Thirty-Nine
There was no rush when Ten and Bas walked through the back door and into the cabin. There wasn’t a need for it. Not anymore.
By some unspoken agreement, the two of them walked directly to Ten’s bedroom.
Ten stepped in front of Bas, led him over to the bed and then he stopped, turned and put his hand on Bas’ chest to stop him. His eyes were squeezed shut. Bas closed his hand over Ten’s and waited. He could see that Ten wanted to say something, but he was searching for the right words.
He didn’t have to wait long.
Ten’s eyes opened and for the first time since they’d met, Bas felt like Ten was looking at him. Not just looking but seeing him. Ten was seeing Bas and only Bas, not the ghosts from his past.
Bas wanted to say something but the lump in his throat was too big.
“Bas, I,” Ten began before pursing his lips, both frustration and concentration clear. His eyes opened and pinned Bas with a look that only said one thing. The words he said next confirmed that look. “Bas, I’m here with you. All of me is here with you. I want you to know that.”
Bas leaned down to press his lips to Ten’s, “I know, babe.”
Ten’s relieved breath blew warm against Bas’ lips.
Ten brought his lips to Bas’ in a kiss that made Bas feel warm, protected….loved.
The moment that Ten whimpered, his body shivering with his desire, everything changed
The sound that escaped Ten’s lips was like an invitation for both of them to let go and allow the straining floodgates to open.
“Fuck,” Ten moaned just before he opened his mouth wide and began devouring Bas. He devoured with his lips, with his tongue, with his hardening body pressing against Bas’.
They went from meandering bubbling brook to raging river in the blink of a…well…..in the blink of a whimper.
Bas was torn between hanging on for the out-of-control ride and slowing things down, so he could savor, so he could appreciate, so he could love.
But then it hit him that he could do both.
This time he could do both.
Because when they were done with the wild, crazy, intense fast ride, Ten wasn’t going anywhere.
Not this time.
Not ever again.
Ten was his now.
His to drive wild with passion.
And his to slowly bring to new heights of pleasure.
His.
That was the key this time. It was everything.
“Hey, where’d you go?” Ten whispered as he peppered kisses down Bas’ neck and across his collarbone.
Bas looked down at him with a wicked gleam in his eye, “Just trying decide what I want to do to you first.”
Ten blushed and dropped his eyes.
Bas cupped his chin and lifted it until Ten’s eyes lifted, “What, babe? Tell me.”
“I, I want you inside me. Will you do that?”
Bas slid his thumb across Ten’s cheek, “I’ll do that, I’ll suck you, I’ll stick my tongue in your ass, I’ll welcome you inside me. I’ll do anything for you, Ten, anything.”
Ten blushed as he smiled, “I’d like that, all of it. But right now, what I really want is to feel you filling me up, Bas.”
“Then that’s what I’ll give you,” Bas said as he wrapped his arms around Ten’s waist and claimed him with a kiss.
Ten groaned into Bas’ mouth and when he felt Bas leaning back slightly to take his weight, he jumped and wrapped his legs around Bas’ waist.
Bas closed the small distance to the bed and then put his knee on it. Using just the strength in one arm to keep Ten from bouncing to the bed, he cradled the man to his chest as he used his knees and other arm to move them up the bed. Then he lowered Ten down, laying his own body down on top of him. Not crushing him but with just enough pressure for Ten to know that he was safe.
Ten wrenched his mouth away and gulped in air as he pumped his hips. “God, Bas, touch me….please.”
With a plea like that how could he possibly resist?
Bas sat up to his knees, yanked his shirt over his head, dropping it next to him on the bed. All while keeping his eyes locked with Ten’s.
His hands closed on either side of Ten’s waist and then slid up, taking the shirt with it.
Ten raised his arms and lifted enough for Bas to get his shirt off. Then he groaned when Bas ran his fingertips down Ten’s chest.
Ten’s nipples pebbled, as if they too were reaching out, calling to him, pleading with Bas to touch them.
So, he did.
First running his thumbs over them. And then leaning down to suck one into his mouth.
“Fuck, yes,” Ten breathed out on a groan as his fingers grabbed onto the hair on the back of Bas’ head.
If the man beneath him was so turned on, he needed to hold Bas to keep him where he was…
Well, Bas was just fine with that.
At least he was until he felt Ten’s jeans covered dick flex against Bas’ thigh, tapping him and begging for its own attention.
Attention that Bas was now desperate to give.
Liking Ten’s hand where it was, Bas only moved his hands down to the button on Ten’s jeans, keeping his mouth latched firmly onto Ten’s pec.
Ten groaned and began to gently nudge Bas to move lower. A chuckle rumbled from Bas’ chest as he kissed his way lower, “I think your dick is jealous of all the attention I’m paying to your chest.”
“He is, he definitely is,” Ten said with a rumbled growl.
Bas moaned as he kissed and licked his way down to the top of Ten’s jeans.
The look he gave Ten along with his wicked smile was probably illegal in half a dozen states.
