by M. L. Rhodes
"I could taste you for days and never tire of it." For weeks. Years. He slipped Logan's undershirt over his face and head, and when Logan raised his arms above his head to help him get it and the other shirt off, instead Hallan captured his arms with the shirts so he couldn't move them, trapping him in that position.
Logan's breathing came out in soft, expectant huffs. When Hallan tightened the restraint, a low, keening moan slid from the man's throat.
"You like this," Hallan observed, a smile curving his lips. "It arouses you, doesn't it?"
"Mm-hmm." Logan shuddered beneath him. "Kiss me, please. Touch me." When Hallan didn't immediately respond, Logan cried out. "God...do something!"
"Something?" Hallan rose to his knees and crawled backward. Then he grasped Logan's pants and pulled. "Something like this?"
"Yes!" His lean hips lifted and shimmied in desperation, trying to help, but in reality only making it more difficult for Hallan to get the jeans off.
"Shh..." Hallan soothed a hand over his stomach and down to his still exposed and jutting cock, giving it a gentle stroke. "Let me take care of you."
"Need...need off."
"I know. Let me take care of you," he repeated. "Trust me."
Logan stilled, though Hallan could tell it was difficult for him. His body vibrated like a tightly strung instrument, and when Hallan went back to work on his pants, each time his hand made contact with skin, the touches elicited further whimpers.
At last the jeans were gone, dropped to the floor somewhere in the dark, and Logan lay spread out beneath him nude and trembling.
"Are you cold?" Hallan asked, stroking the man's thighs.
"N-no. Now I n-need..."
"This?"
"Unnh! Oh, sweet Jesus!" he groaned when Hallan lowered himself between his legs and licked over the tip of his swollen cock as Logan had done his earlier.
Hallan licked again and was rewarded with another groan. And again.
"Does this mean you want me to keep doing it?" Hallan asked, smiling.
"If you don't, I...unh...I think I might have to kill you."
That drew a laugh from Hallan. He knew full well from watching and listening to Logan for so long that the man was a pacifist and would never knowingly hurt a soul. It was one of the things he loved about him, along with his sense of humor. "That might be more difficult than you think," he countered. "I'm not all that easy to kill."
"Don't...really want to," Logan gasped as Hallan licked again, taking the time to delve his tongue into the generous, dripping slit. "Much...oh geez! Much rather have you do...thisss..."
His last word faded into a breathless cry as Hallan closed his mouth around his cockhead.
Hallan swirled his tongue down the full length of the thick shaft, slowly drawing it deeper and deeper into his mouth. Then he retraced his route backward until only the tip remained captured between his lips. When he swallowed him again, this time all the way to the root, Logan lifted his hips off the bed, shuddered, and gave a hoarse cry.
Hallan nuzzled his nose into the damp curls, aroused by Logan's clean, musky scent, his heat, the way his body trembled and bucked, and how vocal he was, groaning and crying out and urging Hallan on. Never in all Hallan's years, and he'd lived a long time by the standards of this world, had he been with a lover so openly emotive. His own race, as a rule, were more subdued, priding themselves on their calm in the face of both great joy and adversity. And though lovemaking was certainly enjoyed, it was often an almost stoic happening. One to be appreciated for its physical and physiological merits with a nod to attaining closeness between lovers, but never approached with unleashed passion and out of control emotions.
There was nothing leashed or calm about Logan at the moment, and Hallan found it freeing and infectious. Everything about this man turned the ideals of his world upside down and inside out, making Hallan reexamine everything. It had been that way from the start, which had been part of Logan's appeal to him. But now...a strange flame of light seemed to have caught fire inside Hallan, something that had, perhaps, always been there, waiting for a spark to bring it to life, and now that it had, he'd never be able to go back to the way he was before.
He spread Logan's legs wider and mouthed his testicles, tonguing the rough surface, drawing a new round of moans and begging from Logan. Then he moved back up to his cock, unable to get enough. The man tasted too damned good for reason. His shaft oozed with copious amounts of pre-ejaculate that drizzled onto Hallan's tongue with each stroke, coating it in warm salty flavor. He licked his way up and down the length, then spent an inordinate amount of time sucking on just the plumed head, whirling his tongue around the ridge, into the leaking slit.
