Chess Part One Box Set

by Sean Michael

  “Yes…” Knight’s knees drew up, giving him more.

  He curled his fingers, finding Knight’s gland…right…

  “Mouse!”

  There. That was what he was looking for. He pegged it again, watching Knight’s face. The look there was beginning to slide into bliss. He pushed in a third finger, stretching Knight as he kept working the little gland, not letting up for a moment. Soft moans started sounding, filling the air.

  He kept the pressure up with his free hand, pushing his thumb into Knight’s flesh to draw up marks. He loved painting his artist.

  When every line of Knight’s body was straining toward him, he let his fingers slide away, pushing his cock to that little hole. He was careful not to catch the guiche as he pressed in.

  “Take your knees, baby.” If Knight rolled himself up, it’d be easier to keep clear of the piercing.

  Knight nodded, raised his knees and spread.

  “Oh, fucking perfect.” He pushed all the way in, nodding as his balls squished up against Knight’s ass.

  Knight moaned, toes curling. Hands on the backs of Knight’s thighs, he helped his lover keep those legs up, and started humping. He could see the reflection of the light on Knight’s nipple rings. That vision hit him right in the balls and he moved faster, harder.

  “So beautiful.” Knight was looking right at him.

  “That’d be you, baby.”

  “Don’t stop, okay?”

  “Never.” He pushed in harder.

  Knight nodded, lips parting as they moved together. He worked his prick in and out, holding Knight’s gaze. Knight’s fingers wrapped around the cuff chains, using the tension to bear down against him.

  “Yes! Fuck! Knight!” He jerked into Knight, his movements losing their finesse.

  “My Mouse. Right… Oh, fuck. Right there.”

  “I know.” He kept pegging Knight’s gland, so fucking close he could taste it. He wasn’t coming until Knight did, though. Damn it.

  “Come on. Come on.” Knight moaned, head tossing.

  “You first, baby.”

  “Uhn…” Knight was trying to argue, Bish could tell.

  He grabbed Knight’s prick around the middle and gave a few half-jacks, staying well away from the pretty ring shining at the top.

  “Oh. Oh, Bish. What if…? What if I can’t come?”

  He snorted. “You can come.”

  Pushing in hard, he hit Knight’s gland.

  Knight arched, a sharp cry sounding. “Again!”

  “Pushy.” And he loved it. He nailed Knight’s gland a few more times.

  “Yes! Yes! Mouse, love!” Knight pulled furiously on the cuffs. “The tip. Please. Just once. Need it.” Greedy, pushy, beautiful man.

  Bishop let his hand move up along Knight’s prick, then he very carefully pushed his thumb into Knight’s slit. Knight screamed, and his spunk sprayed, back bowing impossibly. Bishop watched, even as his own body tightened, Knight’s orgasm bringing about his own.

  Perfect. Fucking perfect.

  Knight came and came, body shuddering and shifting through every second of it. Bish kept moving his hips, kept nudging Knight’s gland, making it last for both of them. By the time Knight relaxed, the man was open-mouthed, his eyes closed, totally lost in pleasure.

  Bish rolled his hips a bit more and pulled out, collapsing next to Knight, one hand on the man’s belly to keep them connected.

  Knight moaned. “Love.”

  Yeah. Yeah. He nodded, patted Knight’s belly. “Always.”

  Knight sighed, entire body relaxing, melting down into the mattress, cuffed hands lax.

  Now Knight would sleep for hours and, when he woke, Bish would feed him, then love him into submission yet again, keeping the brilliant mind blown with pleasure until Knight was settled once again in his skin.

  Chapter Seven

  Knight slept for days.

  Days.

  And when he woke up, Bish was there to touch him, love him, and put him back to sleep. Occasionally there was something to tempt him to eat—homemade bread with caramelized butter, grilled asparagus tips wrapped in prosciutto, slivers of smoked salmon—but mostly he slept.

  Finally his own stench had him pushing out of bed and staggering to the shower. Knight didn’t look at his scraggly self in the mirrors, either—he just turned on the hot water. The sensation of the water against his nipple rings had him gasping. His cock jerked, began to swell, and the water hit his PA.

  “Oh, fuck, look at you.” Rook’s voice was nearly a purr and he looked up to catch Rook licking his lips.

