by Sean Michael
Sexy as fuck, that was.
Chrissy groaned, hips rolling in a restless motion.
God, he wanted Chrissy to be his boy. He wanted to be able to really play and take care of his friend. And lover.
Chrissy had never had the chance to relax, to find his center, to breathe and focus. He could imagine his boy thriving under those conditions, blossoming.
He slid his hand over Chrissy’s ass again and kissed the side of Chrissy’s mouth.
Chrissy’s eyes went wide. “Salem?”
“Yep. Right here.” He was pleased Chrissy had known it was him.
“You need me to go?”
“Nope. I need you to stay.” He wasn’t giving Chrissy any room to interpret what he’d said as anything but what it was.
“’Kay. Thanks.” Chrissy sighed and leaned into Jerusalem.
“Did you sleep well after we made love?” Jerusalem would bet the answer to that was a resounding yes. Fucked, filled, and held.
“Like a rock. I crashed and burned.”
“Good. I slept like a log myself.” He tugged Chrissy in close.
“That’s good, right? Sleeping?” Chrissy stretched up tall, rubbing against him.
He let Chrissy’s movements slide his hands along the lovely skin. “Uh-huh. It’s great. Good for you. Everything looks better after a good night’s sleep.”
“Yeah. I can’t believe that I slept so hard. I’m not used to having someone in my bed.”
“No, but we tired you out pretty damn well first,” he noted.
Chrissy’s cheeks went bright red. “Yeah…”
“You don’t have to be embarrassed. It was hot, exciting. Damn sexy.” And he was damn glad it had happened.
“Yeah. It was pretty wild. I—I still have the thing in me.”
“Mmmhmm. I know.” And he would bet Chrissy was working it with his ass too. Jerusalem let his hand drop down to Chrissy’s butt again, searching for the base of the plug once again.
“Uh—” Chrissy gasped softly, bucking under his touch.
“Feels good, eh? You wanna play?”
“Play?” Chrissy moved against his hand, his sweet slut needing him.
“Indulge our senses some more,” he suggested as an alternative to play.
“Mmm…you’re a temptation.”
“I’m a temptation? You, my dear Chrissy, are a temptation.” And he indulged in that temptation, pushing at the base of the plug.
Chrissy gasped, rocking forward and away from him.
He followed, pressing against it again.
“Oh.” Chrissy swallowed hard, and he arched into Jerusalem’s hand.
“You want to come again, Chrissy? Want me to fuck you with the plug until you shoot?” How would his boy feel about him talking dirty?
Chrissy gasped, eyes going heavy-lidded and sultry.
He was so taking that as a yes. Leaning back to his bedside table, he grabbed the lube.
Chrissy curled into the pillows, groaning softly.
Jerusalem played with the base of the plug, adding lube to the outside of Chrissy’s hole. Then he pressed a well-slicked finger in alongside the plug, spreading the lube to the inside. While he did that, he stroked the small of Chrissy’s back with his free hand, making a connection at two points instead of just one.
“Oh fuck…Fuck, full.”
He smacked Chrissy’s ass. “Watch your mouth, boy.”
“What the fuck?”
“You heard me.” He smacked Chrissy’s ass again for good measure. “If you can’t follow that simple rule I’ll have to put you over my knees and spank you.”
“Fuck off, Salem. No spanking.”
“You don’t mean that.” Jerusalem was pretty fucking sure Chrissy would get off on being spanked like whoa. Hell, he guessed that Chrissy would never have said he wanted to wear a plug or be fucked with one, and yet here they were.
And that deep, quiet part of him that needed a boy—needed Chrissy to be his boy—knew that spankings, punishment and erotic, would become part of their repertoire.
He added more lube, then pushed his finger in deeper alongside the plug to get it inside Chrissy. So fucking sexy to watch Chrissy’s hole stretch for him.
Chrissy groaned and twisted, and Jerusalem tugged the stretched ring with his finger, making Chrissy be still. Oh, that worked like a charm.
He worked more lube in, all the way around, making it so he could play with that plug. When he was finally satisfied, he grabbed hold of the base of the plug and turned it in place.
