by Willa Okati
When the moment ended, Christian moved out of Ewan’s arms. The other man looked faintly flushed, but he was grinning. “Okay, Chris. Christian. Hey, can I call you Chris?”
“You can call me anything you want,” Christian replied automatically, but despite his demeanor his heart was pounding and his breath was short in his chest. “Chris is fine.”
“Hey, great. I like a nickname. Kinda makes me feel like we’re buddies, right?” Ewan beamed at Christian, then reached into his pocket and felt around. Christian heard the jingling of coins against coins, and then a duller clink. “Yeah, right here, got it.” Ewan fished out a key. It looked like one of the old-fashioned kind, the ones you saw in houses built around the turn of the century. Small in size, but definitely old. “You ready, Chris?”
Christian licked his lips. “As I’ll ever be.” Come on, don’t lose your nerve now. It doesn’t matter if he’s a really good kisser or a genuinely nice guy. You can’t let any of that get to you. Just ... do your job, and then go home.
Ewan didn’t seem to notice any of Christian’s inner turmoil. Christian found himself glad for the poker/sex kitten face he’d developed for the stage, eyes half-lowered and mouth pouting. Ewan gave him a grin, then turned to the service door. He swung the knob plate out of the way, revealing an old keyhole underneath. He fitted his key into the lock and pushed the door open.
“Welcome to my home,” he said with no small amount of pride.
Christian’s eyes flew open wide.
Walking in, he stared around himself. He was in ... a cave. Yes, definitely a cave. But there weren’t any caves below Charleston. Had this one been blasted or carved out of the rock? No stalactites or stalagmites, no dripping water. Definitely a home made out of stone, underground.
That wasn’t the big surprise, though. No, what really got Christian to gawking was the array of technological gizmos and gadgets lining the rough rock walls and arranged in rows on low tables. “What the ...” he murmured, running his tongue across his lips. “Where did you get all of this?”
“Bought it.” Ewan looked askance at Christian. “I got money. I mean, just because I live down here doesn’t mean I’m a bum, ya know?”
So he’s eccentric. Okay, I can deal. Christian ran his hand along a row of PDAs that were linked together by some kind of elaborate cable system, and shook his head. “What does all of this do?”
“Keeps tabs on news all around the globe. They’re tapped into a satellite system. Anything big comes up, like an earthquake or something, they go off.” Ewan looked proud. “And, hey, over here. These TVs? They’re surveillance cameras. Show me the whole park if I wanted.” He colored. “And other places. Just depends on where you point the lens and how you magnify it. Yeah.”
“I see.” Christian deliberately wrenched himself away from the display, forced himself to stop boggling at Ewan’s weirdness, and forced himself to think of the whole nine yards as a charming quirk. He began his approach, hips swiveling gently.
Ewan swallowed. “Hey, I’m no dummy. I know what you want, and what the hell, I want it, too. But I don’t wanna take advantage of ya. And it’s kinda soon, don’t you think?”
“Not too soon for me.” Christian was getting tired of this approach-retreat thing. He quickly eyeballed the room and found what he thought was a bed underneath a pile of science magazines. Sweeping the glossy pages off, he found a clean blanket and a soft mattress underneath. He regarded it with pleasure. “I know what I’m here for.”
“Hey, Chris, treat the magazines ... aw, hell.” Ewan’s voice died away as Christian stripped off his sleeveless T-shirt. Christian turned coyly, fingering his own nipples until they stood up in tight nubs. He would have thought it impossible, but he was turning himself on; his cock started to tingle.
“Don’t you want me?” he asked in a husky, dusky voice. “Come and get me.”
Ewan gulped hard. “Aw, Chris. I was gonna take care of you, man.”
Christian’s hands hovered over his zipper. “I know how I want you to pay attention to me.” He undid the top button. “Don’t you want this, too?”
“Hell, Chris,” Ewan said roughly, then crossed the space between them and caught Christian up in a hard, masculine embrace. He held Christian tight in a way that suggested he wasn’t going to let go anytime soon, and leaned down to capture Christian’s mouth.
Finally. Now we’re getting somewhere. Oh, God, he can kiss.
