Game of Hearts

by Jerry Cole

  “Go upstairs?”

  “No,” Bjorn said. “Contain myself.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Bjorn wasn’t sure what had gotten into him, but the anticipation of being with Mickey was almost too much. Talking to him was almost too much. He had never had problems with his sexual performance, but he had only ever been with girls. More than that, he had only ever been with girls that he was attracted to, but he had never been as attracted to anyone as he had been to Mickey. The things that Mickey did to his brain, the way that Mickey made him feel—there was something completely unusual about it, something that Bjorn had never felt before. Not with a girl, not with anyone. It made him feel like he was living dangerously on the edge, both metaphorically speaking and when it came to his body. Just being around Mickey made him feel like he was about to explode. Every time that he closed his eyes, he thought about the things that Mickey’s mouth had done for him, the things that he had done to his cock. Bjorn could feel himself getting hard. It was a good thing that Mickey was there, too, because as soon as the doors to the elevator opened and Mickey dragged him in, Bjorn started kissing him, pushing him up against the wall.

  Mickey was stronger than Bjorn was, so when Mickey grabbed his left thigh and moved it so that his leg had wrapped itself around Mickey’s waist, Bjorn didn’t think anything of it except the way that Mickey’s cock felt when it was up against him. Mickey was very hard, and the thin fabric of both of their shorts was doing nothing to stop the incredible friction.

  “You’re going to have to stop me,” Mickey said. “Otherwise, I’m going to do some very naughty things in this elevator.”

  “Oh, yeah? Like what sort of thing did you have in mind?” Bjorn whispered into his ear. He didn’t really know how to play the role of the coy person being pursued, but Mickey seemed to grow even more excited at the sound of Bjorn’s voice. He could feel it in between his legs and by the way that his breathing was quickening and getting sharper, faster, by the way that Mickey’s fingers were digging into the skin on his leg.

  “I’m going to strip you down to nothing just so I can look at you, and then I’m going to grab both of our dicks,” Mickey replied into Bjorn’s ear, each word punctuated with a pause. “I’m going to wank us off while I feel your dick next to mine, so that we can both feel each other, and then I’m going to come all over you and I’m going to watch my come get on all your beautiful skin. How does that sound?”

  “I can’t,” Bjorn replied, throwing his head back. “Stop talking, I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold off long enough. Please.”

  “I’m sorry, it’s just so tempting to tease you,” Mickey replied, kissing him on the mouth again. The kiss was deep, lingering; it made Bjorn feel as though there were several electrical currents coursing around his body. “Because you’re so fucking gorgeous and I don’t know if I can hold off for long enough either. I don’t know if I want to.”

  Mickey grabbed his other leg and suddenly Mickey’s strong, muscular arms were carrying him into the hallway. For a brief moment, he thought about what would happen if someone saw him like this. Then he decided that it didn’t matter, that this was what he wanted. He wasn’t going to humiliate Mickey for the sake of a joke anymore; he was going to embrace who he was. And this was who he was. He could tell because he had never felt as happy as he did right then. He thought that he wouldn’t be able to contain himself when Mickey finally got to his door.

  “Stand up for me a second, flower,” Mickey said, smiling at him. “I need to look for my key card.”

  “Sure,” Bjorn replied, swallowing and making no movement. He really didn’t want to get away from Mickey at all, but when Mickey cleared his throat and chuckled, Bjorn got off of him. Mickey fished the key card out of his pocket and waited for the light to turn green. Then they both basically stormed into the room. Bjorn wasn’t sure who grabbed whose hand first, but it didn’t seem to matter. They were in the room, they were together and whatever something would happen between them—and Bjorn had a pretty good idea of what.

  ***

  Bjorn stopped for a second in the middle of the room when Mickey did. He wasn’t sure why Mickey was stopping, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except for the fact that he was there, in Mickey’s room, with Mickey. Or about to be with Mickey, anyway. He was sure that all the blood from his brain had rushed down to his hard cock and he wasn’t able to think about anything else.

  “Shower,” Mickey said. “Remember? We said you’d take a shower. The showers in this hotel are nice.”

