by Lisa Worrall
"Look at me."
Will's voice was husky and deep as he released Scott's cock to issue the order. The sparks that the command sent coursing through his body, had Scott's balls drawing themselves up tight, searching for release. Forcing his eyes open, he looked down his body and watched Will's tongue work his cock. Their gazes locked as the other man pressed his tongue in the slit and slid down, time and time again, burying his nose in the curls of hair at the base. His pace quickening.
"Oh, God. Right… there," Scott moaned breathlessly, when the flat of Will's tongue caressed the nerves just under the head in quick hard swipes. "Don't stop… fuck… so good… don't stop!" He was panting heavily, desperately trying to drag air into his lungs as his orgasm began to spiral low in his spine, rushing forward. "Suck it… take that cock, baby… oh, shit… Will, Will!" Scott frantically batted at Will's head, any coherent thoughts impossible as with one more stab at his slit, Will pulled off and he was shooting hot streams of essence onto the fingers the other man had wrapped around his cock. His hips thrust mindlessly as Will jerked him through his orgasm.
Holy fucking shit! Not particularly succinct, but it was the best he could come up with as his entire body seemed to pulse in the aftershocks of his orgasm, with every beat of his heart. That was—
"Fuck!" Without warning, Will maneuvered himself and slid back inside of Scott's well fucked hole. When did he put another condom on? His breath fell from his lips in harsh gasps as Will rolled his hips in gentle waves inside him, slow and deep.
"So good, baby," Will groaned, not faltering in his steady pace. "The way you taste… un-fucking believable. Hot… sweet."
Scott cried out at the end of each word as they were punctuated with deep thrusts into his channel. "Will… I'm on fucking fire…" He tried to encourage Will to pick up the pace, the slow drags over his prostate driving him insane. His cock was, unbelievably, hardening valiantly against his thigh and he wasn't sure he could come again, but he wasn't sure he was going to get a choice. "You feel so good… inside me." He reached up to drag Will's face down to his, lifting his head from the pillow so he could suck on the other man's mouth, drawing his tongue into his mouth and lapping at the muscle, swallowing Will's moans. He felt totally strung out, his nerve endings lighting up and sending sparks up his spine and straight to his cock.
"Scott, so good… so hot, so wet… pulling me in." Will buried his face in Scott’s neck as his hips began to roll harder.
"Jesus, Will!" Scott couldn't have stopped himself from crying out at every thrust if his life depended on it. Will filled him completely, he felt him everywhere. He felt so connected to Will at that moment, moving in perfect sync with him, that he was unsure where he ended, and his lover began. Scott's fingers instinctively reached for his own cock, matching his strokes on his flesh with the push and pull of Will's length in his ass. "Yes," he hissed, whining when Will slapped his hand away. "Will—" He bit down on his lower lip as Will's thrusts picked up pace.
"No," Will ground out, his tone commanding. "Don't… touch yourself. I want you to come… on my cock… hear you scream… my name."
"Fuck!" Scott's neck arched on the pillow as Will angled his hips and thrust even deeper, hitting that wonderful spot that sent bursts of pleasure to his brain. He'd never come on any man's cock before. Never had an orgasm without his cock being jerked to completion. Never—until Will Harrison. His orgasm hit him almost without warning, his eyes rolling back in his head as it rushed forward, Will panting words of encouragement in his ear.
"Come on, man, let it go. Do it. Come for me. Come… around me!"
"Fuck! Will!" Scott's third orgasm pulsed through him and he spurted in weak bursts across his own belly, his ass clamping down on Will's cock. He trembled beneath Will, his entire body shaking as the other man thrust twice more and stilled, their bodies pressed hard together as Will's hot seed filled the condom, his cock pulsing and Scott whimpering at every throb in his ass.
"Jesus," he panted, his head dropping onto the sweat slick skin of Scott's neck as he collapsed on top of him.
Scott wrapped his arms and his legs tightly around Will's body and held on. He wanted to freeze this moment. Stay here forever. In each other's arms, away from the rest of the world. Hissing softly when Will reached down to hold onto the condom and withdraw from him, he tangled his fingers in Will's hair and lifted his head, pressing their lips together. "Stay with me," he murmured, completely boneless and sated, on the verge of sleep already.
