by Talon p. s.
Not so was the man presently flipped over him, sucking on his cock right now, proffering his own to him. Darko was pure dark lust and all alpha male that surprisingly seemed to enjoy flip-fucking. Definitely a new thing for himself. But he was addictively hooked at the moment on the open invitation to vent out his deeply suppressed needs with him. He almost laughed just imaging Simeon’s reaction if he had ever asked him to top just one night.
Maxum brought up his fingers soaked them down with saliva and reached up circling Darko’s tight rosette and pushed in. He felt the ripple that trickled down Darko’s body at his doing. The sensation was exquisite, kicking his rapaciousness up another notch. Maxum moved his fingers in and out slowly, enjoying the silky sensation of Darko’s inner walls. He twisted and crooked a finger catching Darko’s sweet spot and the effect reflected in Darko’s mouth tightening around his shaft.
“Oh god, fuck me, your body is amazing.” He groaned aloud licking over Darko’s thigh while he watched his finger slide in and out the puckered entrance, while his lower regions drowned in utter sensation. Maxum hadn’t expected his appraisal to be taken as invitation but that was exactly how Darko took it coming up off his body his cock slipping from his lips with a loud pop and was quickly tossing him over to his hands and knees over the back of the sofa. “I’ll be more than happy to oblige you.”
“Wait.” Maxum resisted a moment, he was still in eating mode and wasn’t through with Darko’s cock yet. He’d had every intension of tasting his spunk tonight.
“Ah, no way honey. You said fuck you and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Besides it’s my turn after all.” His hand magically procured the foil and tore it open in his teeth, and on rolled the condom while his fingers smeared a small amount of lube around, and in Maxum’s hole.
Just a couple of teasing kisses of his cock against the tight pucker and Darko was sinking in. His lungs hissing out a loud expulsion of air as he sank all the way to his hilt. Heat and the tight clench of muscled walls wrapped around his shaft, engulfing him in the promise of terminal bliss. What was it about this man that it felt so much better when fucking him than any other man he’d been inside? Darko let his head fall back off his shoulders, eyes closed just letting every nerve-ending dive right into the heat his cock was soaking up. He growled what he hoped would sound like pure approval because damn it felt incredibly good. His fingers clenched into Maxum’s hips, knees shifting as he prepared to drill into the man.
Maxum curled, fisting into the cushion back, curses groaning from his throat and that first sweet stretch of pain was easily coated with Darko’s touch of honey as his cock started sliding in and out of his channel. The exquisite elixir of somatic lust starting to work in him like a primed Formula-1 car, warming up on the tracks. His own cock lobbing up and down, his pre-cum drizzling out the eye. “Oh fuck, that’s incredible.” And he pushed back letting this forbidden lover know he was ready for him to let loose and burn up the tracks.
But as eager as Maxum was to get to the pounding, his driver was seemingly reluctant to get to it. He shot a pleading look over his shoulder and was met with deep blue eyes that weren’t just looking at him but looking into him with a euphoric glaze. His hips sliding slowly in and just as slow coming out. A hand let go of his hip and was suddenly swiping over his own chest, his lover licked over his lips and those blue eyes rolled to the back, taking his head right along with it when the nearly nine inches of thick uncut cock slowly bottomed out inside Maxum’s hole. “Fuck, you are so fucking beautiful but dammit Darko I don’t know how much longer I can hold on with this slow motion stuff. I need you pounding me—” Maxum growled, “Fuck me damn it.” He pushed back only to feel both hands back on his ass keeping him in place and damned if Darko didn’t make him endure it longer.
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Maxum had every intention of getting dressed and leaving as soon as they were finished with their fuck fest, but just as much as his first time with Darko, he was so fully sated he fell asleep coiled up with the man’s arms and legs around him. He’d just get some sleep and slip out at first light. But when morning came he lingered, idly helping himself to a shower, telling himself he’d skip out after that, but now that he was standing there looking at the man lounging in the bed with a to die for body, Maxum still couldn’t bring himself to leave.
