by Ines Johnson
“You know that I’m here for you, Khial. Whatever you need, you can ask it of me and I will give it to you.”
Khial said nothing more.
Jian worked Khial’s back muscles. Khial rolled his head under Jian’s manipulations.
“Come,” Jian said when he was finished.
Khial stiffened.
Jian wrapped his fingers around Khial’s bicep. He gave the male a gentle tug towards the shower stall. “Let’s wash this off of you.”
Jian reached in and turned the shower water on. He had his back to Khial as he adjusted the temperature to get the water just right. Behind him he heard the soft swish of Khial’s pants as they dropped to the floor.
Jian stepped over the threshold that separated the shower stall from the bathroom tile. He did not turn back to watch Khial, he waited.
Khial stepped in behind Jian, pulling the glass door closed.
Jian stepped forward, angling the shower head over his head. The water fell behind Jian. Instead of pinging the ceramic floor, it made a pat pat sound off of Khial’s chest. Khial’s arms came on either side of Jian.
Jian turned around. He was eye level with Khial. Jian took in the man’s strong jaw. His normally cloudy eyes were clear now as the water ran down his neck.
Jian reached above him and aimed the shower head at Khial’s chest. Once the water made a cascade down Khial’s broad pecks, Jian reached his hands out and began washing away the the remaining poultice from the man’s body. It was an easy reach as he was boxed into Khial’s body, caged by his arms. But though Khial’s arms were on either side of Jian, he came no closer.
Jian kept his hands above the man’s waist. When he finished cleaning Khial’s chest, Jian reached and around and guided the water over Khial’s shoulders and down the man’s back. Jian reached around and wiped away the salt.
Unlike before, Khial didn’t close his eyes at Jian’s touch. He looked directly at Jian, a tidal of emotions sweeping across his face. Jian watched his own hands and forearms, allowing Khial the privacy he needed to gather his courage, his faith.
When he was done, he looked into Khial’s eyes and smiled. “Is that better?”
Khial didn’t answer. He took a step into Jian and crushed his mouth to his.
Jian fought his instinct to give as good as he was getting. He allowed Khial to claim him, to maneuver him where ever he needed to go.
Khial pushed Jian into the wall tile. Jian felt Khial’s erection against his belly. Unbidden Jian’s hands went into the man’s hair. He couldn’t help himself. He wanted it as much, as evidently, as Khial did.
Khial pulled away. He closed his eyes for a moment. His foot taking a step back.
Jian waited, holding his breath.
Finally, Khial opened his eyes. He reached past Jian and turned off the water. He took two steps until his body was flush with Jian’s.
“Jian?”
Jian blinked, looking again into those clear blue eyes.
“Would you turn around for me?”
Chapter Four
Jian’s body was different than Dain’s. There were no soft spots on Jian’s toned body. No scars from surgeries. No blemishes from herbal applications gone wrong.
Jian was even-toned planes of pure muscle and sinew. Each part of his body primed and sculpted for pleasure. Khial couldn’t stop touching the male. His fingers in awe of the peaks and valleys. Khial skittered along the path of Jian’s back watching the landscape of his shoulders and spine reshape and reform under his touch.
The monk had always been patient with him. The monk had always trusted in him.
Not monk. Husband. Jian was Khial’s husband.
Khial and Dain had never spoken vows. Had never needed the words between them. Dain would forever be in Khial’s heart, but he had Jian here in the flesh in his hands.
Dain had called Jian into their lives, for their wife. Would he ever have imagined that the male would become Khial’s lover, his bondmate.
All Dain’s life, he’d tried to shed light and love onto Khial. When Dain left, Chanyn took up the mantel. And now before him, leaning into the shower wall and arching his ass back like an offering, stood Jian.
It was beyond Khial’s comprehension that so many people had come into his life, offering light to someone with such darkness inside. But Khial hadn’t felt as though he were groping in the dark this last month with Chanyn and Jian. Standing in the light of their love he felt grounded. He felt a part of something whole. He felt light, as though he could float away, but the two hands holding on either side kept him rooted.
