The Brotherhood 8 Under Hill and Over the Bar

by Willa Okati

  He came with a shout of male triumph and elven wonder, wishing he could have sprayed his semen deep inside Laurence, painting him white with spunk deep within, but instead feeling the condom fill with the weight and wetness of his load. He yelled again as Laurence bore down, milking every drop of orgasm from him that he could, his lover’s face twisted in an almost animal pleasure. Struggling to stifle his shrieks, Keelan pressed his arm against his mouth again and bit down, tasting his own blood as his cock seized and spasmed, coming and coming until he thought he might turn inside out.

  When he had finally spiraled down from the peaks of ecstasy, he saw Laurence still sitting atop him, that fierce grin in place. “Made you come,” the man said smugly. “Now, it’s your turn.”

  “My what -- oh. Oh.” Keelan shook his head, then gazed at the sight of Laurence’s erection, long and slim, jutting out from his groin and its nest of red curls. More than a handful, so he’d just have to use two.

  At first his arms, lazy in the afterglow, did not want to move, but he forced them up and seized Laurence’s cock in his palms, squeezing at the base, then tugging his hand up. Not gentle, but no need for any delicate treatment, either.

  Laurence howled out his pleasure, his stomach going concave, then convex as Keelan masturbated him, each stroke hard and punishing, and exactly what they both wanted -- no, needed. They had no second condom, and while Laurence seemed to have forgotten, Keelan for one could not wait to feel that man’s juice painted across his own chest.

  “Come for me,” he ordered, his hand working mercilessly. “Let go, Laurence. I want to feel you, taste you, touch you.” He was short of breath, and used his words like little arrows, each one flying straight to their target. “Come. Come. Come!”

  He gave one last hard jack to Laurence’s cock, and then the man was crying out, spasming above him. Keelan had just enough time and presence of mind to seize Laurence by his flailing hands and hold on tight as the mortal’s cock loosed its payload of semen, spraying in wide arcs across Keelan’s skin and even up to his mouth, where Keelan licked his lips hungrily for the salty, rich taste.

  Laurence swayed briefly, then lifted himself off Keelan’s cock with an effort. He slumped forward across the elf’s chest, head coming to rest at the apex of Keelan’s collar bones and scalp bumped up beneath Keelan’s chin. Keelan could feel Laurence’s heart beating in a rapid tattoo beneath his ribs, the rhythm in counterpoint to his own’s fierce hammering. Almost hesitant, he reached up to press his hands to the man’s back, kneading in time with their pulses. Laurence’s seed was sticky between them, but Laurence didn’t seem to care. His hair had come undone from its ponytail and fanned out over Keelan’s skin.

  For a moment, Keelan let himself imagine how the two of them must look lying there together in the Faerie glade. Heads red as fire and dark as night, skin white and white, weary lovers struggling to catch their breath. A painting of this moment would be fine enough to present to Oberon himself.

  But as with all such tastes of afterglow, the bliss passed much too soon. Laurence sat up, light on Keelan’s belly, and stretched his arms wide. “That was ... I don’t have the words.” His voice cracked. “Amazing, Keelan. You were beyond belief.”

  Keelan trailed a finger through the smeared fluids on his chest and sucked them into his mouth, grinning wickedly around the digit and speaking in his most seductive manner. “And the night isn’t over yet. We’ve hours until the sun rises, and you’ll be staying here with me, won’t you, of your own free will ...”

  Laurence frowned at him as if he’d said something foolish. “What? Are you nuts? This was great, Keelan, but, like I said, just sex. I’ve got a beer to get back to, and you probably have a dozen men standing in line for a taste of you.” Nimble as an acrobat, he stood, reaching for his clothes. “I didn’t see how we got in here, so you’ll have to show me. Where’s the way back out into the bar?”

  Still lying on his back, mental images of a couple of thousand silver flying away from him, Keelan closed his eyes and swore to himself. By the Lord and Lady ... oh, shit.

  Chapter Four

  Keelan thought quickly. He was an elf, after all; one of their special skills in trade was coming up with plans on the fly. Knowing exactly how he must appear, he undulated on the grass, rolled his hips, and dealt Laurence a sultry look with a bit of a pout thrown in for good measure.

