Chess Part Two Box Set

by Sean Michael

  God, he hoped Temple wasn’t interested in seeing his other piercing on a limp dick because his was the total opposite of limp.

  “May I?” Temple touched the top button on his jeans.

  “Uh-huh.” He stilled, more than a little nervous.

  Temple popped open his top button, then started working on the zipper.

  He decided to take control of the situation, and he stood. Lots of people had seen his cock. Hell, he’d been a model for conventions. He stripped down, exposing his cock.

  “Oh. Oh, wow. Look at that. You can still come and piss with that?” Temple hadn’t touched yet, was just looking thoroughly.

  “I can. I mean, you can put in a urethral sound and block it up…”

  “Oh now, that sounds like fun, too.” Temple’s eyes flashed up at him, twinkling.

  “Most men wince.”

  “I’m not most men, darling.”

  “No?” God, he was turned on.

  “Not at all.” Leaning in, Temple rubbed a cheek along his erection, breathing in deeply.

  Oh. Oh, fuck. Was this happening?

  “Your cock is a piece of art, darling.”

  Luke dared to lift his cock, show the piercing on his balls. Groaning, Temple leaned in again, and licked, tongue working the piercing a little.

  “You’re licking me.” He loved it.

  “I’m gonna do more than that, too.” As promises went, it was a pretty damn good one.

  God, Temple wasn’t like people he knew and he knew a lot of freaks. Temple touched each piercing with this tongue, worked the skin, the jewelry.

  “Th—” He cleared his throat. “There’s one left.”

  “Show me.”

  He stepped out of his shoes, his jeans, then propped his leg up on the couch, spreading wide and lifting his balls to show the guiche.

  “This one is yummiest.” Temple came forward, walking on his knees, and bent in so he could lick and manipulate the ring.

  Luke’s head fell back, his throat working as something close to electricity hit him.

  A last flick to his guiche and Temple pulled his head back, tongue dragging along Luke’s cock the entire way. His body tightened, his abs screaming with tension, that mouth like a promise. Reaching the tip of his cock, Temple tongued his apadravya then, without warning, Temple took Luke’s entire cockhead into his mouth.

  Luke bucked, almost losing his footing. Temple grabbed his hips, steadying him and holding him.

  “S-sorry. Fuck, don’t stop. Please. Been so fucking long.”

  Temple didn’t stop. Instead, he pulled more of Luke’s cock in. There was no stress, no worry about the piercings or anything. There was his cock, Temple’s mouth. Temple hummed around his flesh, the vibrations going straight to his balls.

  He couldn’t hold it, it wasn’t possible. Luke arched into Temple’s lips and shot. Temple jerked partway back, but then began swallowing, taking him in.

  “S-sorry. Sorry. Couldn’t hold it.”

  Temple kissed the tip of his cock, then licked the metal piercing his cock head.

  “I’m taking it as a compliment.”

  “Thanks. Thank you.”

  “No. Thank you for letting me see. For letting me taste. I hope for more.” Temple swiped his tongue over the barbell driven through the top of his cock and Luke groaned again, the sensations rocking him.

  “Can we do this horizontally?” Temple asked, still tonguing his piercing.

  “An ampallang? Yeah. Takes about six months to heal and it’ll hurt like a motherfucker.”

  Temple chuckled. “No, darling. I mean the personal, getting to know you thing.”

  “Oh.” His cheeks burned, embarrassment flooding him. “Sure. Sure.”

  “You don’t do this a lot, do you?” Temple stood, taking Luke’s cheeks in hand and tilting his head for a kiss.

  He shook his head. It had been ten years, almost. He wasn’t… He didn’t do this. He had friends, family. He didn’t fuck around.

  “That makes it special. We are special together.”

  “It’s been a long time since I shared an orgasm with someone,” he admitted.

  “Then it’s about time you did.”

  “I… You want to come upstairs?” He had a huge master, a loft that offered him privacy, peace.

  “I’d love to.”

  “Come on up.” He led the way, telling himself that he was a grownup, that this was normal. Natural.

  Temple’s hand slid along his ass, feeling him up.

