Sparks

by Talia Carmichael

  “Obligation. No.” Tomas smiled slowly. “But pity, on the other hand. This is all about that.”

  “I don’t want pity sex. Get off me.” Bernie scowled and pushed at him.

  “You didn’t let me finish.” Tomas settled more firmly between his spread legs before continuing. “This is all about you taking pity on me.”

  “What?” Bernie frowned, his nose wrinkling in a sexy way. Tomas kissed his nose, then leaned back.

  “You taking pity on me for being so blind about this. About us. Let me have you, honey.”

  “Why are you calling me honey?” Bernie looked confused.

  Tomas smiled wryly. It was a slip of the tongue. One that somehow felt right. He decided to go with the truth to answer Bernie’s question.

  “Now that I’ve opened my eyes to what you are to me, I want you to be mine. My honey,” Tomas whispered, leaning down.

  Bernie shivered, then shook his head. “This seems so sudden.”

  Tomas looked at Bernie in disbelief. “We’ve been hanging out for almost a year. And hell, you cook for me almost every night. I’m at your house more than my own.”

  “Yeah. But until a few days… hell, a few hours ago… I was still ‘kid’. What changed? Or are you just horny?” Bernie looked mulish.

  “Now you choose to be difficult? You’re usually so agreeable.” Tomas groaned and rolled off him.

  Bernie put his hands over his eyes and shifted. Tomas caught his arm. He pulled Bernie against him and put his leg over Bernie’s, trapping Bernie against him. Bernie shivered, then pushed at Tomas’s chest.

  “Let me go,” Bernie gritted out.

  “After I answer your question,” Tomas snapped.

  “You don’t need to touch me for that.” Bernie subsided and glowered.

  “I find that I have to.” Tomas leaned down and kissed his lips softly. He leaned back, stifling a smile at Bernie’s cute baffled expression. He put his arm over him, stroking his finger along Bernie’s back. Bernie shivered, then moaned. Tomas made a mental note of his reaction. He cleared his throat, then spoke.

  “Yes, I’m horny.”

  Bernie stiffened, then tried to jerk away. Tomas held him.

  “Calm down and let me finish. Are you usually so disagreeable? I never noticed before.” Tomas watched Bernie in speculation.

  “I’m not. You’re the ornery one.” Bernie sounded affronted.

  “True. And you’ll do well with me to remember that. I am a lot to deal with. And I don’t plan on changing. I’m possessive, stubborn, and aggressive. And I have tendencies to… um… be mother hennish. Or so I’ve been told.” Tomas’s lips twitched.

  “You haven’t said anything I don’t already know.” Bernie pursed his lips.

  “Well, Mr. Know-It-Already, what you might not know is, when I get over being obstinate and decide I want something, I go after it with everything I have. And I don’t do anything half-assed. So are you ready for that?” Tomas gazed at him steadily.

  “For what? You aren’t making any sense.” Bernie wrinkled his nose again.

  “I’m usually better at showing than talking about it.” Tomas sighed.

  “No. Really? Had no clue from your seeming to be always telling me what to do.” Bernie’s tone was dry.

  “See? That’s one of the things I like about you. That smart mouth. Your ability to take my shit and give it back in your own way. You don’t vocalize your displeasure much. But I know when you’re really pissed at me, you make brussels sprouts. It’s your nonverbal way of letting me know you are.” Tomas chuckled.

  “I don’t do that.” Bernie flushed.

  “Yeah, you do. And that blush. I so want to know if it goes all over.” Tomas’s voice went low and deep.

  Bernie groaned and shifted against him. His cock was still erect. Tomas moved against him, letting him feel his still-hard shaft.

  “Uh-uh. I don’t know what this has to do with anything. I’m not going to fulfill some itch you have.” Bernie’s voice rose.

  “Calm down. This isn’t an itch, or obligation, or just horniness—although that is one part. You’re a very sexy man, Bernie, in a geeky way that pushes all my buttons,” Tomas whispered against the side of his face.

  The heat of Bernie’s face warmed his. Tomas licked along the blush staining his cheek. He pulled back and studied the eyes that had come to mean more to him than he ever expected.

  “With all that you know about me, are you ready to take me on? Try being together and see where this spark we have will take us?” Tomas studied him.