  “Are they?” Bjorn replied. He was looking at Mickey, wondering why he seemed to be putting things off. He wanted to get on with the proceeding, not put the sex on hold. “But I don’t—I don’t want to not be around you right now.”

  Mickey smiled, his eyes glimmering. “Are you renewing the invitation?”

  “If you want it to be,” Bjorn said. He said it quickly, as though the words were falling out of his mouth. It was so easy to talk to Mickey like this, to talk to Mickey about this.

  “Yes,” Mickey replied. “Yes, I want to. Take your clothes off first.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I want to look at you,” Mickey replied, licking his lips. “I really, really want to look at you.”

  Bjorn smiled. Mickey’s voice was dripping with desire, and he didn’t think that someone as attractive and amazing as Mickey could find him this desirable. But the way that Mickey was acting, the way he had held him, and even the way he spoke told Bjorn that he was wrong.

  That he was desired. That he was wanted. And, even more, he was wanted by Mickey, the only guy that Bjorn had ever wanted. The only person that he had ever wanted, really. He didn’t really realize what wanting had been before he had met Mickey. He started to take his shirt off, doing so slowly, moving his hands over his sweaty skin. He was trying to give Mickey as much of a show as he could and, from the way that Mickey was breathing and making noises, he could tell that he was doing a good job. He stopped once he was shirtless to look at Mickey. Mickey was staring at him, mouth agape, his breathing incredibly fast. Bjorn could see the outline of his erection through his gym shorts and he seemed to be growing harder as Bjorn started to move his shorts down. He knew that Mickey could see the outline of his own hardened cock through the black fabric of his underwear, and he loved the fact that Mickey lowered his gaze slowly over his chest, his stomach, and then his crotch. Bjorn could hear his own breath quickening as he felt Mickey’s gaze on him. It was almost as intense as his touch, almost enough to tip him over the edge right then and there.

  “Come on, haway,” Mickey said, grabbing him by the hand. “If we don’t go in the shower now, we’re never going to go in the shower.”

  “But what about you?” Bjorn said. “I want to see you too.”

  “You will,” Mickey said. “I just, I can’t keep just looking at you. I have to touch you now, okay? I can’t keep my hands to myself anymore. I need to have you.”

  “I want to touch you, too,” Bjorn said as Mickey dragged him into the bathroom. The bathroom was a lot nicer than the one in the room that he shared with Pink, with a tub and everything. It looked like it might even be a Jacuzzi or something, but more than anything, he was impressed by the shower. Instead of one showerhead, there were several heads all over the ceiling. Bjorn hadn’t realized that the shower was obviously designed for more than just one person; he had never seen a shower like this before.

  “Okay,” he said, as he watched Mickey fiddle with the shower handle. “Now it’s your turn. You need to get naked for me. I mean, it’s only fair, right?”

  “Aye,” Mickey replied, smiling at him. “I guess you’re right. It’s only fair. You decide how hot you want the shower while I do that, how does that sound?”

  “Good,” Bjorn said. He honestly doubted that he would be able to do anything but focus on Mickey getting naked in front of him, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to try. Especially if Mickey was t
he one telling him to do stuff. Listening to Mickey led to things being extremely pleasurable for him, so he didn’t mind listening. He sat down on the edge of the tub and put his hand under the running stream of water, all while he watched Mickey. Mickey took his clothes off way quicker than he had done so himself, and seeing him naked was almost enough to make Bjorn faint. He had seen him like this before, his cock hardened, but he was beautiful and amazing, and Bjorn wanted to do far more than just sit there and stare at him. Luckily, he didn’t have to wait for too much longer, because Mickey stepped into the shower and extended his hand to help Bjorn come into the shower with him.

  Bjorn stood up and walked toward him. He hadn’t realized that he was still wearing his boxers and now they were soaked through with the lukewarm water from the ceiling. Mickey seemed to enjoy that, though, because he put one finger under his waistband and brought Bjorn closer to him. Their bodies were close together, united and wet. Bjorn’s skin was on Mickey’s—or Mickey’s skin was on his own—and Bjorn didn’t think he had ever been that hard in his life.

