Summary: Trey shows up at the Rainbow Club intending to lose
something and finds something instead.
Word Count: 6500
Trey looked around the bar nervously. He was finally here, and
damnit, he was going to follow through. His friends had given him
the address and some advice, assuring him the place was safe.
Considering the widespread selection of safety items behind the
front counter, Trey believed it. The inside of the club was dim, but
not exactly romantic. More...mysterious. Large, oversized booths
took up one side of the room, a heavily stocked bar the other, and
waiters delivered drinks to several tables scattered through the
center of the room. Many men walked in and out of the double doors
at the end of the room, doors he'd been told led to the private
rooms. There was one waiting for him there. He'd rented it. He'd
rented it purposefully with the plan to come here and have sex.
For the first time.
Well, for the first time with a man.
Swallowing hard, Trey stopped at the bar and ordered a shot for
courage. The older man behind the counter gave him a supportive
smile and moved on to the next customer without asking any
questions. The young man turned around and looked across the room.
The man out front had told him how it worked. The men wore armbands.
White for just visiting. Yellow for interested in exploring. Orange
for looking for sex. Red for looking for kink. Employees wore green.
Trey looked down at the yellow band tied around his bicep and
wondered if he should have gotten orange.
Micah sat in the dark circle of one of the comfortable booths. He
wasn't going to find anyone tonight by hiding in the shadows, but he
wasn't entirely sure he wanted to pick anyone up. Not-so-recently
out of a long term relationship, he'd been goaded by his best
friend, Jacob, to get back on the horse before he forgot how to
ride. Jacob had met his partner here five years ago and was an
incurable romantic. When the Bears lost the Super Bowl, part of
their bet had been that Micah had to don an orange band and spend
three nights at the Rainbow Club. He rubbed at the band absently,
his gaze settling on a young man at the bar who looked as out of
place as he felt.
As he watched, a large man with a red band tied around a bulging,
bare bicep stopped to talk to the young man. Micah's hackles rose as
the giant crowded the kid, causing him to take a step backwards, the
bar preventing him from putting much space between them. A large
hand came down on either side of the slender form, and the trapped
man's eyes darted left and right like he was looking for someone to
rescue him. Micah glanced around for green bands. The bouncers at
this place kept a close eye on the behavior of the clientele, making
sure no one stepped out of line and everyone felt safe, but he
didn't spot anyone close. He slid out of the booth and was halfway
across the room before he realized what he was doing. Fifteen years
in the private security business had given him a soft spot for the
underdog and no tolerance for bullies.
"Ah, really, no thanks, I'm waiting for someone..." Trey said again,
trying not to look and sound like the utter wimp he felt like. This
guy was huge and scary and he did SO not want to deal with someone
with a red band.
Easily reading the quaver in the young man's voice, Micah spoke up
from about three paces behind the couple at the bar. "I suggest you
take my boyfriend at his word." His voice was flat and carried the
authority of someone who feels no need to prove it.
The large man turned to face the intruder, his fists clenching at
his sides, making the veins stand out in his arms. His eyes swept
Micah, from his slightly too long hair to his well worn cowboy
boots. You can move a boy to the city, but some habits you just
can't kick. Micah stood in a completely relaxed stance, hands open,
body language completely nonthreatening. More than one person had
underestimated him. At six feet even, he had a moderate build that
belied his strength and speed. He could take down the hulk in front
of him and not even break a sweat.
The big man glowered, but made no move towards Micah. "Boyfriend,
huh? If you're his boyfriend, why was he at the bar alone?" Even as
he asked, he was moving away, casting a last appreciative look at
the man gripping the bar like a life raft in a storm.
Micah moved to his “boyfriend’s” side, running a soothing hand down
his arm, pulling him close to his side and leaning in to whisper in
his ear so he wouldn't be overheard. "It's okay. Sorry about the
boyfriend comment, but since you said you were waiting for someone,
I figured it'd make him back off. I promise you haven't jumped from
the frying pan into the fire. I'm perfectly harmless. We just need
to let tall, dark and bulging think I'm really your boyfriend or
he'll be back."
