Dreamspinner Press Year Nine Greatest Hits

by Michael Murphy

  Tide’s mouth covered his, the kiss opening him up. He pushed right into it, letting Tide know how much he needed this. Tide ran his fingers along Lance’s side, the touches gentle, almost sweet. Lance’s eyelids dropped closed, his focus on those fingers. He could feel it coming, but it still made him cry out and arch when Tide flicked one of his nipple rings. It wasn’t a bad cry; yes, it hurt, but it was so good.

  “Love that sound,” Tide told him.

  Lance wet his lips, his eyes rolling as his hips rocked. Tide shifted, pressing him into the bed. His lover was heavy, the muscles keeping him still.

  “Mine,” murmured Tide.

  “Yes.” That he knew.

  Smiling, Tide took his lips again, and he could feel the heat of Tide’s cock against his belly. He was going to feel that, deep in his gut, filling him up.

  Hips still moving, Tide slid his cock along Lance’s belly and he swore he could feel the tip leaking on him. He had to just feel it, let Tide touch him. He could feel the ropes around his wrist, holding his hands up, keeping him from touching himself. Everything he needed, Tide gave him.

  “Tide?”

  “Yeah, darling?”

  “Can you please take a picture of me, like this? So I can see?”

  “Fuck yeah. Because you are so worth seeing.” Tide got out of bed and went to Lance’s bag, grabbing his camera from it.

  Lance couldn’t believe he’d asked, but he wanted to know.

  Tide started taking pictures of him. It was strange, being on this side of the camera.

  “J-just one.” He didn’t know how he felt.

  “I’ve already taken a dozen, Lance.”

  “Oh.” He wanted to see.

  Tide took a few more. “You are so sexy.”

  “That’s you. Love. Please.”

  “That’s you, too.” Tide turned the camera so he could see.

  He reached for it, the ropes catching him up.

  “You don’t get to touch, boy. Only see.”

  “I….”

  Tide wasn’t a bad photographer, not at all. The pictures were good and he was…. He’d never seen himself like that. He looked wanton, hungry, and so sensual.

  “That’s you, Lance.”

  “Crazy. Come love me.”

  “I’m not crazy and neither are you. You’re beautiful,” Tide insisted.

  “I’m yours.”

  “You are. Gonna show you now.” Tide put down his camera, then went and grabbed something that turned out to be a plug.

  “Oh God.” Lance nodded and arched, knowing what that meant.

  Tide’s smile was wicked and eager.

  “We’re going to do this.” He couldn’t stop grinning.

  “We are. We’re going to make love with nothing between us. And I’m going to keep you filled.” Tide dragged the plug across his thighs.

  Goose bumps grew all along the path the plug went. Tide slid it over his hip, but skirted his cock, making the plug bump along his abdomen instead. The touch was erotic, sensual, and it made him smile. Then Tide touched the tip of the plug to the tips of his nipples, the rings in them still making them super sensitive.

  “Tide….” Oh, that was weird.

  “Do you want to suck on it?” Tide asked, bringing the plug to Lance’s lips.

  His lips parted immediately, spreading for the plug. Groaning loudly, Tide pushed it into his mouth. It was warm from its travels on his body, and Tide fucked his mouth with it, not pushing too deep, but making sure his lips had to spread around it.

  His fingers clenched around the ropes, pulling lazily as he sucked. Tide leaned against him, cock like a brand on his hip and leaving hot, slick drops.

  “Jesus, baby. You’re glorious. Sex on a stick.”

  The praise made him suck harder, which had Tide groaning louder and pushing the plug deeper into his mouth.

  “Needy, perfect slut.” The word didn’t sound like an insult coming from Tide’s lips. It sounded like praise, like something to be proud of.

  Tide pulled away the plug and it left his lips with a pop. Tide looked down at him, a soft moan escaping him. Then Tide’s mouth covered his, the kiss fierce. Lance slammed up, giving as much as he took. He could feel his arms stretching, hands bound to the headboard.

  Tide slid the plug back down his body, the thing wet with his saliva now.

  “Not yet….” He needed Tide’s cock first.

  “Pushy boy.” Tide tapped the top of his cock with the tip of the plug.

  The little sting felt so good. Tide must have known, because he did it again.

