Dreamspinner Press Year Nine Greatest Hits

by Michael Murphy

  “I’d get a ring for you,” Tide murmured. “Or a barbell. To match the ones I’m going to give you.”

  Oh. Oh, he could imagine that.

  Tide reached for Lance’s bare nipples, flicking them. “Of course you’ll have two plus the one in your cock. All attached together.”

  Oh no. Oh God. Fuck. Lance started pulling harder, trying to slide away. Tide’s fingers wrapped around his hips, holding him in place.

  “They’ll make you crazy, make you remember me wherever you are,” Tide told him.

  Lance couldn’t. He couldn’t, but he wanted to.

  Tide squeezed his hips, making them ache. “I can picture it. Can’t you?”

  Lance shook his head, but that wasn’t true, he could. “Hush.”

  “You can. I know you can.” Tide was not hushing.

  Lance tried sucking harder, trying to distract.

  “I know what you’re doing, Lance,” Tide said.

  Who? Him?

  “Trying to distract me from talking about the piercings we’re going to get.”

  Not him. He was too scared.

  “You don’t have anything to say?”

  Lance lifted his head, met Tide’s gaze. “I’m a coward.”

  Tide frowned. “What are you talking about?”

  “I’m scared to get rings. I’ll throw up.”

  “You wouldn’t have to get them alone—I’ll be there with you.”

  “Still….” That wasn’t supposed to be scary.

  “You think everyone who gets their nipples pierced is blasé about it? I know it’s a big deal and I bet everyone who sits in that chair has at least a moment of panic about it.”

  “Yeah? Because I don’t…. It’s a little heart-racy just to talk about it.” The whole idea kind of stole his breath.

  “But that’s a good thing. I like it when I say things that make your heart race, that make you shiver or even moan.”

  “Yeah. As long as we’re just talking.”

  “For now we’re just talking. It’s going to be more than that, though,” Tide insisted.

  “Maybe. Probably not.”

  “Definitely yes. I don’t want to just talk about things with you, Lance. I want to do them. I want to push your boundaries, stretch you. Help you go where you’ve never been before.”

  “I… I don’t know.” Lance liked how Tide made it sound, though.

  “Trust in me, darling. Because I know.”

  “Yeah? Okay. Okay, yeah. I can do that.” That’s what he wanted, after all. Someone to know.

  “Plus you have your safeword, right? You remember what it is.”

  “Aperture.” He did. He wasn’t sure whether he was ever going to use it. Everything Tide had shown him had been amazing, even when it scared him.

  “You can use it when you need to, but make sure you absolutely need to, okay? When you just have to have everything stop.”

  He nodded, shook his head, nodded again. “I don’t know. I promise to try.”

  Tide gave him one of those serious looks, holding his gaze. “No. It isn’t a bad thing to use it. It isn’t wrong to use it. In fact it’s wrong not to use it. I am trusting you to use it if you need to as much as you’re trusting me to stop if you do use it.”

  Lance thought about it for a moment, working out what Tide had said. “That makes sense.”

  “That’s good enough for me.”

  That worked, because it was the best he had.

  Tide tilted his head, took another one of those kisses that stole Lance’s breath. He scooted right into Tide’s lap, hugged the big man tight.

  “I can’t get over how well you fit. It’s almost magical,” Tide said.

  “No one’s ever said that to me before.”

  “That you fit well? Or that you’re magical?” Tide asked.

  “Either. Both.”

  “Well, you do and you are.”

  “Thank you.” That was incredibly cool, feeling magical. Especially when it was a stud like Tide who told him so.

  “You know I’m so glad we met, right?”

  “Yeah. Yeah, I know. Same here.” It was the best thing about a job that already had a lot of good things going for it.

  “I’m glad. I think we would have met even without the job. Destiny would have found a way to bring us together.”

  “You really think so?” He tugged the soft curls above Tide’s cock.

  “I do. This is special, what we have between us.” Tide pushed into his touch.

  “You make me feel… everything.”

  “That’s what I want. And to show you everything. It’ll take a very long time before there’s nothing new anymore. Very long.” Tide’s words sounded like the best kind of promise.