Trey relaxed – amazingly, considering how hard his heart was beating
- against the man who'd approached. He radiated a comforting vibe,
and Trey almost hung both arms about his neck to hang on tight.
"Thanks. He really wasn't who I was looking for tonight," Trey
admitted quietly, still staying close. "I'm...not really waiting for
someone. Just looking."
"I see that," Micah teased, running his finger under the yellow band
on the other man's arm. Glancing almost guiltily at his own arm, he
was glad to see that the short sleeve of his T-shirt had fallen over
his own band, hiding the color. "Why don't you come sit with me for
a while? My booth has a great vantage point to 'look'."
A smile slowly pulling at Trey's lips, he nodded, grabbing his
bottle from the bar. Then he stilled, unsure, looking at the other
man with narrowed eyes. You're not wearing a red band, are you?" he
asked, just to be sure.
Micah flushed, not wanting to reveal the color of his band and have
the other man judge him by it. He slowly raised the sleeve of his
shirt. "But I'm really not on the make. I promise... I won't hit on
you."
Trey saw the orange and relaxed. Orange meant wants sex. "I wouldn't
mind, you know," Trey said, some of his natural confidence returning
now that he was getting more comfortable in his surroundings.
The unexpected comment threw Micah for a minute. He started to say,
'I'm not sure I'm looking,' but bit his tongue. He did find the
other man attractive, and he found himself reacting to someone for
the first time in ages. Shutting it down before it even had a chance
to get started was the habit he was here to break. "Why don't we go
sit down and have a drink?" he suggested, motioning towards the
table. "We'll see what happens from there."
Nodding his agreement, Trey followed the other man to a shadowy
cubicle. The high walls of the booth closed around them, offering a
surprising amount of privacy and quiet. He got settled, taking the
time to look the other man over speculatively. "I'm Trey," he
offered.
"Micah. I'm guessing from the yellow band you aren't a regular
here."
Trey smiled for real this time. "No, first time. Some friends I
trust told me about it. I'm...well," he pointed at the yellow band.
"Looking. For something. For someone."
"Aren't we all?" Micah laughed, taking a sip of the scotch he'd left
on the table. "Me, too, I guess. My friend, Jacob, is convinced that
I need to find someone, preferably yesterday. I'm here because I
lost a bet."
"What kind of bet? If you don't mind my asking," Trey said.
"Oh! Well, it was a Super Bowl bet. I haven't dated in a while, so
when Jay won, the prize he claimed was me spending three nights here
with an orange band. I guess he figured I was so irresistible that
I'd be beating them off with sticks." Micah rolled his eyes.
Trey took his time looking over Micah, eyes dancing. "Not too far
off the mark, maybe," he said, knowing he was flirting.
Micah's body flushed under Trey's perusal. "In case you haven't
noticed, it's you I've been beating them off of."
Smile growing bigger, Trey shrugged. "Although this isn't my scene,
I'm usually pretty good around people. This is a whole different
crowd..." He tilted his head. "So what are you looking for?"
"I have no fuckin' clue." Micah chuckled at his own admission. He'd
thought he knew, but it hadn't worked out. Maybe he needed to try
something completely different. Planning. Control. Taking things
slow and in the proper order. It had always seemed so important.
Shifting in the booth, he looked at the sexy man next to him and
decided that spontaneity definitely had its advantages. "I'm going
to kiss you," he whispered, just before his lips brushed Trey's.
Trey's eyes widened as Micah leaned close - but there was no hard,
demanding kiss. It was soft, barely there, and he felt like sparks
jumped from his lips. He raised one hand to cup the back of Micah's
neck, trying to pull him closer.
Micah refused to be pushed, enjoying the anticipation that was
building in his body with every soft brush over Trey's lips. "You
have the softest lips." He sucked the pouting bottom lip into his
mouth, grazing it with his teeth. "Fuck, you taste good," he
groaned, accepting the invitation of the parted lips and letting his
tongue sink into the younger man's mouth.