  His steps hiccupped and he hurried up. “I’ve got a good view up here.”

  “I’ve got a fantastic view down here.”

  Luke snorted. His naked butt.

  “Oh yeah, darling. Do that again.”

  He made the top of the landing, the big open room set up so he could see the lights at night.

  “So this is where you spend your nights.” Temple touched his ass again, then wandered, looking around the room and out of his windows.

  “Yeah. I tend to work late.”

  Coming back to him, Temple cupped his cheek, fingers stroking his jaw. “You work a lot?”

  “Five days a week. Donny and I committed to Sundays and Mondays off, no matter what.”

  “Do you like it?”

  “Working? Sure. It’s a happy place, the customers are great.” He wasn’t wealthy, but he wasn’t broke.

  “Then it’s okay you’re spending time at it, hmm?”

  “I give people things they need.” And sometimes that was surprisingly hard.

  “That’s pretty special.”

  “I…” He didn’t know. He thought it was important, if not special, but then the important piercings, the ones that seemed to mean something were one in a hundred belly button rings. He wasn’t like Donny, who made art. His art was with a tiny hammer and a soldering iron.

  Temple licked his lips, tongue sliding along his lower lip, then his upper. All thoughts of work just shattered, dissolved into nothing.

  “You wanna touch me, too?” Temple asked.

  “God, yes.” He reached out, wrapped his arms around Temple, palms flat against the long spine.

  A slow smile spread over Temple’s lips, then his nipple rings were taken and tugged. Luke went up on tiptoe, then tried to disguise the action by taking a kiss. Temple’s smile widened against his mouth. It was like Temple had a secret that he didn’t know.

  Opening Luke’s lips, Temple pressed his tongue inside. Their tongues slid and moved, dragging together, and Temple grabbed his ass, holding on. The act was bold, confident, like Temple belonged right where he was. Also bold was the way Temple tongue-fucked his mouth.

  One hand cupped the back of Luke’s head, tilting him back, and the tongue-fucking became Temple devouring his mouth like he was a banquet to a starving man. Luke held on, sliding his fingers up and down Temple’s spine, touching, stroking, teasing.

  Temple let go for a moment and undid his leathers, working them off. Luke helped, his fingers clumsy, almost stupid. Temple groaned and pushed into his touches, though, moving against him. He knew how to touch without hurting, and he hoped that was good.

  They finally got Temple’s leathers down, only to have them trapped by the big biker boots.

  Temple started to chuckle. “I think we’re gonna need to sit.”

  “Yeah, have a seat. I’ll help.” He knelt down, bent to remove Temple’s boots, and a low moan split the air.

  He looked up to find Temple staring down at him. “You look good on your knees for me.”

  Temple’s cock was heavy, full, and right there tempting him.

  “Go for it,” murmured Temple.

  He had one boot off. That was good enough, right? Luke leaned in, wrapped his lips around the tip of Temple’s cock. Another moan sounded, Temple spreading his legs wider, giving him more room. He hadn’t… God, it had been so long and he moaned, tongue flicking at the swollen tip.

  He could taste Temple, sharp and salty and full-on man. It w
as heady and a needy sound escaped him. One of Temple’s hands landed on his head, fingers pushing through his hair.

  He wanted this, wanted to do this for Temple.

  “You have a sweet tongue,” Temple told him, voice low and soft.

  “Thank you.” He murmured the words, touched.

  “You’re welcome.” Temple’s cock rested in his mouth, heavy, solid.

  A drop of cum dripped onto his tongue. Salty. Bitter. He groaned, pulling hard, craving more.

  Temple moaned for him again, big hand cupping the back of his head. Temple wasn’t keeping him in place, just holding. His hands came to rest on Temple’s thighs, touching, rolling. Temple traced his lips, finger rubbing. He flicked at Temple’s fingertip with his tongue.

  “Fuck. Sweet.” Temple teased his tongue with that finger.

  “You’re salty. Fine.” Luke didn’t do this sort of thing.

  “You’re pretty damn fine yourself.”

  He chuckled. He was pretty, he knew that. Pretty—a little feminine.

