Home and Heart

by Sean Michael

The man’s belly was perfectly smooth, not even a hint of a glory trail. Was he naturally bare, or did he shave? And if he shaved, was it all over? Groaning, he pushed his fingers into Sawyer’s waistband. Oh. Smooth. Bare. Jesus.

  “I wanna see,” he murmured against Sawyer’s mouth as he worked open the top button of Sawyer’s jeans. His fingers were almost trembling with excitement as he drew down the zipper.

  Sawyer sucked his belly in, giving him more room to work with. “I got it lasered. It doesn’t grow back.”

  Jesus. Jesus, that had to hurt.

  “Seriously? Wow.” He tugged the jeans off Sawyer’s hips, dragging Sawyer’s underwear down at the same time. Oh, that was a pretty prick, and just look at all the bare skin around it. Derek ran his fingers over Sawyer’s skin.

  “I haven’t… not since.”

  “Haven’t what?” Surely Sawyer didn’t mean he hadn’t had sex since his lover had died, let alone masturbated.

  “Since James got sick. No one’s touched me.”

  “Oh, baby, that’s a long time to go without.” Derek wrapped his hand around Sawyer’s cock, sliding it slowly up and down, learning it. The thickness, the silkiness of the skin. The incredible heat.

  “Uh-huh….”

  Even the sweet balls were bare. He bent and licked them—he needed to know.

  “Oh my God!”

  That was a delicious-sounding shock.

  Well, as he was here…. He licked Sawyer’s balls again, then began at the base of Sawyer’s cock and dragged his tongue up along it.

  “Oh, dear God.” Poor celibate man. That wasn’t natural.

  Derek licked again, then again, drawing his tongue along that hot flesh over and over, wetting the burning skin.

  “You’ll make me shoot,” Sawyer whispered.

  That was the point, so Derek opened up and took Sawyer in. He closed his lips around the head of Sawyer’s cock, squeezed, then lowered his head, taking it all in. Benny and Luke were both bigger, so he didn’t have any problem taking Sawyer to the root and swallowing around the head of Sawyer’s cock.

  Sawyer cried out, wet, bitter heat filling Derek’s mouth. He took it all in—he loved sucking and the results too. Once Sawyer stopped dribbling, he began cleaning the hot flesh, licking it all over.

  Sawyer sobbed softly, shuddering against him. Poor guy. He super deserved a few hundred orgasms to make up for God knew how long it had been. Derek held Sawyer’s cock in his lips, sucking gently, licking so softly. The man tasted good, and he wondered if he was going to keep Sawyer hard by doing this.

  “Oh…. So good. I….” Sawyer looked down and blinked, moaned.

  He licked a few more times, being sure to “clean” Sawyer’s slit, then raised his head, trying not to look as smug as he felt. Sawyer looked utterly debauched, totally lost in pleasure. It was a wonderful look on him.

  Derek moved in and took another kiss, offering Sawyer a taste of himself. Sawyer’s lips were soft, yielding, and so fucking hot. He pressed against Sawyer again, sinking into him as they kissed. He wanted more, but he didn’t want to push Sawyer away either.

  He undulated against Sawyer and slid a hand between them, working his own jeans open. He wanted to rub up against that pretty cock, skin on skin.

  “You smell good,” Sawyer whispered.

  “And you taste good,” he whispered back, keeping the mood intimate.

  “Thank you. I—I probably shouldn’t have….”

  Just because he’d been married once? That seemed rather Victorian. Not to mention unfair, and if Sawyer’s husband had really loved him, Derek would bet that he would want Sawyer to be happy, not locked away with a chastity belt on. Derek looked Sawyer in the eyes.

  “Are you kidding? That was the best thing to happen to you in God knows how long. And now I’m going to rub off with you, and that’ll be the second best. All orgasms are good, but blow jobs are better.” Derek laughed and pushed his hands beneath Sawyer’s shirt to rub his nipples.

  Oh. Rings. Little rings. What a wonderful, amazing surprise. Like the lasered pubes. Sawyer was a kinky boy wrapped in a vanilla blanket.

  “I….” Sawyer grabbed one of his wrists. “No one knows.”

  “Who am I going to tell? I just want to play with them. With you. I want to make you feel good.” He could totally keep a secret. Especially if keeping it let him keep touching and exploring.