Will kissed his jaw softly. "I'll be back."
Scott watched Will pad into the bathroom through lowered lashes, smiling as the other man wobbled slightly on shaky legs. His gaze followed the way the muscles bunched and moved beneath Will's skin and his cock twitched pathetically against his thigh. Chuckling softly to himself at the ridiculous notion of being able to get it up again, he accepted the damp towel Will handed him as he climbed back into bed beside him.
Wiping the cloth across his belly and over his hypersensitive cock, he hissed and mumbled beneath his breath, glancing up at Will when the other man prodded him. "I said, I think you broke it."
Will laughed boisterously and plucked the towel from Scott's fingers, tossing it in the direction of the bathroom. Pulling the covers up and over them, Will slid his arm around Scott's waist, and spooned up behind him. "I hope not." He yawned, pressing a kiss to the nape of Scott's neck. "I have big plans for him."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, really but not tonight, hot stuff. I couldn't even raise a smile right now."
Scott chuckled and rubbed his cheek on Will's bicep, turning his head to drop a kiss to the sweat dampened skin. "That was fucking amazing, Harrison." He sighed contentedly, unable to believe the way the evening had played out. That it had taken this case to make them realize their need for each other. "I can't believe we wasted so much time."
Will pulled him even closer and tightened his hold. "Ssh, it's okay, baby. We won't waste any more."
Scott listened to the soft sound of Will's even breathing and slowly drifted off to sleep in the circle of Will 'I'm gay, but don't tell anyone' Harrison's arms.
"Todd?" Marcus's voice drifted through the bathroom door. "You okay in there?"
Todd froze, not opening his eyes when he heard the shower door open and Marcus step in behind him. Crossing his arms across his midriff, he let his partner pull him close, leaning against Marcus's solid chest. "Hey," he murmured, resting his head on the other man's shoulder, his lips curving at the brush of warm lips against his temple.
"You've been in here so long, I thought I may as well join you." Marcus chuckled, tightening his hold.
Todd was unable to prevent the involuntary cry of pain that fell from his lips and bounced off the tile. He cursed inwardly, knowing that he had to lie to Marcus, yet again as the other man turned him and gazed down at him.
"Baby? What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, honest," Todd said, flinching at the look on Marcus's face when he uncrossed Todd's arms and took in the large bruise on his right flank. "You know how accident prone I am."
"Did I do that?" Marcus's voice was filled with concern and the despair in his gaze was palpable as he reached out and gently brushed his fingers against Todd's bruised skin.
Todd knew he was talking about the hot and heavy session they'd had last night. Marcus had been away for two days signing up a new band, and naturally they'd missed each other. Marcus had barely made it through the front door before Todd had lunged for him. Needing Marcus's arms around him again, his lips on his, taking away the feel of other arms and other lips that had touched him while Marcus had been gone. Todd shook his head as he remembered Marcus lifting him up at one point and slamming him against the wall in his haste to get inside him. He knew Marcus was appalled by the thought that he had marked him. "I didn't complain at the time, did I? It's nothing, babe—really." He wound his arms around Marcus's neck and pulled him down for a hot and dirty kiss of half need and half distraction.
He was disgusted with himself for letting Marcus think, even for a nano-second, that he was responsible for the bruise, but Todd didn't know what else to do. He had already had to lie about how he got the bruising on his lower back and thigh. With a forced laugh, he'd explained to Marcus how he'd taken a tumble down the stairs after tripping over his guitar case.
Todd sighed as Marcus's lips left his and trailed across his cheek to pull the sensitive skin of his earlobe into his mouth. He sank against Marcus, his arms tight around the other man's waist. With his head tilted back under the spray, he hoped that the tears on his face would go unnoticed beneath the cascading water. When Marcus whimpered, "I love you," into his ear, he bit back the sob that threatened to escape his throat.
