Austin looked inside the car. JT barely fit in the driver’s seat as it was. Sex in that car wouldn’t be hot; it would be cramped and someone would get an elbow in the eye. “Get out.”
JT glowered at him.
“Come on.”
The door swept up, and JT climbed out. He winced and tried to adjust himself, but there was no adjusting something like that. Austin was surprised that JT hadn’t already split the seams of his jeans apart. “Don’t bother,” Austin said as JT struggled to get everything unpinched. “Just strip.”
JT plucked at the hem of his shirt, hesitant. Austin didn’t know whether he was being coy or bashful.
“I said strip.”
JT slowly peeled the tight shirt up over his head.
Too much pizza and beer and not enough action had put a few pounds on JT. The four-pack abs he’d had two years ago had lost all their definition, and JT was obviously embarrassed. JT had always been so damn touchy about his body, as if most people wouldn’t kill for a body like that, green or not. Austin could never say anything, not one compliment, not even that he liked the extra weight.
And he did like it. He liked it a lot. And he liked the trail of black hair down the stomach. And he liked JT’s absurdly broad chest, a little less ripped now than it had been, but still fanned with black hair. And he liked his tiny nipples, hard and black as obsidian. And the branching thick veins on JT’s shoulders and biceps, knotting on down to his oversized hands, Austin liked all that too. And he liked watching the cloth of the T-shirt stretch over all that muscle as if it would tear.
Finally the T-shirt was off and fell to the pavement hopelessly stretched out of shape by the body it had hugged.
“Jeans,” Austin prompted.
JT worked his jeans off his hips and slid them down. He pushed the thick rod of his cock down with them. When it finally snapped free, it bobbed heavily. JT let the jeans fall and stepped out of them. And there he was, buck naked, and all for Austin.
Green skin, tusks, and glowing eyes aside, no one would ever mistake JT for a human or elf. His shoulders were half again as broad as Austin’s, his arms twice as thick, but his waist just as narrow. His arms were too long, his legs were too short, his hands and feet were too big. And his cock and balls were just as out of proportion as the rest of him.
“Turn around.” So JT did.
Christ, would you look at that beautiful ass? Yeah, JT had put on some weight. Perfect weight. Exactly the weight he had needed to fill out. There was an ass ready for marking.
JT blushed and looked over his shoulder at Austin. “Your turn to strip. My turn to stare.”
He turned back and watched Austin strip. Where JT looked, Austin felt it like a touch.
People had ideas about how an elf should look: narrow-built, long slender muscles, eternally boyish if not just plain feminine, a teenager never quite coming into manhood, Donatello’s David instead of Michelangelo’s. Every striation of muscle showed on Austin’s body. Every major vein roped thick over him, not just his hands and his forearms, but twisting over his biceps, where shoulders met chest, and down his abdomen like ivy over a tree. Austin’s skin seemed so thin and tight it could tear. And everywhere glossy purple and white scars crisscrossed him.
JT ran a thumb along one of Austin’s newer scars. “You hurt yourself more.”
Austin shivered and goose bumps rose beneath the touch. “To be fair, I wasn’t trying to get hurt.”
JT traced another. Two years since JT had seen Austin naked, and JT knew which of the scores of marks on Austin’s body were new and which ones were not. One after another, he touched the new ones. “When are you going to stop?”
Replies logjammed in Austin’s head. Never, it’s what I was made for. Never, until I learn the truth. Never, if it means you’ll keep touching me like you’re doing now. Never.
JT traced a black-nailed finger down Austin, through the thin dusting of fine glossy pubic hair, soft and light brown, and he wrapped his oversized hand around Austin’s hard cock covering all but a few centimeters. JT’s fingers were rough from work, like fine sandpaper. He pulled his hand gently down the length of Austin and ran his thumb over the reddened head.
Austin brushed JT’s hand with his own. They never held hands. It seemed like there had been a time they used to kiss, but they didn’t anymore. And, just now, looking into JT’s eyes and seeing the dark-red burn there and needing him more than he ever had, Austin couldn’t remember why the two of them never did those things. He tried to entwine his fingers through JT’s, but JT jerked his hand away. “How do you want me?” JT said.
“Bent over the hood.”