  Sawyer slowly let go of his arm. “Right. Sorry, it’s just been a long time.”

  “Dude, it’s been forever, and that is too long.” Derek gave Sawyer a smile so there wasn’t any sting in his words—he didn’t want Sawyer to think he was being nasty.

  “Yeah. Yeah, forever is a long, long time.”

  “Too long. You need to feed your body.” He tugged at the right ring, pulling it from Sawyer’s body before twisting it slightly. Sawyer’s lips parted, forming an O as he arched.

  “You wanna move this to my bed?” They’d be more comfortable and then could roll over and go to sleep when they were done. He was a big fan of not sleeping on the couch all night.

  “You don’t mind?”

  “No.” He held back the duh—Sawyer needed a softer touch than he or the guys upstairs did. Probably because it had been so fucking long. Maybe because it was how Sawyer was made. There was no way to tell. But he knew he was going to be careful not to hurt Sawyer’s feelings or tease too roughly.

  Standing, he reached for Sawyer’s hands and helped him up. Then he aided Sawyer getting his jeans back up around his hips, laughing at the two of them from pure happiness.

  Sawyer was beginning to worry. Derek could tell, so he reached out, wrapped one arm around Derek’s waist. Then he took another kiss before moving them to the bedroom.

  “There’s nothing to be worried about,” Derek pointed out. “We’re adults, and we’re both willing, right?”

  Sawyer nodded. “Absolutely. Over eighteen, and I know what I’m doing.”

  “Then let’s get naked and get into bed, eh?” He tugged Sawyer’s shirt up over his head.

  Oh. There was a single long-stem rose inked on Sawyer’s rib cage.

  “Mmm, pretty.” He traced it, sliding his fingers along it.

  Sawyer’s breath caught in his chest. Derek kept touching, tracing it over and over. He wondered what the story was.

  “It’s sensitive. I almost lost it when it happened.”

  “As in freaked out?” He continued touching it.

  “As in, uh, I was so excited I almost came,” Sawyer admitted.

  “Oh! Score! That is awesome.” Now he wanted to go watch Sawyer get another tattoo, watch him get a boner and go off. That would be fun.

  “It was… intense, yeah.”

  “I don’t have any tattoos, but I’ve always wanted some.”

  “Why not?” Sawyer asked.

  “I don’t know. Maybe I need someone to hold my hand.” It sounded stupid when he put it like that, but he thought maybe that was it, that he didn’t want to go through the experience alone.

  “I understand that.”

  That made him smile, and he leaned in to thank Sawyer with a kiss. He slipped his tongue between Sawyer’s lips, delving in to take another taste. He thought he could easily become addicted to it, the taste and the kisses themselves.

  Sawyer’s fingers twined with his, holding on gently. Unfortunately he had to let go to get them naked. He made fairly short work of it, though, undoing Sawyer’s jeans once again, then tugging them and Sawyer’s underwear down and off. That let him get a good look at the bare skin, and he touched gently, admiring greatly. Sawyer’s cock was still eager, both hard and leaking, and Derek took a breath and made himself turn away long enough to remove his own shirt and jeans, leaving them on the floor next to Sawyer’s clothing.

  Then he took another kiss while walking them slowly to the bed. They stopped next to it, and humming into the kiss, Derek pushed gently. He wrapped an arm around Sawyer’s back and slowly lowered him down to the mattress.<
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  Magic. He couldn’t quite believe this was happening, but it was, and there were so many things to explore. He climbed up over Sawyer, still kissing him. Moving slowly, he lowered his weight onto the man, moaning at the feeling of their bodies touching, skin on skin from their shoulders to their feet.

  They fit together nicely, cocks and chests and lips. He undulated, moving their bodies together. He loved the sensation of their skin sliding, his heat bumping along Sawyer’s, both of their cocks burning along his belly.

  “So good,” he moaned, taking one kiss after another after another. He hoped Sawyer thought so too. He rubbed them together some more, reveling in the heat they were creating together.

  Sawyer was eager too, cock leaking against him, leaving little kisses all along his skin.

  “You like fucking or being fucked?” Derek didn’t care; he liked orgasms any way he could get them.

  “I… uh… I was sort of….” Sawyer swallowed hard. “I like to take it.”