It was both scary and heady at the same time because it defied logic, it defied reason. It wasn’t real, the lightness. And if it was it couldn’t last.
“Khi.”
Jian’s forehead rested against the tile, but Khial saw the small smile on his lush lips.
“Stop thinking. Just feel. You trust me, now trust yourself.”
Khial looked down at Jian’s ass. His hands spread over the two round globes. Jian flexed under his fingertips. Khial’s dick arrowed straight for the target. Jian’s asshole puckered like lips awaiting contact for a kiss.
Unbidden, an image of Dain arose in Khial’s mind. Dain beckoning to Khial, his pink lips pressed together, waiting.
Khial took a step back from Jian. He felt Jian shudder. Saw Jian’s ass cheeks begin to close as the male straightened. Instead of a welcoming pink hole, a shadow formed at the cleft of Jian’s ass.
Khial heard the darkness calling to him. The dark room he used to share with Dain. Once filled with light, but cold and empty now that Khial was alone. He didn’t want to go back there. He wanted warmth and light and love.
Khial stepped into Jian. His body flush up against the monk. His head bowed between Jian’s strong shoulder blades. His belly belly curving into Jian’s spine. His dick pressed into the crevice of Jian’s ass, seeking that warm welcome.
“Just breath,” Jian intoned.
They stood like that for long moments. Breathing in and out. Soon their breaths matched. They moved as though one. Jian leaned forward to give Khial access. Khial leaned back to claim entry.
Khial rubbed the tip of his dick between Jian’s ass. Those pink lips puckered once more, offering Khial an eager kiss.
“It’s been a while for me.” Jian’s voice was rough with want.
It took Khial a moment to understand his meaning. It had been awhile since Jian had been with another man.
Khial reached for oils on the table just outside the shower stall. He dabbed a generous amount on his fingertips and then began massaging Jian’s ass.
Jian closed his eyes, his head rolled back in ecstasy. For weeks, Khial had been a student under Jian’s watchful gaze. Khial could remember many moments when his own eyes closed, his own head rolled back in ecstasy while inside Chanyn. When he’d opened his eyes, Jian watched him with a grin full of pride.
Now it was Khial orchestrating Jian’s pleasure. Khial looking down at Jian with a face full of pride.
Khial took his dick and glossed Jian’s ass hole. He took a confident step forward and pushed into the man.
A deep groan emanated from Jian. His fingertips clawed at the wet tile. His head cocked to the side and his shoulders bunched. His breaths came out in little pants as he waited for Khial to push further into him.
Khial had the urge to grab Jian’s chin and claim another set of lips. To use his tongue and gloss those lips before pushing past and into Jian’s mouth.
Instead, he grabbed Jian’s hips and thrust in.
Both Khial and Jian groaned when he was fully seated. The sight of Khial’s dark dick sunken into Jian’s tanned ass nearly made him blow. The contrast was a thing of beauty, but the feel of it was beyond description. Khial closed his eyes and tried to remember every detail.
They both held still to adjust. Jian’s ass was tight. Tighter than Chanyn’s pussy could ever hope to be.
Khial retreated slowly. Jian followed him, graspin
g, refusing to relinquish Khial’s length. Khial grinned, tracing the planes of Jian’s back. He never imagined himself having dominion over the pleasure monk.
Khial pulled out to the tip. A shudder and needy groan trembled through Jian. Khial thrust all the way back in. Again, both males groaned on impact.
And so it went.
Khial placed his feet flush with Jian’s. He kept one hand on Jian’s hip and wrapped the other around Jian’s chest. He leaned them both back and thrust higher, harder.
Jian closed his eyes, giving himself over entirely to Khial.
For a second, Khial marveled at the absolute trust the man had in him. Jian’s head lolled back, resting against Khial’s shoulder. Khial could easily angle his head down and take Jian’s lips.