JT glanced over his shoulder at Dante’s garage. Lights flickered inside. Where they stood now, the car blocked the view. On the hood, there’d be nothing keeping Dante from catching an eyeful.
Austin said, “Your kid’s busy building herself a man or a spaceship or whatever she’s building in there. Besides, don’t tell me she’s never caught you fucking before.”
JT spread his legs and leaned over the front of the car, catching himself with his hands on the hood. His cock and balls swung. He lowered himself until his face rested against the black molded plastic. He put his hands behind his back so all his weight was on his neck. It couldn’t have been comfortable, but that was okay. Austin didn’t want him comfortable.
Austin moved behind him and right here, right now, was almost the vision Austin had teased himself with two days ago: balls and cock hanging heavy and low so Austin could get to them if he wanted, and that beautiful green ass parted just enough to show JT’s tight hole ringed in black hair.
Austin cuffed him. The ratchet sound brought a fantasy of them playing cops and robbers. But Austin as the cop was just too silly, and there was no need for fantasies anymore. JT was right here.
He crouched between JT’s legs. He bit the tender inside of JT’s thigh, and JT jumped. He bit the other thigh. He licked upward, cheek brushing against shaved nuts, and sucked hard at JT’s taint. He slapped JT on his ass, one cheek, then the other, as he sucked and licked the space between asshole and ball sack. The slaps drew pink up into the green. They turned his ass that blended autumn color Austin liked so much. Austin’s other hand slid around JT’s massive nuts. He twisted and pulled. JT growled and bucked his hips back, everything available and ready, and Austin buried his face deep.
His tongue lapped at JT’s hole. It clenched tight, then loosened, then clenched again. And there was nothing that smelled like JT. All orcs had a strong smell to them, yeah, but JT smelled like springtime soap and clean sweat and a loamy musk so strong it made Austin dizzy. It made him feel like he was buried alive in warm earth rich with magic.
He slid his tongue into JT’s hole and pried him open. He flicked at it, sucked at the edges of it, and all the while he kneaded that fine ass with one hand and roughed up JT’s balls with the other. Used to be he could get JT close just from tugging and squeezing his balls, the harder the better. And from the sounds JT was making and his pre-come already beading from loose foreskin, that hadn’t changed. JT writhed under him. Tungsten links clicked together. Austin fucked him with his tongue and sucked and bit at his ass and squeezed and pulled harder on those nuts until the skin of his sack stretched thin and shiny.
He slicked up a finger with spit and slid it into JT’s ass, hot and so goddamn tight Austin would never get his cock in there. He twisted the finger, and then drove two fingers in. JT’s whole body shook. JT whined and growled and adjusted his stance and forced his ass up high, squirming to get Austin deeper. Austin finger-fucked him, twisting and pulling at the tight ring of his hole, trying to loosen it up. He stuffed one of JT’s nuts into his mouth and pulled until it popped free.
“Austin, please . . .” he heard JT whisper between harsh breaths.
“Please what?” Austin drove his fingers deeper.
“Fuck me.”
“You’re still too tight.”
“Then hurt me.”
Austin sat back on his heels and admired the blush of pink he’d brought to JT’s ass and the bruising he’d brought to his nuts. He took JT’s massive cock and milked it and got himself a handful of slickness. He lubed up his dick and ran another swipe of it at JT’s tight hole. He stood and pressed the head of his cock against it.
“Say that again.”
“Hurt me,” JT whispered.
And it was so damn tempting to do just that, shove it on in hard and fast and let JT howl and curse him. It would serve JT right for being an asshole two nights ago. It would serve JT right for being an asshole for two years. A good grudge fuck would do Austin good. A good grudge fuck would make it easier to leave when it was all over with.
So of course he didn’t do that. He pushed in nice and firm and stroked JT’s sides and back to calm him.
JT clenched up anyway. Every muscle locked rigid. His ass pinched tight.
“Fuck, JT, give it up,” Austin hissed at him. And he wondered how long it had been since JT had let a guy do this to him. He’d assumed JT had a parade of men waiting for him. Maybe he’d assumed wrong.
