Chapter 12
DeAnna Zankich
Sequel to | Sweet Redemption
Summary: The days leading up to the big `I do'.
Warnings: None
Author Notes: A thousand thanks to my sweet friend Kristina Grönberg for the title.
Spoilers: None
Half way through `A Bug's Life', Brian shifted on the bed and scrunched his pillows down onto the mattress. He lay on his side, punching the pillows into a shape that fit comfortably under his neck, then he curled up beside Michael. He was still facing the television but his knees pressed lightly against Michael's knees and his forehead laid gently against Michael's ribs.
Taking a deep breath, he could smell Brian's hair. The soft, familiar fragrance of his favorite shampoo and the light, clean scent of his skin combined to make Michael sigh. They had shared the Merlot when it came and the mellow buzz from the nice wine made him feel a bit bold. He reached over and rested his arm across his belly. His fingers were so close to Brian's hair in that position that he could almost feel the tickle of the fine light brown strands. Taking another deep breath, he lifted his hand and softly stroked the feathery hairs above Brian's forehead.
Thinking his friend would move or recoil from the tender touch, Michael braced himself. The affection thing was hit or miss with Brian--sometimes he would lie all over Michael when they were alone, snuggling and kissing and wrestling playfully--and other times, he would pull away slightly, just enough to indicate that he did not wish to be touched. Michael never knew if it was personal or not, but of course he took it that way. He took everything Brian did personally when they were alone together.
Brian did shift slightly, but his movement brought him closer to Michael on the bed. He scooted forward and rested his head on Michael's chest, tucking the smooshed pillow down between his shoulder and Michael's side. Taking that as a sign that more petting was desired, Michael slipped his fingers deep into the silken hairs at the back of Brian's neck. He loved that little cowlick back there, the way it swept in the opposite direction from the other hairs like a defiant current in a still lake.
Using slow strokes and little circles, Michael caressed those hairs for almost ten minutes before Brian moved again. He looked up with his hazel slightly reddened and sleepy.
"Has that chiropractor boyfriend of yours taught you any techniques for getting rid of headaches?"
"You have another headache?" he said with a concerned frown. "Maybe you're allergic to red wine. A lot of people are, you know. It's the sulfides or something like that."
"Maybe. Rub my back?"
"Actually," Michael said. "David did teach me some things about pressure points on the body that he uses to help people with chronic pain. He showed me a few ways to help headaches if you want me to try one."
"Sure." Brian stretched out beside him on the bed, once again tucking the pillow under his head. "Wait, you're not going to stick me with needles or anything, are you?"
"No, but it's the same principal. Here, give me your right hand." Michael took Brian's hand and began gently but firmly massaging his fingers. He did this for a while, constantly watching Brian's face for his reaction to the ministrations.
"That feels really nice, Mikey, but I still have a headache."
"I haven't done the thing, yet," he explained. "I'm just relaxing you."
"I'm plenty relaxed." Brian scooted forward so he could rest his arm against Michael's torso. In doing so, he'd moved so they were flush against each other.
Turning Brian's long-fingered hand over slightly, Michael rubbed his thumb into the center of Brian's palm, looking for the soft pads of flesh between the knuckles, below the skin. David had taught him that certain places on the hands and feet could not only ease physical pain, but if the right pressure was used for the right amount of time, it could induce orgasm. The good doctor had actually proven this on Michael's own body. Hoping he could remember where the spot was, Michael squeezed and hunted around a bit but he finally found what he was looking for. When he applied pressure between Brian's thumb and index finger his friend took in a surprised breath.
"Whoa . . ." Brian said.
"Nice, huh?" Michael grinned playfully. "Now, hold still. Just relax." Moving to the place between the middle and ring finger that David taught him would help headaches, Michael applied pressure to that spot and held there for a moment.
"No, go back to the other spot," Brian purred impatiently.
"I thought you had a headache?"
"I do . . ." He snuggled even closer on the bed and Michael could feel the warmth of his friend's body. "Just . . . go back to the other spot. I liked that . . ."
All too willingly Michael returned to the fleshy pad between Brian's thumb and first finger, digging into the tissue again.
"Ooooh . . . Mikey, that feels great . . ."
