by J P Sayle
“Can I have a word?”
Nodding, he followed him out of the room overlooking Joe’s worried expression, giving him a quick reassuring grin even as his stomach dropped. Stepping into the bright lounge he waited for Brad to get whatever it was he needed to say off his chest. Trying to calm his pounding pulse didn’t seem to stop the cold sweat that gathered at the base of his back. Stuart’s mind anxiously made up all sorts of scenarios, none of them with a happy ending.
Brad could see the worry on Stuart’s face so he launched right in. “I know you blame yourself for what happened, as does Joe. I want to tell you what I told him. Princess is a guardian, it’s hard to explain but she has this innate knowledge that tells her when she needs to help. Whatever happened to her, she chose to take the risk knowing it would help you. So whatever feelings of guilt you’re carrying, drop them into the bin on the way out the door. They’re not yours to carry, okay?”
The blunt forthright speech had him think back to the timid Brad he had met so many years ago. His smile grew as he looked at Brad, delighted at how he had grown into such a wonderfully strong man. Pride swelled in his chest as he grinned back at him cheekily, hauling him closer for a hug. He was grateful once again they had been able to get past their history and become friends.
“Thank you.” Choking back his emotions, he kissed Brad’s cheek. The slight noise behind him had the imp of mischief make him move his mouth a little to the left, making their lips meet knowing who was behind them. Brad’s round startled sea green eyes stared up. The sparkle of devilment that flashed back at him had him trying to pull back, only to find him clasped against Brad’s small firm chest. Brad wet his lips lavishly a second before smashing them against Stuart’s.
“Uhg,” trying to pull back from Brad’s rather firm grip, Stuart shuddered in disgust as he swiped at his soaking lips, hating nothing more than sloppy wet kisses.
“Oh, Stuart, I didn’t know you wanted me so much, how can I ever tell Martin or Joe that you’re going to run away with me?” The high screeching falsetto voice had him cringing, as slick wet lips puckered up again. The devilish glint never leaving Brad’s flashing green depths making his cheeks flood with heat before he turned feeling the weight of Martin and Joe’s amusement as he faced them.
Disregarding them both and their joint laughter he rubbed his wet mouth on his sleeve, stalking past them with his head held high. The sound of rushing feet behind him had his sense of humour returning, though he kept his face turned so Joe couldn’t see his twitching lips.
Joe’s warm hand caught his, making him stop at their front door. The look of concern deep in his chocolate gaze had Stuart think about his earlier ideas on how to remove the wall Joe had built with his guilt. Without thinking he pulled Joe to him, pleased when he came easily, he bent to nuzzle into his neck. The scent of apples invaded his senses making his mouth water for a taste. Christ it has been too long since I’ve had even the smallest of tastes.
Joe’s rigid stance had Stuart struggling to hold back the sigh of frustration that wanted to escape. The urge to shake him had his hands clutching at Joe’s soft wool jumper. Taking a breath he hoped to calm his rampant system, only Joe’s scent and warmth against him was making his cock want in on the action. Stuart angled his body slightly away, needing at least some semblance of coherent thought if he wanted to achieve his end goal: a naked and moaning Joe on the end of his hard cock.
Enough was enough, it ended now. He was back to where he’d been, well nearly, but his body was definitely up for more than a cuddle. This lack of intimacy was over whether Joe was ready or not. He wanted back the Joe who would have happily jumped him if there was the slightest chance of sex, rather than the one he had now doing everything to avoid it.
Stuart felt his mind hold onto that thought a second before he tugged on Joe’s dishevelled hair, wrapping his fingers in the silky length. Tilting Joe’s head back so he could see his face, he needed to see his eyes. He wasn’t going to let Joe hide anymore. Stuart instantly felt heat spread across his chest at the reflection of love he could see on Joe’s face but the guilt was there, tainting it.
Holding Joe still in his arms he slowly bent, maintaining eye contact as he licked the seam of his lush peach lips, Stuart felt them quiver under his tongue. Joe’s eyes melted into puddles of gooey chocolate before him. Encouraging him to explore the sweetness he could taste on Joe’s lush mouth, his body tightened painfully. The desire to plunder, to drink in the sweetness, had Stuart struggling to remember they were still outside their home.