He wanted to tell Marcus everything. Tell him how sorry he was, how afraid he was, beg him to make it stop. But he couldn't—didn't dare. He'd said he would hurt Marcus. Todd couldn't put him in danger. Hadn't Cory and Jon already paid the ultimate price for trying to help him? Todd closed his eyes against the weight of his guilt, fear, and despair, feeling it pressing down on him.
He couldn't lose Marcus; he was the only good thing in his life. He'd rather die. There was nothing he could do. He was right. Todd was used goods. He was nothing. If Marcus ever found out what he'd done—what he'd allowed to happen. He didn't want to think about the look on Marcus's face if He told him the truth. Didn't want to think about watching the love fade from his eyes when he realized exactly what Todd was—a useless whore. Todd pressed his body closer to Marcus, as if he were attempting to crawl inside him, where he would be safe, protected. He couldn't touch him here.
"Do you really have to go away again tomorrow?" He wiped away the beads of water clinging to Marcus's handsome face.
Marcus nodded his smile rueful. "But it's only one night, babe, I promise. After tomorrow I've cleared my schedule for two whole weeks. I'm going to take you away to a quiet beach somewhere and spoil you." He kissed Todd softly. "Sipping margaritas by the pool, making love on the sand… what, you don't like the idea of margaritas?"
"The margaritas are fine, it's the thought of picking sand out of my ass that's not too appealing," Todd said, his tone teasing. "How about a big bed with crisp white sheets, and French doors that open onto a secluded veranda?"
"I love the way you think." Marcus grinned and captured Todd's lips again. "Seriously though, you'll be all right while I'm away, won't you? I'm sure the guys will make sure you don't spend more than a minute alone. You'll be perfectly safe."
"Of course," Todd replied, burying his face in the crook of Marcus's neck, not wanting him to see the fear on his face that uncurled in his gut. Safe?
He didn't think he'd ever be safe again.
Chapter nine
Will stretched languidly as he slowly threw off the blanket of sleep he was wrapped in. He felt boneless, sated and would be more than happy to never leave this bed for the rest of his life. Except for odd trips to the bathroom, and maybe to the kitchen for food, but apart from that Scott and he could do everything from bed, like John and Yoko. He rolled over and threw out an arm to wrap around his lover's warm body, immediately realizing there was one major flaw in his so far brilliant plan—he was alone.
Raising himself on his elbow, he gazed around the room through a sleepy haze. The shower was silent, so Will surmised that Scott must be downstairs. Wow, you should be a detective! Ignoring the sarcasm of his inner voice, Will threw back the covers and climbed out of bed to pad naked to the chest of drawers. Pulling out a pair of well-worn sweatpants, he pulled them on over his naked ass to go and search for Scott.
Will padded into the kitchen, his bare feet quiet on the tile, rubbing his fist into his eye, and yawning widely. He paused mid-step and almost choked on his own breath, not sure if his sleep fogged brain could process the messages his eyes were sending. Scott 'Would you look at the curve of that ass!' Turner was standing at the sink, rinsing out the coffee pot—butt-naked.
After taking a few moments to study the way the muscles rolled beneath the smooth, honey-toned skin of Scott's back as he washed the pot, Will stepped up behind him and murmured, "I hope that water's not too hot." He couldn't contain the grin curving his lips when Scott dropped the glass pot into the bowl of water and almost left the ground, he'd started so violently.
"Jesus!" Scott turned and glared at Will, flicking foam from his soapy hands onto Will's bare chest. "You scared the shit out of me!"
Will chuckled as he reached out and pulled Scott into his arms, kissing him softly. "Sorry, couldn't resist it." Conforming his hands to the globes of Scott's ass, he raised a questioning eyebrow. "Not that I mind, but aren't you a little under-dressed?" He yelped when Scott slid still wet hands beneath the waistband of his sweats and gave his own ass the same treatment.
"If you ask me," Scott drawled, "you're a little over-dressed. Why aren't you still in bed?"
"Because I woke up and you'd left me all alone with no one to talk to." Will bit-kissed along Scott's jaw, the prickle of morning stubble teasing his lips, "No one to hold, no one to kiss—"
"I was coming back. I only came down to make coffee. I was going to bring it to you in bed."
