TWENTY-NINE
Fire ripped through Micah’s shoulder. He dropped Chris on the bed and fell over him. He tried hard to keep the pain from showing on his face.
“What? What happened?” Chris saw anyway. He saw everything, no matter how much Micah wanted to pretend otherwise.
“Forgot I got out of the hospital last week. Forgot I wasn’t supposed to lift anything.” Micah took his weight off the arm and breathed through the pain. Chris stroked his shoulder carefully, avoiding the barely healed wound.
“I’m sorry,” Chris said and Micah could hear the guilt in his voice. God, he hated how Chris thought he was to blame for everything that had happened.
“Not your fault. I got carried away.” He let Chris rub his shoulder, the caress becoming a massage. “That feels good. I have to get back in a gym and get the muscles…God, don’t stop that feels incredible.”
Chris rolled under Micah wriggling around until he was more comfortable. Micah let him wrap his legs around his hips as he adjusted. The friction over his dick when he was hard as a jack hammer made it impossible for him to complain.
“I can tell,” Chris said and rolled his hips suggestively beneath Micah. The smile on his beautiful face was full of promise and sex and the promise of sex. He was so fucked. “Just keeping it warm for you.”
“For a man who thought he was asexual less than a month ago you’re damned—” Chris licked his lips effectively shutting Micah up. The action wasn’t innocent. He’d done it on purpose. Pink tongue darting across those plump blood red lips. “Seductive.”
“You let me watch too many videos. Not my fault I’m a quick study.” Chris dragged his fingers down Micah’s arm and let his hand fall onto his own chest to flick his own nipple. He lay beneath Micah with his hair spread out on the blue bedspread that played up the blue in his eyes until they were as dark as the fabric beneath him. He was pale and slender and in full post orgasmic blush. And Micah wanted him so fucking much. “Want me to stop teasing you?”
“No,” Micah said, his voice cracking. “Don’t stop. Touch yourself. I want to see you…” He didn’t get the next words out. Chris pinched his nipples, his lips parting on a soft ‘oh’ at the slightest contact. “Pinch them harder. Pull on them.” He tested his shoulder and pushed up until he had most of his weight off Chris. He kneed Chris’s thighs apart and crawled higher rising up on his knees to watch his lover come to life on the bed beneath him.
“Like this?” Chris plucked at his own nipples, pulling them until he writhed in pleasure. His breathing erratic, his pretty mouth swollen from Micah’s kisses, parted and lush, his eyes growing darker as desire built.
“Does that feel good? Do you like that?” Micah felt the pinch of his fingers in his nipples almost as if Chris were touching him, tugging on him in that same way. He rested his hands on his own thighs to keep from doing exactly that. Or jacking his own dick to ease the ache he’d had for much of the last week.
“Yes.” Chris pinched harder, his dick filling as he cried out in pleasure. “Micah, please. Want you so much.” He let his legs fall to the bed to dig his heels into the mattress. He lifted his hips and spread his thighs wide. “Fuck me. I need to know what that feels like. Please.”
The sunlight coming in through the windows left nothing to the imagination. Chris’s ass was slick with the lube Micah had coated him with, his hole still open and ready despite his orgasm. He was Micah’s for the taking. But Micah held back. He wasn’t sure why. Chris slid his hand down his belly to his dick to stroke himself. Easing lower as he pulled his legs back, Chris fondled his balls, lifting his hips higher with each touch. His mouth gone completely slack as his need built.
“Please, Beastly. Don’t make me beg you.” But he was begging. Micah sat paralyzed with amazement as Chris slipped his fingers lower over his taint and with a soft gasp he slid one inside the slick opening. “You made me want this. You made me need this. Fuck me. I need you to.”
Micah growled at him, reaching for him he grabbed his hips and pulled Chris ass up his thighs until Chris straddled him in some obscene porn position. Micah shifted slightly, to settle his dripping dick in the cleft of Chris’s ass and rubbed it over his hole and the finger sliding in deeper with each gasp of air from Chris’s parted lips. He reached for the lube he’d dropped when he landed on Chris and squeezed the cold gel over his dick and into Chris’s opening. “Two fingers, Chris. Now.”
Chris smeared the lube over his hole and inserted two fingers, going knuckle deep on the first thrust inside. “Like this?” He wasn’t asking for advice. He was seducing. God, Micah loved this man. “Or should there be three?”
“Three works.” Micah hooked his hands behind Chris’s knees and lifted his legs off the bed to spread him wider. Chris slipped a third finger inside himself and threw his head back on a long moan that exposed his delicate neck. “Fuck yourself, for me. Make me crazy, Chris.”
“Beastly,” Chris hissed as his fingers went in past his knuckle. “This feels so good. I could come just like this. I want to come so much.”
Micah couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed Chris’s wrist watching as his fingers slipped free. Micah groaned at the sheer eroticism of Chris fingering himself and inserted the tip of his dick into Chris. Chris stared at him with eyes gone wild with want, sweat turned his hair dark at the roots, his face flushed and…sexual. Chris was sex on legs. Micah had known since he walked in that first day that he would be but he never expected to see Chris like this.
“I won’t last long, Chris. I’m too close as it is.” He wanted him to know. “It’s going to be fucking. I can’t go slow. Not now.”
