by Willa Okati
Damn it.
"Rack?" he calls, sprawling inelegantly, as if he were home alone already. "What's the hold-up?"
"Keep your hair on and your pants off," Rack orders. "I'm almost done. Just want to make sure I don't look like a right tosser, is all."
Daniel perks up a little. "Are you putting on something special?"
"Mmm. Might be, yeah."
"Is it soft?"
He hears a chuckle. "Parts of it, yeah."
"What about the rest?"
"Mmm." This time the sound is long, like a purr. "Hard. You'll like those bits, love."
Daniel's getting desperate. "Rack, if you don't get out here now, I'm coming in after you."
"And wouldn't that be a shame? Me and you in this nice, enclosed space..."
"Rack."
"All right, all right." The bathroom light clicks off, and Rack's stepping out into the bedroom. Daniel would like to say his lips part and his eyes widen, but frankly, his jaw drops and he stares. Rack is... God, there aren't words. He's dressed up in a pair of silk boxers and a silk robe, both in shades of deep crimson, and the rest of his tattooed body is on gorgeous display, from six-pack to rock-hard calves and small feet.
Daniel notices, just in passing, that the calves aren't all that's hard on Rack.
"God, Rack, you..." He struggles for words. "You look like you just fell off a really pornographic wedding cake."
Rack smirks and blows him a kiss. "Ta, love. That right there was the look I was going for."
"No, no." Daniel's scrambling up now onto one knee. "I meant that you look gorgeous. Like I've never seen you before. You look..."
"Classy, in a pornographic sort of way?' Rack grins and begins sauntering closer to the bed. "I can pull it off, I think. And don't you let your mind go there, you juvenile. I meant the look."
Daniel mimes zipping his lips, then violates treaty by reaching out to run his hand down Rack's silk-covered arm and saying, "God, I want you."
"Good," Rack says, purring again. "Come and have me, then."
"Wasn't there going to be some ogling of my naked body first?"
"Who says I haven't been? And there's plenty of time for both of us to take a turn. 'Sides, I want you to see the rest of this outfit first."
"Oh, God, there's more?" Daniel is already reaching for Rack's robe, slipping it off two well-shaped shoulders and down Rack’s arms. He gapes again, because now that it's out of the way he can see a thin golden chain threaded through Rack's nipple rings, coming down to join his navel ring, and traveling all the way to his boxers. "You didn't."
"Check me out and see if I did." Rack thrusts his pelvis at Daniel. "Go on. I want your hands on my body, undressing me. Want to feel those lovely callused palms on my skin, skating up and down, giving me the good shivers. Want to quake with anticipation over what's coming next."
"Then start shaking in your non-existent boots." Daniel is mesmerized as he begins easing Rack's red boxers down, scooting them over the prominent bulge in the front that's already started making a small wet spot on the fabric. When the elastic clears Rack's groin, Daniel has to stop, and he stifles a small noise of mixed lust and fascination. Rack has gone the whole nine. That chain of his goes all the way down to his reverse Prince Albert, where it's looped around and trails off to dangle between his legs.
But there's more. He's got on something Daniel recognizes as being called the Gates of Hell, a binding on his cock that looks ungodly painful with all the metal, but absolutely mouthwatering. His balls are bound up high and tight, a dark purple, and the aforementioned cock is hard enough to reach up and touch his lower belly.
"Oh, fuck," Daniel says hoarsely, because there really is nothing else he can think of. Except, "You did this for me?"
Rack's grin is predatory. "Go on, finish what you've started. I want a proper job, now. No shortcuts like ripping these undergarments off. Pricey, they were."
Daniel's hands are shaking slightly as he pulls the elastic down Rack's legs. Wordlessly, he taps one foot and then the other for Rack to step out of them. This puts him on eye level with Rack's bound cock, and he'll be damned if he's not enjoying the view. The smell. The -- he darts his tongue out -- tangy, salty taste. Both he and Rack take in a sharp breath of air when he does that.
That's it. Daniel can't wait any longer. He wraps his mouth around the end of Rack's cock and gives it a good suck, holding on to Rack's legs. The metal chain twines around his tongue and he gives it a tug, exulting when Rack cries out in pleasure and buckles above him.
"I want this off, too," Daniel pulls off long enough to say, already hunting for the high-quality cock binder's fastenings. "Decorations are great, and we have got to play with this some other time, but right now I want you, Rack. Just you."
He feels Rack's hands come down to play in his hair, messing it up even further. "Then go ahead and have me," Rack breathes. "Do what you want, love. This is all your show. I'm just the pornographic icing."
Daniel knows Rack doesn't mean that the way it sounds, and besides, Rack loves icing. He struggles with the tiny clasps on the Gates of Hell, realizing why it took Rack so long in the bathroom. His fingers are bigger, and not half as nimble.
In the end, though, he gets the job done and the cock ring comes free. Daniel gives the extended length of Rack's cock a good long look, and decides he'll leave on the ball band. He likes the way they're so high, tight, and dark.
"Not gonna take complete pity on me then, are you?" Rack's hands tighten in Daniel's hair. "Good."
