by D. J. Manly
Strong fingers stroked Michael’s hair and face as Michael enthusiastically sucked Anthony’s cock. He tasted good, he tasted too damn good. He couldn’t help but be struck by the beauty of Anthony’s face as it contorted into a mask of pleasure. He threw his head back and groaned in orgasm.
Michael licked his lips, waiting until Anthony brought his head back up. Anthony moved down beside him on the bed, then, lowered his mouth down on his, one hand moving slowly over his body as he did.
Michael was completely in his power. The kiss went on, and on, deeper and more arousing than any kiss he’d ever had before, and when Anthony’s hand reached his cock, Michael buried his hands in Anthony’s hair, tearing at it. He moaned out his name against his mouth.
Anthony broke away from him suddenly, one hand reaching down to undo one of the ankle cuffs, then the other. “Hey,” Michael protested, “why are you…?”
Anthony wrapped a hand around his erection, squeezing it gently, causing Michael’s hips to rear up in response. “I don’t think you’re going anywhere. If I have to tie you down to keep you, I’m definitely lacking in skill. You don’t want to leave, do you?”
Michael smiled and shook his head, reaching up to pull Anthony’s mouth back down to his. Anthony crawled on top of him, reaching for his hands and pushing them up over his head. He pinned him down like that, looking into his eyes, his long dark hair hanging down over his face. “I do plan on fucking you. I hope that was included in your invitation awhile back?”
“Maybe,” Michael replied, feeling his cock moving over his thigh. He swallowed. “Not much I can do about it.”
“You can say no,” he said softly, nudging his thighs apart with his leg.
“Yes,” Michael croaked as Anthony’s lips came down to his throat. “Yes.”
Anthony released his wrists as he made his way down his chest with his lips and his tongue. He took his time tasting his nipples, and licked his way around his navel, and down to the base of his cock.
There were condoms and lube lying everywhere on the bed so Michael wasn’t surprised when Anthony inserted a slippery finger up inside of him, then two as his mouth continued to move over his cock and balls. “Fuck, Anthony, God…” he breathed, biting down so hard on his lip that he tasted blood.
“You want me to stop?”
“No, no, ah, don’t stop.” He couldn’t speak any more. His entire body was going into spasms as soft lips kissed and enveloped his cock and balls, and fingers slipped in and out of his ass. When Anthony lifted Michael’s legs up over his broad shoulders, he was more than ready to accept all he had to offer. When he felt the head of his cock poking against his entrance, he was prepared to beg. One of Anthony’s hands reached up to tweak his nipple. Michael grabbed it and kissed his fingers. That brought a soft laugh from Anthony, who responded by pushing the head of his cock up inside of him. He left it in place for a moment, then, moved it deeper, causing Michael’s head to arch back against the mattress. “Yes, yes, God,” he whispered, as Anthony’s breathing grew shallow and he delved in, letting out a strangled moan as he did.
“God, you’re tight,” he hissed, beginning to move inside of him. “You feel so good.”
Feeling good just didn’t capture what Anthony’s cock felt like inside of him. He looked up into his face, and swore. Why’d he have to be so gorgeous? Why did he have to have a cock like that? Why in hell did he have to know just what to do with that cock to drive him out of his mind? There were sounds coming out of him now that didn’t sound quite human. It wasn’t him crying out, was it? Was it him gasping, groaning like that…saying… “God…oh God…yeah…go, go…oh fuck…fuck!”
Anthony’s slick body tumbled down on top of him. He moved his face against his and muttered a contented grunt, and Michael lay there, stunned, disbelieving that finally he’d had a man who left him totally satisfied, without restraints, without role play, just him, just…Anthony.
His instinct was to push him off, roll away from him, recover his dignity, but the pressure of his beautiful, hard body against his was too much. He wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed his hair. He gave himself the luxury of moving his hand down over Anthony’s ass, so firm, so delightfully round. No wonder he looked so good in jeans. “This can’t happen again,” he said suddenly, surprised when the words echoed around them.
Anthony lifted his head up. “Why did you say that?”
