Indigo Knights: The Boxed Set

by Jet Mykles

  Oh man, he did love that. “Yes.” The admission bled from him without his permission.

  “I can make it good. I swear.” More kissing. Intense. Like Izzy was sipping slowly from his heart. “Please?”

  He knew it was wrong. It couldn’t be right. Not given what he wasn’t, what he knew, and what Izzy had told him tonight. But that all seemed so far away, and the bundle in his arms was so desperate, so needy. For the first time in a long time, Rabin felt certain that he had exactly what someone else needed. He let Izzy keep kissing him, let his hands roam up Izzy’s back. He could provide comfort. He could accept pleasure. Yeah.

  When Izzy’s palm pressed his cock through the leather, he had to admit defeat. Comfort or lust, whatever it was, he was lost. He wanted this. His groan announced it for him, and Izzy’s groan confirmed that the information had been passed on. Trembling subsided as eager hands yanked open his fly and rummaged inside to fish out Rabin’s cock. Rabin sucked in Izzy’s tongue when a fist closed around his shaft. Izzy swallowed Rabin’s curse as the fist stroked up to squeeze the head. Fuck. Izzy knew what he was doing, finding the right places to rub and squeezing with just the right pressure.

  They kissed while Izzy worked Rabin’s cock. But then, in a flurry of movement, Izzy shoved out of Rabin’s lap to sink to the floor between his knees. Stop him. Rabin fell back on his elbows, staring blearily at the ceiling, amazed by the heat surging through his veins. Stopping Izzy just wasn’t going to happen. His body was completely in tune with the other man, who now had the leather pants all the way open and was pressing one cheek to the length of Rabin’s erection. “Oh fuck.”

  “Yes.” Izzy growled, now kissing up the shaft as his hands yanked Rabin’s pants down his hips as far as they would go.

  Rabin had to clutch the bedding, stifling a shout when Izzy’s warm, wet mouth closed over the tip of him. Obviously it’d been too long since he’d had sex. That was the only possible explanation for how damn good it felt. His hips thrust up, hindered by the palms Izzy pressed to Rabin’s thighs to support himself as he slowly took in most of Rabin’s cock.

  “Fu-uck.” Rabin groaned, going cross-eyed from the gorgeous sensation.

  He glanced down, and the look of pure bliss on Izzy’s face as he tilted his head was almost Rabin’s undoing. Black hair fell in loose curls to either side of his face and over Rabin’s hips, darker shadows in the surreal light. Groaning, Rabin let his head fall back again, lost to Izzy’s expertise. Izzy wrapped one hand firmly around the base of Rabin’s cock to hold it while he bobbed his head up and down. Lips met fist, then dragged back up, coating Rabin’s cock with saliva so that both lips and fist could work together on the next stroke.

  “Christ, you’re gonna kill me.” He fucking near whimpered, then gritted his teeth as Izzy worked his cock like a pro. He was trying to last as long as he could, but it just wasn’t possible. That tingle was in his balls and was only going to keep going until he blew. “I’m gonna go.”

  With a wet slurp, Izzy’s mouth released him, and his fist throttled the base of Rabin’s shaft. “Not yet.”

  Rabin uncrossed his eyes and popped his head up to see Izzy draw away to stand by the side of the bed. Wet, swollen lips smiled at him before Izzy ripped off his shirt, then started on his pants.

  Shit, this is happening.

  “Just relax,” Izzy crooned softly, pushing jeans down his slim hips. If there was any underwear, Rabin didn’t see it. Izzy’s cock sprang free and full from a dark nest of curls at its base. Damn it all if Rabin wasn’t of the opinion that even Izzy’s cock was pretty. “You don’t have to do anything.” Naked, Izzy knelt on the bed, reaching for Rabin’s waistband. “I’ll take care of everything.”

  Rabin fell back on the bed to lift his hips so Izzy could get his pants off. He was beyond stopping now, but that didn’t mean he had to cop out and let Izzy run the show. Izzy dropped the leather, then knelt over his own jeans, pawing through the pockets. Sex was a two-person activity, or at least it always had been in Rabin’s philosophy. Just because it was with a guy this time didn’t mean that had to stop. Decided, Rabin sat up abruptly, grabbing Izzy’s hand when he stood. Izzy’s dark eyes widened in surprise.

  “Who says I don’t want to do anything?”

  Before Izzy could protest, Rabin hauled him by the wrist onto the mattress and flipped him onto his back. A small tube fell from Izzy’s hand, and Rabin recognized that he’d pulled lube from his jeans.