  “I was dirty.” He felt a little giddy.

  “You look edible. God, that jewelry is pretty on you.” Rook’s eyes were fastened to his nipples.

  “Thank you. How’s Jase?”

  “About as freaked out about the piercings as you are.” Rook pushed his own chest out. “I love mine.”

  “They look amazing. Can I touch?”

  “Just a little and don’t tug. I wish they didn’t take so long to heal.” Rook grinned at him and stepped closer.

  “I won’t.” He reached out, just barely brushed one fingertip over one ring.

  Rook’s eyes glazed over and he moaned, his whole body jerking. “Oh, fuck. Knight.”

  “Not for a few weeks.”

  Rook chuckled and pressed in close. “Perv,” Rook said happily.

  “Uh-huh.” He rested one cheek against Rook’s shoulder.

  Rook slid his arms around his waist, the two of them standing together in the shower. Knight kissed Rook’s jaw, neck—just relaxing. Eventually, Rook grabbed the shampoo and began washing his hair, massaging his scalp.

  “Oh, God. Rookie…” He groaned, head falling forward.

  Rook just kept massaging, stroking his head and making him feel good all the way through.

  “So good. So good, Rookie.” He sighed and stretched, the smile undeniable.

  “You know I’ll always take care of you, K.”

  “You been fucking Jase through the mattress?”

  “Yep. And Bish has been making you sleep.”

  “Uh-huh. Forever.”

  Rook giggled. “Or five days, which I realize is even longer.”

  “Eons. I’ve probably lost my talents.”

  Rook laughed. “Baloney.”

  “You don’t think?”

  “You have more talent in your big toe than most people have all their lives.” Rook kissed him softly. “Nothing will ever change that.”

  What made it perfect was that Rook believed that, honestly.

  The hands on his head moved down, lazily working his shoulders.

  “I missed you the last few days.” He leaned hard. He needed Bish, but no one made him happy like Rook.

  “Me, too. And I’m here now.”

  “You are.” He took another kiss, long and lazy. “Thank you.”

  “My pleasure, K.” And Rook meant that honestly, too.

  Grabbing the soap, Rook continued to touch him, slick fingers gliding on his skin like magic.

  “Fuck, I love your touch. I want to feel you.”

  “How do you want me? Name it.”

  “Yes.” He smiled and it felt normal, easy, for the first time in months. “But right now I want you to touch me and let me feel your magic.”

  Rook melted against him, smiling as he pressed their lips together. He cupped Rook’s face, letting himself lick the water off Rookie’s lips. Rook’s fingers danced over his skin, stroking him like he was precious. He moaned, drinking Rook’s joy.

  Staying away from his nipples, Rook still teased him, circling his areola.

  “Do yours ache?”

  “All the damn time. Makes me fucking horny!” Like Rookie needed a reason.

  “I want to suck them, see what you do.”

  Rook shuddered. “Oh, fuck, yes.”

  That made him smile. “Want to tug them, twist a little.”

  Rook nodded hard. “Yes. Yes.”

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��Soon, hmm?” Soon he’d be able to drive Rookie nuts.

  “Uh-huh. I can’t wait.”

  Rook’s mouth met his—this kiss needier. He fucked Rook’s lips as he moaned softly. Rook rubbed up against him, all hot and bothered now.

  “Easy.” He shifted his pierced cock over, moaning deep in his throat.

  Rook’s eyes went wide. “Sorry, K.”

  “Don’t be.” He wasn’t.

  Rook cuddled up, “Does it hurt to come?”

  “God, no.” He whispered in Rookie’s ear, “It’s so fucking good. Don’t tell Bish.”

  Rook laughed for him, mouth pressing against his. “You’re so bad!”

  “Love you, Rookie.” He laughed, too—the sound bubbling out of him.

  Rook beamed at him. “Love you, too, K.” Then Rook laughed again. “I love it when we get to wallow in it.”

  “Fuck, yes.”

  Rook’s fingers went back to their exploration, slick with soap and rubbing all over his body. It was soothing and arousing at the same time. His cock was full and hard, the ring throbbing. Rook’s hand wandered down to his package, cupping his balls. When the fingertips brushed his guiche, he jumped.