"I know, but that's not the headache spot," he teased.
"I don't care. You're giving me a hard-on. Keep doing it."
Michael laughed and happily continued his soft massage. The more he rubbed, the more Brian sighed and after a few minutes, his eyes were closed, his beautiful lips were parted and his face was flushed with heated color. He rested his hot cheek against Michael's chest and let out a low breathy moan. When he shifted that last time, he tilted his hips just enough for Michael to feel the hot pulse of Brian's erection through both their jeans.
Even though that had been the intended result, all of a sudden Michael panicked. He looked at Brian's face again and saw him lying there completely relaxed and enjoying the sensual massage he was receiving and Michael's heart started to race. His body tensed all over and he took a sharp breath. "Brian . . ."
Without opening his eyes, Brian whispered "don't stop, Mikey. It feels so good."
"Um . . ." Michael stammered. "I just think . . . maybe I should let you do it yourself . . ."
"Shhhhhh . . ." Brian breathed. "Don't stop . . ."
The heat from his friend's body radiated over him like a blanket and Michael's mouth flooded with saliva. He could actually smell the soft musk of Brian's arousal. "Brian, really . . . I shouldn't have started this in the first place . . . I . . . don't know what I was thinking. I . . . have to stop." He let go of his friend's hand and tried to sit up but Brian held him gently to the mattress with his arm.
In one smooth movement, Brian straddled him and pinned Michael's wrists against the pillows above his head. Those hazel-green eyes bore into him, the pupils round and dilated as though Brian were drugged. And in a way he was. Arousal acted like a narcotic on Brian's system and made him forget himself. Michael had seen that happen countless times.
Michael fixed him with an entreating stare. "I'm serious," he said. "I think we went too far."
"You were only rubbing my hand, Mikey," Brian pointed out, his voice rough with a sexy rattle. He tilted his hips backward and pressed that heated cock against Michael's belly. "We weren't doing anything naughty. Yet."
Michael watched in amazement as the color of his friend's eyes darkened and intensified. That always happened when he was angry or distressed, but Michael had never seen it happen when Brian was in a state of arousal. Then again, he didn't have much experience with Brian in a state of arousal--at least not arousal directed his way.
"I think you should . . . stop . . ." he said but the protest sounded weak to his own ear.
Brian leaned forward so slowly . . . an inch at a time, never letting go of Michael's gaze. Michael licked his lips as soon as Brian was close enough and then his eyes slid closed almost of their own volition. He was gone and he knew it. When he felt the hot press of Brian's full lips, Michael sighed into the kiss. He knew it was wrong, he knew he shouldn't be doing it, he knew Brian wasn't really interested in him--he was just acting out because he was sad about Stuart--but even though all those things roiled inside him like a storm, Michael could not stop himself from taking advantage of the opportunity.
He kissed Brian back just like he'd done so many times before. All those platonic kisses, all those affectionate lip smacks Brian dolled out to keep Michael at his beck and call. He was used to this sort of manipulation from his best friend, but normally he was able to control himself. Michael breathed in as Brian's lips parted over his own and he felt that hot, luscious tongue stroke skillfully into his mouth.
Hard instantly, Michael held his breath and just floated on the kiss letting himself experience it to the fullest. He tasted Brian's mouth, reveled in the sweet pressure of his powerful body, pushed against that big, hard cock burning the skin of his belly. When Brian moaned, Michael thought he would die.
The kiss went on for ages it seemed. Brian was a master of seduction and he seemed to be using all his skills to control the situation. He took away any shred of power Michael had left by sucking his lips and softly pinching his nipples through the fabric of his shirt.
"Brian . . ." he heard himself say but that time it was not in protest. That time it was a mantra. He tried to move but found he couldn't. That was just as well. Brian was in charge of all the proceedings, anyway.
Those deft fingers made short work of Michael's belt and the buttons of his pants. When Brian's hand slid down into his underwear and stroked his tense cock, Michael gasped and almost came right then and there. He caught a quick glimpse of Brian's face between kisses and the glossy blankness in his eyes was both distressing and slightly alarming.
