Jewels for Vishnu (Siren Publishing Allure ManLove)

by Roland Graeme

  “Fuck it,” he muttered.

  He put down the piece of jewelry and turned off the work bench lamp. He grabbed a beer from the refrigerator, then sat down on the couch and began sucking the brew down while half watching some inane programming on TV.

  By the time he’d drunk a second bottle and had thumbed the cap off a third, he was feeling pleasantly woozy. Buzzed though he was, he retained enough presence of mind to realize that sitting there alone in his apartment, getting drunk and feeling sorry for himself, wasn’t the smartest thing to do. So he nursed the third beer, making it last, while he pretended to take an interest in the television fare. Finally, though, he turned off the TV then staggered into his bedroom and went to bed.

  “It was karma,” Corey told Kevin the next time he saw him.

  “Karma?”

  “You know, what goes around comes around. I met Joey, and the two of us hit it off, but I wasn’t satisfied with that. Instead, I screwed around with Renesh on the side, and I let myself get caught up in this big fantasy of maybe landing Kaustav as a lover, and that’s how I lost Joey. Because I didn’t pay enough attention to him.”

  “You haven’t exactly lost him, Corey. The guy’s accepted a promotion at work. You can hardly blame him for that.”

  “It’s not a question of blame. What bothers me is the thought of not having him around. Long-distance relationships never work out.”

  “Have you ever been in one?”

  “No,” Corey had to admit.

  Nor, he now realized, was he likely to find himself in one.

  Joey phoned him a couple of days later, updating Corey on his moving plans. They agreed to get together for the farewell dinner Corey had promised him, at Vercusi’s.

  I seem to be specializing in farewell dinners lately. Well, at least Kaustav’s absence is only going to be a temporary one.

  At the restaurant, Corey forced himself to put on a show of nonchalance, for Joey’s sake. The dinner went well. And he and Joey had a good deal to talk about, with Joey filling him in on the details of his new job. There were no awkward pauses in their conversation.

  “How’s your food?” Corey did feel obligated to ask at one point in the meal.

  “Great. This is quite a place. But I still haven’t seen any celebrities,” Joey complained.

  “No? Well, I think I can rectify that. If you turn your head to the right, without being too obvious about it, and look two tables over, you’ll see a genuine up-and-coming young movie star.”

  Joey looked and almost knocked over his wine glass in his excitement. “Oh, my God,” he whispered. “That’s Shane Ransom, the guy who does all those action movies and romantic comedies!”

  “In the flesh. I have to admit I haven’t seen all that much of his work.”

  “He’s hot, isn’t he?”

  “Very sexy, especially the way he looks now. He’s dressed down a bit for this place, don’t you think? And he could use a shave. He has a certain rough-trade charm.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me he’s been sitting there eating the whole time?”

  “I was caught up in our conversation, paying attention to you. Besides, I’m sure Mr. Ransom gets tired of having people stare at him in public. Which is what you’re doing right now.”

  “Sorry.”

  “Anyway, you’ve had your celebrity sighting, as promised.” Corey had been so busy furtively checking out Shane Ransom that he’d paid little attention to the actor’s dining companion. Now, after he got his first good look at the other man, it was Corey’s turn to exclaim “Oh, my God!” under his breath.

  “What?” Joey asked.

  “The guy he’s with. Now I recognize him, too.”

  “I don’t.”

  “Sure you do. Take another look, but try to be subtle about it this time.”

  “That dude does look familiar. I’ve seen him before.”

  “You sure have. In action. It’s Pierce Taser, the porn actor. And male escort.”

  “You’re right. I can’t believe it. Holy shit. Do you think Shane Ransom is gay?”

  “I’d say, from the looks of it, that’s how the smart money would bet. Of course, he and Pierce are both actors, after all. They could be just talking shop.”

  “I doubt it. Do you think Shane Ransom actually pays Pierce Taser for sex?”

  “I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he did. After all, he can afford it. Wait’ll I tell my buddy Kevin about this unexpected sighting. His imagination will go into overdrive.”

