by Sean Michael
Thor nodded. “Exactly.”
He closed his eyes, forced himself to breathe, to focus, to be right there. “That’s why I came here, so that I couldn’t be just anybody on a cover anymore.”
“No, never again.” Thor’s fingers twitched his nipple ring.
He moaned, jerked a little. “Stings.”
“Good. Endorphins are better than any drug.”
“Mmmhmm. Still. Stings.”
“The PA will sting more.”
He shook his head. “I… I can’t imagine that.”
“You won’t have to.”
“My cock will be… No. No, I can’t do that.”
“You don’t have to do it. I will. The pain fades. It’ll be sexy, very sensitive.” Thor set to work again, and Benji sobbed a little—more from stress than pain. “It’s okay, boy. You’re good.”
“Am I?” He was such a weakling.
“You are.” Thor met his eyes and smiled. “You’re very good.”
“Okay.”
Okay.
He could be good for a little while.
Chapter Six
Thor worked on a few yoga poses, stretching his body, easing a few aches that two full days of tattooing had left in their wake.
Two full days.
They’d been glorious days, too. Benji looked awesome with his gargoyle coming out of a stained-glass scene. The colors popped, the blackwork was sharp. It was some of his best work.
The man needed like no one he’d ever met, too. That need called to him, touched something inside him. Thor always had a special place in his heart for the men and women he inked, but this was different. This was much more intense than he’d expected. He was more than passingly fond of Benji. Probably a lot more.
He shook the thoughts from his head before they could start chasing each other like dogs after their own tails. If he fell for Benji, he fell for Benji. It wouldn’t be fair to the man, to the art, to hold back.
He breathed deeply, the oxygen filling his lungs, feeding his cells.
Benji was sleeping. He got that—the crash after the high wore a man out. Beautiful as the man had been, now he was absolutely stunning, would be even more so after the next few days.
He was a joy to work with. Thor was incredibly tempted to just keep him. It made him smile.
A soft knock came at the door, and he went over to collect their breakfast. More fruit, little sausages and fingers of toast, along with orange juice, tea and a new batch of water bottles for their little fridge.
His boy stirred, hands traveling over the long, lean body. Benji was going to wake himself up when those fingers hit the new tats. The long, thin cock swelled first, curving over that perfect belly. Thor’s flesh responded to the sight, firming quickly.
He was going to pierce that pretty cock. He could imagine it, inked with his signature, pierced, a little bow tied on to dress it up. Or a chain, connecting cock to nipple. A bell. A little tag that said ‘boy’.
His boy. Fuck, yeah, he wanted to take Benji home with him—he couldn’t deny it. He climbed onto the bed, bent and pressed his tongue against Benji’s slit.
“Sir!”
He almost came, just from that immediate, instinctive word. He slid his lips around the tip of Benji’s cock and hummed.
“Oh. Oh, fuck…” Benji’s hips rolled, his eyes popping open to stare at him.
He let the sweet cock slide from his lips and smiled up at the man. “Good morning.”
“Morning.” Benji’s moan was warm, happy. “You’re up early.”
“Uh-huh. Admiring the view.” He gave Benji a wink.
His boy chuckled, blushed. “Flatterer.”
“Yes. It’s true, too, though.”
“Thank you. You… No one looks at me like you do.”
“Their loss.” Thor swiped at Benji’s cock again. Poor man—no one had ever looked beyond the pretty face. It really was their loss. He wasn’t so shallow, though.
“Your gain?” Benji’s entire body arched.
“Absolutely.” He ran his fingers in the air over Benji’s tattoo. “Yours, too.”
Benji twisted, body moving toward his touch.
“Sweet, wanton boy.” He kneaded Benji’s thighs.
He watched as Benji spread for him, exposing himself easily. He bent and kissed the hungry little hole. Benji’s cry echoed, the sound pure need.
“Love that sound, boy.”
“Love when you call me boy.”
“It’s who you are. My boy.”
Benji’s cock throbbed, the perfect body flushing with heat.
