Deathtrap

by L. M. Somerton

“We need to celebrate,” Orlando suggested.

  “Break out the grill,” Teddy said. “Steaks and beer out back this evening, then on to The Scourge for some action.”

  “Deal. I’m gonna leave you guys to set up. The brat and I are gonna get some air,” Rogue said.

  “We are?” Orlando squeaked.

  “We are. Get some boots on.”

  Orlando dashed for the bedroom.

  “That’s the quickest I’ve ever seen him move,” Hatchet noted.

  Rogue grinned. “He won’t be moving that fast by the time I’m finished with him.”

  * * * *

  With Orlando clinging to his back like a human limpet, Rogue rode hard down the highway, turning along a narrow road then off on an even smaller track. The terrain gradually climbed until the road came to an end in a small parking lot. Rogue waited while Orlando dismounted before swinging his leg over the bike. He took off his helmet and heavy jacket then laid them across the saddle. Orlando copied his example and stood quietly to one side.

  The view stretched out in front of them was spectacular. The sun had started to dip and the desert landscape looked as if it had been painted with sweeping brush strokes in every shade of orange and red.

  “I come here when I need to think,” Rogue said. “It helps to remind me how small I am in the scheme of things.”

  “It’s beautiful.” Orlando drew close to his side.

  They stood together in silence for a while. Rogue’s heart pounded. Orlando’s proximity made him hard as iron.

  “I’m not often afraid, but the thought of losing you terrified me.” Rogue took a shaky breath. Talking about his feelings was about as comfortable as sitting on a cactus.

  “I’m sorry,” Orlando said quietly. “I never apologized properly for causing so much trouble.”

  “Well…maybe you weren’t the only one to blame. I should have recognized how stir-crazy you were getting.” He paused. “I’m not good at facing my faults. Sometimes things I’ve done make it hard to look at my own reflection.” Rogue stared at the fire-streaked sky. “You flame like the sun, Orlando. You’re a bright spark in my darkness. From the moment we met, we were as inevitable as this sunset and just as unstoppable.”

  Orlando’s crystal blue eyes widened and glistened. “You can speak real pretty when you want to.”

  “I wish I could take you and ride into that sunset, but I can’t,” Rogue said.

  “Then you’ll have to settle for just taking me, then.”

  Orlando tugged at the hem of Rogue’s shirt and stripped it from him. He ran his fingers over the intricate dragon tattoo that covered Rogue’s back in a violent riot of color. He traced the recent knife wounds on Rogue’s arms.

  “You bled for me.”

  Rogue turned and pulled Orlando into his arms.

  “And I’d do it again, without hesitation. You’re my weakness, Orlando. I’ll do anything to keep you safe.”

  “Just know that every wound you take cuts me just as deep.” Orlando looked up at Rogue through his lashes. “You’re a bastard…but I love you.”

  “Yeah?” Rogue brushed a tear from Orlando’s smooth cheek. “You’re likely going to put me in an early grave… Love, for fuck’s sake. Never thought I’d feel this way.”

  “You don’t have to say it… Show me.”

  Orlando pulled away and stripped out of his clothes until he stood there, naked as the day he was born. The setting sun turned his pale skin gold. His rigid cock rose proud from his body and he palmed it, sinking his teeth into his lower lip with a moan.

  “Fuck!” Rogue bent Orlando over the seat of his Harley and gave his ass a couple of firm spanks. “You’re plugged. Unbelievable. You actually obeyed an order for once.” He pulled a condom from his back pocket then released his aching dick from his leathers. He gloved up swiftly.

  “Always be plugged and ready. That’s what you said. I do what I’m told… When it suits me, Sir.”

  Rogue growled and rotated the plug, easing it clear. He tossed it aside and lined up his cock. “Gonna fill you good.”

  “Please…” Orlando whimpered.

  “Come over the bike and I’ll make you stay home while we go to The Scourge tonight.”

  “Not fair!”

  Orlando yelped when Rogue drove deep inside him. Rogue grabbed his sub’s wrists and held them together behind Orlando’s back. He jacked his hips, pounding Orlando’s ass, fucking away days of stress.

  “Tight but slick, just the way you should be.”