“Making me frigging insane, man.”
“Is that a complaint?” He twisted the plug some more.
“How the fuck do I know, man? I’m crazy!”
Jerusalem started laughing. “Then it wasn’t a complaint. You love it. And I warned you about your language.” He swatted Chrissy’s ass again.
“Goddamn it! Stop it! I don’t like that!” Little liar.
He gave that sweet flesh another hit. “Then stop swearing.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do.”
Oh, but he wanted to. And Chrissy needed him to.
“No? I think it would be good for you to listen to me. I have your best interests at heart, which I don’t think is something you can say about yourself.” He kept moving the plug in circles.
“I don’t— What do you want from me?”
“I want you to be happy, Chrissy. I want you to be happy with me.”
“I can’t make you happy. I suck. I’m a flake.”
He pushed the plug back in firmly. “I didn’t say I want you to make me happy. I said I want you to be happy. You.”
“I can’t fucking be happy. I don’t know how.”
“I know. That’s why I plan to help you find your way there. There will be some rules, a lot of fun, good food, some working out, and plenty of sleep.”
“You’re a nut. You know I have to work…why are we talking?”
He tugged the plug out a couple inches. “Because you didn’t like that I told you you couldn’t swear. But you’re right. It’s not fair to have in-depth discussions with a plug halfway out of your ass.”
“Oh good. Good. It’s not fair at all.”
“So I guess I should just take it out then, right?” He pulled the plug right out, though he had no intention of leaving it out for long. The question was, would Chrissy ask for what he wanted or not?
The sweet hole gaped for him, and when it tried to tighten, he pushed both his index fingers in, encouraging Chrissy to stay open.
It looked like Chrissy wasn’t ready to ask for what he needed yet, even in bed. That was okay. Jerusalem knew. And he also knew that Chrissy was very vocal when he didn’t want something, so they were good. He fed the tip of the dildo back in and slid away his fingers.
“Oh…” Chrissy relaxed down with a soft sigh.
Such a hedonist. One who was starved of sensation and affection, at that.
“My needy boy. I want to blow your mind.”
Jerusalem worked the plug in deeper and slid it almost out again, then pushed it forward once more. He found a rhythm, working Chrissy’s ass, and Chrissy matched him, hips rolling to meet each thrust.
Reaching under Chrissy, he stroked the leaking cock, letting his thumb play with Chrissy’s slit.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” Chrissy twisted underneath him.
He added that to the rhythm he was using with the plug, watching Chrissy dance and writhe for him.
“It’s big. Big, Salem. Please.”
“You want me, Chrissy?” He could so fuck his boy. He was hard and wanting, himself.
“God, yes. Yeah, I need you.” The words were just what Salem needed to hear.
After grabbing a condom, he rolled up onto his knees and moved behind Chrissy. He got the condom on, then slicked himself up. He was so ready to sink back into Chrissy’s hot body. He held the sweet asscheeks open and pressed in, filling his boy up in a single thrust.
They moaned together, the s
ound filling the bedroom.
He felt like he was about to soar, and he drove in, harder and harder. Wrapping his fingers around Chrissy’s hips, he yanked him back on each thrust, bringing them together with zest. Chrissy nodded almost hysterically, sobbing with his need.
He reached around with one hand and grabbed hold of Chrissy’s cock again in a firm hold. Fuck, but Chrissy felt good around his cock, like Chrissy’s body fit him better than any other lover he’d ever had. He worked the tip hard, demanding their need grow higher and stronger.
Chrissy was wild beneath him, and he met each movement with another thrust, another pinch of the hot meat in his hand.
“Fuck! I need you!”
He was going to have so much fun, training his boy, loving him, making him soar.
“No swearing,” he reminded Chrissy, letting go of his boy’s hip to slap one asscheek as he thrust in.
“Stop spanking me!”
“When you stop swearing.” He sped up his movements, really pounding into Chrissy now. He was ready to send Chrissy over the edge.
Chrissy threw his head back, throat working, crying out his need.
“Wait for me, baby.” He was so close and he wanted them to go over together.