He was definitely putting in the PA on their last day here. The lovely cock cried out for it. He rubbed the pretty length of skin behind Benji’s balls with his thumb. There would be two rings here, too. He licked a stripe along the skin, pulling the taste in. His boy spread wider, eager, unafraid.
He sucked on his thumb, slicking it up, then pressed it into Benji’s body. Hot and tight, Benji’s body was perfect, taking his finger in.
“Sweet hole. So tight.” He licked around his thumb, the wrinkled flesh hot.
That made Benji’s sounds louder, needier, more and more hungry. He pushed his thumb in deeper, rubbed it around, half stretching the sweet hole out.
“So good…” Benji’s hips were moving, taking him in.
“It is.” Thor couldn’t remember the last time things had burned this hot, this fast.
“Touching me…”
He stroked the tight little balls, rolling them in their sac. “Glad you noticed,” he teased.
“Yeah. Yeah, I noticed. Fuck…”
“Your skin wants my fingers, my mouth.”
“Yes.” That single word sounded like a prayer.
He pulled one of Benji’s balls into his mouth. Benji stilled, breathing nice and slow, eyes closed. He lashed the ball in his mouth with his tongue. The breaths slowly became panting, Benji’s fingers tangling in his hair. He let that ball go and slid his mouth over to the other one, sucking it right in.
All his senses were filled with Benji—it was like he was drowning in the man. There were worse ways to go.
He pushed his thumb back into Benji’s hole, rubbing in circles. His eager little slut bore down, trying to take him in. He tugged at Benji’s ball, reminding his boy who was in charge. A soft cry rang out and his boy stilled, settled. So good.
He sucked Benji’s ball a moment longer, then licked his way up Benji’s lovely cock. As soon as Benji started moving, he stopped, tugged those sensitive balls. His boy would learn. He didn’t say anything—he didn’t have to.
When Benji settled again, he began licking and sucking the thin, velvety skin. With every motion Benji made, he tugged, stopped. Soon Benji was perfectly still, crying out softly, cock leaking for him. He licked at the tip, slurping up the pre-cum.
“Sir… Oh God. Oh, fuck.” That pretty ass was working his thumb, trying to get more.
He pushed the digit deeper as he took the tip of Benji’s cock in, sucking hard. Benji cried out, arched, hips rolling. No, no, no. Growling, he slid his thumb out of Benji’s ass and tugged hard on the man’s balls.
“Fuck! Fuck, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it!”
“Try harder.” He grinned up at Benji and added, “Boy.”
“Yes. Yes, Sir.” Those pretty eyes were glazed.
“Sexy minx.”
Benji was—the tattoos making all that beauty seem more, better.
“Need. You make me need.” Benji sounded like he was going crazy.
Good. That was what Thor wanted. Benji eased down into the pillows again, breath slowing.
“That’s it, beautiful boy.” He pushed two fingers into Benji’s body, opening him up now.
Benji gulped in breath, shivering as he fought to stay still.
“I’m gonna fill you.”
“Oh God. Please. Anything. Sir.”
“My cock. Just you wait.” He pushed a third finger in.
Benji’s thighs staye
d spread, the hips unmoving, the hungry hole taking him in, stretching.
“Very good. You deserve a reward for that.”
“Thank you. Thank you, Sir.”
He shifted to lie between Benji’s legs, and his boy didn’t move, watching him, eyes serious, waiting for him.
“That’s perfect.” He began to push in, moving slowly, carefully.
“For you.” The words were bare whispers.
“Yes. Yes, for me, boy.” Fuck. His cock throbbed, and he stilled, took a couple of breaths before he continued pushing in.
Benji groaned, but didn’t move, didn’t shift to take him in.
“So very good.” He settled in deep and held still for a moment, watching Benji.
Benji’s eyes were closed, lips parted. The long hair curled around the man’s face, damp with sweat. His ink shone, still so new, so fresh. Beautiful. His boy was beautiful. His temporary boy.
He started moving, thrusting into the tight hole again and again. Benji didn’t move, let him in, the only reaction the full cock and the soft, hungry cries. Such wonderful obedience, and so soon.
He kissed Benji then whispered, “You can move, boy.”