"You're not even in there," Michael had a chance to whisper before Brian covered his mouth with his own--once again robbing him of any attempt to resist. His body burned from that kiss, reaching and grasping for Brian with every nerve. Closing his eyes again, Michael let himself be sucked up into the wild sexual vortex that was Brian Kinney.
The next sensation to cut through the haze of that kiss was the slick wetness of Brian's erection sliding against his own. He'd endured so many of Brian's explanations of this act with his various partners. `Belly fucking' he called it. He'd done it with Stuart. Brian assumed every gay man had done it at some point in their developmental years, but Michael had somehow missed it along his own fumbling path through puberty. The sensation was amazing, all encompassing. They were both so slick and hard, wetting each other's erections with pre-come. Michael felt the contact in all his extremities. He tingled everywhere.
Brian did not open his eyes again as he widened the stance of his thighs to lower his hips, bringing his cock up and down in those long, torturous strokes. His cock seemed to know exactly where to touch Michael's, teasing all the sensitive spots, gently rubbing the places that felt good when they were rubbed. Michael heard himself gasping as the pressure built in his balls. That long, ravenous kiss continued until he felt dizzy with lust.
Then behind his eyelids he saw little sparks of light as his body began to careen from his orgasm. He sucked Brian's lips and dug his fingers into his friend's silky flesh. Everytime he heard Brian moaning in pleasure, Michael thought he would explode with pride. And then his body did explode--or it seemed to. The orgasm was like an electric shock and he actually jumped when the first contraction hit. His fingers clenched Brian's hips and held on while he pistoned back and forth, faster and faster. Then finally, Brian cried out and shuddered against him and Michael's belly was splattered with hot semen.
All at once Brian's kisses began to loose their urgency. He panted as he put a few more soft, affectionate pecks along Michael's chin and earlobes, then he rolled over onto his back to catch his breath.
Glancing down at his belly, Michael touched the glistening wet mess there with his fingers. He never imagined he would see his seed and Brian's mixed together like that. Somehow it felt like it STILL hadn't really happened. The whole thing had the weird quality of a dream--like something Michael was observing rather than experiencing. Being inundated with so much sensation and so little emotion had actually made him feel less connected to his best friend instead of more. He'd always imagined it would make them closer.
Frowning, he turned to Brian who lay next to him on the bed staring at the ceiling while he got his breath under control.
"So, what the hell was that?" Michael said.
Letting out a long sigh, Brian closed his eyes. "It was nothing, Mikey. Just a little release. Don't make a big thing out of it."
"Brian, we've never done anything sexual at ALL before and you expect me to not make a big deal out of it?! I mean, not that you were really present mentally or anything but still--that was . . ." he trailed off, not exactly sure what he was trying to say. "You were . . . sort of like an animal. It was all instinctive."
"Well, now you know what it's like to have sex with me."
Michael huffed a sarcastic sigh. "Whatever. I bet it wasn't like that for Stuart."
Finally Brian looked at him, his eyes unyielding and sharp. "I don't know, Mikey. Why don't you ask him. Since you two get along so fucking well. I'll give you his email address." Lunging off the bed, Brian strode into the bathroom and flipped on the light.
"Oh, that's it!" Michael shouted. "Walk away. Fine. Why are you being like this?!" He sat up and stared at the open bathroom door expectantly. He could hear the water running in the sink for a moment but then there was no sound. "Brian?"
No reply.
He sighed. "Brian, please come back in here. I think . . . you're freaking out a little and I just want to . . ." Again he stopped himself, knowing what he wanted to say but desperately not wanting to say the wrong thing. He felt like that often when he was talking to Brian about serious things. "Will you please just come back in here?"
"I'm coming back," he said quietly, petulantly and then he was back in the room, a damp handtowel clutched in his left hand. He knelt in front of Michael and pushed him back slightly so he could wipe their collective semen off his friend's belly. When Michael's skin was clean, Brian finally looked at him--really looked at him. "I'm sorry about that. I . . . shouldn't have done that to you. It wasn't right."
They just stared at each other for a moment and then Michael had to look away. Things had become far too serious and he needed to inject some levity.
"Damn," he said. "Two apologies in one night. This IS historic."