Daniel doesn't answer, because his mouth is busy. He's been here a hundred times before, but every time he sucks Rack off it's like their very first encounter. He counts the piercings on Rack's frenum ladder, his tongue stud clicking up and down, and hollows out his cheeks with the force of his suction.
Above him, Rack is moaning and calling upon the name of the Lord in ways that the being in question wouldn't appreciate. He's moved on from weaving his hands through Daniel's hair and is now grasping at his shoulders, kneading them like a giant cat.
And as for Daniel, he's in heaven. Going down on Rack is like nothing he's ever done before, and he wasn't a virgin when the two of them met. He's sucked enough cock in his time to know that there's plain, plain with sauce, spicy, and red-hot. Rack is off the jalapeno scale. The way he moves, the way he sounds...
Daniel's not thinking about this being the last time for six weeks. Very determinedly not thinking about that. No, he's just enjoying his mouthful of very fine cock, tasting salt and musk and the sharp tang of metal. He thinks that if the worst ever happened -- them parting ways on a permanent basis -- and he ended up someday with another cock in his mouth, he'd always remember Rack's flavor and texture, and the poor bastard he'd be with would come up short in the balance.
Rack shudders as Daniel inserts his tongue into the Prince Albert and tugs hard, knowing how much Rack loves that shock of pleasure-pain. He does it again, just to see what'll happen, teasing the dolphin on the underside with one of his fingers. That gives him an idea, and he goes straight for the guiche, twisting it to the left and the right, and then pressing up, hard.
"Oh, fuck, Daniel, fuck --" Rack gasps, and then he's coming, coming hard, deep in Daniel's mouth. Daniel gulps and swallows, drinking his lover down like he's water and they're stuck in the middle of the Mojave. Every drop of cream is savored, rolled around in his mouth, and finally swallowed with a tinge of regret.
When Rack's finished, his legs are shaking. Daniel helps hold him up and then guides him to the bed, easing him down into a sitting position. He kneels between Rack's spread legs and, as tenderly as he can, undoes the ball binding and unthreads the golden chain. If he gives that chain a few tugs along the way, well, it's for both their viewing and sensory pleasure, so where's the bad?
When the chain is finally untangled from all its loops and Daniel's placed it on the bedside table, he rubs his hands up and down Rack's thighs and finally lays his head on one of them. Rack touches
his head again, running his fingers through locks of over-long hair.
"You'll be needing a ponytail soon," Rack says without interrupting his petting. Daniel sighs and rolls his head against the light flesh of Rack's leg without saying a word. "Although I like the way you look right now, all disheveled and marked by my hands. Pity you can't or won't walk around with that just-been-fucked look all the time."
Daniel makes a small, embarrassed noise and closes his eyes. "Yeah, I heard about the little show you put on," Racks says, gently but casually. "You stole a bit of my thunder, putting that piece on display before I had a chance to pin up the snaps in my curtained booth."
Daniel groans.
"'S all right, though. Or rather, it'll be all right. You'll see."
"Rack, I got fired. F-i-r-e-d."
"And that means what to me?" Rack's fingers slip underneath Daniel's chin. He lifts Daniel's head so that they can look at each other, one on one. "You lost your job with the hammers and nails crew. You're a better carpenter than any of them any day of the year, and I won't hear you saying otherwise."
"It's not that, Rack." And it's not. Daniel's actually kind of glad he doesn’t have to work with Randy and Carl and the rest of those guys. He wouldn't want to, now that he's heard what he's heard. "It's just that I have to go home now, and-- "
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up there." Rack's eyes narrow. "Who said a bloody thing about us parting ways here?"
"Rack." Daniel lays his hands on the man's thighs. "We agreed. You support yourself, and I support myself on this tour. I pay my own way."
"Seems to me you took some vows not all that long ago saying that what was yours was mine, and vice versa. How's me keeping you in room and board on this trip any different?"
Daniel's hands curl into fists. "You -- I -- it's not the same, Rack."
"It's exactly the same, unless you didn't mean a word of what you said." Rack leans backwards, beckoning Daniel to follow him. Puzzled, and still a little bit contrary, Daniel follows until he's propped above Rack, gazing down at him in confusion.
A nimble hand slips between them and starts working Daniel's cock. Daniel gasps at the feeling, the sudden rush of blood downwards, and starts to swell under Rack's touch. He can feel his studs poking him from the inside out as he hardens, and knows that the cock tattoo is blooming into its true beauty. He thinks about the picture they must make and shudders with pleasure.
"Right," Rack murmurs, reaching up to cup Daniel's cheek with his free hand. "You want a job on this tour? Fine, you're my apprentice. It's not like I haven't been teaching you all along. And you're in charge of setting up my booth everywhere we go. I'll not have any of those other gormless tits putting their hands on my equipment." He squeezes. "That's your job, and yours alone."
"Rack, I can't..."
"Yes, you bloody well can, and you will." Rack gives Daniel's face a light shake. "You're not going to walk away from me for six weeks without so much as a by-your-leave."
"Rack..."
