Sparkle

by Jerry Cole

  “You really have no idea how to stroke a man’s ego,” Sparkle said, disgust turning his lips up into a snarl.

  “Is that what we are doing? I thought we were negotiating,” Simon said.

  “We are, but even in negotiations you have to be a little sweet to your partner.”

  “And how should I be sweet to you?” Simon took Sparkle’s bronzed hand in his own. His long, tapered fingers and their shiny, smooth nails were a stark contrast to his larger, squared hands.

  “You can tell me exactly why you want to have me, instead of just dating me. That’s what normal people do.”

  “You and I aren’t normal people,” Simon answered.

  “You got that right. I’m a diva extraordinaire, and you are the gayest superhero ever. Boring Wall Street type by day and gay bathhouse owner by night,” Sparkle said with a giggle.

  “But both of us need something. You may belong to your fans, but none of them know you. None of them can touch you. Not really. And me, well, I need somebody who is all mine. It gets lonely and cold in this penthouse,” Simon said. Especially since even my mother can’t remember me anymore, he thought.

  Sparkle turned it over in his head. There was something sad, but genuine, in Simon’s face. Simon was a man who obviously had everything, but even rich boys needed somebody. He needed somebody who was just his. Wasn’t that the same thing Sparkle had been saying to Jerrod this morning?

  Ever since Aaron came into Jerrod’s life, Sparkle had been forced to keep his own company most nights. Now that the pair was house hunting, it was becoming more and more undeniable that things would never be the same. Jerrod would always be his best friend and brother, but what he needed now was a partner. Jerrod found his; it was Sparkle’s turn to do the same.

  “This is insane,” Sparkle said, rolling his eyes at the absurdity of it all.

  “It’s the best I can offer,” Simon admitted, turning Sparkle’s hand over and tracing the lines in his hand with his fingertip.

  “Fine, I’m yours until it stops being fun. What the hell. That’s the best deal I’ve had in a long time. Isn’t that sad? With a face like mine?”

  Sparkle laughed at the pathetic state of his love life. He wasn’t bothered by the time he spent alone. In fact, he valued his alone time. What made him lonely enough to even entertain this crazy scheme was the knowledge that nobody needed him.

  He spent his whole life singing, dancing, screaming, and crying, trying to make as many people notice him as possible. It was amazing and exhausting. And at the end of the day, even if he was successful, and he often was, none of those people needed him. They would replace him with somebody fresher, younger, fiercer, more fearless, less Sparkle and more shine. One day, they would all move on. And who would be there then?

  Sparkle thought about his recent exes. The ones with obvious issues, the ones in need of more help than any one person could give them. The ones who loved his persona more than him. The users and the losers. He thought about the way all the up-and-coming starlets used each other, wearing their “relationship” like new accessories. Quickly acquired and just as easily forgotten.

  And now there was this—an offer of something more. Something private to share, just between the two of them. There was nothing to be gained for either of them from this association. No lingering benefit. Just the chance, slim, though it was, that in the end, they wouldn’t feel quite so lonely.

  It was madness, but he would take it.

  Chapter Four

  Simon watched as the last rays of the day lent their glow to Sparkle’s skin. His deep bronze complexion and sultry eyes seemed made for this kind of light. There was something about the dark amber glow of his eyes and full lips that drove Simon crazy.

  “Fine, I’m yours until it stops being fun. What the hell. That’s the best deal I’ve had in a long time. Isn’t that sad? With a face like mine?” Sparkle agreed with a small laugh.

  “It’s hard to believe that you haven’t had better offers, with a face like yours,” Simon ventured, moving closer to Sparkle.

  “I have, but not from better men,” Sparkle admitted, beckoning Simon to come closer with his eyes.

  “Then, I’m lucky you keep shitty company,” Simon responded, his voice dropping to a grave whisper.

  “You have no idea,” Sparkle agreed, allowing Simon to pull him close and connect.

  Simon felt himself sink into the soft fullness of Sparkle’s lips, lingering against the velvety texture of his skin. Sparkle’s kiss was shy and passionate, his body slowly melting into Simon’s strong embrace. Simon had expected Sparkle to be a wild cat, clawing to be set free in his bedroom. He was shocked to discover that Sparkle was something different altogether; sweet and giving, yet bold and steady.

