Edge Jump

by Elizabeth Noble

“No, sir, neither.”

  “Then what?”

  Rylan smiled a little. “Excited. I—” He stopped and clamped his lips tightly together.

  “Go on.” Brett sat on the bed. “I’m interested.”

  “I…” Rylan faltered, rolled his shoulders, and then seemed to settle. “For a long time I’ve been curious, but other than watching porn I didn’t know where to go or who to ask. It’s not as if I’m in one place long enough to meet many people and develop that sort of relationship. It’s not exactly something you ask the girl at the coffee shop for a reference.” He shrugged one shoulder. “And I didn’t want to Google some club and go alone. Then Celia showed me that postcard and I looked up the location. I was trying to figure out how to ask her or Clive.”

  “I would’ve loved to have been a fly on the wall during that conversation.” He didn’t let on, but Brett was relieved to know Rylan probably already had an idea of what would interest and excite him during a scene. He leaned back on his elbows and watched how Rylan stared at Brett’s erection. “What did you enjoy watching the most?”

  “Restraint, denial, spanking.”

  “The basics, nice. During these times, you’re my boy and will be addressed as such. If you want to initiate a scene, simply refer to me as sir and if I’m in the mood I’ll call you boy,” Brett explained.

  Rylan arched an eyebrow and smirked. “Our private code words for ‘I’m horny’.”

  “Exactly, and it establishes our roles immediately. Of course, the opposite works too. If one of us isn’t ready for something or not in the mood, then saying ‘not now’ is sufficient.” He paused and waiting until Rylan nodded his agreement. “First I need my focus improved.” Brett held out one of the little foil condom packets to Rylan.

  Rylan’s fingers trembled as he reached out and took the packet. He looked expectantly at Brett.

  Smiling broadly, Brett instructed, “Figure it out.”

  Using his teeth, Rylan tore open the small package and inched forward on his knees until he was between Brett’s legs. He’d look up at Brett, then away every few seconds, each time his mouth would twitch into a small smile. As he rolled the condom over Brett’s cock Rylan moved so he straddled one of Brett’s shins.

  “Sneaky but won’t work.” Brett pulled his leg up and used his foot to push Rylan to the side. “I said no touching. That means you don’t use me for a humping post either.” In the next instant Brett dropped onto his back on the bed. He shoved the pillows under his shoulders, so he could admire the view as he let the sensations of Rylan’s mouth on his cock and his fingers on Brett’s balls consume him. He groaned, encouraging what he liked and would pull away when Rylan did something he didn’t care for. Rylan was smaller than Brett, not the normal sort of man Brett was attracted to, but dear Lord, he was drop dead stunning. Everything about Rylan was long and lean and elegant.

  Brett wasn’t going to kid himself into thinking he’d last very long, and he didn’t feel the need to try. He curled up and grabbed a handful of Rylan’s hair with one hand, moving him where he wanted him. It didn’t take long for Rylan’s enthusiasm to build and he was dragging his teeth along Brett’s cock, sucking on his head and squeezing his sac with one hand while pumping Brett’s cock with the other. He shuddered at the sight of Rylan’s long fingers wrapped around his balls and cock, his movements smooth and effortless. Brett got a sudden mental image of liquid steel for muscles. Having that power at his feet, willing to do his bidding was heady stuff indeed.

  “Oh, God, yeah, that’s—” Brett’s swallowed down his words when his balls tightened, and his cock began throbbing.

  Rylan kept working him until Brett’s cock was completely soft then shimmied up and rested his cheek on Brett’s belly.

  “Good start.” Brett stroked Rylan’s hair while he caught his breath. “Back where you were.”

  When Rylan silently oozed to his spot next to the bed, Brett swung off, pulled the condom off and disposed of it. He took his time putting his jeans and shirt back on, acutely aware of how Rylan watched every move he made. Squaring his shoulders, Brett crooked one finger at Rylan. “Stand up and come here.”

  Rylan stopped a few inches from Brett and obediently put his hands behind his back and stared at the floor even without Brett saying to do so. Brett reached out and unbuttoned Rylan’s jeans then tugged them down to just past his knees, hobbling him. He paced around behind Rylan before using his hand to deliver a few quick slaps to his rear. Rylan jumped, inhaled sharply, and sighed out breathy groans that sent a wave of satisfaction through Brett. Rylan twisted around and looked at his backside in the mirror.