  Sure enough, Laurence paused in his quest to don his clothing and gazed back down at Keelan, his eyes going briefly dark. “How do you do that?”

  “Do what?” Keelan arched a bit, as if he were about to yawn. He’d been well-fucked, ridden off into the moonrise, and let it show in every lean line of his body. A delectable treat surely no mortal could resist. “I have no idea what you mean, Laurence.”

  “The hell you don’t. Lying there, looking so ... so ...”

  “Edible?” Keelan purred. He took another taste of Laurence’s seed, so vital and alive, piquant with mortality and humming with life. Mmm. Laurence had the most delectable flavor to him. All human, of course, but a particularly fine vintage. And, yes, again, he could taste that tiny bit of something almost like an elven heritage running through the man’s body, like a flavorful spice.

  He glanced up as the man ran his tongue over his lips. “Edible,” Laurence agreed in a dry voice. “You make me feel like an appetizer at a party.”

  “Oh, no.” Keelan thrust his pelvis up in a lusty, lewd manner, then sat up fluidly, crossing his legs for balance. “You are most definitely the main dish.”

  Laurence frowned. “Stop that. Would you just stop?”

  “Stop what?” Keelan was honestly perplexed by this question. He was looking at Laurence as if he were to be desired, a rare and precious treat, and the man objected?

  “Stop looking at me like you’re figuring out just how much I’m worth. You got what you wanted. Fuck, so did I. Sex, that’s all. Just sex. We’ve had our fun, sure, but there must be a half-dozen other men wanting in your pants. So how about getting a move on and I’ll get back to my beer.”

  Keelan managed to keep his face from betraying his roiling emotions. What? Laurence was tossing him aside as casually as any mortal man? The indignity burned but was soon replaced by worry. To lose Laurence so soon would be a tragedy and a shame -- not to mention his departure would mean the total loss of his bet. No, Laurence running off wouldn’t do, not at all -- not that he could without Keelan to show him the portal back into Amour Magique. He stalled for time while he thought quickly. “You’re sticky,” he said, raising himself up onto one knee. “Let me clean you off before you go.”

  Laurence looked doubtful. “You have a handful of tissues anywhere on you? You had to use my one condom, so I doubt --”

  “Just one?” Keelan shook his head. “A man like you should carry several.”

  “I said, stop.”

  “Now what?”

  “You’re acting like I’m someone special. I’m not. Like you want to spend more time with me. I know you don’t. So just cut it out, okay?”

  “Whatever gave you the idea that I don’t want to spend more time with you?” Keelan moved forward sinuously, with all the grace of the elves, until he knelt at Laurence’s feet. “I don’t have any tissues, and I’ve got no dish of soap and water, but there is another way to clean you up.” He licked his lips insinuatingly. “I want to taste you, Laurence. I’ve had a dab of your flavor, but I want more. Much more.”

  Laurence stilled, looked dubiously at Keelan. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean,” Keelan crooned, laying one hand on either of Laurence’s strong thighs, “I want to taste you. Will you be cruel and say ‘no’ and ‘stop it’ to my request?”

  “I -- you --” Laurence frowned. “Why do you want to?”

  “Because you’re good enough to make a man forget he might have anything else to do in a night.” Keelan got a better grip on Laurence’s legs. He couldn’t afford for this to go sour now.. He had his mind set, and his plans
made. He wanted more of this mortal, and he fully intended to get it. But, surprisingly, he also wanted Laurence willing. “Stay with me.” He followed his words by leaning closely into the man’s groin, still shining with liquids and smelling of spunk and spent passion. “Stay just a little longer.”

  Laurence let out a small, tremulous moan, and Keelan knew he had won. “Good,” he said softly, kneading the strong muscles beneath his hands. “You won’t regret your choice. The things I can show you, Laurence ... You’ll never forget the lessons I’ll teach you tonight.”

  He felt a hand on top of his head. “Less talk, more demonstration,” Laurence retorted in a voice gone a couple of octaves deeper than usual. “If you’re going to do this, do it.”

  “And you still can’t believe why,” Keelan crooned. “Stop doubting yourself, Laurence, you’re quite a prize. And for this evening, for now, you’re mine ...”