  He rolled to kneel over the smaller man. “You came prepared?”

  With his hair fanned across the pillows, Izzy looked like a fallen angel, spread out and naked underneath Rabin. His arms had landed above him, exposing pale forearms and stretching the sides of his torso. He wasn’t sculpted, but he wasn’t without tone, his muscles smooth with gentle curves. Tiny nipples peaked in the heated air between them, and his cock lay like a dark snake across his lower belly.

  Izzy grinned, eyes still wide with delighted surprise. “I was hopeful.”

  Fuck it. Rabin’s cock told him he wanted the body beneath him, whether it be male or female. It was inviting, and it was willing. Braced on one elbow, Rabin brought his free hand up to cup Izzy’s jaw, watching the grin fade to an optimistic parting of lips. He kissed those lips, coaxing them farther open with his tongue so he could get a proper taste. With his sigh, Izzy’s arms came down and wrapped around Rabin’s neck, pulling them flush together as they kissed. Rabin let his hand wander down Izzy’s neck, across his chest, and down his side until he found the sharp bone to one side of Izzy’s hip. No swell, no cushion like on a girl, just that thrust of bone beneath silky-soft skin. Not to mention that something decidedly not female pressed eagerly against Rabin’s belly. Rather than be turned off, it intrigued him, an obvious and somewhat familiar sign of Izzy’s arousal. At first, Izzy’s bent knee blocked Rabin from reaching between them, but Rabin firmly pushed it aside.

  Izzy pulled from the kiss, anxious. “You don’t have to.”

  Rabin grunted and recaptured Izzy’s lips while he wormed his hand between them to wrap his fingers around Izzy’s cock. That should let him know that Rabin was all the way into this. Izzy moaned, the eager sound goading Rabin on. He might have never done it from this angle, but he knew how to yank cock well enough, and the pleading that oozed from Izzy’s throat told him what felt best. Intrigued and more turned on than he ever recalled being, he commandeered Izzy’s mouth and jacked his cock as the man underneath him came apart.

  “Wait—” Izzy tried to stop him, pushing at his shoulders.

  Rabin growled, unaware of what came over him. He wasn’t usually this demanding. “Come for me.”

  Izzy’s eyes rolled up into his head, and his mouth went wide. Dark hair stuck in clumps to the sweat on his forehead and cheeks. Just a few more pumps and Izzy cried out, fingers digging into the meat of Rabin’s shoulders while wet warmth spurted all over Rabin’s hand and their bellies. Well, that’s different. Yes, but then again, no. Exciting, just like sex should be.

  “Damn.” Izzy closed his eyes and dug the heel of one palm into the bridge of his nose.

  Absurdly proud of himself, Rabin propped up on one elbow to watch Izzy’s panting recovery. Quite deliberately, he smoothed his wet hand up Izzy’s chest to dry it.

  Swallowing, Izzy brought down his hand and finally focused on Rabin. His little smile was adorable. “That was awesome.”

  “Thank you.”

  Sated eyes narrowed, and Izzy’s short nails raked down Rabin’s chest. “Now you.”

  Rabin tilted his head back, sighing as both of Izzy’s hands wrapped around his cock.

  “What do you want?” Izzy murmured, nibbling at Rabin’s jaw as his grip slowly dragged upward. “My mouth or my hands?”

  Startled, Rabin blinked, then looked down at Izzy. “I thought we were…”

  What he couldn’t say must have shown in his eyes, because Izzy blinked back, showing similar surprise. “You want that.”

  Rabin
swallowed, the grip on his cock making it hard to concentrate. As good as it felt, as heavenly as Izzy’s mouth was, instinct told him that burying deep in Izzy’s ass would be mind-blowing. Still… “No. Not if you don’t.”

  “Oh God, I do, but I didn’t think…” One thumbnail gently teased at the tip of Rabin’s cock, thoroughly scrambling his brain. Lips brushed the pulse at his throat. “Roll over, and I’ll ride you.”

  “No.” Rabin didn’t know what had gotten into him and, at the moment, couldn’t care. “You roll over.”

  Hesitation. “You sure?”

  “Yes.”

  Hands were gone, and Rabin had to push back onto his knees to give Izzy room to roll over. He took the time to grab the lube. It’s not like I haven’t done this before, he told himself. Anal sex, that is. He’d been with girls who went wild over it. It couldn’t be that different, could it? But then he took a good look at the perfect twin globes of Izzy’s ass, topped by two adorable divots, and he knew that it wouldn’t be the same.