Sighing against Micah's lips, Trey let his eyes close as he felt the
heat building between them. Maybe he'd hit the jackpot right off. He
moaned, sliding their tongues together. The throaty moan jolted
straight to Micah's cock, making it swell painfully against the
zipper of his jeans. Sucking deeply on Trey's tongue, he pulled him
firmly against his chest, the slender body sliding easily on the
leather seat. Sitting back into the corner of the booth, he pulled
Trey practically on top of him before his mind cleared enough to
make him wonder what he was doing. He froze.
When the other man stopped still, Trey pulled back with a gasp, both
hands on Micah's shoulders. He was hard and panting and didn't want
to stop. "What's wrong?" he asked, nipping at Micah's lower lip.
"You're wearing a yellow band." The older man let himself get lured
into another long kiss. "What do you want from tonight?" he
asked, pulling away from the temptation with a reluctant and
lingering suckle to the swollen and coppery-tasting bottom lip.
Trey shuddered against Micah's chest. "I want to get fucked," he
breathed against the other man's lips.
Micah balked slightly at the coarse statement. The man in his arms
didn't deserve to be 'fucked'; he deserved to be worshiped...
touched... stroked... suckled... made love to in every sense of the
word. Nuzzling the smooth cheek, he breathed against Trey's ear.
"Are you sure about that? It isn't what you wanted when you came in
or you wouldn't be wearing yellow."
Sitting back a bit, Trey focused glazed eyes on Micah - just a kiss
and he was turned on beyond belief. But the serious look in the
other man's eyes made him pause and sent a douse of cold water over
him. He winced, thinking about what he'd just said. "I came looking,
yeah, that's right," he admitted quietly. "Looking for someone to
have sex with who'd take their time. Do it right," he murmured,
bracing himself for a laugh. His friends had told him good luck with
finding someone who'd rather make love than fuck.
Eyes darting down, skimming the body draped against his, Micah
thought, 'Oh yeah, I'll take my time. I'll learn every inch of
you... what makes you moan... what makes you squirm... how your skin
tastes on the back of your knee and under your balls...' Trey
moaned, and Micah's gaze shot back up to meet desire-soaked eyes,
glassy and unfocused. He realized that he'd spoken aloud.
Trey curled his hands into Micah's T-shirt and yanked him as close
as possible for a hot, wet kiss. He couldn't stop himself from
shifting on the other man's lap. "Room," he breathed against swollen
lips. "I have a room."
That surprised him. Micah framed Trey's face with his hands, pushing
his hair back with his fingers to be able to see his eyes clearly.
"A room? You really did plan on sleeping with someone tonight,
didn't you?" He was irrationally disappointed that he might be just
a body and that the chemistry between them wasn't what was driving
Trey's decisions.
The younger man's face stilled, and he looked at Micah longingly. "I
wasn't sure. I wanted to...but I wasn't sure I'd be able to go
through with it. With a stranger. With someone I didn't feel -" he
swallowed. "Feel something with," he rasped.
Micah looked deep into the sapphire blue eyes. "Have you done this
before?"
Trey's breath caught, and he searched Micah's face. As masculine and
hard as he looked, his brown eyes were soft and gentle. Trey shook
his head very slightly.
"Then we aren't doing it in the back room of a bar," Micah said
firmly, sitting Trey up, standing and reaching for his coat. "Come
on. You can pick your place or mine... and before you start to freak
out..." He pulled the slender man up and into his arms, kissing him
gently. "Just because you leave with me, doesn't mean you owe me
squat. We'll just see where things go, okay?"
Giving into the impulse he'd been quashing, Trey slid his arms up
around Micah's neck, sliding his fingers into the dark hair that
curled over his collar. The other man was just tall enough to make
Trey feel small, but the young man knew he liked it. He felt safe
with Micah. "Kiss me one more time?" he asked.
A low, possessive growl purred from Micah's throat as his lips
claimed Trey's. Open mouths sealing together, his tongue plunged
into the warm depths, exploring every surface and texture, sucking
on the younger man's tongue until his squirmed against him,
retreating to suck at his lips and then plunging deep to steal his
breath. Pulling back, he rested their foreheads together, looking
down at the kiss-flushed face. "Now let me take you out of here,
because I want to kiss every inch of you that way and have no
intention of providing a free show. The big, bulging Brutus hitting
on you earlier would enjoy it WAY too much." He chuckled, pulling
the band off his arm with a yank and a pop.
