Drew moved his head to avert his kiss.
That hurt. “Fine, if that’s the way you want to play it.” He reached out and grabbed his face between his hands, forcing his mouth on his.
Again, Drew resisted him, trying to pull away. He wasn’t going to make it easy.
Trace’s fingers grazed Drew’s cock. He remembered almost instinctively what used to drive him crazy. He tried not to let his eyes close. He pushed back a moan as he let his tongue trail down over the hard marbled chest to his groin. He inhaled his scent for a moment, pressing his lips against his cock. Oh God yes, yes. Drew. My beautiful Drew. His heart sang. He wanted to cry out with joy. But Tor was there, close, watching his every move. He lifted his head, took Drew’s cock in his hand, stroking it with determination, while Drew seethed at him.
“Come on, Lacour,” Trace told him with a smirk, “get it up for me. I need a nice, stiff cock.”
“You need a good kick in the ass,” came the reply, as he tried to shrink away from him.
Trace laughed falsely. “You’re getting hard. I guess you like it rough. I plan to ride that gorgeous dick of yours.”
Drew gave him an incredulous look. “Who in the hell are you?”
The stroking was doing its job.
Drew lost his bravado suddenly and let his body relax, his cock fully erect. Beautiful. He was absolutely breathtaking, his body now slick with sweat, his face strained with need. Trace straddled him, kissed his chin, his throat, brought his tongue down to lap at his nipples, now forming stiff peaks in response. He laved each nipple with gusto, revelling in the taste of him as he reached down to fondle his cock again. “Drew,” he groaned, trailing his tongue down to his navel, licking his inner thigh, suckling his balls.
“I want to prepare you,” Tor said from behind.
Tor’s voice startled him for a moment. He’d almost forgotten he was in the room. Some cold lube hit his anus. He licked his lips, anticipating the feel of Drew’s cock moving in and out of him. Tor inserted a finger in his ass, moving it in and out as Trace laved the underside of Drew’s cock.
“He’s got a big cock,” Tor said. “You need to be ready.”
“I’m ready,” Trace growled, pushing Tor’s hand away. He positioned himself on top of Drew, seizing his cock, which earned him a hiss from between Drew’s teeth. He met Drew’s gaze. “I want you. Give it to me, all of it. Tonight, it’s mine, to use exactly the way I want to. Understand?”
Drew gasped as Trace bore down on his cock, guiding it deeper and deeper up inside him. When he could take no more, he began to move, using his knees and the muscles of his thighs to move on and off of Drew’s cock. His pace varied between frenzy and a slow sensuous fucking that would have made angels cry. He came in a way he hadn’t come in years, stroking his own cock, and watching his spray spread over Drew’s belly and chest. Drew came soon after, his hips bucking with a force that practically knocked Trace off the bed.
Tor’s hand reached out and steadied him. When Trace glanced at him, he noticed that he was already half dressed. “I’m leaving. I got to go on shift. Do what you want. Have fun.” He kissed him on the forehead and headed to the door.
Trace wasn’t quite in the world. He sat there on the edge of the bed, breathing hard, the reality of what had just happened finally sinking in. He reached out and laid his hand on Drew’s thigh but he couldn’t look at him.
“You still love me,” Drew said suddenly.
Trace looked at him sharply. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I can feel it. I felt it when I was inside you.” Drew’s voice was calm, serene. “Why are you doing this? What’s going on with you and that fool, Tor? I don’t get it.”
Trace stood up and clicked off the main light. The room was suddenly bathed in semi darkness. “He’s not a fool. He’s my…I love him.”
“You’re a liar.”
“You know Drew,” Trace shook his head. “You might stop being arrogant for a minute and--”
“It’s not arrogance. I’m not an idiot. I could feel it in your touch. You touch me like a man in love. What did you mean earlier about saving my life?”
Trace began to dress. “I’m in charge. I ask the questions. Now, you’re going to tell me about that man in the poker game.” He paused, looked at him.
“I told you, I don’t remember.” He glanced at him defiantly.
“Why are you protecting him?”
“Because his life is as valuable as mine.”
Trace felt his heart melt. He wanted to touch him, to say, oh Drew, my Drew, but he couldn’t. “So, thanks for the fuck,” he said coldly. “It was okay. Not your best.”