  “Tide!”

  His slit got a hard, firm pinch. “Sir.”

  “Sir. Sir. Sir. Sir.”

  “God yes, I love how that sounds. Say it again.”

  “Sir!” He got a firm pinch again.

  “Good job.” Tide left the plug on his belly, nudging at the tip of his cock, and reached for the lube.

  He gritted his teeth against the sting, the ache. Tide slicked up his fingers, taking his time and making Lance watch. He loved that, the way Tide’s cock appeared and disappeared over and over. Then Tide’s fingers pushed into him, stretching him. He’d been so focused on Tide’s cock that the touch surprised him.

  “Love that sound,” Tide told him when he gasped.

  “You make me feel things I never expected.”

  “That’s what I want.”

  Him too. Lance wanted to fly.

  Tide’s fingers pushed against his sweet spot. Lance sucked in a breath, one leg dragging up.

  “Nice.” Tide hit that spot again.

  Oh, it was so much better than nice.

  Tide continued to open him, to make him jerk and arch and feel amazing. His ass burned, his need driving him crazy.

  “Ready for me?” Tide asked, slowly drawing his fingers out. “Ready for skin on skin?”

  “Ready for you inside me.”

  “Mmm. I want to draw it out.”

  Lance groaned, low and deep.

  “I want this moment to last forever,” Tide told him.

  “I want us to last forever.” That was a goofy thing to say, he knew.

  But Tide’s smile widened, his eyes hot and soft at the same time. “Beautiful, stunning, smart boy.”

  He leaned up, begging a kiss. Tide pointed his tongue and traced Lance’s lips, the touch warm and wet and not enough.

  “Ti—Sir. Sir, please.”

  “Love how you beg.”

  And as if it were his reward, Tide pressed their lips together in a rough kiss. That was what he’d wanted. The kiss that threatened to steal his breath. When it was over, both he and Tide were panting.

  “God, you’re something special,” Tide said.

  “Thank you, Sir. Please. Please, can I feel you now?”

  “Oh yes, such pretty begging.” Tide put more lube on his cock, then settled between Lance’s legs. “This is it, darling.”

  Lance sucked in a deep breath, spread wide, and waited.

  Tide pushed his cock against Lance’s hole. It was hot and big, and he swore he could feel wetness at the tip. He bore down, spreading his body and taking his lover, his Tide in. Tide moved at a snail’s pace, stretching him wider as the thick cock entered him. It seemed to take forever, but the heat was amazing. Even better was the look of bliss on Tide’s face—eyelids heavy, lips open and slack.

  “Oh, Lance.” Groaning, Tide sank all the way in.

  He watched Tide, fascinated by the joy and need on Tide’s face.

  “Never felt this before,” Tide whispered.

  “No. Me neither.” He squeezed, hoping to make Tide need more.

  A shudder moved through Tide’s body, saying that he had. So Lance did it again. And again.

  “Lance… fuck.” Tide began rocking, the thick cock pressing in and out of him.

  Oh, that was perfect. His love, his world. His.

  He moved with Tide, pushing to meet each thrust. Tide nodded, the huge buff body beginning to glow. This
was his. Tide was his. They had a contract, they were exclusive. They were doing this bareback.

  “Going to fill me with your come.” Lance had to say the words, make it real.

  “I am.” Tide’s voice was rough, thick with passion. “Gonna plug it in you too.”

  “Yes.” He jerked, squeezing Tide’s prick.

  That made Tide moan and he moved faster, filling Lance completely. They were going to start a fire together. Lance definitely felt like he was burning up.

  Tide wrapped a hand around his cock. Lance cried out, clamped down on Tide. Yes. Tide met his gaze, holding it as they fucked, as Tide’s hand tightened around his flesh. His whole world narrowed to his cock, to his hole, to the way they looked at each other. Moving faster, Tide pulled at his cock and filled him simultaneously, and everything built higher.

  “Please. Please, Tide. Sir.”

  “Don’t want it to end. Hold on as long as you can.”

  He nodded. For Tide. For Tide he could do anything. Tide didn’t make it easy, digging a thumb into his slit.

  “Cheating!” Lance laughed, the sound strangled in his chest.

  “Yeah, I want it to be so good for you, I’d even cheat.”