It was almost enough to have Ten lighting off like a rocket.
‘Not yet,” he told himself as he squeezed his eyes shut.
Ten’s zipper began a slow descent as Bas said, “If you cum now it most definitely won’t be your only orgasm of the day.”
“Jesus,” Ten whispered as his eyes squeezed shut again.
Ten wasn’t an old man by any stretch of the imagination. But he wasn’t a young spring-chicken either.
Usually he needed some recovery time.
But something told him that right now, under this man’s more than capable touch, he wouldn’t need any recovery time….at all.
He reopened his eyes, because he didn’t want to miss anything that was about to happen, and he almost lost it again. Because Bas still had his eyes locked on Ten’s face as his fingers peeled open Ten’s jeans.
Ten’s dick throbbed behind his briefs. Hell would swear he heard the damn thing whimper as it begged to be let out.
Ten lifted his hips when he felt Bas’ fingertips against them, not because the man asked him to, but because, well, what other choice did he fucking have? If his dick wasn’t set free within the next few seconds, he was probably going to die.
When he felt cold air hit his dick he almost cried out in relief...he probably would have if his breath hadn’t been stolen from his body when Bas closed his mouth over Ten’s dick and sucked it into the back of his throat.
As much as Ten wanted to watch what Bas was doing to him….he just couldn’t. His fingers dug into the sheet underneath him as his eyes closed and his head fell back on a throaty moan.
One hand moved to the back of Bas’ head and gripped the soft short hair. His hips began to move, thrusting hard up into Bas’ mouth.
“Bas,” he moaned as a warning that he was close.
Instead of pulling off or stopping, Bas’ answer was to suck harder as he slid his finger through the spit that was running down Ten’s balls and then pressed it against Ten’s hole. The moment he slipped the tip inside, Ten lit off like fireworks on the fourth of July.
His mind screamed Bas’ name while he grunted out a few incoherent words and sounds, the orgasm apparently taking his ability to speak with it.
His dick pulsed and throbbed as it spilled down the back of Bas’ throat. He squeezed his fingers on the back of Bas’ head when he began to get too sensitive and Bas released the suction he had on Ten’s dick and licked it to clean up anything he missed.
Knowing the two of them were so connected that they didn’t need words to convey what the other needed or wanted should have scared the shit outta Ten.
Instead it made him feel safe, understood, wanted….loved.
As soon as that word popped into his head, his eyes opened, and he looked down. Bas stopped what he was doing, laid his head on Ten’s hip and stared up at him.
“I,” Ten began but then his throat felt like it was spasming. He swallowed a few times. This was so not the time or the place for this. But when had Ten ever done anything conventionally?
A frown line formed in Bas’ forehead as he gazed at Ten.
“I love you,” he whispered as he reached his thumb down to smooth those frown lines away.
Bas’ eyes closed as if he wanted to savor those words for a few seconds like one would a fine wine or a gourmet meal. The frown lines disappeared and the dimples on his cheeks appeared as a smile formed. When he opened his eyes again, he didn’t say a word. Instead he surged up on the bed, straddling Ten’s waist as he clasped his cheeks in his hands. He leaned forward until their mouths were inches apart, “I love you too, Ten, so fucking much,” he whispered and then those inches disappeared as he crushed their lips together.
Ten moaned into Bas’ mouth and grabbed onto his waist.
This was just two people on a collision course with lust and nothing and no one was going to get in their way.
Bas kept devouring Ten’s mouth until he felt the slick tip of Ten’s hard dick tap against his back, indicating the man had most definitely recovered from his earlier orgasm.
“Bas,” Ten moaned again as he moved his hands up to fist Bas’ hair on either side of his head. He pulled Bas’ hair, making it sting at the scalp but Bas couldn’t care less if it hurt. If Ten needed to hold onto him, if he needed Bas to be his anchor then he would damn well be Ten’s anchor.
He reluctantly broke their kiss, smiling when Ten’s lips tried to find his before Ten opened his eyes to look at him. A sweet, blushing smile lifted the corners of Ten’s mouth.
Bas climbed off to the side and rested his hand on Ten’s thigh, “Scoot down onto your back for me babe, okay?”
Bas waited there and Ten knew that he was waiting for any signs of hesitation on Ten’s part. Well, if Bas was waiting for that he was going to be waiting a really long fucking time.
Ten slid down the bed until his head was on the pillows, spread his legs wide and began slowly stroking his dick.
He watched as Bas’ eyes went wide and then darkened as he stared at Ten’s moving hand. When Bas’ eyes finally meandered back up to find his, Ten’s tongue slipped out and he licked his lips.
“Jesus,” Bas whispered as he reached down to grip his own dick.
Bas smiled, “Yeah,” he whispered on a sigh almost as if just the idea of fucking Ten gave him all the satisfaction he needed.
After a moment, Bas finally let go of his own dick and leaned over to the edge of the bed, pulling open the drawer of the nightstand. He crawled back over and situated himself between Ten’s legs, caressing his fingers up and down them.