He needed to get out of here. It was all wrong. He shouldn’t feel so transfixed with anyone as much as he wanted this one. However, already his cock was tenting under the towel wrapped around his hips. Even his ass, that until this last week and a half had been cock-free since he finished college, was aching to be stuffed again.
Darko stirred in the bed, a hand floating over chest muscles, scratching then fell idle across his stomach. Maxum took a deep breath and groaned. Maybe just one more toss and then I’ll go. He told himself.
Maxum crawled up on the bed positioning himself over the tantalizing body he’d just been admiring and planted a hand to either side of his head just hovering over him as he stirred awake.
“There you are.” The sleepy tone whispered up at him. Darko rolled squarely on his back between his arms. His hips coming up off the bed to seek him out with a lurid invitation and Darko moaned some silent need for him.
“You sleep like the dead. Lucky for me everything was easy to find.” Maxum spoke trying his best to not sound nearly as ensnared as he was at the moment.
Darko pulled the towel from Maxum’s waist and tossed it to the floor, just looking up at him with some sinister amusement as if daring him to do something about it. His hips came up again pressing his turgid cock against his own knowing damn well what he was doing to him. He wasn’t leaving. Not until he had this man fucking him again and then he planned to drill him back. And Darko had secured that with just the simple brush of his cock on his. There wasn’t a passive bone in the man’s body and that was a problem.
“You look frustrated.” Darko teased him, his hand pulling on their shafts together still grinding his hips up to add to the friction.
Maxum groaned, “This can’t work out between us.”
“Then why are you still here?” His hands never stopping, not even a hiccup in what they were doing.
“Because you’re addicting.”
“Well, in that case,” Darko’s arm came around his shoulders pulling him down for a kiss, “Want some candy little boy?”
No sooner had their mouths met, Darko was rolling them both over until he had Maxum on his back and right away was moving down his chest, licking and kissing his way further down. His hands grabbed hold of Maxum’s thighs just as his mouth found his cock and in choreographed movements lifted his legs up while his mouth sank down over his shaft taking him all the way down.
“Ah fuck,” Maxum gasped but the shock and awe didn’t stop there, Darko released his cock and then the purpose of his legs in the air became evident when Darko’s mouth closed around his freshly showered ass. “Ah fuck. Ahh fuck.” His hands clasping around the hands that held his legs. Darko sealed his lips around his tight opening and ran his tongue in circles, gently but feverishly urging the ring of muscles to relax. An indiscernible chain of growling and moaning escaped Maxum’s mouth as he fought to anchor himself against the crashing sensation against his sensitive hole.
With each circling, Darko’s tongue probed deeper into him until he fucked Maxum’s ass with his tongue.
Maxum was still sensitive from last night, giving him little to no defenses to the new attention. He felt Darko’s growling tremor against his hole. The low sound vibrated through his cock and his toes curled— dammit it he was so done in.
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CHAPTER FOUR
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After their morning romp, Darko fell back to sleep in his arms. It took everything Maxum had to rip himself from around the exotic body, but he had to go. His love affair with a beautiful man was over, time to go back to the reality of his life—
—and the man
he was still involved with.
Even glancing back over his shoulder at the empty spot in the bed, that had been reserved for him, called to him to come back; some subliminal message that he was doing this all backwards.
Maxum slipped out, leaving Darko’s place before his lover could entrap him any more with his favorite man candy. The guilt stricken introspect had bombarded him in the middle of the night, forcing him awake. He lay there in Darko’s arms, silently berating himself. The storm of thoughts and emotions plagued him until his head pounded with the migraine of them. The handsome body— sound asleep, next to him. The perfect and all too wrong match for his love life. Yet, Maxum had played the coward and couldn’t bring himself to walk away from it; rather he consumed every mouthful he could. Now it all would have to come to an end and already he was feeling the withdrawal pains.