Brian sat down heavily on the floor in front of him and lowered his forehead down onto the flat of Michael's knee. Instinctively Michael reached out to comfort him, softly petting that kitteny cowlick again.
"It's okay," he said. "I understand. Really. The thing that's fucked up is that YOU don't understand, Brian. You're sad and you won't let yourself just be that. You keep running away from it like it's going to get tired and stop chasing you."
"I'll be fine once I'm off this goddamned island," he muttered.
"Maybe. And maybe not. Personally, I don't think you're going to fine until you deal with how you feel about Stuart."
Brian shook his head slowly back and forth, still balancing on Michael's knee.
"No, what?" Michael asked. "No, you won't deal with it? No, you don't feel it? No, you think I'm fucking crazy and have no idea what I'm talking about? No, what?"
Brian didn't reply at first, he just kept shaking his head back and forth slowly. And then for a while he remained still, just sitting there quietly while Michael stroked his hair. After what seemed like ages, he finally spoke but his voice was barely audible. Michael had to strain to hear him over the low chatter of the television.
"Does it ever stop?"
"What, the pain?" Michael whispered. He leaned forward and kissed the back of Brian's head. "Of course it does. I promise it does. But you have to stop running from it. Just . . . stand still and let it catch you. Feel it. The sooner you do that, the sooner it will start to go away. It looses its power when you look right in its eyes. Just like that human/cat/raven hybrid monster that attacked Captain Astro in series eleven when he and the police commissioner were trapped on that high-rise and--"
Brian pulled him off the bed and down into his lap on the floor. Michael knew this drill. He'd been through it a thousand times before. Brian was blustered out. All his rebelling and complaining and caustic denial were exhausted. Now came the tears.
Michael folded his arms around his friend and held him tight, gently rocking him as they sat on the floor in that posh hotel room in London. Like always, Brian cried almost silently, with only the soft tremors of his body and his wet sniffles to give him away.
Caretaker of the great Brian Kinney was a role with which Michael Novotny felt comfortable. What had happened only moments before was something he could not yet absorb. He could still feel the tingle of the orgasm and his senses remained full of that most intimate experience with his best friend. His Brian. The one he always relied upon to take care of him in a clinch. Michael supposed it would be a long time before he was able to make sense of what happened to them that night.
Part of him truly wished it hadn't happened at all.
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Vince:
The flat seemed to hum with silence when they came back from the rehearsal dinner. He and Stuart stood in the large living space and just looked around at all the debris from the gifts they'd already opened and from the boxes of soon to be used decorations.
"You know our housekeeper's gonna quit over this," Stuart said.
Chuckling, Vince nodded. "I would."
"Do you want a drink, luv?" Stuart sauntered into the kitchen and opened the fridge.
"Actually, I quite fancy a glass of wine if we've got any."
"Right." Taking an open bottle of Chardonnay out of the fridge, Stuart grabbed a glass and brought them both up to the bedroom. Turning in the doorway, he looked back at Vince who was down in the lounge shutting off the lights. "Bath?" he said.
Walking across the wood floor, Vince stopped in front of his lover as he stood on the top stair in the bedroom doorway. He rested his chin on Stuart's nicely taut belly and grinned up at him. "I think I'll just take you to bed dirty. If I find you need bathing, I'll see to it with my tongue."
Stuart lifted his eyebrows. "Fine with me. Tongue baths are always fine with me." He leaned over to give Vince a hot little kiss and continued on into the bedroom. He poured a glass of the Chardonnay then set the bottle on the dresser, taking a sip of the wine as he headed for the wardrobe to get undressed.
Vince walked over to his side of the bed and sat down, turning on the lamp. "Come here," he said, reaching out for Stuart's waist. "Let me undress you."
Eyes sparkling with a smile, Stuart stood dutifully still while his lover took off his trousers. Vince used the pads of his fingers sliding up Stuart's warm, lean-muscled belly to lift off his shirt, tugging it gently over his head. His black curls bounced back into place, framing his brow and lightly touching his eyelashes as he looked down at Vince's face.
"You do realize this is my last chance to shag you before you're married," Stuart said.