  A shiver went through Temple at his laughter, the hand behind his head tightening. Oh, someone liked that. He hummed, taking more in as he did, letting the sound vibrate along the long shaft.

  “Damn. Luke. Damn.”

  He hummed, random little pieces of songs, sucking, pulling at Temple, drawing out one drop after another. Temple’s sounds drifted down in harmony to his humming, and they were needy, wanton noises.

  It was a little surreal, like a fantasy, but his fantasies never tasted like this. His fantasies didn’t grip his head and encourage him to go down farther. And he’d never imagined someone calling him “Darling”.

  “Damn. Don’t stop.”

  Don’t stop. He could manage that. He bobbed his head, taking in more, bit by bit.

  “Yes. Oh God.” The muscles in Temple’s thighs flexed and released over and over.

  Luke started swallowing on each downstroke, trying to give the man more.

  “Yes. Yes.” Temple repeated the word every time Luke swallowed.

  He cupped Temple’s balls, rolled them, the skin there velvety soft, unadorned and perfect.

  “Soon,” Temple warned him.

  Rolling the heavy sac, he encouraged Temple’s pleasure.

  “Luke!” Temple jerked, cock pushing deep into his throat. He swallowed hard, then backed off.

  Temple shot, cum pushing into his mouth. Oh, God. He swallowed hard, trying not to lose it.

  “Thank you, Luke.”

  He groaned, Temple’s cock still in his mouth, salt coating his lips.

  “I want a kiss, man. When you’re done.”

  His eyes flashed up to Temple’s, the words painfully erotic. Temple held his gaze, smiling for him.

  His lips popped off Temple’s cock, and he pushed up and into a kiss. Temple held him, opened his mouth and slipped his tongue inside. The world spun a little slower, his heart pounding in his chest.

  Temple pulled their bodies together. They were in various stages of undress, clothes half on, half off, tangled.

  Temple ran his hands over Luke, exploring him, and he surprised himself, cock beginning to harden again. Temple was hard again, too, or maybe he’d never gone soft. Who the hell knew? Luke was just stunned that this was happening to him.

  Temple fed him dozens of kisses, each one taking a little more of his breath. He met each kiss head on, deep moans escaping him. Temple’s touches were breath-stealing as well, revving him up even more than the kisses.

  Lord, the man had caught on to the fact that Luke loved nipple play and was right there, teasing and tugging, making him ache more than a little. The jewelry in his nipples had never been played with so much. He was going to feel it in the morning, he’d bet. Swollen, burning, sensitive. Every time he moved his shirt would brush them…

  Breaking their kiss, Temple leaned down and wrapped his lips around Luke’s nipple. That quick tongue flicked, moving the two rings quickly. Then it slid through the rings, tugging on them. A sharp sound escaped Luke, and he grabbed Temple’s head, fingers digging into the scalp.

  Humming, Temple nibbled at the tip, then slid his tongue through the rings again. Luke couldn’t stop moving for the life of him. It was as if his body was screaming with electricity. Bite, lick, suck, flick at the metal—Temple was going to make him lose his mind, his right nipple aching deep.

  “Please. Please, I can’t…” He was getting overheated, overwhelmed.

  Temple broke off from his nipple. “You can’t what, darling?”

  “Think. It’s a little intense.” He didn’t do intense.

  God, Temple’s smile was pretty. “You don’t need to think.”

  With that, Temple went to his other nipple, tongue wrapping through the rings and tugging. Luke’s hips couldn’t stop moving, his ass slid on the bed and his heart was beating a million times a second.

  Temple took his hand and brought it down to wrap around both their cocks. Like he just needed something to do, Luke groaned, started stroking them both.

  Temple moaned around his nipple, teeth scraping. The sting made his teeth click together, the sound loud in his head.

  Temple began sucking, the rhythmic pulls going straight to Luke’s balls. He pulled in time, his fingers sliding up and down as he squeezed their shafts. Every now and then Temple would nod, pulling his skin from his body.

  “Please. Jesus. So good.”

  “I could play with you all night.”

  Good thing tomorrow was his day off so he could sleep in.