  “Oh, God. You’re so sexy, K. So damn sexy.”

  He felt sexy. Sensual. Fine. God, he hated it when Bish was right.

  Rook’s hold moved to the base of his prick, his lover being really careful.

  “Gonna make me shoot?” He wanted that, bone deep.

  “You fucking know it.”

  “Thank God.” Knight rested against Rook, his hands circling Rook’s hips.

  “No, thank me.”

  He chuckled, kissed Rook’s jaw. “Thank you.”

  Rookie grinned again, his fingers so delicate as they moved up and down his prick.

  “Oh, damn.” His toes curled.

  “Your face when you’re wanting makes me so hard.”

  “Everything makes you hard.”

  Rook stuck out his tongue. “Don’t ruin the romance, K.”

  He cracked up, laughing deep and hard. Rook got his attention back lickety-split, thumb pressing against the tip of his cock, careful not to touch the ring.

  Knight’s eyes crossed. “Fuck. Rookie.”

  “I can, if you want me to.” Rook slid his tongue along Knight’s lower lip.

  “Mmm.” He could handle that. In fact, he was sort of incredibly for that idea.

  “Oh, fuck yes. Turn around, K. I’ll take care of you.”

  He turned, hands on the tile, pushing his ass out toward Rook, shaking it side to side. Rook’s laughter warmed him—the hands on his ass were even better.

  “God, I love your ass.”

  “Is it nice and round?” He knew better. It was lean and tight.

  “It’s fucking perfect.” Rook slapped him gently.

  “Hey!” Rook wasn’t allowed to do that.

  Rook giggled, then rubbed up against him. “How am I supposed to resist this ass, hmm?”

  “Butthead. No spanking. You have Jase for that.” Like Rook would ever swat Jason.

  Rook snorted. “Jase doesn’t like it like you do.” One of Rook’s fingers probed his ass.

  “No? You… Oh, just like that, Rookie.”

  “Nobody likes it like you do.” Rook crooked his finger, finding Knight’s gland.

  “Nobody?” He went up on tiptoe, eyes rolling.

  Rook’s kisses slid along his spine as the finger inside him disappeared. It came back a moment later, slick, pushing in easily. Hell, yes. Just like that. God, he needed.

  Another finger pushed in and Rook found his gland again, pegging it before coming back and pegging it again. Knight rested his head on his hands, leaned in and sighed softly. Each kiss, each breath that slid over the skin of his back said Rook loved him.

  They should all get together tonight—be together…be a family.

  Rook’s fingers disappeared, then the hard head of Rook’s prick pushed against him, pushed into him. He moved back into it, breathing out as he made room for Rook’s cock. Groaning, long and low, Rook kept working in until Knight felt the cradle of Rook’s hips against his ass. Rook kissed his spine, then laid his cheek against it.

  “Love this, K. Love feeling you around me.” Rook hummed the words out.

  They stayed like that for a long moment, Rook filling him, resting against him. Then his Rookie began to move. He rode him slow and easy, moving on that pretty cock, his toes curled. He heard the noises Rook made, each one for him, warm and good and sexy.

  This was easier than Bish—like breathing, to let Rook love him. Rook reached around, wrapping long fingers around his prick.

  “Yeah, Rookie. That’s sweet.”

  “Uh-huh. I’ve got you.” Sweet kisses slid over his back as that hand slid over his cock, Rook’s rhythm getting faster.

  “Got me.” He moaned softly, feeling his eyelashes brush his arms.

  “Always.” Rook shifted and hit his gland.

  “Rookie!” Oh, hell yes.

  “Yes!” Rook sounded fierce and hit him there again, the slow, easy glides giving way to hard, needy thrusts.

  He called out, needing Rook, needing this. Rook kept pushing into him, giving him everything. Every time Rook slammed in, the heavy balls nudged his guiche, making him shiver. Rook’s hand slid forward on his cock, nudging the ring on his prick. Spunk shot from him, his entire body shuddering violently as he came.

  “Knight!” Rook called his name, jerking inside him.

  “Rookie…” He moaned happily, settled in his bones.

  “My Knight.”

  “My Knight.” Bishop’s voice was low, husky. “I brought a plug for him, Rookie, and I ordered Chinese.”

  He felt Rookie’s smile against his back. “And Jason?”

