Tech Support

by Jet Mykles

  Aaron trembled, clutching Ki for support. His knees started to give out. Could Ki really mean what he was saying?

  “I thought I’d lost you, and I went nuts. Fucking nuts. I’ve spent the last few weeks trying to forget you. I wanted to convince myself that you were right. That we weren’t right. I fucked Rachel, trying to forget you. It didn’t work. I can’t.” His arms nearly squeezed the breath out of Aaron. “The thought of being without you anymore is too depressing for words.” He brushed his lips over Aaron’s. “Say you’ll come home with me, Aaron.”

  “Yoshiki,” Aaron breathed, unaware he’d spoken until the name drifted across Ki’s lips.

  Ki groaned and sealed their lips together. He opened his mouth and assaulted Aaron’s in a brutal kiss, sucking Aaron’s tongue into his mouth. One hand slid up to tangle in Aaron’s hair, and the other shifted down his back and shoved into his sweats. Demanding fingers dug into Aaron’s butt, pushing his crotch forward so his erection pressed Ki’s thigh. The redhead groaned, wiggling, too long deprived of this feeling to be still.

  Ki tugged his hair, yanking him from the kiss. “Do it now, Red. If you’re gonna send me away, say the words. If not, I’m gonna fuck you raw now, then take you home and fuck you some more.”

  “Oh, fuck, yeah.”

  “You want me, Red?”

  “I want you, Yoshiki.”

  “You love me?”

  No hesitation. “I love you, Yoshiki.”

  With a strangled groan, Ki spun him around and tossed him back, onto the bed. “Take off whatever clothes you don’t want me to tear off you.”

  Aaron shuddered at the thought, then eagerly stripped off his sweatshirt and sweatpants. He accomplished his task by the time Ki got out of his sweater, shirt, shoes, and socks. Aaron scooted forward on the bed, eager fingers at Ki’s belt, ready to help.

  He paused. “Ki, I don’t have any lube.”

  Ki growled, pausing in momentary panic. Then he grinned. He pounced on the duffle, ripping open the zipper, then rummaging inside. He brought out a long, thin box that Aaron instantly recognized.

  “You brought me that?”

  “Sure I did. It was a gift. ’Sides, I was hoping seeing it would torture you.” He opened it up and dumped out both the purple dildo that had yet to be used and the small bottle of lube that had come with it.

  “Torture me?” Aaron asked, undoing Ki’s belt.

  “Torture, baby. If you were going to be without me, you were going to hurt.”

  Aaron tugged down Ki’s boxers with his pants. Ki’s beautiful, pulsing erection sprang free, and Aaron licked his lips, eyeing it. “Looks like I’m gonna hurt anyway.”

  “Hurt so good, Red.”

  Aaron groaned, wrapping a hand around the base of Ki’s cock. “Do not quote John Cougar Mellencamp to me at any time during fucking.” He sucked quick and hard on the head of Ki’s cock, then looked up to catch the pained look on his lover’s face. “Got it?”

  Ki nodded, shifting in order to free his feet of the pants pooled around them. “No Mellencamp. Gotcha.”

  Aaron nodded, then slid that hot, pulsing dick back into his mouth. Lovingly, he ran his tongue down the underside, aware of each vein that popped out under the velvety skin. He left a wet trail of saliva as he pulled his head back up and used it to slick his hand so he could pump Ki properly. Above him, Ki groaned, evidence of Aaron’s talent at sucking dick. Proud of himself, he commenced a pumping and sucking intended to drive Ki out of his mind.

  “Enough,” Ki pronounced after much tortured moaning. He ripped Aaron’s mouth free and pushed him back on the small bed, following him. The bedsprings groaned.

  Aaron welcomed his weight. Welcomed his kiss. Welcomed the murmured “I love you” before Ki sat back on his knees.

  Ki reached for the bottle of lube and poured a cool line of it on the underside of Aaron’s cock. He gestured with his chin. “Play with that.”

  Obedient, Aaron reached for his own throbbing erection and smoothed the clear liquid all over it. Ki, meantime, was busy pouring lube on his own cock. He lowered his wet hand behind Aaron’s scrotum and unerringly found Aaron’s opening. His fingers slipped inside.

  Aaron nearly arched off the bed at the feel of any part of Ki inside him again. “Yoshiki,” he moaned.

  Ki’s fingers scissored in the tight enclosure. “Oh, yeah, you missed me being in here, didn’t you?”

  “Yes!”

  “You want me here, don’t you?”

  “God, yes!”

  Lube-wet hands pulled at Aaron’s hips until he lay tilted up on Ki’s thighs, one leg draped over Ki’s shoulder and the other held out to the side. Aaron was painfully aware of his vulnerable position, but the intense need in Ki’s scowl reassured him. Ki wanted him.

  Ki loved him.

  Ki used one wet hand to aim his cock and then pushed forward. Both men groaned as Aaron’s body parted to accept him. Ki wrapped Aaron’s leg around his waist, then used both hands to pull Aaron up until Ki’s cock was seated fully. He threw back his head, all the muscles in his gorgeous torso standing out in awesome relief. “God, Red!”

  Aaron could only groan, too overcome by the sight and sound of his lover to utter coherent words.