“Sir!” Benji’s arms wrapped around him, his boy riding him, the kiss fierce, needy.
All that pent-up need being let loose was the sexiest thing. Groaning, he moved faster, responding to Benji’s need. He flicked Benji’s nipple ring and that tight ass squeezed, working his cock.
“Yeah. Fuck.”
He laughed and pounded harder.
“Please. Please…” Benji was wild underneath him.
Shifting, he kept thrusting, searching for just the right angle.
“Please…” Benji’s eyes went wide, a sharp cry on the air.
“There you go. Right there.” He kept hitting Benji’s gland, holding those beautiful eyes.
“Yours. Yours. Yours.” Benji was panting, calling for him.
“That’s right.” He wrapped his hand around Benji’s cock. “And you can come on my cock.”
“Yes!” Seed sprayed over his fingers, hot and wet.
Groaning, he pushed in a couple more times, then froze as he filled the condom. Benji held him in deep, body working him. Thor collapsed down onto his boy, trying to keep from leaning directly on the man’s chest and the new tattoos. One hand stroked his head, loving on him.
“Mmm. Sweet, sweet boy.” He nuzzled into Benji’s neck, pulling in the smells of man and sweat and sex.
Benji offered him a soft, dear sound.
“Good morning, boy,” he whispered.
“Good morning, Sir.” A kiss brushed his jaw.
“It definitely is. And it’s going to be a good day. I have plans.”
“Do you? Do I need to know?”
He chuckled and shook his head. “You don’t need to know at all.”
Benji relaxed, trusting him, and Thor felt that trust deep in his gut.
“Breakfast is here. I’ll go get it, let you take a moment in the bathroom.”
“Okay. I’ll grab a quick shower.” Benji kissed his chin, his lips.
“A very quick shower.”
“Yes, Sir.” Good boy. Beautiful boy.
He couldn’t wait to get back to work on him.
The tray was waiting for him and he heard the water running, heard Benji singing. He set up the tray on the bed so he could feed his boy, then went over and made sure everything was ready for when he started inking again.
The water was turned off, the sounds of his boy growing more clear. He hummed, turned to watch when Benji came out. Those hips rocked side to side, sweet as could be. The ink was fine, making the strong body perfect. He had an idea for a dragon rising up along Benji’s thigh, curving along that lean hip.
“Smells good.” Benji smiled at him, the hard muscles beautiful.
“So do you.” He ran a hand over where the dragon was going to live. The thigh muscle tightened, then eased.
Benji stepped closer.
“I’ve got another beast for you.”
“A beast?” Benji asked.
“Yeah.” He touched the gargoyle. “A friend for this one.”
“Do gargoyles have friends?” Benji’s cock jerked, began to swell.
“This one does. It’s a long, sexy dragon.”
“I had a friend who collected dragons.”
“Yeah?”
Benji nodded. “I have them all now. She died about six months ago.”
“I’m sorry.” He continued to stroke Benji’s thigh, tracing the lines where the dragon would go.
“It’s okay. She’s the one who did this for me.” Benji smiled, the look happy and sad all at once.
“She must have been a very good friend, to know you so well.”
“My agent. Carrie. She was my best friend.”
“So you lost your agent and your friend at the same time.” He winced. That was pretty rough. It was no wonder Benji wanted a change, wanted to do something drastic like this.
“Yeah. Yeah, she…” Benji shrugged, bit his bottom lip. “Can I sit with you?”
He sat on the big chair next to the bed and patted his lap.
His boy settled close, leaned against him. “Thank you.”
He kissed the top of Benji’s head and rubbed his arm. “Did you want to talk about it for a bit, or would you like to have some breakfast and move on?”
“Do you want to know? We could talk and eat, but I don’t want to bore you.”
“I would like to know whatever you feel comfortable sharing with me.” Thor picked up a piece of toast from the tray, and offered it to him.
“About five years ago, I tried to kill myself. Carrie found me. I lived with her, after, until she died. She’s the one who told me that I should follow my dream, stop modeling.”
Thor jerked when Benji said the words ‘kill myself’, but didn’t say anything until he’d finished speaking. “Why did you try to kill yourself?”
