walked back and talked to him. Instantly, he was stricken dumb with embarrassment, blushing and unable to respond to the casual comment I made about the sherry. And yet I could swear he was dying for me. Wanting me.
Oh well, if he can’t speak up, I’m not going to make him. I walked away. I was on a train with some colleagues heading for a conference and I didn’t need the complications. I’d kept myself under cover and safe for so long that it had become second nature to me. Just another beautiful guy that I couldn’t have. Add him to the list.
Then I realized he was following me. Well, maybe not following me exactly, but certainly coming this way. I left the door to my room partly open and waited. He was bigger than me, stronger. If I grabbed him and he wasn’t interested, he could get away, no problem. I had no fear that he would beat me up, we’d recognized each other as belonging to the same community. And underlying the lust evident in his eyes, I saw a kind, compassionate man. A lonely man. A kindred spirit.
I admit I was being a bit mischievous when I grabbed his belt and hauled him inside, but I really didn’t expect that we’d do anything. I thought maybe we’d have a laugh, meet for a drink later and exchange numbers at best.
But after I dragged him into my room, he raised his hands and demanded to be let go. I laughed. He was just a pussycat, he wouldn’t hurt me. And there was something about his eyes; he looked so sad, so bereft, so alone that before I knew it I was kissing him.
His response blew me away. It was as if no one had ever made love to him before. I guess that’s not so hard to believe; lots of gay men do nothing more than fuck in the back room of a club, a real slam, bam, thank you Sam. If you only get your pants down to mid thigh, there’s a lot you can’t manage to do.
When I got his clothes off, I almost creamed myself right there. He was incredibly beautiful, built like a Greek god, his lines refined and elegant, his skin was tanned, hips lean with long muscular legs. And his cock, God, I fell to my knees to worship that cock.
I like to taste my lovers, lick and suck every part of them that they let me touch. After I tasted his cock, his balls, his nipples, I knew I wanted him. I wanted him bad. Actually, I think I needed him.
When I give my heart I give it for a long time, so I have to be careful of the recipient. I’d wanted this guy more than I’d wanted anyone in a long time. I’d wanted an encounter, a quickie, I was so horny and it had been so long. Now I’d left myself open without even realising it. The feel of his hard length pressing against my thigh made me so happy to know that someone somewhere wanted me that much. His eyes were so soft, so yielding as I touched him, surprised, as if this was a first for him. I’ll never forget those eyes, the need in them. Fuck, now everywhere I went I’d be searching for them, never again finding what I wanted in the shielded eyes of men protecting themselves against the world.
We’d fallen asleep tangled together after I made love to him. Maybe it was the sherry, maybe it was the week of doubles behind me, but I never heard him get up and dress, leaving me alone until the lock clicked as he shut the door behind him.
I had rolled over then, face down, and I admit, I blotted a few tears in the pillows. I had no reason to expect anything more, we’d hardly spoken during our entire encounter. I listened to the ker-chunk of the wheels on the tracks. The irresistible rhythm that drove me before now made me feel empty and mournful.
I’d made love to him, not just fucked him and I’d fucked myself over in the process. Why do I do this to myself? I leaned my hot forehead against the cool glass, watching the darkened moonlit landscape rush past the window of the rocking car.
I knew that I’d remember him forever, but memory is a cold comfort in an empty bed. I didn’t even know his name or where he lived, never had a chance to ask, “What do you do?”
I stood up and put my clothes back on, listening to the sound of the wheels on the tracks so intently that I never heard the door open. I’d forgotten to lock it after he left.
“Champagne?”
“Wrong room, I didn’t order any,” I said without looking around.
“I thought you might like to share mine.”
I turned around. It was him. He was back. I stood huddled against the window, my arms wrapped tightly around my waist and I know my mouth dropped open. He still gleamed like gold in spite of the silver light of the moon spilling through the window.
“What are you doing here?” When all I really wanted to ask was, do you care about me? Do you want me? Could you love me?
“What do you think?” he asked with that charming, easy smile of his. I hugged myself tighter. He was teasing me and I knew it.
“I thought… I thought… you didn’t want…” I know I was staring at him and I saw his smile fade.
He put the champagne and glasses down carefully and walked toward me.
“I wasn’t running away, babe.”
I felt his hand on my shoulder, strong, warm and confident and I felt goose bumps all over my body. For some reason this simple touch shook me to the core and I started to tremble.
He pulled me closer and kissed me. I melted into his touch. I could feel his breath on my neck and his hands sliding over my back. I wondered if I would ever get tired of his kisses. I felt his hunger, his need for me as well as something tender and protective, as if his kisses were promises.
Earlier I was the one who had led, now I could only stand submissively as he explored me possessively, not as if he owned me but as if he cherished me and wanted to take care of me. I watched his face, his emotions clearly readable as they chased over it.
He pushed my hands to my sides and unbuttoned my shirt as if I were a little boy.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered and I almost laughed. I was skinny, pale, gangly and I’d never thought of myself as attractive but reflected in his eyes I was beautiful, sexy, desirable and able to inspire the passionate, lustful expression on his face.
He pushed my shirt off my shoulders to the floor and for a moment I thought about how wrinkled it would be in the morning, but I gave up caring when he licked a line down my neck, sucking gently at my collarbone. I moaned quietly trying to hold myself still.
His hands were warm on my chest. I braced myself against the window, feeling the cool glass against my flushed skin. In the moonlight, my skin glowed pale against his. I was breathing harder and my head dropped back against the window when he rolled my nipples between his fingers. They were so sensitive and when he took one in his mouth, nibbling with gentle teeth, I just groaned.
“Oh, God!”
He sucked with more enthusiasm and my knees started to wobble when his hands went to my waistband. He unbuttoned and unzippered my pants, shoving them down to my knees. My boxers were next and his hands lingered on my sides, stroking gently as he pushed them down.
I was aroused but taken a little off guard and touched as well when he took my pants off completely and hung them in the closet, as if he cared how I would look when I leave this car tomorrow. He came back for my shirt and I gave him a grateful, if tentative smile.
He kissed me again, deeply and passionately, resting his forehead against mine afterwards as he caught his breath. I was more than turned on to be standing here naked in front of him, as he had been for me earlier.
“You taught me more about making love tonight than I’d ever learned in my whole life,” he said throatily. “I want to show you what I learned.”
I smiled at him, feeling a bit shaky. If I felt bad before how was I going to feel in the morning after he left again? But I couldn’t say no to having this beautiful man make love to me. I knew I’d be jacking off to this encounter for years, no matter how devastated I would be when we had to say goodbye.
Warm strong hands snaked around my waist as he admired my body and I wrapped mine around his shoulders as we kissed again. I started to unbutton his shirt but he caught my hands, holding them away from him.
“It’s your turn. Let me…”
I nodded and he stroked my chest again, his eyes following the path of his hands. Slowly he sank to his knees and I shuddered as he took me into his mouth, his hands holding my hips firmly against the window. The room was dark except for the light of the moon and I know the train was moving too fast for anyone to see me, but it added to my feelings of vulnerability and exposure. The sense of danger.