  Corey picked up the check, of course.

  Here I am, doing my Kaustav impersonation, pretending to be a big spender, out on the town entertaining my boyfriend. Oh well, as fantasies go, this is a pleasant one. And Joey deserves his night out. He seems to have enjoyed it.

  After they left the restaurant and headed to Corey’s apartment, Corey began to feel a sense of melancholy taking possession of him. He did his best to fight it off. Joey was still excited about having seen Shane Ransom with Pierce Taser, which helped. Until, that is, they both seemed to run out of small talk simultaneously and sat there side by side on Corey’s living room couch, sipping their after-dinner coffee.

  “Maybe I’d better get going,” Joey suggested.

  “So soon? You don’t have to rush off. If you don’t want to.”

  “I don’t want to,” Joey confessed. “In fact, I was wondering—can I spend the night?”

  Corey felt his throat constrict with ill-suppressed emotion. “Please do,” he managed to reply. “You know I’d be glad to have you.”

  “This might be the last time we see each other, for a while.”

  “I know. I don’t like to think about it. The thought is kind of depressing.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Oh, don’t apologize. I’m being selfish. I keep forgetting that this move is going to be a big change for you. You’ll probably feel a little unsettled, at first. But then it’ll be fine.”

  “Let’s talk about something else. I’ve been doing most of the talking this evening. So tell me. What have you been up to?”

  “Oh, not much. Working, of course. Otherwise, nothing much out of the ordinary. With one exception. I have met this guy, and we’ve been seeing each other. Off and on.”

  Joey smiled. “Obviously not exclusively.”

  “No, we haven’t discussed that possibility yet. And we may not ever get around to it. It’s a little early for that kind of talk, anyway.”

  “But you like him.”

  “Sure.”

  “What’s he like?”

  “He’s my age. He’s a foreigner, actually. An East Indian. And he has a lot of money.”

  “Sounds good, so far. What’s he like in bed?”

  “I don’t know. I haven’t been with him yet. And maybe I never will be.”

  “You mean the two of you are in, what do they call it, a platonic relationship?” Joey sounded incredulous.

  “I guess that’s right. Although it does seem like an odd way to think of it, now that you mention it.”

  “This dude. Do you think he’d be better in bed than me?”

  “That’s an unfair question. Let’s just say he’s older and more experienced than you. Not that I’m complaining.”

  “Oh, I was just teasing you. So he’s pretty hot, huh?

  “Smoking, scorching hot.”

  “Wow. When you get tired of him, introduce me to him, will you? I may have to rethink my plans about moving to Frisco.”

  “Sorry, I saw him first. And I can’t imagine myself getting tired of this guy in a hurry. In the event that something does start to happen between him and me.”

  “You’re in love with this guy. I can tell.”

  “I don’t know about that. But I’m definitely in lust. That’s for sure.” Corey paused and gave Joey a searching look. “Anyway, what’s the point of all these questions? Why the interrogation?”

  “Just curious about what kind of dude really turns you on. And I admit it—heari
ng you talk about this guy, thinking about the possibility of the two of you getting it on together, is getting me hot.”

  “Are you in the mood for one for the road?”

  “That’s kind of a crude way of putting it,” Joey protested.

  “I’m feeling kind of crude tonight. I’m feeling kind of sexual. I want to have sex with you. So much it hurts.”

  “So do I.”

  Corey could think later. Right now, he wanted to do nothing but feel. He wanted to experience Joey’s hard young body, one more time, before the two of them were separated.

  “Come on, kiss me,” Corey whispered, turning toward Joey on the couch.

  They kissed.

  “You’ve got a hard-on,” Joey observed.

  “So do you.”

  “You always turn me on.”

  “Right back at you. We’ve had some fun times together, haven’t we?”

  “We sure have. Corey, I know I haven’t been—well, everything you’ve maybe wanted in another guy.”

  “You’ve been great. Don’t you dare start apologizing or putting yourself down.”

  “I know I’m not in the same league as your rich boyfriend,” Joey whispered. “The one you have this platonic relationship with.”

