Wheels and Heels

by Jaime Samms

  The scratch of hair on his cheek made his stomach tighten. He couldn’t help the urge to slide his fingers through the curls on Jed’s chest as he searched out the other nipple and offered it the same toothy treatment. Jed’s body jerked, and he shoved his chest towards Ira as he groaned.

  Ira smiled, lips curving along heated skin. This was fun, making a big guy like Jed squirm. He moved along, kissing a trail over Jed’s pec, tickling with his tongue, niggling at the tender skin where chest and shoulder joined. Jed snarled and twisted. More ticklish spots. Good to know. He wiggled his tongue over the skin there.

  “Little bird,” Jed warned in a low, hot growl. He released Ira’s wrist, so he could smooth his hands all over the rest of Ira’s body in a constant swirl of touching. The distraction made him shiver and set free a few whimpers.

  Not that Ira would be deterred from his own course, now that he had the freedom to explore. He yanked at Jed’s shirt, tugging until he had it up over his head, then off. His beard stood out at all angles, and Ira snickered, even as he smoothed it down.

  “You laughing at me?”

  “Oh no.” Ira grinned, and plastered his mouth over Jed’s. He couldn’t get enough of the scratch of hair against his lips and chin. “Definitely not,” he promised, then kissed and prodded into Jed’s mouth with his tongue. He ran his fingers through Jed’s beard as he kissed, revelling in the sensation of all that hair.

  Then Jed was powering back, sparring with him, tongues sliding and hands groping until he found Ira’s wrist to clasp it tight again. Ira’s breath whooshed out. The feel of Jed pressing Ira’s palm to Jed’s hairy pec and holding it there, controlling like that, made him giddy. He spread his fingers through the hair on Jed’s chest. He liked the rasp of curls on his palm and the confinement of Jed’s fingers, strong but gentle.

  He wanted—needed—more contact. Bracing himself against Jed’s chest, he rose up on one knee and swung his leg over Jed’s lap so he could straddle him. He couldn’t look away from Jed’s intense gaze as he settled back into his lap. “What?”

  Jed said nothing. He gripped Ira’s ass with his free hand, then pulled him closer and rocked his hips.

  “So this is okay, then?” Ira asked, voice breathy, but lightness bubbling up through him.

  Jed growled something under his breath, then gripped the back of Ira’s head and dragged him down for kiss that seared thought from Ira’s head for more than a few minutes. He was aching and hard when Jed finally let him up for air, and his caught hand was now pinned at the small of his back.

  Jed stared into him. Even if Ira wanted to look away, he wondered if he would be able to. Held tight to Jed’s body now, he could feel Jed’s erection and wanted to touch. Maybe get his mouth on it. At least get a hand down Jed’s pants.

  Even as he thought that, Jed ran a hand up the side of Ira’s neck, tipped his head back, breaking eye contact only so he could lick a trail along Ira’s jaw and down his throat, supplementing the sweet torment with lips, then teeth. Ira groaned, barely recognizing the tortured sound as his own voice. That seemed to ratchet up Jed’s enthusiasm for what he was doing. Jed’s hand on his jaw, holding his head where Jed wanted it, gripped a little bit harder.

  “Jed.” Ira’s blood pounded. He squirmed, hoping to feel more pressure at the points where Jed held him.

  “Shh.” He licked at the tiny dip between Ira’s collarbones.

  Ira dug his teeth into his lower lip and wriggled. “Fuck.”

  Jed’s hand slipped from his face down his shoulder, across his chest. Knuckles rubbed hard against his stomach and Ira ground out a few more curses, a few more ragged utterances of Jed’s name as Jed fumbled at his fly and zipper.

  The fleeting thought of wanting to touch Jed fled as Jed’s huge hand closed around his dick and stroked. Ira gripped Jed’s shoulder, hanging on for dear life with his one free hand. He was never going to last. Not with Jed controlling his movements, his dick, with Jed’s mouth on him. He’d wanted to touch, stroke, suck. All he could manage was to come undone in Jed’s hands.

  It didn’t take long. And far from being quiet about it, Ira let out a string of throaty, hungry pleas; rocked and wiggled; then spun off into orgasm as Jed closed teeth down on his chest and bit. Not hard, not exactly painful. But enough Ira was pretty sure there would be a mark, even through his shirt.