  Bernie bit his lip. Tomas blew out a breath. He wasn’t good at this verbal stuff. And although he was ready to go all in with this, maybe Bernie needed time to shift gears. Tomas knew what he had to do. Pulling in all his control, he breathed out again slowly.

  “You probably need time to think. So, think about it.” Shrugging, he loosened his hold and rolled away.

  A hand gripped his arm.

  Tomas breathed again. “I’m trying to give you time, kid. But my control isn’t good enough to keep lying here.”

  “I don’t want you to be in control.” Bernie’s voice was soft and seductive.

  “Be sure of this, kid.” Tomas glanced at him.

  “I’m not a kid. I’m your honey,” Bernie growled.

  He pulled Tomas to him and kissed him. Tomas fell back on the bed. Bernie followed him, straddling him. He kissed Tomas fiercely, his hands gripping Tomas’s face. Bernie rocked against him. Tomas sank his hands into Bernie’s hair, holding him. Bernie licked inside his mouth, moaning. The vibration went straight to his cock. Bernie sat back, unbuttoning Tomas’s shirt.

  Once it was open, Bernie’s hot hands ran down Tomas’s naked chest. Tomas moaned as Bernie scraped his nails over his nipples. Bernie leaned down and suckled his nipples. Tomas’s toes curled, and he whimpered. He held Bernie’s head against his chest. Bernie licked across to the other nipple, giving it the same suckling. He went from one to the other, licking and sucking them. Tomas rocked against the bed, moaning.

  “You’re sensitive. Good,” Bernie said against his nipple.

  “Do you need to talk so much in bed?” Tomas cried.

  “Oh, yeah. I’m going to tell you what I am going to let you do to me—fuck me deep and hard. Then I’m going to flip you over and ride your cock.” Bernie’s decadent whisper filled the air.

  “Then get on with it already,” Tomas growled.

  “So romantic.” Bernie made a “tsking” sound.

  “I’ll show you romance another time. Let me fuck you,” Tomas moaned.

  “Sure. I’m just waiting for you to.” Bernie smirked.

  Tomas grinned wickedly. “Hold on, then.”

  He rolled them over. Quickly, he took off Bernie’s clothes, then stood, shucking his own. Bernie reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a strip of condoms and lube.

  Tomas picked them up and looked at him. “Is that all? Hope you have more.”

  “I don’t. But if you use all of them, I’ll go somewhere you want to with no questions asked.” Bernie’s smile was a challenge.

  “And I the same. Prepare to lose. And I already know where I want to go.” Tomas liked the stakes.

  “Have at it.” Bernie waved his hand down his body.

  “And you call me romantic.” Tomas snorted.

  “You want romance? Okay. Then how about this?” Bernie spread his legs, playing with his dick. He closed his eyes, then moaned and arched his back. Tomas’s mouth went dry. Bernie ran his thumb over the head of his red-tipped erection. Tomas raised his eyes to Bernie’s. Bernie’s lids were at half-mast over those pale green eyes, and there was a wicked grin on those Cupid-bow lips. Tomas put his knee on the bed and leaned over, licking along the top of his lip.

  Bernie raised his head and closed their lips together. He pulled away and whispered against Tomas’s lips, “In me. Now.”

  “So demanding,” Tomas said.

  “Move it.” Bernie sla
pped the side of Tomas’s hip.

  Tomas jerked, startled. Bernie chuckled softly, then rolled away. Tomas stopped him with a hand on his hip. Bernie looked over his shoulder in question.

  “On your back. I want to see your face,” Tomas stated.

  Tomas pulled him back, positioning him. Blanketing Bernie with his body, Tomas shivered as their naked bodies touched. The silky feel of Bernie’s skin tantalized his heated flesh. Grunting, Tomas rocked his cock between Bernie’s legs. Bernie widened his legs, his hips cradling Tomas’s. Bernie countered his movements. They thrust against each other, rocking. Wetness coated them between their bodies. Tomas shifted and grabbed the condom and lube. He sheathed himself and put lube on. Tomas wet his fingers with the cool slickness, then reached under Bernie. Bernie canted his ass, giving him better access. Tomas pushed one finger between his cheeks. Bernie’s moan filled the air. His passage closed around Tomas’s digit, warm and tight. Tomas groaned, imagining how it would feel around his cock. He added more lube and another finger. Bernie opened up for him. The sounds of need flooded from his lips.

  “Fill me… give it… to me… yes… right there…. come on, Tomas,” Bernie demanded.