"Really?" Will mumbled against Scott's neck as his lips continued their journey. "What about after the coffee?" He slid his tongue up Scott's skin and bit down gently on his earlobe. "More sleep?" His stomach tightened at the breathy moan he elicited from the sexy man in his arms. He didn't think he would ever tire of the sound of Scott's pleasure.
Will hissed through his teeth when Scott's hands left his ass and wound tightly in his hair, fingers pulling at the soft strands and yanking his lips from warm skin. He swallowed involuntarily at the way Scott's eyes had darkened so quickly, they were almost black. Delicious heat spiked in his gut and he hardened immediately, knowing in that single moment, that he would let Scott Turner do anything he wanted, for as long as he wanted. He tried to lean in to kiss him, but Scott was determined to tease just as he had last night—keeping him just a breath away from connecting. "Bastard," he mumbled, his fingers digging into the flesh of the man's buttocks.
"Be nice," Scott replied, licking out his tongue just far enough that it touched Will's lower lip.
"Scott." The name was a breathy moan. Will was trembling in his hands. He wanted to be closer, but the grip Scott had on his hair prevented him from moving without sparks of pain flashing across his skull. "Upstairs—now!"
"Uh-huh." Scott shook his head and mumbled softly, "My turn."
Will groaned into Scott's open mouth as the other man closed that final infinitesimal chasm and brought their lips together, his tongue delving deep inside Will's mouth. He had no choice but to surrender all control to Scott as he plundered his lips, scraping his teeth over Will's tongue, drawing it into his mouth and suckling it as if he needed it to survive. Will ground his hips into Scott's already weeping cock and almost sobbed when the pressure was returned, igniting the flame of desire in his belly and turning it into a forest fire.
By the time Scott released his mouth, Will was not ashamed to admit that he was a babbling mess of incoherent need, and it took him a moment or two to register what the other man was doing. "Scott?" His question was moaned through parted lips as Scott turned him and walked him toward the kitchen table. "What—?"
"Ssh, grip the table, baby. Show me that ass."
"Jesus!" Will hissed, doing as he was bid, laying his naked torso over the table, squawking at the coolness of the glass, and curling his fingers over the edge, presenting his ass to Scott. He gasped as Scott pulled his sweats down and helped him step out of them without uttering a word, before nudging his ankles apart with a bare foot. His legs were shaking with the anticipation of what Scott was going to do, nerves screaming out for his touch. What's he doing? Oh, fuck! He's not—oh, fuck! Will cried out when his ass cheeks were gently pulled apart and he felt the first pass of the flat of Scott's tongue across his quivering hole.
He turned his face
against his upper arm and bit down on his own flesh. It wasn't that he'd never been the bottom, but he'd never felt comfortable enough with anyone to allow them to rim him. With Scott's tongue stabbing and licking at his pulsing hole, he wondered what the hell he'd been thinking. His body felt as though it was burning up from the inside out. Every time Scott's tongue lapped at him, he moved on the table from the force of the shivers flowing up his spine. "Fuck… don't stop… dear God, don't stop!"
"Jesus, Will. You taste so good. I could eat this sweet ass all day."
Will took one hand off the table and curled it around his throbbing shaft. Pre-come dripped steadily from the slit, wetting his fingers as he spread it around the head and down his length. "Ungh, Scott… gonna come, man. You got me so fucking… hard!" He whimpered low in his throat when Scott withdrew his tongue and stood. "Scott? Come on, man… don't stop!"
"Easy, tiger."
It was only a matter of seconds, but to Will, they were the longest seconds of his life as he waited for Scott to do whatever the fuck he was doing and get back to the job in hand. He didn't have to wait long. "Holy shit!" He lifted his head off the table, his neck arching and the tendons chording as Scott's now slippery cock nestled between his ass cheeks. Will could do nothing but grunt out his pleasure as Scott began to thrust mercilessly between his cheeks, the thick length of his cock rubbing across his stimulated muscle. Rough fingers dug into his hips, hard enough to cause sparks of pain to flash over his skin, but Will didn't care. All he cared about were the sensations Scott was creating throughout his body, with his hands, his cock, and his desire.