Taste Test: Gamers

by Gamers (lit)

  Gerry had no idea how long he stood there crying out, knees locked to keep from falling over. His cock twitched and pulsed inside Deke's sliding kiss, but he somehow resisted the urge to grab and thrust. If nothing else, he could play fair and just watch. Deke kept looking up, mouth red and full, a firm embrace that forced Gerry to see and understand who he'd been taking for granted.

  Deke's tongue curved up then, pressing hard on the most sensitive spot. Slowly, he circled and pressed, tenderly laving at the pulse as it grew faster. Gerry raised his hands to hold Deke's hair back. Deke grasped the base of Gerry’s shaft, stroking him to desire beyond reason. Gerry struggled to breathe, begging for some kind of mercy. Deke sat back on his heels, left him gasping and swearing in his disappointment. Deke drew his own shirt off then, petting at his baby-smooth skin, watching Gerry look and want after all this time.

  Deke made a little show of unfastening his jeans, and then stood up out of them. Gerry wanted badly to grab and take. Instead, he had to stand there and watch Deke get comfortable on the bed and choose some lube from their collection. Deke barely looked at Gerry, though he parted his thighs and let Gerry watch his preparations.

  Deke had never been modest or halfhearted about his body. The dark shadow of his hair was damp against flushed skin, and Deke toyed with it as he smoothed lotion over himself. Gerry’s hands flexed at his sides. He wished he was seeing some kind of offering, but he knew better. Deke twisted under his own hand, stroking fearlessly as his breath broke over, low and harsh. When Deke was finally ready to remember Gerry's existence, he merely beckoned with a jerk of his chin.

  Gerry came right on over the foot of the bed and crushed Deke to the pillows. Finally, he could kiss that luscious mouth he'd been denying himself, and for nothing. He had somehow given this up for pixels and caffeine, so he felt nothing but gratitude for having this chance again. Deke let Gerry draw at their kiss, taste deeply and lose himself in a world of moist, hot flesh. Long, lean limbs ensnared Gerry with ease and tumbled him.

  Deke put Gerry flat on his back and seized him again with that possessive touch and dripped a little lotion over his shaft. Slowly, Deke drew patterns with his fingertips, marking his initials and little symbols all along the length. When every inch was properly labeled, Deke dripped a little more lotion and started again. Gerry watched until Deke smeared the whole thing, stroking on a thick coating of lubricant. Deke got comfortable kneeling up over Gerry’s hips, but never let go his control over Gerry’s cock.

  Gerry was free to pet at Deke's pale skin, to plead and beg as the crown of his cock was rubbed between firm buttocks. Deke was making the most beautifully wanton noises up above his rigid shaft, but Gerry himself might have been a toy for all the attention his own begging drew. Finally, Deke pressed Gerry to his opening, growling between clenched teeth as he took him in just a little. Deke backed off quickly when Gerry tried to thrust.

  “You wait,” Deke coldly insisted. “I did.”

  Gerry fisted his hands into the sheets, flexed his hips down, never looked away from Deke as he obeyed. This blunt demand was so unlike Deke's sweet nature, Gerry was riveted by the performance. Again, Deke wielded Gerry's cock on himself like nothing more than a dildo, gently teasing his ass with the idea of entry.

  The narrow, clenching passage grasped at Gerry, forced him to writhe under Deke as had never before been necessary. Deke sat above him, watching his slow torment with avid hunger. Deke reached down to toy with the glitter of sweat on Gerry's chest and tugged at his nipples, all while penetrating himself for the sheer pleasure it gave him. Again, he backed off, stroking Gerry in his fist.

  Gerry heard himself begging, apologizing, complimenting in terms he never would have said out loud if he'd been in his right mind. He knew that Deke wanted that desire more than the actual sex. Only when he was near to sobbing did Deke finally allow him to go deeper.

  “Take your time,” Deke warned. “Let me feel it.”