Michael shrugged. “I’m not sure.”
Anthony disentangled himself from Michael, and sat up. He pushed the hair out of his face, and tilted his head. To say he looked amazing sitting there naked and perplexed was an understatement. Michael had all he could do not to drag his body down next to his again, and just hold him. “You must have had a reason.”
Michael licked his lips. Suddenly he wanted out of this bed. He wanted away from him. “We’re all wrong for each other.” He sat up too, then, quickly got off the bed.
“I didn’t ask you to marry me; besides, I wasn’t the one who started this, if I recall.”
“I just want you to know that it’s just sex,” Michael said, walking over to the window and picking up his pants. “I won’t want you tomorrow.” He didn’t look at him.
Anthony didn’t reply.
“We have two years together.” Michael put on his pants. “At least now I know what my father saw in you. Maybe that’s what this was all about for me.”
“You’re a fucking piece of work,” Anthony hissed.
Michael turned around and looked at him. Anthony began to dress. “Let’s forget it, okay?”
Anthony didn’t reply. He just left the room.
Chapter Seven
Anthony got up around three in the afternoon. He spent at least twenty minutes in the shower, and tried not to dwell on what had happened between him and Michael. He was still angry about what Michael had said to him as he dragged on a pair of jogging pants. After making love the way they had, he’d almost felt close to him for the first time, until he had to ruin it with his innuendos. Well, to hell with him. It was just sex, like he said. Great sex, but sex was sex.
He dressed quickly, skipping the shave, and ran down the stairs. He’d have some coffee and be on his way.
Jason was sitting at his usual place at the kitchen table, sipping a diet Coke. He looked up at him with bloodshot eyes as Anthony walked in. “You look like shit,” Anthony told him.
“Thanks. Going for a jog?”
“Yeah. Did Michael’s guests get breakfast?”
“I don’t know. Michael left to take them to the airport.”
Anthony frowned. “Already? They just got here.”
Jason shrugged.
“He didn’t take my car again, did he?”
“Yep.”
“Fuck. He didn’t even ask me.”
“You can take mine, no problem,” Jason said, pushing his keys across the table at him. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m going back to bed for a few hours.”
“I don’t need it now.”
“Michael said to tell you he’ll be at work tonight.”
“Good.” Anthony poured some coffee, and took a few sips.
Jason scraped the stool away from the table. “Need to run off some tension?”
“Yeah.”
“There’re better ways, you know.” Jason gave him a suggestive look.
“Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.” He drained the cup, and then took off for his jog.
* * * * *
“I’m sorry,” Michael said again as he watched Evan and Doug trudge toward the terminal. “I really wish you’d let me pay for your tickets.”
They were pissed, and he couldn’t blame them. He waved to them as they disappeared, and then turned around and walked back toward the exit. Shit. He doubted Evan would ever speak to him again. He was really pissed off at him when he’d come into the room around eleven o’clock and suggested that it would be a good idea if they left. It took some explaining. He’d blamed it on work, saying that
something had come up, and there was a lot more work to do than he’d imagined.
Dougie didn’t say too much, but Evan ripped into him. “It’s because of that Anthony guy. You were with him after we got kicked out. You fucked him, didn’t you? Can’t say I blame you. But…now you want to get rid of us! Why didn’t you just say you wanted him in the first place?”
For some reason after Anthony had left the room, the only thing he wanted was to get rid of those guys. He really didn’t have an explanation for it. He just knew they had to go.
As he drove back home, he figured that Anthony was probably up and freaking out because he’d taken his car again. He hoped Jason has passed on the message that he was taking the guys to the airport and he’d be back right away. He’d go back to work tonight, give Anthony the night off if he wanted. In fact, he hoped to hell Anthony would take him up on the offer. He really didn’t want to be around him for awhile. He was dreading the minute when he’d have to look him in the eye. Why in hell had he done that? Why had he seduced him?
As he stopped for a traffic light, Michael closed his eyes. What in hell had possessed him? And worse, it had been good, really good. Had his father been in love with Anthony? Well, it was possible. He wouldn’t have blamed him, not the way Anthony kissed. He couldn’t believe that his father could have had him once, and not wanted him again.
