Chance of Snow

by Brynn Paulin

  Perhaps it was only because he wanted Rory so badly, but his erection truly was... magnificent. Brennan couldn't explain it any other way. Superlatives seemed to fall short as he stared at the wide, long length as it curved boldly toward Rory's belly. Having kicked off his shoes and socks somewhere along the way, Rory stepped free of the pants and stood completely naked before Brennan.

  Rory grasped his hand around the shaft and stroked upward.

  "Like what you see?"

  Brennan slowly shook his head, but they both knew he meant yes.

  "Show me yours, and I'll let you have mine," Rory chuckled.

  He stepped closer to Brennan and lifted his shirt, partially trapping Brennan's arms inside. Brennan moaned as a hot mouth covered one of his nipples. Rory nipped and sucked, increasing Brennan's already brimming arousal while doling out sweet glimpses of pain.

  Brennan managed to wrestle out of his shirt and kick off his own shoes and socks while Rory continued to lavish attention on his chest. When Brennan stumbled while taking off the second sock, Rory tipped him backward on the bed. Immediately, his hands went to Brennan's fly. Opening it, he yanked the pants to Brennan's thighs. Brennan groaned as his cock bobbed free.

  Precum painted his lower belly as proof of his excitement leaked onto the head.

  "I like what I see, too," Rory growled then licked along the length of Brennan's erection. His teeth scraped the pulsing vein running the underside while Brennan arched off the mattress.

  "Holy fuck," he muttered then Rory took him deep and he felt himself sliding against the back of the man's throat. "Double fuck... Rory..."

  Rory just laughed, the action vibrating along Brennan's shaft as his lover continued fucking him with his mouth. His hand worked in opposition to his lips and Brennan was pretty sure he was about to come way before he wanted to.

  He pushed at Rory's head. "I'm gonna... You've gotta stop!"

  The damn man laughed again, and Brennan squeezed shut his eyes as a rush of energy surged through him and gushed up into Rory's mouth. Rory kept sucking and licking until Brennan calmed and sank into the blankets.

  Rory rose over Brennan and kissed him, his rigid cock leaking on Brennan's hip.

  "Damn you," Brennan muttered.

  "You know you liked it."

  "Fucker."

  "Such a dirty mouth. Can't wait to redden that ass of yours. A nice Christmas-y red to celebrate the holidays."

  At that, Brennan's cock stirred. Shit, what was Rory doing to him? Whatever it was, Brennan would take as much of it as he could get. He had no doubt when they got home, they'd each gravitate back to their own circles and this interlude during a snow storm would become a distant memory.

  "Keep your eyes closed and scooch up on the bed," Rory instructed. Immediately, Brennan's eyes popped open. Rory shook his head. "You don't follow directions well."

  "It's what makes me a good game designer. My head never goes the way it should."

  "Your head's pretty damn brilliant," Rory replied. A blunt-tipped finger drew along Brennan's partially hard cock. "Both heads actually." He pinched just beneath the glans, making Brennan jerk. "Now, do what I said."

  But the eyes that were supposed to close went wider, and his erection filled. Shaking his head to get out of the trance, Brennan closed his eyes and moved toward the pillows. He liked what Rory had done so far, pain and all, so he'd obey.

  He heard Rory rummaging around but didn't look to see what the man was doing. A few moments later, he straddled Brennan's chest. "Keep your eyes closed," he warned.

  Rory drew Brennan's arms above his head then wrapped something cool and occasionally pokey around and around his wrists, banding them together. There was a slight tug and Brennan felt the binding draw tight. There was a click and the room went mostly dark behind his lids.

  "Open now," Rory said.

  Brennan did and couldn't contain the burst of laughter that tumbled from his lips. "You're a sick bastard, Mills."

  "And you're all mine. Tied up and ready for me to tease into coming again."

  "Tied" was subjective, though Brennan was definitely bound.

  Rory had wrapped a strand of multi-colored twinkle lights around Brennan's wrists. When they'd decorated the booth with them, Brennan had never imagined this.

  "I plugged them into the lamp base, so do be careful." A wicked eyebrow lifted. "I guess you won't be able to move much."