Stuart felt a light puff of air brush his lips as Joe exhaled on a moan. Stuart flexed his fingers as Joe tried to move forward and take control. “Tut, tut, we will have less of that. You know who’s in control here. Who will give you everything you want, sweetheart, hmm?” Growling against Joe’s lips he felt his body shudder before going plaint a second after he spoke. Stuart licked his lips, watching as Joe tongue’s came out to play trying to get to his mouth, a grin formed before he could stop it.
Leaning in he let Joe take what he wanted, heat spread fast as the slick wet heat of his mouth made Stuart want to dive in. Oblivious to everything other than the taste and smell of Joe when he writhed in his arms making his cock pound a painful tattoo against Joe’s abdomen.
Stuart drew back smirking when Joe followed, his lips puckered, pupils blown with lust making his eyes appear like dark chocolate. Shuddering at the sheer naked want on Joe’s face, he searched for the key to open the door. His fingers trembled as he tried for a second time to push the key in the lock; Joe’s quiet chuckle behind him had his pause.
“Think you can do any better?” Challenge clear to hear as Stuart pushed the key into Joe’s shaking hand. Not stepping back he pulled Joe against his chest, leaning in and licking up the side of his neck, he tasted his body wash and a slight saltiness of his sweat. Stuart felt Joe shiver as he pushed the key into the lock achieving what he couldn’t, made him chuckle. I mustn’t be doing my job right, now that just won’t do.
Moving his hands down Joe’s chest he made sure to tease his nipples through the soft wool before moving lower. The subtle grind of ass against his erection had his breath backing up in his lungs. Hissing a breath past his clenched teeth, he spoke without thinking.
“Hell it’s been too long.” The stillness told him he should have kept his mouth shut. Joe’s withdrawal was almost instantaneous. Cursing under his breath as Joe pushed the door open, stepping away from him.
Joe
Joe rubbed his sweaty palms down his legs hoping it would help the urge to turn around and grab on to Stuart and hump him like a dog. God he was getting desperate, one bloody touch and he would go up in smoke. Yanking his hair hard he barely registered the pain as he stalked into the kitchen, not taking any solace from his surroundings as he would habitually do.
Nothing was making this any better, weeks—for fuck sake—he’d been walking round with a boner, weeks. Shitting hell, Stuart only needed to breathe next to him and his cock was waving the flag of surrender. He was a fricken heathen that he couldn’t even go without sex for a few weeks. He’d never had this problem before, so why couldn’t he control himself now.
Stalking to the fridge he pulled it open, staring blindly. The warmth behind telling him Stuart wasn’t going to let this go without a fight. The blast of chilly air in front of him a stark contrast to the heat plastered to his back. Joe prayed the cold would keep his wayward cock under control. Looking down at the tent in his trousers he sighed in defeat. Nothing was going to sort it out, well maybe with the exception of Stuart riding him hard and fast. The minute the thought entered his head his cock pulsed hard bucking its agreement.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but your body is yelling loudly, telling me exactly what it needs.”
The hot words against his neck, followed up by an equally hot hand as it pushed inside his trousers, had his whole body quivering. The fire ignited inside his veins burned away all common se
nse as Stuart set up a brutal rhythm. Breathless, Joe literally felt his mind shut down as firm fingers gripped, spreading the slick wetness from the tip of his cock up his length. The slick easing Stuart’s strong grip, making Joe grateful for small mercies because he wasn’t convinced Stuart would stop to find the lube at this point. Lips devoured his neck making his balls tighten wickedly, hugging his body as if trying to find entry.
He dragged in a breath trying to get his brain to function but the twisting action on the head of his cock was driving him insane. The grip just shy of being painful, kept him on edge. His ass had a mind of its own, ground back against Stuart’s rigid length. The open fridge chimed repeatedly reminding them they needed to shut the door. Neither registered the sound as Stuart used his other hand to open his trousers and push them to his knees finally freeing his cock to the cold draft of air. Joe couldn’t stop the shiver at the feel of the cold against is overheated, sensitive skin.