  Gerry certainly tried to obey, but couldn't say if he succeeded or not. His hands clamped down on Deke's hips, brought him firmly along the length of his shaft, and raised him up again. Deke tried to pretend he was only taking what he had won, playing at cold detachment, but it just wasn't in his nature. Gerry watched himself now, the glistening slide of his own reddened member making a space for itself inside Deke. Deke twisted and arched, bounced and squeezed tight around him, demanding more and faster.

  Gerry braced his feet against the bed, using what leverage he could get against the writhing weight of his lover. No victory was sweeter than this raw, clear love that threatened to burn Gerry up every time he touched it. This reality was so beyond anything he'd dared to want for himself, he was lost to its power. He couldn't control the way he took Deke anymore, couldn't even think to try. His hands were full of Deke's gorgeous shaft then, and Deke cried out, surprised in his passion. The wild flexing all around Gerry welcomed his own release and left him weakly helpless as Deke fell to pin him against the sheets.

  “You cheated again,” Deke accused, breathless and hardly done with what he'd started.

  “I'm really sorry,” Gerry gasped, but Deke had already pushed him onto his belly.

  “I don't want you to be sorry,” Deke said, straddling Gerry's thighs. “I don't want you to promise to stop. I just want you to pay up like a good boy.”

  “I am, I am,” Gerry hurried to say. Deke's hands bit deep into his ass, parting him wide. Deke's mouth was hot and rough, tongue prodding and teeth scraping at Gerry until his hips surged up into the kiss. Deke sat up again and held him still while he grabbed lube. Gerry clenched his jaw hard against the helpless sounds in his throat. Deke laughed when Gerry flinched under a stream of cool lotion.

  Gerry's cock stirred again against the sheets as Deke slowly massaged his ass and thighs, soothing nervous tension down with strong hands. He undulated up into the caress, moaning softly as his own need began to gather and build. When, after an endless time of gentle urging, Deke finally pressed his thumb against Gerry’s opening, Gerry was able to receive him with an easy sigh.

  Deke lay down against his back, one hand pressing his soft cock against Gerry's ass. Gerry pushed up against Deke's hips, squeezing his ass tight and stroking Deke's cock until it pulsed, firming again between them. Deke arched gently, hands tracing the curve of Gerry’s hips. Deke cupped his scrotum, patiently teasing new pleasure out. Gerry flexed his body against Deke, lifting and rolling his ass, making Deke's skin slick and hot. Deke gasped against the back of Gerry’s neck, seized Gerry’s cock, and squeezed hard.

  “Please, Deke, come on, now,” Gerry whined into the pillows.

  “I could say the same thing,” Deke said, kissing and biting at his shoulders.

  Deke tugged roughly at Gerry’s cock, bringing it firm far too fast under the tender sensitivity still lingering from how they had begun. He bucked and writhed, but Deke stayed ahead of him. Gerry ended up twisted on his side, one leg straddled and the other braced firmly against Deke's chest. Deke sat up on his knees, spreading Gerry wider at this odd angle. The blunt tip of Deke's cock pressed against his opening, seeking a way past tense muscles. Gerry held hard to the sheets, lost in the burning slide of Deke's long, slender shaft.

  Deke chuckled over Gerry’s broken gasping. “You ought to be used to this by now.”

  Gerry closed his eyes, couldn't take that smile on top of the trembling pleasure inside him. He was used to it, and his body hungered for it, even when he forgot the meaning of the word. He tried to find some kind of leverage that would let him push back against Deke's slight weight.

  Deke was having none of it and flexed his leg further to keep Gerry down and still. Gerry squeezed his ass tight around Deke's shaft, trying to pull him deeper. Deke groaned at the tension, hips smacking hard against the inside of Gerry’s thighs.

  Gerry fought for breath against his own wordless cries, his whole body flexing urgently against Deke's cock. It drew back from him, and then surged deeper. Deke ground h
is hips down against Gerry’s widespread buttocks until his hair pressed rough against Gerry’s anus. Gerry reached for Deke, holding on to shoulder, arm, anything he could find.