He drove out to the Atlantic Beach, watched the tide come up, letting the winter wind whip at him with a cold blast until he could no longer stand it, then got back in his car and with a heavy heart headed for Kennedy Airport where he picked up Simeon Correl, his long term boyfriend for the last four years.
Maxum made the extra effort to meet his partner at the terminal rather than wait for him curbside. An effort that was greeted with little more than a kiss to his cheek as Simeon passed off the carry-on to his hand. Maxum froze in a stupor, feeling disregarded, a chauffeur or bellhop rather than a partner. He closed his eyes beating back the judgments that threatened to surface from deep inside. Thoughts argued and excused that Simeon was not Darko, and it was unfair he should compare them. However, that didn’t undo the hollowness he was left with when Simeon made no attempt to make his own stamp on his heart.
Right away Simeon was rambling on endlessly about his trip, his dreadful sister’s wedding, and not once stopped to give him a kiss to say he was happy to be back. “It was a good thing you didn’t go. You would have been miserable. The food was absolutely boorish and I know how you are about your food. And my mother. Oh, don’t even let me get started there. I don’t think the woman stopped talking the whole time I was there—”
Well that explained it. Maxum now had it on insight whose side of the family Simeon favored but he didn’t bother to mention it, he wouldn’t get a word in edge wise if he tried.
“—but at least I can say one good thing is that the weather out in California is absolutely scrumptious.” He let out a musical sigh, “I could just live there all year you know. Maybe I could get you to come out—”
Maxum’s mind wandered as it always did when Simeon was on a roll of prattling. He could go on forever and never say anything that required him to participate or respond to—
“Maxum?”
“Hmm?” Maxum blinked, glancing over at his partner who was giving him that look, reminding him there were some parts of the one sided conversation he needed to respond to. “I’m sorry did you ask something?”
“I asked if you missed me?”
“Of course, I missed you.” he reached over and took Simeon’s hand and squeezed it gently, but Simeon was gone from his touch before it could have any effect for either of them.
“No you didn’t. I can see it in your eyes. I swear, I don’t even know why I bother.”
Oh god, here is where it starts. Maxum shook his head. He could manage a business and their funds, make a rich man out of a pauper but he didn’t know how to steer his partner’s incisive mood swings.
The high-pitched whining rant ensued like a blur in Maxum’s mind, having heard it on more than one occasion. If asked if he could recite it he had a good notion he might pass a pop quiz. He knew them all word for word and how long they lasted. This was a four minute deal— all until one thing stuck out, when something utterly new was said and it caught his attention.
“— I even talked to Gonzalo about it when he suggested I come out and stay with them. But I really don’t know how I could give up NoHo. I mean—”
“Who’s is Gonzalo?”
“Someone I met while at a Rainbow social.”
“Excuse me, Simeon? You mean to tell me that while on your vacation you were having a conversation with someone you just met that led to the consideration of breaking up with me?”
“Wha-I—” Simeon started ringing his hands in his lap. “No. Of course not. I just meant— well, I thought about moving out there, yes. But we wouldn’t have to stop being together. It would just mean you’d have to fly out to visit so we could have some personal time together— is all.” And he turned his eyes out the window as if it was the shut off switch to the new revelation of news.
It was a good thing they were already pulling up to a red light, as Maxum was certain he might have stomped the breaks and sent Simeon through the front windshield, seeing he wasn’t wearing a seat belt. Always saying it wrinkled his clothes. He was dressed like he just got back from Key West, Florida and here he was in New York, in the start of November. Wrinkles were the last thing he needed to be concerning himself with.
The light turned green and an impatient driver behind them saw to it Maxum didn’t sit too long brooding. “Uh-huh and what other life changing decisions did you contemplate while out there?”
