by Sean Michael
“No. No, I mean, it’s so there.”
“Ah. Mentally and emotionally heavy.” He got that. He liked it, actually.
“Yes. I love that, that you understand me.”
“It’s important that I do.” He kissed the top of Way’s head, then steered them around a bunch of people waiting outside a restaurant. It was a new one and it looked like, so far anyway, it was popular.
“Look at all those guys. It must be good, huh?”
“Yeah, I imagine so. We could give them a try next weekend.” This weekend they were going to be stay-at-homes. And he really had no desire to change those plans. He imagined Way wasn’t interested in that either.
“Maybe. Not tonight. Please.”
“No, I promised you dinner at home. If you could have anything you wanted delivered, what would it be? Anything at all.”
“Onion rings.”
“Yeah? The ones from Forenzo’s are the best. They’ve got those amazing blueberry moon pies too. All that deep-fried goodness.”
“And they have meatball sandwiches, right?”
“I’ve got your meatball sandwiches right here, baby.” He waggled his eyebrows outrageously.
Way looked at him, eyes rolling back in his head, playfully. “You’re a giant dork.”
“I am.” And he’d distracted Way, made him smile and play.
“I love that about you.”
“Yeah? Cool. Because I don’t think it’s going to change anytime soon.” He swung their hands as they walked.
“No. No, I don’t want you to change. You’re my best friend.”
God, he loved Way. So much. “You’re mine too.” He hurried, wanting to get his boy home, to be able to hug and kiss him.
There was a clap of thunder, and then the skies opened up. Way jumped. “Neal! Hurry!” His happy laughter was lost in the next rumble from the clouds.
Holding hands tightly, they ran, laughing as they got soaked through.
He loved this—having a lover, a boy, a best friend, someone to be with. Someone to run through the rain with.
It rained all the way home, the thunderclaps loud and frequent.
They were beyond soaked when they got home, dripping all over the floor. He didn’t think he’d ever seen Way so beautiful.
“We made it!” Way laughed happily, clapping for him. “That was crazy!”
Another clap of thunder sounded and he laughed again. “It was—it is!” He hugged Way to him and kissed his boy’s cold lips.
Way kissed him back, the connection starting a fire that threatened to burn him alive. He pulled at Way’s clothes, tugging them off, tearing them when he needed to.
He had to touch, had to be inside his boy, had to take this perfect offer. Way helped him with his clothes too, and they left everything in a soaking heap by the door. Pushing Way up against the wall, he took kiss after kiss.
Way opened up, tongue sliding along his, his boy so hungry.
He could feel the metal of Way’s Prince Albert against his skin and he moaned. God, that was sexy. He grabbed Way’s ass and pulled him up.
His boy was erect, the pressure against his hip sure and firm, the tip burning with heat. He tilted Way and his boy’s legs wrapped around his waist, giving him easy access to that sweet little hole.
“Hey!” Way licked at his lips, playing with him, teasing him.
“Hey,” he said as he shifted to rub his hard cock along Way’s crack. He wanted to pound Way right into the wall, right here, right now.
“You feel needy. You like rain.”
“I like storms. They make me hot. Almost as hot as you make me.” He hoisted Way higher, then brought him down slowly, his prick pushing at Way’s hole.
“Almost.” His eyes went wide as he found Way slick, ready for him.
“Love… oh God.” He kept dropping Way down, pushing into his boy’s tight ass.
“For you. A present.”
“Thank you—I love it.” He groaned as he went all the way in, Way’s ass sitting against his thighs. “It’s perfect.”
His eyes rolled up in his head, and Way’s moan sounded as he groaned. It felt amazing. Of course, his boy always did.
“Love you,” he told Way as he began to move, pushing up into Way’s hot body over and over.
“Love.” He felt Way slamming down against him, again and again, adding his strength to Neal’s.
“I can feel your ring, rubbing against my belly.” It was damn hot too.
“It’s hot inside me, you know?”
