by Kallysten
"I thought you said you weren't thinking of—"
Brett pushed a single finger in, and Leo let out a strangled noise.
"Weren't thinking of fucking me,” he finished.
His mind almost white with lust now but clinging to the need to make this good for Leo, Brett pulled out, then pressed in two more fingers, curling his fingers and reaching for the spot that would make his lover writhe. Only then did he reply, almost breathless in his need.
"You can thank Lisa for the lube. And the bike. And while you're at it..."
Withdrawing his fingers, he smeared what was left of the lube onto his cock and aligned it with Leo's hole. He forced himself to push in slowly, but did not stop until he was entirely engulfed.
"While you're at it,” he repeated, leaning down to press his lips against Leo's back, “thank her for me. For bringing you into my life."
Unable to remain still a second longer, Brett pulled back, almost all the way out. The friction felt incredible; it was as though Leo's body didn't want to let him go. His fingers tightened over Leo's hips. When he thrust back in again, just as slowly as before, Leo groaned.
"Faster! You're killing me, here!"
Brett gritted his teeth and bit back the admission that “faster” might just mean “over in a flash". His next thrusts were quicker, but shallower. Leo started bucking beneath him, encouraging him, pushing back when he was sliding in, accentuating the sensations. As he increased his pace, Brett kept his eyes open wide, unwilling to lose even a second of this. In the light of the moon, Leo's body seemed even paler than usual, like cream silk. Brett's right hand let go of its tight hold and started running up and down the supple spine, across those strong shoulders and finally down over his sides, toward flat abs that twitched under his fingers and a hard cock that fit just right in his fist. The position reaching over left him in, leaning more heavily against Leo, wasn't very comfortable—not all that stable either, as the bike started rocking slightly with each of his movements—but judging by Leo's harsh panting, how hard his cock was in Brett's hand, and the fire building in Brett's balls, it wouldn't last much longer now. Part of him welcomed that long awaited relief, while another part protested he should have made things better for Leo. Unconsciously, he slowed down a little. Right away, Leo compensated by pushing back more strongly against him.
"The night is only starting,” he said, making Brett wonder once again if Leo could read his mind. “Come on, Brett. Harder."
Brett gave up trying to restrain himself. Straightening up, he grabbed Leo's hips with both hands again and gave him everything he had in him, going as fast, as hard as he could. His vision blurred and all he could hear anymore were his furious heartbeat and Leo's almost continuous moaning. Leo threw back his head, practically howling now. His body was shaking beneath Brett's hands and around his cock. Burying himself one last time as deep as he could, Brett pulled Leo up. He wrapped one arm around his waist to hold him in place and stroked his cock with his other hand, jerking him off frantically to the rhythm of his own orgasm. Leo joined him, coming all over his hand and splattering the bike.
They remained still for a few seconds, frozen in the same shared pleasure. Leo broke the silence first, humming quietly to the tune of the happy birthday song. Taken by a fit of laughter, Brett pressed a kiss to his shoulder and pulled back, drawing groans from both their throats.
"I take it you're happy with your gifts?"
Leo shuffled his feet to turn halfway toward him. With his pants around his ankles, his t-shirt caught on his arms and his ass and cock caressed by moonlight, he was the perfect image of debauchery. His devious grin only added to the image.
"Well, I always thought there's no such thing as too many gifts..."
Brett laughed. Curling a possessive hand around his neck, he drew Leo down for a quick kiss.
"Anything you want.” He gave a self-deprecating glance down at his soft cock and amended. “If you'll just give me a bit of time, that is."
Leo only smiled. Taking his t-shirt completely off, he used it to gently wipe off the lube and come from Brett's cock before cleaning himself the same way. He then pulled up his pants, leaving his cock hanging out, and nodded toward the ocean.
"Come with me."
Brett pulled his pants up as well and followed him past the group of trees that did not quite hide the view of the ocean and down a steep slope, maybe four feet lower than where the bike was parked. A rocky cliff bordered the ocean, towering thirty feet over it. Brett realized that the sound of waves he had heard was the sound of the water crashing against the rock, chipping away at it, one minuscule grain of sand taken away every decade or so. Leo sat, legs spread in a V and leaning back against his forearms. He tapped the ground next to him. Brett joined him, grateful to sit down.
The view was beautiful; the company, even better. For long minutes, the only sound was that of the waves. Brett watched Leo from the corner of his eye, wondering what was going on in his mind. Wondering what such an extraordinary man could possibly see in him. It was his fear to lose him that brought him back to what Lisa had suggested. She had been right about the bike and about coming to this spot. Maybe he could trust her a little more.
