Promise Rock 03 - Living Promises (MM) (29 page)

W
HEN
Collin got out of the shower, Jeff was already in bed, mostly asleep. He was wearing red striped pajamas, the kind with the wide notched collar and the satin piping, and he was clutching one of the fur mountains—the long-haired calico one—to his chest. Collin had heard the thing's purring from the bathroom door.

True to Jeff's word, there was a pair of white cotton boxers on the wine-colored comforter, and a plain, white T-shirt with a rainbow ring around the arms and the neck.

“Asshole,” Collin muttered affectionately, putting both of them on. “Mmm?” Jeff murmured, and Collin slid behind him, tangling his bare, hairy shins with what felt to be about a thousand acres of flannel under the umpteen-thread count cotton sheets.

“Jeff, don't you have to be a Victorian virgin to wear something like this?”
“Shut up or I won't push the cat off the bed.”
Collin reached around Jeff's chest and shoved with all his formidable upper body strength. There was a thump big enough to shake the windows and an indignant yowl, and then Collin wrapped his arm securely around Jeff's chest and pulled him back, so their bodies were tightly flush with each other. He raised his other arm over his head and used the new and improved closeness to nuzzle Jeff's neck.
“I'd be careful when I put my shoes on,” Jeff murmured. “Katy holds grudges.”
“Katy is just going to have to get used to a new order,” Collin insisted. Jeff
mmm
-ed and pushed his hips sleepily back against Collin's groin. Collin was almost instantly hard.
Jeff's body was suddenly not quite so pliant in Collin's arms. “Oh
hel
lo!” he said, his voice much more alert than it had been a minute ago.
Collin lifted his head and braved that unruly dark hair to trace the outer edge of Jeff's ear with his tongue. “This surprises you?”
“Sex? In this bed? With another person? What's not to be surprised?” Jeff's voice had taken on a strained note, and Collin could feel that his next thrust backward with his bottom was almost against the guy's will.
“It'll be good for us, Jeffy,” Collin murmured. “It'll help us work off some tension, make our nap better….”
“Those are horrible reasons for sex,” Jeff muttered, and to his horror, Collin realized Jeff was pulling away. Jesus—was there anything short of complete emotional honesty that would impress this guy?
“How about I want you,” Collin said candidly. “We just sat in a waiting room to make sure your friends wouldn't have to say goodbye way, way the fuck too soon. Both of us are walking testaments to the fact that sometimes just living here on the planet takes will power and some of the greatest chemical advancements of the twenty-first century. Can't we just make love because we care about each other, and we're alive, and we're happy about that?”
“I
am
happy about that,” Jeff murmured, and to Collin, it sounded like he was in a state of wonder. “I
am
happy about that.” He turned in Collin's arms and surprised Collin by meshing their mouths together in a full-on, brain-seizing, knee-melting, cock-stiffening kiss. Collin spent a minute simply being ravished, enjoying being taken, before he had to assert himself. He rolled Jeff, ridiculous maiden-auntie pajamas and all, under his body in one smooth motion and laid him out, kissing him silly, kissing him until his eyes closed and he simply bucked up against Collin, begging to be touched, begging to be taken.
Collin pulled away and scrunched that pajama top up, unbuttoning the top button and pushing the thing up over Jeff's head, then kissing down his jaw and along his neck and down the front of his chest. He was waxed, and his muscles were taut and defined and still that curious, fair color, in spite of the paint of the tanning bed.
Collin loved it—God, he was so tight and pretty and polished and sweet and delicious, just for Collin to eat whole. He suckled on a nipple, wondering about some amazing skin cream that tasted like mint, and then kissed his way down Jeff's stomach, which was tight with sit-ups but with skin that was so soft and so vulnerable that it quivered by the time Collin was done kissing it. Jeff groaned and knotted his hands in Collin's hair, which was still clean and wet from the shower.
Collin looked up wickedly. “You want that, Jeffy? You want it all?”
Jeff nodded and whimpered. “God, Sparky, yes. I want… I want everything.”
Collin grasped Jeff's cock through his pajamas and gave it a hard, certain squeeze, and Jeff all but thrashed around him, doubling up, clutching Collin's hand to his groin and turning a gasp into a breathless howl.