Christian felt dizzy as Ewan plundered his mouth, seeming to want to taste him in every corner. He wasn’t sloppy or slobbery, just very thorough, and totally in command. The sensation of being helpless, not calling the shots, made Christian’s knees go weak.
“Hey. Hey, here. Sit down.” Ewan parted their lips long enough to ease Christian down onto the mattress. He followed close behind, sitting at Christian’s side, then, after half a second, grabbing him for another embrace. Christian let himself be manhandled, loving the feeling of Ewan’s broad, tough fingers running down his bare skin.
He began to lean backward, trying to find himself a comfortable resting place on the bed. Ewan followed, guiding Christian down and coming along for the ride. He plucked at Christian’s zipper. “This okay?” he asked against Christian’s mouth, the words tickling and tingling.
“Very okay,” Christian replied between kisses, arching up into Ewan’s hand. God, what was with him? He never got so much as a hard-on with any of the customers at the Pleasure Palace. Now, he could feel himself growing erect, his balls starting up a low, pleasurable ache. He rocked harder against Ewan, wanting more pressure, more touching, just more.
He realized he was giddy. I sing because I’m happy. I sing because I’m free. Liam’s eye is on the sparrow ... and he’s not watching me. Christian giggled as Ewan pressed down, groping him. Ewan laughed in return, his eyes sparkling. Christian knew he wouldn’t get the joke, but what did it matter?
Besides, there were so many other important things to focus on. Ewan was drawing down his zipper, running his fingers reverently over Christian’s stiffening cock in his fitted jockey shorts. Christian thanked God he had worn a good, almost-new pair that night. Moaning, he arched up into Ewan’s touch, shameless, and not regretting it for a second.
Is this what it feels like to let go at last?
Ewan jerked away into a kneeling position, and started to lower Christian’s jeans. They were too tight to move easily. Ewan burst into chuckles again as he tugged and yanked, sometimes shifting Christian along as well. Christian couldn’t help laughing himself, and gave Ewan a push. “Let me do this. I know how.” He licked his lips. “You undress for me. I want to see what’s underneath those clothes.”
“Oh. Oh, yeah? Really?” Ewan went pink, but stood up. He reached for the hem of his sweatshirt, then hesitated. “Hey, you first, okay? Please?”
Christian nodded. Yes. Affirmative. Definitely. The words flooded into his mind, but they didn’t have a bitter taste. They were light and bubbly, like champagne in his mind. Not bothering to hide his grin, he pushed the jeans down and kicked them off, following up by a quick peek-and-tease with his jockey shorts.
“Come on, man, you’re slayin’ me here.”
Christian giggled. He eased the shorts down, his cock springing free. He looked up at Ewan as his dick was revealed, hoping for some kind of reaction.
He got one, and in spades. “Oh, hell. Christian ... Chris. Christ, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous. And you came home with me? Damn. Okay. Okay. Just -- you lie there, all right? I’m just gonna --” He tugged at his sweatshirt, lifting it over his head. Christian raised an eyebrow. Why did Ewan wear baggy things? His chest was pretty cut, with defined abs and a hard, flat stomach.
Mouthwatering. Christian lay back and began to touch himself, unable to stop once the idea entered his head, running his hand up and down his shaft, pausing to circle the head for a bit of lubrication, then stroking again.
Ewan gave a breathless chortle. “You keep on doin’ that, and it’ll b
e all she wrote.”
Christian gave him what he hoped was his best wicked, come-hither look. “Finish getting undressed, and you can do this yourself.”
“You’re gonna kill me,” Ewan shot back, but quickly undid the button-fly on his own jeans. He got them down and tossed them out of the way, the denim winging through the air to hit a computer chair on the other side of the cave. He stood, kind of shy but completely adorable, revealing a cock the approximate size of a freakin’ cudgel. Christian’s eyes widened, his stare taking in the appendage.
“Holy shit,” he whispered. “Are you for real?” He reached out, but couldn’t go far enough. “Bring that down here. I want to touch you.”
Ewan was already halfway there. He pressed another bruising kiss to Christian’s lips, pushing him into the mattress, which was surprisingly soft. Once they were lying down, side to side, Ewan put his hard hand on Christian’s cock and guided Christian’s fingers to his own member. “Like this,” he said breathlessly. “This all right?”