“I’d been modeling for years, and I was getting older. I… It’s hard, to stay buff, to stay perfect. To be the hero. I just… One night I couldn’t face it anymore.”
“You could have stopped, found something else to do.” Thor ate some toast.
“I don’t know how to do anything else. I’m not the brightest man on earth.” Benji shrugged. “I started modeling when I was six. I was doing it full time at fourteen. I got a GED.”
“Wow. That’s a long time to do one thing. Especially once you’ve burned out. You must have enough money saved up to be able to do nothing while you figure out what you want to do instead of modeling?”
Benji nodded. “That’s why I did it. I can walk away now, if I’m careful. Forever. Carrie bought this for me before she died, this experience.”
“Maybe she’s up there still, pulling strings a little—seeing as she made you a great match for it. If I do say so myself.”
Benji nodded, eyes on his. “I. Yes. I could be yours. I mean, I know this isn’t real. I know you’re here because they hired you, but…in another world, I could have been. Yours.”
“Feels pretty real, doesn’t it?”
“God, yes. It feels like…the most real thing I’ve ever done.”
“It’s very real. And you’ll have this forever.” Thor pointed at his chest where the piercings and the tattoos stood out.
Benji nodded, nibbling on a muffin. The beautiful eyes were sad, a little distant. “I will. But I have another whole day. Let’s not talk about goodbye yet. I’ll let you go back to your life tomorrow evening.”
“You have two more days—today and tomorrow. I’m going to make them days you’ll never forget.”
Benji smiled at him. “I don’t doubt it.”
He reached for a piece of cheese and offered it to his boy. Benji leaned forward and nibbled it from his fingers.
“Mmm. You’re so sensual.” He loved that about the man.
Benji moaned, licking his fingertips.
“It’s part of what makes t
he tats so good.” Thor’s voice was husky, the effect of those little licks showing in it.
“No, that’s all you.”
He chuckled, pleased. “Thanks, boy.”
Benji fed Thor slowly in return, caring for him, focused on him. He made sure that Benji continued to eat as well. The pierced nipple was hard, tense, the rings taut. He reached out, pressed his thumb against it. Benji’s lips parted, a sweet, sharp cry filling the air. Fuck, yes. He would get his boy all hard and wrap that pretty package up with black leather.
The sight of his boy bound and hard was an addiction. If Benji were his… He shook the thought away and flicked the pierced nipple again.
“Sir. Sir…” The pretty cock started to fill, swell.
“Yes. Such a good boy. Such a responsive boy.”
Benji blushed, lips parted, so hungry. He pressed his lips to Benji’s, tongue slipping in.
“Master.” The word was whispered into his mouth, sweet, soft, just a breath.
He deepened the kiss, emotion swelling up inside him. Benji’s arms wrapped around him, as he held on, staying close. He shifted Benji so the man was straddling his thighs, their cocks pressed tight between them. They started shifting, moving, Benji riding his lap, moaning into his kiss. He wrapped his hands around Benji’s ass, encouraging the movements.
Benji’s eyes were open, watching him, letting him in. He pushed the kiss deeper, taking more and more. His boy was leaking against him, cock dripping and sliding against his belly. Slick, hot, so soft and hard at the same time. Thor loved it.
He bit at Benji’s lips, and pinched the unadorned nipple. The moan that pushed between his lips was pure need.
He pulled one hand between them, wrapping it around their cocks. He groaned at the sensation of Benji’s cock against his. He bit at Benji’s lips, tugged them, made them swell. He wanted to growl. He wanted to claim the man as his, right now.
Those eyes were so big, so needy, staring into him. He held the gaze, put what he was feeling into it. Benji nodded once, breathing him in. Groaning, he stood, holding onto Benji as he moved to the bed. His. His boy. Damn it. And they both knew it.
He pushed Benji onto the bed and drove into him. Benji dragged him close, kept him right there, happy sounds pushing into his lips. He began to pound into Benji’s body, their hips working hard. His. His. Thor wanted to scream. He pressed harder into Benji. He pressed faster into him.