Just when it reached the moment that Ten was going to open his mouth to tell Bas to get shit started, Bas stopped his hands and grabbed the lube.
It was some powerful shit, Ten thought as he inhaled a deep breath.
Bas rubbed the lube around on his fingers, trying to warm it, but it was still cold enough to make Ten flinch when Bas’ fingers touched his balls.
Bas’ eyes dropped down and he watched his fingers trace a slick line over Ten’s skin until he reached Ten’s hole.
After pushing against it a few times, he pressed it inside, watching as it disappeared inside Ten’s tight-as-fuck-heat.
His left hand wrapped around his own dick to stroke it at the same rhythm as his finger fucking Ten’s hole.
Bas added a second finger and began to open Ten up.
Please, what? Please more? Or Please fuck me?
The only thing Bas knew without a doubt, from the way Ten was writhing around and moaning, that it wasn’t a please stop.
Bas added a third finger, because whatever it was that Bas wanted, he wasn’t going to risk hurting the man. Bas’ dick wasn’t a monster but it definitely wasn’t small either. At around seven inches long, he was just over average, but he was thick, like really thick.
His mind got lost in the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of Ten’s ass. God, he couldn’t wait to get in there, but he also didn’t want to go in yet because once he did that would mean it would almost be over.
“Bas, please, I need you,” Ten groaned.
How many times had he wished that Ten would say that to him? How many times had he dreamt it over the last year?
More times than he could fucking count.
He pulled his fingers free, wiped them on his discarded t-shirt and then tore open the condom wrapper.
He rolled it onto his dick and then with a final snick of the lube, he slicked up.
Then he gripped his dick, rubbed the tip across Ten’s relaxed hole a few times and then he began pressing inside.
The second the head slipped in, he pushed on the backs of Ten’s thighs and locked his eyes with Ten’s as he pushed inside.
“Fuck, Ten,” he whispered the second his balls touched the soft skin of Ten’s ass.
He looked up when Ten remained silent.
Ten’s eyes were squeezed shut, a few tears escaping from the corners.
Bas instinctively knew that Ten wasn’t in any pain, at least not physically. Emotionally? That was a whole other story.
But Bas also knew that it wasn’t something he could help with.
Ten needed to work through this on his own.
So, Bas stayed right where he was, his dick filling Ten’s ass as his fingers caressed up and down Ten’s thighs.
He turned and pressed a kiss to Ten’s knee.
Ten shook his head, “No, in me.”
Ten did and when he locked his eyes with Bas and smiled.
That smile was the release to everything that Bas was holding back.
His hips pulled back and snapped forward with a slap.
Ten’s balls dragged over the top of Bas’ dick while Bas’ own balls slapped against Ten’s ass.
Ten’s hole squeezed Bas so tight he felt like he was in a vise.
“Fucking hell, Ten,” he growled when he began to feel that tingle.
He sped up his hips, his dick dragging back and forth over Ten’s prostate like it was trying to embed itself inside it.
He was moving so hard and fast that neither of them could speak. Grunts and slapping sounds echoed off the walls. Sweat dripped and pooled.
And then Ten’s head fell into the pillow, his back arched, his chest reached out for Bas and he exploded in the most glorious site that Bas had ever seen.
Before the second ribbon of white had streaked across Ten’s stomach, Bas was shouting up to the rafters as his dick pumped out his release into the condom.
Bas continued a slow roll of his hips, a lazy in and out of his dick as he curved his neck forward until he could bring their lips together. He knew he should pull out, knew that Ten was more than likely sore by now, but he just couldn’t bring himself to end this.
When his arms finally gave out and his weight dropped down onto Ten’s body, he quickly pulled out and rolled, curving his body around Ten’s as he nuzzled his lips against the back of Ten’s neck.
They lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms, for a while. No words felt necessary. The silence embracing them like a third lover.
They dozed for a few minutes until Bas realized that he had to get up clean them off or he would be risking having a condom glued to his dick.
He quietly slid from the bed, trying not to wake Ten, and padded into the bathroom. He cleaned himself off, rinsed out the washcloth and brought it back to the bed.
He ran it over the cooling come on Ten’s stomach and then gently prodded him to lift his upper leg so he could wipe the excess lube away.
He tossed the wet rag into the hamper in the corner of the room and then rested his hand on Ten’s hip. He could sense that the man needed some time to process everything that just happened, but he was also struggling with his own emotions.
Bas hadn’t felt this way about someone in a long fucking time. There was a reason for that. He’d closed himself off so long ago to focus on his career that he wasn’t sure he knew how to open back up again. He wanted to, he really wanted to. But only if Ten was going to be completely in this.
Ten reached down and threaded their fingers together, squeezing Bas’ hand. “I need your help, Bas.”
“Anything, Ten. I’ll do anything you need.”
Ten rolled to his back, “I need you to help me to understand why. Why me? Why us?”