Burden

by K. C. Wells

  Randy seemed to be on the same page. He grabbed Jesse’s hips, lifting him up off the bed. “Spread for me.” Jesse barely had time to comply before he felt the slick heat of a wide head pushing insistently against his hole. Then Randy was in him up to the hilt, and my God, Jesse felt every blessed inch.

  “Fuck.” The word shuddered out of Randy, carried on a long breath, even as he slowly withdrew his dick. “Oh God, how that feels….” Strong hands gripped Jesse’s shoulders, and the air was punched from his lungs as Randy slid into him with one long, deep stroke of his cock.

  Three, four, five thrusts later, Randy pulled out completely and flipped Jesse onto his back. He scrambled off the bed, grabbed Jesse by the hips, and tugged him until his ass hung over the edge. Jesse got one look at that beautiful dick before Randy plunged it back inside him, holding on to Jesse’s legs, spreading him wide, gripping him around his ankles. The sudden change of position shocked Jesse into a whoop of laughter that he couldn’t hold inside him a second longer.

  “Fuck, yeah, that’s it,” he yelled out in encouragement. Randy grabbed one leg and held it aloft, Jesse’s ankle resting against Randy’s shoulder while he fucked him, always going deep, lighting up every nerve ending and making Jesse cry out with the sheer fucking pleasure of it all. He reached for his cock, but Randy pushed his hand away.

  “You’re not gonna come yet.” Randy’s voice was raw. Then Jesse closed his eyes as Randy slowed to a crawl, the long, delicious slides into his body sending wave after wave of sensual bliss pulsing through him, until he was crying out for more.

  Randy let go of his leg and climbed onto the bed beside him, lifting Jesse’s leg once more so he was almost on his side before sliding into him again. Jesse slipped his arm around Randy’s neck and pulled him down into a brutal kiss, while Randy began to thrust into him at a leisurely pace that lasted for all of three or four slow glides. Then he was fucking into him with long strokes, Jesse feeding him soft cries of sheer joy as Randy brought him to the edge.

  Fuck, when had it ever been this good?

  RANDY KNEW he was close, could feel it right there, and he didn’t want it to end. He gazed at Jesse, taking in the glisten of sweat on his brow and chest, the scent that poured out of him, stirring Randy’s senses. Randy let go of Jesse’s leg and cupped his cheek, staring into those gorgeous blue eyes.

  “I want to come like this, where I can see your eyes,” he said breathlessly. I want to see that look in your eyes, the same look you had at that concert, where you were lost in the moment, carried away by the beauty of it all. He pulled out of Jesse, almost to the point where he was completely free of him, then slowly, exquisitely, he sheathed his dick all the way inside that tight body.

  A shudder rippled through Jesse, and he grabbed his cock seconds before it erupted over his belly. “Fuck,” he moaned softly, his skin laced with the creamy spatter.

  Randy kept moving inside him, slow and steady, until Jesse’s shivers had ebbed away. Then he picked up speed, his own need driving him as he thrust deep into Jesse and stilled, his balls tight as he filled the latex, his own shivers jolting him as his dick pulsed out its last drops, Jesse’s body wrapped tightly around it. Jesse reached for him, and their lips met in an unhurried kiss while they lay there, touching, caressing, stroking, until Randy’s heartbeat was once more back to normal.

  He removed the condom, tied it up, and dropped it into the basket beside the bed.

  “Wow.”

  Randy turned to stare at him, his pulse quickening, his chest tightening. “Wow?”

  Jesse broke into a smile that lit up his eyes. “Sorry. All I’m capable of right now. I’ll give you better feedback when I get more blood to my brain.” He chuckled. “But if it helps? It’s a really good wow.”

  Randy could live with that.

  Jesse opened his arms wide. “Now come here.”

  He laughed. “Uh-uh. You’re all sticky.”

  “And whose fault is that?” Jesse rolled his eyes. “A dainty cop. Who’d have thought it?”

  To hell with that. Randy rolled on top of him, and cradling Jesse’s head between his forearms, he kissed him, taking his time, loving how Jesse brought up those long legs and wrapped them around him, squishing their bodies together.

  “Besides,” Jesse murmured between kisses, “think of all the fun we can have in the shower.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  THIS HAS to be a dream, right?