  “Like that?” Brett murmured.

  “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

  Brett gave him a few more smacks then reached around and gripped Rylan’s cock. It was already moist and slippery from pre-cum and the hair was slicked to his skin. Rylan’s entire body quivered as he leaned his head back on Brett’s shoulder exposing his long neck. That was a little too much for Brett to resist. He curled his fingers around Rylan’s throat, caressing lightly. Brett bent his head and nipped lightly, careful not to leave marks since Rylan would be performing in a few days. Feeling how Rylan’s entire body tensed and trembled sent shivers through Brett.

  “Damn, you’re so fucking responsive,” Brett rumbled in Rylan’s ear which earned him another shudder coursing through Rylan. He wouldn’t have thought it possible, but the heat Rylan gave off increased. Brett inhaled deeply, reveling in the scent of Rylan’s aroused body mixed with his light cologne.

  He let go of Rylan’s cock and ran his palm up and down his torso. Each time he reached Rylan’s nipples he pinched and rolled one before reaching down to swipe his thumb over the head of Rylan’s cock. In a few short minutes, Rylan was moaning and trembling.

  Rylan gasped when Brett let go and stepped away, giving Rylan’s ass another few smacks before he wrapped one arm around his waist, turned him and caught him when his legs tangled in his jean. Scooping Rylan up, Brett eased him down on the bed, straddled his legs, and gripped his wrists in both hands, pinning him to the bed.

  He bent and covered Rylan’s left nipple with his mouth, alternating sucking and swirling his tongue around the areola until Rylan squirmed, his breath nothing but short gasps. When Brett raked his teeth over Rylan’s nipple and bit down lightly Rylan’s back arched and he cried out.

  Brett moved Rylan’s hands so they were above his head and gripped both wrists in one hand. He moved his mouth to Rylan’s right nipple and used his free hand to pinch and roll his left nipple. Brett repeated his actions, going from left side to right until Rylan was twisting, bucking, and nearly sobbing. His chest was flushed and his body a mass of quivering muscle.

  Letting go of Rylan’s wrists, Brett sat back and took hold of Rylan’s cock. He used quick strokes while rubbing his other palm over the head. Rylan’s legs stiffened and he arched up, Brett tightened his grip, squeezing with every stroke while Rylan sucked in a breath and garbled out a cry. Just as his cock jerked, Brett ordered, “Now, come now.” Moving fast he used one hand pressed to Rylan’s chest and settled his weight against Rylan’s legs to keep him from moving much, while pumping Rylan’s cock with his other hand until he was completely spent.

  Rylan sank back against the mattress dragging in huge breaths, he laughed a bit and smiled. “Oh, shit that was…” He shivered and ran one hand through his hair. “Thank you, sir.”

  Brett grinned and pushed off Rylan, so he was standing beside the bed, gazing down. He blew on his knuckles and rubbed them over his chest. “And my work here is done.”

  “Oh, geez.” Rylan rolled his eyes. He reached behind his head and pulled the pillow out then flung it at Brett, hitting him in the chest. “Care to join me in the shower?”

  “Not this time, or we’ll never make it to the show. Besides, that tub and shower is dangerously small.”

  Rylan shimmied off the bed and out of his jeans. He took a few steps toward the bathroom before
Brett stopped him with a hand around his waist and pulled Rylan in for a kiss, wanting to dismiss the disappointment on Rylan’s face. They separated and Brett added, “There will be plenty of showers. You need a lot of training, but we’re not rushing things.”

  Brett’s words were rewarded with a smile. When Rylan turned and walked to the bathroom Brett followed him, smacking his ass all the way to the door.

  Chapter 4

  Rylan’s skates hit the ice and he regained his balance just in time to keep from landing on his ass. Considering how it still stung from Brett’s spanking, falling would cause considerable discomfort, not to mention embarrassment from wiping out over doing such a simple maneuver. He needed to stop thinking about the way Brett’s red handprints on Rylan’s ass looked in the mirror while he was skating, or he was going to break his neck. He tried to listen to the choreographer give him directions while they began working out the routine he’d ‘skate’ with Celia in four days, but every stretch of his arms or twist of his torso made his undershirt move against his still ultra-sensitive nipples.