  He lost himself in the heat of the moment. Amber and gold glinted from the reflective surfaces of the bike, adding to the explosion of light in his eyes as he came. Legs shaking, he dropped to his knees and turned Orlando around. Salt-sweet flavor burst across his tongue as Rogue took Orlando’s cock into his mouth. He barely had time to get a good taste before Orlando yelled and came in a couple of hard bursts. Rogue swallowed, taking Orlando’s essence into his body. He licked him clean then rose to his full height and pulled Orlando in for a hard kiss.

  “Can you taste yourself on me?” Rogue didn’t give Orlando a chance to answer. He took a firm grip of his lover’s ass and kissed the breath out of him. When Orlando finally went limp in his arms, Rogue turned him around and held him so that they could both watch the final ragged disc of red descend below the horizon.

  “If you love me, it’ll rise again in the morning,” Orlando whispered.

  Rogue smiled, safe in the knowledge that Orlando couldn’t see his expression. “Not much doubt about it then, is there?”

  No doubt at all.

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  What’s his Passion?: Testing Lysander

  L.M. Somerton

  Excerpt

  Chapter One

  “Kyle?”

  “Yes, Lysander.”

  “You have two fingers in my ass. Are you going to do something with them or do you have a sudden case of digit paralysis? And call me Brock, for fuck’s sake!”

  Kyle gave an exaggerated sigh of patience. “Do you have somewhere else to be?”

  “I… Oh!” Brock made a sweet little squeaking sound.

  Kyle pressed the bundle of nerves inside his lover’s body that let him exert control with just a touch.

  “You have a lot to learn,” he said. “This seems to be an opportune moment for your first lesson.” Kyle stroked the silky inner walls of Brock’s channel, stretching him fractionally.

  “You have got to be kidding me!” Brock squirmed. “Are you trying to make me hate you?”

  “Stop trying to take more than I’m prepared to give you. Be still.” Kyle put just enough force into his voice to alter his words from suggestion to command. Brock stopped moving instantly.

  So beautifully receptive. Ripe to be taught and molded. He has the potential to be the perfect submissive. Kyle continued to move his fingers, enjoying Brock’s inner heat and his quiet, needy whimpers. “That’s much better. It’s good to see that you’re not untrainable.”

  Kyle ignored Brock’s snort of indignation and took the opportunity to give him a thorough examination. Brock’s slender form was stretched down the center of the bed while Kyle lay, propped on one elbow, next to him. A pillow beneath Brock’s hips tilted his pelvis, allowing Kyle easy access to his ass. Brock’s dick pointed toward the ceiling, lewdly displayed by his position. His legs, dusted with a fine covering of golden hair, were spread wide, his knees slightly bent. Kyle had arranged those limbs a little earlier, using gentle nudges of encouragement to get Brock into exactly the position he wanted.

  He has the legs of a climber. Kyle admired the lean muscle that plumped Brock’s calves and thighs. Strength was apparent in every gentle swell and curve. His feet and ankles were slender, almost delicate, and a virtually imperceptible twitch pulsed in the smooth arch of his instep, betraying his arousal. Kyle grinned and scissored his fingers. Brock’s toes curled and his hips lifted a fraction.

  “Please…”
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br />   “All in good time. Begging won’t do you any good. You need to learn patience.” Kyle shifted his gaze to Brock’s rigid shaft. The head gleamed with pre-cum, the tiny slit glinting with promise. Kyle dipped his head and took a taste. Just one flick of his tongue and Brock’s salt-sweet flavor exploded across his taste buds. He hummed his pleasure. “You taste delicious.”

  Brock’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, his teeth digging deeply into his swollen lower lip.

  “Open your eyes. Look at me,” Kyle ordered.

  Glints of blue appeared beneath a shield of golden lashes. Content that Brock was paying appropriate attention, Kyle went back to admiring his prize. A pair of smooth, plump balls tempted Kyle to squeeze them but he resisted. There was plenty of time to play. The hairless sacs looked flushed with heat, the skin stretched taut. He liked the bare skin. The hair at Brock’s groin was cropped short but eventually it would have to go. Kyle’s fingers twitched as he imagined taking a razor to the golden strands. He’d slipped into a daydream and forgotten momentarily where his fingers were. Brock moaned and bucked. Kyle shook himself out of his mental meandering and chuckled.