  “It’s perfect. It’s us.”

  “Yes.” Tide nodded, thumb pushing hard again.

  He gritted his teeth, knees drawing up.

  “Yes. Hold on tight,” Tide ordered.

  “I promise.”

  “I know.” Tide pushed in harder, slamming into him now. Tide’s eyes were wild, desperate and needy.

  “Now,” Tide ordered, hips jerking into him. “Now. Now.”

  Lance’s body tightened, his balls drawing up. Tide’s fingernail pressed into his slit. The pleasure made the world stop, made him lose everything else.

  Tide jerked a few more times and froze, heat filling Lance. Filling him inside. His spent cock jerked, spurting out another few drops of seed. Moaning, Tide leaned down on him, letting him feel his weight. He hummed, the pressure perfect. Just right.

  “Love you,” Tide whispered.

  Lance just nodded because all his words were gone.

  Tide felt around next to him And Lance moaned, knowing Tide was searching for the plug.

  He knew when Tide found it, and then Tide put it in his hand. “Hold on to this.”

  It was big, heavy, fat. It was going to be inside him. Lance whimpered softly.

  “I just want to stay in you a little longer.”

  “As long as you want,” Lance offered.

  Smiling, Tide kissed him, tongue sliding in his mouth. He opened up, sated and happy and lazy. They kissed for a long time, Tide’s heat filling him. Every so often he’d clench and Tide would groan softly.

  Tide’s lips eventually parted from his, Tide’s breath puffing over his face as his lover panted.

  “Was it as good as you thought?” Lance asked.

  Tide nodded. “Better. For you?”

  “I felt it when you came inside me.”

  Tide beamed at him. He couldn’t stop smiling back.

  Tide lubed up the plug, then shifted, moving to set the plug just beneath his cock at Lance’s hole. He didn’t tense, he stayed open, ready. For a moment the tip of the plug and Tide’s cock were both opening his hole up, then Tide’s cock was gone and it was just the plug. Tide pushed it in, spreading him wide and leaving him gasping for a second. The tip of the thing hit his gland, making him jerk hard. His entire body tensed.

  “I’ve got you.” Tide did. All of him.

  He nodded, feeling totally overwhelmed.

  Tide played with the plug, sliding it partway out, then in again. Lance’s body clung to the plug, unwilling to lose a drop of his lover. Twisting the plug, Tide used it to stroke his insides. Then, finally, Tide settled it deep inside him. The snap of his hole around the neck of the plug made him start.

  “Perfect. Now I’m inside you until I take the plug out.” Tide stroked his inner thighs.

  “S-Sir?”

  “Yes, darling?”

  “Hold me?”

  Tide smiled, nodded. “That was the plan.”

  Tide slowly undid the ropes, pulling them from around his wrists, then lay down next to him and drew him into the warm arms. Lance grabbed and held on tight, needing this connection more than life.

  “I’ve got you,” Tide told him.

  “Me too.” He had Tide and he was holding on, dammit.

  Tide smiled warmly. “I love that.”

  He dropped a kiss on Tide’s shoulder, humming softly. “Good.”

  “It is. This is good. It’s stunning, really, what we have together.”

  “Uh-huh. Special.” And it was theirs.

  “We should celebrate.” Tide tucked Lance’s head beneath Tide’s chin.

  “Okay.” He thought they just had.

  “I want to take you out for supper at La Cuisine.”

  “Fancy.” His eyes felt so heavy.

  “I want to show you off.”

  Lance’s body heated with pleasure. “Oh. Oh okay.”

  “I want everyone to know just how special you are.” Tide kissed his nose. “We could invite Tyrone and Bran if you want.”

  “I like them. Very much.”

  “Then let’s invite them. They’ll be really happy for us.” Tide threw a leg over Lance’s, dragging him even closer, tangling them together.

  Lance felt settled, sure, home.

  Chapter Fifteen

  TIDE HELD Lance’s hand as they went into the fancy restaurant. He was wearing dark dress pants and a lavender shirt, the top two buttons undone. He’d gone all out for Lance, dressing in his best duds because he wanted his boy as proud to be with him as he was to be with Lance. Meanwhile, Lance was in all black—and everything was a size too big to be form fitting; Lance hiding in his clothes. One day Tide would have his boy proud enough of that taut little body to show it off.

