Reclaiming Love

by Vicki McElfresh

  Connor shook his head and forced the muscles to relax.

  Kevin pressed inside him all the way then lowered himself to Connor's chest just as Connor wrapped his legs around Kevin's waist.

  "So good,” Connor murmured.

  "I'm not as big as that monstrous dildo.” A tinge of disappointment colored his voice, as though he wished he could claim he was that big.

  Connor buried his fingers in Kevin's thick hair and captured his lips. “But you feel so much better.” He meant those words, meant them with all his heart.

  Kevin beamed and moved his hips a little, starting a rhythm. “Nice and slow to start,” Kevin whispered. He kept that promise, pulling out slowly and pressing back inside. He tried different angles until he found the one that drew cries from Connor with every motion, and then he moved faster, taking great care that every stroke drew a moan or cry from his partner.

  "Touch yourself. I want to see you come all over your chest."

  He grasped his cock and started pumping in time to Kevin's thrusts. He wasn't going to last long. Kevin's expert assault in his ass and the hand on his cock were a deadly combination. He came with a hoarse cry, spraying his chest and stomach. Kevin's next few thrusts were hard, almost brutal, and Connor cried out with each one, until he felt Kevin come inside him.

  He didn't withdraw for a moment. He leaned down to kiss Connor's lips gently before he slipped out. He trailed a finger through the sticky semen cooling on Connor's chest. “Taste yourself.” He raised the finger to Connor's lips. He sucked it inside, licking the salty liquid away. Kevin fed him another finger wet with his own come, and his cock stirred again.

  Connor raised a wondering hand to Kevin's cheek. “You are the most intoxicating creature I've ever met.” He was besotted, totally besotted. His friends in New York would never believe he would have chosen someone like Kevin. “I think you've bewitched me.” Their lips met for a sweet kiss before Kevin left the bed and went into the bathroom, returning with a damp rag.

  He gently cleaned the mess away. “You liked it?"

  Connor pulled him into his arms, marveling at what he'd found. “Never doubt your endowments again. You make up for it with enthusiasm and skill. Where did you learn to fuck like that?"

  Kevin laughed and laid his head on Connor's chest. “Devon Lancaster."

  "Ah, the mysterious Devon. I'll have to thank him."

  Kevin's face turned bright red, and he tried to hide it. “Please don't."

  "I don't think I've ever seen you embarrassed.” Connor pushed hair aside, trying to see his face. “I won't if you don't want me to, but I'd like to."

  "He's my friend, one of my oldest friends, and the world's worst mother hen."

  Connor laughed. “Mark said you had a fling."

  Kevin nodded. “Before Josh. It was all about sex. He taught me all sorts of naughty tricks.” Kevin wrapped his body around Connor, a little like a blanket. “I don't want to talk about Devon."

  "I won't.” Connor drew him up for a kiss. “When do I get to return all of these favors?

  "Soon. I promise.” His voice trembled a little, as though he wasn't quite certain he believed what he said.

  "When you're ready, love, only then."

  "Soon.” His voice hardened with determination. He lay very still for a moment, until Kevin sat up, apparently struck with an idea. “Does your bathtub work?"

  "Yes."

  "Let's take a bath."

  A few minutes later they were sitting in the tub. The fit was a little tight, and Kevin had been disappointed that Connor didn't own any sort of bubble bath or bath oil, but he'd been content to sit with Connor's legs around his waist.

  "One day,” Kevin said and leaned his head back to stare into Connor's eyes. “I want a house and one of those massive Jacuzzi tubs. Or at least a loft with a massive tub."

  Connor nuzzled Kevin's neck, drawing giggles from him when the motion tickled. “I think you're a hedonist."

  "I am. I definitely am. Let's forget about your furniture for the day. We can get it tomorrow."

  "And what do you want to do today?"

  Kevin caressed the legs wrapped around him. “Stay in bed.” He tilted his head back and grinned, one of those wicked, naughty grins. “Naked. All day."

  Connor laughed, enchanted by the return of Kevin's playful nature. “You have phone calls to make, and you wanted to look for a new place to live, not that I mind having you here, but..."