Christian ran his fingers over Ewan’s cock in amazement. Eight inches long and so wide that he couldn’t close his fingers around the diameter. He’d never seen one this big and could already feel an ache to have that monster inside him, plunging in and out. “Oh, yeah,” he breathed. “Please tell me you have lubricant.”
“You’re a bottom?” Ewan sounded thrilled. “Me, I switch but, God ...” He cupped, then squeezed Christian’s ass. “I’ve wanted inside this tight little ass since I first saw it shaking on the dance floor.”
“And now it’s all yours.” Christian arched as Ewan’s way-too-talented fingers pressed and squeezed his cock, maneuvering exactly right, touching him in a way that had to be calculated to drive him insane. “Just ... fuck ... hurry. Please, hurry.”
“Such a rush.” Ewan sounded breathless. “Where’s the fire?”
“In me. I don’t think I can last.” Christian rocked into Ewan’s touch, surprised to discover that it was true. He was young and he hadn’t gotten off for a few days -- too tired, too stressed, too busy -- take a pick. It startled him to be so aroused, especially under the circumstances, but maybe they could go twice. Value for the money, he thought.
Then Ewan slid a finger between the crease of his ass, and Christian thought, Fuck the money. No, fuck Ewan. Or be fucked by him. Now, please?
“Lube,” Ewan said suddenly. “I’m dry. Don’t wanna hurt you.” He fumbled underneath the spill of magazines, cursing when they skittered out of his grasp, and finally came up with a bottle of lotion. “This do for ya? It’s hypoallergen-- God.” Christian had signified his approval by fingering the head of Ewan’s cock, pressing a nail against his slit. “Okay, guess so.”
A few pumps of the bottle and Ewan had a handful of the lotion. He slathered it over his cock, leaving it gleaming. Christian couldn’t help touching Ewan, sliding his hand up and down the slickness, aching to have it buried inside him.
“Now,” he whispered. “Please, now.” Christian started to roll over onto his stomach, but Ewan stopped him with a slippery hand.
“Hey, wait, no. You mind bein’ on your back? I kinda want to see your face when we, you know.” He went mottled. “God, I still can’t believe my luck.”
“Believe it.” Christian rolled over to where he’d started, then onto his back. Gazing up at Ewan, he asked, “Will you take the glasses off?”
“Nah. Can’t see you, then. And I gotta see you, Chris. Need to watch your face when I push inside.” Ewan ran a finger down Christian’s chest. “Can you lift your legs? I don’t wanna slip and drop you. And I gotta get more lotion.” He sat up so that he was braced on his knees, cock jutting upward. “Please, Chris. Gotta fuck you. Need ta do it now.”
Christian knew how to do this. He raised his legs, slipping one over Ewan’s shoulder and winding the other around his waist, hugging him for a moment before tipping himself all the way onto his shoulder blades.
The urge was too great. Christian gave in to the pulse of blood pounding in his ears, his heart, and his cock, and let himself be washed away. Just for a minute, he told himself, I’ll pretend that this is where I wanted to be all along. With a cute guy I picked up at Amour Magique, a good -- no, great -- dancer. Someone to be with instead of someone who’ll pay my rent. I can just let myself imagine because it feels so damn good.
Thing was, Christian was starting to feel less and less like this was pretend. He had a genuine hunger for Ewan’s cock, that stony-hard member, and was burning to get it inside him. He hadn’t looked forward to sex in over a year, and now he couldn’t wait. Grasping at Ewan’s arms with hard hands, he told the man so without using any words.
“Condom first.” Ewan reached underneath the mattress and withdrew a box that was pretty squashed, but the foil packet he pulled out was intact. Christian kind of wanted to put it on him, but Ewan was too fast. “Gotta keep you safe,” he whispered.
Christian closed his eyes in brief thanks. Sometimes guys tried to refuse the rubber. But, now, they were playing like they should. Points to Ewan. All the same ... “Hurry up,” he begged.
Ewan nodded jerkily. “Almost there, Chris. Just gotta take care of you first.” Christian heard the pump-pump of the lotion bottle, then cool fingers were stroking at his hole, rubbing the slippery substance in and pressing down with a finger.