  He leaned forward the last few inches and took Laurence into his mouth. Soft, he remained somewhat long and tasted deliciously of musk on Keelan’s tongue. Keelan twirled his tongue around the length of the man’s cock, licking it clean of any fluids save his own saliva. Then, with a move it had taken unknown years to perfect, he opened his mouth as wide as it could go and suckled in the man’s balls as well, the soft pouch just fitting between his lips. A trick like this could only be done when the man wasn’t yet full and ready.

  Laurence groaned, and Keelan laughed inside. Ah, but you like this, don’t you? He played with his mouthful as dexterously as he could, rolling the sac over his tongue, playing with the soft jewels inside by balancing first one, then the other on his lips, then squeezing down ever so gently. Laurence’s hand became a fist in Keelan’s hair. Keelan fought not to smile in triumph; he had so much more work to do before they were finished with this round.

  Unfortunately, or fortunately, as the case might be, Keelan possessed the Hand of Lust, which could bring a man back to life as many times as he wanted during a session of lovemaking.

  And when did this go from sex to lovemaking? Pause. Answer that question later. Suck cock now.

  Keelan decided to obey his inner counsel. And as Laurence’s cock was lengthening, filling, and beginning to slide further back into his throat, the elf decided to get on with the show. He knew himself to be a master at the fine art of fellatio, and he intended to give Laurence the bravura performance of a lifetime.

  Applying his best skills, and a touch of elven magic, Keelan began to suck Laurence’s magnificent, lengthy prick with all his might. He’d had centuries to perfect the art, and he summoned up every bit of knowledge he’d learned, all while controlling the show. First, he let Laurence’s balls slip carefully out of his mouth, gleaming wet, to fall back against the apex of his thighs -- but not without one final lick to tantalize and tease.

  Laurence made a soft, choked sound and managed a few words. “If this is your way of convincing me to stick around a while, you win. Don’t stop now.”

  Keelan drew off Laurence’s member long enough to murmur, “Oh, don’t you worry. I have no intention of going anywhere. And you shouldn’t, either. Stay, Laurence. Stay here with me, for I have much more than this planned for us ...”

  He dipped down to give the small strip of skin between the other man’s balls and ass a quick flicker of his tongue, then a tantalizing, pressing lick. Idly, he wondered if he could convince Laurence to have a guiche piercing done. Yes, a loop of metal there to play with, to torment and tease with his teeth and tongue -- his lover would know of a heaven few mortals ever dared to hope for. Too bad so many were squeamish about such things.

  Keelan decided he would just have to see how malleable Laurence was after a thorough session of his tongue on the man’s cock. Speaking of which, as Laurence’s rough cries grew louder and he spread his legs wider for Keelan’s questing mouth to gain greater access, Keelan thought it was time to step up the action a bit.

  With one final poke of his tongue to the sensitive skin, Keelan drew back and weighed the bulk of Laurence’s cock in his palm. Elven lust and young human male hormones were in his favor, it seemed, for Laurence had grown a deliciously full erection while Keelan had sported with him. The elf gazed at it for a moment, enraptured by the sight of all that man meat laid out for his inspection.

  “Well?” Laurence demanded, voice gravelly. “Are you going to look at me all night, or do me?”

  “Both,” Keelan replied wickedly, letting his amusement creep into his voice. But before Laurence could take offense or decide Keelan was toying with him, Keelan slid his mouth over the tip of Laurence’s prick and applied fierce suction to the swollen head. He ran his tongue in circles around the corona, tapping out a staccato rhythm in a circular beat. Then, playfully, he stabbed the tip of his tongue into the slit, tasting pure Laurence and salt.

  Laurence grunted, an almost animal-like noise. His fingers tightened into a fist. “Condom,” he growled. “For your protection.”

  Keelan almost wailed with frustration and pulled back to snap, “We don’t need one. If I was going to catch something, I already would have from tasting your come, wouldn’t I?”

  Laurence’s grip loosened, then tightened. “Taking an awfully big chance ...”

  Not really, but I’m not about to tell you as much, am I? “I’m willing to risk whatever may come. You’re all I want right now.”

