by Ian O Lewis
“Joshua, you are in my thoughts 24/7, and when I see you all I want to do is tear your clothes off and cry. I know that sounds strange, but I mean tears of happiness. I’m so overwhelmed by the mere thought of you I can only pray you feel just a fraction of what I’m feeling now.” My head was spinning, this confession coming straight from my heart instead of being filtered through my overly critical brain.
“Do you really mean that?” Joshua whispered. A tear slid down his cheek and I wiped it away with my thumb.
“Yes.” I let go of him and walked a few feet away, then turned and spoke again. “I’m so fucking scared, Joshua. It’s insane, almost like I have stage fright. The sight of you drives me wild. Do you know that when we are rehearsing with the orchestra, I have to force myself to not stare at you, because if I do, this happens.” I grabbed my hard cock through my slacks and squeezed. “You do this to me, no matter where we are. Earlier today I said I wasn’t going to fuck you in front of the other musicians, but let me tell you something, babe: I want to. I want to show every one of them you are mine. I’ve felt this since the first moment we met. This is insane, and the way I feel about you isn’t normal. I mean, I know people are always talking about taking things slow, not rushing into stuff, but with you I have no choice, because it’s already happened. I already feel crazy about you.” I sat on the chair next to his cello and put my face in my hands. Moments later I felt him move his instrument and sit next to me.
“Serge.” He put his arm around my shoulder and pried the fingers away from my face. Joshua placed my hand on his lap. His thick cock was rock hard, and I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing it, feeling the heat coming through the thin fabric of his pants. “You’re not the only one who feels this. Trust me, every day I give thanks for the cello hiding my erection from the rest of the orchestra. When I see you on stage, it makes me so fucking hot.”
His lips crashed into mine, and moments later we nearly spilled out of the hard metal chairs to the floor.
“If we were smart, we’d cool things off, right? Maybe try to slow it down, use our heads instead of our dicks to…” Josh breathed, but then I interrupted.
“Is that what you want?”
“It would be the smarter thing…”
“I didn’t ask that. I asked if it was what you wanted.” I stood up and crossed over to the piano, then turned and faced him. “Well, is it what you want?”
This back and forth was wearing on me.
Joshua stood and planted himself in front of me. He placed his hand on the back of my neck, pulling my face closer to his. “No. I want you to take me right now, and then I want to wake up with you in the morning, and maybe the morning after that too. Shit, Serge, I don’t know where this is going, but I want to give it a try.”
Something exploded in my chest and then a lightheaded sensation of bliss coursed through every single cell in my body. Damn it, Joshua had me whipped, and there was nothing I could do about it. And fuck it, I didn’t want to do anything about it, I just wanted to feel his body next to mine, to be inside him and underneath him and on top of him. I wrapped my arms around his quivering frame and whispered in his ear.
“Wanna know why I was late getting here?”
“Why?”
“I had to go to the drug store and pick up a few things.” I licked his ear, then whispered again. “Time to make this fantasy come true.” I felt Joshua’s cock throb against my hip.
“What fantasy?”
“I’m gonna take you, right now, on that piano.” I said, then dropped to my knees in front of him. I kneaded the thick outline of his shaft through his pants, enjoying the wet spot that immediately formed.
“Oh my God, Serge, please lock... hell, I’ll be right back.” Joshua raced to the door and turned the deadbolt. When he turned to walk back, the first thing he did was lift his shirt over his head and throw it to the floor. Then, he strolled slowly and deliberately back in front of me and rubbed his erection.
Pushing his hands away, my hands gripped his waistband and pulled down. The top button popped off, and his thickness kept the pants from going any further. Groaning with frustration, I fumbled with the zipper until his cock finally sprang free.
I wrapped my hand around the root, my fingers unable to touch, then I gave it a firm squeeze, transfixed by the white drop of liquid that appeared at the tip. I glanced up at his face without moving my head. His full lips were pressed together, and his sparkling blue eyes were firmly shut. My tongue snaked out, tasting his salty liquid.
“Fuck me, Serge.” He moaned.