  He reached into the shadows beside him on the bed and lifted the gold tinsel garland that had also been part of their decorations.

  Brennan squirmed knowing what the man had in mind.

  "Don't," he begged then groaned as the end trailed over his torso.

  Deftly, Rory directed it over Brennan's nipples, tracing the areolas with the faintest scrape of semi-stiff tinsel.

  "Rory," he pleaded as he bucked against the torturous little pricks and tickles. "Please...Oh God..."

  But his lover wasn't to be dissuaded, and as Brennan struggled to keep his arms still and not topple the lamp, Rory directed the garland over Brennan's upper chest to his arms. He taunted the sensitive flesh around Brennan's armpits and sides. It felt so good, but so... He was sure he'd die if Rory didn't stop. The twinkle lights blinked maniacally around his wrists, taunting his predicament.

  While Brennan watched, Rory looped the tinsel around his palms, tripling the length running between his hands. He slipped it behind Brennan's head. "I have something for you," he said as he scooted closer.

  Chapter Three

  "Yes," Brennan said as Rory pressed his cock nearer to Brennan's mouth. Determined to claim this man in all ways, Rory used the garland to support Brennan's head as Brennan lifted to accept the cock. Wet warmth enclosed Rory's length, and he closed his eyes at the pleasure.

  He'd wanted Brennan for so long. Though he'd known the man's sexual preference, he'd been waiting for the perfect opportunity. And tonight was it. Who would have thought a blizzard would offer the chance he'd been after?

  "That's right," he murmured as he opened his eyes to watch his cock disappearing into Brennan's mouth. "Yes," he hissed.

  "Take all of me."

  Brennan's aroused gaze captured him. The man's pupils had dilated until the black nearly overtook the beautiful green color---though in truth, Rory could barely see it since his lover was illuminated only by the flickering of the twinkle lights. There would never be a Christmas when Rory didn't remember this moment. His cock sliding between Brennan's willing lips... The sweet suction around the length... The belonging gripping tight in his gut...

  Brennan's tongue lashed over the length as Rory focused on fucking the warm passage---but not coming. God, he wouldn't come until he was buried deep in Brennan's ass with the man's muscles convulsing around him.

  His fingers fisted in the garland, and Brennan's head fell backward at the sudden change in support. Rory slipped free of his mouth. He tossed the garland aside and stretched over the other man, kissing him and tasting the faintest trace of the salty precum that had coated his tongue.

  "I want more of you," Brennan moaned.

  "You're gonna have all of me. Promise." Rory kissed along his jaw, the stubble from Brennan's evening shadow a sensual reminder across his lips of why this coupling was so meaningful to him. Brennan might be slightly smaller, he might choose to submit to Rory's dominant needs, but he was all man, willing to take all of Rory.

  Rory supposed Brennan had no idea how much he could actually have.

  He ground against his lover who was hard once more and considered sucking him off again, taking that cum. It was his. He was claiming it for as long as Brennan would have him.

  But right now, he wanted Brennan's ass. "Turn over," he ordered then dipped down his head and bit one of Brennan's nipples. Brennan moaned, his hips jerking beneath Rory's weight.

  "Can't," Brennan said, lifting his hands slightly as Rory slid to the side.

  "I think you can figure it out. Turn and get your ass in the air."

  B
rennan glared at him, but the way he drew the side of his bottom lip between his teeth spoke of his determination. He wasn't actually opposed to the bedroom games happening here, and he was a problem solver. He scooted a little closer to the lamp then rolled. Carefully, he shifted to his knees and elbows.

  Rory studied the firm, rounded globes, and his hand began to itch. He'd promised a spanking, and he wanted Brennan to bear his mark more than anything. He rubbed his palm along one muscular buttock, imagining what the impact would feel like.

  His fingers trailed along the crease of that ass, feeling Brennan's heat and knowing how good it would feel around his cock.

  Brennan had turned his head sideways as he watched Rory, and Rory was glad. He wanted to see the man's reactions as he experienced this for what Rory suspected would be the first time.

  "Have you ever been spanked by your lover?" he asked, flattening his hand on Brennan's ass.