I couldn’t help but watch as he sucked me and when he groaned with pleasure, the vibration shivered through my sensitive skin. He squeezed my ass and pulled me into him, moving my hips. I was braced against the glass, my knees locked so that I could remain standing as his tongue swirled around my shaft, his teeth grazing gently on the sensitive ridge. He licked down my shaft and nuzzled under it to suck my balls. I heard someone moaning and realised it was me as my hips bucked unsteadily. By the time I came, he was practically supporting my weight with his hands. I sagged limply against the window as he stood, grinning as he watched me try to catch my breath.
“I guess I did okay, huh?”
Fucker. Damn him, he knew it was more than okay. I glared at him, but he continued to smirk proudly as he held me up. I waited for him to leave again but he just held me. His cologne must have been some kind of aphrodisiac, added to the fact that I was naked against his clothed body, because I was getting hard again. His muscles felt so hard and warm under his shirt. I wanted to touch them forever, I wanted them and him to be mine to come home to, to know he was waiting to be there forever. I sighed.
“The moon is full tonight, look.”
He turned me in his arms so I could see out of the window. I leaned back against his solid warmth, my hands over his as he hugged me from behind. The trees were dark against the sky, the stars bright and the moon lit us with a silvery glow, a lover’s light. I knew it was the only night I would have with him and I swallowed hard. I was determined to enjoy what I had in this moment and damn the consequences when they came.
His lips were on my neck and I could feel a hot bulge nudging at the valley between my buttocks. He still wanted me. His hips were moving slowly as he slid himself against my ass. I pushed back against him.
He lifted my hands to the glass, planting them on either side of my head and gave them a little pat, as if saying, don’t move, stay right there. I felt the roughness of his jeans dragging against my skin as he slid to his knees. He pulled my hips back, bending me forward a bit and his hands gently parted my cheeks. I could feel his hot breath and I shivered in anticipation. When I had made love to his ass I got the feeling he’d never experienced that before, so I wasn’t sure he would have the nerve to go through with this.
“You don’t have to,” I said.
“I want to, want to so bad…” His whisper was shaky.
I jumped as his tongue slid down the crease, lingering over my opening. It felt glorious. In my previous encounters with men I’d mostly bottomed, even though I was a switch and I’d always given this to my lovers but no one had ever given it to me. I thought that was just the way things were going to be yet this man, this beautiful man, who didn’t even know my name was giving me this intimate gift. I couldn’t help crying out when his tongue began to explore me. It was a glorious, unbelievable feeling. I felt so vulnerable with him making me spread my trembling legs, opening myself to him, helpless to pull away.
All these new feelings were hitting me at once. His tongue was amazing and his hand on my cock stroked me till I came with a strangled moan. There was nothing to compare to coming with this man’s tongue in my ass.
He held me as I strained to catch my breath, standing behind me with his arms wrapped around me. He whispered in my ear.
“I want to make love to you, be inside you.”
“Please…” I whimpered. Sorry, but I could barely speak.
“Can you stand?”
I nodded and turned my head to him, kissing him. He moved away and I caught sight of him reflected in the window I was leaning against. The moonlight was bright enough that it was almost like a mirror. I watched his muscles rippling as he bent to take off his clothes, flinging them onto a chair with none of the care he’d showed when handling mine.
I gasped as his warm body pressed against mine. When I felt the cool lube on his fingers as he slid them in the cleft of my ass, I couldn’t help but push back against him. His finger was gentle as he entered me, pressing into me slowly. I exhaled and relaxed as I took him inside.
“So tight, and fuck, you’re so hot.”
He still held me with one arm around my waist as he kissed the back of my neck. He twisted his finger slowly, searching for my sweet spot, giving a warm little chuckle when I jerked in his arms as he stroked over it.
“Gotcha,” he whispered.
So pleased with himself, but fuck, I was pleased with him too. As long as he kept going, I don’t think I could bear for him to stop now.
He inserted another finger, very carefully loosening my muscles. The feeling of his fingers in my ass was so erotic and hot, my cock was lengthening again, lying heavy against my thigh. That never happened anymore. He pulled his fingers out and turned away. I could hear him tear open a packet and there was a pause as he rolled on the condom.
He slid his cock in the sensitive cleft as he ran his palms over my stomach and up to pinch my nipples. I was moaning and writhing against him, as if I were a virgin and this was my first time. In a way it was my first time… and my last, I reminded myself. This was just one night, nothing more, no matter how much I might want it to be.
He bent me forward, pulling my hips toward him and I could see his face in the window as he entered me, his teeth biting his lip, his eyes rolling back as his lashes fluttered shut. His cock was so big, so thick and I felt the familiar burn as I stretched to accommodate his girth. I saw my own face, frightened and pained, excited and flushed as he pushed past the tight ring of muscle to claim me deeply. I groaned with sheer pleasure as he unerringly located that spot that makes me shiver with delight.
He opened his eyes and our gaze locked in the reflection. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t - those deep brown eyes held me there, telling me the things that I so wanted to believe. This was more intimate than fucking, watching his face as he started to move inside me. I felt so full and so beautiful and I needed more of him. I couldn’t speak as I clenched my muscles around him, wanting to make this good for him, giving him the pleasure of my body.
I could see my cock, fully erect and standing up in front of me as our bodies moved together. It was weirdly erotic and sensual watching this beautiful man as he worked in and out of me. The feeling of his cock sliding past that spot, filling me so deliciously made me feel so sexy. That he was so hard and hot inside me made me feel like he really wanted me. As if this wasn’t just another anonymous fuck for him.
It almost felt as if he was jacking me off from the inside; he was big enough to fill me, pressing on the magic spot as he moved in and out. I wish I could have seen his cock, but I could only see the movement and his face, contorted with ecstasy as he drove into me, his arms clutching at me, holding me in place as if he never wanted to let me go.
He slowed down and I almost cried out in frustration. I was flying with his cock in my ass and I wanted more, I wanted him to go faster.
As if he knew how badly I wanted him to continue, he cradled me in his arms and whispered soothing sounds in my ear. We stood for a moment totally still but for our breathing.
“I want it to last…”
“You’re killing me…” I whimpered.
“I want it to be the best for you…”
“It already is…”
He started moving again and my cock jumped. I wanted to reach for it, touch myself, get myself off but he had my arms pinned at my sides so I leaned my head back on his shoulder, surrendering to his control. I was floating in some headspace where there was nothing but sensation and our glowing reflection in the window. I felt as if his cock was propelling me to a level of pleasure that I’d never reached before. Never would again.
His cock touched me at the core, a brand burning inside me, marking me as his. I cried out as I started to come, without either of us touching my cock, spurting my seed over the window. I could see him watching me, fascinated, his eyes flicking between my jerking cock and my face, and he started fucking me harder. My body was rocked by his violent thrusts and I could feel the warmth inside me as he spilled himself into the condom. He drove into me with one last savage thrust as he came.
I kept my eyes open but he closed his and I watched him, knowing it was the last time I would see that beautiful face. We were both trembling, sweaty and spent, but I held onto his arms desperately, trying to delay the moment when he left me again. I moaned as I felt his cock slip from my body, finally breaking the connection between us.
~*~
Nick stretched and picked up his bag as Warrick flagged down a cab. The train ride had been longer than he’d expected or maybe he was just tired from his encounter with the beautiful, cocky young man he’d met in the club car.