  Jesse was in Randy’s bed, curled up in Randy’s arms like he fucking belonged there. It had only taken one word from Randy to have him decide where he was sleeping that night.

  “Stay.”

  Like Jesse was gonna ignore that.

  He was pretty sure there had been more kissing going on in Randy’s shower than washing, but Jesse wasn’t about to complain. Not that he indulged in a whole lotta kissing in his daily life. That was… intimate, especially the bare-your-soul kind of kisses he’d shared with Randy. Water cascading down on them, Randy’s hands on his back, his belly, his ass, his lips locked on Jesse’s, like he couldn’t get enough of him….

  One night was never going to be enough in Jesse’s book.

  Randy stirred behind him, his breath warm on Jesse’s shoulder. “This feels good,” he murmured.

  Hearing his own thoughts echoed settled Jesse’s few remaining doubts. He’d longed to ask if it had been everything Randy had expected, but hadn’t dared. That left only one question.

  “No regrets?”

  “Just one.”

  Jesse turned in Randy’s arms, seeking his face in the darkened room. “What?”

  Randy huffed. “It was over way too fast. By the time I realized how amazing it felt, I was already on the point of shooting my load.”

  Jesse snickered. “Yeah, well, join the club. That was one hell of a frantic fuck.” He sighed when Randy’s hand caressed his cheek. God, the simplest touch from him and my heart starts beating faster….

  “And what if that wasn’t what I wanted?”

  Before Jesse could reply, Randy’s mouth met his in a kiss that was worlds away from the fervent collision of lips, teeth, and tongues of a few hours previous. This was tender, gentle… sensual.

  Then Jesse was pushed firmly onto his back and Randy moved to straddle his hips, the kissing not ceasing for a second. Randy rocked gently against him while he explored Jesse’s mouth with exquisite attention, tugging on his lower lip before sucking on his tongue. He kept up that leisurely rolling of his hips as they kissed, his hand on Jesse’s neck, until Jesse could feel the heat and steel of him once more against his own thickening dick.

  Jesse held Randy’s face between his hands, their breath mingling. “Don’t stop kissing me,” he begged.

  Randy gave a soft chuckle. “Wasn’t planning on it.” Then it was right back to kissing, only now Jesse stroked his chest and neck, learning the feel of him, breathing him in with every inhalation. Randy, too, was lost in his own explorations, caressing Jesse’s face and neck, pausing now and again to smile, as though it was slowly dawning on him that this felt good.

  “I’m gonna have stubble burn after this, aren’t I?” Randy chuckled again. “That might prove a little… interesting to explain.”

  Jesse grinned. “Now you know why I prefer being clean-shaven.”

  Randy kissed down his neck, sending shivers trickling through him as his cheek grazed the skin. He shifted position until he was staring into Jesse’s eyes. “You like it when I kiss you there?”

  “God, yes.” Jesse bit his lip. “Turns me on.”

  Randy’s eyes widened. “Where else can I touch you, if I want to turn you on?”

  Jesse’s breathing quickened. “My… my nipples. Love it when—” That was as far as he got before Randy’s mouth encased his nipple, sucking at it, teasing it with his tongue. Jesse closed his eyes and moaned softly, catching his breath when Randy caught his other nipple between finger and thumb and tweaked it, sending waves of sensual pleasure surging all the
way to his cock.

  When Randy moved lower, shifting down Jesse’s body, kissing his abs, his belly, down to the dip where his pubes lay atop his dick, he opened his eyes and moaned in anticipation.

  “Fuck, I wanna see you.” Jesse stretched out his hand, reaching for the lamp switch he knew was there somewhere. Suddenly the room was bathed in a soft apricot light, revealing Randy’s face just above Jesse’s dick.

  Randy’s gaze met Jesse’s as he traced the stony length of Jesse’s cock from the head to his sac with his tongue. “You like this too?”

  Jesse snorted. “What man alive doesn’t like having his cock sucked?” He couldn’t resist. “Because I doubt my mouth was the first to encounter your dick.”

  Randy snickered. “Nope. That dubious honor went to Felicia Stevens, when I was eighteen and I lost my cherry.”

  “Was she any good?”

  Randy laughed quietly. “Compared to you? Nope.”