“Mmm. No.” He laughed softly and thrust again, then again. “But that’s okay.”
“Uh. Uh-huh. Fuck. Okay. Yes, okay.”
He had a feeling that Way had no clue what he was saying anymore. That worked for him.
It made him smile, the unusual curse word from his boy’s mouth. It proved how out of his mind he had Way.
He moved faster, bouncing Way on his cock. Way moaned, soft cries filling the air, taking him in, every inch.
It felt so good, and as another clap of thunder sounded, he shouted happily.
Way jerked, squeezing around his cock, milking him.
“Come for me, love. I want to feel you.”
“Can I? With the ring?”
“Of course you can—it’s not a plug.”
“Of course?” Way groaned, his eyes rolling back into his head.
Neal chuckled, but the sound turned into a groan as Way squeezed tight around him. He sped his movements, pushing up into Way as hard as he could…. They were banging against the wall, the rhythm of the sound hard and fast.
Spunk sprayed from Way’s cock, the soft cry so sweet, and yet so shockingly loud.
It pulled his own orgasm from him and he slammed into Way’s ass one last time, filling Way with come.
His boy’s body vibrated around him, milking his cock as they both worked through the aftershocks.
He leaned against Way, his boy’s back against the wall as they panted. He loved this man more every damn day.
“We… we… wow.” Way began to giggle, a tiny little noise that grew louder.
Neal had to laugh, Way’s sweet sounds addictive.
“We made love standing against the wall,” he said, finally finishing Way’s thought.
“We totally did. Wet and in the living room.”
“Yeah. It was pretty epic.” He rubbed their noses together, then their lips, taking a lazy kiss. “I’m thinking a hot shower might be the appropriate follow-up to that, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh. Then onion rings, right?”
Focused boy.
“We could totally put the order in before we get into the shower. That way we’re sure to have onion rings soon.”
“Mm-hmm. And it would keep you from being naughty.”
That was actually the only drawback he could see for the plan. “I thought you liked it when I was naughty?”
Way grinned, the look impish, wicked. “Sometimes.”
He pulled out carefully and let Way down onto his feet. Then he swatted Way’s perfect ass. “Brat.”
“Not!”
“Are! You were all slicked up for me!” It had been amazing. And it totally took the wind out of any of Way’s arguments about him being a horndog and naughty.
“I… I wanted to surprise you. I did it in the shower.”
“It was amazing. Thank you, love. Feel free to do it again any time you want.” If Way hadn’t had a physical job, Neal would’ve made it a rule.
“Maybe on Fridays. Maybe.”
“Wouldn’t that be a wonderful tradition?” He’d love it. It was so hot having Way ready for him, knowing that his boy had been thinking of him, wanted to be ready for him.
“I like the idea. A lot. So long as no one catches me.”
“What do you mean catches you—as in catches you lubing yourself up?” He didn’t see how that would happen. If someone wanted privacy at the gym, it was possible to find it.
“Yeah. I use the shower stal
ls in the submissives’ space, and they are jokesters.”
“If anyone bothers you too much, you come tell me, hmmm? But I honestly think if they’re kidding around with you, that means they’ve accepted you as one of their own. Besides, being ready for your master’s possession is something they all know about.”
“They don’t bother, Sir.” Way shot him a look, looking for his approval of the honorific. “They’re just teases.”
He smiled, still loving to hear Way call him sir or Master. “Well, hopefully you’ll be able to be private, then.” He kissed the top of his boy’s head and they went up the stairs. He detoured by the phone rather than going straight into the bathroom.
“I’ll get the water started and the towels in the warmer.”
“Thank you, boy. I’ll make sure supper is on its way.” He offered Way a warm smile, then watched as his boy disappeared into the bathroom, admiring Way’s lovely ass.
There was an additional little something extra in that walk that was no doubt thanks to the new jewelry his boy was wearing. And that was awesome.
Chapter Seven
WAY WOKE up before Neal and padded into the bathroom to explore his new piercing in private. The skin was a little angry, but not bad, not scary, a little sore, a little tender, a little red. Not much worse than when it got played with, really.