  “Jed,” he whispered as the last wave washed back from his body and left him damp and shaking.

  “I’ve got you.” Jed stood. Ira squawked, clung, and then he was flat on his back on the couch with Jed half kneeling over him, one knee wedged between Ira and the back of the couch, the opposite foot on the floor. “You don’t need these.” Jed moved off Ira long enough to peel his jeans away, then returned to hovering. He pushed Ira’s shirt up to coast a hand over his bared chest. “You shave?”

  “Wax.”

  Jed made a face that had Ira giggling. It was something, being spread out under him, pinned and sweaty, with his own jizz coating his stomach. He felt debauched and cherished all at once, as Jed licked his lips and continued to caress Ira’s smooth skin like he was in awe.

  “You’re braver than I, little bird.”

  A warm fuzzy invaded Ira, contrasting with the intense need heating his blood. That Jed could make him feel so completely hot for his touch and attention, and still safe and coddled, was a completely new idea to him.

  “What?” Jed leaned back, putting his weight on his heel as he watched Ira.

  “I don’t know.” Ira dragged a hand over Jed’s thigh and experimented with moving his legs, which were pinned under Jed. He was confined, probably wouldn’t be able to get free if Jed didn’t want him to, but he felt no fear at the prospect.

  “Do you want up?” Jed asked.

  Ira shook his head. It was a little hard to catch his breath, harder to find his voice, but he wasn’t worried. He didn’t object when Jed pulled his arms up over his head, held him there, and bent to kiss him. He answered, kiss for kiss, tongue for tongue. Jed’s jeans were rough on his bare legs and he arched up, wanting more connection. He wanted to feel Jed’s hair against his chest and the scrape of Jed’s fly against his bare flesh.

  “You ever do a full monty, back in the day?” Jed asked, kissing down the side of his face, down his neck, and over his throat.

  Ira closed his eyes. “No. Near enough. But no.”

  “You’re doing it now.” Jed backed off to trail his gaze down Ira’s body.

  The butterflies Ira had thought vanquished burst up, razor wings slicing through his calm. Being the naked one, exposed and vulnerable, was something he should be used to. It gave him a rush up on stage. It was a lot of power, knowing all those guys were panting for—and paying—him. This was on a whole other level, though. An audience of one. A free performance. And the rush of power, knowing Jed wanted him—not his body, but him—more than any other soul ever had? It left Ira spellbound.

  Swallowing hard, Ira forced his gaze up to Jed’s face. “And?”

  “Fishing?”

  Am I? Ira blinked. Said nothing. Waited.

  Butterflies zinged.

  His heart hammered.

  Jed nuzzled down, put his mouth close to Ira’s ear, and whispered, “Stay tonight. With me.”

  Ira turned his face into the welcoming heat, accepting the invitation with kisses.

  Under other circumstances, Jed might have pressed for a verbal agreement. But Ira was pretty clear with his assent when he lifted his chin to allow Jed to nibble at his throat. He didn’t try to free his arms or cover his nakedness. Which was a gift.

  Maybe his dancing made him less self-conscious. Jed wasn’t sure. For whatever reason, Ira wasn’t complaining about being the only one with no clothes on. And what a view it was. He was slender, androgynous really. Jed could see, despite the very male-ness he projected now that Jed knew him better, why it had been so easy to mistake him for a woman from behind.

  His narrow, soft shoulders tapered gently to his hips
. His thighs and calves were shapely, probably in part due to the fact he walked miles and miles daily, just to live his life. His chest was, indeed, hairless. A thing Jed wouldn’t have predicted he would appreciate as much as he did as he methodically kissed and tasted his way to Ira’s nipples.

  The way he arched when Jed teased the tiny nubs with lips and teeth was exquisite. That he was allowed such liberties was yet another gift. So much generosity. Jed was determined to appreciate it, to try to be worthy.

  Carefully, he moved down until he could no longer maintain his hold on Ira’s hands and still explore the way he wanted. Crouched, face near Ira’s navel, he looked up as Ira moved his hands to his stomach, placed them, one over the other, offering Jed the perfect handhold to keep him contained and still continue doing what he was doing with his mouth.

  “Really?” Jed asked, wrapping one hand around both of Ira’s wrists, pressing them against Ira’s belly.