Michael laid on his horn suddenly as some guy cut him off. The guy gave him the finger and Michael swore. He gave himself a mental shake and focused on the road. Whatever had happened between them, it was better just to forget about it.
* * * * *
Anthony was the first person Michael saw when he walked into the house. He was sitting in the kitchen, a cup of coffee in his hand. He looked like he’d just gotten out of the shower.
“We’re out of milk,” Michael said absently to Anthony, taking a mug down from the cupboard.
“I just bought some. It’s in the side door.”
Michael opened the refrigerator and took it out. “Thanks.”
“You took my car again without asking.”
“I brought my friends back to the airport.”
“How come?”
Michael poured some milk into his coffee. “Want some more?” he asked, holding up the coffee pot, and gesturing in the direction of Anthony’s empty mug.
“Don’t change the subject. They just arrived yesterday,” he said, running a hand through his damp hair.
“They had to leave.” He shrugged. “Family emergency.”
“You’re not a very good liar.”
“Let it go, Anthony.”
“Fine. If you don’t want to tell me, that’s…”
“I don’t want to tell you.”
There was silence for a few minutes, then Michael said, “You been exercising, or did you just get up late?” He poured him some more coffee and then sank into the chair opposite him.
“I went for a jog. No weights today. I’m too damn lazy. Really slacking.”
Michael shook his head, and gave him a mawkish look. “Oh, shut up. You didn’t get a body like that procrastinating. I don’t have the discipline to jog. I hate it.”
Anthony laughed. “You can use the exercise room anytime.”
“Is that a hint?”
“No,” he replied, shaking his head innocently. “It’s just a…”
“Yeah, yeah, shut up.” He made a face. “Did you make this coffee?”
“Yeah, last night. I used the timer. No good?”
“Yeah, it is. Very good, actually. Not raunchy like it usually is.”
“Too bad. I needed raunchy this morning, something to wake me up.”
“Try raunchy sex, it will wake you up, and it tastes better.”
Anthony raised an eyebrow. “Are you being smart?”
Michael grinned at him. “Probably.”
“Don’t be getting any ideas.”
“I didn’t say a word. So, to change the subject, what happens at Christmas? Are we open?”
“Christmas Eve. We have a little party after closing, and then we close Christmas Day and the twenty-sixth. Same arrangement New Year’s.”
“We have to work New Year’s Eve?”
“You don’t. I’ll do it,” he said, standing up.
His T-shirt was tight, and those little nylon shorts he was wearing…yum.
“Michael,” Anthony said suddenly. “Earth to Michael?”
“Oh yeah, sorry.” Michael laughed. “I was distracted by your shorts.”
“My shorts, or what’s in them?”
“Nasty.”
Anthony frowned. “Well, given that you said what happened between us was a one-time thing, I suggest you get your mind off of the contents of my pants.”
Michael put down the cup, and raised an eyebrow. He quickly changed the subject.
“Do I have to decide this minute about this Christmas/New Year’s stuff?”
“No. Think about it. I’m going to take a shower.”
Michael watched him walk out of the kitchen. His cock was suddenly hard. It could have been those shorts, or the thought of Anthony being naked in the shower. God, he had a great body. The things he imagined doing with that body. He wondered if he needed someone to scrub his back for him. Michael pushed the coffee aside. To hell with what he’d said yesterday. This was today.
Anthony heard the door handle turn on the bathroom door. He wiped the shampoo out of his eyes and turned around to see who it was, although deep down he already knew. The shower door slid open and Michael stepped in. Anthony looked at him. “Decided you couldn’t wait for the shower to be free? No one is that dirty, Michael.” His voice sounded casual but his entire body was trembling. His nipples instantly stiffened, either from the fact that Michael was so close or from the water beating down on them. His cock jerked a little, his balls lifting; he licked his lips in anticipation.
Michael was rubbing his hands on a bar of soap. “I just came to see if you needed any help.”