"Please...I want to touch you," Logan sobbed. "My hands..."
Hallan remembered then that he'd left Logan's arms tangled in his shirts. He let the plump cockhead fall from his mouth and, aroused beyond measure himself, crawled his way up Logan's body, kissing and laving with his tongue as he went, until the kisses fell on Logan's hot, parted lips. Without breaking the contact, their tongues twisting and twining together, he reached up and somehow got Logan's arms free. The moment he did, Logan cupped Hallan's head, his fingers sliding into his long hair to cradle the back of his skull, and pulled him closer.
"I don't know what you're doing to me," Logan rasped, tearing his lips free to catch his breath, but not letting Hallan go. "So...crazy. So hot." He licked Hallan's lower lip, then sucked on it. "You...you're so... And I don't even know your name. I know I'm just dreaming but..." Another kiss. "But I should at least know your name."
"It's Hallan."
"Hallan." He said it as if testing it out, savoring it.
"Yes. Hallan Greystone. But, Logan..." He reached down to cup Logan's hip to bring their groins into alignment, and Logan instinctively thrust against him, grinding his cock in a slow, circular movement that left Hallan seeing stars.
"Wh--what?" Logan asked, clearly overwhelmed as well from the pressure of their hot, swollen organs riding together.
"This isn't a dream." He lowered his mouth over Logan's in a possessive kiss.
Logan's fingers massaged his head, as they continued to kiss and rock together. When his thumbs brushed Hallan's ears, Hallan shivered. Picking up on his reaction, Logan did it again, drawing the same response. When he started to do it the third time, though, he paused mid-stroke to retrace his route, moving more slowly this time, beginning at the lobes and easing upward until he reached the tips. His mouth pulled free. "Your ears," he whispered, sounding half-shocked and half-fascinated.
"They're sensitive," Hallan said. When Logan touched them it was like a direct line to his groin, sending sizzling tingles through his testicles and along his shaft.
"I...I noticed. But...but they're... Okay, now I know I'm dreaming."
Hallan raised on up his elbows curious, and then realized what was going on. He smiled and nuzzled his nose against Logan's neck. "You're not dreaming. I promise."
"Then I'm really, really drunk."
That stirred another low chuckle in Hallan. "You do still taste like wine." He gave Logan a gentle kiss. "But you aren't imagining or hallucinating. My ears are real. As real as the rest of me. As real as this..." He nudged his groin into Logan's.
"And this..." He kissed him again, his tongue tangling with Logan's in slow, dizzying thrusts.
"And this..." He slid downward and licked one of Logan's nipples until it stood stiff and eager, then did the same to the other.
"And this..." He shimmied down farther still, burying his face in Logan's groin once again, lavishing attention on his cock and the heavy sac beneath it.
"Yes...oh, yeah," Logan gasped.
Hallan smiled around the thick length in his mouth.
As Hallan sucked and tongued his way up and down Logan's cock, Logan toyed with his ears, which put Hallan in a supreme state of arousal. He groaned and shuddered, and that only seemed to turn Logan on more. And so it was a loop, with each of them feedi
ng on the other's reactions and needs, until Hallan's head spun, his testicles felt hard and tight enough to burst, and Logan writhed and begged until he was hoarse.
But then Logan put a hand on Hallan's forehead and began to push him away. "Stop. Please. Stop."
Hallan pulled off, confused and worried that he'd done something wrong. "Are you okay?"
Logan seemed to be struggling to catch his breath, but he reached out for Hallan, putting Hallan's mind at ease a little. "Yeah. It's just been a long time for me. I wasn't going to last much longer. But...I'm not ready for it to end yet. I'm afraid I'll come and then..."
"And then what?"
"And then it'll be over and you'll be gone. And I don't want you to be gone."
Hallan's heart felt like it slid up into his throat, clogging it. He leaned down and kissed the man. "I don't want to be gone either."