  “Bye, Felicia.” Jesse snorted again. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” Then all humor departed at the feel of Randy’s tongue on the underside of his cock. He shuddered at the touch of Randy’s fingers gently pulling on his balls.

  “And if I really wanted to blow your mind?” Randy stilled, his gaze locked on Jesse, whose heartbeat went into overdrive.

  Jesse spread his legs wide, his pulse rapid. “That depends….”

  “On what?”

  He swallowed. “On how willing you are to… push your boundaries.”

  Randy crawled up his body, until his face was inches from Jesse’s. “Are we talking about a particular boundary?” His voice was low and hoarse.

  Jesse couldn’t break eye contact. “I fucking love it when a guy… eats my ass.”

  Lord, the heat in Randy’s eyes…. Then he worried his bottom lip with his teeth. “Okay if we take it slow?”

  Jesse reached up and cupped his cheek. “You don’t have to, you know. This is just one of my hot buttons. I mean, you could probably make me come from just kissing me.”

  Randy’s eyes gleamed. “Now that I’d like to see.” He stroked Jesse’s face. “Have to be honest here. I remember one time, you were kneeling on one of the red leather couches, between two guys, and….”

  Oh fuck. “I was sucking one off, while the other tongue-fucked me.”

  Randy nodded. “Hottest goddamn thing I ever saw.”

  Heat crawled through Jesse. “Wanna see for yourself?”

  “Fuck, yes.” Randy kissed him on the lips. “Hands and knees, sweetheart.” He rose to his knees.

  Jesse’s heart gave a stutter. The power in one small word…. He flipped over and got on all fours, spreading his legs wide and tilting his ass. Then he grabbed a pillow and held on to it, his heart pounding when Randy gently stroked his asscheek.

  “God, look at you,” Randy whispered.

  Jesse shivered as Randy ran his finger through Jesse’s crack, barely touching his hole. Then his finger was back, only slicker this time, rubbing over his pucker. When he felt the tip of Randy’s tongue, so tentative against his entrance, Jesse let out a low moan, unable to repress the shudder that skated down his back.

  Randy’s chuckle reverberated against his skin, tickling him. “Wow. It’s a bit… funky.” Before Jesse would tell him it was okay and they could stop right there, Randy gave another lick across his hole, and the muscles in Jesse’s stomach quivered.

  God, please, don’t let him stop!

  OKAY, THE taste was sort of how Randy had thought it would be. What he hadn’t counted on was his body’s reaction to the moan of pleasure that tumbled from Jesse’s lips. Because that was so fucking hot. Randy gave a few more licks, his hands full of firm flesh as he spread Jesse’s hole wide. When Jesse pushed back with a groan, Randy grew bolder, pressing his face between Jesse’s asscheeks, his lips finally coming into contact with hot skin.

  “Oh, fuck.” Jesse sank onto the bed, reaching out to grasp the edge of the mattress, gripping it tightly, his knees moving farther apart.

  Fuck. This was…. Randy pushed his tongue against the ring of muscle and was rewarded by a string of soft ohs as Jesse tilted his ass higher still. Randy smiled to himself, licking over Jesse’s hole with longer swipes of his tongue while he wrapped one hand around Jesse’s dick as it pointed toward the bed.

  Jesse’s moans grew louder, and Randy kept up the double assault until finally he was kneeling between Jesse’s spread legs, his face buried in Jesse’s crack, licking and kissing his hole, and loving every minute of it. Jesse writhed beneath him, the noises a constant accompaniment to Randy’s sensual onslaught. When Jesse lay there trembling, Randy kissed a trail up from his hole to his neck, taking his time. By the time he reached Jesse’s head, Jesse was already turning to meet him, his eyes wide and lips parted.

  “Taste yourself,” Randy whispered, before taking Jesse’s mouth in a kiss as he held Jesse’s head in a firm grip. Jesse responded eagerly, their tongues meeting as Randy claimed his mouth again and again.

  Jesse rolled onto his back. “Want you inside me,” he gasped out.

  Randy nodded, scanning the room for Jesse’s bag. It didn’t take long to get ready, and there he was again, slowly sinking his cock into Jesse’s warm body. When he was fully seated, Jesse brought his legs up to wrap around Randy’s waist, his arms around Randy’s neck.