Instead, Khial wrapped the hand that was on Jian’s hip around the other man’s chest. His hand now rested against Jian’ heart. Khial closed his eyes and thrust even harder. Jian arched back into him, begging for more. Khial hadn’t realized he needed to thrust this hard, this rough. He’d spent so many nights angling for gentleness with Chanyn. The thought of her soft heat thrilled him, but he turned his focus back to the man he was currently buried deep inside.
With his eyes still closed, Khial got lost in the sound of their coupling.
Thwap, thawp, went the sound of Khial thrusting harder and harder into Jian.
Slap, slap, went the sound of Jian’s dick as it bounced up and down on his thigh.
Mixed in were the duet of each of their moans.
It was good, so good. But somehow, Khial wanted, needed more.
Jian arched back into his touch. His groans gave permission, begged for more.
Khial went faster, harder, deeper. The pace and the friction loosened something deep inside of him. Or maybe it tightened something that had long come a-loose.
Khial couldn’t determine. He didn’t want to think. Didn’t want to wonder or imagine. In this moment, he just wanted to breath and trust that everything would work out as it should.
By the Goddess, Jian not only surrounded his dick, he’d infiltrated his head. Well, so be it. Khial felt like he was flying, soaring high like a bird in the night that knows the sunlight is just over the horizon. There was no logic or reason to what he was feeling, but he went with it any way. It felt too good to pass up.
And then Khial realized, that thing on the horizon, that was his orgasm approaching.
Khial opened his eyes. He watched the muscles change planes on Jian’s back. Hills and valleys forging and falling in the light of Jian’s ecstasy. All by Khial’s hand. He felt like a god watching those shapes rise and fall.
And soon he erupted.
He pulsed into Jian letting out a guttural roar, as his body squeezed every last ounce of pleasure from his balls.
Khial wasn’t sure how long it took him to recover. When he’d gathered his wits, he realized his face rested against Jian’s chest. Jian’s strong arms were the only thing holding him up in the shower stall.
Khial straightened. He took a step back. Jian let him go, releasing him from the embrace. Khial realized his mistake. He wanted to step back into that cocoon of warmth the second he stepped outside of it. He didn’t want to go backwards any longer. Not back into the darkness. Not back to the solitude in his old room.
“I’m sorry,” Khial said.
“What for?”
Khial motioned southward, in the general direction of Jian’s semi hard penis. “I didn’t…”
Jian smiled, then shrugged. “Next time.”
Khial felt a stirring below in his dick. He hadn’t blown it. There would be a next time. With that thought he could go back to his bedroom and perhaps even get some sleep.
“Why don’t you go on to bed,” Jian. “I’m just going to clean up.”
Khial turned from the door. Once back in Chanyn’s bedroom, he paused. He looked at Chanyn asleep in the bed. He looked at the closed door behind him where he heard Jian running water. Between Chanyn and Jian was the door to the hall.
Khial walked past the door and to the edge of the bed where Chanyn lay. A lock of hair fell in her face. He reached down and brushed it away.
Her eyes opened. “Where did you go?”
“I just took a shower.”
“I don’t like it when you’re gone.”
Khial climbed into the bed. He opened his arms and she came into them before he’d opened them all the way. Khial wrapped her up tight.
“I promised you,” he said. “I will never leave you again.”
He felt her sigh against his chest. “I love you, Khi.”
Khial felt the floodgates of his heart open. He felt that he was suspended in air, he sailed so high.
The door to the bathroom opened. Jian came out. When he spied them in the bed, he smiled. Khial expected the male to go to the opposite side of the bed, on the other side of Chanyn.
Jian came up beside Khial and slid under the covers. He leaned over Khial to kiss Chanyn. Then Jian’s lips landed upon Khial’s temple. They lingered for a moment. Khial wanted to turn into Jian and swap his forehead for his lips. But by the time he’d resolved to do it, Jian had nestled down at the space where Khial’s neck met his shoulders.
Jian spooned himself behind Khial. He reached over Khial’s abdomen and rested his hand on Chanyn hip.