  “I like it all. So if you want that, we could do it. Or you could do me. Or more sucking. Like I said, I just want to make you feel good. Make both of us feel good.” Derek laughed. “Aka, what do you want to do?”

  “I’ll suck you off. Return the favor.”

  He reached and rubbed Sawyer’s still-hard cock. “How about we suck each other off.” He didn’t believe in counting tit for tat for orgasms. Things happened as they happened, and as long as everyone got their rocks off, that was good enough for him.

  “I can handle that.” Sawyer’s smile was so… dear.

  He dove in to kiss Sawyer again, drawn in by the curve of the succulent lips. Then he shifted, moving to get them into position for a friendly sixty-nine. He couldn’t help but smile once he was face-to-face with Sawyer’s cock again. The man had a really great cock; it was bare and stiff, not hiding anything.

  He rubbed his cheek along the long shaft, then licked at Sawyer’s slit. Wrapping his lips around the head, he circled the flesh with his tongue. He heard Sawyer moan, and then Sawyer began to suck too. He’d expected Sawyer to be reluctant, hesitant, but no. No, Sawyer pulled at him like a master.

  He moaned around Sawyer’s cock and set to sucking too, giving as good as he was getting. Hopefully Sawyer’s first orgasm would mean it would take longer for the second to happen. He wanted Sawyer to enjoy it.

  Sawyer took him in, sucking and swallowing over and over. The man obviously loved giving blow jobs, and Derek guessed he hadn’t done that since his guy’d gotten sick either. Poor sex-starved man. Derek thought that was so sad. He could help with that. He could give Sawyer all the sex he needed. He would have smiled, except his mouth was full of Sawyer’s cock.

  He sucked harder and slowly lowered his head, taking more of Sawyer in. Sawyer shivered, obviously trying not to thrust up.

  Derek pulled off. “It’s okay. You can move. You won’t choke me.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I’ll put my hand on your thigh. That way if I feel like you’re going too deep, I’ll push you back, okay? I want you to let go and enjoy yourself, not worry about anything.” Sex was about fun and orgasms and enjoyment, not about worry.

  “Works for me. You’re a generous man.”

  Derek shrugged. He was getting something out of this too, after all.

  Sawyer swallowed him down, pulling at him steadily, sucking him like there wasn’t anything else to say. Derek closed his eyes and took a deep breath, simply enjoying the sensation for a moment. Then he wrapped his own lips around Derek’s hot flesh again, tongue rolling over the velvety skin.

  He loved the low moans, the soft brushes of tongue and lips, the hint of teeth. Those made him shudder and curl his toes. He tensed, not wanting to shove too deep into Sawyer’s mouth any more than Sawyer wanted to do that to him. Moaning around Sawyer’s cock, he curled his fingers into Sawyer’s thigh, pulling Sawyer’s leg toward himself to encourage Sawyer to start moving. It was time.

  They found a nice rhythm—hard, but not too fast, both of them driving toward an end. Sucking and humping. It was the most delicious circle of pleasure. And he reveled in it. He could tell Sawyer was into it too, moaning deep in his chest, fingers grasping for him.

  He managed to find Sawyer’s balls and touched them, rolled them gently at first, then less carefully. He pressed behind them, finding another little ring. Such surprises! Delicious ones at that.

  He twisted the ring.

  Sawyer bucked up, hips rolling hard. Derek hummed around Sawyer’s cock and drew harder, pulling firmly on the thick prick. Then he tugged on the ring, loving the way it made Sawyer dance for him.

  Damn, that was pure need, 100 percent. Derek fed off it, sucking even harder. Come on, Sawyer, come on. His own pleasure seemed secondary to making Sawyer pop off again.

  Sawyer was fighting him, though, trying to demand his orgasm. The force was stunning, the vibrations making him shake. He finally gave in to it, his own suction ceasing as he cried out around Sawyer’s cock and shot down his throat.

  Sawyer groaned, the pressure easing, slowing, relaxing. Derek hummed and rested for a moment with his mouth around Sawyer’s cock but not tight, not sucking yet. He was taking a moment to revel in the orgasm he’d just had and the way his cock felt as Sawyer nuzzled it. Then he turned his focus back on Sawyer’s cock in his mouth. He used his tongue on the head, giving it special attention. He wondered if the next step had been getting a ring here. Wouldn’t that be something? He closed his lips over just Sawyer’s slit and sucked hard.