“There’s my sexy boy. That’s it take what you need. I can feel how close you are. Do you want to come like this?” Words skittered across the delicate skin of his neck making Joe struggle to respond especially when Stuart stroked him faster. Fuck, was Stuart mad thinking he could talk when he was driving him insane with the desire to come inside in the open fridge. Hell, he’d be lucky to remember his own name when Stuart touched him like that.
Joe trembled, licking his dry lips he panted, “What else are you offering?” Squeezing his eyes shut as Stuart whispered in his ear about something about a second breakfast and the kitchen table. The visual had him wheezing with the effort not to come, scrabbling to grab his balls Joe tugged hard, before he could form a coherent sentence.
“That, I want all of what you just said.” Joe could already feel Stuart moving before he’d finished talking. The hardness of the wood bit into Joe’s hips as Stuart manhandled him. His cock slapped against his stomach unsure if it liked the brush of cool wood that it was trapped against. The contrast between his heated skin and the cool smooth wood distracted him. Wiggling his hips trying to find a comfortable spot, the warm breath on his ass caused him to still.
“Now where were we? Ah yes, I remember.” Firm fingers spread his ass cheeks the only warning before hot puffs of air blew gently over his hole making it clench. The low growl letting Joe know Stuart approved of his body’s response.
Seconds ticked by making his agitation grow, his lust reaching heights it had never had previously. Joe wasn’t convinced he could last much longer, the weeks of looking and not touching Stuart had made him ache. Now that he was finally getting what he wanted, he wasn’t sure he wasn’t going to embarrass himself and come before they’d even started.
Small, warm wet licks circled his pulsing hole derailed his thoughts. The tentative movements tormenting him, needing more he pushed back only to find Stuart’s grip on his hips held him in place. Joe couldn’t stop the whine when he couldn’t move.
“Shush, there is no rush. I want to enjoy my meal.”
Joe groaned at the low evil chuckle that followed the next swipe. Shuddering, Joe struggled to stay still, grinding back as far as he could. His ass felt empty, the slow leisurely strokes made him feel empty, the ache growing with each passing swirl of that luscious tongue. As if hearing him, Joe groaned in delight as Stuart moved his hand down his ass cheek. Praying it was heading in the right direction he wasn’t disappointed as Stuart pushed his finger deep, searching for his hot spot. Light blinded him as Stuart set up camp on his prostate, strumming his finger in time to his wicked tongue. Moaning in bliss as Stuart pushed his tongue inside along with his finger stretching him open. The burn making his eyes roll back as he rode the sensations. Pleasure thrummed up his sac as his balls rode up ready to off load.
The sharp yank to his sac had him writhing as heat spread up his cock. “Not yet, I want to be inside you.” Breathless words hardly registered as Stuart gave him one final kiss to his hole, sucking hard he jabbed his tongue in deep. Joe hands flailed against the wooden table looking for purchase as he tried to focus past the need to come, even though his balls were not in agreement, and tried valiantly to make him come. Gasping he brought up images of Aaden’s home, the shit brown flocked walls, the disgusting yellow kitchen cupboards.
The harsh slap to his ass had him realising he’d clenched down on Stuart’s tongue which he noticed was firmly stuck in his ass. With concerted effort he let his muscles relax, even though that was the last thing he wanted to do. The only consolation he supposed being that he was no longer on the brink of coming.
Heat blanketed his back as Stuart braced his arms next to his head. Firm silky skin slid across his back making his muscles quiver with need. Wishing he’d removed his own clothes and not just pushed up his jumper. Sighing in satisfaction his thoughts drifted away as Stuart slowly pushed inside his body. Fuck, would he ever grow tired of the feeling, the rightness when Stuart became a part of him?
Why had he been avoiding this?
Joe wheezed loudly when Stuart nailed his prostate, his mind shutting down. Lifting his hips up, he twisted a hand under him so he could grab his cock.
“No, don’t touch it.” Stuart’s harsh command had him grumbling his disapproval, but he obeyed figuring Stuart would only draw it out longer if he didn’t give in. Feeling the loss of heat from his back, he turned glaring at an unrepentant Stuart.