Trey's smile was mischievous. "Can't wait. Did you drive?" he asked
as they walked to the door. He heard the clomps and looked down to
notice Micah's boots. It just fit the older man. Trey wondered how
much older he was.
"Yeah. You?"
Shaking his head, Trey shoved his hands into his jeans pockets,
although it was a tight fit. "I took a cab," he said.
Micah pulled him firmly against his side as they exited the
building. "Then let me see you home," he offered chivalrously,
nuzzling the soft neck and making Trey laugh. Walking down the
sidewalk to the parking lot on the corner, he pointed out a bright
red 4x4, another concession to his inner farm boy - in his neck of
the woods, a man wasn't really successful unless he had a big, new
pickup truck. Unlocking the doors, he opened the one on the
passenger side, trapping Trey between the truck, the door and his
body to steal another kiss. "Fuck, your kisses are addictive. Tell
me you don't live very far away."
Trey's breath stuttered, and he deliberately squirmed under Micah's
body, feeling muscles, sharp angles and an obvious erection. "Just
off Fourth and Crawford," he answered, hooking his fingers in the
other man's belt loops and pushing against him again. "Your body's
addictive," he drawled. "I can't wait to see and feel more of it."
"Which is going to happen sooner than I want if I don't get us on
the road soon. Even a private room at the Rainbow Club is preferable
to the back seat of my truck in a parking lot. In," Micah ordered,
swatting Trey's tight ass as he stepped up into the truck.
The drive took less than ten minutes, but it seemed like forever
with the hand rubbing his thigh, teasing fingers 'accidentally'
brushing his ever-increasing erection. Squealing to a stop, he threw
the gearshift into park and was out of the truck before it had even
settled, dragging Trey out his door and heading up the walk.
The younger man couldn't stop laughing as Micah manhandled him up
the walk. If it had been anyone else, he might have been put off or
even scared. But being this close to Micah just turned him on more
and more. He couldn't get enough of his strength and touch and
smell...once they were inside, Micah slammed the door shut, then
slammed Trey against the door - and all he could do was beg for more
while he reached for the older man.
Trey was truly addicting. So responsive. Every needy sound and
provocative movement fueled his desire to hear more... drive him
higher. Cupping his ass, Micah lifted him completely off the floor,
encouraging his legs around his hips and grinding him back into the
door. One hand and the pressure against the wall supporting his
lover, Micah's other hand sunk into the thick wheat-colored hair,
pulling Trey's head to the side so his mouth could attack the
sensitive neck. The thrusting of their bodies had developed a
definite rhythm that was driving them towards an inevitable
conclusion... a conclusion that Micah wasn't ready for... yet.
"Oh God, Micah," Trey moaned as he curled himself around the other
man. It was like he was weightless in his hands, such a crazy turn
on. He shuddered when he felt lips and tongue and teeth on his neck
- one of his most sensitive spots - and Micah had zeroed right in on
it. Trey wrapped his arms around Micah and vowed to himself that he
definitely wasn't letting go. Not tonight.
"We need a... bed... or couch," Micah panted.
"Yeah," Trey gasped, but he didn't move or let go or stop his roving
hands or slow the attacks he was making with his mouth and tongue.
He rubbed forward against Micah's flat belly, trying to get some
friction against his aching cock, while he sank his hands deep into
the scruffy mop of hair.
Micah's hands moved restlessly over Trey's body. With a frustrated
moan, he pulled at the intrusive clothing. Letting the younger man
slide to the floor, he supported him while he found his legs. "I
want you. I want you so much I ache, but this we could have done at
the club. I want you naked and in a proper bed. Where's your room?"
"C'mon," Trey said, grabbing his hand and leading him to the stairs.
His bedroom was the wide loft above, sparsely decorated, rather neat
for a young bachelor. And a wide bed. At the top of the stairs Trey
kicked off his shoes and turned around to grab Micah's T-shirt
again, using it to pull the other man against him. "Bedroom," he
whispered as he licked Micah's lips.
