Curled up on the queen-sized bed, Buck nosed in Chris' sweat-damp
hair. His lover smelled of Aramis, Buck's cologne that he had
effectively if accidentally rubbed all over the man this evening, and
Buck couldn't help but smile. A thought flitted around in his head,
seductive and hot, one that he thought might set Chris wild.
"You want him, don't you?" Buck said, grinning against he long throat.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
But the sudden stiffening, the tightening of muscles was its own
answer. Buck drew a line down the center of Chris' chest, flattening
his palm and widening his fingers to touch both of the flat, pale
nipples at the same time in passing. It felt so good, and they
stiffened so nicely, that he paused, pads of pinky and thumb
connecting the dots as he slid his whole hand an inch forward, an inch
back. "Vin, you idiot. Don't play dumb with me. 'Sides, I wouldn't
kick him outta bed."
Chris looked at him then, green eyes wary and assessing. The truth was
in them, down deep, and the worry. Buck smiled fondly. After all this
time, Chris could still get scared. "I ain't goin' anywhere, all
right? I ain't tired of you, I never will be. And if either one of you
tried to cut me out after this incredible display of generosity, well,
I'd kick both your asses one at a time." Chris opened his mouth, and
Buck took advantage, sliding his tongue inside the warm wet space
before Chris could say anything to make an ass of himself.
"You plannin' on tradin' up?" Buck asked, pragmatic. Smiling, Chris
shook his head. "You think it'd be fun, a little three-way action?"
The back of Chris' hand moved, knuckles dragging lazily against his
balls.
Buck liked it when Chris got girly. It was the only word he knew to
describe it, this genteel submissiveness that was almost sweet, where
Chris let himself be overpowered by a heavy dose of masculinity. It
took a couple of spectacular orgasms and the right mood to get him
here, but when he was, Chris looked beatific. And Buck could no more
resist showering him with gifts than he could resist looking at a
curvy woman walking down the street.
The thought of Vin, who Buck knew for a fact was wild enough to jump
at a chance like this, in bed with them cast a lurid, kinky glow on
his mood, and as he leaned down to lick Chris' nipples, Chris' hand
turned and wrapped around his cock. God, just talking it was heating
them both up. And since it was... "I'm gonna fuck him," Buck
whispered, "right before your eyes. He's a firecracker, I'll bet he'll
go wild with both of us on him."
"How do you know?" Chris asked, breathless already.
Buck hesitated, just for an instant, before admitting, "'Cause after
the office Halloween party last month, I was drunk enough to open my
mouth to him, and he ended up blowing me." Chris tensed against Buck's
hands and mouth, and his hand on Buck's cock tightened briefly in shock.
"Tell me this wasn't on government property," Chris groaned.
Laughing, Buck eased up and over, wedging his thigh between Chris'
legs and giving both their cocks something to rub against. Finely
muscled arms came up around him, sliding slowly up and down his back.
"Truth to tell, that was probably the best part of it--I was too drunk
to appreciate his technique." He still thought the only reason Vin had
followed him into that office was because Vin thought of Buck as being
one cock closer to Chris.
Chris' elbow crooked around his neck and dragged him into a hard, hot,
wet kiss. "Well," Chris admitted, "I ain't heard nothin' about it, so
I guess you got away with it." He smiled. "But don't ever fuckin' do
it again."
Buck eased further over, using his hips to push Chris' legs wider and
Chris spread like a pro, the whipcord muscles smoothing along the
outsides of his hips. Chris' ankles crossed at the small of Buck's
back, and Buck tried to keep his thoughts from galloping ahead too
quickly. The green eyes were shades darker than usual, and hot. He
dropped his head for more tongue, and drew away, hungry. "Gimme some
slick," he breathed against Chris' mouth. The pupils dilated at his
order, and Chris opened his mouth to pant more easily.
"Slick me yourself," he challenged, humping up, his hard cock dueling
with Buck's in that way that made Buck fear a fire would start from
the heat. He slid down Chris' body, increasing the friction, pushed
Chris' legs up and licked him wet and loose. The predictable groans
from up above and the soft tugging of fingers in his hair only
increased his urgency.
He made brief pit stops on his way back up, mouthing gently at one
ball, licking the length of Chris' shaft like a popsicle. He stuck his
tongue into the shallow depression of navel, because Chris didn't like
it and Buck liked the way his belly flinched away from the touch. By
the time they were face to face again, sweat beaded Chris' upper lip
and he was squirming, his cock leaking against Buck's stomach.
"We'll bring him up here," he whispered, seducing with words as much
as body. He lined the hard head of his cock up against the wetted hole
and pushed. "Tell him it's for a game or a ride or somethin'."