  He slid his hand across Lance’s ass as they stood at the hostess stand. They were meeting Tyrone and Bran here, and he was looking forward to telling his friends that he and Lance were committed now. The filled ass tightened under his touch, Lance working the plug.

  “Stunning boy.”

  Lance pinked, ducked his chin, and grinned.

  “Master Tide!” Bran’s voice rang out, happy, unashamed.

  Tide loved that, and he turned to Bran, opening his arms to Tyrone’s boy and giving Bran a hug.

  “Master Tide. Happy Saturday. You look so happy.”

  “I am, Bran, thank you.” He smiled over at Tyrone, then gave his best friend a hug.

  “Congratulations,” Tyrone whispered. It shouldn’t surprise him that Tyrone had guessed. Tyrone knew him better than anyone on earth.

  Grinning, he pulled Lance to him and nodded. “I’m glad you guys could come and help us celebrate.”

  Bran grabbed Lance too, hugging tight. “Welcome to the family! I’m so happy.”

  Tide couldn’t stop smiling, and he saved the warmest one for his boy.

  “Are you gentlemen ready to be seated?” the hostess asked them.

  Tide gave her a smile too. “Let’s go eat, yeah?”

  Lance nodded and so did Tyrone. “God, yes. I’m starving.”

  Tide let the hostess know. “We’re ready.”

  “This way, gentlemen.” She led them to a table by the window.

  He held out Lance’s chair and Tyrone did the same for Bran, sitting the boys across from each other. Then he sat with his boy and Tyrone sat with his. Tide took Lance’s hand, feeling schmaltzy.

  “What do you like here?” Lance asked.

  “You.”

  Lance chuckled, rolled his eyes and smiled.

  “It’s true, it’s my favorite thing here.”

  A waiter came over, poured them waters. “What can I get you gentlemen from the bar?”

  “Just water for me and my boy,” Tyrone said, but Tide shook his head.

  “No, we’re celebrating. We’d like a bottle of champ
agne, please, and four glasses.”

  “Oh, what are celebrating?” the waiter asked.

  “Lance and I have signed a contract together. We’re committed.”

  “Oh? Congratulations!” Tide could tell that the waiter had no idea, but was willing to celebrate anything that sold food.

  “Thank you.” He put his arm around Lance’s shoulders, kissed his boy.

  “Oh… how sweet!” Bran bounced, applauding quietly. “You two are so cute.”

  Tide chuckled, Bran’s joy always so infectious.

  Lance blushed dark, but didn’t hide. “He’s good to me.”

  “That goes both ways, darling.”

  “So, it’s like we’re brothers, now. Does that mean Lance and I get to work out together?” Bran asked.

  Tide chuckled, wondering what Lance would make of Bran’s proclamation.

  “You are brothers-in-arms, I suppose. Are you into working out, Lance?” Tyrone asked.

  Lance shook his head. “I’m not stacked like you guys.”

  “Neither was Bran when he started out,” Tide noted. “And you don’t need to be stacked. Working out feels good, though.”

  “I was soft and squishy and not ripped at all,” Bran informed Lance.

  “Squishy.” Tyrone put his head back and laughed. “I love it.”

  “I can’t imagine, Bran.” Lance’s voice was soft, but warm.

  “He’s a little stud now, isn’t he?” Tide grinned and squeezed Lance’s hand. “You’ll let me order for you?”

  “If you want to, yes.” Lance hadn’t even looked at the menu yet.

  “I do. I know you like seafood. It’s such a succulent food.”

  “I like the word succulent. And yeah. I love seafood.” Lance smiled, looked like he was basking.

  “Succulent.” Tide said it slowly, drawing it out for Lance. “I like decadent too.”

  Lance’s finger traced shapes on his thigh, teasing, taunting. He smiled at his boy, enjoying the touches, loving that Lance felt brave enough to share them.

  “We should have a party, Master. Introduce Lance to everyone at the Eagle.” Bran sounded so excited.

  “That’s a good idea, Bran. Would you like to take care of the details?” Bran loved throwing a party.

  “You know I love a party. I’d love to. I just need Lance’s favorites.”

  “Ah, but his favorite what?” Tide teased.