  Deke stayed in deep, hips barely nudging forward in tiny, arching thrusts. Gerry flexed his back as Deke rode steadily against his prostate. His cock thumped and twitched against his belly with every jabbing thrust. He looked up at Deke, knew he was not going to win this fight either, and took himself in hand.

  Deke watched avidly as Gerry stroked himself mercilessly. Gerry’s ass flexed and pumped around Deke, trying to catch him off guard. Deke sat back almost immediately, dropping him back to the bed. Just as fast, Deke was on him again, snarling through an impatient smile. Deke pulled his arms down and squatted over Gerry’s hips, triumphant. One long smooth undulation of Deke's body had Gerry deep inside Deke again, crazily sensitive and clutched on all sides by slow, rippling flexes.

  Gerry leaned into Deke then, taking what he could. Deke had every advantage and controlled their bodies easily, eyes drifting closed as he circled his ass around Gerry's cock. Deke's knees were splayed wide. Gerry could see every slow flex of thigh and ass as Deke rose and drifted slowly down again. It was maddening to be held subject to this rhythm of low, passive yielding.

  When Deke saw that Gerry wasn't going to struggle much, he let his hold on Gerry's arms go and leaned back on his hands. Gerry braced Deke's legs up when they began to shake under the exertion. He forced his breath to come long and slow, focused on the tight, pink muscle that demanded his total attention. Deke set a steady pace, belly knotting and relaxing as he fell and rose up again along Gerry's cock.

  Deke's mouth was slack and wet around mindless groans. His eyes were half-closed, glazed and seeing nothing at all. Gerry thrust once, jolting Deke as he fell. Gerry kept to that slow, jabbing counterpoint. Deke shifted his weight again, knelt over Gerry, and leaned down to kiss him.

  “I love you,” Gerry said, right against Deke's teeth. “Come on, now.”

  “All right,” Deke allowed, pretending reluctance.

  Gerry tumbled Deke down and made him comfortable against the pillows. This time, Gerry got to taste Deke's mouth as he stroked into him. Deke's lean body bunched and twisted under him, thighs parting eagerly one moment and clutching at him the next. When Deke tossed his head back to groan, Gerry sucked at the salty flesh of his throat.

  Finally, Deke curved his legs over Gerry’s back. Gerry gathered Deke up in his arms, lifted that tight ass higher to meet the surge of his cock. They moaned, loud and lost, limbs loose and easy as they fit together again, every sound and breath blending effortlessly.

  Deke reached up to brush Gerry's hair back. “I missed you. I can't do without this, lover. You have to play fair.”

  Gerry pressed his face to Deke's shoulder, surrounded again by the only passion worth pursuing. With slow rolls of his spine, he caressed Deke down the whole length of his body. His cock slid deep, and then he drew back slowly with the next breath. Deke clung to him, whimpering in protest. Almost immediately, he again breached and filled Deke, plunging fully inside and nearly withdrawing with each purposeful stroke.

  Deke's eyes drifted closed and he smiled again, laying easily once more in Gerry’s arms. Gerry thrust faster, hips smacking wetly with the strength of his need. Deke reached between them, hand petting slowly, sighing and thrusting up against Gerry’s belly. Deke blushed deeper, brow drawing tight as his spine tensed and flexed under them. Gerry's skin prickled all over, and his balls tightened again as Deke twisted helplessly, shaken by his satisfaction.

  When Deke lay gasping again, Gerry hitched his legs higher and let himself go. Deke was bounced and plundered for the few rough moments he needed. The shout of Gerry’s own satisfaction was a distant sound, lost in the white-hot burning of his desire flaring out and into Deke. Gerry tried not to fall on Deke, but his body lost all strength in the release. He lay there trembling and hoping like hell for some kind of rest.

  Gerry finally had to move so Deke could reach his pants for the cigarettes. Deke curled up on the pillows and burned one, looking Gerry over like he always did. “I'm going to paint you just like this.”

  “Don't start that again, man,” Gerry begged, twisting over onto his back.

  “All you have to do is sit perfectly still for hours,” Deke insisted. “Just a few hours. Come on.”