A jolt went through him every time he touched it.
The jewelry fascinated his fingers—the metal a deep, rosy gold with three balls in the ring. It was heavy, thick, and it hit his thigh when he dropped his cock.
“Ah, I should have known you’d be in here, playing with it.”
“Looking at it,” he corrected.
“You haven’t touched it?” Neal asked, sounding surprised.
“I have. It’s in me. I have to touch it.” Silly man.
Neal chuckled at him. “Well, that would be more that it’s touching you, no? Did your fingers come in contact with it?”
“Yeah. I wanted to see it, you know? The balls.”
“It is pretty.” Neal stood behind him and reached for his cock.
“It’s….” His breath caught. “It’s gorgeous.”
“The rest will match.”
He looked up at Neal, surprise in his eyes. “The rest.”
“Uh-huh. A guiche, your nipples. Maybe a ladder eventually….”
“I—” Whoa. No. He couldn’t do that. Imagine it. No.
“Once you’re used to this one and are ready for more.” Neal kissed the top of his head, playing with his cock but not touching the piercing.
“More. I don’t know when I’ll be ready for that.”
“Eventually. You will be.” Neal sounded so sure.
“I don’t know.”
Neal tapped the tip of his cock, making him gasp.
“I do.” Neal touched his cock again, jostling the jewelry without even touching it.
“No touching.” Right? No touching?
“I didn’t touch, love. And I’ll have to touch to clean it and to move it so the skin doesn’t close around it.” Neal reached down and cupped Way’s balls, tapping and rolling his nuts.
Working one finger up along his cock, Neal kept touching him, kept working him. He ached, his body throbbing, his cock hard.
“I can’t wait to play with it properly. To twist it and tug it. To use it to make you crazy.” Neal kissed his jaw, his temple. “When it’s healed, I’ll be able to lock sounds inside you.”
Way knew his eyes were pulling at the corners, but Neal’s words were so… huge and hot and totally shorting him out.
“You’re going to love it. All the things I teach you.”
Neal rubbed against his back, warm and solid and safe.
“You’re making me ache, Neal.”
“Excellent. That’s what I was going for.”
That made him chuckle, and he begged a kiss. Neal gave it to him, turning him so he could press against Neal’s body.
His hard cock rubbed Neal’s belly, the ring stinging. Neal grabbed his ass, holding on and keeping him right there. Could Neal feel the heat? The way he burned?
“God, I want you, Way. I need you.” Neal kissed him again, tongue sweeping through his mouth.
“Please.” He wasn’t even sure what he was asking for.
“Yeah, love, I’ve got you.” Neal grabbed his ass, fingers sliding along his crack.
His hole had been well-loved last night, more than once. Hell, more than twice, but he wanted it again. Neal tested it, finger sliding in easily. Still, his master reached for the lube, the cool slickness feeling incredible as Neal pushed his wet finger in.
“Mmm. Lean over the sink, boy. Spread for me.”
He moved to do as Neal asked, feeling sexy and hot, the need so huge. It was always so big.
“Look at you.” Neal pressed deep, spreading him wide for a second, then returning with more slick. “I love your eagerness. I love the way need makes you shine.”
“You make me need. I never did before.” He’d been too ashamed. Now he was reveling in it, Neal making him fly every night.
“Love you, Way.” Neal pushed a second finger into him, sliding them in and out, rubbing so good. “You have the sweetest, swollen little hole.”
The things Neal said. He moaned and pushed back, offering himself over. Neal tugged out his fingers, and the next thing Way knew, he could feel Neal’s hard, hot cock pressed against his hole.
“I could fuck you every day, forever.”
“Only once a day,” he teased.
“At least once a day,” Neal countered. “Preferably several times. If I could get paid to do that, I’d work the longest hours of anyone ever.”
Way began to laugh, his body clenching around Neal convulsively.
“I love laughing sex,” Neal told him, thrusting slowly.