A too-cautious finger. Christian felt himself flush with shame. “I don’t-don’t need a lot of preparation,” he said, somehow reluctant to let Ewan know as much. “Just go ahead. I can take you.”
“Chris, I’m pretty big. Not to brag or anythin’, but --”
“Go on,” Christian insisted, tugging Ewan closer with his legs. “Fuck me.”
Ewan looked doubtful, but pressed the tip of his cock against Christian’s ass. Christian breathed out and let his body relax, opening up to let Ewan inside. He could feel himself flutter and pulse wide, then shut, then wide again. “Hurry.”
“I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“Swear to God, you won’t.” Christian tossed his head to get wisps of hair out of his eyes. “Please, just do it. Do it now.”
Ewan pushed forward an inch. Christian gasped as he was breached. Oh, God, Ewan hadn’t been kidding. Big as he looked, he felt even larger. He was enough to make Christian burn with a brief flare of pain, but once the head was in Christian fought down the urge to draw back and bore down. “All the way,” he ordered in a rough whisper. “I can take you.”
Ewan gave a despairing groan and slid forward. It was a smooth, slick glide until he was balls deep, his sac pressed against Christian’s entrance. He stopped for a moment, panting, his hands grasping Christian’s thighs. “You feel like heaven,” he said, his voice choppy. “Hang on tight. It’s been a while, but I don’t wanna stop now. Wanna fuck you so bad.”
“Then fuck me real bad.” Christian fisted his hands in the blanket. “Come on and get some.”
“The way you talk --” Ewan withdrew, then pushed forward again. His lips parted, but no words came out. He thrust again, dragging on the backstroke, doing this so very right that Christian became frantic again, rocking forward to keep that cock in him as long as possible.
How long they went on, Christian didn’t know. Time seemed to stop, punctuated only by harsh gasps and the slick sound of flesh smacking against flesh. Groans and half-formed words bubbled out of both. The air smelled like sex and stone, and when Christian had to open his mouth to breathe, he tasted the tang of electricity and the sparkle of quartz. Ewan’s cock inside him felt like a rod of iron sliding in and out, pushing him hard into the mattress. Christian hung on for dear life, gripping with his legs and pummeling the bed with his fists.
Then, even though Ewan hadn’t touched his cock, Christian began to feel an orgasm building fast within him. As soon as the knowledge dawned on him, it began to rocket up and out, leaving him with only a second to gasp a warning before he was spurting come out between their bodies, warm wet stripes landing on his stomach.
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nbsp; Ewan made the noise of a man being tortured to death with pleasure, and snapped his hips forward. He let out a roar, one that almost seemed to shake the walls of the cave. Christian clung tightly as he felt the condom filling with pulse after pulse of hot seed, the thump of the blood rushing through Ewan’s body, and the rasping of his breath.
Ewan began to shake as he stopped coming. “God,” he chanted, over and over and over again. “Oh, God, Christian, God, God, God ...”
“Hey, easy.” Christian drew back so that Ewan could ease out, then slowly lowered his legs to Ewan’s sides. Reaching up, he tugged Ewan’s trembling body down against him, holding him close as his lover shuddered. “It’ll be all right,” he soothed, rubbing circles on Ewan’s sweat-dampened back. “Everything’s fine.”
“Nah, everything’s already fine.” Ewan’s shoulders hitched. “I just can’t believe it, that’s all. You came for me. I was -- and you -- oh, God. Oh, God.”
“Shh.” Christian petted Ewan, keeping him close. He could feel the beat of Ewan’s heart against his own.
It seemed kind of ... slow.
“Hey, are you feeling okay?” Christian drew back enough to ask. “Your heart ...”
“Don’t worry. I’m fine.” Ewan drew in a deep breath of air. “Just coming down is all. You know how to drive a man crazy, Christian. I mean, I went to that bar tonight, thinkin’ I’d just take in the sights. I’d heard of it before. But then I recognized you -- you’re so much better-looking without all that paint on -- and I thought, fuck, I gotta see if there’s any chance. I didn’t think I had a prayer, but here you are, and here I am, and, oh, God ...”
Christian let himself relax, hoping Ewan would follow suit. Slowly, the pale man began to ease up, his muscles losing their tension until he was slumped on top of Christian.