  Mickey kissed him on the mouth again, his tongue wrestling against Bjorn’s, his hand on the back of Bjorn’s head. They were bumping into each other, and Bjorn wasn’t quite sure how he was going to be able to stop himself from coming all over Mickey.

  But Mickey seemed to be able to read his mind, because he stopped himself and smiled. “Hey,” he said. “Listen. Do you want to try something new?”

  “Try—try something new?” Bjorn felt like his intellectual capacity was greatly diminished when he was around Mickey. He felt like he wasn’t able to think nearly as well, or as quickly, because all the blood that was normally in his brain seemed to be going down to his cock. “Like—like what?”

  “We don’t have to,” Mickey said, kissing him softly on the neck. “We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do. It’s just that you’re so gorgeous, and I’ve been looking at you walk away from me ever since we first met and I’ve kind of been picturing myself, well, y’know.”

  Bjorn shook his head slowly, all while Mickey rubbed his soaped up hands up and down his back, just far enough that he wouldn’t feel his cock rubbing up against his own. He kind of had some idea of where Mickey was going with this, because Mickey pulled down his underwear and his hands lingered around his ass, just enough to tantalize him, maybe get him used to the idea.

  “I want to be inside of you, Bjorn,” Mickey said, when Bjorn looked at him and raised his eyebrows. “I’ve pictured myself being inside you ever since we were first together. It’s pretty much all I can think about, but you absolutely don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

  “No,” Bjorn replied, shaking his head.

  “Okay, well, I can just—”

  “No, no,” Bjorn said, holding his hand up. “I just—I had never thought about it before. It’s not that I don’t want you to do it. I kind of want you to do it. In fact, I kind of…”

  He looked down at his crotch, at how hard he still was, even after Mickey had said those words tentatively, gently. He cleared his throat before he continued, because the words almost felt like too much. “I really want you to. I just don’t know if I’ll be any good.”

  “We’ll just—we’ll take it slow, okay? If you don’t like it, if you want me to stop, tell me,” Mickey said. “We can do something else. We can do anything else.”

  “Okay,” Bjorn replied, nodding. “I’m—I’ll tell you if I’m scared. Which I am, a little, but I’m also excited. I’ve never thought about doing this, and the fact that I get to do it with you is kind of blowing my mind a little bit.”

  “Don’t worry,” Mickey said. “I’ll be gentle.”

  He knelt down for a second to get some conditioner, which he put all over one of his fingers. Bjorn knew where that finger was going to go, but he still felt a tingle all over his body when Mickey traced the outline of his ass cheek and then slowly toward the opening in between them. The hair there was extremely sensitive, so he held in a breath as Mickey’s finger got a little bit more insistent. Then Mickey extended his arm and found the opening in his ass. He pressed his digit inside of Bjorn, doing so slowly, letting him get used to the sensation. It was an odd feeling, but definitely not one that he didn’t like. Then he did the same with another finger, hooked them slightly and started wiggling them inside of him. It took only a minute or two before Mickey found his prostate—at least, that was what Bjorn assumed had happened, because soon, he was moaning so loudly he might as well have been screaming. There was nothing that he could compare the sensation to, it was far more pressing than he had ever imagined in the best of ways. He could see stars behind his eyelids every time that he closed his eyes and he could feel every muscle of his body tensing as Mickey fingerfucked him. When he opened his eyes, Mickey was staring at him, a hungry look in his eyes.

  “Are you enjoying this?”

  “Yes,” Bjorn said. “So much.”

  “Do you want to finish yourself off in here or—”

  “No,” Bjorn replied, throwing his head back and moaning. “No, I want—I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to come inside of me.”

  Mickey groaned, the words that Bjorn had said obviously almost too much for him to handle. “Okay,” Mickey said. “Okay. Well, if we don’t do this quickly, I’m kind of in danger of coming all over you because you’re so fucking sexy.”

  He moved so quickly that it barely registered that he had leaned down and turned the shower off. He removed his fingers from Bjorn and grabbed him by the wrist, taking him out of the shower and practically skipping to bed.

  Like Mickey, Bjorn could barely contain himself over what was happening. He was sure that the only reason he had lasted this long was that his cock had received very little direct stimulation; his prostate was pretty happy to get some in the meantime. He would have lay there and let Mickey finger him all night long if he got to feel like that again.