  Fuck, this was so much better than the last time. They were locked together, a tight circle of flesh, their mouths meeting in kiss after kiss as Randy slid unhurriedly in and out of Jesse’s hole, a gentle rock and roll as they moved together.

  “Oh. Oh, yeah,” Jesse murmured between kisses, stroking Randy’s shoulders and back. “Fuck, that’s….”

  Randy kissed him, Jesse’s heels resting on Randy’s ass, his cock sandwiched between their bodies. Then he brought his legs up to lie against Randy’s shoulders, lifting his ass up off the bed, almost bending himself in two.

  “Now, baby,” he murmured. “Want you deep.” He cupped Randy’s face in his hands. “Let me feel you.”

  Randy nodded, sliding nearly all the way out of him, then plunging back in until he was balls-deep.

  “God, yeah, like that,” Jesse groaned, his eyes widening. “Deeper.” His hands were on Randy’s nape, pulling him into a kiss. Randy rocked his hips, the friction just the right side of pleasurable. Jesse nodded, his lips parted, but no sound coming forth.

  Randy braced his arms on either side of Jesse’s head, buried his face in Jesse’s neck, and slipped into a rhythm as he fucked Jesse, going deep with every single thrust. Jesse’s moans and low cries rang out every time Randy drove his dick into him, until Randy knew he was about to come, and he was bringing Jesse with him.

  With a groan, Randy shot hard, his body shaking with the force of it. Jesse clung to him, panting, fighting for breath, trembling as though he felt every throb of Randy’s cock inside him. Randy shivered as the last drops pulsed out of him, a delicious ache crawling through him. Jesse lowered his legs, and Randy moved gently to lie fully on top of him, their mouths locked in a kiss, Jesse’s dick so hard against his belly as they rocked together. Randy slid a hand between their bodies, his fingertips brushing against the head of Jesse’s cock. Jesse moaned into the kiss as warmth spread between them, and Randy groaned to feel it. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to pull free of Jesse’s body, not when they were like this, as close as it was possible to be.

  The words were right there, on his tongue. All he had to do was open his mouth and it would be out there, his soul, bared for Jesse. Because in the midst of the heat, the passion, the sensuality of it all, Randy knew the truth at last.

  He loved Jesse Bryant.

  What scared him to death was Jesse.

  Yes, he’d seemed eager for them to fuck, but…. This is what he does, remember? This is just… sex. It didn’t mean Jesse loved him. Randy wasn’t that naive. It didn’t matter that it had shaken Randy to his core. It was more than a confirmation of what he’d already known. So he was bi. So wh
at? That didn’t matter. What mattered was the confirmation of what lay in his heart.

  How do I tell him? When doing that might make him run a mile?

  Chapter Seventeen

  SUNLIGHT WAS already edging its way through the blinds when Jesse opened his eyes and stretched, blissfully aware of the warm, sated feeling that pervaded every part of his body. Usually he never got the chance to enjoy such a luxury, and as for waking up in another guy’s bed?

  Yeah, this was bliss.

  Beside him, Randy was sound asleep. Jesse smiled to himself, debating whether or not to wake him with a blowjob. It was the weekend, after all, and in Jesse’s mind, that meant only one thing: two more days of making love. He’d switch off his phone and tell the world to go fuck itself for that. He’d do anything if it meant he got to experience more of what they’d shared in the early hours. If he closed his eyes and concentrated, he could still feel Randy moving inside him, so gentle, with such exquisite care that it brought tears to Jesse’s eyes.

  I truly gave myself to him last night. When was the last time I did that? All he knew was that he wanted to hold on to this wonderful feeling for as long as he could, at least until the bubble burst and Monday morning crawled around, when the demands of work would come knocking on their door.

  Work….

  Suddenly the light spilling into Randy’s bedroom wasn’t warm, but cold.

  Yeah, think about that. Have a real good, long, hard think about that.

  It was one thing to escape for a night in Randy’s arms, to lose himself in heat and passion, to let his body soar. It was quite another to see how the world really was in the cold light of day.

  This isn’t gonna work, is it?

  Jesse lay on his back and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the ache inside him. God, it was like some really cliched movie. A hooker with a heart, falling for a guy. Except this wasn’t some Hollywood production. In his case, it was never going to happen. A Vice cop in a relationship with a rent boy? What the hell was he thinking?