JT relaxed one hitched breath at a time, and Austin sank in slowly. He liked watching himself sink in, forcing that beautiful puckered green ass open, stretching it wide to swallow him up one knot and vein at a time. JT’s breath came in a shallow, jerking whine. It sounded like pain. It looked like pain the way his shoulders and arms tensed and released, but he pushed his ass back onto Austin. Pain or not, JT wanted it. So Austin kept on, and that tight ring of muscle slid down, around, and over him. The heat of JT’s insides engulfed him. Heat better than heaven. And then JT was snug around the base of Austin’s cock and Austin was deep as he could go.
He kept pushing. He forced JT down against the car hood until JT had to give up on standing. JT crashed down on the hood with a thump as his feet came up.
Austin lay across JT’s impossibly broad back and stayed buried in him. JT rose and fell beneath Austin, all ragged breathing. His cuffed hands squirmed between their bodies. The metal cuffs bit into Austin’s stomach.
Austin licked along JT’s ears. “Look at me, JT. Let me see your eyes.” JT turned his head and opened his eyes, sleepily, drunkenly, tripping high on Austin’s glamour. They were flecked with orange, and the flecks dimmed and brightened and swam slowly in the glittering black. Austin ground his hips side to side against JT. JT’s eyes narrowed and the flecks swam like bonfire sparks reflected in dark water. JT was ready.
Austin fucked him good and slow, a little bit in, a little bit out. Heaven: that tight ring sliding over his cock, up and down, tightening, loosening; the soft heat past that. JT’s chest rumbled under Austin, the purring sound JT made and didn’t even know he made it, like JT was a finely tuned, old-time car. Austin liked that idea: finally, a car Austin could drive better than anyone. Right here: first gear. He liked first gear. He could do this all night if he wanted. He could pop a couple of times, good slow pops.
Not tonight. If Austin had to leave, if this was the last time, then Austin wanted to see JT lose control. When Austin drove off into the sunset, JT needed to know what he was losing.
Sweat sucked between his chest and JT’s back as Austin lifted himself, arms straight. He fucked a bit deeper, a bit harder, and now each drive home made JT grunt, broke his purr up. JT’s hands clenched and released just like his ass did around Austin’s cock. Austin shifted and planted both hands on the small of JT’s back and fucked with his hips. Yeah, that was a good angle there. Feel that ass slip around him, giving over to Austin. Yeah, you missed this, JT. You missed this.
JT growled Austin’s name, and that was his cue to lean into it, harder. Put your back into it, Austin. Skin slapping, now. Breaking a sweat.
“Austin, let me go.” Third gear, now. Harder. Ball-slapping. Make him feel it, every goddamn centimeter of it. “Austin, you fucker, let me go. Austin, it’s my turn. Austin, let me go, you fuck.” JT jerked at the handcuffs. The muscles of his arms bunched and his back went rigid with the strain of trying to break free. JT growled a string of half-finished thoughts: “Austin, stop. Goddess. Austin, let me go. You can’t make me . . . come . . . going to fuck you . . . bloody . . . Austin . . . make you . . . oh goddess . . . oh fuck . . . Austin . . . stop . . . you can’t . . . fuck me!”
Austin pulled out, all the way out. And the desert night air was so cool on his cock, cool as winter outside of JT. “That what you want?”
And JT looked over his shoulder and roared at him, mindless, fangs flashing, eyes dripping fire.
“That’s what I thought.” And Austin slammed back inside him, bone-jarring hard. JT bucked and kicked and fought against the handcuffs as if he wanted Austin to stop, as if he’d kill Austin if he ever broke free, but Austin knew better.
What visions did he see lost so deep in Austin’s glamour? Did he even know it was Austin inside him, fucking him apart? Or had JT become nothing but orc lust and hunger and violence?
Austin fought him. He drove harder, deep as he could, breathing harsh, sweating heavy. His cock felt electric, his balls felt heavy, filled with warm lead, and the warmth spreading. He leaned into JT, one hand on JT’s shoulder blade, the other on the back of his neck, shoving him down against the car with his whole body on each fuck, forcing a JT-shaped dent into the plastic.
The wildfire in his cock and balls built and spread, and it wasn’t just the sensations of fucking, not just his cock deep in JT’s ass, or JT’s thick musk and sweat, or skin like satin and muscles like steel under Austin’s hands. It was the rush of power he felt with JT crazed under him. Like riding a wild animal. Like regaining control over a spun-out car. JT beneath Austin, bucking and roaring: it had been Austin who had driven him to that and Austin who’d tamed him. And that made Austin feel like a fucking god.