"I think I specified naked in the bedroom," Micah teased, nipping at
Trey's lips as he pulled his T-shirt over his head. He pulled his
belt out of its loops and popped the top button on his jeans before
reaching for Trey. Unfastening the buttons down the front of his
shirt, he ran his hands over the smooth chest and brushed the flat
pink nipples. Like everything else about the young man, they
responded quickly, hardening under his touch.
"You're gorgeous," Trey breathed, sliding his hands over the defined
chest and abs before arching into Micah's hands. He groaned and
moved his hands to his own jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping and
stopping there, instead using his smaller fingers to undo the rest
of Micah's button fly. If he took awhile and some extra rubbing to
do it, well, who'd blame him?
Micah groaned as Trey's fingers brushed his erection. Sitting on the
edge of the bed, he held up a boot with a grin. "Help me get these
off." He laughed falling back on the bed as Trey tugged on his boots
almost pulling him off the bed in the process.
Trey grinned and laughed along as he yanked at Micah's boots. He got
one off and dropped it, then pulled on the other. Removing it, he
went back to pull off socks, and while he was there, he lightly
tickled the bottom of Micah's foot.
"Hey!" Micah snatched his foot out of Trey's grasp. "Oh... payback
is hell," he warned, sweeping Trey's feet out from under him and
sending him sprawling onto the bed. Straddling his hips, he pinned
him, his eyes darkening and his smile turning predatory.
Laughing almost to the point of giggling, Trey wiggled on the sheets
until Micah pinned him down. "Oh, and having you on top of me is
supposed to be hell?" he asked saucily. He didn't know what it was
about the older man - but he just made him feel alive. Sexy. Wanted.
Safe. And Trey wanted more.
Micah's mood got serious, his voice dropping to a husky growl. "I
hope not." Releasing his hold on Trey's wrists, he let his hands run
in a tantalizing stroke down the sensitive underside of his arms,
crossing at the shoulder and continuing down the midline of his
chest. "I want you to want me on top of you," he purred, shifting to
lie between Trey's legs, his mouth exploring the lightly muscled,
tan chest. Lips pressed to a nipple, he whispered, "I want you to
beg to have me inside you."
Trey swallowed on a needy sigh as his eyes rolled back into his
head. He pulled his knees up behind Micah, digging his toes into the
sheets. "I don't think it'll take much," he said. He was hard as a
rock, tenting the cotton briefs peeking from his unzipped jeans.
Sliding lower, Micah's tongue tasted both nipples, catching the left
nub between his teeth and biting down until Trey cried out, one hand
twisted in the sheets, the other in his hair. "Oh... I don't
know..." He shifted until his face was even with his lover's crotch,
nuzzling the soft cotton hiding the rock hard shaft. "I intend to
take this very..." He licked at the damp patch clinging to the head
of Trey's cock. "...very... slowly." Mouthing at the round head
through the cloth, he sucked at the taste of his new lover.
The whimpers came faster as Trey lifted his hips and clutched at
Micah's shoulders. "Okay, I think I can see where the begging will
come in," he said breathlessly.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet." Micah tugged Trey's jeans and boxers
off his hips, baring his cock and thighs. Trey wriggled, attempting
to kick them completely off, but Micah was still lying on his legs.
"No. I like you like this - partially restrained and at my mercy."
One hand holding Trey's cock to his lips, he licked and suckled the
velvety head, his tongue traveling up and down the shaft and over
the wrinkled sacs. "Fuck, you taste good."
Trey sucked in a breath and moaned "Micah..." under his breath as he
gripped the pillow behind his head with both hands. He looked at the
older man with heated eyes - he'd hit the damn jackpot, apparently.
Trey sent up a prayer of thanks.
With a last lap at the incredibly silky head, Micah opened his lips
and swallowed a good two-thirds of the length. His hands pinned
Trey's hips to the bed to control at least some of the thrashing.
Head bobbing, he sucked and teased with his tongue and teeth, doing
everything he could to make Trey come... and come hard.
A long, low moan turned very shaky as Trey couldn't help himself
from jerking up into Micah's mouth. "Micah...hell," he gasped. "I'm
gonna lose it!" he nearly wailed.