  Instead, he glanced at his watch and blessed his foresight for wearing looser yoga pants to practice. His dance belt, the protective under garment he wore, prevented anyone from seeing anything more than the ‘appropriate bulge’ as the manufacturer advertised. However, every move made his clothing scratch and pull against his skin and brought back memories of the day before. Recalling Brett’s hands and mouth on him caused his cock to heat and fill. Rylan’s thoughts centered not on his routine, but more on the things Brett could do to him. The belt would prevent spectators from seeing an erection, but not from Rylan having or feeling one. In fact, the way the belt held his penis tucked snugly against his lower belly brought his hard-on to the forefront of his thoughts even more.

  Rylan repeated the movements again, and this time his mind wandered to their attendance at the show last night. Brett had been charming and attentive despite spending time signing autographs for other spectators and those in Rylan’s troupe. He’d twice taken Rylan’s hand and tugged him close, making Rylan feel special and protected. There was some disappointment on Rylan’s part when Brett opted for the pull-out chair instead of sharing the bed with Rylan, but he accepted Brett’s explanation that he wasn’t ready for that step. Obviously sharing a bed meant a lot to him and Rylan respected that.

  “Lunch break,” the choreographer barked. “Hennessey! I know this is difficult, but when you come back, I expect your head to be screwed on straight and your concentration at one-hundred percent.” She was a tiny woman who scared the crap out of Rylan, and most of the other skaters.

  Brett promised to be there in time for lunch break, yet he was nowhere to be seen. Rylan nodded and glided off the ice, relieved to have a break. A few of the other performers invited him to join them, but he begged off. Rylan needed to be alone and get a grip. He sat in the arena employee cafeteria and picked at his food, upset over memories of him and Celia skating, and Brett’s absence.

  A big hand landed on his shoulder at the same time a large paper cup with a straw and a bag were set on the table. “Hey, sorry I’m late.” Brett swung the chair next to Rylan around and sat down. “I got stuck in line behind people who didn’t know what credit card to use everywhere I went.” He dug a deli sandwich out of the bag and offered Rylan half.

  “No, thanks.” Rylan waved at his own food.

  “I hope it’s okay that I hang around for the afternoon practice.” He picked up a larger bag Rylan noticed he’d set on the floor between them and held it open. “I made an impulse purchase which is the main reason I was late.”

  Rylan peeked inside the bag and saw a box from a local sporting goods store. “Skates!”

  “It would make me nuts watching so I bought a pair of hockey skates.” Brett went quiet for a few minutes while he ate. Once finished, he patted his stomach. “I was famished. I also stopped at the hotel and dropped other packages there.” He bobbed his eyebrows and smirked mischievously. “I got ahold of one of Clive’s sisters and sent his belongings to her house. She was very grateful. I did mention the tribute show and to let one of us know if they needed tickets, but she didn’t ask for any details.”

  “I guess that’s all we can do unless they reach out and ask for more,” Rylan said.

  Brett nodded. “That’s what I thought. And now, I’m looking forward to watching you skate and having a corner of the rink to get a little exercise myself.”

  The thought of what might be in those packages Brett left at the hotel made Rylan shift in his chair. “Are you going to tell me what you bought?”

  Brett looked at him and shook his head. “Oh, no, I think I’ll make you wait. Denial was something you mentioned.”

  Rylan snorted. “Not the type I was thinking of.”

  “It’s not my fault you can’t be specific.” Brett sucked on the straw in his drink and grinned while he swallowed.

  After lunch, they returned to the rink. Brett donned his new skates and did some figure eights at one end while rehearsal continued. His presence gave Rylan an unexpected sense of security and boosted his confidence. His concentration was back, so he wasn’t in danger of breaking bones from a fall. Even though Brett was skating away from the group, Rylan knew Brett watched every move he made. Rylan extended his arms and when he bent backward he didn’t miss how Brett’s gaze raked over his torso. The next movement, a Biellmann spin, required Rylan to lean forward, skate on one foot and lift the other up, reach back with both hands and grab his ankle, while gliding over the ice.