"I watched you flirt with that girl at the bar."
Leo's lips curved into a cocky smile. “Sometimes, I wonder if you had these cameras put in for security or to indulge your voyeur streak."
Brett barely heard him. In his mind's eyes, all he could see was the feed of the security camera and that woman's hand touching Leo's on the counter. All he could hear was his own blood thundering in his ears as jealousy blinded him again.
"You fucked her before tonight, didn't you?"
A blink and three seconds of silence before Leo answered betrayed his hesitation. “Yes."
Brett held his eyes, long enough that Leo would know he wasn't joking, and tried to speak in a slow, even voice. “I don't want you to fuck her again."
On the edge of Brett's vision, Leo's cock twitched. His words, however, did not match his body's reaction.
"I don't understand."
"Yes you do.” Brett moved over so that he was kneeling in between Leo's legs. “I'm laying my claim on you. And I'm saying this—” He wrapped his fingers around Leo's cock and gave it a light tug. It hardened at once in his hand. “—only goes where I say it can go. The only exception is Lisa. Anybody else you want to fuck, I get to say you can."
Leo's face and voice remained impassive. “What makes you think I'll agree to that?"
A jolt of fear ran through Brett and he held on to the idea that Lisa knew Leo better than he did. He trusted her. He just needed to find the right words to convince Leo.
"You'll agree,” he said, “because when I look at you flirting with someone, I want to kick them out of the club. There's only three ways it'll end. I'll do that, and alienate my customers. I'll fire you so I don't have to share you with them. Or—” He leaned down toward Leo's cock and gave it another tug so that the tip touched his lips. “—you'll give me a say in where this goes."
With the first swipe of his tongue on the underside of Leo's cock, he glanced up. Leo had closed his eyes. That just wouldn't do. He tightened the ring of his fingers at the base of Leo's cock but did not lick it again. After a few seconds, Leo opened his eyes again and looked down. Their eyes met; the familiar flames consumed Leo's.
"Anything to say?” Brett asked, then flicked his tongue at the bead of precome that had formed at the tip of his cock.
Leo shuddered. “Please?"
It wasn't what Brett wanted to hear, but he supposed it was a start. He wrapped his lips around Leo's cock and sucked lightly. Leo's hum encouraged him and, inch by inch, he took more and more of that succulent cock, drawing back every now and then when his gag reflex threatened to kick in. Leo's hand came to rest on his head, light and yet hinting that he wanted more, wanted Brett to take all of him, wanted to thrust inside his mouth and fuck him just as Brett had fucked him earlier. Closing yet
again his fingers in an almost punishing grip, Brett looked up. He gave a few tight strokes like this. Leo bit down on his bottom lip. Entranced, Brett leaned forward to kiss him, drawing the abused bit of flesh into his mouth to suck on it as he had sucked on Leo's cock moments earlier. Leo took a sharp breath and pulled back. His eyes seemed to gleam.
"Please,” he said again. “Suck me off."
Brett accelerated the tempo of his hand. “I'm going to. Just say no one else will."
He leaned down as before, just letting his lips and tongue brush against Leo's cock as he continued to tug on it. Leo whimpered and tried to arch into his hold.
"Yes. Yes. You can ... I'll ask. I won't—"
It was enough. Brett wrapped his mouth around his cock again and started sliding up and down. Leo's fingers tightened in his hair, urging him on along with a string of senseless words, a little faster, a little deeper, just a little more, until Leo was spurting in his mouth with a wordless cry. Disengaging and slowly sitting back on his heels, Brett wiped his lips and watched his lover, torn between the satisfaction of seeing him like this, panting and dazed with pleasure, and the nagging bit of guilt that he hadn't played fair.
"Did you mean it?” he asked when Leo seemed to have recovered.
Leo took long seconds to reply, long enough that Brett started worrying again. Was he asking for too much? Was he putting in jeopardy what he had by asking for more?
He was about to take it back and pretend he had only been joking when Leo finally let out a single word, quiet, calm and strong.
"Yes."
They sealed it with a kiss.
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Leo and Brett had been on the cliff for close to an hour when Lisa arrived. They were lying back on the smooth rock, watching the moon drift through the sky, basking in the lingering pleasure of another round that had been less about fucking and more about making love. Neither of them called it that, of course, just like neither pronounced the word “love", but Leo didn't need to hear that word said aloud. He had watched Brett look at Lisa with the feeling etched on his face for months. It had been the same look in his eyes when he had made his unexpected request. It was more than Leo had dared to hope for.