His friend hadn’t asked where he’d been for the hours he’d been missing from the room they shared. It had been very late when he slipped in after having a quick shower and stripped down, sliding under the covers in solitude. He hadn’t slept. His mind was racing, going over and over every little moment of the time he’d spent in the young man’s arms.
Control was an important issue for him. He’d never had sex where he’d given up control and he was a bit shaken at how much he’d enjoyed it. But something had driven him back to that room as if he had to prove to the young man that he could take the control from him, be the one to lead the dance.
Nick knew that he’d caught the young man at a vulnerable moment although he wasn’t quite sure what was going on for him. He’d gotten what he wanted, he’d put his mark on the younger man’s body but, but it wasn’t enough. Now he wanted more, so much more.
They hadn’t even said twenty sentences to each other and yet Nick knew with an unshakeable certainty that the younger man belonged to him, with him. As he belonged to the other man.
He was silent in the taxi as they rode to the hotel.
“Tired?” Warrick asked.
“Yeah,” Nick admitted.
“I thought the train ride was supposed to be relaxing,” the black man said. “Check it out, you were wandering around all night instead of in your bed. What’s up?”
“Oh, just had some stuff on my mind,” Nick said vaguely.
“Hummm, yeah, right.” Warrick glanced at his friend. “Nervous?”
“Should I be?”
“It’ll be okay.”
Nick nodded. He trailed after Warrick into the hotel. It was close to the conference center and he could get a run in everyday they were here. He checked in, picking up his key card.
“Now why the hell did they put us on different floors?” Warrick fumed. “We travel together, we’re friends, we’re going to the same conference. Shit.”
“S’okay, ’Rick,” Nick said soothingly. “The hotel is packed and I made my reservation late.”
Still grumbling, Warrick got off on his floor. Nick rode the elevator to his floor and got off, finding his room. He tossed his bag onto the bed and crossed to the connecting door, unlocking it before tapping out a morse code message.
The door opened and Greg stood there smirking at him, clad only in pyjama pants that hung low on his hips.
“Isn’t it supposed to be SOS? What does SOC stand for?”
“Save our cocks,” Nick answered smugly.
Greg giggled his charming little laugh as Nick hugged him.
“Warrick’s all worried that I’m tired and upset because I came back our berth on the train so late.”
“I’m the one who should be upset, I have to give a presentation tomorrow.” Greg ran his fingers through his hair, making it even spikier than it usually was.
“Is that why you wore the suit?”
“Yeah, I need it for tomorrow and besides, I thought maybe I’d look hot enough to seduce you on the train.”
“God,” Nick’s voice shuddered. “When I saw you in the club car, fuck… I wanted to jump you right there. Why didn’t you tell me you were gonna be on the train? We could have been in the same room.”
“I wanted to surprise you.” Greg kissed Nick deeply and the older man shuffled toward the bed, using his weight to fall to the mattress, bringing Greg down on top of him.
“Mmm, baby, you really get going when the train starts rolling don’t you?”
“Well, I can’t help it, something about the vibration coming up through the seats. Doesn’t it kind of hit you in the balls?”
“Nope, not at all,” Nick lied.
“Fucker.”
“Okay, it does, but nothing gets me going like when you get going. You were very wicked, the way you yanked me into your room like that,” he murmured, nuzzling Greg’s neck. “Do you have any idea just how fucking beautiful you are?”
Greg rolled them onto their sides, facing each other. “You’re the one who’s beautiful, not me.”
“I was watching you in the window when I fucked you. You were like, glowing in the moonlight and your eyes were so huge and your cock was so hard. Fuck, when you came all over the window, that was so hot, I just blew it right there.”
Greg shook his head bemusedly and ran his hand over Nick’s arm. “You’re beautiful, you’re hard and tan, all muscly with a gorgeous face and ass-”
“So what did you call that again?”
“The dark kiss?”
“Yeah,” Nick laughed. “Did you make that up?”
“No, I read an essay on the internet.”
“An essay on rimming?”
“Yeah, a how to, you know? I wanted to try it and I wanted to make it good for you.”
“You make everything good for me.” Nick kissed his boyfriend and Greg arched up under him breathlessly. “I meant it, you know, you taught me more about making love than I ever learned before in my life,” he said throatily. “I want to spend the rest of my life learning with you.”
“Really?” Greg asked softly. “Sometimes I worry-”
“Not gonna happen,” Nick said firmly. “I’m not going anywhere. My parents’ll have to deal. You’re the only one I want in my life.”
Greg sighed happily. “Can we go to sleep now? I’m a little tired.”
“Sure,” Nick went to the windows and drew the drapes. He picked up his bag and tossed it onto the chair.
Greg pulled him down onto the bed. “Can I stay here with you?”
“Forever, baby,” Nick whispered. “Stay with me forever.”
Authors: catlover2x and fred_bear aka jennybel75
Chapter: 23 of many.
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Nick/ Greg
Disclaimers: We don't own them, it'd be nice if we did - we really wouldn't get any sleep then!
Summary: Mysterious strangers and sexy suits. The sun and the moon collide.
This is a series of Role Plays and Fantasies between the boys. Each will have two parts, 1 for Greg and 1 for Nick, their fantasy being fulfilled by the other. There will be as many parts as we have ideas for. Enjoy!
A/N: Just to let ya'll know we're still having much fun with this, we love each other and have pledged never to date a man born on 9/11 again!
Warning: Sudden excessive rimming.
My baby got going when the train got rolling (Liz Phair)
Part A: Nick
I’d always wanted to take a decent trip by train and now it was finally happening. Some of my colleagues and I were heading to a conference via the Coast Starlight, an overnight trip. The scenery along the route is supposed to be the most beautiful of all routes in America. I can’t tell you how excited I was, geeky I know.
I was having a glass of wine in the Parlour car, staring out the window but I couldn’t see a thing other than the faces of my parents.
My father was disappointed in me and my mother was getting worried because I was approaching 38 and wasn’t even engaged. They wanted to know what was going on with me and I couldn’t tell them. All my siblings bar one were married and had kids. I knew my parents loved me and wanted the best for me. The word faggot was never said in my house; they were referred to as homosexuals but they were definitely a “they”.
The careful little world I’d built up was crumbling around me as I sat there, staring unseeing out the window as the big wild world out there rushed past. It made me sick.
“Would you care to try the merlot, sir?”
The waiter stood there, a polite impersonal smile on his face as he waited for me to make up my mind.
“Yes, please.” As he turned to go, my eyes dropped and I glanced past him to see the man I’d been searching for all my life, the man I’d been running from.
He was sitting at a table looking out the window, sipping a glass of something pale and amber. He lifted the glass and took a sip, swiping his tongue around the rim. I gasped at the sight and I was instantly hard.
That did not just happen. Breathlessly, I turned toward the window again, trying to compose myself and my raging hard-on. The rhythm of the rolling wheels wasn’t helping at all. I could feel the vibration of the train shaking my ass. I had just gotten it under control again when I felt a presence next to me and the waiter served my wine.
The late afternoon sun shone into my eyes and I took advantage of it to shift in my seat; when I did, I casually glanced over to see if he was still there. I wanted a better look at him. That first glimpse was overpowering but no one could actually be that good-looking. This was a nightmare; no sooner had my parents jumped on my case than all my doubts and fears coalesce into one slender, sexy, beautiful man and he’s here on the same train!