“Your wish is my command.” I whispered.
I took the head of his dick into my mouth, then placed one hand on his ass to hold him steady since he’d started swaying back and forth. God, Joshua tasted so good, plus his musky scent was driving me wild. Even better, the rehearsal room acoustics amplified our every sound, so each moan or groan became intensely erotic. My hand that was working the root of Joshua’s thick shaft took a detour down south and freed my aching dick. Damn, my cock was hungry, and it needed relief.
Joshua’s fingers wove themselves through my hair, and soon he was telling me exactly what he wanted.
“Open wider, yes, that’s it Serge, work my dick.” He commanded, then his hands pulled me forward until I felt his cock hit the back of my throat. For a moment the fear of choking passed through me. My heart raced, but then he held still, allowing my throat to get used to his size. My tongue explored his shaft while I calmed my anxious mind. A few moments passed, and then with another long groan Josh pressed more of his length into my mouth, filling me up until my nose hit the base of his shaft.
“Damn, Serge, no one has ever done that before.” He breathed. His grip on my hair loosened and I slowly pulled back until only his thick head remained in my mouth. I used this moment to catch my breath, then I placed my hands on his hips and pulled him forward until once again his magical cock was completely inside of me.
Seconds later I felt Joshua pull back, and then he grasped the sides of my head and yanked me off his cock.
“I was about to come, sorry, I…” He started, but in an instant my mouth was back on his shaft, craving his taste, wanting to feel him shoot his load down my throat. I wrapped my fingers around the base and worked it up and down while using my mouth on his head. A stream of pre-come covered my tongue, then I felt his hands on the side of my head pushing me off of him.
“Please, Serge, that feels amazing, but I need you inside me.” Joshua put his hands under my arms and pulled me to my feet. By this time my pants were bunching around my knees, so I kicked off my loafers and stepped out of them. Joshua fell to his knees and looked up expectantly. I rubbed the head of my dick against his lips. He teased me with his tongue, then finally his mouth opened and the first couple of inches slid inside. I groaned, then felt my knees buckle. Joshua’s hands grabbed my ass and held me in place while he continued to work the head of my shaft with his velvety tongue. Moments later I felt that familiar pressure building underneath my balls, and I knew if I didn’t stop him I’d be shooting my come down his throat instead of where I wanted to, his tight ass.
“Babe, you are too good at that.” I said, and gently pushed his face away from my dick. Joshua stood and covered my mouth with his. My lips opened and my cock throbbed when I tasted myself on his tongue. The feel of his stubble against the skin around my mouth contrasted perfectly with the softness of his full lips.
“God, you taste so good, Serge.” Joshua panted, then stepped back, holding me at arm’s length. Both of us were breathing heavily, then I remembered the bag of goodies I’d brought back from the drug store.
“Lean over that bench.” I ordered, and stepped aside. The plastic bag was on a chair a few feet away. I rifled through it and found the lube and condoms. When I turned around, I almost fell over at the sight of Joshua’s perfect round ass, his heavy cock swaying underneath it as he leaned over the piano bench.
“Jesus, I will never forget this as
long as I live.” I muttered. We’d have to start using another rehearsal room after today if we ever wanted to get any work done.
I poured the gel onto my cock, worked it in, then unrolled a rubber down my length. I got on my knees behind Joshua and slid a lubed finger inside of his hole. He hissed in response, his hips bucking the slightest bit while his hands gripped the sides of the wood to keep from falling. I heard a slight cracking sound and realized the bench would break from the fucking I was about to give him.
“Stand up.” I ordered. When he did, I leaned him over the piano then fisted his cock a few times with my lubed up hand. Joshua moaned, and goosebumps sprung up all over him. I licked the skin on his back and Joshua nearly lost his grip.
“I don’t know if I can hold myself up while you…”
“Do you want this?” I interrupted, then rubbed the head of my cock against his entrance. “Then you better hang on babe.” I pushed the head of my cock inside him, and at the same time I leaned over his back, attached my mouth to his neck and gently bit down.