Lisa joined them without a word and sat near them. Brett sat up first, then Leo. She had brought a small bottle of champagne and three glasses in a basket. For once, she played barmaid and served the three of them.
Still silent, they raised their glasses together. Leo looked at Lisa first. Her arched eyebrow was asking questions he wouldn't have known how to answer. He just nodded and smiled, thankful, before looking at Brett. His expression was still a mix of awe, triumph and gratefulness. Leo took a gulp of champagne and then leaned toward one, then the other. Their lips tingled against his.
"That was the best birthday I've had in a long while,” he said, breaking the silence.
Lisa raised her half full glass. “Here's to many more."
It didn't take them long to finish the champagne, and as soon as they had, Lisa stood, holding her hand out to Brett.
"Ready? I'll drive you home."
Brett took her hand and stood as well but gave her a strange look, clearly wondering why she was putting such an early end to the night. Leo knew what she was up to; it was her gift to him, he supposed. He felt a rush of affection for her and reached out to grab her hand, pulling it to his lips for a kiss to her fingers.
"She's taking you home,” he explained, “so that I can take the bike for a real test drive."
He got to his feet, and gave Brett a questioning look. “If I'm allowed to, that is."
He was only joking but the words gave him a thrill, reminding him of the bargain he had struck with Brett. He had given away a bit of his freedom, but gained something precious in exchange.
Brett stepped closer to him, and, grabbing his ass with both hands, pushed him forward until they were cock to cock, the two layers of fabric reducing the sensation. “No need to ask. You're free to do as you please."
Even through the layers of their clothes, he could tell that Brett was half hard again. His own cock stirred in the confines of his pants.
Brett grinned almost wickedly. “Just remember, your cock and ass are mine."
"I'll be sure to bring both back home before sunrise then."
They walked back up to the ledge together. Lisa had parked next to the bike. They got in the car and Leo on the bike, and for a little while he followed them on the deserted winding roads. Only when they reached the highway did he leave them behind, pushing the motorcycle to speeds he hadn't dared try with Brett clinging to him. Everything disappeared but the bike, the road and him. Cars he passed, exit ramp signs and names of towns barely brushed the surface of his mind. A jolt of awareness did course through him when he approached Haventown, but he drove past by the exit ramp without slowing down.
He had never been one for planning, and for his entire life he had lived from day to day, enjoying the opportunities that presented themselves to him without wondering how long they would last. For a long time, the only lasting elements in his life had been his Sire and Lisa, but even they had drifted away from him without warning. For the first time, he could look forward into the future and know that in six months, six years, even six decades, maybe, he would still have a place. Things might change—they had changed that night more than he thought possible—but the most important thing would remain. He had a place, in Brett's and Lisa's lives, bed and hearts.
An exit ramp was coming ahead of him. He pulled over, drove off the highway, then reentered it on the opposite side. If he hurried, he might just be home before them.
The End
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About the Author
Kallysten is a French citizen whose most exciting accomplishment to date was to cross a few thousand miles and an ocean to pursue (and catch!) the love of her life. She has been writing for almost fifteen years, and always enjoyed sharing her stories and listening to the readers’ reactions. After playing with science fiction, short stories, poetry and fanfiction, she is now trying her hand, heart and words at paranormal romance novels.
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Other stories in this series available at Alinar Publishing:
On The Edge
Brett Andrews thought he had it all.
His new club, On The Edge, catering to vampires and humans, is a smashing success, and the beautiful vampire Lisa is everything he could have dreamed of.
When an old lover of hers, Leo, shows up at the club, Brett's immediate fear is that he will lose Lisa. But if he just stops thinking long enough to follow Lisa's lead, he might gain a lover instead of losing one.
Over The Edge
One heated night brings together two men and a woman, one of them human and the other two vampires, but when morning comes there are more questions than answers.
Brett, the human owner of the new club “On The Edge", hires Leo as a bartender, but unexpected security issues threaten their burgeoning trust. For his part, Leo is caught in the same pattern that once caused him to lose Lisa, and he struggles to adapt and allow his new sleeping arrangements to last as long as possible. And Lisa, who brought her two lovers to the same bed, now realizes that she also invited back in her life a past she thought forgotten.
Will they be able to make it work, or will this ménage collapse after a few nights of lust?
Out of the Box
When she walked into the club, all Virginia wanted was to satisfy her curiosity about vampires—and about being bitten. But when Anando reached out to her and asked her what games she wanted to play, he opened the Pandora box and Virginia found answers to questions she had never thought to ask.
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