His spiky hair was a nice contrast to his suit, a slim, dark one of European cut with a lavender shirt, no tie. The collar was open several buttons, giving me just a glimpse of skin and his chest looked smooth, just how I like it. He slouched in his chair toying with his glass between long slender fingers, looking remote and sad.
As if he’d sensed me staring at him he looked up and our eyes met. In that instant, I swear, it was as if our souls touched. I know my mouth was hanging open and his was too. An elusive, erotic haze shimmered in the air between us and set my blood on fire.
His eyes, so soft and deep, looked straight at me and instantly I was drowning in his gaze. It was like he was looking right into my innermost self. My cock twitched. It took everything I had to turn my head away, but I managed it. I knew he was staring at me, but I turned away first. I waited for him to leave.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him walk away, his step perfectly in synch with the movement of the train. Fuck! What a time for this to happen to me! His broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist and hips, just like a swimmer. His ass was round and tight, almost boyish and he had that lithe, loose gait that always whispered flexible to me. He paused and looked back over his shoulder at me, shook his head slightly and then turned and walked back toward me.
I adjusted myself in my seat, trying my time-honoured trick of thinking of dismembered body parts to quell my cock, but this time it didn’t seem to be working. I crossed my legs as he came closer.
“Have you tried the sherry? I think you’d like it.”
I swear he knew that I was hard for him. “No, but thank you for the recommendation,” I said coolly, looking out the window. I was afraid to look at him, but slowly, inexorably my head turned. Did I say he looked sad? His lips curled in a slow, wicked smile.
“It’s very good. I enjoyed it.”
When it was obvious I wasn’t going to answer, he left and I drew a sigh of relief. Although he knew I was looking, he had an innocent, proud little smile on his lips, completely at odds with the sinful sway of his hips as he walked the car. His pale, creamy skin contrasted sharply with his dark eyes and curly hair. His right cheek showed a little constellation of moles in the shape of a triangle. He had cute little sticking out ears and the most beautiful nose I’ve ever seen, man or woman. But it was all about the eyes for me.
That said, on a train with my colleagues is not where I wanted to come charging out of the closet. And I had to think about my parents, what they wanted, what they expected from me. If I didn’t love them as much as I did, it would have been so much easier. All my life I’d thought my attraction to men was just an odd kick in my gallop and that I’d get over it and get married, settle down, raise a bunch of kids. All my life I’d shied away from settling into a relationship with a guy. For men it’s easy to go to a bar, pick up some guy, fuck him and that’s it. Hell, sometimes it’s preferable. But just lately I’d been thinking about biting the bullet and finding some nice woman and settling down with her; there were plenty of them out there, it’s just that there was always something missing.
I got up to walk back to my roomette, musing over my life and my choices. I was deep in thought when somebody grabbed my belt and yanked me through a partially opened door.
“Hey, let go of me or I’ll-” I brought my fists up.
“Or you’ll what?” he asked, all mischievous and smiling. He kissed me before I could say another word. God, his lips were so warm, so soft; I just stood there tasting the sweetness of his kisses. I felt his hands stroking my back and a hard, warm body against mine. Usually I didn’t kiss my one night stands, but his kiss was demanding, insistent and I felt my mouth opening, yielding to him.
A man’s kiss is so different from a woman’s, all heat and force and aggression, and yet he kissed me softly as if he could claim my soul through that alone. As if he could taste my inner self and know me, through and through. He kissed as if he already possessed my mouth and it belonged to him alone.
His hands were between us, fumbling at the buttons of my shirt. As he opened them, I felt his fingers, slightly cool against my hot flesh, as he explored my chest lightly, just skimming over my skin. He slid the shirt off my shoulders, stroking the length of my arms in the process while I just stood there, allowing him to do as he wished with me.
Sparks had ignited in my body and were dancing around trying to burst out. I didn’t even realise I’d been waiting to be told what to do next until he gently released my lips and backed away to unbuckle my belt. I stood passively while my zipper was dragged down with frustrating slowness, He stepped closer and his arms circled me, his hands sliding down to my ass, cupping each cheek as he pressed me closer, rubbing himself firmly against my aching groin.
Finally I moved my hands, lightly tracing up the line of his spine, feeling him arch against me with a sexy little noise, like the purring of a cat. He’d taken off his jacket before he captured me, so I eased his shirt out of his waistband and slid my hands under it, feeling the hard muscle and soft skin of his back.
He pressed against me harder and for the first time ever, I began to worry that I might pop my cork before I even got my clothes off. Those slender arms were surprisingly strong as he pulled me close, his mouth trailing down the side of my neck, gently biting the crook of my shoulder possessively.
I pulled away from him and he looked up at me, his eyelids heavy, his eyes dark with lust and filled with passion, his lips swollen from our kisses. His smile was soft, languorous, as if he liked what he saw.
I dropped my hands to my jeans, meaning to strip them off, but he shook his head wordlessly. His breathing was unsteady as he reached for me again, sliding his hands under my jeans and boxers. I jerked my hips forward as he cupped my buttocks, feeling his arousal through the thin fabric of his pants.
He was a sensual man and even though I was gasping and clearly aroused, he took his time, caressing my ass as if he was memorizing it. His palms circled each cheek and I felt his fingers dig into my muscles. I groaned with the aching slowness of his silent seduction.
My hands went to his pants, unfastening them and pulling them down on his lean hips. I could feel his slender body trembling and became aware that I too was shaking. My emotions were following suit, lust, desire, tenderness and something more dangerous that I wasn’t willing to name.
He hooked his thumbs in my jeans and slid them tantalizingly down my legs as he sank to his knees. Carefully he lifted one foot, then the other, taking off my boots and socks, slipping one leg of my jeans off, then the other. I stood over him clad only in my boxers. He smiled up at me, still with that spark of something wickedly alluring in his eyes.
He ran his hands up my legs and under my boxers, carefully avoiding the tent I was making in them, touching me simply. It was more erotic than if he’d grabbed me by my balls and deepthroated me. As if I was worth him taking his time to discover me.
He tugged at the hem of my boxers and eased them over my erection. I shuddered partly due to the cool air hitting my skin, but mostly because I was now exposed to his searching gaze and I wanted him to find me worthy.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly.
Nervously I covered myself with my hands, but he pulled them away gently.
“Don’t cover yourself. I want to see you.” His soft voice caressed me, soothed the ache in my soul, the ache of never being able to be the man I really was.
This was nothing like the fast, desperate fucks in the back hall of a club, or the drunken nights with someone whose name I never got and wouldn’t have remembered even if I did. I barely unzipped for those, took my cock out and gave it to them.
Now I was the one on display for him as he knelt at my feet, still fully clothed while I stood naked and vulnerable before him.
I groaned again as I felt the first hot swipe of his tongue over the end of my cock. He knelt, clasping the back of my thighs to prevent me from moving away and just licked me, tasting me as if I was his favourite new flavour. I watched my cock disappear between his softly curved pink lips and the sight made me shiver wantonly with lust. As my legs began to shake, he pushed me back gently against the narrow bed and my knees buckled.