“Uh-huh. Will. So good to me.”
Yeah, he was. Now if Chrissy would just learn to believe he deserved it.
Jerusalem matched his strokes with his thrusts and went wild, pushing them both over the edge. “Now! Now!”
Chrissy’s ass milked him, drawing out his orgasm as he shot.
He collapsed over Chrissy’s body, his lover panting hard.
Chrissy shuddered, easing them down to the mattress. Jerusalem placed a kiss on Chrissy’s left shoulder before pulling out and getting rid of the condom.
Flopping down next to Chrissy, Jerusalem put a hand on his lover. “Now that’s a good morning.”
Chrissy’s answer was a grunt.
Jerusalem chuckled. “I don’t know that I’ve ever heard you be incoherent without the benefit of booze before. It’s good for my ego.”
Chrissy snorted and pulled the covers over himself, hiding. Jerusalem guessed things weren’t gonna change overnight and the fact that they’d gotten this far and Chrissy was still in his bed was a big step in the right direction.
“What do you feel like for breakfast? I’ve got some cereal, bacon and eggs. Hell, I could probably even come up with some pancakes.” What he didn’t have was cigarettes, though there was coffee.
“I—” Chrissy rolled over, pulling the blanket over them both. “Hey.”
He smiled, offered Chrissy a light kiss. “Hey, baby.”
“Can we just be here for a second?”
“We can just be here for a lot more than just a second.” He kept looking at Chrissy, smile on his face. He didn’t think he could not smile even if he wanted to, and he didn’t want to. He loved that Chrissy made him smile.
“Thanks for letting me spend the night.”
“You mean making you stay the night?” And he would do it again tonight and the next night and the next until Chrissy understood he had a place here.
“Fair enough. Thank you for making me spend the night.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll make you do it again tonight. Or you could just agree that you’ll stay for a while.” Forever. But one step at a time.
“I don’t have a job, Salem. I don’t have…” Chrissy sighed, reaching for him. “I have two packs of cigarettes, a little money, and my laptop.”
“I don’t care that you don’t have a job or rent money or whatever.” He wrapped his arms around Chrissy and pulled him close. “I don’t want you to worry about that crap for a while. I just want you to be.”
“And what do you get from it? What do you want?”
He’d already told Chrissy that he wanted the man happy and with him; he didn’t know if repeating it would make Chrissy understand. “I care for you, Chrissy. I really do. Helping you makes me feel good.” Because yeah, he wasn’t being altruistic here or anything. He wanted Chrissy to be his boy.
“You’re always saving strays.” Chrissy kissed his throat.
“You’re not a stray, Chrissy. I’ve known you for a long time. I’ve cared about you for a long time. You’ve just never known how much.” If he said “I love you,” would it make Chrissy run? Or would it make him stay?
“Yeah, I have. Just like I know I love you, but I’m not worth having. Not yet. One day, maybe.”
“Well, I love you too. And I think you should let me help you get there. I want to be… hell, Chrissy, the term for it is your Daddy. It’s a thing between adult men. Trust me.”
Chrissy blinked at him. “What?”
“It’s all about taking care of you. And I want to do it. I want to take care of you.”
“I’m confused.” Chrissy sat up and stared down at him. “You want…what do you want?”
“I want to take care of you, Chrissy. I want to help you get your life right and keep it there.” He sat up, too, so he was facing his boy. He wasn’t sure Chrissy was ready to admit he needed to be cared for yet. “You liked what happened last night and this morning.”
“S-so? I…so?” Chrissy frowned at him.
“I just meant that I’ve already shown you that I know what you like, what you need. You slept like a log after we made love and I left a plug inside you.”
“I don’t understand. I’m sorry. I don’t… You’re making me nervous.”
“That wasn’t my intention.” He opened his arms. “Come here.” As soon as Chrissy did, he wrapped his boy in his arms. “I didn’t mean to push. Just stay and we’ll make sure we’re both happy, hmm?”
“Oh. Love you.” Chrissy sighed softly and melted. “You meant it?”
“I do mean it. And I love you and I mean that too.”