“You come this soon I'm gonna throttle you!” Collin laughed, and then clambered over Jeff's shuddering body to his end table, where all good boys kept their lubricant.
“Oh. My. God.” Thick, thin, long, short; graduated balls; wide, triangular bases; ginormous realistically skinned and
humongulous
and unrealistically sized; purple, pink, blue, white, clear; stainless steel, hard plastic, polyurethane, glass, and holy God and set that dildo on speed dial, there was even one made out of stone. “Cheese and fucking crackers, Jeff—would you look at this collection?”
“A boy's got to have his…
hooobbbbieesss
….”
Collin looked at him, giddy and exasperated. “Get your hand off, Jeffy.” He reached over and grabbed Jeff's arm, pulling his hand forcibly out of his pants.
“Well hurry up with the glove and the lube, dammit!”
“God, you're a fast starter—do you have a preference?” Collin ruffled through the drawer until he found a box of, praise God, unexpired condoms.
“Yeah, alive and breathing! Get your ass in gear!”
“You talk a good game,” Collin said, still looking at that big ol' drawer full o' sex toys, “but if you're so hard up, why the new condoms?”
Jeff kicked off his pajama bottoms and sat up on his knees, shoving Collin's boxers down as he turned on his knees across from Jeff. “They make clean-up a breeze.” Jeff extended his hand. “Now gimme.”
Collin handed him two condoms, and Jeff took Collin's engorged cock in his hand and then let out sort of a sigh, his urgency melting away as he closed his eyes and stroked.
“You feel so good,” he said with a sigh. “So warm. God, I forgot what that was like, having that in my hand.” He leaned forward and dragged his tongue up the length, around the head, back down again. Collin sucked air through his teeth and clenched Jeff's hair in his hand, giving a little tug up.
“Jeff, you're not the only one who's close, okay? Get a move on!”
Jeff's fingers actually trembled while dragging the thing down, and Collin was squirming in honest-to-Christ agony by the time the condom was in place. Jeff tore the second package open and went to do himself, but Collin took it from him and nuzzled his cheek and the side of his mouth quickly.
“I don't trust you,” he teased truthfully. “You're going to come if I let you touch yourself.” He kept his movements quick and clinical and then finished up by leaning over and taking Jeff's length in his mouth, deep-throating once, from base to tip, and enjoying the strangled, “Nnnnggghhhh!” sound that Jeff made when Collin got to the bottom. Collin could have lingered—and he planned to. He planned on doing this a
lot
in the future, but not right now.
“Now scoot back,” he ordered, and in that moment, Jeff's total compliance didn't surprise him at all. It was, in fact, everything he'd read in Jeff's movements, his hunger, the way he'd responded to Collin's first touch. Jeff wanted to be cared for, and Collin wanted to take care of him. They were perfect.
In the past couple of years, Collin had learned to truly enjoy preparing a lover. He slipped a condom over his finger and dripped lubricant over the poly, then scooted between Jeff's spread knees and placed a hand on Jeff's thigh, stroking as he went.
“You gonna tell me how you like it, Jeffy?” he murmured, and Jeff begged.
“New,” he said, thrusting his hips up, widening his knees, pleading for invasion with every shaking muscle in his body. “Real. You.”
Collin breached him quickly then, taken with urgency, taken with the need not to tease, not to linger. Jeff's entire body shook with a sigh of relief, and Collin tucked another finger in the condom and rubbed again.
Jeff started to gibber.
Collin added another finger, just to make sure he was ready, and when Jeff started pleading, he spread his fingers, stretching, stretching—
“Goddammit, Sparky, get up here and fuck me!”
Collin chuckled and slid—slowly, enjoying the slide of skin—up Jeff's body, until they were face to face. Jeff's fair skin was flushed, his hair was
wild
, and his lips were swollen with kisses and with biting them while Collin was teasing him into a frenzy. God… God, he was beautiful.
“Say my name,” Collin commanded gently, and Jeff closed his eyes and groaned, long, drawn out, desperate.
“Collin… Jesus, Collin, please?”
Collin smiled, ground up into the crease of his thigh, all slick and lubed and everything. “I don't know, Jeffy,” he teased. “I've seen the, uhm, stiff competition. I don't know how I'm going to measure up.”