  At the sound of his name, Tomas shifted, lining up his cock against Bernie’s pucker. He surged forward, filling him in one thrust. Tomas closed his lips over Bernie’s, swallowing his gasp. Bernie gripped his shaft, moving in a downward motion of his hips. Tomas grunted as he stroked in and out. Bernie sucked his tongue, his fingers digging into Tomas’s shoulder. Tomas moaned at the bite of his nails. Bernie shuddered, and wetness soaked them both as his cock pulsed with his release. Tomas stroked harder, watching his face. It was etched with harsh pleasure. Bernie’s eyes closed tightly, a grimace on his face. Bernie gasped, then seemed to relax. He opened bleary eyes and met Tomas’s gaze. Bernie smiled, a wanton grin, then put his hand in the middle of his chest.

  “Now that the edge is off, it’s my turn to fuck you.” Bernie’s voice was husky.

  “How the hell can you talk so clearly?” Tomas punctuated each word with a thrust.

  “The same way you can,” Bernie grunted.

  “I haven’t come yet,” Tomas said.

  “Before you do, you will be babbling incoherently,” Bernie promised.

  He pushed at Tomas’s chest. Tomas rolled them without separating them. Bernie settled his legs around Tomas’s hips and rocked. Tomas gulped at the fierce, wild look on his face.

  He is sexy. It was his last thought as Bernie drove him out of his mind.

  BERNIE sank down onto Tomas’s shaft, squeezing. Tomas’s neck bulged as he shuddered. Smiling, Bernie lowered his lids and rocked down and up. Tomas put his hand over his head, gripping the headboard. Bernie leaned over and gripped his forearms. The muscles in his arms shifted under Bernie’s fingers as he moved. Tomas grunted with each thrust of his body.

  “Do you like the feel of me on your cock, Tomas?” he gritted out.

  “You talk too much.” Tomas opened one bleary brown eye.

  “One day, I’m gonna make you come just by talking to you. I won’t touch you, just watch you from across the room, and talk. About each thing we do. Every movement. The scents of us together.” Bernie rocked after each word.

  Bernie started realizing what he had said. He had made the assumption there would be another time. Tomas hadn’t said clearly what he wanted when he said “being together.” He would have to wait for him to spell it out. Until then, he would enjoy this, in case it was just this one night. He rocked against the hard cock. Tomas whimpered. The sweet sound made Bernie’s shaft go hard again. He released Tomas’s arms and stoked his own cock. Jerking hard, he rubbed his thumb over the head of his dick and pressed down in his slit. Moaning, Bernie rotated his ass. His breath hitched as the head of Tomas’s erection rubbed against the sensitive nerve endings. Tomas’s hands cupped his hips, moving him back and forth on his cock.

  “Impatient to come? How about I clench around you? Or go faster? Or slower? Rotate my ass, making you go deeper?” He matched each word with the action.

  “Talk… too… much…,” Tomas hissed.

  “I like to talk. Let you know all you do to me. Make me feel so hot. My cock is so hard. Look at it, so red and wet. All this pre-cum for you. What you do to me. Tastes so good.” Bernie licked his fingers, then laughed wickedly.

  He sucked each of his fingers into his mouth slowly, continuing to thrust back on Tomas’s cock and squeezing his ass. He jerked his erection, then rubbed the leaking tip of his cock, coating his fingers. Tomas studied him. Raising his fingers to his mouth, Bernie cleaned them off again. He repeated it over and over again, moving against Tomas.

  “Fucker… you….” Tomas couldn’t speak anymore.

  “Am I still a kid? Huh? Don’t call me kid anymore. Promise me,” Bernie demanded.

  “No kid. My honey.” Tomas’s eyes were clear.

  “I like hearing that. Come for me, baby.” Bernie smiled.

  “Your… baby… all… your… baby… h… u…,” Tomas babbled. He arched and groaned as he came. Bernie thrust up and down as he milked his release. Tomas collapsed back, breathing hard. Bernie dropped onto his chest, gasping. Tomas’s hand cupped the back of his head. He pulled Bernie up and kissed him. Bernie moaned and kissed him back. Tomas pulled back and smiled.

  “Again. I have a wager to win.”

  “No way you’re going to win.” Bernie laughed.

  “You’re gonna be walking funny. I’ll go out tomorrow for more condoms. We’ll be spending the rest of the weekend in bed,” Tomas promised.

