by Sean Michael
Oh, no. It was way too early in the morning for thinking. He covered Jason’s mouth with his own, putting a stop to the flow of words. Jason’s gasp left the soft lips parted, the man’s cheeks and chest smooth under his touch.
“I want your mouth.” He whispered the words against Jason’s lips.
Jason groaned. “I’m not very good at it.”
“How do you know that?” From what Rook had said, Jason hadn’t done this before.
“I tried going down on my girlfriend. She hated it.”
Bishop bit his cheek to keep from laughing. “It’s not the same thing at all, trust me. Besides, the worst blow job in the world is still a blow job. And yours is not going to be the worst blow job in the world.”
Jason blushed but laughed too. “You promise?”
“I swear, you get your lips anywhere near my prick and it’ll make me a very happy man.” He meant it, too.
“Okay. I’ll try.”
Bishop didn’t point out that trying was what Jason had signed on for—one year of trying anything they suggested. Instead, he encouraged the man, stroking his cheek, running fingers through his lovely hair.
Jason shivered for him before carefully scooting down.
“You liked it when Rook did you, yeah? Just do what he did, what felt good. Trust your instincts.” He kept his voice low, soothing. Jason was going to be doing this a lot—he didn’t want the man’s first experience to be unpleasant. Jason nodded, chin bumping the tip of his cock, nudging it firmly. He groaned and reached down to touch Jason’s lips. “Your mouth, Jason. Please.”
When the soft lips brushed his cock, Bishop almost went up in flames.
He managed somehow not to pump his hips and push himself into Jason’s mouth, but fuck…it took all his control. “That’s good,” he managed to get out, his throat tight.
Jason explored his cock slowly, carefully. The touch was almost unbearably light.
He took it as long as he could before murmuring, “It won’t break, I swear.”
“No?” He got another of those tentative smiles, then Jason sucked around the tip of his cock.
“Oh fuck! No. No, I won’t. Fuck.” His hands stroked through Jason’s hair, a low moan coming from him.
Jason was going to be good at this. The boy needed encouragement and attention, but that mouth was made for fucking.
“That’s it. Suck me. Touch me with your tongue.” He felt Jason’s hands on his thighs, fingers tightening. “You’re good, honey,” he murmured, picking up Rook’s nickname for Jason.
The suction got stronger, Jason’s head beginning to bob to take him about halfway in.
“Fuck, yes.” There really wasn’t a bad blow job unless you got bitten. And, despite his lack of experience and supposedly disinterest in sex with guys, Jason was enthusiastic.
He watched his cock disappear into the swollen lips. Fuck, that made his balls ache. So fucking pretty. Jason kept sucking, started humming around him.
Oh, yes. A fucking natural, that’s what Jason was.
His hips started rocking—he couldn’t stop himself. He needed.
He didn’t hold Jason’s head in place, though. He let his hands drop to Jason’s shoulders instead, holding on there. Jason’s hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock, his lips meeting his fingers.
“Good. Yeah. That’s good. Uh-huh. Don’t stop.” He wasn’t paying any attention to what he was saying, he was just trying to encourage more of the touches, the sucking. Jason was a quick learner, sucking him in, hands working at the base. “Touch my balls, Jay.”
Those pretty blue eyes looked up, then his sac was palmed in a gentle, gentle touch.
“Yes! Fuck!” He nodded, squeezing Jason’s shoulders tight.
He wanted to fuck those swollen lips so badly. He rocked gently, testing the waters. Jason groaned but took him. Such a good boy. He kept rocking, making sure to not go deep—which was almost as hard as trying not to rock at all had been earlier—but he kept reminding himself he wanted this to be good for Jason.
“Won’t be long,” he warned. He really got off on being sucked. That Jason didn’t pull back, pull away, said something about their new, sweet little bottom.
Anticipation, the sensations around his cock and the look on Jason’s face as he sucked all worked together and Bishop moaned loudly as he came, pouring spunk into Jason’s mouth. Jason choked a little bit but managed to swallow most of it, only a few drops running down his chin. Bishop wiped them away, bringing his fingers to his own mouth. Jason moaned softly, eyes on him.