  The eagerness dampened a little with reality. “I'll make the phone calls, cancel my credit cards, call my insurance company and all of that, but that's all. I don't want to think about that today. I want to enjoy my day. I want to be with you. It's my Valentine's present to you.” He shifted to his knees, facing Connor, and wrapped his arms around his neck. Their foreheads touched. There were no words for a long moment, and then Kevin's lips brushed over his softly. “I think I'm falling in love with you,” Kevin whispered.

  Connor shivered.

  "I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I am so glad you came to the reading group that night. So glad.” A kiss punctuated his words. “Are you my reward for living through hell?"

  Connor swallowed hard. “I hope so.” He cradled Kevin's face. “I hope so.” The kiss that followed was both hard and heated, and then slow and easy. Kevin's hands were in his hair, then sliding over his chest. “We could do this someplace more comfortable. The bed, perhaps."

  Kevin laughed, a bright mercurial laugh that warmed Connor's heart, but Kevin did get out of the tub and offered Connor a hand up. Kevin led him, still wet and dripping, into the bedroom. He crawled into the middle of the bed, looking for all the world like a demented angel. Connor changed his mind when Kevin laid back and spread his legs slightly, fingers tracing over his erect cock. He looked more like a little demon.

  "And just what,” Connor said, moving onto the bed. “Do you want me to do to you?"

  "Make love to me,” Kevin whispered.

  Connor bit his lip to restrain a cry of joy. Instead, he smiled and bent to kiss Kevin. “Do you remember what to say if you get overwhelmed?"

  "Blueberry. I remember."

  They shared another kiss, and Connor shifted so that he could press his body against Kevin, chest to chest, groin to groin. He moved his hips slightly, creating enough friction to make Kevin moan and squirm beneath him, his hips thrusting up slightly. He laid his thumbs over the dark nipples and traced the outline of each before moving his lips to them. He laved one, alternately nipping and licking, until Kevin moaned and thrust against him before he moved to the other, giving it the same treatment. Kevin's hands were in his hair, and his breathing grew ragged. Connor moved his lips down Kevin's breastbone, licking his way through the dark shadow of hair leading to Kevin's cock. Kevin shaved, but the little stubbles of hair suggested he hadn't gotten to take care of the dark hair that normally circled the base of his shaft.

  "Do you taste as sweet as I've imagined?” He closed his hand around the root and fondled Kevin's balls, which were already drawn up tight.

  Kevin's breath hitched when Connor traced circles around the head of his cock with his tongue. “Yes,” Kevin hissed. “Yes.” Connor grinned and continued licking circles, occasionally dipping his tongue into the slit to draw out a bit of salty liquid. He licked the hard ridge from base to tip before closing his mouth around Kevin's member and sucking down as far as he could. Unlike Kevin, he couldn't deep throat without gagging, but from the sultry moans and the slightly unfocused eyes, Kevin wouldn't complain.

  "Going to come,” Kevin gasped, and Connor laughed around the thick member in his mouth. That apparently tipped Kevin over the edge. He thrust up once, and hot liquid pelted the back of Connor's throat. He swallowed, sucking Kevin dry, noticing there was indeed a sweetness to him. A sweetness he wanted to taste again and again. He kissed his way back to Kevin's lips.

  Kevin was trembling. “You swallowed,” he whispered.

  "And you taste just as good as I imagined.
"

  "I never swallow.” Kevin blushed at the admission.

  "That's okay.” He traced Kevin jaw line and kissed his lips again. “Are you always quiet when you come?"

  Another blush and a slight nod. “Josh didn't like that."

  "We aren't going to talk about him or think about him.” He ran his fingers through Kevin's hair. “I think you are wonderfully sexy.” He kissed Kevin, long and slow. “Even if you don't swallow."

  Kevin giggled again and easily flipped Connor onto his back, turning the tables. He wasted no time kissing his way to Connor's cock, and a moment later he engulfed the entire length. He pulled back and performed the same motion, sucking Connor deep. A cry escaped his lips when Kevin pulled back to the tip, tonguing his slit before licking down the ridge, then engulfing him again. Connor's climax built along with a scream. Kevin pulled away, replacing his mouth with his hand. Connor whimpered and spread his legs.