  “Let’s not talk about him. It’s just the two of us here, right now. And my feelings for you are anything but platonic.”

  “Yeah, and it may be the last time we can get together for a while. We might as well make the most of it. How about that one for the road you mentioned? For old times’ sake?”

  “I’m willing,” Corey said with a casualness he was, in fact, far from feeling.

  “You’re not only willing, you’re damn well able,” Joey retorted. “And so am I, buddy. So what the hell are we waiting for?”

  “Nothing, I guess. Come on, we’d better go into the bedroom and get our clothes off before we both burst.”

  In the bedroom, they stripped, and Corey pulled the covers down to the foot of the bed.

  Joey, standing beside the bed, groaned. “See what you’re doing to me, man? I’ve got one fuck of a hard-on. Come on, move over.” He got onto the bed beside Corey, and immediately the two naked men were in each other’s arms, rolling heavily from side to side over the mattress. Corey’s muscular weight pressed tightly against Joey’s slighter but equally hard body, almost crushing him as he rubbed himself frantically against the younger man’s frame.

  To Corey’s delight, Joey now took the initiative. He grasped Corey’s head between his hands and pressed his mouth against the other man’s. His tongue forced Corey’s panting lips apart and plunged between them, deep into the warm cavity of Corey’s mouth, meeting his tongue and toying with it. They kissed wetly for long, breathless minutes on end, their hands also busy now, groping at each other’s limbs and especially at each other’s aroused crotches. Corey felt Joey’s hard-on jabbing at his belly. He reached down and grasped it possessively, squeezing the shaft near the head. It felt every bit as big as it looked, filling his fist and throbbing violently in his grip. He masturbated it with a clumsy passion, which nonetheless had its effect. Joey grunted and, without breaking their hot kiss, began to dry hump his body against Corey’s while Corey played with his prick.

  Corey was panting hard with raw sexual need by the time Joey did pull his mouth away and began to kiss and lick and suck every part of the other man’s naked body he could reach. Joey ran his wet tongue over Corey’s chest, lapping at his rounded pecs and pausing to suck each dark brown nipple in turn. Corey buried his hands in the younger man’s thick hair and groaned as his partner moved down over his belly, digging his tongue-tip into the deep pit of Corey’s navel. Then Joey licked his way across the sleek skin of the jeweler’s abdomen, toward his crotch, and next, sure enough, he let out a moan of excitement as he buried his handsome young face into the older guy’s groin.

  His nose rubbed over Corey’s tensed, cum-filled balls before he pulled both nuts inside his mouth at once, rolling the imprisoned balls around with his tongue and bathing them in his warm spit before letting them slip out from between his lips again. Then Joey put his fist around the shaft of Corey’s hot, hard cock and stuffed the thick head of it into his mouth. He fed inch after inch of Corey’s hard-on into his mouth, sucking on it passionately, and finally he began to deep-throat his well-hung playmate with long, excruciating, delightful strokes that soon had the other stud writhing and gasping with helpless response on the bed.

  As he blew Corey like that, Joey ran his hands over as much of the other man’s sleek-muscled nudity as he could reach, stroking his chest, his flanks, his thighs, cupping both firm, muscular mounds of buttock in his palms and kneading them possessively.

  With a loud gasp, Joey finally pulled his mouth off Corey’s cock.

  “I want you to fuck me, man,” Joey said. “I want to feel you in me tonight.”

  “All right.”

  “Hurry.”

  Corey hurried, all right. He set a new personal record for fitting a condom onto his prick and coating it with a swipe of lubricant. Joey also seemed determined to unite their bodies as quickly and completely as possible. He lay on his back and threw his legs high into the air, placing his forearms behind his knees to keep his legs wide open and in their raised position.

  “Fuck me,” he demanded.

  But Corey was already kneeling on the mattress, easing himself into position and fitting the tip of his latex-sheathed erection first between Joey’s buttocks, then against the inviting pucker of his anus, and finally through the yielding aperture itself. Joey grunted as Corey took him, and Corey echoed him.