Micah pulled back just long enough to talk. "Come for me, baby. Let
me taste you."
When the hot, wet suction of Micah's mouth again closed around him,
Trey bucked once, then again, then froze and shuddered as he slid
into orgasm, twitching with each contraction in his cock. His face
reflected his pleasure, eyes shining where they were turned unseeing
to the ceiling.
Lying between Trey's legs, mouth on his cock, Micah rolled his eyes
up to watch his face as he came. Softening his touch, he suckled and
licked until every movement, no matter how slight caused the younger
man to gasp. Letting the sated shaft fall from his lips, he moved
his attention to the hollow just inside the raised hip bone.
Following the soft skin down the crease the joined Trey's body to
his thigh, he lifted the leg, bending the knee as he pushed it
towards his chest. "Relax," he whispered as his tongue swept into
the dark musky crevice of Trey's body.
Trey shivered as he felt the path of Micah's tongue, but he was too
boneless to do anything about it - and he didn't want to. He sighed,
letting his eyes flutter shut as he floated on the endorphin high of
his orgasm. And he knew there was more to come.
Micah spread his lover's legs wide easily, Trey's muscles completely
relaxed. Exposing the tight pink hole, he licked over the puckered
flesh. Trey’s groans spurred him on as he pushed his tongue into the
untried hole. "You like the feel of my tongue in your ass?" he
asked, fucking and sucking the entrance until it was wet and
slightly relaxed. Moving his mouth to gently suck on Trey's balls,
he replaced his tongue with a finger, crooking it to brush directly
over the young man's prostate. "I'm gonna fuck you with my tongue
and my fingers until you come again."
"Shit..." Trey hissed as his cock twitched in response. "Okay, I
like that idea," he said dazedly. "Tongue...fucking me with your
tongue. Jesus Christ." He was utterly amazed at what Micah was doing
to his body.
Both Micah's tongue and his fingers worked Trey's hole, until it was
relaxed and open. Every brush over his prostate made his thighs
tremble, and Micah knew he was close. Unsure of how many times the
younger man could come in a night, he asked, "If you come now, can
you come again? I want you to come around me while I'm buried inside
you."
"Done three, yeah," Trey admitted, breathlessly. "Not so close
together, though..." he groaned as Micah's fingers slid deep again,
all the pained stretching gone, just leaving a hungry ache behind.
"I'm thinking it won't be a problem tonight," he admitted, raising
his eyes to the older man's.
"Then come for me." Micah sunk three fingers deep. "Come from my
fingers in your ass... stroking you from the inside out." He twisted
sharply.
"Jesus!" Trey howled as his gut clenched, matching his ass clamping
down on Micah's fingers. In and out and in and out and Trey was
yelling again, back arching as he came a second time with just as
explosive results.
Damn! Micah watched as Trey came apart again. He was easily the most
responsive lover he'd ever known, and it was an incredible turn on.
If he didn't fuck him soon, he was going to come just from watching
Trey climax, and he wanted more than that... so much more. Shimmying
out of his jeans, he grabbed a condom and several packets of lube
from his pocket. He'd snagged them on the way out of the club,
unsure of what Trey would have at home. Rolling them over, he pulled
Trey on top of him, pressing the packets into his hand. "Put it on
me," he directed, encouraging the younger man to touch him.
Trey was still dizzy as Micah spun them, and he wavered, finding
himself astride the more muscled man. He looked at the condom in his
hand and took a steadying breath. He carefully rolled it on, sliding
his hands over the silky but hard cock before covering it with
latex. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, sliding his fingers
along Micah's thighs near his balls, close to his own.
"I want you to touch me... take me into your body," Micah rasped,
his hands skimming the soft skin of Trey's arms, chest and thighs.
"In this position, you can control how much and how fast." Strong
hands gripped Trey's hips and helped to position and guide his body.
"Okay," Trey answered, his breathing picking up. He clasped his
hands over Micah's, looking faintly anxious and he shifted and felt
the push of Micah's cock against him. He swallowed and pushed back
more, feeling the other man slide up and down his cleft, finding the
pucker. When Micah pushed in as Trey pushed back, the younger man
gasped and tightened his hands.