  “Then what will we do?” Lance asked.

  “We’ll be happy we can still get it up because by then we’ll be ancient.”

  “Like the way you think.” Lance couldn’t stop his laughter.

  “Good. That means you like me thinking about piercing your nipples. Among other things.”

  “You’re incorrigible!” Lance laughed.

  “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

  “No. No, just a fact.” Maybe even a glorious fact.

  Tide flicked his nipples. “It is true, I am. But you bring it out in me. I want to say things and do things that make you crazy and turned-on and hot.”

  Lance suspected that wasn’t going to be terribly difficult, to be honest. Not difficult at all.

  Tide’s fingers lingered, doing more than just flicking now, actually pinching the little bits of hard flesh. Lance wasn’t ready to be aroused again, wasn’t prepared to feel more. His body didn’t seem to agree, his cock responding immediately to Tide’s touches. He was going to die of whatever the polar opposite of blue balls was.

  Tide reached for his eager cock, fingers sliding loosely along the hot flesh. At least one of his nipples was safe now, right? Leaning in, Tide took his left nipple between hot lips. So much for that thought.

  “Oh fuck….” Lance’s head rolled on his shoulders.

  His words had Tide humming, which sent vibrations from his nipple straight to his cock.

  Lance cried out. “I can’t think!”

  “Why do you need to think?” Tide looked like the question was utterly serious.

  “Because…. I don’t know! Just because.”

  “You don’t need to, boy.” Tide bit at his nipple.

  “Uh-huh. I have to pay attention.”

  “That’s got nothing to do with thinking.” Tide bit at the very tip of his nipple.

  “Ouch!” Oh fuck. That stung.

  Tide bit his other nipple in the same manner. Lance grabbed his nips, protecting them with his palms.

  “That’s cheating.” Tide took his hands, holding them both by the wrist in one big hand. Then he began to play with Lance’s nipples with the other.

  “Uh… uh-huh. You’re cheating. You.”

  “Me?” Tide shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.”

  “Ch-cheating.”

  “Nope. Not me.” Tide bit at his nipple. Again.

  “They’re going to be sore.” Lance wasn’t sure that was really a problem.

  “They are. Every time you move, your shirt is going to rub against them and it’s going to remind you of me, of this.”

  Like he wouldn’t remember. Like he wouldn’t know.

  Tide flicked his tongue back and forth, the gentle touches almost worse than the bites and twists.

  “Weren’t we going somewhere?” Lance couldn’t stop moving in Tide’s arms.

  “Yep. Orgasm-town.” Tide’s eyes twinkled at him.

  Lance got tickled, and he started laughing. Not like some easygoing chuckle, either. No. This was a deep belly laugh that shook his whole body. Tide rubbed his back, drawing circles on his skin and keeping them connected. The laughter left him surprisingly worn out, sweaty, and gasping for breath between giggles.

  “You want to nap,
darling? Take a break?”

  “Uh-huh. Sorry. Just…. So much.” His batteries were spent.

  Tide slid down the bed and left him lying on the broad chest. “I’m not going anywhere—we can pick this back up later.”

  “Your house. Where would you go?” Dreams were pulling at him.

  Tide chuckled. “Good point.”

  The laughter jostled his head, Tide’s chest moving beneath him.

  “Thank you. So good. Here. You.”

  Tide dropped a soft kiss on the top of his head. Lance nodded, then sleep took him, just swept him away.

  Chapter Eleven

  SUPPER WAS being delivered. They were showered, they were rested. They were still naked and stretched out in bed, Tide exploring every inch of Lance with both fingers and eyes, his gaze following the path his fingertips forged. Lance seemed completely happy to snuggle, to let himself be held. His boy was a hedonist, a sensual addict. Lance didn’t think he liked being pushed. Tide knew better.

  He slid his fingers toward Lance’s nipples. They were rosy, swollen, and they had to be tender. Before Tide reached them with his fingers, he blew on them.

  “Mmm.” That was a soft, satisfied sound.

  He wondered what it would turn into when he flicked the sweet nipple tips. He wanted to pierce them, wanted to see them hard and swollen and aching. Groaning, he flicked one with his index finger. That earned him a little protest.

