by Willa Okati
“All of it?” Jory touched David, gentle as if he were touching china. Then, harder, like a man should. “Even this part? Being on top.”
David nodded a little shakily. “But I’m ready. I want you that way. Wide open for me. I love you, so it’s fair that you get to be my first time.”
“I will kill Tommy if I meet him,” Jory swore. His eyes flickered golden for a moment. “Would you hate me if I did?”
David considered the thought. “No.”
“Good.”
They held still for a moment, drinking each other in. David bent for one more desperate kiss, then, no more stopping, undid Jory’s jeans and slid them off. Jory’s cock was so hard it lay almost flush against his belly, a small string of clear fluid trailing down onto his belly. “Beautiful,” David breathed. “Gorgeous.”
“Suck me?”
“Maybe later,” David teased. He couldn’t resist a touch, though. The skin felt just as velvet-soft as the few he’d laid hands on in his lifetime, although barely warm. “Let’s get you heated up.” He stroked Jory in a way he knew was too light and too easy to really satisfy. Given how his lover groaned and thrust up impatiently, David figured he’d better get on with the action and give a little more than he was getting.
Slowly, dragging the moment out to make it last, David lifted one of Jory’s legs and draped it over his shoulder. Kissing the calf, he guided Jory’s other leg around his waist. Jory grasped on tightly, pulling David closer to ground zero.
“Wait -- wait -- lube?” David gasped. Jory swore and dug around beneath the couch they’d landed next to. A second later, a small tube was slapped into his hand. “Condom. Do we need --?”
Jory shook his head. “Vampire. Can’t catch or pass anything.”
“First time for this, too.” David’s hands shook as he smoothed the sticky fluid over his erection.
He felt Jory touch him, a little desperate, a little gentle. “You’re ready for this? I don’t want to rush you.”
“Yeah, but I do. I am.” He dolloped more lube onto his fingers and probed tenderly. Jory yelled, but in pleasure, as David penetrated Jory’s ass with one digit. His lover clasped David’s arms, tugging him in tighter with both legs. They were past talking by then.
Two fingers, then three, and David’s nervousness slowly changed into something more like confidence. This felt right and natural. Didn’t matter what Jory was. All that mattered was the core of the man. The love between them and the lust each charged up within the other.
“Ready?” David asked at last, lining his cock up with Jory’s entrance. “Here I come.”
“Please ...” Jory whispered. He sucked in a deep breath as David pushed carefully. Short, easy strokes, an inch at a time, until he was seated almost all the way inside. David gripped hard at whatever he was able to reach, trying not to come that instant. The way Jory hugged him from the inside was unbelievable. Maybe they were both virgins, in a way.
Then, as he learned the pace, David began to push forward and pull back. He heard himself voicing loud, rough cries as he thrust, mingled with Jory’s own moans and incoherent babblings for more, faster, harder.
Red rolled over his vision and all rational thought melted away. The only thing that mattered was more of the tight wetness, the feel of Jory’s heels digging into his back, and the orgasm he felt starting to explode in his gut, and -- oh, God, God, God!
David came to and found himself draped over Jory. He’d slipped out and Jory was still hard beneath him, pushing up in a frantic rhythm. Although he felt like he was made of jelly, he managed to push a hand between them and lock his hand over Jory’s cock, rapidly rubbing up and down in a tight grip, hard as he was able. Jory gave a strangled cry, arched one last time, then sticky wetness flooded out between their joined bellies.
There was a long moment of silence, both men inhaling and exhaling raggedly. “Alive,” Jory said abruptly. “It’s almost as good as.”
David smiled, sleepy. He carefully unwound Jory’s legs from around his middle and off his shoulder, arranging them like a display. “I’m heavy. I should move.”
“Not too heavy for me.” All the same, Jory’s arms were there to welcome him as David collapsed by the vampire’s side. “Have to admit I like you there, too.”
“Better than in the other place?” David teased, walking his fingers over Jory’s chest. “That was ...” he swallowed. “Wonderful. There aren’t words.”
“Then there don’t need to be words.” Jory brushed his lips across David’s. “Whatever tomorrow has in store, let it wait for tomorrow. For us, right now, there’s just this moment.” He entwined his legs with David’s. “Let’s sleep, lover. You and me, together.” There was a moment of silence, then Jory added, “You don’t have to be afraid anymore, you know. I’ll keep you safe.”
And lying there, David believed him. He let his eyes drift shut, feeling Jory’s fingers dance light patterns over his ribs. He’d never fear the night again. David knew what was out there, now, and one part of it had promised to protect him.
Safe and secure in that knowledge, and in the arms of the man he loved, David relaxed until soft and easy, he fell asleep ...
His last thought was that he couldn’t wait to introduce The Brotherhood to Jory.
* * * * *
Liam had watched the pair of men disappear through the crowd. He turned to Oliver, feeling peace steal through his body. “Another success,” he murmured. “Now, about that gin and tonic?”
Oliver poured for him, his/her hands dancing over the bottles. “You know, you can’t keep this up,” s/he said seriously. “How many of you are there waltzing around Amour Magique? I know you can project yourself in as many shapes as you want, but it can’t be healthy.”
“Ah, well.” Liam accepted the sparkling glass from Oliver. “I promised I would keep an eye on The Brotherhood. It grows easier as each of them finds their heart’s true love, no matter what they go through to achieve it.”
“So, David?” Oliver leaned on his/her bar. “Does his story end here?”
“Oh, no.” Liam took a sip of his drink. “There is, as you might say, an epilogue.” Another sip, and a sigh of satisfaction. “They’ll be on their way to a satisfying climax. And I do mean that in every sense of the word.”
Oliver topped off Liam’s cocktail. “You worked a little of your hocus-pocus to get David to handle what Jory is, didn’t you?”
“No.” Liam turned the glass around and around in his hands. Slowly, he smiled. “David is so much more than he himself believes. His heart was big enough to accept a vampire, so long as that creature loved him. He will be full of questions, but Jory can provide all the answers that he needs.”
“Think they’ll have a happily ever after?”
Liam half-closed his eyes. He toyed with the blue crystal at his neck. “By the Tear ... I think so.” He gave the pendant a spin. “In fact, I am sure of it.”
And, raising his glass, he saluted love given to those who deserved it.
Willa Okati
Although a relative newcomer to the field of e-publishing, Willa Okati has been writing since before she was old enough to pick up a pen. She thinks she knows where those dictated stories are hidden, but she'll never tell.
Willa is also very interested in the paranormal: magery, Wicca, New Age philosophy, transgender studies, and of course, writing. You can drag her away from the computer if you really fight, but you'd better be prepared for a battle.
Just so she doesn't sound entirely dull, Willa has her fun: she is a practicing member of the SCA (Society for Creative Anachronism) and is involved in her community. She is owned by far too many cats, all of which have serious attitudes, and addicted to anything made out of chocolate or involving coffee. She is quiet, but has a very wicked sense of humor that springs out when you least expect it.
A secretary for eight years, she now writes full-time -- and wouldn't trade it for the world.
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