The Wild Heart

by Emrys Apollo

  Clint’s expression was grim. “I’m going to make you pay.”

  Sean was feeling the stirrings of arousal now. “For what? Keeping you up or calling you-”

  Clint’s eyes were sharp. “If you have any sense of personal safety, you won’t finish that sentence.”

  Sean’s grin was mischievous. Innocently, he said, “What? You mean you don’t want me to call you-”

  “Sean.”

  “-old?”

  Clint’s hands grabbed both of Sean’s and slammed them down by his head. Sean kept still, riveted and very, very aroused now. Clint’s eyes were flashing with anger, but Sean didn’t care because he could distinctly feel Clint’s throbbing erection against his thigh.

  Clint leaned down so his mouth was just a breath away from Sean’s. He waited for a moment, just staying out of reach, his warm breath wafting on Sean’s slightly parted lips. His eyes were dark, hot. It was so erotic Sean felt his own erection begin to leak in anticipation.

  “Take it back,” Clint said, voice low.

  Sean’s head wasn’t as oriented as it had been at the beginning of the conversation, but he was still determined not to give in. It wasn’t Clint’s birthday yet.

  “No,” he said, his voice still fairly strong, though slightly hoarse.

  Clint closed the gap between them, rubbing his lips against Sean’s lightly. Sean sighed against his mouth, straining to get more, but Clint kept tantalizingly out of reach. He leaned back and said, “Take it back.”

  Sean’s eyes opened a second later than it should have as if it took real effort. He took a deep breath, struggling to get in control of himself. “No,” he choked out.

  Clint’s eyes were glittering, his cheeks flushed. If Sean hadn’t felt that erection pulsing against him, he would have given in, but he knew Clint was fighting it too. That made this somehow hotter than a simple kiss could.

  Clint was considering him, a slight smile on his lips. Sean didn’t know if he should be frightened because there was something positively devious in Clint’s eyes. Then Clint leaned in and kissed Sean full on the mouth, sucking lightly on Sean’s lower lip.

  Surprised, Sean’s lips parted on a breath, but he immediately kissed Clint back, eyes sliding shut. The atmosphere was already charged, but Clint’s tongue in Sean’s mouth made it a billion times hotter. Clint’s hands were still holding his down and although Sean could have struggled, he enjoyed the slight sense of helplessness, Clint being in charge.

  It made his skin heat up faster than it normally would. He found himself gasping into Clint’s mouth and arching his head up for more, more, more. Clint’s fingers tightened in his warningly and Sean understood this for the command it was and, whining, subsided a little.

  All his senses were filled with Clint: their fingers touching, their mouths clinging and rubbing, their bodies pressed hard together. Clint’s scent was everywhere, his mouth hot and wet against Sean’s. Sean, restless, squirmed against Clint, desperate for Clint to stop kissing him already and get on with it.

  But Clint was taking him time. His erection was throbbing persistently against Sean’s thigh, but he wasn’t even responding to Sean’s slight bucking. Instead, he nipped Sean’s lower lip gently-a warning-and Sean, half-mad with arousal, stopped his hips with a giant effort.

  He couldn’t stop himself for mumbling, “Please, please, please,” over and over again into Clint’s mouth.

  Clint hushed him, his tongue making slow strokes into Sean’s mouth, his head tilting to the left, going deep into Sean’s mouth. Sean simultaneously wished this would both stop and go on forever, although he was sure he’d die if he didn’t get some relief soon.

  Finally, Clint stopped kissing him, leaning just a half-inch away from Sean’s lips. Dazed, Sean stared at him, lids heavy. Clint’s pupils were dilated, his cheeks flushed, his mouth parted and panting.

  “What do you want?” he said, voice low.

  Sean didn’t even blink. “You.”

  Clint’s smile was full of satisfaction. He leaned down and kissed Sean again, letting go of Sean’s hands. Immediately, Sean fisted Clint’s shirt tightly, then realizing that he could do more, slipped his hands under Clint’s shirt, feeling the shifting muscles underneath.

  Clint’s breathing quickened immediately, and he pressed hard against Sean, bucking slightly against him. Pleased at this, Sean’s fingers went up to Clint’s nipple, flicking gently. Clint moaned, then grabbed Sean’s hands again, slamming them back down.