“I want to watch you come.” The husky words had him springing up as Stuart pulled back. Not sure how or where Stuart wanted him. He stood waiting for direction. Joe eyes raked over Stuart, finally getting a load of his naked body. Shuddering as his eyes devoured the rippling muscles, the flat abdomen that led down to his straining erection nestled in blond hair. Licking his lips, his mouth watered as he focused on the flushed head as it leaked. The lube Stuart had somehow found glistened, mixing with his pre-come.
Joe’s mind finally caught up as he stared at the bare cock before him. No evidence of bruising or swelling, well other than the obvious erection. The harm Joel had inflicted no longer evident, it was as if it never happened. Looking back up to Stuart’s face it finally registered he’d been doing more harm by not being intimate with Stuart. He’d been letting Joel take that from him, just as he had stolen all those months he’d had to run. Joe tried to remember he’d ended up running in the right direction, straight to this man, his love, his soul.
Emotions swarmed deep inside as he watched Stuart’s smile grow. Joe convinced he was reading his mind when he finally spoke. “I needed you to see I’m still the same, he didn’t break me or us.” Stuart’s raised hand halted Joe as he opened his mouth to speak.
“He may have caused a crack but it wasn’t broken. We both had the glue to fix it, our love to put it back together. You just needed the time to come to terms with everything and realise my glue was always there waiting to bond with yours.”
Joe chuckled at the analogy, stepping forward wrapping his arms tightly around Stuart as the urgent need inside him settled. The need was still brutal but now wrapped in Stuart’s love, he felt like they’d been given all the time in the world. Reaching up Joe gently kissed Stuart, the desire building slowly. Grinding against Stuart’s turgid cock, the satin encased steel rubbing against him felt wonderfully arousing. Lifting up as Stuart encouraged him to wrap his legs around his waist. Feeling as if he was floating, the need for air secondary to his need to kiss Stuart.
The cool soft cotton made him sigh as the duvet cushioned them both. Stuart warm solid body settled against encouraging him to open for him. Joe let his legs fall open offering himself up to Stuart’s heated molten silver gaze. The heat from his cock tunnelling under his sac had him writhe desperate for it to reach its destination.
Gentle hot strokes pushed against his pucker letting him know exactly what Stuart wanted. Joe couldn’t hold back any longer, begging. “I’m ready, please no more teasing.” Desperation making his voice husky as Stuart took him at his word and plunged deep not stopping until his hips ground against Joe’s.<
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“Arrghhh, oh yes, right there, shitttt please harder.” Panting into Stuart’s neck, he hoped he could hear his whispered pleas. Not having any strength to move as he melted languidly into the bed with each slow deep stroke. Lazy deep plunges made his ass sing in joy as Stuart sucked at the junction of his neck and shoulder making him shudder wantonly.
Not sure how long Stuart kept up his steady pace but the pool of wet stickiness on his stomach told his it was a while. Groaning as Stuart released his hot mouth from his neck. Hot feverish kisses trailed across his flushed sweaty cheeks seconds before Stuart licked and suckled as his mouth homing in on his lips. Joe strained wanting them against his, their hot breath mingled. The taste so familiar had him weaken as Stuart sucked his tongue into his warm mouth. Stuart mimicked the movement of his hips, thrusting and sucking in time driving Joe nuts with the need to come.
Pushing up against Stuart’s abs so he could get some purchase on his cock, deliriously happy when Stuart pushed down against him grinding harder. His eyes rolled back a myriad of colour exploded in glorious technicolour behind his eyelids. “Oh fuck, oh gawdddddd.”
Straining his body bowed as he pelted cum all over his stomach, ass clenching down as he felt Stuart swelling stretching him impossibly wide as heat pulsed into his ass. Groaning at the feeling, wanting more he held tight eliciting a deep moan from Stuart as he pushed deeper. He could feel Stuart’s muscles tensing as his body gave Joe everything it wanted before collapsing heavily against him, making him grin.
Joe felt the loss as Stuart rolled off him on the bed beside him.
“Do you want to move in permanently, make this your home?”
The urge to laugh at Stuart’s question had him sucking his lip between his teeth not wanting him to get the wrong idea. That was the last thing he’d expected Stuart to ask after mind blowing sex. Giving Stuart a radiant smile he hoped he could see the light of hope sparkling in his eyes. Hell if it had been sunny outside Joe was convinced his smile would have eclipsed it in that moment.