David went down under the sensual onslaught, letting it wash over him like a wave. He realized vaguely that he wasn"t afraid at all; he registered a lamp shining softly in one corner; he heard the soft strains of a country ballad start up; then all was Jory, and the man was all he needed in the whole wide world.
David grunted as Jory began to shove his T-shirt up. "Flesh," Jory explained, urging David to raise his arms. "Skin against skin. All right?"
"You, too."
"One at a time." Jory finally got David"s shirt off him and paused for a moment, spreading his palms wide on David"s chest.
He shut his eyes, then began to thrust against David from above. "Feels so good," he whispered. "You. So warm and human. I think that"s what I fell for. You"re a fine man, David. One h.e.l.l of a guy."
"So are you." David watched hazily as Jory drew down the zipper on his jeans and slipped in a hand to fondle what he found beneath the cloth. He hissed and bucked up at the feel of cool fingers on his heated c.o.c.k.
Jory pushed him, wrapping his hand around his length and jacking him way too slowly, up and down, thumbing the tip.
"Stop," David begged after a moment. "Too much. I don"t want this to be over in a big hurry. We"ve got all night. Don"t we?"
"All night, lover." Jory didn"t let go. "You"re young. You could get it up again."
"Doesn"t mean I want to spend myself the first time like a randy teenager." David grinned at Jory"s dreamy expression, then surged up, laughing as he tackled his lover. His jeans tangled around his knees, bringing them down with a harder thud than usual, but who cared?
With their positions reversed, David above, he caressed Jory"s neck. "The man who made you a vampire didn"t care for how he was changing you. I do. You might not feel alive, but when you"re in my arms you can pretend."
Jory was breathing heavily. "Come on, then," he urged. "Let"s get my blood flowing."
David reached under Jory"s waistband for a good handful of his own. "Feels like you have good circulation to me."
"Who knows how that works?" Jory laughed. "Let"s get down to the real nitty-gritty." He sprawled beneath David, loose and easy. "Strip, you. Then undress me."
David planted a hand on Jory"s shoulder. He knew his eyes were glittering darkly, with a hunger even he couldn"t put a name to. "Do you trust me that far?"
"I do. And beyond."
"Good." David bent down for one kiss, then stood up as best as he could. He kicked off his jeans, then slid a finger under the waistband of his boxers. Soft hunter green cotton molded to his a.s.s and thighs. For the first time, he didn"t feel like he was fat or a loser. He felt like someone whose lover had their eyes glued to his body in eager antic.i.p.ation instead of impatience or frustration with who and what he was.
David felt like someone who loved old things, who loved making them come to life again. He stripped off his boxers and stood tall, his c.o.c.k jutting out. Reaching for it, he felt the heavy weight in his palm and almost stopped breathing. "I want inside you," he heard himself say. "Can I?"
"Undress me." Jory made it a request, not a demand. "I want you there."
They hadn"t done this before. Jory"d always been as eager as he, both of them shoving off anything that might get in the way.
Jory was always the one on top. Not tonight, though.
Carefully, as if Jory were a present he wanted to keep safe, David reached down and helped his lover in getting his shirt off.
As Jory had, he pressed his hands to the smooth skin. "No hair," he murmured. "You"re smooth as silk."
Jory tossed his head. "Come and taste me, then."
Unable to resist, David gave one of Jory"s pale pink nipples a pinch, then lowered his mouth to one. He drew the nub into his mouth and bit gently, tasting the sweetness of male flesh. Something else that was a first for him, fresh. Jory seemed to love it, though, moaning and arching to get more, more, more.
"It"s like being a virgin again," David said softly as he lifted away, giving the neglected nipple a tweak. "Everything"s new."
"All of it?" Jory touched David, gentle as if he were touching china. Then, harder, like a man should. "Even this part? Being on top."
David nodded a little shakily. "But I"m ready. I want you that way. Wide open for me. I love you, so it"s fair that you get to be my first time."
"I will kill Tommy if I meet him," Jory swore. His eyes flickered golden for a moment. "Would you hate me if I did?"
David considered the thought. "No."
"Good."
They held still for a moment, drinking each other in. David bent for one more desperate kiss, then, no more stopping, undid Jory"s jeans and slid them off. Jory"s c.o.c.k was so hard it lay almost flush against his belly, a small string of clear fluid trailing down onto his belly. "Beautiful," David breathed. "Gorgeous."
"Suck me?"
"Maybe later," David teased. He couldn"t resist a touch, though. The skin felt just as velvet-soft as the few he"d laid hands on in his lifetime, although barely warm. "Let"s get you heated up." He stroked Jory in a way he knew was too light and too easy to really satisfy. Given how his lover groaned and thrust up impatiently, David figured he"d better get on with the action and give a little more than he was getting.
Slowly, dragging the moment out to make it last, David lifted one of Jory"s legs and draped it over his shoulder. Kissing the calf, he guided Jory"s other leg around his waist. Jory grasped on tightly, pulling David closer to ground zero.