  “Clint, no,” Sean whined into their kiss. Clint broke the kiss, panting harshly.

  “Tell me what you want,” Clint gasped.

  “You, fuck, Clint, you.” Sean was struggling lightly now, desperate and going mad. Why was Clint doing this?

  “Keep your hands here. Do you hear me?” Clint said, voice low.

  Sean nodded. He would have agreed to anything now.

  Clint disengaged their fingers, his right hand sliding slowly down Sean’s stomach towards his erection. There was something extremely hot about looking at Clint’s face while feeling his hand moving down towards Sean’s leaking cock.

  When Clint’s hands slipped into Sean’s underwear, his hot hand closing around Sean’s even hotter erection, leaking and hard, their eyes still on each other, he couldn’t take it. Sean turned his head away, moaning and closing his eyes.

  His fists were clenched now, still by his head, held there only by the thinnest thread of control. Clint’s mouth came to Sean’s ear and he bit it gently, making Sean shiver. His hand hadn’t moved yet, but he gently squeezed his hand around Sean’s cock. Sean took in a quick breath, eyes fluttering open.

  “Look at me,” Clint said against his ear.

  “No,” Sean moaned.

  “Yes, Sean.” Clint’s hand had started the first stroke finally, so crazily slow, dragging the skin with the lightest of grips so that Sean would have preferred no touch at all-because this was torture.

  “Clint, fuck.” He tried thrusting up into Clint’s hand, but the hand immediately stilled.

  “No.” Clint’s voice was slightly sharp. “No moving. Look at me.”

  Sean turned his head, too desperate to be embarrassed, meeting Clint’s eyes. They were full of something hard and possessive, as if Sean was all his and somehow this made Sean even harder.

  “Is this what you want?” Clint said, his voice rough. He moved his hand again, agonizingly slow, flicking his thumb over the head.

  It had never been this erotic with anyone else, never been this good. Clint was hardly even touching him and yet he could feel the pleasure everywhere. Sean’s body was so sensitive, so hot for Clint, he almost felt like the smallest thing would make him come.

  “Yes, please, please.”

  And, suddenly, Clint got off Sean’s body and went back to his own bed. Bewildered, Sean actually lay there for a moment or two, wondering if he was hallucinating. He looked at Clint in confusion, who was tucking himself into bed.

  “Good night,” Clint said, smiling widely.

  The realization that Clint was planning to leave him high and dry as some sort of fucked-up revenge took a few minutes to sink in. Sean sat up, incredulous. “Are you seriously going to bed?”

  Clint smirked. “Yes. That’s what you get for calling me old.”

  Sean’s eyes narrowed. “How the fuck does that make sense? You’re suffering too.”

  “Yeah, but I wasn’t the one begging.”

  That was so cruel, Sean’s jaw dropped. His cheeks flushed immediately, violently. Furious, he stormed over to Clint’s bed, throwing the bed covers off. Clint was laying calmly back, mouth smiling slightly. He raised an eyebrow at Sean.

  Sean’s eyes travelled down to Clint’s crotch and saw that he was still hard. He smiled. “Looks like you really are suffering.”

  But Clint didn’t seem annoyed by this. “Doesn’t bother an old soul like me.” His words were light, but his eyes were still hard.

  They looked at each other for a mo
ment calculatingly. Then Sean knelt on Clint’s bed, making to straddle him. Immediately, Clint sat, checking the move. They were close now, Sean looking down on Clint, their gazes challenging.

  Sean wondered if Clint was actually feeling bad about it. Maybe it did bother him? Softening slightly, he raised a hand, rubbing at Clint’s cheekbone. Clint tensed at this, but didn’t move, eyes fixed on Sean’s. “You’re not old. You still play like a dream.”

  When Sean saw Clint’s eyes flare slightly, he knew he was right. So Clint was sensitive about his age, huh? Well, stranger things had been true. He obviously didn’t want to be 28, didn’t want to come closer to the time when he would retire.

  “Yeah, but for how long?” Clint mumbled, looking away.

  Sean kissed the corner of Clint’s lips. “For as long as it’s meant to be.”

  Clint huffed at this. “And you call me cheesy.”

  Sean grinned. “I’m just saying there’s no point worrying about it until you need to.”

  Clint took a deep breath, meeting Sean’s eyes. “You’re right. It just freaks me out sometimes.”