  “All the way,” Joey coached. “Get it deep in me. Oh, get it deep in me and fuck!”

  “You’re so beautiful,” Corey declared. “You’re so hot!”

  “My ass is hot for your cock tonight, buddy, that’s for sure. Come on. I want it rough this time. I want to feel it going in and out of me. Give me a good, hard pounding. Pound my ass!”

  Corey pounded it. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt quite this blindly, unthinkingly aroused. Lust possessed him, driving rational thought from his head for the time being. All he was aware of was an irresistible need to fuck and fuck, to work his cock back and forth within the tight grip of that hot, masculine ass he was possessing.

  He came quickly. Then, still thrusting, he reached down and jacked Joey’s cock for him. Whimpering, Joey stared up into his eyes, mutely pleading for relief. And then Joey, too, climaxed, spewing his semen all over his own chiseled torso in a warm white rain. It was quite an inspiring sight, and Corey’s cock pulsed fiercely in post-ejaculatory response, still wedged as it was far up inside the other man’s ass.

  “Oh yeah,” Joey exulted, breathless. “Yeah, that’s what I wanted. What a fuck! What a good, hot fuck!”

  But despite his ejaculation, Joey made no effort to pull away from Corey, and the older man could feel that he, too, was still hard, still lodged within the young stud’s asshole, which held and squeezed him. Corey grinned through the sweat that covered his face as he stroked Joey’s hair and pressed his head against his. This was only the beginning, he hoped. In a few minutes he’d be as hard as a rock again and ready to start screwing Joey some more, and he had no intention of pulling out of that ass until he had done exactly that. If he could, too, he planned to come in that ass for a second time. Corey thrust himself deep into the other guy’s body by way of an experiment, feeling his own dissolving semen lubricating his cock within the tight clasp of the condom as his penis recovered its full degree of proud, ruthless erection.

  Joey moaned and stirred beneath him, his fingers clawing at the crumpled and sweat- and semen-stained sheets. Corey could feel the other guy’s anal muscles contracting around him again, massaging his dick, and the sensation thrilled him. Within seconds, he was as aroused as though they’d only begun to have sex. At this rate, he’d be able to go on all fucking night!

  “Hey! What do you think you’re doing wit
h that hot ass of yours?” he teased Joey, laughing. “Quit wriggling, and lie still.”

  “I can’t. Not with that big dick of yours still shoved in there,” Joey retorted. “It’s driving me crazy. You’re going to have to fuck me again. You’re going to have to start working that fucking thing in and out of me again. Come on, man, do it. Give it to me. Oh yeah,” Joey added. “That’s it! That’s the way I want you to do it to me. Just like that!”

  He let out a long-drawn moan as Corey began to slide his cock gently but insistently back and forth within the already well-fucked sheath of anal flesh again. Corey’s whole body tingled in response to the pressure Joey was now exerting on his prick.

  “Like that,” Joey gasped. “Just like that, fuck me just like you’re fucking me now!”

  So Corey went right on fucking him like that, with a machinelike steadiness. It was even better this second time, because it took them longer to reach a climax together, and they could draw out the act to agonizing and yet exciting lengths. That ass belonged to Corey now, and he used it in every way possible. Joey, for his part, greedily accepted it all, exulting in the mere fact that Corey’s body was so intimately joined to his.

  This time, as he fucked, Corey leaned back, looked down, and watched his dick plow into the deep furrow of the other man’s anus, observing the penetration from his ideal, close-up vantage point. He couldn’t believe how erotic it was to be able to see his prick disappear to the hilt repeatedly, endlessly inside that muscular stud body. Joey was all over the bed now, writhing and flailing his arms and legs wildly as Corey’s cock stabbed into his ass again and again, and their passion mounted slowly but inexorably to its inevitable, explosive climax. Corey shot his cum into the condom deep inside his fuck buddy’s butt for a second time, emptying himself of his volatile charge of lust.

  Then they rested. And then Corey fucked Joey again. All in all, they did it a total of four times, until it was almost dawn outside the bedroom windows and both men were totally spent and could come no more.