"Relax," Micah coaxed, pulling Trey down for a kiss. He left himself
positioned right at the entrance to the younger man's body and
lifted up gently, pushing against the muscle as the kiss got more
passionate.
The kiss was hot and wet and hungry, and Trey moaned, unconsciously
pushing back against the prodding. When Micah's cock got into him,
he gasped and stilled, feeling the heavy flesh just slightly inside.
He felt like he throbbed all around it. "Oh God," he breathed
against warm lips as he struggled not to bear down against it,
fearing it might force Micah out.
Nuzzling Trey's neck, Micah gripped his ass with both hands and
pulled him slightly closer. "I'm gonna move a tiny bit. It'll feel
better when I'm a little deeper." Biting his lip - hard, he rocked
in shallow thrusts, sinking farther with each one. He groaned as
Trey began to push back against him, the tight grip of his body and
the knowledge that no one else had ever touched Trey this way
driving him crazy. He'd never understood the appeal of virgins, but
he was beginning to feel an incredible desire for one in particular.
Trey bit his lip against the stretch - it was almost painful - Micah
felt so much bigger than his fingers. He squeezed his eyes shut and
tried to relax, but he couldn't keep from trying to push back. He
choked on a gasp when he squeezed out and ended up pulling Micah
further in. The lubed condom eased the slide, and he whimpered as he
felt little spangles and sparks start to flare.
About halfway in, Micah grabbed Trey's hips to still them, the
younger man's innocent wiggles and noises bringing him dangerously
close to losing all control and coming. Trey looked down at him a
questioning look on his face. "Feels so fuckin' good inside you...
I'm gonna come... if... hold still for just a second." He closed his
eyes and bit hard on the inside of his cheek.
"Um...okay," Trey said shakily, eyes wide as he watched the strain
and play of emotion on Micah's face. "It's - it's that good?" he
asked quietly, trying really hard not to move so he could feel
Micah's cock sliding inside him some more.
Eyes still pressed tightly closed, Micah moaned as Trey shifted
above him. "Baby... you have no idea." Taking a deep breath, he
pushed up into the tight channel, eyes flickering open and locking
on the man above him. Absolutely in awe at the trust he saw shining
in the blue eyes, he caressed Trey's cheek. "Let's find a little
piece of heaven, shall we?"
Staring down into deep brown eyes, Trey nodded and turned his chin
to kiss Micah's palm. "Show me," he asked as he shuddered, feeling
even more of the thick cock sink into him. How much could there be?
How could it feel so incredible? The pressure inside was driving him
crazy.
With several smooth, steady thrusts, Micah was buried completely. He
really wanted Trey to be able to explore and set his own pace, but
at the moment, all he could think about was flipping the young man
over and fucking him until he saw stars. "You've got all of me
inside you. Move. Angle your hips. See how it feels," he instructed
softly.
"Don't stop!" Trey objected when Micah stilled. He bit his lip as
the older man told him to move - so he did. Slowly at first, just
feeling - it was awkward. He was afraid to move too much, he didn't
want Micah's cock to slide out. He grew a bit more confident as he
realized the very length and thickness of said cock wouldn't let
that happen unless he literally stood up. Taking a deep breath, he
leaned forward on both arms and started pumping his hips up and
down, moaning each time he sank to Micah's groin.
Micah's eyes rolled up in his head as Trey's body enveloped his cock
again, muscles squeezing as he came to rest against his hips.
"Fuck!" he gasped, fingers sinking into the flesh of Trey's ass and
rubbing their bodies together, grinding himself even deeper. With a
groan of surrender, he caught Trey's gaze. "Trust me," he whispered
as he lifted the slender body and rolled them over, withdrawing to
his tip and then joining their bodies at a new angle.
He was on his back before he could nod, and then Micah was sliding
back in - and it was incredible. Trey bucked and cried out, shocked,
as a burst of fire inside his groin made him see fireworks. Mewling
Micah's name, he lifted both legs and curled them over the other
man's hips, just trying to get his closer, trying to feel that
again.