  “You know what should freak you out?” Sean took Clint’s hand and pressed it firmly against his own crotch. “My blue balls.”

  Clint snorted, but didn’t take his hand away. His eyes had flared slightly with interest. “Still hard for me, huh?” he smirked. The gloating expression was singularly annoying, but Sean ignored it. Clint’s hand pressing against his dick was more of an issue now than anything else.

  “Shut the fuck up,” Sean muttered, leaning forward to kiss Clint.

  Clint dodged Sean, neatly turning him so he was laying flat down. He leaned over Sean, insinuating his thigh carefully between Sean’s legs, who spread them very willingly. “You know what was very interesting?” Clint said conversationally, as if he wasn’t pressing his body into Sean’s crotch.

  “What?” Sean said, slightly breathlessly.

  Clint leaned very close so that his lips were brushing Sean’s. “I like you begging.”

  Sean flushed, but his cock throbbed, jumping in his shorts as if Clint had electrified it. “I won’t beg this time.”

  Clint looked like he’d been wanting Sean to say exactly that. Sean cursed himself instantly as he saw Clint’s eyes light up. “I meant-” he blurted, wanting to undo the damage he had surely done to himself.

  But Clint shook his head, eyes warm and intent. “No, no, let me get this straight. This time around, you aren’t going to say please, right?”

  Sean swallowed, knowing he was doomed. But he had to have some pride here, for God’s sake. He couldn’t just agree to everything. He looked at Clint, who was smiling wickedly, dimples all on show, hair flopping over his forehead.

  “I won’t say please, I won’t beg,” Sean said firmly, lifting his chin.

  Clint’s smile was one of utter delight as if he’d been given a gift. “Mm,” he said, leaning forward to kiss Sean.

  Sean sighed inwardly, parting his lips for Clint. They kissed slowly, Clint taking his sweet time, exploring Sean’s mouth unhurriedly. Sean had forgotten what it was like to just kiss-sometimes it seemed kissing was only a gateway to fucking, but Clint took it to another level.

  He seemed perfectly content to kiss Sean into the New Year, his mouth moving gently over Sean’s, tongue making small gentle forays into his mouth. Sean desperately wanted to squirm, but pride forced him to lay still, even though he couldn’t help himself from clenching hard at the sheets.

  Clint had been bracing himself up on his elbows, but now he sank deliciously onto Sean, the majority of his body leaning on the bed so as not to crush Sean. But the half-weight of his body against Sean was so good, he moaned, head whirling from sensation.

  Clint grasped Sean’s arm and leaned back, pulling on Sean. Sean rolled swiftly, eager to take this to another step, now half-lying on Clint’s chest. Clint’s left hand was in Sean’s hair as he deepened the kiss, the other rubbing Sean’s back.

  Sean badly wanted to arch into Clint, but instead squeezed his shoulders hard, knowing that he was most likely bruising him. Clint didn’t even murmur in protest, engrossed in Sean’s mouth. He was parting his legs under Sean’s, allowing their bulges to rub against each other through their clothes, the sensation raw and good and not damn enough.

  Sean gasped against Clint’s mouth, panting harshly. “Fuck,” he moaned, unable to control himself.

  Clint reached for the hem of Sean’s shirt, pulling upwards. Impatiently, Sean broke the kiss, allowing Clint to remove and toss the shirt away. He reached for Clint’s shirt, expecting to be stopped, but Clint smiled and let Sean take it off.

  At the sight of Clint’s bare chest, Sean’s breathing quickened, his cock throbbing very hard in his shorts. “I love you, I love you,” he said fervently, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion.

  Clint’s entire expression changed, something very soft entering into his eyes. Immediately, he pulled Sean down, kissing him hard. Sean was slightly embarrassed, but it vanished at feeling Clint’s fingers drifting towards his shorts.

  Clint rolled them again so he was on top, breaking the kiss. He was panting harshly now, his face tense. His eyes met Sean’s and he smiled. “What do you want, Sean?”

  Sean shook his head, remembering his pride suddenly. “Nothing.”

  Clint laughed softly and Sean was so far gone now that even this was erotic. He was feeling over stimulated. Clint had already seduced him, touched him and left him hanging and now they’d started again from the beginning and he was going crazy.

  Was Clint going to keep doing this all night? No, surely not. They had training tomorrow. It had to end at some point.