  Ira’s eyes glittered as he nodded.

  “You don’t have to.” Jed grinned, but he knew it would be hidden, softened by his beard. “You don’t have to. I don’t need that to—”

  “I like it,” Ira whispered. “And I trust you.”

  Jed’s breath caught on the enormity of that. Ira liked it. Wanted it. He flexed his fingers, almost involuntarily, because the flash fire that burned through him, seared his synapses, took over his reflexes for that split second. All the power Ira was giving him inspired a possessive clutch he could barely control. And then the rush of tenderness let him relax.

  “I’ll take care of you,” he blurted.

  Ira smiled, a soft, heated expression. “I know.” He sat up a bit, like he needed to be closer, and Jed crawled forward and granted him a deep, hungry kiss.

  “Let me turn over?” Ira asked, when Jed released his lips.

  “What?”

  “Onto my stomach,” Ira explained, like Jed had lost all his faculties and had no idea what turn over could possibly mean. “I’ll put my hands behind me. You can still hold them. But it’ll be easier.”

  “To what?” Jed’s mouth and brain had clearly disconnected from each other, because he had not planned that to come out so loud. Or . . . at all.

  “Really?” Ira mirrored his own lifted eyebrow back at him. It was odd. Not a lot of people could—

  “Jed!”

  Jed blinked.

  “You don’t want to?”

  “To what?” Fucking idiot! Jed plopped his head onto Ira’s chest. His fingers slackened, and Ira pulled his hands free to pet Jed’s hair.

  “Oh baby. Are you a virgin?” Ira asked. He didn’t sound like he was serious. And of course, Jed wasn’t a virgin. So was he teasing?

  Jed groaned, which clearly amused Ira, because his belly shook, bouncing Jed’s head up and down.

  “Was that not what you had in mind?” Ira asked. “Because if you don’t want to . . .”

  Don’t want to? Was he nuts? “I want . . .”

  “Good, because so do I. Now come here.” Ira tugged at his hair, very lightly, and Jed lifted his face. “Back online?” Ira tapped the side of his Jed’s head. His gaze, playful and hot and hungry, made Jed’s cock jump in his briefs.

  “Probably not.” He got up, though, and began to undo his belt.

  “That’s it?” Ira asked, gaze riveted on Jed’s hands. “Not even a little hip sway?”

  “Um.” Brilliant.

  Ira laughed. The sound tinkled through the apartment. He threw his head back, exposing his throat and lengthening the already long, pale line of his entire deliciously fine body.

  Jed’s hands stilled. Mostly because he forgot how buckles and zippers worked.

  “Come here, you.” Ira sat up and dragged Jed closer by the belt buckle. In seconds, his nimble fingers managed what Jed had not, and the belt hung loose, his zipper gaped, and the largish damp spot at the front of his briefs was on display. “Off,” Ira demanded, pushing the jeans and briefs down as one.

  Jed let him have his way, moving a little closer to make the operation easier. His jeans stopped around his knees, because Ira apparently had what he was after.

  As Jed watched, Ira wrapped small, warm hands around his cock and balls, stroked gently, manipulated a little less gently, and pulled a groan from deep within.

  “Fuck,” Jed whispered. “Oh my God.”

  Ira peered up at him. Face close enough to his groin Jed could feel the heat of Ira’s breath sinking through his curls. It didn’t surprise him to see Ira’s pink tongue flick out to taste the drop of pre-come that materialized.

  “That’s quite a large cock,” Ira mused, plucking at the foreskin with his lips, wiggling his tongue up under it, and tightening the grip of his fingers around Jed’s balls.

  The next thing Jed said was not a word. If it had begun that way in his brain, Ira had kneaded it into something raw and unformed by the time it made it to his lips.

  “If I suck you, are you going to go off?” Ira asked, like he was wondering about the weather. Like Jed could answer that complex a question. Jed’s only answer was to dig his fingers into Ira’s hair and drag Ira’s mouth closer to his cock. “Your loss if you spurt. You won’t get to fuck me.” Then he engulfed Jed in his hot mouth and white noise consumed Jed’s mind.

  It took a moment for Ira’s words to sink in, but when they did, Jed carefully gripped Ira’s hair to keep him still until Jed’s cock was free of the heavenly suction.

