by Sean Michael
Rec held on as long as he could, but finally he needed inside Barclay. He tugged his fingers away and grabbed a condom. “It’s time, baby. I need to feel you come on my cock.”
Barclay moaned for him, legs spreading a little wider. He ran his hand along Barclay’s thigh—while he appreciated the gesture, he didn’t want Barclay hurting himself.
“Let me do the work, hmm? You relax and feel.”
Barclay immediately relaxed for him, and he smiled. Rec did enjoy how a sub gave himself over to a Dom, offering himself, his trust. Bending, he put a kiss on Barclay’s belly.
Barclay gasped softly, moaning for him. Oh pretty.
He added lube to the condom and settled between Barclay’s legs. “You ready, B?”
“I am. I’m open for you.”
“You are.” He pressed against Barclay’s hole and added pressure until the head of his cock breached Barclay. He popped inside, the scrape and burn making his toes curl.
Barclay moaned for him, and he wanted to hear more. Much more. He slowly pushed the rest of the way inside, sinking all the way in. Fuck, he fit so good. Barclay was so fucking tight.
He met Barclay’s gaze, held it as he stayed buried deep, panted as he let Barclay feel how well he fit.
“Full. God, you’re big. Feels good.”
“You do too.” He circled his hips, moving his cock inside Barclay’s body, jonesing on the dark flush that climbed up Barclay’s belly.
He took a few more breaths, then began to pull out. Slowly. He was going to make this last. He was going to give Barclay the chance to experience every inch of this, every second of it. He felt the drag of B’s tight little hole, begging him to stay in, to come back. He ignored that plea until only the tip of his cock remained inside Barclay, and then he pushed back in again, still slowly, carefully.
The pressure made him gasp, the squeeze around his cock enough to make his eyes cross.
“Fuck. You are perfectly tight.” Honestly, it was like Barclay had been made for him, for this very purpose.
“Don’t stop yet, please.” Barclay begged so prettily.
“Oh no. Not yet. Not for as long as we can make it last.” He could make it last a pretty long time.
Barclay nodded for Rec, moaning deep in his chest as they joined together. Taking it as a sign that Barclay was ready for more, Rec moved faster, taking Barclay over and over, forcing them to grind together as he dove in.
He pressed their mouths together, tongue-fucking Barclay, the motions echoing his hips. The way he leaned made his cock shift, made Barclay arch hard.
Rec stayed there, loving the way it made Barclay move and moan. He drove in with short, sharp jerks, trying to peg Barclay’s gland. Barclay began crying out and trying to move into his thrusts. Bingo.
He growled and kept it up, needing Barclay to fly. He found a pace where he could keep pounding in without tiring out too quickly, caught between wanting this to go on forever and wanting to push them both over the edge.
Not wanting Barclay getting stiff, though, he drove harder and wrapped his hand around Barclay’s cock. He dragged his fingers along the turgid flesh.
Barclay moaned and held on, begging him for more, harder, deeper. He gave it all, humping harder into Barclay’s body.
Barclay grabbed his own cock, tugging himself off.
“When I say. We’ll do it together.”
“Uh-huh.” Barclay nodded, pulling harder.
“On three. One. Two. Three.” He slammed in hard, freezing while deep, and came.
Barclay worked his tip once, hard, and shot, following right behind him. The way Barclay’s body squeezed him milked several aftershocks out of him, and he collapsed, trying hard to keep most of his weight off Barclay.
“Good… good morning,” Barclay groaned.
That made him chuckle, and he rubbed their noses together. “Good morning. Very good morning.”
“Uh-huh. Best morning in… forever.”
“Glad to be a part of that!” Rec smiled as he held the base of the condom and pulled out of Barclay. He took a moment to dispose of the condom, then came back to cuddle with Barclay, taking the lean body into his arms.
Barclay moaned softly, then cuddled in.
“You hungry?” He had Eggos in the freezer and syrup in the cupboard. He could do bacon too.
“I’m cool right this second.”
“Yeah, me too,” he admitted. He did love the aftercare. Even if it was just cuddling.