  Clint’s fingers were rubbing over Sean’s abs slowly, exploring. Sean sucked in a breath, tensing. Why did that feel good? Clint’s eyes met his and he smiled slowly, realizing Sean liked it. He leaned forward, kissing Sean just under his jaw line.

  Sean arched his head back, letting Clint suck at the sensitive skin on his neck, letting Clint lave gently at a particularly pleasurable spot. Sean shivered in pleasure, his fingers tangling in Clint’s hair. Clint’s hand was drifting lower, so slow that Sean twisted in the bed, his hand landing hard on Clint’s, trying to push it down.

  Clint flipped his hand over, catching Sean’s. “No,” he murmured against Sean’s skin. “You know what you have to do.”

  “Clint, Clint,” Sean sobbed, squirming all over the bed now. His shorts were damp from sweat and pre come. His cock was so painful at this point that all he could think of was relief.

  Clint’s mouth was moving lower now, licking gently at Sean’s nipples. “Tell me what you want, Sean.” His voice was low and he blew over one nipple.

  Sean’s eyes were frantic, looking at Clint. “I want you.”

  Pride seemed to have vanished. A small part of Sean’s brain was shaking its head at him, making disgusted sounds. But the rest of him was saying yes yes yes and it seemed to be coming mainly from his crotch so he wasn’t going to discount its opinion.

  Clint came up quickly, kissing Sean deeply. His hand moved to Sean’s bulge immediately, and he began stroking it gently from outside. Sean moaned in pleasure, arching up into Clint’s hands.

  “Say it, Sean,” Clint whispered, lips still against Sean’s.

  “Please, Clint. Please. Fuck. Please please please,” Sean babbled, gasping from the pleasure as Clint kept rubbing him.

  Sean could feel Clint’s smile of triumph, but he didn’t care because finally Clint’s fingers went into his shorts. He took Sean’s cock out and didn’t waste a second in stroking it quickly. He fisted Sean’s cock hard, dragging the skin rapidly back and forth, not giving Sean any time to adjust.

  It was so shockingly good, so unexpectedly fast that Sean couldn’t help crying out harshly. He couldn’t shut up either and started babbling on and on, swearing and professing his love and generally mumbling utter nonsense. It had never happened to him during sex, but he utterly lost control.
/>   Clint let him talk, kissing his neck instead. He was stroking Sean firmly, his wrist moving like lightning. They didn’t need lube or anything else because Sean was so damp from his own secretions that obscene, slurping sounds filled the room.

  Sean was finally reduced to nothing but saying Clint’s name over and over, moaning it and gasping it and sighing it until finally the pleasure peaked. Clint kissed him then, dragging his tongue over Sean’s lower lip, sucking it hard as his hand moved even faster over Sean’s wet cock.

  Sean arched hard into Clint’s grasp, crying Clint’s name out against his lips so that it passed only between them, as he came all over Clint’s fingers, spurting onto Clint’s sheets.

  Clint stroked him gently, drawing him down from the pleasure, still kissing his moaning mouth. When Clint lifted his head, breaking the kiss, Sean kept his eyes closed, embarrassment overcoming him. God, he’d said quite a lot of utter bullshit. Maybe Clint would be nice and let it go?

  He opened his eyes slightly to Clint’s grinning expression. Sean groaned. “Fuck off.”

  Laughing, Clint kissed him gently, still chuckling against Sean’s mouth. Sean pushed him back. “Let me take care of you.”

  Clint smiled at this, rolling onto his back. Sean sat up, still looking a little disoriented from the orgasm. He glanced briefly at the clock and smiled. It was two minutes away from Clint’s birthday.

  Grinning now, he turned to Clint. His hands went to Clint’s shorts, divesting him quickly of it and his underwear so that Clint’s hard, leaking cock bounced out.

  Sean met Clint’s eyes. Clint was starting to breathe very hard. Just before he sucked the head of Clint's cock into his mouth, he grinned wickedly and said, “Happy birthday, Clint.”

  Clint’s answer was a resounding moan.

  ***

  The next few days sped up quickly. Sean was both dreading the end of the tournament and also wishing it was over. He knew that they’d have to go back to their own homes and the long distance relationship would have to start, at least for a little while. But he also wanted to see how they would do without having the luxury of constant access to each other.