JT gave in. Just like that, he stopped fighting. He collapsed beneath Austin, howling softly and pitifully like he was dying. He whispered, “Austin, Austin, Austin, Austin, please.”
That was too much, and the leaden fire broke white and erasing, and Austin burst inside JT and filled him. Gasping, sweat pouring from him, heart hammering, he kept fucking, cock slipping through the thick cream he pumped into JT, shoving it deeper, pulling it out in a slick white mess, pumping out more. He kept fucking until he stopped shaking and could breathe again and see again.
He wasn’t finished. There’d be time to catch his breath later.
Austin pulled JT down to the front of the car and rolled him onto his back. JT’s cuffed hands were beneath his ass, raising it to just the right height. Austin held JT’s legs in the air by the ankles and slid back into him. He shoved the pain of hypersensitivity aside like he would a knife wound. And he started all over again, JT’s turn this time.
He watched JT as he fucked. He watched JT’s nuts—one to each side of his thick cock—bob with each thrust. He watched the pre-come drizzle from JT’s thick foreskin, the head of his cock still hidden inside. His eyes tracked the sweat beading on JT’s forehead and trickling into his matted black hair as his head rolled left and right. He watched JT’s eyes flicker with need, glowing phosphorescent orange. And Austin kept fucking, wet and noisy.
Broad chest all banded muscle, olive green, malachite green, agate and jade, dusted with short black hair. Narrow abdomen, no ripples anymore, trail of hair, slick and glittering with sweat and JT’s own juice. Austin could smell the rank, wet leaf, loam-scent of JT growing stronger. Austin fucked faster, sensitivity past, ready again.
He leaned down over his orc. Sweat dripped from his nose onto JT’s throat and ran down one side of JT’s neck over veins and rigid tendons. His orc. JT was Austin’s orc. JT had always been Austin’s orc from day one, and one of these days JT would admit it. “Come for me, JT. Show me what you can do.” And he ground his hips hard into JT and felt himself swell larger, ready to blow for the second time.
Austin leaned back, wanting to watch as JT’s body locked, arched and rigid. His arms strained against the handcuffs, biceps twice the size of softballs, veins bulging. His head smacked into the car’s hood, and he roared, tusks and fangs and teeth all showing. His cock swelled longer and thicker, finally enough for all that foreskin to slip, and there was his pinkish-green head, and it busted everywhere. Thick white fountained, and spray splattered past JT’s head and ran down the windshield. It fell into sweat-matted hair and streaked his face and kept on coming, more and more of it. JT’s jaws clacked shut, lips peeled back from fangs and teeth, unable to scream anymore, unable to breathe or do anything but come.
And his ass went tight as a vise around Austin, so tight that when Austin came, it hurt to push all that load through his clamped-down cock. Tell me you’re not mine, Austin thought through his own pulsing haze. Tell me anyone else can do to you what I just did. Tell me you don’t need me. Tell me you haven’t missed me and don’t want me back, and I’ll tell you you’re a fucking liar.
Their chests heaved. Austin pulled out of JT slowly, pulling a trickle of come with him and then a splash when his head popped free. It ran and pooled along the edges of the crossed-flags emblem. JT, eyes closed, groaned and frowned like a sleeping cat who didn’t like to be messed with. Austin smirked, satisfied with the glorious mess he’d made: the big green man was exhausted and soaked in sweat and practically drowned in his own cooling come. The hood ran with sweat and all else. It was dented, and there were deep scratches where the handcuffs and JT’s tusks had scored through the enamel. Austin wondered if JT had been linked to the car through all that. Had it hurt, or had it been some kind of ecstasy Austin couldn’t imagine?
Austin’s eyes slid to his clothes lying scattered on the concrete and his cocky smile faded. It was over now, wasn’t it? He picked up his clothes and walked back to the house, leaving JT dazed on the hood of the car. Had he really thought one more fuck was going to change things between them? In the history of everything, when had that ever worked?
Austin folded clothes warm from the dryer and stuffed them into his gym bag. Why had he brought so many goddamn shirts?
“Where are you going?” JT said sleepily from the door.
“San Francisco.”