"Wait -- wait -- lube?" David gasped. Jory swore and dug around beneath the couch they"d landed next to. A second later, a small tube was slapped into his hand. "Condom. Do we need --?"
Jory shook his head. "Vampire. Can"t catch or pa.s.s anything."
"First time for this, too." David"s hands shook as he smoothed the sticky fluid over his erection.
He felt Jory touch him, a little desperate, a little gentle. "You"re ready for this? I don"t want to rush you."
"Yeah, but I do. I am." He dolloped more lube onto his fingers and probed tenderly. Jory yelled, but in pleasure, as David penetrated Jory"s a.s.s with one digit. His lover clasped David"s arms, tugging him in tighter with both legs. They were past talking by then.
Two fingers, then three, and David"s nervousness slowly changed into something more like confidence. This felt right and natural. Didn"t matter what Jory was. All that mattered was the core of the man. The love between them and the l.u.s.t each charged up within the other.
"Ready?" David asked at last, lining his c.o.c.k up with Jory"s entrance. "Here I come."
"Please ..." Jory whispered. He sucked in a deep breath as David pushed carefully. Short, easy strokes, an inch at a time, until he was seated almost all the way inside. David gripped hard at whatever he was able to reach, trying not to come that instant.
The way Jory hugged him from the inside was unbelievable. Maybe they were both virgins, in a way.
Then, as he learned the pace, David began to push forward and pull back. He heard himself voicing loud, rough cries as he thrust, mingled with Jory"s own moans and incoherent babblings for more, faster, harder.
Red rolled over his vision and all rational thought melted away. The only thing that mattered was more of the tight wetness, the feel of Jory"s heels digging into his back, and the o.r.g.a.s.m he felt starting to explode in his gut, and -- oh, G.o.d, G.o.d, G.o.d!
David came to and found himself draped over Jory. He"d slipped out and Jory was still hard beneath him, pushing up in a frantic rhythm. Although he felt like he was made of jelly, he managed to push a hand between them and lock his hand over Jory"s c.o.c.k, rapidly rubbing up and down in a tight grip, hard as he was able. Jory gave a strangled cry, arched one last time, then sticky wetness flooded out between their joined bellies.
There was a long moment of silence, both men inhaling and exhaling raggedly. "Alive," Jory said abruptly. "It"s almost as good as."
David smiled, sleepy. He carefully unwound Jory"s legs from around his middle and off his shoulder, arranging them like a display. "I"m heavy. I should move."
"Not too heavy for me." All the same, Jory"s arms were there to welcome him as David collapsed by the vampire"s side.
"Have to admit I like you there, too."
"Better than in the other place?" David teased, walking his fingers over Jory"s chest. "That was ..." he swallowed.
"Wonderful. There aren"t words."
"Then there don"t need to be words." Jory brushed his lips across David"s. "Whatever tomorrow has in store, let it wait for tomorrow. For us, right now, there"s just this moment." He entwined his legs with David"s. "Let"s sleep, lover. You and me, together." There was a moment of silence, then Jory added, "You don"t have to be afraid anymore, you know. I"ll keep you safe."
And lying there, David believed him. He let his eyes drift shut, feeling Jory"s fingers dance light patterns over his ribs. He"d never fear the night again. David knew what was out there, now, and one part of it had promised to protect him.Safe and secure in that knowledge, and in the arms of the man he loved, David relaxed until soft and easy, he fell asleep ...
His last thought was that he couldn"t wait to introduce The Brotherhood to Jory.
Liam had watched the pair of men disappear through the crowd. He turned to Oliver, feeling peace steal through his body.
"Another success," he murmured. "Now, about that gin and tonic?"
Oliver poured for him, his/her hands dancing over the bottles. "You know, you can"t keep this up," s/he said seriously.
"How many of you are there waltzing around Amour Magique? I know you can project yourself in as many shapes as you want, but it can"t be healthy."
"Ah, well." Liam accepted the sparkling gla.s.s from Oliver. "I promised I would keep an eye on The Brotherhood. It grows easier as each of them finds their heart"s true love, no matter what they go through to achieve it."
"So, David?" Oliver leaned on his/her bar. "Does his story end here?"
"Oh, no." Liam took a sip of his drink. "There is, as you might say, an epilogue." Another sip, and a sigh of satisfaction.
"They"ll be on their way to a satisfying climax. And I do mean that in every sense of the word."
Oliver topped off Liam"s c.o.c.ktail. "You worked a little of your hocus-pocus to get David to handle what Jory is, didn"t you?"
"No." Liam turned the gla.s.s around and around in his hands. Slowly, he smiled. "David is so much more than he himself believes. His heart was big enough to accept a vampire, so long as that creature loved him. He will be full of questions, but Jory can provide all the answers that he needs."
"Think they"ll have a happily ever after?"
Liam half-closed his eyes. He toyed with the blue crystal at his neck. "By the Tear ... I think so." He gave the pendant a spin. "In fact, I am sure of it."
And, raising his gla.s.s, he saluted love given to those who deserved it.
Willa Okati
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