Logan's hand crept down between them and found Hallan's cock, massaging it with such sweet seduction it stole Hallan's breath.
"I want you inside me," Logan whispered. He squeezed Hallan's shaft and released, squeezed and released. "Will you fuck me?"
Hallan stilled. All except for his heart, which began to race like a wild stallion across the plains. "You... You want me to..."
"Oh, God. You're not a top, are you?" Logan said in a rush. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have--"
Hallan pressed a finger to Logan's mouth. He wasn't familiar with the term "top" but it wasn't difficult to figure out the connotation based on what Logan had asked. "I am, I do," he said, "but I'm..."
He couldn't find the words, something that never happened to him. Logan had caught him so completely off guard, asking him to share something that in Hallan's world was reserved for only the most committed and beloved of lovers. He knew here that may not be the case at all, but just the fact that Logan wanted to share such intimacy with him, to allow him to be a part of him in that way, touched Hallan at the very depths of his being.
"You don't have to," Logan said. "I--"
But Hallan kissed him before he could finish whatever he'd been about to say. "Yes," he breathed.
"Yes? Really?"
"Very much yes."
Logan rolled to his side and reached off the bed. Hallan sat up on his knees to give him more freedom for whatever he sought. A drawer squeaked, followed by some rustling noises. "Here."
Uncertain what Logan wanted, Hallan held out his hand. He heard the snick of what sounded like a bottle being opened, then felt a cool, thick liquid fill his palm. Lubrication. It was much slicker and lighter than anything he'd felt before. He liked it instantly, and thought of how Logan's ass would look, stretched and slippery, as he plunged his glistening cock into it. And how hot and slick it would be as he stroked in and out of it.
He could hardly believe his hands were shaking as he spread the substance in both palms. "Lie back." Even his voice sounded tremulous.
Logan did, spreading his legs and bending them at the knees.
When Hallan touched him, brushing fingertips along the inside of one of his thighs, he discovered Logan was shaking as well.
"You are so beautiful," Hallan murmured, teasing a circle around Logan's balls.
"You can't see me," Logan protested.
"I feel you." And he did...he felt Logan's heat in spite of the cool air in the room. The texture of the wiry yet still astonishingly soft curls surrounding his cock. The way his testicles tightened and drew up against his body when Hallan caressed them. He felt how Logan trembled and opened his legs wider when his fingers dipped lower and circled around his opening. How his body tightened in frustration when he moved away again, only to shudder back to life when Hallan spread the lube over his balls, then trekked downward once more to tease at the clenching pucker.
He wrapped a hand around Logan's stiff cock and stroked it slowly, the lube making it sleek and oh-so-easy to milk. His other hand continued to press against and drawing wet rings around his core, but not yet breach it.
Logan's hips twisted on the bed and he moaned, each one more hoarse and drawn out than the last. "You're... you're... oh... God," he panted. "Hal... Hallan... please. Please... please... pleasepleaseplease..."
The way he said his name, along with the sobbed entreaties burrowed into Hallan, causing an invisible band around his chest to tighten so much that for a long moment he couldn't breathe. He loved this man. Had loved him from afar for...he wasn't even sure how long. He didn't know when exactly curiosity had turned to genuine interest and then to love. He just knew it had.
"Let me make it better," he said, pouring all that love into what he was doing. He pressed his thumb against Logan's quivering hole and pushed in.
Logan cried out and bore down against the pressure, seeking more. Which Hallan was more than happy to give. He wiggled his thumb in deeper, past the inner ring of muscle, and began to circle it in easy, ever-widening arcs.
"So...so good," Logan rasped.
Hallan pulled out, leaving Logan protesting and begging him not to, but he wanted more of the slippery liquid. "Shhh...it's okay. Where's the lube, love?"
Logan pressed a bottle into his hand, and Hallan wasted no time opening it and pouring more into his palms. He returned to what he'd been doing, sliding his thumb back into Logan, stretching and tugging, moving in and out, even as his other hand continued to fondle Logan's cock with long, easy motions. And then he searched for, and found, the soft nub inside Logan's passage and gently pressed.