Smiling, he rubbed his thumb along Jason’s swollen bottom lip. “That was not the worst blow job in the world.”
“No?” Look at those cheeks go pink.
“No, it was pretty damn good. Especially for your first.” His smile turned into a grin. “Did you enjoy it?”
Jason’s blush went almost purple.
“I’d say that was a huge yes.” And fuck, that was sexy. He dragged Jason up, knowing that the pretty boy’s cock would be hard, aching. “What have we here?” He wrapped his hand around Jason’s prick, squeezing it.
Jason groaned, cock swelling in his fingers. “I… I’m sorry. I just… Biological.”
“You’re sorry? For enjoying sucking my cock.” He let go of Jason’s cock and tapped it. “This is a good thing, not something to apologize for.”
Jason grunted, but that pretty cock got harder.
“You want something? Need something?” He knew Jason did.
Jason nodded but didn’t answer.
“You want to tell me what you need?” He kept holding on, but he didn’t try to jack the hard cock at all.
“I… I need to… You know.” Jason motioned to his cock.
“No, you need me to.” He leaned in and licked at Jason’s lips. Jason gasped, but there was a nod. “If Rook was here, I’d make you beg him to suck you.”
He started slowly moving his hand. Jason’s lips parted, his eyes wide and shocked. Christ, this was fun. He plundered the open mouth, letting Jason taste his passion even as his hand continued its slow dance on Jason’s cock.
Knight was going to make this sweet boy scream.
He was willing to bet it wouldn’t take long for the touch-starved prick to give it up to him. He speeded up his strokes a little. Jason’s hips began to roll, to rock up toward his touch. So needy. He knew it—it just surprised him again and again how starved Jason was for it. Sweet baby. Sweet hungry boy.
“You can come,” he whispered against Jason’s lips, thumb flicking across the head.
“Oh, God…” Heat sprayed over his fingers, wet and rich.
He gave Jason’s cock another jerk or two, then brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting their new lover’s cum. Jason’s eyelids got heavy, the moan lazy and soft, and Bishop rubbed his fingers along Jason’s lips. “Taste.”
That flush came back, dark, but Jason’s lips parted.
“This isn’t the first time you’ve tasted yourself, is it?”
“No. No. Doesn’t everybody?”
“Yeah. I just wasn’t sure you had.” Jason seemed so damn innocent.
“It didn’t taste so good. Not like…” The soft words trailed off.
He raised an eyebrow. “Not like mine?”
Jason’s teeth sank into his bottom lip, but the boy nodded.
“It’s yours. Any time you get a hankering for the taste, just let me know.” He settled Jason down. The kid had had a long day yesterday. It was time to rest. “Naptime,” he murmured.
“Mmm-hmm.” Jason was tense for about two heartbeats, then he melted.
Bishop grinned. Fuck, it was going to be a fun year.
Chapter Eight
Knight left Rook sleeping and worked until dawn, then headed down to create coffee, shower, and ponder going for a run. Maybe something long and lazy, down by the river. It wasn’t too cold yet.
“Oh.” The soft sound had him turning from the coffee pot to find Jason standing there in j
ust a pair of jeans. “I didn’t realize anyone was up.”
“I don’t sleep. You okay?”
Jason nodded. “I get up early. Work out. Usually.”
“There’s a gym set up in the basement. I’ll show you. Your bags are in your room. I’ll show you that, too.”
Kid looked dazed, confused. Bish must have torn him up again last night.
Rook came in, looking like he was still half asleep. “Fuck, why is everyone awake?”
“Because it’s the morning, butthead.” He grabbed four mugs. “I’m going to run here in a minute. I just needed some Joe.”
“Oh, a run.” Rook blinked a few times, and gave Jason a soft smile. “Don’t tell me you’re a morning person, too.”
“I used to have to train people at five a.m. I don’t have any clients now, though.” Jason stepped toward Rook.
Knight chuckled. “Take Rookie back to bed, blow him, and you both have another nap.”
“That’s a great idea.” Bishop came in, already wearing his running clothes. “Jason’s not half bad at blow jobs, actually.”