He spread my thighs, moving close to take me deeper. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He made little whimpering noises as he sucked me slowly, his tongue catching the swollen vein under the ridge in just right way to make my hips start to move. I was hard and aching now and I dropped my head against the cushion, thrusting gently into his mouth.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to cum,” I panted.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said soothingly. “You can come now if you want or later when I’m inside you. Whatever you like.”
My muscles tensed and I quivered with excitement when I heard that. He smiled up at me, his eyes gentle and his creamy skin flushed a pale rose before bending his head to take me in his mouth again. He closed his eyes and moaned around my shaft, sliding his hands slowly over my thighs. Very slowly he pulled off me, lingering over the head of my cock as if reluctant to let it go.
He manoeuvred my body onto the narrow bed so that I was lying flat on my back, looking up at him. He undressed quickly, his body covered with a light sheen of sweat. He was so beautiful, I enjoyed every inch of his creamy, smooth skin as he revealed himself, lithe, slim and angular, just the build I liked most.
When he lowered himself onto me, I gasped as the silky, hot skin of our groins met for the first time, dragging slowly over each other as we moved together. It felt so good to just hold him and move under his weight pressing me down. Our movements were slow and simple as we slid our cocks together, matching the driving beat of the wheels.
I arched up under him as I felt his mouth close around one of my nipples, already hard and begging for attention. He sucked softly and the sensation shot straight to my cock. When he took my nipple between his teeth and tugged gently, I cried out. No one had ever done that before and I was writhing under his ministrations.
I thought I knew my hot spots intimately. Ha. No one had ever taken the time to really explore my body like this man, no one had ever tongued my nipples so lovingly, then made me yelp by nipping at them suddenly, not hard enough to really hurt, just a splinter in the pleasure flowing straight to my groin. I never would have known how sensitive the curve just inside my hipbone was until I felt him kissing his way along the furrow, always avoiding my cock. He touched me in places no one else ever had, until I was blazing with a need that I’d never felt before.
He kissed his way down the inside of one leg, holding it to his mouth as he nibbled behind my knee. I never knew that could be so erotic, but he paid attention to every part of me in a way that no one else ever had. He was making love to every inch of me. The majority of my sexual experience was focused on an urgent need to get off, my cock and my balls; that’s where I touched myself and I thought I was an expert. If I was horny, I could get myself off in under five minutes.
I was beginning to see that maybe the race didn’t go to the swift after all, rather to those who took the most interesting route. I hoped this would last forever.
In my other encounters with men, I’d always been the dominant one; I took charge, I undressed them and took them, hard. With him I was the one taking orders, meekly moving under his hands as he positioned me, rolling me on the narrow bed as he devoured every part of me.
Finally he turned me onto my stomach and I tensed, remembering what he’d said earlier about being the one to take me. It wasn’t as if I’d never bottomed, I just didn’t like it as much, partly because I didn’t like the initial pain and partly because I just felt more in control topping.
I felt him straddling my hips and involuntarily I clenched my muscles, almost expecting him to plunge right in, splitting me apart. I should have known that wasn’t his way. Instead, I felt his hands on my shoulders, slick with some lotion as he rubbed the tension away. He worked his hands down my back, finding every knot of tension and patiently working it out. I could feel his balls drag across my skin as he moved over me. His touch melted me, turning my bones to liquid as he massaged me.
He started exploring me with his mouth, following the path of his hands down my spine to my ass. I couldn’t help lifting my buttocks up to meet him as he licked me. I felt the mattress dip as he backed away from me, pulling my hips up until I was kneeling, my head buried in the pillow. I figured the time had come and tried to unclench my ass.
But instead his hands pulled my cheeks apart gently and his tongue stroked down the length of my cleft, so softly that I moaned with the sheer thrill of it. It took all I had to hold myself steady, I wanted to either fall helplessly onto the bed or thrust my ass back against him. I’d never felt this before and with the first touch, I surrendered to him completely, opening myself to him in ways I never had with any other lover.
He kissed me and licked me as if I were delicious, vibrations from his humming made it all that much more intense for me. He feathered little kisses around my entrance, as if waiting for my response. I hope I pleased him for the sounds being wrenched from my throat were completely new and exotic to me.
His hands were steady on my hips, holding me while his fingers caressed me lightly. Suddenly he flattened his tongue against my opening. I groaned, pushing back against him. Oh my God, this was heaven! I was squirming, panting for more.
He flicked his tongue over me quickly and blew, the light stimulation making me moan with desire. One of his hands was rubbing my ass soothingly as he pointed his tongue and gently slid it into me. I jumped with surprise but it was so warm and so wet, it felt fantastic.
As I felt myself relax, his tongue took me deeper, sliding it in and out softly. Fireworks were exploding in my gut and my ears were ringing; trust me, there is nothing like this. One of his hands was on my cock and I started rocking between the sensation of his tongue in my ass and his fist firmly guiding me to the most shattering orgasm of my life.
He placed several pillows under my hips and guided me to lie on my stomach again. I was gasping for breath, sweaty, chest heaving as I tried vainly to find the words to thank him, tell him just how unbelievable it had been.
He left me then and weakly I raised my head to see what he was doing. He smiled at me as he held up lube and a condom.
The mattress dipped and I felt a warm hand stroke my side. Suddenly it seemed as if every inch of me was an erogenous zone as his hand slid over me.
“I want to make love to you, be inside you. Would you like that too?”
Unable to speak, I merely nodded eagerly and raised my ass up to meet his hand as he stroked me. I heard the click of the lube cap and his hand was back, fingers slick and sliding between my buttocks. Now that I knew just how much pleasure his touch on that part of my body could give me, I was less reluctant, in fact I was eager to feel him inside me.
My hips were jerking as he entered me with one finger, pushing inside slowly, allowing me time to get used to the stretch. The burn melted into pure pleasure as he searched for and found the sensitive gland. He took his time again, stroking inside my passage, brushing over the spot that no one had ever touched before. God, I was hard as a rock again and that never happened any more.
The feeling of having someone work my cock was more direct; whereas this feeling was as if he’d lit a fire inside me and the glow was spreading to every inch of my body. The pleasure was indescribable. He worked another finger inside and I groaned again as I yielded to him, feeling myself stretch to accommodate him, flexing my hips to rub my cock against the pillows.
The third finger made me feel so full. I thought about some of my hurried encounters where I jammed in a finger, then two, then slammed into the guy. I shook my head over my ignorance. I had never taken the care with anyone that he showed my body. I felt worshipped.
As he fingered me, sliding slowly in and out of my body, I relaxed into his touch. I trusted him like I’d never trusted another person and we’d only exchanged ten sentences or so. When he pulled his fingers out, I looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back at me so lovingly.
I felt him behind me and he spread my legs. I heard the sound of the condom packet being torn open and then felt his warmth between my thighs, his hands resting softly on my hips.
“Please,” I whimpered, giving in to the need to have him possess me, claim me and make me his. “Please, I want you… need you… inside me…”
“Shhhhh,” he murmured.
I relaxed under his hands and felt his shaft touch me, bumping lightly against my opening. I opened for him as he pushed in slowly. It still did burn a little, but I knew that he wouldn’t hurt me. I surrendered as I felt him slide in to the hilt, immediately feeling him against my prostate. I groaned with the pleasure so finely concentrated inside me, sending waves of bliss to my balls and cock.