  “Lie back,” Mickey said. Bjorn did as he was told and soon Mickey’s hands were on his hips, dragging him down so that his ass was almost dangling off the bed. “Hold your knees up to your chest, okay? I want to see your amazing arse when I go for the lube. Can you do that for me?”

  “Yeah,” Bjorn replied breathlessly. “Yeah, okay.”

  Mickey smiled at him and went toward the desk, where his laptop and his bag were. Bjorn watched him for a minute, but then he closed his eyes and thought about what was happening. Mickey was about to be inside of him. He would be gentle, and kind, of that Bjorn was pretty sure, but he was still about to be inside of him. As if that was just a thing that happened all the time.

  “I’m clean, but do you want me to use a condom?”

  “No,” Bjorn replied. The thought that Mickey would go away again when he wanted him so much, when he yearned for him, it was almost too much to bear. “No, please. Don’t make me wait anymore.”

  “Okay,” Mickey replied. Bjorn could hear the smile in his voice, though he still hadn’t opened his eyes. Then he felt Mickey insert one finger into him again. He started fingerfucking him so slowly that Bjorn had to move his hips up and down on Mickey’s finger.

  “Slow down a minute,” Mickey whispered. Bjorn groaned and grabbed the quilt, maintaining his knees at his chest. “Okay, darling, I’m going to need you to take a deep breath. This is probably going to be a little uncomfortable for a second and then—”

  “Then what?”

  “If I’m doing this right, then you should see stars,” Mickey said, the desire obvious in his voice. He positioned himself so that he was between Bjorn’s legs, moved his hips up a little bit and then slowly, slowly, did what he had told Bjorn that he would do. He was right. At first, it was a little uncomfortable—it hurt him a bit, but not enough to complain, and Bjorn trusted Mickey. Soon, Mickey was fully inside of him, and the feeling of discomfort had subsided and given way to pleasure.

  Mickey started to move his hips back and forth, and Bjorn understood exactly wha
t Mickey had meant. Every time that Mickey’s hips moved and his dick pressed a certain part of him, Bjorn could feel something all over his body, an extended wave of pleasure that he had never felt before. It didn’t even need to last too long before Bjorn was quivering under him, and then Mickey grabbed his cock, and it was all too much. Far too much.

  Mickey started to move his hand up and down his cock, fast, too fast, all while he kept fucking him, and then Bjorn heard himself say that he was going to come, and Mickey’s touch slowed down, just a tiny bit, and he told Bjorn that he was going to come too. Mickey came first, in Bjorn’s ass, and Bjorn felt ripples of pleasure all over his body as he did so. He wasn’t sure if he was having an orgasm—if it was an orgasm, it was different from one that he had ever had before—but it was fantastic, and then Mickey started speeding up with his hand as he pulled out, and a whole load of Bjorn’s jizz was getting on both their chests and their stomachs.

  Bjorn groaned, or maybe he was screaming—he wasn’t actually very sure what the sound that was coming from his mouth was. Then Mickey was making a noise too, and then there was nothing but pleasure for a split second. Then Mickey collapsed next to him and laughed.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Mickey should have probably gone to the bathroom and cleaned himself off, but there was nothing in the world he wanted to do more than lay there next to Bjorn, even in their own mess. He put his arm over Bjorn’s chest, not caring at all whether his hand got sticky with Bjorn’s jizz, and nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Bjorn smelled like soap and sweat, and the way that his sweat smelled was enough to drive Mickey crazy. If he hadn’t just come, he was pretty sure that he would be all over Bjorn again. Bjorn turned toward him and gave him a kiss on the forehead. It was completely unexpected, and it made Mickey’s heart flutter for reasons that had nothing to do with sex. It was just a pure kiss, the kind that he would get from a boyfriend. But Bjorn wasn’t his boyfriend; that was painfully clear. He had known that he wasn’t his boyfriend after he had spent the first night together with him. But things had changed; Bjorn had apologized. Still—it didn’t matter. The last thing that Mickey wanted to do was freak him out even further, especially after Bjorn had so readily opened up to him.