“Then fuck me. We’ll make love later.” Micah pushed inside him, hard, fast, taking him between breaths. Sliding his dick into Chris’s body. He dragged Chris higher up his thighs, loving the contrast of his pale skin over the dark material of his dress pants. He arched his hips thrusting into him.
It was Micah’s turn to lose his words. Funny how that one phrase could mean so much. Sweat dripped from his hair and he pushed Chris’s knees wider, shifting until he leaned over him. He spread his own knees and fell onto his hands over his lover. “Wrap your legs around me…and your arms. Put your hand behind my head. Hold onto me.” He waited for Chris to adjust his hips to thrust deeper into him, he went deep, to the root and stopped cold. He needed to come. Fuck, he needed to come. He wanted to give Chris pleasure, not take from him. “I’m so close. It hurts.”
“Breathe, Micah,” Chris whispered as he pulled Micah’s face closer to his. He gripped Micah’s ass with one hand and his neck with the other. His beautiful face the only thing Micah could see. “Breathe. Kiss me. Slow down and kiss me.”
“I can’t…” Micah let his weight fall on Chris. He’d tried so hard not to press Chris down he didn’t want him to feel trapped or scared. “I can’t hold myself up anymore.”
“Then don’t. I’m safe with you. You make me feel safe. You make me feel loved.” Chris brushed his thumb over Micah’s face, tracing the scar before finding his lips. “I’m not going to break.”
Micah closed his eyes and let Chris caress him. He dragged in long gulping breaths of air and gradually lowered himself until he lay pressed against Chris. “Tell me if I hurt you.”
“I will.” Chris pushed Micah’s hair back from his eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Beastly.”
“I’m not beautiful.” Micah scoffed at the notion. He knew what he looked like. He scared small children and kittens. The mirror didn’t lie.
“Now who needs a lesson in seeing what I see?” Chris cradled his face and leaned up to kiss his lips, his mouth opening over Micah’s to consume him. There was no arguing with Chris. Chris owned him, body and soul. Chris was light to his dark, and Chris loved him. Micah drowned in Chris’s kiss, letting him wrap his long arms and legs around him until he was boneless. “That’s nice. I like this.” Chris whispered and Micah realized they moved slowly together. “What are we doing?”
“Making love, Chris,” he whispered as he pushed his arms beneath Chris to pull him even tighter to him.
“Oh,” Chris sighed into Micah’s mouth. “Feels beautiful. Like we’re the same person. I can’t get close enough to you, Micah.”
“Wrap your feet around my legs,” Micah said and Chris relaxed his hips letting Micah in closer, until Chris’s dick was crushed between their bellies. Micah buried his face in Chris’s neck and sucked hard at a spot that made him crazy. “Hold on to me, Chris.”
Chris held him tight, and moved beneath him, finding the rhythm Micah set to bring him to pleasure. “I’m going to come, Beastly. I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t come.”
“Come, baby, just let yourself go, I’ve got you.” Micah strained to hold back. He found Chris’s mouth and kissed him, swallowing the long keening cries as Chris shook and trembled beneath him.
“Come with me. I want to feel you inside me.” Chris pulled his hair arching his body into Micah’s until he was lost. Micah didn’t fight him, he slid his hands lower to grip Chris’s ass, holding him while he pounded into him while his body clenched around his dick. He couldn’t stop the molten lava coursing down his spine and through his balls if he tried. “Fuck, harder, harder, more, fuck, don’t stop.”
Chris went rigid beneath him. His cries filled the quiet room, echoing down the hall. Micah couldn’t stop now if he wanted to. He fucked, harder, hitting that spot that made Chris claw and writhe and scream. God how he screamed. Or maybe that was Micah who screamed. Crying out Chris’s name as he saw stars.
Chris clamped down on him and slathered his stomach with hot cum. “God, Beastly. Jesus. Please. Micah. Micah.” Chris cried out until he was hoarse, and when he was finished, he went limp beneath Micah. “Oh fuck me that was incredible.”
Micah could only lie on him and try to stop his world from spinning out of control. He gave up when Chris kissed him softly and sighed. “Love you, Beastly.”
Micah didn’t mind the name so much now. Somehow the name fit him. Beastly. He sighed into Chris’s neck and let his nimble fingers soothe away his pains. “I love you so much, Chris. Want to marry you. One day. If you’ll have me.”
“Micah?” Chris sounded strange now. “You’re fired.”
“Mmm, well if that’s all.” Micah understood. “If that means I get to keep you. I’m completely good with that.”
“You get to keep me.” Chris’s voice held a smile and then a yawn. “We forgot the pizza.”
“We’ll heat it up after a nap.”
“Nap sounds good.” Chris yawned again. “Then pizza.”
“Then strip video games.”
“We’re already stripped.” Chris laughed through a yawn. “Well one of us. Next time you should take your trousers off.”
“Next time you can take my trousers off.” Micah nipped at the delicate spot below Chris’s ear. “Next time you fuck me until I’m boneless and…love you. Don’t forget that. I love you.”
“Deal. Next time I call the shots. Give me an hour.” Chris faded out as the afternoon sun slanted over their bodies from the gap in the curtains. He didn’t notice. Micah eased himself out of Chris, and tucking him against his body, he rolled onto his side to take his weight from his lover. Chris mumbled in his sleep and curled into him. Safe. He was safe. Micah let go and sleep claimed him. He didn’t mind the light so much anymore. Not with Chris safe beside him.