He was large enough that when he moved inside me, all of him pressed against my sweet spot and I could feel my body jerking in response to every thrust.
“God, you are so tight. I knew you would be good, we would be good.” His voice was unsteady as he thrust into me.
“Deeper, take me, make me yours,” I moaned, pushing my ass back at him.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he panted.
“Hurt me,” I growled and threw myself back against him even harder. I reached for my cock but he slapped my hand away, twining his fingers through mine and holding them flat on the mattress. I felt as if we were rocking into each other with the rhythm of the wheels on the tracks.
He bit down on my neck and I felt his warmth across my back as we moved together, reaching for the edge. His cock was driving into me mercilessly now, fucking me relentlessly and the feelings continued to build. I was crying out now, lost as I floated on waves of sensation that I’d never felt. The pleasure cascaded through my body, lifting me to planes of rapture I never thought existed before.
He continued to thrust into me relentlessly, penetrating me so deeply that my orgasm took me by surprise, hot liquid baptizing my stomach as he pounded me to oblivion. I was vaguely aware of his cries as he jerked deep inside me, spilling his pleasure into my body. I was overwhelmed by him. I surrendered to him, I was his.
Part Deux: Greg
The sherry went down smoothly, a rich, complex, nutty flavour, the warmth cutting through the cold loneliness. I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, watching the sunlight through the golden wine and took a sniff, breathing the aroma in deeply. It made me think of sex. Everything made me think of sex these days, it had been so damn long for me. I took another sip and absently ran my tongue around the rim of the glass.
I caught sight of a guy watching me, dark eyes smouldering with need and the promise of sex. His skin had a golden hue like the sherry and he gleamed in the sunshine pouring over him from the window. He looked muscular like a cowboy, dressed in a faded blue shirt and worn denims. Ha! Cowboy boots.
Now what gay man doesn’t want to ride a cowboy? Our eyes met and I swear it was as if our souls touched in that moment. This was more than just the look that gay men exchange, identifying each other in public without a word. I was intensely aware of my own body under his gaze, how my fingers moved, of my legs, crossing them, the rise and fall of my chest as my breath quickened.
He was interested, I knew it. I’m not good at one night stands, so I got up to go, but I felt his eyes on my back, yearning for me to turn around. I couldn’t resist that sort of attention so I looked and he was still watching me. I walked back and talked to him. Instantly, he was stricken dumb with embarrassment, blushing and unable to respond to the casual comment I made about the sherry. And yet I could swear he was dying for me. Wanting me.
Oh well, if he can’t speak up, I’m not going to make him. I walked away. I was on a train with some colleagues heading for a conference and I didn’t need the complications. I’d kept myself under cover and safe for so long that it had become second nature to me. Just another beautiful guy that I couldn’t have. Add him to the list.
Then I realized he was following me. Well, maybe not following me exactly, but certainly coming this way. I left the door to my room partly open and waited. He was bigger than me, stronger. If I grabbed him and he wasn’t interested, he could get away, no problem. I had no fear that he would beat me up, we’d recognized each other as belonging to the same community. And underlying the lust evident in his eyes, I saw a kind, compassionate man. A lonely man. A kindred spirit.
I admit I was being a bit mischievous when I grabbed his belt and hauled him inside, but I really didn’t expect that we’d do anything. I thought maybe we’d have a laugh, meet for a drink later and exchange numbers at best.
But after I dragged him into my room, he raised his hands and demanded to be let go. I laughed. He was just a pussycat, he wouldn’t hurt me. And there was something about his eyes; he looked so sad, so bereft, so alone that before I knew it I was kissing him.
His response blew me away. It was as if no one had ever made love to him before. I guess that’s not so hard to believe; lots of gay men do nothing more than fuck in the back room of a club, a real slam, bam, thank you Sam. If you only get your pants down to mid thigh, there’s a lot you can’t manage to do.
When I got his clothes off, I almost creamed myself right there. He was incredibly beautiful, built like a Greek god, his lines refined and elegant, his skin was tanned, hips lean with long muscular legs. And his cock, God, I fell to my knees to worship that cock.
I like to taste my lovers, lick and suck every part of them that they let me touch. After I tasted his cock, his balls, his nipples, I knew I wanted him. I wanted him bad. Actually, I think I needed him.
When I give my heart I give it for a long time, so I have to be careful of the recipient. I’d wanted this guy more than I’d wanted anyone in a long time. I’d wanted an encounter, a quickie, I was so horny and it had been so long. Now I’d left myself open without even realising it. The feel of his hard length pressing against my thigh made me so happy to know that someone somewhere wanted me that much. His eyes were so soft, so yielding as I touched him, surprised, as if this was a first for him. I’ll never forget those eyes, the need in them. Fuck, now everywhere I went I’d be searching for them, never again finding what I wanted in the shielded eyes of men protecting themselves against the world.
We’d fallen asleep tangled together after I made love to him. Maybe it was the sherry, maybe it was the week of doubles behind me, but I never heard him get up and dress, leaving me alone until the lock clicked as he shut the door behind him.
I had rolled over then, face down, and I admit, I blotted a few tears in the pillows. I had no reason to expect anything more, we’d hardly spoken during our entire encounter. I listened to the ker-chunk of the wheels on the tracks. The irresistible rhythm that drove me before now made me feel empty and mournful.
I’d made love to him, not just fucked him and I’d fucked myself over in the process. Why do I do this to myself? I leaned my hot forehead against the cool glass, watching the darkened moonlit landscape rush past the window of the rocking car.
I knew that I’d remember him forever, but memory is a cold comfort in an empty bed. I didn’t even know his name or where he lived, never had a chance to ask, “What do you do?”
I stood up and put my clothes back on, listening to the sound of the wheels on the tracks so intently that I never heard the door open. I’d forgotten to lock it after he left.
“Champagne?”
“Wrong room, I didn’t order any,” I said without looking around.
“I thought you might like to share mine.”
I turned around. It was him. He was back. I stood huddled against the window, my arms wrapped tightly around my waist and I know my mouth dropped open. He still gleamed like gold in spite of the silver light of the moon spilling through the window.
“What are you doing here?” When all I really wanted to ask was, do you care about me? Do you want me? Could you love me?
“What do you think?” he asked with that charming, easy smile of his. I hugged myself tighter. He was teasing me and I knew it.
“I thought… I thought… you didn’t want…” I know I was staring at him and I saw his smile fade.
He put the champagne and glasses down carefully and walked toward me.
“I wasn’t running away, babe.”
I felt his hand on my shoulder, strong, warm and confident and I felt goose bumps all over my body. For some reason this simple touch shook me to the core and I started to tremble.
He pulled me closer and kissed me. I melted into his touch. I could feel his breath on my neck and his hands sliding over my back. I wondered if I would ever get tired of his kisses. I felt his hunger, his need for me as well as something tender and protective, as if his kisses were promises.
Earlier I was the one who had led, now I could only stand submissively as he explored me possessively, not as if he owned me but as if he cherished me and wanted to take care of me. I watched his face, his emotions clearly readable as they chased over it.