“I see. How thoughtful of you. It can be a challenge to take a shower by oneself these days.”
Anthony felt Michael’s arms slide around his waist, and he heard him moan deeply as his body pressed against his. He sighed. “Christ, you feel so good.” Slippery hands moved down over Anthony’s stomach, gripping his sex. “Hard, umm, nice and hard.”
Anthony ground his ass back against Michael’s groin. He let his head go back as Michael began to stroke his cock. He wanted to remind him of what he’d said earlier, but he quickly forgot to. Michael’s lips came down on his throat and then went to his shoulder and bit it gently. His hand kept up the pressure on his cock as the other one worked its way back to his chest.
“Fuck me.” Michael sighed against his neck.
Anthony turned around in his arms and lowered his mouth to his. He kissed him deeply, one hand on his ass and the other moving around to Michael’s swollen cock. Michael was devouring his mouth. Anthony could feel the need in him, and his body was responding. Michael moaned into his mouth, then, reared back. “Get a condom, and take me to your room.”
Anthony stood there for a second, looking at him. “Are you sure this is…?”
Michael glanced down at his erection. “Do you require more proof?”
Anthony trailed his finger over his cock. “No.” He smiled softly.
Michael took his hand. “Turn off the shower. Come on.”
Michael’s hands were all over him again as soon as they were in his room. He left him only long enough to take the condom from the drawer, then he pushed him down on the bed. He opened the condom while Anthony watched him, and began to position it at the tip of Anthony’s cock.
“God, you’re beautiful, you know that?” Michael said, rolling the condom down to the base, then, falling on top of him.
Anthony gave him back kiss for kiss, caressing his ass as Michael sat up and began to straddle his cock.
“I plan to use your cock, so don’t move.”
He winked at
him, which caused Anthony to laugh. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” Anthony replied, grunting as he felt the head of his cock begin to enter Michael’s ass.
Michael bore down on him, muttering words which sounded incoherent, but it didn’t matter. He couldn’t really focus on the words anyway. Michael had completely swallowed his sex and now he was beginning to move his body up and down on it, causing his entire body to flush with pleasure.
“Oh God,” he said, his hips beginning to move. He was completely in Michael’s power, the rhythm was entirely Michael’s, a rhythm which went from slow and sensual to fast and furious, culminating in both of them praying to God and shouting out obscenities.
They lay there, breathing hard in unison, trying to recover. Eventually,Anthony rolled over onto his side. He looked at Michael. It made no sense for him to be lying here with him, and yet at the moment, he couldn’t imagine doing anything else. He wanted to ask him what this was, but he doubted that Michael knew himself.
Michael was looking into his eyes, perhaps as confused as he was. A hand reached out and touched his hair, pushing it back. Anthony grabbed it with his and kissed it, then released it. Michael laughed softly. “You need to stop wearing those shorts.”
“What would you like me to wear?” Anthony asked innocently.
“Nothing.”
He laughed. “I’m wearing nothing now.”
“I see that,” Michael said, reaching out and running a hand down his chest to his stomach. “You’re hard again,” he said, running his finger over the tip of his cock.
“I’m always hard.”
“That’s good. Can I make that joke about a hard man is good to find?”
“I think you just did.”
“Oh, yeah. Guess I did.” He wrapped his fingers around Anthony’s shaft. “I want you again. Can you believe that?” He didn’t give him time to comment. He moved his body closer and pressed his mouth against his.
Anthony delved his tongue inside his mouth, running it along his lips, then, trailing it down his chest to his nipples where he began to lick them. Michael kept squeezing his cock until Anthony moved down further and spread his thighs apart. He felt Michael’s hands in his hair as he took his erection into his mouth. His fingers tightened and pulled, causing him to wince, but it didn’t stop him from sucking and licking his cock and his balls. At the same time, he lifted his hips a little and inserted a finger up inside of him. He began to fuck him with his finger, which elicited little whimpers from Michael, which turned into a gruff shout when Anthony lifted his legs over his broad shoulders, replacing the finger with his cock.