  “What would you call it? Pale Blue Gamer Person? I've seen your models. Get real.”

  “I would call it Work In Progress,” Deke said, and kissed Gerry on the nose. “I didn't know you had a thing against even painted pictures of you. I should have asked before I took this commission. I could just see you right in the middle of the scene, totally focused.”

  “I have a problem with a nude of me being displayed in a public place,” Gerry said.

  “It is entirely normal for me to paint a phenomenally beautiful man in the buff,” Deke reminded. “Models fight for the chance to have me in their portfolio. Just try to remember that part about 'in progress.' It makes all the difference in the world.”

  It would have been nice to loll in bed a while. There was nothing to stop them except their own rules, but that was plenty to get them up and moving. Deke went out and started his spattering and scraping again. Gerry went to take a look at his workspace and got his map ruler, checked lines between the balcony door and the entertainment center.

  “Can I borrow your other easel?” Gerry asked.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Deke asked, halfway glancing up. “Never mind. Go ahead.”

  He dragged the easel out to the point he'd chosen, shuffled gently through Deke's collection of weirdness and supplies. Stuffed in amongst scraps and stretched canvas, he finally found a square of mirror that had only a few smudges of color. Gentle scraping with a razor blade took care of that, a quick wipe to get rid of the smudges and he carried it out to set up on the easel.

  “Going in for vanity all of a sudden?” Deke idly wondered.

  “Check it out,” Gerry invited. “If all you want me to do is sit still for hours, that's no problem.”

  Deke saw the reflection of Gerry's gaming setup and laughed, delighted. “I want you naked, though. And you still owe me for the houseboy part.”

  “That's all right,” Gerry smiled back. “This isn't about the points. You want me naked so you can paint me, and I say fine. I'm just glad to be here and wanted.”

  Deke came in off the balcony and wrapped him up in a deep kiss. “You're a badass. You really are.”

  “Do you want laundry done, or to get laid?” Gerry murmured, leaning in to taste Deke's ear.

  “You bastard,” Deke laughed. “You're on laundry mission, boy. Try to keep your focus.”

  Gerry kissed his lover again anyway, just because he was right there and could. The groove came back to him in Deke's embrace. This time, Gerry focused on the only game worth winning.

  Old School D&D

  by CB Potts

  “And then there’s a tribute dinner to Gary Gygax,” Andy said. “Everybody’s going to be there. We can’t miss that.”

  “Of course we can’t.” The fact that the tribute dinner was scheduled during the only free block of time they’d had over the three-day convention did not escape Derek, but he didn’t mention it.

  Still, his displeasure must have come through.

  “What’s the matter?” Andy asked. “I checked the menu. They’ve got a vegetarian option -- eggplant parm.”

  “Eggplant parm featuring chicken?” Derek asked, half laughing.

  “No such luck. You’ll have to wait for DarkCon for that.” Andy chuckled.

  “I don’t know if I’m going to DarkCon this year,” Derek replied, suddenly somber.

  “Really? You should have the time.” Andy raised an eyebrow. “More than enough time, actually.”

  “It’s not that.” Derek shook his head. He accumulated vacation time quickly at his job, a necessary trade-off for the high-stress, high-pressure envi
ronment. “I just don’t see the point in it, you know?”

  “No. I don’t know,” Andy said. “DarkCon’s happening. Remember that novelization gig I did in the spring? Sons of Scarcraft?” It was his turn to shake his head, emphatic, decisive. “I never would have gotten the nod if I hadn’t met Hamish Drue at DarkCon.”

  “I’m not saying there’s no point in it at all,” Derek said. “Just that there’s no point in it for me.”

  Andy cocked his head, started to speak -- only to have his words cut off by the thudding of fists on the hotel room door.

  “Dude!” It was their friend, Patrick. “You’re going to miss the authors’ panel if you don’t get down there now!”

  Andy stood up, shaking his clothing free of any stray crumbs, tattered bits of papers, or strands of hair that had managed to escape from the caramel-colored tangle atop his skull. “We’ll talk about this later, all right?”