  “Time for three, I think.” He withdrew his fingers and applied a fresh coating of shiny lube. Brock’s body sucked him in greedily as he pressed three fingers forward. “So needy. So hot and tight.” Brock’s abs rippled as he sucked in a deep breath. Kyle leaned down and licked a damp trail from Brock’s belly button all the way to one sharply peaked nipple. He bit down firmly.

  “Fuck! Kyle… You can’t… I’m going to come!”

  Kyle bathed the imprints left by his teeth with his tongue, soothing the redness. “Not until I say you can.” He withdrew his fingers from Brock’s grasping channel and quickly gloved his cock, adding more slick. He knelt between the V of Brock’s legs and hoisted one of them onto his shoulder, twisting Brock’s body slightly to the side. His penetration was swift and assured. He thrust deep, then paused. Brock looked almost feverish. His eyes were bright, his cheeks flushed pink. His tousled blond hair spread across the pillow in a wild tangle of strands. The tip of his tongue peeked from between parted lips.

  “Hard! Want it rough…” Brock cried out.

  Kyle didn’t have a problem with that request. He put all his focus into the snap of his hips. Brock’s position allowed Kyle to drive deep, pegging his lover’s gland with every thrust. Brock gasped and clawed at the sheets. With every ounce of willpower he possessed, Kyle held back his own release as long as he could but the pressure as Brock’s inner muscles squeezed his cock soon became too much to bear. The fiery burn of orgasm flooded his body and he came with a triumphant yell.

  “Please, please, please…”

  Brock’s desperate begging brought Kyle back to reality. He grasped Brock’s slender dick and gave it a couple of rough, clumsy jerks. The lack of finesse didn’t matter. Brock shot into his hand with an anguished moan.

  Kyle’s arms shook as he held his weight away from Brock and took a few panting deep breaths. Carefully he withdrew from Brock’s body and lowered his lover’s leg to the bed. He rolled to one side and collapsed gratefully.

  “We need to pack plenty of lube for the trip,” he mused.

  “Don’t you think we’re going to have other things on our minds than sex? You know…ruthless terrorists, risk of death…” Brock’s laugh sounded a little hysterical.

  “Plenty of sex is essential. It’ll ease the stress. It’s a requirement of the mission. Did I not mention that?”

  “No you didn’t.” Brock yanked the crushed pillow from beneath his hips and tossed it onto the floor.

  “It’s in the small print, alongside the line that says you have to do as you’re told.” Kyle stretched, enjoying the burn of well-worked muscles. “Now, much as I’d like to keep you tied to my bed for the rest of the day, we really need to get up. There’s a lot of planning to get done.”

  Brock shrugged. “Well, you keep telling me that you’re in charge… I think you should take the lead and warm up the shower.” He rolled onto his stomach and rested his head on his folded arms.

  Kyle couldn’t resist. Brock’s smooth ass practically yelled ‘Spank me!’ He planted a couple of smacks across the curve of rounded cheeks and laughed at Brock’s offended yelp.

  “There’s room in the shower for both of us. I’ll even let you scrub my back if you’re good.”

  “If I’m good?” Brock protested. “You’re the one leading me astray.”

  Kyle grabbed an ankle and yanked Brock to the edge of the bed. “Get up, or I may be tempted to tow you to the bathroom by your dick.”

  “All right, all right! I’m coming.”

  “Well, you will be soon enough. Get that pretty pink behind into the bathroom. I’m feeling the urge to taste you again.”

  That got Brock moving. He scrambled off the bed and ran the few paces across the landing to the bathroom. By the time Kyle caught up to him, the water was running and Brock’s gorgeous body was beneath the spray. For a moment Kyle just stood and watched as Brock ran his hands through his wet hair. A little pang of self-doubt squeezed Kyle’s heart. Brock was gorgeous. He could have any man he wanted. Why the hell would he fall for a scarred, possessive bastard like me? Maybe his responses, which seemed so unstudied and natural, were just a reaction to an extreme situation. It wasn’t as if they’d just met in a bar or at a dinner party. Kyle had invaded Brock’s home, tied him to a chair and threatened his family. He’d forced him to go through a risky test of his abilities and he’d gotten hurt as a result. Kyle could clearly see the tracks of nasty cuts that marred the pristine skin of Brock’s arm and thigh, left there by the British Army’s brutal barbed wire.