Barclay kissed his cheek, his jaw, the connection gentle. Humming, Rec brought their mouths together, no tongue or big devouring, just a gentle buss to match Barclay’s. Barclay leaned into him with a sigh.
“Wow, huh?” Barclay’s words were soft, almost lazy.
“Yeah. That was yum. You were yum.”
“We’re pretty yum.”
Rec laughed and started singing, “I’m a yum, he’s a yum, wouldn’t you like to be a yu-um too?” The old commercial ditty was now stuck in his head, he was sure.
Barclay’s laughter filled the air, warm and happy.
Rec squeezed Barclay tight, happy as a clam in this moment. He kept touching, stroking randomly. “You going to stay today? Watch a couple more movies and hang out?”
“You want me to? I don’t want to be a burden.”
“Oh yeah, because sitting next to a sexy guy and having a blow job snuck between acts is such a hardship.”
Barclay pinked and snuggled in, whispering in his ear. “Yesterday when I sucked you, when you rode my mouth? That was the sexiest thing ever.”
“Yeah? I thought it was pretty fucking hot too—watching you take it.”
Barclay shivered against him, the sensation utterly delicious. Was he one of those men who liked hearing dirty talk? Rec was pretty good at it.
“You have a mouth made for sucking, you know. Sweet and pink, hot as fire.”
Barclay’s cheeks went red, but he wriggled against Rec too, pushing toward him.
“Seriously, I can’t wait to sink back into you, fill you up with my cock again. Your ass….”
“You don’t have to flatter, you know. I don’t expect it.”
“It’s not flattery, B. It’s the truth.” He ran his finger around the outside of Barclay’s left nipple, and the little bit drew up tight. Watching it, he took it between two fingers and pinched lightly.
That earned him a soft gasp, and Barclay’s hips rolled. “You’re going to make me hard again, man.”
“Mmm. I don’t have a problem with that. Not at all.” He let Barclay’s nipple go, then flicked his tongue across it, just the once. “I like how they tighten up for me, how you want it. Your hard little nubs feel good in my fingers. They feel even better against my tongue.”
“Jesus…. You…. I want you. Again. Crazy, huh?”
“I don’t think it’s crazy at all.” He was taking it a compliment, in fact. He began to circle Barclay’s other nipple.
He could make a morning of exploring those tight little nips. He wondered what Barclay would think of that? He obviously had enough kink in him to have gotten one pierced in the first place. “You play much?” He wanted to know who’d topped Barclay. Had he ever been in a Dom/sub relationship with a full-time lover? Or did he just dabble?
“Play?” Barclay looked honestly confused.
“The lifestyle? BDSM?” That’s why Barclay had looked for a trainer at the Iron Eagle, right?
“I… I mean, I don’t think I do that.”
Well, he found that hard to believe. His gut told him Barclay was a sub, and his gut rarely lead him wrong. “I just assumed you would as you were at the Iron Eagle. It does cater to Doms and subs. I’m a Dom, by the way.”
“I just…. Tide suggested it, said you could help me.”
“He was right, I can. And the lifestyle’s got nothing to do with it. I guess I just assumed you were a member of the gym and therefore a part of the community. How do you know Tide?” He stroked Barclay’s back, seeking to soothe—
he could sense Barclay starting to worry about the whole setup.
“We know each other through work. He models and I do too, and often we’ll be at the same photo shoots, so we knew each other a bit. Then he saw me in a coffee shop in the chair. Like I said, we got to chatting and that’s how you came up.”
“Right. That makes sense.” He gave Barclay a smile and rubbed their noses together. “I think you’d like the lifestyle.”
“Lifestyle? You mean being gay or—”
“I mean the BDSM. Doms and subs, bottoms and tops.” He wondered how much Barclay knew about it.
“Oh. That’s cool. Hot, I mean. I mean, I don’t do it, but… yeah.”
“But if you think it’s hot, you’d be into trying it out.” He wasn’t going to beat around the bush. He liked Barclay a lot, and if he had his druthers, they’d both be into the same things.