  Kevin pushed a finger against his lips. “Make it nice and wet."

  The hand on his cock had disappeared, and Connor sucked the finger into his mouth, growling with frustration.

  "Don't worry,” Kevin promised. “I'm not going to leave you like this."

  The finger left his mouth and slid easily into his ass, curling up to massage his prostate. Kevin's mouth closed around his cock again.

  Connor couldn't speak now, or rather, he couldn't speak in more than gasped words. “Coming,” he managed. Kevin replaced his mouth with his hand again. The finger continued working in and out while Kevin's talented hand pumped up and down. The cry that left his lips when he exploded was animalistic, primal, and he reveled in every moment of the orgasm. He was barely aware when Kevin gently cleaned him.

  "Now, that,” Kevin said, wrapping his body around Connor's. “Was sexy."

  Connor was still breathing hard, coming down from the high he'd reached.

  "Let's sleep for a while."

  He didn't disagree. He felt curiously drained, as though he'd just climbed a mountain. Tired but euphoric all the same. He wrapped his arms around Kevin and buried his face in his hair.

  "You'll kill me at this rate."

  He laughed when Kevin flashed him an impish grin. “But I haven't even gotten to play with the toys yet. I love toys."

  Connor groaned softly but at the same time was excited. “Do you really want to sleep?"

  The peck on his lips was sweet, almost innocent, considering Kevin's display so far had been anything but sweet or innocent. “For a little while.” He laid his head on Connor's chest and let out a sweet, contented sigh. “I want you to hold me, just like this, while we rest. Wait till you see what I've got planned for tonight."

  Connor laughed, that euphoria still with him. “I can't wait.” A shiver of anticipation coursed through him when he closed his eyes. He never wanted this moment to end, and he didn't think he would ever want anyone else in his bed.

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  Chapter Seventeen

  Connor still snored softly when Kevin slipped out of bed. He did need to make phone calls, but the information he needed was at his apartment. He gathered up the jeans and sweater he'd worn yesterday and dressed. He didn't want to leave, but he could get to the apartment and back quickly, and he wanted some more things. He wrote Connor a note to tell him where he'd gone, the number of his new phone, and a promise to bring back food. He left it lying on the pillow. An envelope lay on the floor when he got to the door, and he picked it up, smiling when he recognized Nicki's writing.

  You sounded busy, she had written on the front of the envelope. I wanted to leave this so you can make plans.

  He laughed and left the envelope on the coffee table. He'd look at it when he got back. He felt as if he could fly when he locked the door behind him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so happy. He hummed softly, checked to make certain his phone was on, and walked toward his own building.

  A part of him was hyper-alert and jumped every time he saw someone who looked a little like Josh, but he refused to let that ruin his day. Josh was in jail. He wasn't likely to get out, and even if he did, he wouldn't know where Kevin was.

  He got to his building without incident, ignored the mail waiting for him in the mailbox, and rode the elevator up to his floor. The threat on the door had been painted over, the lock repaired, and Kevin let himself inside, locking the door behind him. The vandalism on his cabinets and walls had been painted over, and there was no trace Josh had ever been inside. He left his keys on the tall table behind the couch and pulled another bag from the top of the living room closet.

  The flogger was still on his bed, and he sat down, running his fingers through the soft leather tresses, remembering its kiss. He smiled and put the flogger in the closet. Someday perhaps. He packed more clothes and got his razor and shaving cream from the bathroom, along with a bottle of bath oil and another of bubble bath. Wherever Nicki planned to send them tonight, he hoped it had a huge bathtub. He had toys of his own, ones that he felt comfortable playing with, and he packed those as well. A flogger with fingers of soft fur, a feather, a pair of fur-lined cuffs that were more for show than serious bondage. When the bag was packed, he opened one of the boxes on his dresser and stared at the jewelry he didn't wear because Josh had given it to him, but now he reconsidered. He picked up a lapis necklace and put it on, liking the way the blue brought out the blue in his eyes. He left the rings alone, instead picking up the gold hoops he'd once worn in his nipples. For tonight, perhaps, he would wear them for Connor. He smiled. Connor would like that.