"It won't even be me paying you. The tour folks will be happy to pay for an assistant. They were so damn glad to have me, they can shell out a little more."
"Rack," Daniel repeats, shaking. This is all hitting him too hard too fast, and he doesn't know what to do. "I don't...I can't-- "
"Yes," Rack insists, "You can. And I want you to seal the deal with a proper fuck, Daniel. Push that big fat cock inside of me and make me scream." He guides Daniel's dick to his entrance, already lubed and stretched. His grin is coy. "Took care of a few other things while I was in the W.C."
Daniel can't resist. With a groan that seems to come pushing up from the bottom of his gut, he slides inside. The feel of his studs against the tight, hot channel in Rack's ass is enough to make him gasp for air, fight for his cool, and try to stay in control.
"Don't," Rack is saying, his hands cool and stroking and everywhere. "Don't think. Don't analyze. God, you feel good. Just be, Daniel, be."
Daniel finishes his slide all the way in, and he's about to thrust when he starts shaking. His orgasm is coming on way too soon, and he's fighting to hold it back, but it's way too difficult when his emotions are all keyed up to a fever pitch anyway and Rack's hands are absolutely everywhere, everywhere...
He lets out another groan, as deep as the first, and dives down for a hard, demanding kiss that Rack gladly gives as the first contractions of orgasm hit his lower belly. As if in slow motion he feels his balls rise and the pressure within them push forward, his cock in its tight casing jump and pulse, and then the come spurting out of him in thick dollops.
The moments seem to stretch out into years. Coming down takes an eternity. When he finally reaches the ground floor on the crazy elevator ride, he's still half-hard inside Rack and Rack is rubbing his back, crooning something off-key but light and soft. "Better now?" Rack asks, voice low. "That was a good one, yeah?"
"Oh, yeah." Daniel considers sliding out and getting up, but opts instead to rest his head on Rack's chest so he can go on with the loving. Rack continues to hum his odd lullaby, soothing Daniel down stage by stage until he's finally calm, and almost sleepy where he lies. His cock slips out by itself, but he doesn't move.
"Am I crushing you?" he asks sleepily.
"Not a bit, love. You stay right where you are." Pet, pet, pet. "Don't just do this for me, Daniel. Do the job for yourself, yeah? Show those bastards you won't take anything lying down, same as you wouldn't stand for them talking about us behind your back." Rack's hands feel so good that Daniel is so tempted... almost there...
"Besides, I want you by my side," Rack goes on, his movements never ceasing. "I would've had you as my apprentice if you hadn't gone and hired on with the carpentry squad first. You're good, love, good as some of those doing work out on the main floor, and if you stick with me you'll come out of this talented enough to start taking commissions at the parlor. Never hurts to learn a second trade." He chuckles. "'Course, this does mean you'll have to teach me how to operate a band saw. Share and share alike."
Daniel laughs despite himself. "You are not setting foot near my power tools."
"See? You're feeling more like yourself already." Rack gives a low, steady breath as Daniel finally moves off his slighter body, and settles by his side. He turns his head to face Daniel. "Say yes, eh? Do this for me. Let's us enjoy our honeymoon. It might be the strangest one anybody's ever had, but we'll have a fine old time."
Daniel has to close his eyes. It all seems too good to be true, but if he really can earn his own way, and if Rack's telling the truth about his talent... but no, Rack wouldn't lie, not even to make Daniel feel better... "You really think I have what it takes?"
"Know you do, love. And besides." Rack reaches for Daniel's tattooed hand and knits their fingers together. "For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. Weren't exactly the words we swore to, but they'll do. Prick you, and I bleed. Wheresoever you goest, I go. I reckon the same should apply."
Daniel opens his eyes to find Rack looking at him, the blue of his eyes gone dark with concern and burning with pure want. Something constricts in Daniel's stomach. Rack needs him on this tour. "All right," he says in a whisper. "It's a deal."
"Fucking yes, finally!" Rack exclaims before claiming Daniel's mouth in a thorough kiss that goes on until both their mouths are swollen and it's not so much of a kiss as it is mouths moving over one another, searching and seeking both comfort and joy. When they part, Rack licks his lips. "I'll just call for the paperwork to be sent up with our breakfast, eh? And tomorrow you'll spend your whole day with me, not with what's-his-name."
"His name's Josh," Daniel answers with a yawn that ends in a smile. "And he's a nice guy, Rack, you'd like him. Besides, I didn't spend the whole day. He just brought me a cup of something hot -- not coffee -- and we talked for a while. That's all."
"Well, anyone you like," Rack says before giving Daniel a lighter kiss. "Come on then, you and me. Let's have us a good coze before we move on to round two."
"Oh, so you're counting on a second round?"
"Love, with you I know for a fact that we'll go again." Rack brings their joined hands up between them and kisses Daniel's. "'S one of the reasons why I love you, but not the only one. And you know as much, don't you?"
Daniel's heart swells. "Yeah," he agrees. "I do."
"Good, then." Rack nips at Daniel's skin. "Good."
And it is.
Stranger Things Have Happened: New York
Copyright © 2006 by Willa Okati
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