“Maybe. I mean, I don’t know. I’m not, like, super sexy or anything.”
“Says who? I think you’re incredibly sexy. Honestly, I do.”
“I’m not your typical guy, though.”
He drew back and looked at Barclay. “What do you mean?”
“Like I’m skinny and all knobby knees and elbows. I’m made for parkour, not being sexy.”
“You don’t think parkour is sexy? Barclay, that’s fucking sexy, trust me.”
Barclay pinked, obviously pleased. “Thank you.”
He had a hunch Barclay wouldn’t appreciate being called a twink, even if it was meant as a compliment, so he didn’t go there. “The gym has a ninja training area behind the building. Tide’s boy trains on that.”
“Yeah, I heard. So cool. I could have shredded that once upon a time.”
“We’ll get you there again.” From the information Rec had, he could see no reason why Barclay couldn’t expect a full recovery with time and work. Maybe it would never be as easy as it had been, but that was life. Just getting older did that to you. Drive and determination and hard work could overcome that.
He nuzzled Barclay’s neck, breathing in the smell of man and sex. He liked Barclay’s scent—he liked that their scents were mingling even more.
“Mmm. That’s nice. For real.”
He had to agree. “Yeah. I love that we’ve got time. This is what lazy Sundays are all about.” Even if he was going to have to feed them eventually.
“Yeah. Yeah, this one’s better than most.”
“Best one I’ve had in I don’t know how long.” He kept touching and kissing, nuzzling. It honestly felt wonderful.
“Eons.” Barclay nibbled his earlobe.
“Eons. F-ons. G-ons. H-ons.” He started to laugh at that point and couldn’t continue the joke.
“H-ons? Wow.” Barclay actually bit him a little.
“Hey, it was a great joke. Fantastic even.” He had to be in a good mood if he was pulling out the puns and wordplay.
“Great? Maybe okay.” Barclay started tickling his ribs, and he hooted, wriggling to try and stay away from Barclay’s fingers. “Careful—I will retaliate.”
“Promises, promises!”
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?” Laughing, Rec rolled up and over, straddling Barclay’s hips. He managed to grab both of Barclay’s wrists and tug them up over his head. Then he put both of Barclay’s wrists into one hand and held them up over Barclay’s head as he used his free hand to dig into Barclay’s ribs.
He was gentle, but Barclay laughed regardless, cackling for him. He rolled them carefully, but was back up top by the time he’d stopped, holding Barclay as he kept enough of his weight up so he didn’t crush his boy.
His boy.
Oh, he did like that thought.
He brought their mouths together, exploring whether or not Barclay tasted different now that he’d thought that. Barclay hummed for him, the sound soft and a little wondering. God, he could eat this man up.
“You taste so good.”
“Thank you. This is… so unexpected. Wonderful, though.”
“Thank you. I’m loving it too.” And hopefully this was only the first morning of many they’d get to spend indulging in each other.
Time would tell.
Chapter Five
BARCLAY HEADED into the gym, rolling slowly. He’d had the most amazing weekend and it had totally sucked to get back to real life.
Still, Rec was waiting for training, and he’d get to see the man again. That was good.
Rec was at the counter, chatting to the kid behind the desk. The kid was laughing, eyes shining, looking at Rec like he’d hung the moon.
Oh. Yeah, remember, there are guys in better shape that have way more access. Remember, you haven’t made any promises.
Rec glanced over, noticed him, and straightened right away, his face lighting up as he came toward Barclay. “There you are. And right on time too.”
“Hey. Good afternoon.” He had to smile back. Had to.
Rec touched his shoulder. “How are you doing?”
“Better now.” Oh, that was a silly thing to say.
Rec looked pleased, though. “I know what you mean.”
“Yeah? You… you ready to work out?”
“The question is are you?” Rec led him over to the machines, and he found himself noticing the way Rec’s muscles moved under his tight shorts and T-shirt.
“Yeah. Yeah, time to work.”
“Yeah, let’s make you flexible again.” Rec gave him a wink, and they started to work.