  Temple rolled him onto his back, mouth sliding to his throat. He lifted his chin, remembering how hot it was, to be lapped there, bitten. Sucked. Tongue slapping his skin, Temple licked.

  “Please. More. More.” Luke rubbed his thumb across the tips of their cocks.

  Temple jerked, teeth sinking into his skin. Luke froze, his breath stilling. Oh, yes.

  “Oh you like that,” whispered Temple before biting down.

  His entire body went stiff, jerking hard. Oh, sweet fuck. Suction joined the biting, Temple’s lips sealing around his skin. Fuck, yes. He loved the idea of marking.

  Temple kept it up and he could feel the blood coming to pool just beneath the surface. He managed to keep his thumb moving, sliding over the tip of Temple’s rod.

  “Feels good,” Temple murmured before finding a new spot on his throat to mark.

  “Uh-huh.” Shit, it felt so much better than good.

  Temple grabbed his ass, rocking them together as he continued to work on the second mark on Luke’s throat. The whole thing was surreal, magical, and he couldn’t think of a reason to stop it. Shifting, rolling against him, Temple kept kissing and sucking, making his skin feel like the biggest erogenous zone.

  “Please.” Luke didn’t even know what he was begging for. Hopefully Temple would.

  Temple grabbed hold of his right nipple rings and tugged. Seed poured from him, covering his own fingers, Temple’s cock.

  “Luke!” Temple cried out and jerked above him, more spunk fountaining up between them.

  They were covered in sweat, both panting, mouths open. Damn.

  “That was amazing, darling.”

  “Yeah.” Luke didn’t know what else to say.

  Temple pressed kisses on him. “We could clean up together in your shower.”

  “It’s clean.” Okay, that was suave. Not.

  “I meant clean you and me up.” Temple rubbed the spunk into Luke’s belly.

  “I. Yeah. I know. Yes. Come on. I swear I’m not stupid.”

  “I don’t think you’re stupid, darling.”

  “I feel a little stupid.”

  “That’s because you’ve just had two orgasms.” Temple stood, stretched, seeming unconcerned with his nudity. Then he bent and took off the second boot that had given him so much trouble earlier.

  Luke watched for a moment, then headed into the bathroom with its neat claw foot tub, its separate shower.

  “Oh, look at that. Can we soa
k in it?” Temple ran his fingers along the porcelain edge of the tub.

  “I… Sure. Sure, if you want.” The guys gave him no end of shit about his girly tub, but he fucking loved it.

  “It looks big enough for us both—if we spoon, right?” Temple bent and put in the plug, started the water.

  “Yeah, I mean, I guess. I assume so.” It was big enough for him and he’d never needed to know before today if it would fit two.

  “Am I the first one to share your tub with you?”

  “Yeah. I don’t…entertain much.”

  “I like being your first.” God, that was a sexy note in Temple’s voice.

  “I’ll get some towels.”

  “Sure thing, beautiful.”

  Luke found two bath sheets, set them out.

  Temple had already climbed in and he motioned Luke over. “Come on in. The water is hot.”

  “You want some music?” He had an iPod in here. It was silly, but he loved soaking and relaxing.

  “If you do. I’m happy either way.”

  “I would, yeah.” Classical music filled the air at a touch to his iPod, soft and soothing, gentle.

  “Mmm.” Temple held a hand out to him.

  He stepped in, settled with his back to Temple’s chest.

  “Mmm. You fit just right, darling.”

  “Thank you.” He didn’t know what to say. No one had ever called him darling before.

  One of Temple’s arms came around him, holding on, holding him close, and they floated together, not talking, just sitting. It was peaceful and lovely. Who would have thought he’d be doing something like this? Just randomly. Tonight.

  “I can hear you thinking,” murmured Temple. “You okay?”

  “I am. This is unlike me. Surprising.”

  “Maybe you were just waiting for me,” Temple suggested.

  “For ten years?”

  “Oh, man. You’ve been on your own that long? Celibate that entire time?”

  He nodded. He really didn’t feel like explaining. He’d had a bad experience.

  “That takes someone pretty damn strong,” noted Temple.

  Or lonely. Or scared. There were a lot of reasons.