“None at all.” Simeon refuted with an arrogant retort. “Oh, but I wish you could have been with me when we went to this wonderful bistro—” and the four-minute-turned-five fuss was over and done with. Turn the page and off to the next set of headlines of the Simeon Huffington Posts and Maxum knew there was no going back to the old subject. Once something was dismissed by Simeon there was never bringing it back up. “You would have loved this place—”
“New York is full of bistros.” Finding the suggestion peculiar since Simeon didn’t like them with him.
“Yes but this one was California style.”
“New York has California style bistros.”
“Well, yes, but it’s cold here.” Clearly, Simeon’s argument was taking on a rather muted defense.
“And your point?”
“My point?” hands doing double time on the wringing now. “Well, maybe you could move out to California with me.”
“My business is here.”
“Well you could open an office there. They have big buildings and clients there, too.”
“Except they don’t have the stock market there.” And that seemed to end the discussion. That was until Maxum had to open his mouth and say something else he knew he shouldn’t. “So, will this Gonzalo rent boy be keeping you entertained between visits?”
Simeon’s head snapped around, but it wasn’t hurt that glared at him but defiant guilt. “Why— how— why must you say such things to me?” Yet the only thing Maxum could think of in an honest response was because I knew you would before you ever left. And that’s why I refuse to feel guilty for mine.
“You know you are becoming more and more butch every day.”
Maxum almost chuckled at the concept. “Butch, don’t they use that for the more masculine gay women? Tell you what, why don’t I pull out my cock, and you suck me. Let’s see if you still think I am a butch by the time we get to your place.” It was likely the rudest thing he’d ever said to Simeon but far less than what he was feeling inside. So when Simeon turned back to the window, watching as the city slipped by in silence, Maxum let it stay that way while he let his emotional grief chastise him. Knowing that if he was going to try one last time to make this work between them, he was going to have to put his hurts behind him.
When they arrived at the artsy condominiums where Simeon lived in the heart of NoHo, New York, right away Simeon was back at it again running around rambling and, as always, Maxum didn’t try to keep up with what was wrong this time.
“I’ve told Donta so many times, you have to mist the plants, not soak them. Now look, they’re all near death.” He waved his hand around at the wilting plants around his apartment.
“Come here.” Maxum caught him in passing and drew him in.
“But my plants?” his frustrated partner pou
ted. It was almost cute if taken out of context. To which Maxum tried.
Maxum stepped up to pull his partner into the embrace of his arms. “We can water them together really quick. They’ll snap back.”
Simeon thwarted the cuddling attempts and tossed his hands to highlight the condition of the plants, “They’re already over watered, Maxum.”
“I’ll buy you new ones then. Just stop running around for a minute and let me hold you.”
“Oh—” the sound idled down as he quizzically watched Maxum wrap around him then lowered to kiss him. Offering first a slow soft brush of his lips just how Simeon liked it. Letting the pillowy softness of his lips brush and press— brush and press— until he was teased into wanting more but when Simeon opened up for him Maxum dove in with a force that had Simeon squirming in his arms very quickly.
Simeon finally wrenched free taking a stumbling step back, “Maxum, you’re hurting me.”
“How did I hurt you?”
“You know I don’t like the aggressive stuff when you force me.”
“Force you? Simeon how is it I’m forcing you. I haven’t seen you in two weeks. I’d like to feel you against my body for a few minutes, catch up on some kissing. What is wrong with that?”
Simeon cringed, then shook it off, “I suppose I over reacted.” He tried on a sullen face for him, “I guess I just forgot how overwhelming you can be.”
“Was there someone else in California who touched you otherwise?”
“No. Of course not.” Simeon made that fidgety twitch thing again, but Maxum couldn’t say for sure if it was guilt or something else that made him do it. Not that he was innocent to press for an answer this time. So he let it slide.
“It’s just been awhile.”
“Not that long Simeon. You didn’t forget. You’re just not into kissing anymore— or holding hands— or much anything else for that matter.”