  "No... For God's sake, Rory. You're not gonna---"

  His words were cut off by the loud clap of Rory's palm against his ass.

  "Are you ready to come again?

  § § §

  Fire flashed through Brennan's buttocks, and he barely heard Rory's question. Though... It didn't seem a question. It seemed more of a promise. That palm clapped down again and again in the same spot as Rory followed through on what he'd said. And Brennan didn't know if he should be humiliated or aroused. It warred inside him as the fiery pain built beneath Rory's blows.

  He was a grown man...

  But...

  Damn, it felt too good as the heat penetrated him. It seeped into his ass, gripping his balls, arrowing deep into his rectum. It vibrated across his prostate as the pain started to slip away and all he wanted was for Rory to keep on. His precum rolled across the head of his cock and seemed cool in comparison to the rest of his nether regions.

  "No," Rory rasped, pausing to grab Brennan's hair and hold him still when he moved to bury his face in his pillow to hide his reaction. "I want to see you," Rory growled.

  "Fuck, Rory... It's just so..." His breath huffed out of him while the heated sensation resumed. It seemed unreal that the resounding smacks could bring him so close to orgasm, could rush such fire through him.

  His fingers dug into the pillow as his cum splashed onto his belly. He took a deep, gasping breath. Rory didn't pause, he reached to the bedside table where he must have left supplies when he'd gotten the lights. A moment later, Brennan heard the rip of foil then a click and the squirt of lube. Though he knew what to expect, he jumped at the icy sensation against his burning flesh.

  Slowly, Rory worked a finger inside, and Brennan's eyes rolled back in his head.

  "Yes," he moaned as Rory fucked him with his finger, first one then another.

  He leaned over Brennan and captured his mouth. "You feel so good."

  Fingers pressed harder, deeper, and Brennan gasped again.

  He pushed his ass into Rory's driving hand, careful to keep from tugging the lights and dragging the lamp off the table. There was a slight bite as Rory added a third finger but didn't slow his pace or the force of his thrusts. He used his body to return Brennan to his back, never ceasing his pistoning digits, never stopping the kiss. He controlled all of it---even Brennan's fierce reactions.

  Finally, he lifted Brennan's legs over his shoulders and pressed his cock to Brennan's opening. The slick fingers of one hand gripped Brennan's thigh while the other hand flattened on his belly. And those eyes---so blue in the light but so dark now, so intent---captured his gaze as Rory pushed forward and forced his way deep inside.

  "Rory," Brennan cried as the man fucked him with quick deep drives. His coarse, curling hair abraded the reddened flesh of Brennan's ass and heightened his awareness.

  "Do you know how long I've wanted you to say my name like that?" Rory panted. He pulled back and adjusted his angle. His cock sawed across Brennan's prostate, and Brennan jerked. The lamp scraped forward a couple inches.

  But Brennan barely noticed as his awareness of anything but Rory's body grew fuzzy.

  "Easy there, tiger," Rory laughed. Pressing Brennan's legs toward his chest, he kissed him, and Brennan felt helpless to do anything but kiss him back and be fucked by this amazing man.

  Suddenly, Rory pumped forward hard then froze. His head tossed back, and he groaned loudly, as an entirely new heat filled Brennan's rectum.

  Breathing heavily, Rory pulled free and fell to the side. "You okay?" he asked.

  Brennan smiled. He ached, but he felt replete in a way he never had before tonight. "Perfect."

  § § §

  Eventually, Rory remembered to move.

  "Be right back," he said as he crawled from the bed, switched on the lamp then unplugged the twinkle lights. He knew they'd be warm, but he didn't want them to get any hotter while he was out of the room and couldn't attend to Brennan. He grinned at Brennan's nearly unintelligible acknowledgement of his departure. The man's eyes were closed, and a faint smile curved his lips. Rory shook his head before he climbed right back onto the mattress and started kissing that mouth again.

  No, he had to be responsible first. He might not be completely into BDSM, but he liked control and that dictated he care for his lover before anything else. The care was part of Rory's pleasure.