That woke Rook up. “You got a blow job?”
Bishop just looked smug.
“It wasn’t a suggestion, pretty baby. Go blow him, and you can sleep.” This was kind of fun.
Jason’s eyes went wide, but Rook chuckled and slid his hand into Jason’s. “Did you really give Bishop a blow job?” Rook asked as they disappeared down the hall.
Bishop laughed.
Knight grinned over. “Rookie’s jealous.”
“Yep. Wanted that mouth for himself. I got Jason warmed up for him, though.” Bish stopped next to him, bumped their hips. “You and Rook had a little quality time, huh?”
“Mmm-hmm. He was restless. He slept, after.”
“With you.” Bish smiled and drew him close. “You kept him. You still feeling that mellow?”
“I’m okay.” He rested against Bish’s body. He loved this man. He’d known that wouldn’t change when Jason got here, but still. It was good to feel it was still true. He had enough love to go around…they all did.
“Did you sleep at all?” Bish asked, fingers moving slowly on him.
He shook his head, his body shifting helplessly against that touch.
“Do you want to?” Those fingers knew just where to touch him to get him all hot and bothered.
“Do I want to what?”
“Sleep? I can make you nap, you know.” Bish tickled him. “I’m the magic make-Knight-sleep man.”
“Are you?” He chuckled as he leaned in. “I made us coffee.” He’d rather have Bish’s attention, though.
“Coffee isn’t going to help you sleep.” Bish grabbed his lower lip and tugged on it, Bish’s tongue tickling him.
“Mmm…” They swayed together and he found himself blinking slowly.
The tugging turned into kissing, Bish keeping it slow, sensuous. Knight’s mind couldn’t focus and he couldn’t quite remember what he was doing. Had been doing. Whatever.
They rocked and Bish hummed softly and it all kind of swirled around in his head. His eyes closed, his hands slipping over Bishop’s shoulders.
“Mmm… I could do anything I wanted to you, couldn’t I?”
“Hmm?” He was easy.
“I want to fist you, and I want Jason and Rookie to be there, to watch…to help.”
“What?” He blinked over, frowned. “Wait. What?”
Bishop laughed softly. “Not paying attention?”
“I told you, I’m not bottoming while Jason is here, Bish.”
“Fisting isn’t about bottoming.”
His head tilted so fast his neck cracked. “What?”
“It’s about intimacy and love.” Bishop rubbed his lips. “It’s about love.”
“That’s cheating, Bish.” He hated when Bish cheated.
“What? How am I cheating?”
“I need to rest or run or something.”
“Then come to bed, babe, and let me put you to sleep. We’ll save the fisting, but it’s going to happen.”
“It won’t. Not for a year.” His fingers twined with Bishop’s.
“You’ll see. You know I’m right, deep down.” Bishop brought his hand up and kissed the back of it.
“Not happening.” They wandered down the hallway.
“Sure it is.” They stopped at the big bedroom, peeking in on Jason and Rook. Rook was curled around Jason, both of them moaning and moving slowly as they touched each other. “Oh, now, that’s a pretty sight, eh, K?”
“Mmm-hmm. Take me to bed.” He needed Bishop more than he needed the pretty right now.
“You got it.” Bishop brought him to his room at the far end of the hallway. The place was dark and leather, and totally Bish—masculine, quiet, strong…perfect. Bish led him to the bed, then sat on it, pulling him in between his spread legs. His lips were taken moments later.
He hummed, crawling into Bish’s lap, happy as a clam as he settled. The slow, drugging kisses started up again, Bish honing his focus until nothing else existed. Knight was melting, moaning and relaxed…lazy against him.
Bish knew how to do it to him—how to derail him and leave him spread out and relaxed. Of course, not all of him was relaxed just yet.
Bish’s hand caressed his spine, then spread him out over the mattress as the kisses faded and worked their way down over his neck, his chest.
“Mmm…Bish. Love…” His legs felt so heavy…
“Right here, giving it to you.”
He nodded, floating…soaring.
Bish worshiped him with his hands, caressing his skin like it was something holy. Deep sounds started bubbling from him, pouring from him.