“Wow.” Chrissy cuddled in with a whimper, shaking in his arms.
“I’ve got you.” He rubbed Chrissy’s back, seeking to soothe him.
“Okay.”
Oh, fuck. This was heaven. Necessary and wonderful and heaven. The way that Chrissy relaxed against him, was soothed by his voice and his touch was magical. He’d just keep doing it until Chrissy was ready to look at what they were doing here and put a name on it.
Chrissy breathed on his throat, slowly melting into his chest.
He closed his own eyes and just held on. He hoped he got to do this for the rest of his life.
Christian was about ninety percent sure Salem had lost his mind. Maybe more. It was weird. It was wonderful. He kept looking over, and Salem would hug him.
They’d made breakfast together. And then worked out—Salem was a fucking stud—together. And now they were sitting together and watching a movie. That he’d chosen.
It was… whoa.
“Are you sure, Salem?”
“Sure, this movie is great. Good choice.” Salem winked and tugged him closer.
He rolled his eyes but cuddled in close. “Dork.”
“Who me?” Salem tickled his ribs.
“Uh. Uh-huh.” He started laughing, just cackling with it.
Salem kissed him suddenly, quick and eager. “I wanted to taste your laughter.”
“Listen to you.” Salem made him feel so special.
“What? It’s how I feel.” Salem kissed the tip of his nose.
“Weirdo,” he teased, but he was tickled to death.
“Calling me names…” Salem clearly wasn’t upset about it.
“Nutburger. Turkey buzzard.” He cracked his shit up.
“I don’t accept the last one,” Salem informed him. “You’re the turkey buzzard.”
“Not so! It’s all you.” He was having the best time.
“Nope.” Salem shook his head vigorously. “I’m a nutburger and a dork.”
“Yeah, you’re perfect and you know it.”
“I’m not. Nobody is. I’m just trying to be what you need.” Salem gave him another kiss, this one against the corner of his mouth.<
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That made him sigh, sent tingles up his spine. Smiling, Salem brought their lips together once more, lingering this time. He pressed close, not because he wanted sex, but because he needed connection. Salem was maybe on the same page because he just kept kissing, long and slow, easy. He found himself in Salem’s lap, snuggling and resting hard.
“You don’t care for the movie?” Salem asked, sliding fingers up under his shirt to stroke skin.
“Huh?” He nuzzled in. He was going to enjoy this.
Salem chuckled. “We can watch it again later.” The stroking continued, leaving tingles behind.
“’Kay. You make me all melted.” He kissed Salem’s chin.
“Good. I like that.” Salem licked his lips, hands still moving, sliding on him.
“Yeah? That’s cool. I’m glad.” He was being stupid.
Salem lay back on the couch, pulling him down to rest on Salem’s broad chest.
“God, you’re warm.” He could stay here forever.
“You are, too, you know.” Now Salem pulled his shirt up, exposing his spine to the air as those touches kept working his nerves, sensitizing his skin.
He nodded. He was warm. He was tingling all over, and it was breathtaking.
He could feel Salem’s need, firm, solid beneath him. God, Salem really wanted him that much. He reached down and cupped Salem gently, but that was all. Just a careful touch. Salem purred for him, the sound a deep rumble that made his belly warm. He kept his hand there, still, holding Salem’s need.
Shifting, Salem raised a leg and set it between Christian’s, giving him something to rock against. Oh. That ached so good. He groaned and pushed down, making his toes curl.
“There you go.” Salem shifted, pushing up some, adding extra pressure.
“Salem…Oh…” He moaned softly, sinking teeth into his bottom lip. Salem licked his lips, soothing the bite. That felt—he was soaring a bit, flying.
Salem’s hand slid to his ass, pressing him down.
“Yes…” His eyes rolled.
“Sweet boy. You feel good.” Salem kissed him, nuzzled their cheeks together.
“You too? You’re with me?”
“You can feel that I am. Take us both out. It’ll be better skin on skin.”
He eased Salem’s fly open, exhaling as he got hold of the heavy cock. Oh, that felt good in his hand.