“Kind of difficult,” he replied, his voice equally icy, “with the restraints.”
“Yeah, well, when I come back, we’ll see if you can still suck cock.”
“Aren’t you afraid I might bite it off?”
“You won’t, if you want to see your crew again.”
“You fucker.”
Trace shrugged with a bravado he didn’t feel. “I’ll be back. Don’t miss me too much.” He headed for the door, trying to block out the host of obscenities Drew hurled at him. When he had closed and locked the door, he hurried down the corridor, brushing away the tears that rolled down his cheeks.
It was all coming back to him. All the pain, the pleasure…he couldn’t cope. Why had he done this? It was crazy. What had he proven? He still loved Drew and Drew loved him. But it was stupid, pointless. He wandered down the corridor and felt the blast of cool air. Water. It was all he could think about. There was a time when he and Drew revelled in it, loved in it…before everything went wrong. He turned south, nodding to the guards outside the captive Will’s cell. He placed his hand on the override plate and the door clicked open.
He could smell the man’s fear, stepping forward to find him cowering on a bunk, blood trickling from his lower lip.
Trace frowned. “Who hit you?” He stepped closer. Somebody had given the guy quite a beating. Will was shivering and Drew saw the dilated pupils. His entire system was in danger of shutting down. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t let anyone else hurt you. I know we don’t know each other but if you’d just talk to me…”
“I do know you,” he said weakly through half closed eyes. “You and Trace were at military school together.”
“Did he…ah…speak of me?”
“Only when he was drunk.”
Trace stiffened. “Oh. Look. If you care anything about your own life and the lives of your…”
“I’ll do anything to protect Drew.” He half rose off the cot, his voice going up an octave.
Another sucker hopelessly in love. “Relax. Save your strength.”
“I don’t know anything. Drew would never tell us anything he thought might make us vulnerable. He took all the risks. Don’t hurt him, please. Take me instead.”
Trace swallowed. “Rest now.” He knew that if Will had any information, he would have told him. He would have done anything to save Drew.
As Trace left the cell, he wondered if Drew and Will were lovers. Of course they were.
Drew dreamt of rain. It was warm and enveloping. He gulped it as it quenched him totally. You are so beautiful. The voice filled his head at the same time as the warm liquid trickled down his throat. He was impaled by a thick, insistent cock, caught and held in the throes of its need. He thrust his hips upwards, the rain hitting his face, splattering his chest, running in rivers down his belly and over his erection, mingling with its creamy spray. “Um, you’re all wet.” Hands moved down over his flesh. He sighed, closed his eyes, the greedy cock inside of him pulsing with satisfaction. “I’ll love you forever, Drew. I loved you from the moment I saw you. Baby. Baby. Let me lick off the rain…please…please…”
Drew’s eyes snapped open, sensing he wasn’t alone. He blinked in the harsh light of the room. Tor Yarbo stood there, a sneer on his face. God, how he would like to wipe that sneer off his face. If he could break these restrain
ts, he would.
“Must have been some dream,” Yarbo commented, crossing his arms.
“What do you want?” Drew gave him a hostile look.
“No worries. I didn’t come for that. Trace is all that I want. He just needs to come to his senses.”
Drew laughed. “Oh.”
“Don’t get all cocky with me, Lacour. You really do think you’re something, don’t you?”
“I don’t have to, because apparently you do.”
“No. But Trace does. It seems he hasn’t lost his obsession with you. So, I have two choices. I can kill you now. That would actually be a good choice. You’d be permanently unavailable. And the counsel would let Trace off the hook for not giving the order to kill you on sight.”
“Trace is in trouble?”
Tor Yabo shook his head. “Always the hero. Did you hear what I said?”
“Yeah, you want to kill me. Big news flash. But you won’t. So, I’m not worried.”
“I could kill Will, your cock sucking lackey. Is he good at it? Maybe I’ll try him out.”
“Don’t you touch him.”
“Too late for that, I’m afraid.”
“If you’ve hurt him, I’ll…”
“You’ll what, stud?”
Drew swore under his breath, pushing against the constraints. “What do you want from me?”