  He headed into the bathroom where he disposed of his condom then quickly cleaned up. Moments later, he returned to the bed with two damp washcloths. He set one on the bedside table. The other, he ran over Brennan, washing away cum and sweat then cleansing where they'd coupled. He tossed the cloth away and straddled the smaller man. Carefully, he untangled and removed the strand of lights from his wrists. They'd left marks on the flesh. His brows drew together, and he glanced at Brennan's face. His eyes were open, and he grinned.

  "I liked it," he admitted. "All of it actually. It was... unexpected."

  It still bothered Rory that it appeared he'd bound Brennan with thorns. Shit! At least, he wasn't bleeding. He raised one of Brennan's wrists and pressed his lips to it.

  "Rory, it's okay," Brennan insisted. "It'll probably be gone by morning or, if not, soon after."

  Obviously, Brennan was built for this sort of sex.

  Rory directed him onto his belly then placed the second, cooler cloth on his reddened ass. Brennan hissed, and Rory thought he should have gone a little easier on the spanking too, though he knew Brennan had thoroughly enjoyed that. The pair of them could have a lot of fun together.

  Leaving the compress where it was, he stretched out beside Brennan and curled a thigh over his legs and an arm over his waist.

  "Do you think we'll get out of here tomorrow?" Brennan asked then yawned.

  Rory hoped not. "Don't know. It was coming down pretty hard."

  "Damn..." But he didn't sound too disappointed. Reaching behind him, Brennan grabbed the washcloth and tossed it aside then climbed under the covers. He turned onto his side, and Rory slid in behind him then wrapped his arms around Brennan's waist.

  This was turning into the best business trip Rory had ever taken.

  Chapter Four

  Morning came all too soon. Brennan woke in a haze, wondering momentarily where he was and who the hell was behind him. The hard cock against his sore ass reminded him quickly.

  Rory... Rory who he'd wanted for so long and who'd turned out to have a devilish, kinky side.

  Not that Brennan was complaining. Maybe they'd get to explore that a bit more today.

  A loud knock on the door startled him from his thoughts. So much for a relaxed morning in bed with his lover. Rory groaned and pressed his face into the back of Brennan's neck.

  Not a morning person, Brennan decided, grinning.

  "Stay here," Rory protested as the knock came again and Brennan disentangled himself from Rory's grasping hands.

  "They'll go away if you don't answer."

  "I have to," Brennan said once he'd finally gotten to his feet.

  He slipped on his khakis and winced at the slide of the s
tiff fabric over his ass. Foregoing his shirt, he hurried to the door and cracked it open, careful to block the visitor's view into the room.

  "What's up?" he asked the woman on the other side---Erin, one of Rory's fellow promotional execs and close co-workers.

  And a big gossip. She craned her head, but Brennan knew she couldn't see around him, and he wasn't giving her any fodder.

  He wasn't feeding the rumor mill. Besides, he had no idea where things with Rory would go when they left here.

  "The bus is pulling out in an hour," she reported.

  That shocked him. "Seriously?"

  "Yeah, the storm stopped in the middle of the night and the plows have been working like crazy to clear the roads. I'm surprised you didn't hear it. Kept me up all night. The walls are so thin."

  "Nope," he said, hoping the sudden heat in his face didn't show as red. "Didn't hear a thing. I'll let Rory know, and we'll be down shortly."

  He shut the door, careful to keep her view obstructed.

  "Guess you heard," he said to Rory as he turned from the door to find the other man seated on the edge of the bed with the sheet over his waist. A tented sheet.

  "Yeah." He pulled away the bedding and displayed his naked body. "Do you have any idea how hot your ass is in those pants? All of you for that matter? The way they ride low like that... Erin almost got a show. Half an inch lower and she would have seen more than your pleasure trail."

  Brennan glanced down. "She thinks I'm a geek. They all do."

  "Not anymore. Bet she has fantasies tonight, but she can't have you, can she?" he said as he left the bed and knelt in front of Brennan. He opened Brennan's pants as he kissed and licked along the fine line of hair that led from his belly to his cock. The trousers fell to Brennan's ankles and Rory's fingertips dug into Brennan's ass, reminding him who he'd belonged to last night.