Hot lips wrapped around his right nipple, a tongue flicking across it, and Knight moaned, whispering to his lover about his art, his night, his need. Bish translated his words into sensations, playing him like an instrument.
He wasn’t even sure if he was hard, if he was aroused. He simply needed.
Bish touched him everywhere, kissed him everywhere. That tongue touched every inch of his skin. Knight moaned, shivering, legs spread, world spinning. Pushing his legs up and out, Bish speared his ass with the hottest fucking tongue on earth—the sudden move surprising him, shocking him.
“Bishop.” His head and shoulders left the mattress. He could feel Bish’s smile pressed against his ass as that tongue delved into him. “Oh, fuck. Please. So good…”
Strong fingers held his cheeks apart, Bish’s tongue not stopping for a second. Knight rubbed his hand down his belly, wrapped it around his cock and started stroking.
That’s when Bish stopped, rising up over his body. “Ready, baby?”
“Love…” He nodded. He was ready for anything. The head of Bish’s prick pushed against his hole, spread him open. Knight hummed, bearing down, his entire focus on where they connected, and Bish pushed in and in, stretching him wider every second.
“Yes…” He moaned, hips rolling a little bit faster.
“Such a sexy bottom slut.” Bishop murmured the words against his lips, cock pushing into him over and over. Knight grumbled softly, but the pressure was so good, the pleasure so big, that he let the words go. Bishop rubbed hot lips along his cheek and jaw to his earlobe then bit it. “You’re mine.” The words whispered through him.
One strong hand dragged along his side, burning through him. Then Bish’s mouth covered his again, tongue pushing in, thrusting just like that cock.
Knight squeezed tight, came hard, shuddering. His. His Bish.
Love.
Once he came, Bish speeded up, hips humping hard for about twenty seconds. Then Bish came, filling him with amazing heat.
“Bishop.” He groaned, almost sobbing.
“I’ve got you, baby.” Bish stayed buried inside him, the kisses on his face feeling soft and necessary.
“Ought to go for a run…” His head was so heavy.
“You ought to close your eyes and sleep. It’s okay, I’ve got you
.”
“Stay with me?” At least for a little while?
“Yeah. I’m already doing my plans for this morning.”
“Mmm.” He cuddled in. “Mine.”
Sleep took him easily, grabbing him and sinking him into dreams.
Chapter Nine
Jason woke up—for the third time—and headed into the bathroom. His ass hurt, his balls hurt, and he thought he was going to just die.
Someone had said there were weights. Maybe after his shower a workout would help.
“Mmm. You don’t mind if I shower with you, do you, honey?” Rook didn’t wait for an answer, coming into the bathroom all sleepy smiles.
Jason shook his head. How could he mind? Rook had been…exceptionally good to him.
Rook got the water turned on, hot spray coming into the enormous shower stall out of a half-dozen nozzles at various heights and angles. “After you.”
“Wow…” He blinked, more than a little stunned.
Rook grinned. “What can I say? We’re hedonists.”
“It’s stunning.” He stepped in, moaning softly. God. Hot water. Hot water with massage heads.
Of course some of the massaging was Rook, the man’s hands working magic on his shoulders and back.
“It’s hugely decadent and I love it to death.”
“Uh-huh.” He let his head hang down, tried to make his muscles relax.
“You’re tight.”
“Sore.” Things he didn’t know could be sore were sore.
“We worked you hard, huh?” Soft kisses landed on his shoulders. “Don’t worry. I plan to pamper you today.”
His cheeks heated. Rook was so good to him. The massage continued, Rook working one stubborn knot after another.
“Thank you.” His knees were actually a little weak. “You’re very good at that.”
“I’ve had lots of practice. Not that you aren’t special, I didn’t mean that at all.”
“No. No, of course not.” But he knew better. He was hired help. Not a partner. Just…theirs.
Rook’s lips wrapped around his skin, sucking gently where his neck met his shoulder.
“I… Oh.” He could feel the blood rising to the surface of his skin. The hum that answered him vibrated all along his skin. That was going to leave a bruise.