  “What was that, darling?” Tide asked as he flicked the other one.

  “Be easy. Tender.”

  “You realize that makes them more fun to play with, right?”

  “Just be gentle with them so they don’t make me crazy,” Lance insisted.

  “But I like making you crazy.” Loved it in fact.

  Lance chuckled for him, shook his head.

  “I do. I love knowing that I’m doing things to you no one else has, and that I can shatter your calm, your innocence.”

  Lance leaned up and took his lips, kissed him nice and slow. He knew Lance loved kissing him, but he also wondered how much of this kiss had been initiated by a desire to shut him up. It made him smile into the kiss. Lance licked at his lips, tracing his smile.

  “Love how you’re using everything that you’ve learned.” Lance was going to be deadly sexy.

  “Just making you feel good,” Lance pointed out.

  “You are. So good.” Lance was a lovely, caring sub.

  “I feel so decadent. Lazy.” Lance stretched.

  “It’s a nice feeling, isn’t it?” Tide loved having time to spend getting to know his lover.

  “It is. I could get addicted to it.”

  “I already am. With you, anyway.” He stroked Lance’s belly, enjoying the gentle ridges.

  “Yeah.” The pretty dark eyelashes cast a shadow on Lance’s cheeks.

  “I want to live off you, breathe you in as my air, fill my stomach with you.” He licked along Lance’s neck.

  Lance’s cock throbbed and a blush started crawling up his belly.

  “Mmm. So pretty.” Tide rocked gently, letting his hard cock slide along Lance’s ass.

  “You’re a poet. It’s amazing.”

  He wasn’t really, but Lance seemed to bring it out in him. “You inspire me, darling. Without you I don’t have those words.”

  “I have to use images. I don’t have pretty words.”

  “And I have to use words, I can’t take pictures like you do. And they say a picture is worth a thousand words. So that puts you ahead.”

  Lance chuckled for him, obviously tickled.

  He nibbled on Lance’s shoulder, his fingers straying downward. Lance arched the littlest bit, pushed into his fingers. He allowed it, turning his hand so Lance’s heat slid along his palm. He loved the heated velvet feeling of Lance’s cock.

  “Oh.” Lance’s eyes rolled, throat working convulsively.

  “If I never stop touching you, it will be too soon.”

  “Don’t stop yet.”

  “I’m not.” As he’d said, he didn’t ever want to. He wanted to explore every inch for hours. He wanted to be able to touch Lance in the dark and recognize his body. He wanted to know each and every sweet spot, how best to touch it to bring pleasure, to bring pain, to bring eagerness and arching and loss of control.

  Fuck, he was completely and utterly in love. He thought maybe the feeling was mutual. He hoped it was.

  He shifted, pulling Lance back so his boy was lying on his back. That gave him better access and he could kiss Lance while he explored.

  “Hey….” Lance stretched, wiggling under his hand.

  “Hey, beautiful boy.” He slid his hand along Lance’s side, fingertips drifting on warm skin.

  “Love when you say that.”

  “Hey?” Tide wrapped his hand around one hip, holding on.

  “Boy. Beautiful boy.”

  He smiled and nodded. That’s what he’d figured. “You are, you know. My beautiful boy.”

  Lance just beamed, almost glowing.

  “You really are.” Tide rubbed their cheeks together.

  He loved how Lance leaned in, wanting the caress. Untutored and unsure at times, Lance nevertheless thrived on this, loved it. Wanted it. More than that, Tide felt like Lance wanted him.

  He rubbed all along Lance’s body and dropped kisses on Lance’s lips as he focused his touches instead of simply letting his fingers drift. He headed toward Lance’s right nipple. Lance arched up, pushed into his touch.

  “You see? You’d love to have them pierced.” Tide plucked at the little bit of flesh, rolling it between his fingers.

  “Like you touching them.”

  “Having them pierced would be like I was touching them all the damn time.” Plus, he was still rather taken with the image of Lance having a chain between his nipples and down to a ring on the tip of his pretty cock. Tide would put a wee blue bow on each ring, decorate them. Then he’d put a leash on the ring in Lance’s cock, lead him around. He groaned, his cock beginning to leak. “You make me need, boy.”