He pushed my hands to my sides and unbuttoned my shirt as if I were a little boy.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered and I almost laughed. I was skinny, pale, gangly and I’d never thought of myself as attractive but reflected in his eyes I was beautiful, sexy, desirable and able to inspire the passionate, lustful expression on his face.
He pushed my shirt off my shoulders to the floor and for a moment I thought about how wrinkled it would be in the morning, but I gave up caring when he licked a line down my neck, sucking gently at my collarbone. I moaned quietly trying to hold myself still.
His hands were warm on my chest. I braced myself against the window, feeling the cool glass against my flushed skin. In the moonlight, my skin glowed pale against his. I was breathing harder and my head dropped back against the window when he rolled my nipples between his fingers. They were so sensitive and when he took one in his mouth, nibbling with gentle teeth, I just groaned.
“Oh, God!”
He sucked with more enthusiasm and my knees started to wobble when his hands went to my waistband. He unbuttoned and unzippered my pants, shoving them down to my knees. My boxers were next and his hands lingered on my sides, stroking gently as he pushed them down.
I was aroused but taken a little off guard and touched as well when he took my pants off completely and hung them in the closet, as if he cared how I would look when I leave this car tomorrow. He came back for my shirt and I gave him a grateful, if tentative smile.
He kissed me again, deeply and passionately, resting his forehead against mine afterwards as he caught his breath. I was more than turned on to be standing here naked in front of him, as he had been for me earlier.
“You taught me more about making love tonight than I’d ever learned in my whole life,” he said throatily. “I want to show you what I learned.”
I smiled at him, feeling a bit shaky. If I felt bad before how was I going to feel in the morning after he left again? But I couldn’t say no to having this beautiful man make love to me. I knew I’d be jacking off to this encounter for years, no matter how devastated I would be when we had to say goodbye.
Warm strong hands snaked around my waist as he admired my body and I wrapped mine around his shoulders as we kissed again. I started to unbutton his shirt but he caught my hands, holding them away from him.
“It’s your turn. Let me…”
I nodded and he stroked my chest again, his eyes following the path of his hands. Slowly he sank to his knees and I shuddered as he took me into his mouth, his hands holding my hips firmly against the window. The room was dark except for the light of the moon and I know the train was moving too fast for anyone to see me, but it added to my feelings of vulnerability and exposure. The sense of danger.
I couldn’t help but watch as he sucked me and when he groaned with pleasure, the vibration shivered through my sensitive skin. He squeezed my ass and pulled me into him, moving my hips. I was braced against the glass, my knees locked so that I could remain standing as his tongue swirled around my shaft, his teeth grazing gently on the sensitive ridge. He licked down my shaft and nuzzled under it to suck my balls. I heard someone moaning and realised it was me as my hips bucked unsteadily. By the time I came, he was practically supporting my weight with his hands. I sagged limply against the window as he stood, grinning as he watched me try to catch my breath.
“I guess I did okay, huh?”
Fucker. Damn him, he knew it was more than okay. I glared at him, but he continued to smirk proudly as he held me up. I waited for him to leave again but he just held me. His cologne must have been some kind of aphrodisiac, added to the fact that I was naked against his clothed body, because I was getting hard again. His muscles felt so hard and warm under his shirt. I wanted to touch them forever, I wanted them and him to be mine to come home to, to know he was waiting to be there forever. I sighed.
“The moon is full tonight, look.”
He turned me in his arms so I could see out of the window. I leaned back against his solid warmth, my hands over his as he hugged me from behind. The trees were dark against the sky, the stars bright and the moon lit us with a silvery glow, a lover’s light. I knew it was the only night I would have with him and I swallowed hard. I was determined to enjoy what I had in this moment and damn the consequences when they came.
His lips were on my neck and I could feel a hot bulge nudging at the valley between my buttocks. He still wanted me. His hips were moving slowly as he slid himself against my ass. I pushed back against him.
He lifted my hands to the glass, planting them on either side of my head and gave them a little pat, as if saying, don’t move, stay right there. I felt the roughness of his jeans dragging against my skin as he slid to his knees. He pulled my hips back, bending me forward a bit and his hands gently parted my cheeks. I could feel his hot breath and I shivered in anticipation. When I had made love to his ass I got the feeling he’d never experienced that before, so I wasn’t sure he would have the nerve to go through with this.
“You don’t have to,” I said.
“I want to, want to so bad…” His whisper was shaky.
I jumped as his tongue slid down the crease, lingering over my opening. It felt glorious. In my previous encounters with men I’d mostly bottomed, even though I was a switch and I’d always given this to my lovers but no one had ever given it to me. I thought that was just the way things were going to be yet this man, this beautiful man, who didn’t even know my name was giving me this intimate gift. I couldn’t help crying out when his tongue began to explore me. It was a glorious, unbelievable feeling. I felt so vulnerable with him making me spread my trembling legs, opening myself to him, helpless to pull away.
All these new feelings were hitting me at once. His tongue was amazing and his hand on my cock stroked me till I came with a strangled moan. There was nothing to compare to coming with this man’s tongue in my ass.
He held me as I strained to catch my breath, standing behind me with his arms wrapped around me. He whispered in my ear.
“I want to make love to you, be inside you.”
“Please…” I whimpered. Sorry, but I could barely speak.
“Can you stand?”
I nodded and turned my head to him, kissing him. He moved away and I caught sight of him reflected in the window I was leaning against. The moonlight was bright enough that it was almost like a mirror. I watched his muscles rippling as he bent to take off his clothes, flinging them onto a chair with none of the care he’d showed when handling mine.
I gasped as his warm body pressed against mine. When I felt the cool lube on his fingers as he slid them in the cleft of my ass, I couldn’t help but push back against him. His finger was gentle as he entered me, pressing into me slowly. I exhaled and relaxed as I took him inside.
“So tight, and fuck, you’re so hot.”
He still held me with one arm around my waist as he kissed the back of my neck. He twisted his finger slowly, searching for my sweet spot, giving a warm little chuckle when I jerked in his arms as he stroked over it.
“Gotcha,” he whispered.
So pleased with himself, but fuck, I was pleased with him too. As long as he kept going, I don’t think I could bear for him to stop now.
He inserted another finger, very carefully loosening my muscles. The feeling of his fingers in my ass was so erotic and hot, my cock was lengthening again, lying heavy against my thigh. That never happened anymore. He pulled his fingers out and turned away. I could hear him tear open a packet and there was a pause as he rolled on the condom.
He slid his cock in the sensitive cleft as he ran his palms over my stomach and up to pinch my nipples. I was moaning and writhing against him, as if I were a virgin and this was my first time. In a way it was my first time… and my last, I reminded myself. This was just one night, nothing more, no matter how much I might want it to be.
He bent me forward, pulling my hips toward him and I could see his face in the window as he entered me, his teeth biting his lip, his eyes rolling back as his lashes fluttered shut. His cock was so big, so thick and I felt the familiar burn as I stretched to accommodate his girth. I saw my own face, frightened and pained, excited and flushed as he pushed past the tight ring of muscle to claim me deeply. I groaned with sheer pleasure as he unerringly located that spot that makes me shiver with delight.