“You’ll do anything to save your crew?”
“Of course I will.”
“Convince Trace you have no feelings for him anymore?”
“I never said differently.”
“But you do…have feelings for him still?”
“None of your fucking business.”
“I want you to disappear, Lacour. And I can make that happen. I can get you out of here, discreetly. Make it look like an escape.”
“You’re one devious son of bitch. You’d betray everything to get rid of me? Killing me might be easier.”
“No,” he shook his head. “Trace would never forgive me for that, I’m afraid.”
“Oh, so,” Drew laughed softly, “he’d never let you into his bed again, is that it?”
“Don’t you laugh at me, you smug son of a bitch,” he raised his voice, came forward, and glared down at him.
Drew met his eyes without flinching.
“Just because you look like some kind of Greek God, bad boy, just because you got a…” He raked his eyes over him. “I could cut it off.”
“Yes, you could,” Drew said between clenched teeth. “But then you’d have to kill me, because if you didn’t, I’d come after you, and I’d kill you ever so slowly, Yarbo. I’d make it hurt.”
Tor flinched, took a step back suddenly.
Drew smiled faintly at his victory.
“Think about what I said.” Tor pointed at him. “I’ll get you, the woman, and your cock sucker out of here, on a military craft, no one will know until it’s all over. All you got to do is tell Trace you feel nothing for him, and never come back here again.”
“And if I refuse?”
“I’ll kill Will, and that alien woman. And I’ll throw both you and Trace to the wolves. You’ll die together.”
“You’d sacrifice the man you’re supposed to love?”
“Rather than let you have him? In a heartbeat.”
“I don’t think that’s love.”
“And what is love?”
“Trace pretending he doesn’t feel anything anymore to save my ass and me letting you get us out of here, so that I save his.”
He shrugged. “If you say so. I’ll arrange it.”
“How do I know I can trust you?”
“You don’t. Just know this, if you’re out of the way, I’ll be the one Trace turns to for comfort. He’ll be mine. I protect what belongs to me.”
Drew considered his words, swallowed hard. “Do it.”
Tor saluted him. “Nice knowing you, Captain.”
Drew closed his eyes at the same time as the door closed. This was insane. Time hadn’t diminished the feelings he’d had for Trace. If anything, they were even more intense, urgent. Earlier when Trace had touched him, Drew knew he’d been trying so hard to appear detached, too damn hard. But his mouth trembled when he kissed him, and his hands shook like a drunk who was in desperate need of a drink. It wasn’t just ordinary lust. When Trace came, his entire body roared with its release, as if the sky had opened up and embraced him, drenching him in its moisture. Trace loved him still. And damn it, Drew loved him back. And that was why he had to do all he could to save him.
Less than a half hour, Trace found himself in front of the commission, being asked questions he had no answers for. “You do know the rogue leader of this craft, don’t you?”
“We were at military school together.”
“Friends?”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“Are you sure your judgement is not affected?”
Trace shielded his eyes from the harsh light which hit him in the face and shook his head. “I’ve put him into intensive interrogation, sir. He will talk.”
“Very well. If he doesn’t, start eliminating the crew.”
Trace sucked in a breath. He nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
He was dismissed. He walked out of the room quickly, almost running down the corridor. He had to get Drew to tell him something, anything, so that they could stall for time. He pushed the security code and watched the door slide open. He pressed it again and waited for it to slam shut behind him. Drew lay there, watching him quietly as he approached the bed. “Back for more already?”
“Drew, I’m—sorry.”
“Sorry for what?”
“What happened, this. All this. Look, baby,” he said, sinking down onto the side of the bed. Trace’s dark eyes looked back at him, his expression sombre. “We need to work together. If you give me some information, anything about that poker player, I can…”
“I told you, I don’t know anything. And don’t call me baby.”
Trace sighed. “Fine. Be like that. You know that I still…Drew, I love you.”
“Well, that’s your problem,” he replied. “I don’t love you. In fact, what we had was a long time ago. It’s over.”
Trace felt something break inside him. “You’re a liar,” he said, barely able to get the words out. “I don’t believe you.”
He shrugged.