  And without giving Laurence the opportunity to protest even further, he slid back onto the man’s prick, this time taking the shaft deeper into his mouth, then applying both pressure and a good tongue-lashing. Laurence moaned and bucked, pushing more of his cock into Keelan’s mouth, and Keelan gladly accepted every inch. Moving his hands around to the tight globes of Laurence’s ass, he gripped the cheeks one after the other, steady and hard. He let his pleasure show with a hum of delight around Laurence’s cock, knowing how the vibrations would affect the man.

  He quickly was proved right. Laurence’s knees almost buckled. Ah, but it has been a while for you, hasn’t it? Let’s see what I can do to remedy the situation ...

  Elves such as Keelan could do more than apply the principles of a good blowjob, or fucking, or being penetrated. They could infuse their partner with the joy of living wild and free, of being almost more animal than man, at one with the lashing winds and the exuberance of unfettered nature. Almost like a drug, they could inject the sensation of being without boundaries, and while some might have said that that wasn’t playing fair, when it came to Laurence, Keelan wasn’t interested in being fair.

  Or was he? As he sucked and pressed rhythmically with his hands, for all the world like a kitten nursing at a teat, and made appreciative noises in the back of his throat, feeling Laurence’s hands comb roughly through his hair, Keelan wondered. Somehow it suddenly felt wrong to trick this man. But why?

  He narrowly avoided shaking his head in wonder and went back to giving Laurence the blowjob of a lifetime. Using every trick he could think of, from swirling his tongue in criss-crossing patterns up the length and width of the shaft to tracing designs only he could map out, to drawing up and down with the suction of a spasming ass, he put his whole effort and attention into the act until he felt Laurence’s balls draw up high and tight, and heard muffled shouting above him. Keelan glanced up to see Laurence biting into his fist and wished he could tell him not to bother, that he could be as loud as he wanted to -- no one could hear them there. Well, no one that mattered.

  But then it all became moot as Laurence’s orgasm exploded forth. For the second time that night he burst, but this time into a warm, wet and willing receptacle -- Keelan’s mouth. The elf caught every gush of heated semen as it spilled over his tongue, relishing the taste and texture of his lover’s spunk. Ah, but ages upon ages had passed since he’d last enjoyed the flavor of a human!

  He eased Laurence down from his peak, supporting the man’s weight as he leaned on Keelan. Once again, Keelan had a clean-up job to perform but he enjoyed every second of it, lapping Laurence’s softenin
g member until it was spotless. Ah, but the man had an amazing cock on him. Definitely one to remember.

  Keelan felt another odd flash of doubt. Remember? He had planned to let Laurence go at the break of day, but there was something odd going on in the depths of his belly and mind. He didn’t want to let the mortal go, regardless of when the dawn might break.

  Shifting back and resting his weight on his heels, Keelan shrugged and murmured quietly to himself, “Black Malice would be ashamed of me, so she would.”

  Laurence stared down at him, eyes still dazed with lust. “Malice who?”

  Keelan cursed himself, then lied smoothly. “No one. Come, rest with me for a while.”

  “Nuh-uh. I’m not a guy who’s into selfish sex.” Laurence managed to leer comically at Keelan’s own erection, which had sprung up hard and hungry between his legs while he’d been giving Laurence the time of his life.

  Keelan let his face turn sly. “Oh, really? Do you think I’ve earned a touch from your lily-white hand?”

  “Earned, hell. You win the grand prize, and you know it. Showoff.”

  “Perhaps I am.” Keelan tilted his grin. “Do I really win a prize?”

  “Watch and see.”

  Laurence collapsed to his knees, face to face with Keelan, as graceful as an elf himself. Then, taking Keelan unaware, Laurence pushed him over with a finger to his chest. Keelan went over with a surprised, gleeful laugh, and once he was on his back, spread his legs wide to invite Laurence in.

  Laurence wasted no time, but rather than applying his own mouth as Keelan had hoped, he began to idly finger Keelan’s cock, sliding a finger from tip to base, stopping only to tease his balls with the edge of one nail. Keelan hissed and dug in his heels. He liked things rough; well, he supposed most males did. However, this light teasing was a delicious change of pace and almost enough to drive him out of his mind.