“I hope so. I want to be. I want out of this chair.”
“Speaking of, let’s get you out of it and onto the bench.”
“Right.” He grabbed for his crutches, but Rec shook his head.
“Grab me. I’ll stabilize you.”
He wasn’t sure about that, but Rec was right there, making it happen, and suddenly he was on the bench, sitting pretty.
“Way to go. I’m going to start you at the same weight you were doing on Friday.”
“Okay. I can do it.” He was feeling strong.
“I know you can.”
With that encouragement, he started working out, Rec spotting him and guiding him through one machine after the other. Rec did not go easy on him but didn’t let him overdo, either, calling a halt to things earlier than he would have on his own. “You don’t need to wear yourself out, baby. You have to work smart. If you wait until you’re hurting to stop, you’ve waited too long.”
Rec helped him back to his chair. “You want to shower? I’d be happy to help you out.”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind in the least. And unlike on Friday, I’m not going to promise not to ogle or touch this time. I mean, I can be strictly professional if you’d prefer.”
“I think… I think that bird has flown, hmm?”
“Yeah, but I could pretend if you wanted me to.” Rec’s smile was warm, fond.
“I think that sounds less than fun,” he admitted. “Unless of course you have another client and need to get to it.”
“Nope. Just you today. And even if I pretended, I’d still be admiring your hot bod.” Rec wheeled him into the showers and down to the big stall at the end of the row.
“This won’t get you in trouble with your boss?”
“You mean showering with you?” Rec shook his head. “You noticed all the stalls were a little larger than at most gyms? That’s so two can shower comfortably. Together. Like really together.”
“No one minds? Really?” That was cool.
“God no. That’s what this place was made for. Upstairs is a Doms’ floor and a floor where couples can have sex, do scenes, turn working out into foreplay, etc. There’s a sub area there too. It’s totally built around the community’s needs.” Rec began to strip down. “Do you need help getting undressed?”
He wasn’t sure half of that was English. “No, I can manage.” Thank God he’d brought something to change into this time.
“Cool. There’s a couple towels down here already, so we’re good o
n that front. And I’ll help you up and you can lean on me under the spray. There’s a bench in here as well if that would be easier. I kind of like the idea of you leaning against me, though.” Rec waggled his eyebrows comically, but the look in his eyes was warm, not jokey at all.
“Just don’t let me fall, okay?” He didn’t want to go down.
“I won’t.” Rec sounded very sure, and that confidence made him relax. Rec had this.
He stripped down, finding it easier this time. Rec had explored all his scars. He could feel Rec’s eyes on him, see the admiration in them. So instead of making him more self-conscious, it made him feel… sexy. Sensual. Whole. He could get used to it.
Once he was naked, Rec came over and held out his hands. He took them, Rec pulling as he worked to stand, and it wound up being pretty smooth moving from the chair to standing against Rec’s muscled body.
His own muscles didn’t want to hold him up, his legs shaking, and he held on a little desperately.
“I’ve got you,” Rec murmured, one arm across his back, the other along it, holding on to his ass. “Just lean against me.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think I’d be so weak.”
“It’s not weakness. You just worked out and your muscles are tired.” Rec took a few steps back, bringing him into the hot spray.
He stopped holding himself up, the heat melting him straightaway. Rec remained steady, supporting him even as Rec let go of his ass and grabbed some soap, working it into suds against his skin. It smelled fresh and manly.
“Mmm. This feels good, Barclay, the way you’re pressed against me.”
His cheeks went warm.
“I like that you’re willing to let me support you. That feels good too. Knowing you trust me.” Rec’s soapy fingers circled his asscheeks before slipping along his crack.
“Oh….” Oh, was this okay?
Rec rubbed their cheeks together, fingers slipping away, then back, sliding between them to find his cock and balls and running slowly over them too. It was slow and easy and sexy as hell.
“You’re okay,” Rec murmured. “Just relax and enjoy my touches.”
“No one will care?” He wouldn’t get Rec in trouble.