  “So you are paying attention.”

  Like he could do anything else. Jed stepped away, almost fell on his ass because his jeans were still around his knees, and pushed the offending garment away impatiently.

  Ira didn’t move from where he sat on the couch looking up at him.

  Fuck seemed like a harsh word. Not something a person did to a guy like Ira. He was too delicate for such treatment.

  “Don’t,” Ira warned. The heat in his gaze shifted, from lust and want to something harder.

  “Don’t what?”

  Ira got up and flipped around to kneel on the couch, hands on the back, ass presented to Jed. “Don’t go soft on me. Don’t think I’m soft.” He gripped the couch with one hand and stuck two fingers of the other into his mouth. They didn’t stay there long. With a wet, sucking pop, he pulled them out and reached around behind himself.

  “Ira?”

  “You better have lube and a condom,” Ira muttered as he pulled one ass cheek aside and proceeded to finger himself.

  “Jesus.” Jed’s knees wobbled. He put a hand on Ira’s shoulder, mostly to keep himself upright, and watched as Ira fucked himself with one finger, then, quickly, both. Ira’s breath hissed through his teeth, but his cock twitched, jutting away from his body and swaying as he rocked his hips to get his fingers deeper. Jed’s palm itched with the thought of gripping that hardening shaft and guiding Ira towards a second climax.

  “Lube,” Ira demanded, and Jed jumped, moved just far enough to fish it and a condom from the small table next to the couch, then return.

  Ira had both hands on the back of the couch again, and his ass thrust out. The curve of his spine and cant of his hips, the offering, dried Jed’s mouth and sped his heart rate. He could barely breathe as he opened the condom, fingers shaking. He spread lube over himself, and into Ira’s hole, generous with the slick if not the stretch, and aimed.

  “Gentle?” he asked, voice tight from lack of available air.

  Ira grunted and pushed back, impaling himself.

  “Okay, then.”

  Ira wheezed and whimpered as he struggled to take more of Jed even as his spine curled away from the intrusion.

  “Easy,” Jed crooned, placing a hand at the small of his back and preparing to pull out. “No hurry.”

  “Want—” Ira panted and shoved his whole body towards Jed, straightening his arms, even as the rest of him instinctively bowed in and away “—it.”

  “Shhh.” Jed took one of Ira’s wrists and pulled the arm behind him. If he didn’t have so much
leverage, he wouldn’t hurt himself. Maybe.

  Ira squirmed and twisted to get free. “Jed!”

  “Relax.” Jed stroked his spine until their hands stopped his progress. “Breathe.”

  “Jed!” Ira yanked on the captive arm.

  Jed only held tighter, then took up the other one and clasped them together, grateful for the size difference that let him hold Ira firmly in one hand so he could stroke his palm over Ira’s ass and rub his thumb to the edge of his hole.

  Ira groaned and eased his spine into an arch, lifting into the touch.

  “Good boy.” Jed caressed again, nape to tailbone, and rubbed his thumb over the skin stretched around his cock.

  A yielding sigh escaped Ira.

  “Very good.” One more long brush. One more careful, circular caress at the point where they joined. Ira’s faint whimper was needy and sweet.

  Jed pushed with steady pressure, until he was seated inside Ira, and finally, let out his own breath. “Perfect,” he praised.

  Ira gulped in a sobbing breath. “Fuck me.” He wiggled, pushing back, obviously ready for more.

  Jed left his hand where it was, caressing Ira’s ass and hip as he slowly began to move. Ira’s body was tight around him. His breath, coming in short, sharp gasps and grunts; pleas; and low whines, triggered Jed’s possessive, protective desire.

  He pumped harder, gripped Ira’s hands, dug fingers into an ass cheek, took a little more every time Ira made one of those enticing noises. He wasn’t going to last nearly long enough. Ira had already come once. Jed didn’t think he could hold on to give him that pleasure again.

  “Go, go, go,” Ira chanted. His fingers clenched into fists. He keened and curved his spine at an impossible angle to take every bit of what Jed had to offer.

  Jed felt the steady pull of Ira’s strength against the hold he had on his wrists. He was using the grip for leverage to take more of Jed’s pounding. It wasn’t passive submission, but active, demanding acceptance of his place in their equation.