  The holes had not quite grown through, though they'd started to, and Kevin winced at the sharp pain when he re-pierced the skin with the ring. He stared at them in the mirror, shivering when he remembered the torture Josh had used his piercings for. It was jewelry, he reminded himself. Jewelry that could be removed and forgotten. Except he didn't want to forget. He liked the shiny gold rings against the deep red of his nipples. He put his sweater back on, a thrill of excitement coursing through him when the fabric caught on one of the rings and pulled a little. Yes, he was going to reclaim this. He'd missed this sensation, forgotten how much he loved the feeling. He zipped the bag and got out the information he needed to make his calls.

  The bag fell from his shoulder with a sharp thud as soon as he stepped into the living room, and he felt for his phone. Leaning against the door, dangling a key, was Josh. He looked a little cleaner today, though the wild light in his eyes sent a jolt of cold fear straight through Kevin. He was high, or drunk, or perhaps both. Kevin punched the numbers 911 into his cell phone and pushed the send button, or at least he hoped it was send. He couldn't talk, but perhaps they'd send a car. Dread clawed at him when Josh pushed away from the door and stalked toward him.

  "Going somewhere? Back to you lover, perhaps? Is he good in bed, Kevin, or is he just good to look at? Maybe I should go back with you and all of us could play."

  Kevin shook his head.

  "Now that's very selfish of you, not wanting to share."

  "You're supposed to be in jail. What are you doing here? How did you get inside?” He tried to keep his voice low and threatening, but it sounded weak and strained.

  "I wanted to see you, Kevin.” Josh moved a little closer. “I love you. I need you. I want you to come back to me.” He held up the key again. “A trick I learned. I copied your key when I came to visit you the last time. You never used to sleep so deeply. I kept hoping you would wake up. I had to satisfy myself with a half conscious grope."

  Kevin shivered and swallowed hard. “You're sick.” Anger bubbled up inside him. “I don't want you. You had me for two years, and you—"

  "I'm sorry for all of that, baby.” The soft hands touched his face, and Josh's lips hovered close. He stank of whiskey and pot, and Kevin turned his head, trying to move away. “I'm better now. I promise."

  Kevin shook his head, backing away. “I'm happy, Josh. Just let me go.” He didn't try to sound strong anymore. If begging woul
d get him out of the apartment and back to Connor safe and unharmed, he would beg.

  "I can't do that.” Josh's dark eyes gleamed with insanity. Cool fingers slid along Kevin's cheek and over his lips.

  Tears burned Kevin's eyes. “Please, just let me go.” He took a deep breath, fighting against the panic clawing its way out of his stomach.

  "So you can go back to your new fuck?” Josh shoved him, hard, and he stumbled backwards, ending up against the bookcases. “I know what you were doing this morning. I listened outside the door. You still go quiet when you come, but he's a regular beast, isn't he?” He moved close again, hovering, but not quite touching. A feral grin sent fear trilling down Kevin's back. “I wouldn't mind having him on his knees in my playroom."

  "Leave him alone!” Kevin shoved Josh back, anger giving him new strength. He moved away, inching toward the door. “Leave me alone! Go away! Find someone else. He's good to me, Josh. You can't understand that. You don't know how to treat anyone, but he's good to me. He loves me."

  "I love you."

  Kevin flinched at the sharp words. Nothing in Josh's voice suggested love.

  Josh grabbed his arm and pulled him close. Fingers closed tight on his chin. “You belong to me. I gave you a collar. You swore to be mine."

  "You betrayed that trust.” Kevin jerked out of the grasp. He would have bruises. He could tell from the way his skin burned, but he only wanted to get away. The door wasn't so far away. “You didn't respect me or my limits. You did things to me I never asked for and never wanted. You won't do that ever again.” He got to the door and put his hand on the knob. A little farther and he could run. He turned the handle.

  "I don't think so.” Josh pulled a revolver from the waist of his pants. The hammer pulled back with a sharp click.

  Kevin froze, unable to move or breathe at the sight of the gun pointing at him.

  "Back over here."

  Kevin moved to the place Josh had pointed out. The middle of the bare place Kevin used to dance.

  "On your knees."

  He sank to his knees, heart pounding, and put his hands in the air.