When Khial finally closed his eyes that night, he no longer felt air beneath his feet. He felt himself firmly grounded.
The Sutra
a Pleasure Rites story
Chapter One
Jian watched the flicker of the flame. The candle flame danced around on the wick. Waving its body in happy delight, glowing red at its center and orange at the tips.
Orange was the color of the sex organs.
Red was the color of the base of the spine, what grounded the physical body to the earth.
Jian doused the flame.
He looked up at the dim light, his fingers resting on the dimmer switch. He wanted control over the mood. He didn’t want a flicker burning bright or going out at the wrong moment. Getting to frenzy in one color or the other. He needed balance.
He lowered the light. But too low and it was dark.
In the end, Jian set the dimmer switch half way and relit the candle. There he found balance.
Jian turned and surveyed the rest of the room. He’d laid out a blue sheet hoping the cool colors would open communication.
He’d brought in some plants, hoping the green would unlock the heart chakra.
Everything was in place. He just needed to await the man who he’d gone through so much trouble for.
Jian went to the bedroom door and cracked it open.
Khial should be getting home from his time at the shelter where he taught music to the young discards of the city. Khial had taken the job only a few days ago. Now all three of them had work to do in the day. Jian spent his mornings at the temple teaching new recruits. Chanyn spent her mornings in the garden and then at the hall of records working with paper documents in the library. And now Khial volunteered his time at the shelter.
They’d each pledged to get home by dinner, and so far they had all kept their word. Only tonight Chanyn was having dinner with her cousin Merlyn, leaving Jian and Khial alone for the first time since their union.
They’d slept in a cocoon around their wife each night this week. Jian’s love and desire for Chanyn grew exponentially each day. But Jian and Khial had had a tryst earlier in the week and Jian was eager to couple with his husband again.
Much of Jian’s instruction as a teacher at the temple centered on the females in the bond. But this morning, Jian had began a series of lectures on male pleasure intended for the male bondmates.
During his lecture his mind kept straying to his husband’s brown skin; Khial’s strong thrusts deep inside him. Jian had not yet kissed his husband and he yearned to. He wanted to show Khial how to share energies and have prolonged sex where orgasm wasn’t the key, but a deeper connection was the goal.
That deeper connection led to intense orgasms, the kind that made you see the Goddess.
Jian heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairway. His heart sped up in anticipation. He exited Khial’s bedroom and went to the banister.
Khial looked weary from the day. He had his violin case in hand. He trudged up the step one at a time. Jian watched his bondmate’s easy gate, but frowned at the slump in his shoulders. He would soon fix that.
“Hey,” Jian called.
Khial glanced up, halfway up the stairs. His eyes caught Jian’s, a small smile played on his lips. Khial never smiled outright. He would relax his scowl when he held Chanyn in his arms, or when he rested his head against her breasts. But the moment they parted, his features would return to what Jian and Chanyn called the Khial Scowl.
Looking at Jian now, Khial’s features relaxed. A spark lit behind his eyes. His shoulders straightened. Jian saw the grip on the violin case tighten.
Khial’s lips parted. “Hey,” he said. His foot paused on the step.
Jian waited in place.
For the past week, the three of them had shared a bed once more. Sharing their wife between them. Jian often caught Khial’s eyes lingering on his cock or his ass or his lips. But Khial never made a move on him.
Jian often reached a hand over to Khial during their lovemaking with Chanyn. Jian would run a hand down Khial’s spine and watch him shudder. He’d grasp his ass a time or two when Chanyn lay between them, Khial inside her, Jian stroking her breasts. Khial never jerked from Jian. Instead Jian would watch the other male soar under his touch. Their eyes locking. The desire clear. Though he never shied away, it was as though Khial didn’t know how to reach out to him. Tonight would be different.
“You’re home early,” Khial said taking another step up.
“Yes,” Jian nodded. “Chanyn’s not here. She’s having dinner with Merlyn.”
Khial’s eyes dipped from Jian’s mouth to his hips. He took another step.