  He let go and with both feet on the ice again he skated backward, gaining speed before he mimicked lifting Celia then rolling her over his back. The routine was choreographed so he’d switch between solo moves and those as a couple. That mimicked one of their more popular routines, they’d mirror each other, executing spins and jumps more common to their figure skating days. He couldn’t do those moves for an extended period anymore, but sprinkled throughout a routine was manageable. Rylan picked up speed again to transition into a leap and spun around three times before landing on the ice again. Next, he held his arms wide, pretending Celia was in front of him, her hands in his. During the dance portion of their routine they’d twist and turn ending with Rylan swinging her up, so her feet pointed to the ceiling. After lowering her and they’d separated again, Rylan bent one knee, so he was low on the ice. Extending his other leg, he began to rotate, straightening, and raising his body until he was a spinning arrow. Digging one toe into the ice he came to an abrupt stop, sending bits of ice fountaining up. Rylan stood, one arm raised, and body arched slightly backward, breathing hard, silently counting to five before he relaxed, that part of the routine over.

  It wasn’t until then he realized everyone had moved to the side, all eyes, including Brett’s were on him. Brett leaned back against the wall, smiled warmly, and held up both thumbs. That silent approval meant more to Rylan than any medal ever had. He was suddenly a bit embarrassed when the other performers began to clap and cheer. Rubbing the back of his head with one hand he looked down at the ice and skated to the side, stopping near Brett.

  The choreographer hurried up to him, grabbed his face, and gave him a little shake. “That is the skater I know you are! Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”

  Rylan felt his cheeks burn hot, she rarely doled out such compliments. “Thank you,” he whispered.

  Letting go of Rylan her gaze slid to Brett and she pointed at him. “You’re good for his concentration. Come for rehearsal tomorrow.”

  Brett bowed slightly and said, “Yes, ma’am! I’d be delighted. Thank you.”

  It wasn’t long before the others cleared off the ice to prepare for that night’s performance and Rylan was alone with Brett. Skating close to Rylan, Brett said softly, “You really were amazing, and you make that all look so easy.” He took Rylan’s hands and pulled him farther out onto the ice. “See, I can skate backward, too.”

  Rylan laughed. Holding tightly to Brett’s hands h
e glided away from Brett until he stopped Brett’s progress then spun them slowly around. Brett almost lost his balance and tried to quick step a few times, except hockey skates had wider blades, but no toe picks for such maneuvers. Before Brett faceplanted on the ice, Rylan darted forward and wrapped both arms around Brett’s waist, bracing him.

  “Hmm, you fell for my pretending to almost fall.” Brett pulled Rylan even closer.

  “You would’ve landed on your face if I hadn’t saved you,” Rylan countered as they skated slowly, Rylan going backward this time.

  “Says you.” Brett’s hands moved slowly from Rylan’s shoulder blades and brushed down his back. Rylan arched against Brett’s wide chest. Dipping his head, Brett nuzzled Rylan’s cheek, sprinkling soft kisses over his skin. His hands moved over Rylan’s round ass cheeks and he squeezed, murmuring, “You’re like a drug, addictive.”

  Rylan shuddered when Brett’s fingers dug into the tender skin of his rear and he ground his pelvis against Brett’s. They did a slow spin and Rylan let his head drop back, exposing his throat to Brett’s mouth.

  Brett gave a gentle push off the ice with one foot, moved one arm up, and held Rylan about the waist in a powerful grip. “I loved watching you stretch and spin. That’s fucking sexy,” Brett said right before he scraped his teeth down Rylan’s throat. Rylan arched his back farther, letting Brett support his weight. Brett’s other hand gripped Rylan’s hair, tipping his head back even more while he moved his lips up and down Rylan’s neck, then sucking ever so lightly on Rylan’s Adam’s apple.

  Rylan straightened and hooked one arm around Brett’s neck, kissing him. Slight pressure from Brett’s tongue and Rylan opened his lips far enough their tongues slipped and slid over each other. They’d stopped moving and were in the center of the rink. Brett’s fingers combed through Rylan’s hair a few times before he deepened their kiss and slipped the fingers of his other hand down and between Rylan’s ass cheeks, pressing against the thong strap of his belt. The sensation made him tremble.