Jeff's eyes opened then, and he was still desperate and still hot but suddenly very, very serious. “Live,” he said. “Breathe. Be warm. Want me.”
Collin swallowed, for a moment—the first and only moment—very aware of the age difference. Collin had a couple of broken hearts left in him. He could love and lose a time or two and maybe,
maybe
, still come out okay.
Jeff couldn't. Jeff had spent his entire great, generous, soft heart in one gamble. If he loved again, if he threw his everything into it, he had this time and this time only. Collin had better know for fuck sure what he was doing.
“I promise,” he whispered, as deadly serious as Jeff. “I promise. I'll live. I'll be warm. I'll want just you.” And then he dipped his head and kissed Jeff with everything, throwing himself into this gamble with his whole heart, content in his faith to, just this once, concede his fate to the gods. Jeff raised his head and met him, and they kissed tenderly, then frantically. Then Jeff started making those keening groans again, and Collin absolutely had to possess him. He positioned himself and thrust gently, stopping when Jeff's body sprang closed around his shaft.
“
Oh damn
!” he breathed. So tight. So welcoming. Jeff groaned again, and Collin thrust forward and stayed for a moment, breathing hard, while Jeff clenched and relaxed around him. Jeff started to buck, trying to make him thrust, and Collin was too, oh God, too close to tease anymore.
“Please, Collin,” Jeff begged. “Please. Fast and hard. God, baby, I need it so bad.”
Collin pulled back his hips and snapped forward, and again, and again, and again, and Jeff wrapped those long legs around Collin's hips and urged him on, pressing insistent heels against Collin's thighs.
“C'mon, baby,” Jeff started to chant. “C'mon, c'mon, c'mon….”
Collin kept coming on… thrusting, thrusting… it didn't take long. He pushed himself up and reached between them, grabbing Jeff's cock and squeezing, milking him as furiously as he could without being cruel, and Jeff threw his head back against the pillow and simply
allowed. Allowed
Collin to fuck him,
allowed
Collin to stroke him,
allowed
Collin to pleasure him, and that complete, total surrender turned Collin on like nothing else.
Jeff suddenly convulsed, his entire body lost, frenzied, clenching in the throes of climax, and Collin closed his eyes and returned the favor and allowed himself to come.
Collin couldn't stop kissing his face, though, as they came down. He kissed his sweaty forehead and his flushed cheeks, placed little butterfly kisses down his sharply lined jaw and his angular chin. It was when he placed little breathy kisses in the shell of Jeff's ear that Jeff's labored breathing caught up with him, and he started nuzzling back.
Eventually, the two of them stilled, content just to stay quiet and let their breathing return to normal.
Collin stood up and went to get a warm washcloth, and the two of them cleaned up the condoms and themselves, and then he put on his boxers and glared at Jeff, who was trying to fix that ridiculously virginal pajama ensemble.
“Boxers,” he grunted, and Jeff managed a passable sneer.
“Oh, look who's all grown up and issuing orders!”
“I'm not joking, Jeff. You, me, skin to skin. I'll let you wear the pajamas when Martin's here, but when it's just me?”
Jeff sighed at the mention of Martin's name and then wadded up the pajamas and made a passable pitch at the hamper. “They're actually really comfortable,” he groused, and Collin slid into bed to snuggle, just like they'd been doing before all of the lovely sex.
“So am I. How much time do we have before we should wake up and get ready?”
“About four hours.”
Collin sighed happily. He could live on four hours. “Excellent.” He wrapped his arms around Jeff's chest, loving that Jeff's body was still warm from the sexual exertion. “You set the alarm?”
“Yeah, Sparky, I
can
take care of myself, you know.”
“Mmmm….” Collin's nose was buried in the back of Jeff's neck, and he was sweaty and warm and smelled vaguely of mint and something else that should have been manly, but on Jeff was just… just sweet and a little bit sharp. “You know what, Jeffy?”
“What?” Jeff sounded pretty close to sleep himself.
“You are
so
worth the wait.”
Jeff's chuckle was almost inaudible. “So were you, Sparky—and that's saying something.”
Collin didn't have any words for that, so he just concentrated on licking his neck instead, until the both of them were dead to the world.