"Mmm," Vince murmured. "And it's my last chance to be alone with you for two days." He stood up, pressing his fully clothed body against Stuart's. Vince took the wine glass and sipped from it, never taking his eyes off his lover's dark blue ones.
"Well, you ARE sleeping with me tomorrow night," Stuart reminded.
"Yeah, but we'll be asleep. Won't count." He set the glass on the night table then he slowly unbuttoned his shirt while Stuart watched every movement of his fingers intently. Vince took special note of the way the lamp light favored his lover at that moment--the warm yellowish glow from the low watt bulb seemed to shed a soft hazy dust over his smooth cheeks. His sleek eyelashes glistened and his curls were highlighted with gold. Vince wasn't sure why, but everything around him seemed polarized just then. Heightened as though his entire personal world had been polished and brought to a high shine.
"What are you thinkin'?" Stuart said softly.
Smiling, Vince let his shirt fall to the floor and then he started undoing his trousers. "Nothin'," he replied.
"You're thinking something. You had this . . . look on your face."
Stepping out of his trousers and kicking them aside, Vince slipped his hands around Stuart's waist and drew him close. Their bodies warmed against each other and their swelling cocks fit perfectly together through the thin fabric of their underwear. Stuart draped his arms around Vince's shoulders and pulled him into a tight hug.
"Tell me what you're thinking . . ." he whispered.
Closing his eyes, Vince took a deep breath. He filled his senses with the sweet perfume of Stuart's hair and languished in the satiny heat of his skin. Tracing a line up that graceful back, Vince's fingertips seemed to be making a map of each bone, each vertebrae. He knew Stuart's body better than he knew his own--each soft curve of flesh, each tight plane of muscle, each silky crevice, each and every tender spot. Taking hold of the warm bunch of curls at the top of Stuart's spine, Vince tugged very gently until Stuart's neck was exposed. Placing his lips just above the Adam's apple, he began a slow line of kisses that led him down to that soft hollow between Stuart's clavicle bones. He licked that spot with his tongue in tiny circles and he felt his lover's cock throb against him. Vince smiled.
"I know all your tender bits," he whispered happily.
"Hmm . . ?" Stuart murmured, turning his head so they could kiss each other.
"Everywhere . . . you like to be touched . . ." Vince clarified. "I know all of it. All of you."
Stuart laughed softly. "'Course you do. You think I'd marry you otherwise? What do you think we've been doing this past year? This has all been a big practice session for the main event."
"Which is?" Vince shifted their positions and turned Stuart's back to the bed. Gently, he laid his lover down on the white comforter. Brian's luxurious cashmere blanket was folded along the foot of the bed--near enough to reach if they wanted it, but not covering the bed entirely.
"You know . . ." Stuart purred, his silken thighs lifting gracefully around Vince's hips. "That forever thing."
"Oh," Vince said. "THAT. Yeah . . ." He slipped his hands underneath the small of Stuart's back and smoothly ran his fingers down under the waistband of his shorts. Hooking the elastic with his thumbs, Vince pushed the soft cotton underwear down and off his lover's legs, exposing his lush pubic hair and dark, straining cock.
Stuart kissed him hungrily then rolled on top of him, mirroring Vince's actions exactly to remove his shorts. With that simple switch in position, the power in the situation had shifted as well and Vince sighed as he felt Stuart take charge.
"I want to taste you," he murmured as he tossed Vince's underwear over the edge of the bed. He scooted down a bit and opened his lips over Vince's left nipple, softly sucking it into his mouth.
Vince groaned as the sensation rippled through him--the wet caress of Stuart's warm tongue as it circled the little pink nub of flesh, the almost imperceptible graze of his teeth over the hardening tip of the nipple and then the luscious pressure of having the aureole sucked deeply. His cock leaked and shuddered and he gasped with pleasure. "Oh, God . . ." he breathed. "I'm so sensitive . . ."
Stuart moved to the right nipple and gave it the same treatment, bathing it first with his tongue, then softly nipping at it and then finally, that unbearably intense sucking. Vince was so close to coming from that simple contact alone that he had to ask his lover to stop.
"I . . . don't know why but I'm so bloody sensitive," he said, caressing Stuart's beautiful curls as he spoke.