He opened his eyes and our gaze locked in the reflection. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t - those deep brown eyes held me there, telling me the things that I so wanted to believe. This was more intimate than fucking, watching his face as he started to move inside me. I felt so full and so beautiful and I needed more of him. I couldn’t speak as I clenched my muscles around him, wanting to make this good for him, giving him the pleasure of my body.
I could see my cock, fully erect and standing up in front of me as our bodies moved together. It was weirdly erotic and sensual watching this beautiful man as he worked in and out of me. The feeling of his cock sliding past that spot, filling me so deliciously made me feel so sexy. That he was so hard and hot inside me made me feel like he really wanted me. As if this wasn’t just another anonymous fuck for him.
It almost felt as if he was jacking me off from the inside; he was big enough to fill me, pressing on the magic spot as he moved in and out. I wish I could have seen his cock, but I could only see the movement and his face, contorted with ecstasy as he drove into me, his arms clutching at me, holding me in place as if he never wanted to let me go.
He slowed down and I almost cried out in frustration. I was flying with his cock in my ass and I wanted more, I wanted him to go faster.
As if he knew how badly I wanted him to continue, he cradled me in his arms and whispered soothing sounds in my ear. We stood for a moment totally still but for our breathing.
“I want it to last…”
“You’re killing me…” I whimpered.
“I want it to be the best for you…”
“It already is…”
He started moving again and my cock jumped. I wanted to reach for it, touch myself, get myself off but he had my arms pinned at my sides so I leaned my head back on his shoulder, surrendering to his control. I was floating in some headspace where there was nothing but sensation and our glowing reflection in the window. I felt as if his cock was propelling me to a level of pleasure that I’d never reached before. Never would again.
His cock touched me at the core, a brand burning inside me, marking me as his. I cried out as I started to come, without either of us touching my cock, spurting my seed over the window. I could see him watching me, fascinated, his eyes flicking between my jerking cock and my face, and he started fucking me harder. My body was rocked by his violent thrusts and I could feel the warmth inside me as he spilled himself into the condom. He drove into me with one last savage thrust as he came.
I kept my eyes open but he closed his and I watched him, knowing it was the last time I would see that beautiful face. We were both trembling, sweaty and spent, but I held onto his arms desperately, trying to delay the moment when he left me again. I moaned as I felt his cock slip from my body, finally breaking the connection between us.
~*~
Nick stretched and picked up his bag as Warrick flagged down a cab. The train ride had been longer than he’d expected or maybe he was just tired from his encounter with the beautiful, cocky young man he’d met in the club car.
His friend hadn’t asked where he’d been for the hours he’d been missing from the room they shared. It had been very late when he slipped in after having a quick shower and stripped down, sliding under the covers in solitude. He hadn’t slept. His mind was racing, going over and over every little moment of the time he’d spent in the young man’s arms.
Control was an important issue for him. He’d never had sex where he’d given up control and he was a bit shaken at how much he’d enjoyed it. But something had driven him back to that room as if he had to prove to the young man that he could take the control from him, be the one to lead the dance.
Nick knew that he’d caught the young man at a vulnerable moment although he wasn’t quite sure what was going on for him. He’d gotten what he wanted, he’d put his mark on the younger man’s body but, but it wasn’t enough. Now he wanted more, so much more.
They hadn’t even said twenty sentences to each other and yet Nick knew with an unshakeable certainty that the younger man belonged to him, with him. As he belonged to the other man.
He was silent in the taxi as they rode to the hotel.
“Tired?” Warrick asked.
“Yeah,” Nick admitted.
“I thought the train ride was supposed to be relaxing,” the black man said. “Check it out, you were wandering around all night instead of in your bed. What’s up?”
“Oh, just had some stuff on my mind,” Nick said vaguely.
“Hummm, yeah, right.” Warrick glanced at his friend. “Nervous?”
“Should I be?”
“It’ll be okay.”
Nick nodded. He trailed after Warrick into the hotel. It was close to the conference center and he could get a run in everyday they were here. He checked in, picking up his key card.
“Now why the hell did they put us on different floors?” Warrick fumed. “We travel together, we’re friends, we’re going to the same conference. Shit.”
“S’okay, ’Rick,” Nick said soothingly. “The hotel is packed and I made my reservation late.”
Still grumbling, Warrick got off on his floor. Nick rode the elevator to his floor and got off, finding his room. He tossed his bag onto the bed and crossed to the connecting door, unlocking it before tapping out a morse code message.
The door opened and Greg stood there smirking at him, clad only in pyjama pants that hung low on his hips.
“Isn’t it supposed to be SOS? What does SOC stand for?”
“Save our cocks,” Nick answered smugly.
Greg giggled his charming little laugh as Nick hugged him.
“Warrick’s all worried that I’m tired and upset because I came back our berth on the train so late.”
“I’m the one who should be upset, I have to give a presentation tomorrow.” Greg ran his fingers through his hair, making it even spikier than it usually was.
“Is that why you wore the suit?”
“Yeah, I need it for tomorrow and besides, I thought maybe I’d look hot enough to seduce you on the train.”
“God,” Nick’s voice shuddered. “When I saw you in the club car, fuck… I wanted to jump you right there. Why didn’t you tell me you were gonna be on the train? We could have been in the same room.”
“I wanted to surprise you.” Greg kissed Nick deeply and the older man shuffled toward the bed, using his weight to fall to the mattress, bringing Greg down on top of him.
“Mmm, baby, you really get going when the train starts rolling don’t you?”
“Well, I can’t help it, something about the vibration coming up through the seats. Doesn’t it kind of hit you in the balls?”
“Nope, not at all,” Nick lied.
“Fucker.”
“Okay, it does, but nothing gets me going like when you get going. You were very wicked, the way you yanked me into your room like that,” he murmured, nuzzling Greg’s neck. “Do you have any idea just how fucking beautiful you are?”
Greg rolled them onto their sides, facing each other. “You’re the one who’s beautiful, not me.”
“I was watching you in the window when I fucked you. You were like, glowing in the moonlight and your eyes were so huge and your cock was so hard. Fuck, when you came all over the window, that was so hot, I just blew it right there.”
Greg shook his head bemusedly and ran his hand over Nick’s arm. “You’re beautiful, you’re hard and tan, all muscly with a gorgeous face and ass-”
“So what did you call that again?”
“The dark kiss?”
“Yeah,” Nick laughed. “Did you make that up?”
“No, I read an essay on the internet.”
“An essay on rimming?”
“Yeah, a how to, you know? I wanted to try it and I wanted to make it good for you.”
“You make everything good for me.” Nick kissed his boyfriend and Greg arched up under him breathlessly. “I meant it, you know, you taught me more about making love than I ever learned before in my life,” he said throatily. “I want to spend the rest of my life learning with you.”
“Really?” Greg asked softly. “Sometimes I worry-”
“Not gonna happen,” Nick said firmly. “I’m not going anywhere. My parents’ll have to deal. You’re the only one I want in my life.”
Greg sighed happily. “Can we go to sleep now? I’m a little tired.”
“Sure,” Nick went to the windows and drew the drapes. He picked up his bag and tossed it onto the chair.
Greg pulled him down onto the bed. “Can I stay here with you?”
“Forever, baby,” Nick whispered. “Stay with me forever.”