  “Fuck!” Sawyer’s cry satisfied Derek deep down.

  He kept up the suction, sliding a finger between Sawyer’s legs to gently jostle the heavy balls. He wanted Sawyer’s come in his mouth again. He wanted Sawyer to lose it for him one more time.

  Derek rolled Sawyer’s balls, still gentle, but with a different motion this time. Then he let his finger creep farther back, and he tapped Sawyer’s hole.

  Sawyer filled his mouth, a needy cry splitting the air. He swallowed Sawyer down, loving the taste of the salty come on his tongue. Humming, he pulled a few more times, then began to lick, easing Sawyer down.

  “I…. Whoa. And wow.” The words were breathy, almost moans.

  God, that was cute.

  He pressed a last kiss on Sawyer’s softening cock and wriggled around until they were face-to-face again. He lay on his side and offered Sawyer a smile. “Orgasms look good on you.”

  “Th-thank you.”

  He drew Sawyer in, held him.

  “How about we ditch the gaming and just stay here and watch a movie?” That way they wouldn’t have to move when they fell asleep, which he had a hunch would be soon in Sawyer’s case. The guy had had two orgasms, and that after a day of driving.

  “Yeah? You don’t mind?”

  “I totally don’t mind.” He liked sleeping with another body in his bed, actually. It was warm and comforting, and when you woke up the next day, there was someone to share your morning woody with. “I’ve got all the stuff like HBO and Hulu and shit, so I’m sure we can find anything you want to watch.”

  “I’m easy. Nothing scary, please.”

  “Let’s see what just came out.” He grabbed the remote and turned it on, queuing up Netflix. “How about the Baywatch movie with The Rock?” He’d heard it was funny, and come on, who didn’t love The Rock?

  “Sure. He’s pretty.”

  Bingo. Everyone loved The Rock.

  “I’ve heard it’s pretty funny too.” He got the movie cued up, then hit Pause on the opening credits. “You need anything? Food? Water?”

  “No. No, just your company.”

  That was the nicest thing anyone had said to him in a long time. “It’s yours.” He hit Play on the movie and took Sawyer’s hand, wrapping their fingers together.

  They relaxed, both of them breathing in sync. Derek had to admit that it was nice doing something easy and cuddly rather than just rolling over and going to sleep.

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sp; Sawyer laughed softly at something in the movie, and he smiled. Yeah. More than nice.

  He had a feeling he was going to really enjoy having Sawyer as a neighbor.

  Chapter Three

  SAWYER FELT like a huge slut.

  He crept home in the middle of the night, cheeks burning, and then locked himself in his apartment for three days, unpacking and crying and ordering furniture online. God, what was he thinking? Fucking around with a stranger?

  He heard them out on the deck, and Derek had knocked on his door two evenings in a row, calling out that they had food and Sawyer was invited to share, but then leaving him alone.

  His furniture finally arrived, and thank God he wouldn’t have to sleep in the fucking lawn chairs again—the cot had collapsed on him the first night. Shortly after the furniture delivery, there was a knock at the door.

  This time he opened the door, thinking it was someone who’d forgotten something. But it was Derek who stood there, a small smile on his face.

  “Hey, Sawyer. I saw the delivery guys leaving. Thought I’d see if you needed help setting anything up or moving anything around.”

  “Hey. I have furniture, yay.” He couldn’t shut the door, could he? No. No, he couldn’t. Derek had been nothing but nice to him. And it wasn’t Derek’s fault he’d been such a slut. “Come on in and see.”

  “Cool.” Derek brought a couple of pop bottles from behind his back and offered one over. “Blackberry soda from the local factory. It’s really good.”

  “Oh, that sounds sort of magical. I love blackberries.” He smiled, a little tickled that Derek remembered he was in recovery.

  “They do a bunch of flavors, but this is my favorite.” Derek blushed lightly. “I’m into flavors and doing things the old-fashioned way and buying local.”

  “Let me get a bottle opener.” His house was… well, right now it was a wreck, but at least he had a sofa and a recliner now. He only hoped they were as comfortable as they’d looked online. No guarantees if you didn’t get to sit on them before buying them.

  “Look at all this furniture.” Derek laughed. “Guess I won’t have that as an excuse to invite you over again. I’ll have to come right out and admit I like you and I like spending time with you.”