  Bish chuckled. “Putting Knight’s favorite movie in the DVD player.”

  “Are there blankets on the couch?” They loved cuddling together on the huge sectional.

  “Of course there are.” Bish showed him the plug before sliding it down his back where Rookie took it.

  “I didn’t say you could plug me.” He was relaxed enough that he didn’t even tense.

  Rook giggled, the plug hard but warm against his ass.

  “Laughing at me!” He squeezed Rook’s cock with his ass.

  Rookie groaned softly. “Nope. I never laugh at you, K.”

  “No? You sure?” He kept clenching then relaxing, over and over.

  “Fuck!” Rook panted, one hand wrapping around his hip and holding on tight.

  Bishop laughed softly. “Talented boy. Fucking live for your ass, Knight.”

  “So wicked, Knight.” Rook kissed his spine again. “We’re going to turn into prunes. Happy, well-fucked prunes, but still prunes.”

  “Vanity, vanity.” Despite the words, he stepped forward to let Rook slide out. The press of the plug surprised him—he’d thought he could avoid it, what with Bish not being the one having it in hand.

  Rookie was right there, though—pushing it in, locking his seed inside him. Knight’s eyes rolled a little, his heart slamming in his chest. Rook didn’t back away, just seated the plug, then hugged him close, body pressing against his back.

  “Come on, you two. Dry off. I brought you sweats.” Bishop was licking his lips, smiling. “And there’s a chocolate cake for dessert.”

  “Damn. Did Jason make it?” Jason had turned out to be a far better cook than any of them.

  “I ordered it in.”

  Oh, hell yes.

  “Oh!” Rook patted his ass and gave him another soft kiss to his spine. “That means it’s that really amazing one from Diniso’s. See you guys there!”

  He chuckled as Rook grabbed a towel and bounced off, calling for Jason. Knight turned off the water and moved into the open towel Bish was holding for him.

  “You’re looking easy in your skin.” Bish began to towel him off, hands patting him through the terrycloth.

  “I slept for a hundred weeks.”

/>   Bish snorted. “Give or take a hundred weeks.”

  “Uh-huh.” He leaned into those amazing muscles. “Forever.”

  “Long enough for now.” Bish wrapped the towel around him. “Now come on. They’re saving room for us under the covers and cake.”

  “Sounds perfect.”

  It really did. Chicken lo mein and cake.

  “That’s because it is.” Bish ran a finger along his lower lip and they headed for the living room and their lovers.

  Chapter Eight

  Jason headed downstairs to the gym at six a.m., needing a workout in the worst way. He’d missed three days last week, and he was getting lazy. He touched the heat up a little, turned the music on and started warming up.

  Footsteps sounded on the stairs and in a moment Bish had joined him. “Hey, looks like I’m not the only early bird.”

  “Morning, Bish.” He nodded, smiled, and turned the treadmill up.

  “Morning, baby boy.” Bish’s hand landed on his ass.

  His footsteps stumbled, his rhythm lost.

  “Careful,” murmured Bish.

  “Yeah. Yeah.” He nodded, focused on the run again. No focusing on Bishop. None.

  And it worked, until Bishop set up next to him, shirt off, biking right there beside him.

  Asshole. Beautiful man. Muscled beast.

  Like Bish could hear him, the man turned and smiled. Jason felt his cheeks heat and his balls draw up.

  “We could move to the bench. Spot each other.” The words sounded so dirty coming out of Bish’s mouth.

  “Sure. Sure, if you’re warmed up.”

  “I’m getting there.”

  “Yeah, me too.” Like whoa.

  Bish’s smile was definitely wicked. The man got off the bike and bent, right there in front of him, to pick up his shirt. He licked his lips, almost reaching for that fine ass. Then Bish stood and turned around, smiling at him knowingly.

  “You lifting first or am I?” he asked, trying to ignore the husky tone in his own voice.

  “Go ahead.”

  “Okay.”

  Bish followed him to the bench and helped him set the weights up. Jason lay back, humming as he grabbed the bar.

  Bish stood at his head, all those chest muscles gleaming. The man was ripped…and half hard.

  Sexy. Really fucking sexy.

  “Good job. Keep it up.”

  Jason did five more reps, then rested.