  No turning back.

  He unscrewed the top of the tube and squirted some of the cool liquid onto his fingers. Aware that dark eyes were watching him over Izzy’s shoulder, he leaned down to brush his lips over one side of Izzy’s back while his fingers traced the crack of Izzy’s ass. Sighing, Izzy relaxed, drawing one of his knees almost up to his side, opening himself, making it easier for Rabin to tease him open and find that tight little hole. Rubbing slowly, Rabin thoroughly wet the outside and took time for another squirt of lube before returning to ease the tip of one finger inside.

  Izzy let out a little squeal, hugging a pillow to his chest. “You don’t have to be so careful,” he whispered.

  Rabin smiled against the skin of his back. “I like it this way.” Encouraged, he let his entire finger slide slowly in before drawing it out.

  “Okay by me.” Izzy sighed. “I’m just saying.”

  Slipping the finger in again, he slid his nose up Izzy’s spine until he could whisper in Izzy’s ear. “Stop talking.”

  Even though there was a veil of hair covering Izzy’s face, Rabin saw the grin. He rewarded it by pushing two fingers inside Izzy’s ass.

  “Ah!”

  Rabin froze, afraid he’d gone too fast. But then Izzy bit his lip and pushed his ass back into Rabin’s hand, rolling his hips a little. Rabin smiled and twisted his hand, this time reading the squeak as one of pleasure. Suppressing his own urgency underneath the fun of finding a lover’s hot spots, he took the time he could to prod and rub. But he could only put off his cock for so long. The three fingers buried tightly inside, together with the push of Izzy’s hips and the gorgeous, wordless pleas that pushed from his throat, convinced Rabin it was time to move on.

  “Don’t move,” he whispered into Izzy’s nape, pulling back.

  Anxious eyes found him over Izzy’s shoulder. “Where are you going?”

  “You forgot a condom.”

  “Oh. Right.”

  Rabin went to the dresser to open his wallet and pull out the strip of two that he’d been carrying for the night. He returned to the bed, aware Izzy was still watching him through that veil of hair. Did he think it hid the twinkle of his eyes or the curve of his chin? If so, he was badly mistaken, but Rabin wasn’t going to correct him. Rabin ripped open a condom and dropped the second on the mattress before rolling lubed latex onto his erection. Izzy had been obedient enough about not moving, one knee still bent near his side, the other stretched out at an angle. Rabin could just see the curve of his balls underneath the winking pucker of his hole. Balls. Strange. But they didn’t bother him. Rather, he thought they were cute, all dark and drawn up.

  He knelt on the bed and put his hands to Izzy’s ass, taking a moment to squeeze both sides. Izzy squeaked again, and then Rabin was done stalling. Kneeling over Izzy’s back, he braced one hand on the mattress and used the other to aim his cock at Izzy’s opening. He pushed, Izzy arched to roll his hips, and then Rabin was sinking into tight, hot heaven.

  “Oh fuck.” Izzy breathed it for him.

  Rabin’s forehead pressed the back of Izzy’s shoulder as he used his hands to pull the smaller man up a little to ease the angle of their union. It felt too good. “I’m sorry,” he rasped. “I’m not going to last long.”

  “’S okay.” Strong fingers reached back to twine around his neck. “Fuck me.”

  Groaning, Rabin lifted his face enough to bury it in the back of Izzy’s neck. Smothered in damp, floral-scented curls, he bit down at the join of neck to shoulder and shoved his cock in to the hilt.

  “Oh God, yes!”

  Relieved by Izzy’s shout, Rabin pulled out and shoved in hard. Once inside, he lost his finesse and couldn’t find control to go slow. He could only hope that Izzy could take it as he slammed in hard enough to hear the slap of Izzy’s ass against his hips.

  Izzy writhed beneath him, pushing up, arching, crying wordlessly as his body sucked Rabin in. Rabin grunted and dropped down flush atop him, not so much thrusting as rolling his hips hard into Izzy’s. He hooked an arm around Izzy’s chest and pulled them both partially onto their sides. Izzy kept his knee bent and grappled with the bedspread in his desperation. Through a haze, Rabin realized that part of that grappling was Izzy’s hand furiously pumping his own cock. Christ, he was hard again?

  That was it. Rabin lost his rhythm and his control at once. Release exploded at the base of his spine and flooded over his senses. He pressed his cheek against the back of Izzy’s skull and held on to his chest for dear life. Coherent thought was almost back when Izzy cried out. His arm stopped pumping, and the grip on Rabin’s still-hard cock pulsed, making him groan in painful pleasure.