“Now?”
“Yes.”
Austin folded a shirt into thirds and then rolled it. JT hadn’t said anything or moved, so Austin turned to look at him. JT was still naked. He was still damp with come. His hands were still cuffed behind his back.
“Oh shit. Sorry.” He went over to JT and tapped the code on the cuffs. JT’s wrists were abraded all to hell. Austin tossed the cuffs on the table next to the barely eaten mustard sandwich and returned to his folding.
JT went to his bedroom. He stopped at the door and said, “You should stay.”
“I really think I shouldn’t.”
“You can leave in the morning.”
Austin stopped folding, a flash of anger. And how will that make anything better? he wanted to say.
“Sleep with me. In my bed. With me.” And he disappeared into his room.
Austin’s heart raced. He glanced down at his hands. The shirt he’d been folding was wrung into a twist. He tried to tell himself all the reasons why he shouldn’t do this, but though the reasons were there, the words for them never came. He dropped the hopelessly wrinkled shirt into the laundry basket and went to the door of JT’s bedroom.
JT had an iron-framed bed. Thrown over it were woolen blankets dyed in Southwest First People’s patterns: turquoise blue and carnelian red. JT was sprawled naked on top of them, malachite green.
Austin took the last few steps to the bed and sat on the edge. JT pulled him down. His arms folded around him and engulfed him. He spooned around the back of him, cold, sticky come and sweat pressed between them. His tusks scraped at the back of Austin’s neck and caught in his hair.
When they’d gone into hiding after escaping the wizards’ laboratory, they’d lain together like this. In a dark basement of an abandoned building, on an old, bare mattress thrown on the floor in the corner, they’d huddled together and watched the door of the damp, moldy room, knowing that at any moment the wizards would appear there and take them again. And JT, who could smell fear, had said, “You’re not afraid. It makes me think we have a chance.”
Austin lay there with JT’s massive arms around him, arms that could break him but would never do that. It had been Austin who’d come up with the handcuffs, but they’d always been for show. They’d been to make JT feel safe, not Austin. These arms would never hurt him. One slid down to his waist. JT’s hand wrapped around Austin’s balls snug and warm.
And Austin hadn’t been afraid in that basement. He’d been on edge and nervous, but not afraid. Because JT had been holding him exactly the way he was holding Austin now, and nothing could hurt him while JT held him that way. Nothing could hurt either of them so long as they held each other.
This had been a terrible mistake. Austin should go.
Men never stayed. So JT wasn’t used to a man in his bed, let alone holding one so tightly against him. He couldn’t sleep this way. He made a virtual round of his home checking doors and windows. He stretched his senses beyond the house and into the grounds. Turret cameras showed dark desert. He cycled through infrared and ultraviolet and saw only a fox.
There was nothing to do but be with Austin, though he didn’t know how. He couldn’t sleep this way, but he wouldn’t let go, either. He drifted in and out of sleep, the reality of Austin’s perfect body against him mixing with strange dreams, leftover glamour visions of smoking battlefields smelling like hot road, and JT comfortably dying, speared through by an incomparable elf.
JT’s ass was sore. His hole burned a little, tingled a little. It felt stretched out and tight as a rubber band all at once. It would feel like that for a day. His cock was tucked along the crack of Austin’s ass, harder than ever, but right now JT didn’t want any more than this here. Maybe in the morning he’d take Austin the way Austin had taken him.
Maybe that’s what was making Austin nervous. JT could smell the anxiety on him.
And Austin also smelled like sex: like gym sweat, and the clean soapy smell of all their mingled come. JT licked the back of Austin’s neck. He tasted the salt there and got himself high off the faint scent in his hair: battlefield smoke, hot road, glamour.
It had taken a week for JT to fall in love with Austin way back when. Another week to realize that Austin didn’t love him back. That for Austin, the sex had just been sex. And then a year for JT to convince himself he had only thought he was in love. It had just been the glamour. Austin’s glamour was a beautiful, strange, and frightening lie constantly whispering into JT’s ear.
Like just now: it was so easy to imagine the two of them like this always. Too easy. He should tell Austin to go. He would tell him. In just a few minutes. He could stand to listen to the lie just a few minutes more.
Neither of them moved. Austin didn’t go. JT slept and held and listened.