  Ki flexed and pumped, wonderfully abrading the inside of Aaron’s ass with his cock. Aaron urgently yanked at his own cock, reaching down to nudge and pull at his balls. Ki sank deep and hit that glory spot within that made Aaron see stars. The old, uncomfortable bed creaked and groaned with them, jouncing under the weight of two grown men struggling for completion. Aaron wiggled in his vulnerable position, trying to help Ki sink deeper, but Ki didn’t need any help. With one arm wrapped around the thigh pressed against his chest and the other again holding Aaron’s other knee out to the side, he was in the perfect position to rock in and out of Aaron at his leisure. Only, he wasn’t feeling leisurely. He fucked with a purpose, driving home to both him and Aaron that the ass that squeezed his cock was his, that the body that belonged to it was his.

  Aaron couldn’t agree more. “Yoshiki!” he cried, starting up that heated ramp to orgasm. “God, Yoshiki, yes! Please!”

  Ki groaned, giving Aaron all he asked for and more.

  Aaron found his stride and pumped his cock, too far gone to stop himself. Ki muttered words of encouragement, clearly chasing his own fulfillment. Aaron screamed, releasing come all over his belly seconds before Ki tensed with a strangled groan and came inside Aaron’s welcoming body.

  Ki released Aaron’s leg, and Aaron watched it fall boneless from Ki’s shoulder to the bed. Ki leaned forward, his cock slipping from Aaron as he covered his lover’s body and sought his lips in a soul-searching kiss.

  “I love you,” he murmured, holding Aaron close.

  “I love you, too.”

  Epilogue

  Aaron stared at the phone as he clicked it shut. He’d told them. He hadn’t intended to come out over the phone, but his mother had called and browbeaten him, insisting he tell her what was wrong or she was going to get on an airplane, Christmas or not. Without really meaning to, he’d told her he’d fallen in love and that he and his “other” had just made up from an awful fight. She was delighted to hear they’d made up and told him that he just had to bring the young woman home. Staring at Ki, who sat on the other end of the sectional with Aaron’s feet on his lap, Aaron had said it. He’d told his mother that the person he’d fallen in love with was actually a man. She had gone quiet. Then she had carefully asked him if he was happy. When he said yes, she’d burst into tears. His moment of panic had only been a brief moment before she staunchly declared that as long as her baby was happy, she didn’t care if he loved a man or a woman. Shockingly, Aaron’s father had taken the phone and uttered similar, if less effusive, comments. They finally let him off the phone, promising to come to Indiana and bring his man with him. He’d agreed only after getting Ki’s bemused nod of approval.

  “You okay?” Ki asked carefully.

 
Aaron twisted slightly so he could reach the end table behind him and set the phone on it. “Yeah. I think so.”

  “You believe them?”

  “Huh?”

  “You think they’re really happy for us?”

  “Oh. Yeah.” He grinned. “They’re great. I shouldn’t have worried.”

  “Hmm. Hope my parents are as understanding.”

  “You think they’ll be a problem?”

  Ki shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.”

  Aaron had his doubts, but decided to leave the discussion for another time.

  They sat in the living room of Ki’s house ‑‑ their house. Ki had badgered him until he’d agreed that, yes, he’d move. Illumination was provided by the muted television and the tiny store-bought Christmas tree Ki had insisted they buy on the way back to the house. Thankfully, the thing had come already decorated. A Year Without a Santa Claus played muted on the screen. He’d missed both Heat Meister and Snow Meister while on the phone with his parents. They’d have to rewind it; those were his favorite Christmas characters.

  “What?”

  Aaron turned his face back to Ki. “What?”

  “What’s that smile?”

  Aaron felt the bemused tilt to his mouth. It matched the warm glow in his heart. “I’m happy.”

  Ki smiled. He shifted, stretching out to lie behind Aaron on the couch. Aaron adjusted willingly, holding up the snuggly warm blanket that shielded their naked skin from the air that was chilly despite the fact that the heat was on. They hugged loosely. Kissed softly.

  Ki grinned. “I’ve decided on what I want for Christmas.”

  Aaron blinked up at him. “Huh?”

  “I know what I want you to give me for Christmas.”

  Aaron snorted. “Giving you my heart’s not enough?”

  Smiling warmly, Ki kissed the tip of his nose. “Almost. I want one more thing.”

  “What’s that?”

  Ki grinned wickedly. “I still haven’t gotten to watch you use that dildo.”

  Jet Mykles

  As far back as junior high, Jet used to write sex stories for friends involving their favorite pop icons of the time. To this day, she hasn’t stopped writing sex, although her knowledge on the subject has vastly improved.

  An ardent fan of fantasy and science fiction sagas, Jet prefers to live in a world of imagination where dragons are real, elves are commonplace, vampires are just people with special diets and lycanthropes live next door. In her own mind, she’s the spunky heroine who gets the best of everyone and always attracts the lean, muscular lads. She aids this fantasy with visuals created through her other obsession: 3D graphic art.

  Only recently, through the wonders of the digital age, has Jet, a self-proclaimed hermit, been able to really share this work with others. It was through a series of images posted to the erotic art website Renderotica and encouragement from the fabulous Angela Knight that she finished and submitted a story to Loose Id.

  In real life, Jet lives in southern California with her boyfriend of nine years, his daughter and father and nine cats. She has a bachelor’s degree in acting, but her loathing of auditions has kept her out of the limelight. So she turned to computers and currently works in product management for a software company, because even in real life, she can’t help but want to create something out of nothing.

  Visit Jet on the Web at www.computerotika.com or email her at JetM@computerotika.com.