  Simon pulled back to look down into Sparkle’s face. He watched his long lashes slowly rise as Sparkle blinked away the haze of desire and looked back at him. Simon felt something stir in his chest again as he realized, with this kiss, he finally had something he had never been able to afford before. He had somebody who was his.

  “You really are something else,” Simon said, with wonder in his voice. A sexy smile slowly spread across Sparkle’s lips as he wrapped his arms around Simon’s shoulders and kissed him again. This time with more confidence. It was the kind of kiss that promised unknown depths of passion and long, lazy hours, cuddled in front of a raging fire.

  The warmth of his kisses seeped into Simon’s skin and spread across his body, making his cock swell. He simmered in the torture of Sparkle’s embrace, feeling his taut and toned weight pressed against his chest, as Sparkle’s tongue flicked seductively against his lips.

  Simon felt his temperature rise as he gave chase to the elusive organ, plunging it into his mouth with willful aggression and taking what was his. Simon’s body begged him to give it release, to quickly and definitively assert himself as he had done thousands of times to hundreds of others. Simon held himself in check, though, not wanting to ruin the moment. He was doing all the things he never did, and so far, it was working. He wasn’t going to change course now.

  Sparkle’s hands roamed over the wide expanse of Simon’s shoulders and down the thickly corded muscles in his arms. Simon grunted and, scooping the smaller man into his lap with one smooth motion, leaned back to look up at him. Sparkle straddled Simon’s hips easily, slipping his hands beneath Simon’s soft sweater and rubbing the hard-bunched muscles along his stomach and chest. Sparkle hastily pushed the material out of the way, dipping his head and running his tongue along the smooth, tanned expanse.

  The soothing caresses quickly turned into fondling, with Sparkle grinding his hips against Simon’s swollen crotch. Simon bit his bottom lip and let Sparkle have his way, cradling his head against his chest as Sparkle coaxed soft moans and deep grunts from Simon’s body.

  Sparkle slithered out of the older man’s lap and took his post between Simon’s legs. Sparkle used his soft lips and skilled tongue to discover every sensitive spot on Simon’s body, stripping him of all clothing, save his underwear, as he went along. Within a matter of minutes, Simon found himself nearly naked and on the verge of cumming, with Sparkle sitting between his thighs, eyeing the rising pillar between his legs with a mixture of desire and trepidation.

  Hauling him to his feet, Simon grasped Sparkle by the neck and held him still, crushing his mouth in a fiery kiss and roughly shoving his hand down Sparkle’s pants. The minute his blunt fingers made contact with the smooth, stiff member, Sparkle moaned into Simon’s mouth. Simon loosened his grip on Sparkle’s neck, using his thick tongue to punish the smaller man for prolonging the inevitable.

  Simon deepened his kiss, barely allowing Sparkle to breathe, much less think. Sparkle swooned slightly, clutching Simon’s shoulders like a drunk. Simon pulled Sparkle’s body close, crushing their erections between them, leaving no room for separation.

  Simon kissed Sparkle’s lips and face, relishing the sweet tang of his skin. Instead of the bitter chemical ta
ste of cosmetics and perfumed moisturizers, Sparkle’s skin had a deep earthy smell and slightly nutty taste. Simon indulged himself in it, delighting in all of the surprises that made Sparkle Jones. His large hands palmed Sparkle’s generous buttocks, massaging the firm mounds suggestively.

  “I could get used to this,” Sparkle whispered, allowing his head to tilt to the side as Simon’s lips moved lower.

  “You should start getting used to it,” Simon growled, lifting the trim dancer. Sparkle wrapped his legs around Simon’s waist as he kicked his pants away and marched back to his bedroom. His bedroom. How long had it been since he took anybody there? The memory of it made him hesitate for a moment, but the pleading note in Sparkle’s soft exclamation of “oh Simon” made him quickly push past his misgivings.

  Sparkle pulled his oversized taupe sweater up over his head and tossed it carelessly in the hall as they made their way to Simon’s bed. Simon dumped his prize on the overstuffed king-sized mattress and made short work of pulling his stretch jeans off of his long, muscular legs and ogling his newest lover.