  “Sure. Whatever you say.” Bernie snorted.

  “You doubt me?” Tomas asked.

  “Hell, yeah. But I’m going to let you try, then gloat.” Bernie chuckled.

  “Let’s up the stakes. If I have to get more condoms tomorrow, you’ll go two places and do what I want. Bet?”

  “Bet. And I am so going to love rubbing it in.”

  “Rubbing it will be all my pleasure. We’ll see who will be gloating come Monday morning.” Tomas grinned widely.

  Uneasiness filled Bernie at the grin. He pushed it away. Tomas rolled him and kissed him.

  Chapter Four

  BERNIE walked slowly to the kitchen. In the doorway, he frowned at Tomas’s back. The scent of something delicious filled the air. Tomas glanced up from the stove and over at him. He lowered the heat on the stove and walked over to him.

  “Uh-uh. You stay over there. You’ve already won the bet.” Bernie put up his hand.

  “Yeah, I did. Told you not to doubt me.” Tomas ignored Bernie’s statement, closing the distance between them.

  Tomas kissed him gently. Bernie sighed, softly taking in the taste of him. Tomas rubbed his hand under Bernie’s chin, then took his hand, leading him to the table, which was already set. He seated him, then went back to the stove. Bernie leaned back in the chair, thankful it had cushions. The ache he felt was a pleasant memory of their Saturday night and all day Sunday. Tomas had not only won the bet, he had blown Bernie’s mind with his creativity. Bernie grinned. Even walking funny and having Tomas gloating, it was worth it.

  “What’s got that smirk on your face?” Tomas asked.

  He placed a plate in front of him. Bernie’s eyes narrowed as he took in food presentation that seemed professionally done. The folded crepe had a pale-pink filling with slices of banana visible at the edge. Strawberries and blueberries were spread over the top. Fluffy scrambled eggs and crispy bacon completed the plate. A steaming cup of tea was placed next to his plate. Instead of sitting across from him, as he usually did, Tomas took a seat in the chair closest to him. Bernie reached over and gripped his chin. Tomas looked at him in question.

  “You can cook,” Bernie accused.

  “Yes. Some say very well.” Tomas shrugged.

  He removed Bernie’s hand from his face and placed it on top of his thigh. Tomas squeezed his hand where it rested on his leg, then picked up his fork.

&n
bsp; “So why did you lead me to believe you couldn’t cook?”

  “Enjoyed having someone cook for me for a change,” Tomas replied as he took a bite of his food.

  “Why don’t you just admit it was charity?” Bernie asked.

  “It wasn’t. Charity would be if I didn’t get something out of it. Since I got your company, conversation, and some delicious food, then it wasn’t charity. Think of it as two friends sharing meals together.” Tomas lowered his voice. “Now, it’s two lovers having breakfast so we can go to work with a good meal in us. Now eat up. I remember you mentioning you like to be in by six at the lab to do some work before classes. ”

  Tomas kissed his lips gently, then went back to eating. When Tomas put it like that, Bernie couldn’t dispute what he’d said. Instead, he followed Tomas’s example and started to eat his own food. Bernie moaned at the first taste of the crepe. Tomas slid his hand behind Bernie’s head and pulled him out of his chair, kissing him hungrily. Bernie gripped his shoulder. Tomas’s tongue stroked all inside of his mouth. Tomas released him. Bernie flopped back on the chair, then winced as his sore butt hit it. Tomas’s dark brown gaze had the hunger that had already become familiar.

  “Don’t make noises like that unless you want me to fuck you again.”

  “Mind is willing, but body too sore,” Bernie moaned.

  “It’s your fault, egging me on.” Tomas laughed.

  “Now the gloating starts,” Bernie griped.

  Tomas winked. “Don’t need to. We both know I won.” He took a drink of his usual cranberry juice.

  Bernie stuck out his tongue, then said, “So what are the two things you want me to do?”

  “Not telling you what. We’re going out on Saturday morning and will be back to go to the poker game.” Tomas grinned.

  “What time? And where are we going?” Bernie asked suspiciously.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll wake you. And I’m not telling,” Tomas said again.

  Bernie gave up asking and ate his crepes. Tomas ate and drank his juice. Once he was done, he sat back and watched Bernie.

  “You have to show me how to make crepes. I can never get it right. Comes out too heavy.”