  “Aren’t you coming in?” Brock asked.

  Kyle looked into Brock’s clear blue eyes and saw no doubt. He allowed himself a little hope. Happy ever after wasn’t on the cards for him but maybe happy for now was good enough for a while and if—when this whole affair was over—Brock ran for the hills… Well, Kyle wouldn’t blame him. He stepped into the shower and gripped Brock’s hips, pulling him close to his body. Brock came willingly, pressing against him. Kyle couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so close to another human being, let alone a man as desirable as Brock. He dropped to his knees and caught the shiny droplet of water hanging from the end of Brock’s dick with his tongue. Without hesitation, carefully covering his teeth with his lips, he took Brock’s length into his mouth.

  “Oh God!” Brock staggered a little and balanced himself by leaning back against the tiles.

  Kyle kept a firm hold of Brock’s hips, holding him in place. Kyle might’ve been the one on his knees but he still controlled the situation. He sucked long and hard, relishing the clean, salty taste of Brock’s skin. Determined not to gag, he paced himself, taking Brock a little deeper, sucking and swirling his tongue in lazy circles. Under Kyle’s ministrations, Brock’s half-hard dick gradually stiffened once more. Through the pounding water, Kyle could hear Brock’s sweet moans. Beneath his fingertips, Brock’s muscles quivered. Kyle would have stayed there, quite happily, for some time but Brock tugged on his hair.

  “Have to come… Please…”

  Kyle grinned around his mouth full of cock. He dipped his head and the blunt crown of Brock’s dick hit the back of his throat. He swallowed. Brock gasped and came with a hot gush into Kyle’s mouth. Kyle swallowed again and again, milking Brock dry, catching every drop of his lover’s warm seed. Only when Kyle was certain that Brock was utterly sated did he let Brock’s now-drooping penis slip from between his lips. He gave the tip one last kiss then got to his feet. Brock immediately fell into his arms.

  “Legs don’t work… You’ve turned me to jelly.”

  “Good. That was the general idea. I must have done something right.” Kyle chuckled. He held Brock up with an arm around his waist and used his free hand to squeeze some gel from the bottle hanging from the shower rail. The scent of lemons replaced the aroma of fresh cum. Kyle soaped Brock down,
paying careful attention to his pretty cock and balls. Brock groaned pitifully.

  “Stop! It’s so sensitive down there. You’ll get me hard again…”

  “Why would that be a problem? Anyway, it’s my go. Getting you off has made my dick jealous.”

  “I’m impressed by your recovery time,” Brock said. “For an old guy, you have considerable stamina.”

  “I’m not that much older than you, cheeky brat.” Kyle moaned as Brock gave his burgeoning erection a few lazy strokes before palming his balls and giving them a gentle squeeze.

  “Let me help you along a bit.” Brock rubbed the sensitive skin behind Kyle’s sac.

  Kyle groped for the waterproof lube and a foil-wrapped condom. “Can you open this?” He pushed the little square package into Brock’s hand. There was some cursing as Brock fought the slippery foil, but then the rubber was free and Brock managed to roll it onto Kyle’s erection on only the third attempt.

  “We need to get tested. Want you in me without the barrier,” Brock muttered. “It’ll feel amazing. I know it will, and it’ll be a damn sight less frustrating than grappling with condoms.”

  For a few seconds, Kyle couldn’t move. He’d never barebacked with anyone. That Brock wanted to take that step with him meant everything. All the connotations of trust, monogamy and commitment flashed through his mind. His need to fill his lover became desperate. Clumsily he got the cap off the lube and managed to squeeze a dollop into his hand before dropping the tube into the shower tray.

  “That’s going to go everywhere…” Brock commented.

  “So long as it gets to the important places,” Kyle said roughly. He slicked his cock and swiveled Brock in his arms. “Not too sore for this, are you?” The need to take care of Brock overrode even Kyle’s desperate urge to claim him again. Brock’s garbled response was unintelligible but he shook his head, sending droplets of warm water flying everywhere. Kyle got the message loud and clear.

  Penetration was smooth and easy as Brock’s body welcomed him.