  The man was exquisite. He was hairless, save for a small patch surrounding his erection. His limbs were both long and lean, adding to the grace of his movements. His skin seemed to capture the light and reflect it back in deep copper hues and bronze shadows, every inch of it daring him to touch and taste.

  Simon smirked as Sparkle’s breath caught in his chest.

  “You aren’t rethinking your position now, are you?”

  Simon followed Sparkle’s surprised gaze to his protruding cock.

  “I’m always up for a challenge,” Sparkle said warily, the heat in his eyes slowly dying.

  “Good, because you’re mine now, Sparkle Jones, and I am very particular about the things that are mine,” Simon explained, stretching out on the bed beside the nervous diva.

  “Mmm,” Sparkle allowed Simon to kiss him again, reminding him that he was in good hands. Simon’s fingers traced the curvature of Sparkle’s shoulder and lingered over his taut nipples, teasing them as their tongues dueled.

  “I don’t break my things,” Simon assured Sparkle, his hand sliding down the dancer’s flat abs and encircling his erection. Simon slowly pumped Sparkle’s smooth length as his lips danced around Sparkle’s ear and his teeth tormented his neck.

  Sparkle eyed the monster between Simon’s legs for several long minutes before he reached for it. Sparkle wasn’t lacking in any way as a man, but with Simon’s dick in his hands, he felt inadequate for the first time since he was a teenager.

  “Kiss it,” Simon urged.

  Sparkle hesitated for a moment and then acquiesced to the request. Choosing reckless abandonment over common sense, Sparkle licked the length of Simon’s considerable shaft. Wrapping his lips around the swollen head, Sparkle proved that he was skilled enough to meet the challenge. Simon closed his eyes and fought the urge to press Sparkle’s head down the entire length. Simon was amazed to see Sparkle engulf his cock as if he was born without a gag reflex. He made the mistake of making eye contact and was transfixed by his sultry gaze.

  “I’m going to cum if you keep looking at me,” Simon hissed.

  “Is that a promise or a threat?”

  “It’s a warning,” Simon replied, panting, beads of sweat collecting on his forehead.

  “Maybe that’s exactly what I want,” Sparkle taunted, dragging his body up the length of Simon’s body and kissing him softly.

  Simon felt his self-restraint slip, and he quickly employed a wrestling move, pinning Sparkle face down on the mattress beneath him. Sparkle didn’t resist as Simon’s manhood slid along the crevice between his buttocks, nestling between the large, firm mounds. He clutched the sheets and cried out as Simon made his way down Sparkle’s back, kissing and rubbing as he went, until he reached Sparkle’s ass. Spreading the cheeks apart, Simon dove in, tormenting his tight ring with pleasure until Sparkle cried out.

  Simon spread Sparkle’s legs apart and tilted his hips to give him better access to Sparkle’s tight entrance. Sparkle’s body shivered in anticipation as Simon slipped a finger inside him. Retrieving the tube of lubricant and a gold foil packet from the nightstand, Simon slowly worked his second finger inside Sparkle as he moaned wantonly and twisted his fists in the thick, Egyptian cotton sheets.

  “Ah, more,” Sparkle begged, bucking slightly against the delicious intrusion of Simon’s thick digits.

  “How much more?”

  “All of you,” Sparkle whined.

  Simon’s cock jumped at the sound of Sparkle’s begging voice. Stopping only long enough to put on protection, he sheathed himself in Sparkle’s waiting body. It was a tight squeeze. Despite his attempts to prepare Sparkle, the shameless diva cried out, his face twisting with pain as Simon joined their bodies in one smooth motion.

  “Don’t move,” Sparkle cried, beads of sweat popping out across his brow.

  “It’s better to take it all at once,” Simon said as he used his considerable heft to bury his cock deep in Sparkle’s body. He felt the smaller man’s body spasm several times as it adjusted to the intrusion.

  “Ah, Simon,” Sparkle moaned. The sound shredded Simon’s intention to be careful and restrained.

  Simon plundered Sparkle’s body, holding his hips in place as he drove his steel length deep into his body again and again. He wasn’t the kind of man who did anything in half measures, and this was no different. If this was going to be the first of many nights together, he wanted to set the tone right from the beginning. He wanted Sparkle to know who he was and what he was getting. He was ruthless, pouncing on Sparkle’s unsuspecting body, adjusting his pace and angle until he found the man’s G-spot.