Sliding deeper on the same path, Micah plunged repeatedly into
Trey's body, only withdrawing a few inches before gliding back over
the spot that made the younger man cry out. Balancing himself on his
elbows, he cradled Trey's head and caught his lips. Their bodies
undulating together, he remained mindful that this was Trey's first
time. He didn't want to leave him sore. As his lover's movements
became more frenzied, he reached between their bodies to stroke
Trey's cock in time with his thrusts.
Trey cried out, his back arched as Micah touched him, and he
strained as he felt himself gearing up to come one more time. "Oh
God...Micah...I'm gonna come," he moaned as the older man's hand
tightened and pumped him just as the cock driving in him hit
just...that...spot... "Micah!"
The way Trey called his name undid him. Feeling the warm spatter of
his lover's release, Micah completely sheathed himself in the
clenching channel. Back arching, he cried out, muscles trembling as
his climax surged from him so forcefully it almost hurt. "Oh, God...
fuck... Trey!" he screamed.
He seized up so hard all over, Trey thought he might black out. The
air was suddenly too thin, and the world was spinning. Or he was
spinning, right in place on Micah's cock where it was buried as far
as it would go. Then everything relaxed - suddenly - so suddenly
that he thought he'd forget even his own name. His throat was dry,
and he could hear a soft keening. Trey realized it was himself as he
clutched Micah desperately.
Micah eased himself gently out of Trey's body, collapsing forward on
his side and pulling the smaller man close, whispering into the soft
blond hair and running soothing hands over his still trembling body.
Moaning softly, Trey turned to his side and buried his face in
Micah's neck, wallowing in the warmth as the passionate aftershocks
shrieked through him. He slid one knee over Micah's thigh, settling
close with a sigh.
"This is my favorite part," Micah admitted candidly.
Trey blinked, trying to connect that comment with the heated passion
they'd just shared. It had been incredible. Still - so was this.
Comfortable, relaxing, reassuring. He could almost imagine Micah was
here to stay. "I can see that," he murmured against the other man's
neck.
"Making love is like a roller-coaster - wild, exciting, makes your
heart pound and feels fuckin' awesome, but it goes so fast..."
Micah's voice drifted off, and he played with Trey's hair in silence
for a minute, feeling like he was revealing too much of himself.
Deciding that he had nothing to lose, he continued. "Now... holding
you... feeling your heartbeat... my body still pounding. I can enjoy
both the pleasure and the connection."
Closing his eyes and cuddling closer, Trey was pretty sure he
understood. He could feel Micah's fingers carding through his hair,
and he decided he didn't want to move anytime soon. He hoped Micah
would stay at least a little while.
Micah's eyes were getting heavy, and he really wanted to just let
himself slip into sleep with Trey in his arms... and wake up next to
him in the morning. Morning sex was a whole different experience to
explore, but he didn't want to presume. The younger man didn't seem
in any hurry to shoo him out the door. He'd seen the body language
of 'we've fucked - now please leave,' and this definitely wasn't it.
Shifting down so their faces were even, he placed a soft kiss on
Trey's nose to get him to open his eyes. "You okay with me staying?"
Trey's eyes fluttered sleepily, and he smiled at the little buss of
Micah's lips. He hummed an affirmative and tightened his arms, just
in case that wasn't enough agreement.
Positioning pillows and blankets so they were supported and warm,
Micah spooned behind Trey and wondered if he just might have found a
lover. An annoying buzz kept him from succumbing completely to
sleep. It finally penetrated deep enough into his conscious mind
that he recognized it as his cell phone. Unwilling to release Trey
completely, he reached behind him blindly, searching for his jeans,
reeling them up from the floor and retrieving his phone from the
pocket. He glanced at the screen - 'Jay Calling'. Hitting the ignore
button, he turned the phone off and tossed it to the floor. Tomorrow
was soon enough to put up with his friend’s gloating.
Murmuring Micah's name softly, Trey curled up against his lover -
his lover! - and sighed happily. He'd enjoy it tonight. Tomorrow,
he'd set about making sure Micah stuck around awhile.