  “I want to. I want to make you crazy.”

  “You do, Lance. Just by being you.” He pulled Lance’s nip out, stretching it. Then he leaned in and licked at it.

  Lance whimpered softly, breath coming faster.

  “Such sensitive little nips. I love them.” Tide wanted to see them with rings, see them swollen and hard. He wanted Lance to let him do it, to beg for it even though Lance wasn’t sure he wanted them. The thought made Tide moan and tug harder on them.

  “Aches.” That wasn’t a complaint.

  “You like the ache,” Tide suggested.

  “No….” Lance’s lips parted and he nodded.

  “Liar,” Tide accused softly.

  “Not….”

  “You said you didn’t like the ache. I totally don’t believe you.”

  “It’s… maddening,” Lance insisted and that he believed.

  “You mean it’s making you crazy.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “That’s a good thing,” he whispered into Lance’s ear.

  “It feels like my skin doesn’t fit on my body,” Lance murmured.

  “Still not hearing a problem.” He licked at Lance’s neck.

  “That’s not natural.”

  “Oh yes, it is.” Just because Lance wasn’t used to it and hadn’t done it before, didn’t make it unnatural. Besides, they’d change that soon enough. “You’ll beg me to get them done,” he promised.

  “Won’t. You keep saying that.”

  “It’s good to know what your goals are.”

  Lance chuckled. “I love how you think.”

  “I think about you and how much I want to make you fly.” It wasn’t the only thing on his mind, of course, but it was at the forefront. He was utterly addicted. And falling so hard for this beautiful boy.

  Leaning in, he focused on sucking Lance’s right nipple, pulling the hard bit of flesh between his lips. About the time Lance moaned, Tide bit down, makin
g it burn. That earned him a jerk, Lance bucking toward him. Sweet little pain slut. And Lance had no clue, which only made him that much more intoxicating.

  “Please.” Oh, sweet, sweet whisper.

  “What do you want, darling?” He couldn’t wait to hear Lance beg him.

  “I….” Lance moaned, shook his head.

  “You’re going to have to tell me.”

  “I want you. I want…. It’s big.”

  Smiling, he nodded. “It’s going to get bigger.”

  “I hope I can bear it.”

  “If you can’t, you’ll scream and cry and fly.” He didn’t doubt Lance a bit.

  He moved to the other nipple, worrying it with his teeth before sucking on it. Lance’s hands wrapped around his head, holding on. Tide bit, he tugged, he sucked, he soothed.

  “Need you. Swear. Please.” Lance muttered the words softly, just restless.

  “I’m going to make love to you. I promise.”

  “Never knew I could feel so much. Never.” Lance shifted, arched.

  “This is just a drop in the bucket.”

  “That’s amazing and scary all at once.”

  “You don’t need to be scared.” He reached down and began to rub along the strip of wrinkled skin between Lance’s sac and hole, even as he went back to nibbling one tiny swollen nip. He deliberately bumped Lance’s balls, his knuckles tapping the warm skin.

  “Uhn.” The little ache made his boy wild, he could see it in Lance’s face. Everything was written there clear as a bell.

  He grabbed the lube with one hand, but kept rubbing Lance’s hole before applying it. Lance’s fingers slipped down, touching those tender nipples, Tide’s lips. He sucked one in, tongue flicking across Lance’s fingertips. Lance gasped, giggled, rubbed against him. Damn, that was a wonderful noise.

  Tide used his nails on Lance’s hole this time. Lance rubbed his nipple, played with it, teasing them both. Groaning, Tide pressed his finger inside Lance, sucking harder on Lance’s nipple.

  Lance began to beg. “More. More, please.”

  He pressed a second finger into Lance. “Always. I’ll always have more for you.”

  Lance arched up, pushed that sore nipple into his lips. Tide flicked his tongue back and forth across it, then began sucking again, giving Lance pleasure and an ache, a pain. Lance moaned deep in his chest and then pulled him closer.