  Izzy wilted in his arms, but Rabin was unwilling to let him go. They stayed, interlocked like pieces of a puzzle, for long moments as a square of moonlight inched off the bed.

  With a groan, Rabin slowly unwound his arm from Izzy’s chest. “You okay?”

  “Mmm.” Izzy slumped forward, face in the pillows. “’M great.”

  Smiling, Rabin rolled away, letting his cock ease out of Izzy’s ass. He smoothed a hand down the long curve of Izzy’s spine until he could lightly smack one swell of his ass. Beautiful. He groaned again, arm coming up over his head as he swayed onto his back.

  After a quiet moment, Izzy stirred, pushing up onto his elbows and turning to face Rabin. He had to scrabble with the mess of his hair to clear it from his face. Then he studied Rabin carefully. “You okay?”

  Rabin gave him a smile. “I’m great.”

  “Really?” One palm hesitantly rested on the near side of Rabin’s chest. “You’re not freaked or anything?”

  Rabin pretended to think about it, then shook his head, resuming his smile. “Nope.” Which, in itself, was kind of freaky, but he was too worn out to worry about it.

  “Oh good.” Izzy slumped toward him and hid his face against Rabin’s side for a moment. Then he peeked up again, this time with a smile. “I’m hungry, though.”

  Rabin barked a laugh. “Hungry?”

  With the boundless energy of the teenager he resembled—but isn’t, Rabin assured himself—Izzy scrambled up onto his knees. “Starving.” He pushed forward to press his lips briefly to Rabin’s. “You took a lot out of me, old man.”

  “Old man!” Rabin grabbed for him, but Izzy scampered from the bed with a laugh.

  “C’mon downstairs. I’ll make you something to eat.”

  Smiling, Rabin watched Izzy’s very naked ass disappear through the bedroom door. Izzy didn’t seem the worse for wear, and he was pretty sure they’d both enjoyed what they’d just done. He’d been in this position before with girls and hoped he could keep things on a friendly basis. And if it happened again…?

  He had to think about it, staring at the ceiling. Did he want it to happen again? Truth? Yeah. Might just be the afterglow, but fucking Izzy had been mind-altering. He hadn’t come so hard in years. Maybe he had been missing something with guys all this time. Did that mean he was g
ay? Bisexual? He had to think about that one too, about Brent and Hell, about Brent’s band members. Most of them had been with women before and settled on a man, and they were some of the happiest couples Rabin had ever met. Was he gay? Maybe, maybe not, but it was certainly not something to dread.

  Chapter Five

  Come for me. God, he’d actually said that. In context. And meant it. Most surprising of all, Izzy had.

  Rabin was thinking too much. He acknowledged that to himself as he grabbed a pair of shorts from his suitcase, but he had to get his head on straight before he went downstairs. He’d heard Izzy leave his room already, presumably hosed off and dressed in something. Rabin hoped he wasn’t naked. Although… The thought made his balls tingle. Damn, what was wrong with him? He could only wonder as he stepped into the bathroom and grabbed a cloth. He watched the water soak it, then glanced up at his reflection. He looked fucked. His pale skin was flushed, his chestnut hair was more of a mess than usual, and lube shone all over his lower belly. But it was his eyes, he decided, that gave away the level of his excitement. They only got that particular shade of deep blue when he had really good sex. He shook his head, using the wet cloth to swipe at his chest and groin. It was because the sex was new. That was it. Sex was always exciting when it was new. New person, new position, new places. Tonight he’d had all that plus a new gender. That made him laugh, and he heard the edge to it. I’m losing it.

  Wiped down, he rinsed the cloth and draped it over the side of the sink, stepped into his shorts, ran his hands through his hair, and left the room. He headed straight for the hall, then the stairs. He wasn’t going to hide. There was no reason to hide.

  The sharp snap of a knife hitting a chopping board sounded from the brightly lit kitchen. Izzy was at the island, a bowl in front of him and at least five different kinds of fruit assembled on the tile around the board. Rabin was relieved to see that he was dressed, wearing lightweight blue-and-white-striped drawstring pants that hung low on his hips. He gave Rabin a grin, then concentrated on his chopping. “I can make more than this, if you want. A sandwich or an omelet? Or”—he brandished the huge knife toward the refrigerator—“I can reheat some of the pasta from last night.”