Beneath him, Chris threw his head back against the pillow and his
spine arched into the bed, shoving his ass up to suck in more of
Buck's dick. Buck groaned as the heat enveloped him, and he thought as
he often did that Chris must do those damned women's exercises to stay
so tight. "I'll do him different," he panted, to take his mind off
this. Not that talking about Vin actually improved his predicament,
but still . . . He pushed again, bringing their bodies almost flush
together. "Maybe up on his hands and knees."
Chris' eyes popped open, but they weren't really seeing anything, and
Buck tried hard to concentrate. "That beautiful ass right in front of
me," he whispered. "I'll spread him, let you see it before I turn him
around and get him ready."
Chris groaned, his body undulating like a wave, and Buck started a
steady thrust, slow and deep. "What--" Chris swallowed, licked his
lips. "What am I doin'?"
"You're puttin' the rubber on me, then climbing to the head of the bed
and leaning back on the pillows. You don't touch either one of us
after that. You're lookin' though, at him, at me. And when I push into
him, you grab your dick. Damn, I love to watch you do that," he said.
Strong hands kneaded hard at his back, and muscles clamped down on his
hips, his dick. He might as well have been dialing up a thermostat,
for the precision with which he heated up his lover. It had taken
years to perfect, but Buck Wilmington was a man who never minded the
practice and he knew how to push every button, light every fire Chris
had.
"Buck . . . "
Shifting his balance, he reached between them to slide a finger over
Chris' cum-slicked slit. The muscles of Chris' belly worked, raising
his ass to answer their quickening pace. So close, they were so close.
"Do I jerk him off, or let him do it himself?" he panted, ringing the
sensitive head, pulling the foreskin up over the glans and dragging it
back down.
"Oh God . . . you . . . you do it for him," Chris gasped out, caught in the web
of fantasy that Buck imagined would be real, one day soon. Green eyes
focused, hot as a furnace and wild, on the edge of abandon. They
burned right into him. "Too fucking good at it not to . . . to let him have
his taste."
Damn, Chris knew him too. The compliments, the sweat-slick skin, the
hands that kneaded hard into his flesh and that intent, camera-like
stare that recorded every detail, all combined to strip his control
from him. He thrust harder, increasing his pace, felt the echo of his
pumping ripple up Chris' body. It was getting hard to think. Just a
few more thrusts, a few more words . . . "I want you to see him come before
you let yourself go. Him first, then you, then me."
"I'm gonna--"
You bet your ass you are, Buck thought, teetering on the brink. He
tightened his grip, thrust one last time, hard, and ground his pelvis
against the muscled cushion of his lover's butt. The first spitting
thread of cum wet his fingertips, before the clamping heat of Chris'
body--ass, arms, thighs--pushed him over, too.
His vision blurred but he couldn't close his eyes, never could when
Chris stared at him through it like this. Body quaking, groans
stuttered out of him with each squeeze of muscles on him, with every
jerk of his cock in Chris' body. They shuddered together, slick with
sweat, and somewhere in the middle of it Buck dropped his head and
sucked on Chris' lips, craving Chris inside him, envious of Chris' ass
for the fullness, the comfort, the surfeit of sensation it was getting.
Climax seemed to stretch on forever.
Damn, he thought, when Chris' hands pushed against his chest. He'd
half-collapsed, and between his palm and his pelvic bone, was in
danger of squashing his lover's dick. "Oh . . . " he swallowed, heart
pounding, lungs pumping oxygen like he'd been held underwater too long.
Chris, always faster to recover, smiled up with his heart in his eyes.
"You back with us?" Chris teased, his breath still heavy but already
under control. Buck nodded, not sure what he was agreeing to. "Hey,"
Chris breathed, and a hand stroked over his neck, down across his
cheek. Chris arched up and touched their mouths together, a gentle
contact compared to the driving forces that had brought them to this
moment. His tongue traced Buck's upper lip, tickling along the edge of
his moustache, then he blew warm air over the damp skin. "That was . . . "
"Yeah," Buck agreed, and pulled out gently. He slid to Chris' side
before he collapsed, and returned to his earlier examination of neck
and shoulder. "Real thing will be better," he tried, testing.
Chris tensed slightly, ruining the boneless relaxation of orgasm. "I
don't know if it's a good idea," he said after a minute.
"Well unless he shows up and starts banging on your door, you ain't
got nothin' to worry about tonight," Buck replied, content to leave it
alone, to let it happen when, or if, it would.
Chris turned toward him, tucking arms and legs together and making one
overheated, sweaty pile. "Don't push it, Buck," he said, half-order,
half-yawn.
"I won't," he promised. On the edge of sleep, he thought absently, I
won't have to.
The End