"It's because you didn't come earlier. You got me off twice but you didn't come at all. You're pent up, luv." He cupped Vince's balls gently and winked at him. "Fully loaded."
Smiling, Vince said "I didn't get you off, Brian's blanket did."
"You were rubbing it on me. Technically, you both got me off." Stuart kissed Vince's belly, tracking a wet line down the center with his tongue.
"Do you think you'll miss that--both him and me getting you off?" Vince asked a bit unhappily.
Stuart's dark blue eyes locked on his as he hovered just above Vince's hard cock. "I thought we were done talking about Brian."
"Hm," he said. "I don't think that's reasonable. I mean, the subject's bound to come up a few times more."
"Is NOW one of those times?" Stuart's eyes glinted with irritation.
Sighing, Vince shook his head and ran his fingers through those luscious curls again. He shivered from the contact and then he grinned. "No," he said. "'Course not."
Seeming satisfied with that answer, Stuart gave a sexy, crooked smile and then he extended his tongue to the tip of Vince's cock. He lapped the large drop of pre-ejaculate shining inside the tender slit and then he lowered down to suck the whole head.
Almost unconsciously, Vince reached for his own nipples with his fingers as his lover took his cock into his mouth. He was tingling all over and his nipples itched almost painfully with arousal. He wanted to come very badly--too badly. Spreading his thighs to give Stuart more room, he lifted his hips into that wonderful, hot sucking and groaned deeply.
Stuart laughed softly, clearly pleased with Vince's desperate needy condition. He teased Vince's thighs with his fingers while he sucked then gently played with his balls, rolling the swollen sacks against each other. Vince loved that--especially when he was really excited. The pressure in his testicles seemed to raise the sensitivity in his cock and he let out a tiny cry.
"Oooh . . . luv . . . I'm going to come . . ."
"That's the point," Stuart purred, all but swallowing Vince's trembling erection down to the root. He sucked quickly and firmly, drawing the vibrating pleasure up and up from his balls until Vince shouted and grabbed the pillow behind his head. He came suddenly and wonderfully, the contractions spreading heat all over his body in seconds. His anus clenched and ached to be filled as his cock pumped seed into Stuart's suckling mouth.
"Oh my God . . ." he breathed and then he laughed raggedly. "Blimey. I had no idea I was in such need."
Stuart cleaned his sensitive cock with gentle licks, finishing with a soft kiss on the tingling head. Holding Vince's thighs in his hands, he scooted down even further on the bed, hunkering on his bent legs. With his dark blue eyes shimmering with lust, Stuart dropped down and slid his tongue directly into Vince's anus--no teasing, no fooling about--just right to the point.
Despite the intense pleasure, Vince had to laugh. "I reckon I'm gettin' a shafting, yeah?" he said playfully.
Stuart only moaned as he covered his lover's anus with his mouth and softly sucked the tender, puckered skin. He lifted Vince's hips just enough to give him access and then his tongue dove in again, slithering up impossibly far and stroking all those terribly sensitive nerve endings inside. Vince held onto the bed and closed his eyes, sighing as he let himself be taken away by that new sensation. His cock never really softened from his previous orgasm and he felt it tightening again as his lover's tongue gently ravaged him.
Next came the careful but insistent insertion of Stuart's first finger. No lube, just saliva, but the probing digit met no resistance. Without a word between them, Vince pulled a bottle of lubricant out from under the pillow, placing it on the mattress where Stuart could reach it easily. He watched his lover's handsome face as he continued that delicate, tormenting preparation. Stuart truly enjoyed foreplay and he loved to tease.
He grasped the bottle of lube in his free hand and flipped the little cap open with his thumb. Lifting one eyebrow playfully, he chewed his bottom lip as he tipped the bottle upside down and let a long stream of the clear fluid run out. It landed directly on Vince's heated anus making him flinch from the sudden change in temperature. Stuart giggled mischievously and then he slid in a second finger.
"Bastard," Vince muttered, smiling so hard his cheeks hurt.
"Yeah," Stuart teased. "I know, it's so horrible." He kissed Vince's thigh gently then bit it with his teeth until his partner complained from the pressure. Then came the third finger.