“Oh Serge!” Joshua exclaimed. Every damn time I was with him something came over me, like I had to mark him so everyone would know he was mine and that they’d better stay the fuck away. I reached underneath him and felt his cock throb in the palm of my hand. Then I pushed forward more, allowing another inch or two to slide into his tight hot ass. Josh gasped, and once again without thought my mouth found his neck. We held still like that for a few moments, the only movement coming from his entrance squeezing my cock. I let go of his neck and muttered into his ear.
“God, the things I want to do to you Joshua.” I pushed a little bit more inside. “I want to defile you, rough, filthy and raw.” Another inch slid inside him, and a choking sound came out of his throat. “That’s how I will take you, then I’m going to kiss you and make everything better. Got it?”
“Yes, Serge, please, gimme more.” Joshua’s breaths grew shallow. My stomach was sticking to his back as our sweat mixed together. I licked the skin on the nape of his neck and pushed in a tiny bit more, just enough for him to feel it, but not enough to fill him to the hilt.
“You like my cock inside you, huh?” I pulled back what I had just given him. I pressed my ear against his sticky back and I both felt and heard his whimper of frustration. My cock ached, damn it, all I wanted to do was impale him, but I wanted him to really fucking want it. I wanted him to crave every damn inch of me.
“My dick is your crack, baby. I’m gonna make you an addict.” I pulled back a little more.
“Damn it Serge, why are you holding back. Take me now.” Joshua moaned.
“You getting greedy, babe?” I teased, then felt his chest heave, almost like a sob. I pulled my chest up until I was in a standing position, then I feathered my fingers down his sweat-soaked back. It pebbled up and his thin frame shivered. Then he made a sound I’d never heard from him before, a growl. Without even thinking about it, I grabbed his waist with my hands and slid my cock into him all the way. “You’re mine, Joshua.”
I pulled my cock all the way out and slammed it back in, and for a few seconds we were like rutting animals, lost in our passion. I needed to hear him say it, to confirm that what I was feeling was real, that he felt the same way.
“Tell me. Say it.” I demanded, then stop thrusting altogether. “Babe, I need to hear it from your lips. You’re mine, right?” I said, through heaving breaths.
“I’m yours, Serge, all yours. Nobody else's, only yours.” Joshua choked out. “Please, fuck me Serge, just take me now.”
That was all I needed to hear. “Yes.” I moaned, then started pistoning in and out of my man. “I’m going to learn all of your secrets, everything about you.” I said as I picked up speed, the piano starting to move beneath us. “I will figure out everything that makes you hot, makes you come, makes you fucking crazy.” With each thrust I held on to him tighter, and soon my lips were over his neck again. I sucked on his neck while my hips drove my cock deeper and deeper inside of him. Suddenly Joshua’s body froze in place and he cried out.
“Serge! I’m coming!”
His muscles contracted around my shaft, working their magic on it. That’s when I noticed his hands were on the piano, nothing touching his dick. The knowledge that he was coming without me or him touching his cock made me crazy, and I felt my orgasm barrelling up my shaft.
“Oh babe, fuck.” I snarled as I came inside of him. My body jolted against his, and it seemed to go on forever as our bodies heaved against the piano. Eventually I felt like I couldn’t stand any longer, that my jelly legs were going to collapse.
“I’m never going to walk right again.” Joshua muttered.
Those words hung in the air for a few seconds, then I felt the first giggle escape me.
“I’m, I’m sorry, babe.” Jesus, why was it every time we had sex I wanted to laugh? God, the freedom I felt every single time I touched his body made me downright giddy. Then I felt his chest move and realized I wasn’t the only one.
“Don’t be. Damn, Serge. You make me crazy, and I love it.”
My throat seized up at his words.
Fuck, if only the ‘it’ had been a ‘you’ instead.
19
Josh
“Long time no see, boss.” Luke said as I walked behind the counter at the coffee shop. “Everything going okay?”
“Wonderful, everything is wonderful.” I muttered, then grabbed a spare apron out of the tiny kitchen and tied it on. When I turned back to Luke, Sneaky was standing next to him with her arms crossed over her chest. At first I thought she was angry about something, but a few seconds later her stern look was replaced with a gleeful smile.