"Oh God oh God!" Logan's hands clutched at the sheets beneath him, then rose to grasp at Hallan's forearms. His body shook so hard the bed shuddered beneath them.
Hallan continued to press, then eased up.
"No...no!" Logan panted.
He pressed again, and Logan's hips rocked up and thrust against his hand. "Jesus! God...Hallan!"
"Feel good?"
"Need you...need you so much!"
His own body wound so tight he could no longer think, Hallan released Logan and pulled his hand free, then coated his own cock with the lubricant. He hissed at the contact. He was so hard he ached and even the slightest touch sent jolts of pleasure/pain rippling through his shaft and down into his balls. He'd never been this aroused. Had never wanted anyone with such all-consuming desire.
He pushed Logan's knees wider and back against his chest, and guided his cockhead to that beautiful, quivering hole he had every intention of filling deeply and thoroughly.
"Yes...yes...yes..." Logan sobbed. "Need you."
Hallan pressed, and Logan's name tore from him with a groan when the muscles gave way and the tight heat of Logan's body swallowed him. For several seconds Hallan couldn't move. The pressure, the tension, and the sheer enormity of being inside Logan, being part of him, was almost too overwhelming. But instinct took over and neither of them could stay still for long as their bodies surged together, trying to get closer still.
When he began to move, it was like stroking into an inferno that was both all consuming like he might burst into flames at any moment, and powerfully satisfying like something he'd known all his life was meant to be. Logan's body moved with his, in sync, as if they'd been lovers for eons. He leaned down to kiss the man, and found Logan already leaning up to meet him. Their tongues moved in thrusts to match the speed and intensity of their fucking...deeper, harder, slower, then deep again.
Logan's fingers curled into Hallan's shoulder so tightly that some distant portion of his mind realized they'd leave bruises...and Hallan reveled in it, wanted it, so that even when he was gone, he'd still be able to see and feel evidence of what they'd shared. He wished there was some way he could do the same for Logan, though he could never bring himself to intentionally harm him, even for the sake of love. He just had to hope Logan would remember and that would be enough.
Their mouths parted as they both gasped for breath.
"I've never... oh God... never... felt... like... this," Logan cried.
"Neither have I." Never, in all his long years. Tears stung the back
of Hallan's eyes at the intensity of their joining.
Their fingers entwined on the bed on either side of Logan's head, squeezing, intimate. Hallan knew he couldn't last much longer. His balls were already tightening and a fiery tingle built at the base of his spine. His movements became more focused as his whole existence centered on the need to plunge into the glorious heat and lose himself forever in Logan's body.
Logan's fingers tightened around his. And then he stiffened and cried out. His cock, trapped and sliding between their sweat-slicked abdomens, jerked and coated them both with hot seed.
It was all Hallan needed to push him over the edge. He delved deep into Logan, burying his face in the man's neck, as his own release washed hard over him.
They clung together, shaking, for long minutes, neither willing to let go and pull apart. And when they finally did, it was with sighs of loss.
Hallan rolled onto his side, taking Logan with him until they lay facing one another. Logan's legs twined with his, and he rested his head on Hallan's shoulder.
Hallan stroked Logan's thick, wavy hair, now damp from sweat, and closed his eyes against the sudden sadness that rushed over him.
Logan must have picked up on his shifting emotions because he was the first to finally break the silence. "Why do I have a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that when I wake up in the morning, you're going to be gone?" he said softly. "You are, aren't you?"
The damned lump was back in Hallan's throat. "Yes."
Logan pulled in a shaky breath and released it. "I want this to be real. God, I want this to be real." His voice was choked, barely above a whisper. "I don't want to wake up and find out it was all dream. Please stay."
Hallan's chest was so tight it ached. "It is real, Logan. I promise. But I can't stay. I have to go, no matter how much I wish I didn't have to. I don't have any choice."
"Why?"
He squeezed his eyes closed, hating this. "Because if I stay, I'll lose you," he whispered.
"I...I don't understand."