  Sparkle’s body was at war with itself. Simon’s relentless pounding was torturous, and so was his touch. Simon’s strong and sure hands held him, massaged him, stroked his thick length, delivering pleasure with each caress. It was maddening and delightful, much like the man himself. Simon drew Sparkle close, clamping him to his chest with one strong arm and the other hand continued to pleasure his neglected cock.

  “Who am I?” Simon demanded.

  Sparkle couldn’t think, much less string together a sassy answer. His body was on fire, and he was sure he would die, ripped in two in the most agreeable way possible.

  “Tell me, whose cock is inside you?” Simon asked again.

  “Simon…Simon,” Sparkle managed, between gasps.

  Simon stilled, their bodies still joined as a warm feeling, bordering on need, made its way through his body. Sparkle’s long fingers grasped at his hips, holding them together rather than pushing them apart.

  Simon moved Sparkle’s hair away from his neck and ears and kissed the sensitive skin he found there. Letting his tongue train down the valley of Sparkle’s neck, he tasted the too-smooth, too-soft flesh. Sparkle’s body jumped and shivered under Simon’s unexpected tenderness, unsure if this was the calm before the storm. The anticipation made all of his skin more sensitive, each nerve ending straining for any hint as to what comes next. Simon sat back on his heels, forcing the dancer’s legs wide apart as he sat down on Simon’s lap. For most men, it would have been a strain, but Sparkle’s body was as limber as it was strong. The cocky diva wound his hips like a stripper, making a silent promise of what was to come.

  “Excellent muscle control. I like that,” Simon whispered in his ear.

  Simon didn’t disappoint, delivering short, powerful thrusts into Sparkle’s rear. The thumping rhythm of Simon’s conquest reverberated through Sparkle’s body. He arched his back and met Simon, stroke for stroke, driving downward as Simon’s hips bucked. Sparkle’s nails bit into Simon’s thighs as the pleasure became undeniable and uncontrollable. Sparkle bit his bottom lip in a vain attempt to dampen the erotic sounds erupting in his throat.

  Simon was having none of that. He wanted Sparkle lewd and obliging. Simon’s grip around Sparkle’s cock became rough, hovering somewhere between excruciating pleasure and pain.

 
“Let me hear you moan,” Simon demanded.

  Determined not to give in easily, Sparkle bit his lips harder. Simon’s grip became tight.

  “I know you feel it, let me know how much you like it when I fuck you.”

  Simon waited, slowing his pace to an infuriating staccato. All the while, one hand held little Sparkle for ransom, the other callously toying with Sparkle’s pebbled nipples. The minutes stretched until even Simon wondered if he would be able to survive the torment.

  “You don’t like it?” Simon began to withdraw, his hands stilling on Sparkle’s smooth skin. A sense of panic shot through Sparkle’s nervous system and ripped the requisite moan from his body. Sparkle gasped as he allowed the X-rated sounds to seep out of him and echo in the room.

  After a moment, Simon resumed his mission, his lower body moving like a piston until the smaller man cried out desperately with is release. Simon looted Sparkle’s narrow passage for a few seconds longer before succumbing to the deluge of pleasure he had been fighting. Simon released Sparkle’s wrung out body and stretched out beside him.

  “If I’m going to be sleeping here regularly, you are going to need silk pillowcases,” Sparkle said softly. The light of the moon was the only light left in the room, but it was bright enough for Simon to see the peaceful look etch itself onto Sparkle’s beautiful face.

  “I have a pair, I think,” Simon replied, threading his fingers through Sparkle’s as they lay side by side in the dark.

  “Good. You already made me sweat out my edges; I can’t have dry hair as well.”

  “How do you have the energy to be so sassy at a moment like this?” Simon chuckled.

  “Certain bitches may wake up like this, but the rest of us have to work at it. I have a photoshoot tomorrow, but it’s all wigs and stuff, so you’re lucky tonight.”

  The silence stretched out between them for a moment before Sparkle spoke again.

  “I don’t even know what to call you. You’re my what? My master? My boyfriend? My incredible lover with a surprisingly big dick?”