Trace stood up, turned away. He blinked away the tears that threatened, chastising himself silently. Don’t be a damn fool. He swallowed the sadness and turned it to anger. He whirled back around and glared down at him. “So, you have no feelings left for me. Fine. Then I guess I shouldn’t feel guilty about taking what I want. After all,” he continued harshly, taking off his clothes, “you’re nothing but a fine piece of well hung meat, beautiful, cold and deadly, a pirate, a criminal and a cock sucking thief.” Clothes discarded, he crawled naked up over his legs and his torso, roughly pushing Drew’s head back, Trace straddled his neck and forced his jaw wide open. He positioned his cock over the opening and leered down at him. “Now, go to work, lowlife, and if you do my cock any damage, be assured, I’ll kill you.”
The sensation of his cock slipping into the velvet lining of Drew’s throat was overwhelming. The tough bravado quickly drained out of him and as Drew expertly sucked his cock, his eyes closed, giving all indication that he was enjoying the job, Trace’s head fell back and he began to moan involuntarily. Damn, he’d almost forgotten how good Drew was at that. Almost. He heard whimpering. He realised it was coming from him. He reached his hands down and planted them in Drew’s hair. “Baby, baby, oh baby, yes, yes, yessssssssssssss.”
His body moved backwards, a jet stream of cum spraying across Drew’s chest and down his belly. He sat back between his open thighs, his eyes closed, savouring, recovering.
Drew was quiet when Trace finally looked at him again. Their gazes met. Trace moved his hand up over Drew’s thigh to his cock. He was hard, gloriously so, beautifully erect and his for the taking. “I want
you,” he whispered, leaning forward and swirling his tongue over the head of his dick.
“I can’t very well refuse,” he said softly.
“You want me too,” Trace met his eyes.
“Don’t make too much out of it. Lust isn’t love.”
“No. But at least it’s something.” He moved his check against his cock then took it into his mouth.
Drew’s hips rose off the mattress, driving his cock deeper into Trace’s eager mouth.
Trace’s mouth came off his shaft with a smacking sound. He licked his lips. “I want your cock inside of me. I want you to come inside me.” He crawled up over his hips and seized Drew’s cock, guiding it up in between his ass cheeks. He spread his knees, opening to him, closing his eyes and holding his breath as he impaled himself with Drew’s thickness. “Oh yeah,” he breathed, “Yeah.” It was his to control. Drew was his for this moment. He had no intention of wasting it. He took it deeper still then began to move off of it, then plunge back down, faster, straining, needed, crying out. He used Drew’s cock, rode it exactly the way he wanted, the way he needed it.
Drew’s cum flooded up inside of him, his deep grunt of satisfaction and perfect sighs driving Trace to another orgasm. How he loved those sighs, how he loved him. Two tears fell, silently from his eyes, down his cheeks. “I wish I could hate you,” he said, stroking the final drops of cum from his own cock and rubbing it over Drew’s broad, well muscled chest. He massaged his nipples with the cream for a second, then dipped down to lick the stiffened, glistening peaks, his own cock moving against one of Drew’s inner thighs. “You are a beautiful man,” he whispered, taking one of his nipples between his teeth and teasing it, nibbling there. “I’m not finished with you tonight.”
“So I gathered,” he replied, moaning a little as Trace reached down with his hand to fondle his balls.
“It’s time I fucked you, don’t you think?” Trace fondled his cock carelessly with his hand, pulling at his nipple with the other. It was having the desired effect.
Drew groaned and lifted his ass off the bed.
“What do you want, big boy?” Trace teased, pulling at his nipple again. “Beautiful. I should film you, naked, submissive, willing. No one would believe it.” He moved down, kissing his chest, his stomach, burying his face in his groin a minute and licking his cock, his balls, his inner thighs. Then he inserted one finger up inside of him, deep, without warning, enjoying his grunt of surprise, perhaps initial discomfort. He began to fuck him with the finger, sitting back, watching his face, enjoying the beautiful view. With his thighs spread like this and his knees slightly bent, his hands tied securely over his head, his chest glistening with sweat and his nipples, two, delectable stiff peaks, he was a sight to behold. Trace’s cock was already hard and ready again. “I can’t wait to be inside your ass, but not like this.”
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