“I love you!” He rocked back, making a clear request for more.
Neal moved faster, hands sliding along his sides down to his hips. Wrapping around them, Neal pulled him back into the thrusts. Neal’s thumbs slid in, spreading him, exposing his hole.
It was huge and perfect at the same time.
“So hot,” murmured Neal, continuing to work Way’s hole. Then Neal pushed his thumbs in deeper alongside his cock.
“Oh damn. Way. God, you’re amazing. Wonderful.” Neal kept murmuring words of praise.
“So full. Neal. Sir.” He burned.
“Uh-huh.” Neal slid in and out of him, each thrust increasing his need, working him up higher. “You love it.”
“I do. Master.” He tried the word out again, looking for a response.
Neal moaned and pushed in harder. “That’s right, boy. You do.”
That sound made his eyes cross, almost as much as the pressure filling him up.
“Love you. Love you.” Neal moved faster, thrust harder, everything ramping up.
“Love.” Harder. He slammed back, taking all he could.
Neal grunted and moaned, but didn’t share any more words, only his body, joining them together like Neal wanted to meld them completely.
He didn’t see a real problem with that, not with Neal straining above him, face a rictus of pleasure in the mirror.
He didn’t know how long they worked together. It didn’t matter anyway. All that mattered was the pleasure of their bodies.
Then Neal grabbed his cock, working the base, not touching his ring. It still moved, though, shifting inside his skin.
He groaned and tensed, his entire body going stiff. “I can feel it.”
“Uh-huh. Yes.” Neal jacked him harder, fucked him harder.
He wasn’t 100 percent sure he could do this. Not even close. Neal seemed pretty sure, though, banging into him and pulling at the base of his cock, tugging hard enough that his eyes crossed.
“You’re going to come for me. Come on my cock.”
“Am I?” He almost wanted to challenge Neal, fight it.
“Yes, boy. You are.” Neal’s hand tightened on his
cock.
He squeezed as hard as he got, clenching tight. Groaning, Neal moved his hand up and down, almost touching the ring a few times.
He wanted Neal to touch and not to touch, all at the same time.
“Come on,” growled Neal. “Show me how good it is.”
“It’s bigger than good. Better than good.”
“Then show me,” Neal insisted, thumb bumping the ring in his cock.
Way gasped, seed spraying from his cock, the pressure near unbearable.
“Yes!” Neal shouted, and filled him with heat. He felt it pulsing into him.
Neal pressed against him, hand still wrapped around his cock. Neal’s heat was all around him and in him and it was so good.
“Good morning,” he moaned, his eyes rolling a little bit.
“Mmm-hmm. Only I think technically it might still be the middle of the night.” Neal kept on holding him, not letting go.
“Is it? I’m all off, time-wise.”
“It’s been quite the weekend, huh?” Neal kissed the top of his head, then slowly pulled away, cock slipping out of him.
“And it’s just started.”
“I know.” Neal laughed, the sound happy and eager. “God, you’re something special, you know that? You make me catch my breath sometimes.”
“Am I? Really?” He wanted to be.
“God, yes. Look at yourself.” Neal took his chin and lifted his head until he was looking in the mirror over the sink. “Look.”
“I look… happy.” He did. He looked happy, peaceful, his face relaxed and easy.
“Yeah. Happy and stunning and beautiful and all mine.” Neal hugged him from behind, arms muscled and tanned against his chest.
“All yours. Should we get more rest? Shower? Make food?” He was easy.
“You hungry? I could go for sneaking out to that all-night diner for pancakes and bacon.”
“That would be fun, huh? Just do it?” It still felt a little wicked to leave the house in the middle of the night.
“Yeah, let me get a plug for you first. Then we can go.”
God, the things Neal said to him, about him. Hell, the things Neal did to him. “We’re going out, though.”
“Yeah, you and me, in our sweats, eating an all-day breakfast at the twenty-four-hour diner. Sounds about perfect, doesn’t it?”