Vince groaned and closed his eyes again, his hips raising instinctively into that delicious stretch. "Oh . . . Stuart . . . please, I want you inside me . . ."
Moving swiftly, Stuart sat up on his knees between Vince's legs, never letting his fingers slip free. Raising up enough so Vince could see what he was doing, he upended the bottle of lube again and squeezed a generous amount of the liquid onto the head of his own straining cock. He kept very still as the clear fluid spilled over the top of his swollen cockhead and dripped down over the shaft in creeping, caressing rivulets. The sight of that made them both slightly breathless.
Setting the bottle aside, Stuart propped Vince's back up on his knee then he quickly replaced his fingers with his pulsing cock. Once the head was inside, he tipped forward on the bed and balanced himself with his hands on either side of Vince's body. Holding himself there for a moment, Stuart leaned over and kissed him, his breath pulling in and out of his lungs in quick bursts.
Their lips connected and Vince lifted his legs, wrapping them around Stuart's back to give him more leverage. As they savored each other's mouths and moaned softly, Stuart eased the rest of his thick shaft inside Vince's body, taking his time so Vince felt every single inch of that beautiful cock. He held onto Stuart's arms and waited for him to set the rhythm. The kiss was a subtle, wordless communication of how the session would go--slow, wet and caressing. Stuart's tongue dove deep into his mouth keeping pace with his delving cock and in no time, Vince was awash in pleasure.
They rocked together slowly, fingers stroking every available area of skin, lips brushing, mouths sucking. Their soft groans spurred each other on as they rolled over on the bed. They weren't looking to change position, they both just seemed to require more movement. They rolled over completely once and then Stuart was on top again, his cock a hot, pistoning rod inside Vince's willing opening.
More deep kisses brought their level of passion up a notch and their speed increased slightly. Vince met every one of Stuart's strokes with his eager hips and his cock tingled maddening as it thumped gently against his belly. Stuart usually waited until the very last minute to touch his lover's cock when they were shagging. He loved it when Vince came from no stroking at all and he tried to achieve that every time they made love. More often than not it worked like a charm, but sometimes Vince needed a little encouragement. He didn't think that would be the case that night. His cock twitched and throbbed and wet his skin every time Stuart grazed his prostate.
Stuart's teeth captured Vince's bottom lip and he growled like an animal in heat. His hips were a blur of carnal movement--short jabs that bumped his cockhead against Vince's hot spot over and over and then those torturous, curving figure 8s. Vince tried to hold onto him, to maintain that luscious kissing, but Stuart's lust was building so quickly that he'd arched his back in order to increase his speed. He was moaning almost continuously and a thin sheen of perspiration glistened on his forehead and his muscular belly.
Vince felt his own orgasm gathering like storm clouds deep inside him. Just as the shimmering spasms began, he vaguely wondered if it would feel differently to make love with Stuart after they were married. Of course it would be completely psychological if it did, but Vince wondered it anyway. Would crossing that final commitment threshold change their erotic chemistry?
He made sure to keep his eyes open so he could watch his lover come. Stuart threw his head back and cried out, the cords of muscle in his chest and arms standing out prominently. His lovely face flushed darkly and his lips dropped open as he gasped. Just like every time, Stuart was a wanton god to Vince and he was momentarily mesmerized by his lover's primal beauty. His own pleasure racked him in three deep contractions that took his breath away. He groaned and sighed, hanging on to Stuart's strong arms with his fingers as the intense sensations moved through him, then slowly, slowly tapered off.
Stuart laid down on Vince's belly and rested his head on his chest. They were both gasping and glowing with sweat and they stayed still for a long time, just languishing in each other's warmth. After a while, they both began to slowly stroke each other's skin with their fingers. This was their ritual after making love at night. It was how they put each other to sleep.
During the course of their sexual activity, they'd managed to roll all the way to the foot of the bed. Vince reached over and tugged the cashmere blanket up over Stuart's back and gently stroked it over his lover's skin. In response, Stuart sighed and relaxed completely. His flaccid cock slipped gently out of Vince's body as he fell asleep.
Tucking the luxurious blanket around them like a soft veil of protection, he closed his eyes and drifted off under Stuart's comfortable weight.
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