“Somebody looks tired, in a most refreshing way.” She bit her lower lip to keep from laughing. I grabbed a rag from the counter, twisted it up and threatened to snap it at her. She wanted to ask questions I was fairly sure I didn’t have answers for yet.
“No interrogations today.” I glanced over to the locked front door and saw a few people standing outside. “Plus, we have customers. Would you mind letting them in?”
Sneaky opened the shop and for the next two hours we were steady. I was grateful for the distraction of work, though I had to admit I was glad when Suzi came in for her shift. Although rehearsals for the symphony were only around four hours a day, the work was intense, creative, and draining. Though I missed Serge, I needed a little space to think about what was going on between the two of us.
I spent every waking moment either in his arms or at rehearsals. Plus, he’d asked for my help with some compositions he was working on, so our private rehearsals were actually spent on music. We’d abandoned using Rehearsal Room D for now. Whenever I’d pass it in the hallway at work, my dick would twitch. There was no way any real work could ever take place there now.
Also, I hadn’t been getting much sleep, for good reasons. Serge and I had spent every night together until Friday, so I’d spent last night alone. He was in Norfolk with the opera director, and wouldn’t be home again until Sunday afternoon. The first opera of the season was being performed in two weeks at the Harrison Opera House, so they were preparing for that. This was only a glimpse into my future, because in two weeks the opera and symphony seasons would start, and I’d be traveling an awful lot over the next few months. With Serge, thankfully.
We’d only been apart for one night and I already missed him. It was crazy. I’d spent most of my life content to sleep alone, but now that had completely changed. The other side of the bed felt cold without him there.
Serge had slept a couple of nights in my little apartment over the coffee shop, and it surprised me when Sneaky hadn’t spoken to either of us to find out what was going on. She’d seen him coming down my stairs on both occasions, but hadn’t said more than a good morning to him or me. I had a feeling today would be the day of reckoning. Seconds later, I saw that not only was she going to give me the third degree, she’d brought in reinforcements.
I’d just
sat down in a booth when the door to the shop opened and in walked trouble. Michael, Spencer, Erik and Kent waved at me then got in line for coffee. Sneaky grabbed a cup and followed along behind them, and soon the six of us were squeezed in together. There was no escaping it. After a minute or two of awkward silence, the proverbial spotlight was focused squarely on me.
“So, my nosy sister Sneaky told me you were fucking the mean dude on the sixth floor.” Michael said, then Spencer elbowed him in his ribs. “What? That’s why we’re here, right?”
“You could be a little more subtle.” Spencer murmured, then turned to me. “How are things going? None of us have seen or talked to you in a while, so we were just making sure you were okay.”
Every eye was focused on me. I felt myself turning bright red and then my phone pinged. Glancing down I saw it was a message from Serge.
“It’s from him, isn’t it?” Kent said. “The message I mean. Your eyes just got huge and if you were any redder, I’d be worried you were going to have a stroke or something.” Of course, Kent was right. Damn it, what was it about my friends? It seemed they’d only be happy if I was married like the rest of them.
“What is it with you guys, jeez.” I took another sip of coffee and looked up to see them all staring at me.
“Fine. Yes, Michael, I am fucking the mean dude on the sixth floor. Oh, and thanks for your concern Dr. King, but I’m not having a stroke, I’m just embarrassed to be talking about my personal life so openly. I mean, c’mon guys. You know I will tell you any and everything. But it’s happened so fast. I still don’t know what to make of it myself.” The words tumbled out of my mouth in a flurry, then I felt myself sinking into my seat. What made this even more bizarre was that I’d done this to other friends before, wanting to get the dirt on their love lives. I’d never thought anyone would ever be interested in mine.
Being on the receiving end really sucked.
“Is he good in bed?” Sneaky giggled. “You guys,” she said, addressing our friends, “Josh has been walking funny all week long, I swear. Oh, and that mean guy hasn’t been nearly as mean. Like, he actually smiles now.”