Scavengers: Collection - Books 1-4 (Zombie Gentlemen) (m/m zombie steampunk erotic romance) (22 page)

“Lord Hurst. I wish you a pleasant evening.”

James answered with the expected courtesy and only replied to Ira once they were out in the night, putting on their gas masks just before they left the building. “Oh, so you think it was fun?”

“Tell me ‘ow it felt?” he insisted in a quiet voice as they walked along a clean street in central London. “That ‘ow ya learned it to be a pleasure?”

“Come on Ira.” James lowered his head. “Caning? It hurt like hell.”

“But ya get hard when I hit ya on that sweet arse of yours!” insisted the other man.

“It all changed with that classmate.” He pushed his hands into his pockets. “I was to help lose a cricket match but I couldn’t bring myself to be so dishonest. So I faced punishment.” His voice was almost a whisper, barely audible from behind the simple mask. He was such a tempting sight, Ira found it truly hard to resist yanking him closer by his soft hair, but he managed to control himself.

“God, tell me!” he muttered, feeling heat rising in his chest.

“He took me to his room and told me to kneel by the bed, with my hands on the mattress.” James licked his lips. “It was not very typical. Usually, these things happen with more than one person.”

Ira looked at him for a long moment, before suddenly turning into a smaller alleyway. “Yea?”

James took a longer glance around, before following him. “I had to pull my pants down.” His voice got raspier. "And he started administering the hits with the flat side of a cricket paddle. I don’t know why but being half naked with this handsome boy in the room got me so excited despite the pain--”

Ira interrupted James, pulling him into a narrow passage, which was half-blocked by a pile of broken chairs and other furniture. He then pushed him face-first into a brick wall. Unable to help himself, he grabbed his lover’s hair in a tight grip and spooned James’ body, hardening already. “God, how was it?” He imagined James’ young, trembling buttocks tensing up in anticipation of the first blow. They were alone in the dark. Even if someone passed the small passage, they wouldn’t see him and James from behind the rubbish.

His lover’s breath also became a bit ragged. He was trembling. “It was so shameful and so good,” he whispered. “He finally stopped at some point and I suppose he watched me, before kneeling down to start hitting my buttocks with an open hand. The slapping was so loud...” James gently pushed back into Ira’s groin. The older man groaned, feeling his muscled buttocks against his own erect cock. He lifted James’ hair and bit into the sensitive skin on the back of his neck, grinding his hips against the rounded backside.

“Did he like ‘ow hard ya were?”

“No... I mean... He didn’t say anything. He just hit my arse, kneeling behind and panting. I couldn’t help it, I started rubbing against the duvet and grinding into his hand.”

A flash of heat went down Ira’s body and he quickly unbuckled James’ belt to yank his trousers down. This man was the most arousing person he had ever met. “Oh, ‘e must have dreamt of fitting his prick into ya!”

“I don’t know. I came so hard I didn’t even know what I was doing. My skin was pulsing with pain but it all melted into pleasure. And he left without a word.” James gulped, looking back nervously. Ira could see the bruises on his fair skin where the rope had been. He caught his lover’s gaze through the darkened lenses and pulled his mask off to press a hungry kiss to this lovely mouth that tasted of expensive wine and James’ own sweet essence. If only he could have been there to witness James’ first spanking. He would have certainly seized the opportunity, as for now, he pulled his own mask up, because the lenses started to mist.

“He chickened out.” Ira smiled at the image in his mind, a younger James’ red backside, trembling, ready for the taking. He nuzzled his nape.

“Ira...” His lover’s whisper was even quieter than before. “How about you just quickly slide it in, huh?” James pleaded; closing his eyes and rocking his hips back once again. Ira could feel the heat of that freshly bathed body. James’ softly spoken words made him light headed and he drew back for just a second to deliver a quick, but very loud smack to his arse.

“Ya want it?” Ira's breath was becoming ragged. He could hardly bear the excitement.

“Oh yes!” James winced with a high-pitched yelp, his body trembling and ready. He hugged the wall as if it was the only thing keeping him from falling. “You wouldn’t chicken out...”

“No, I would take ya virginity even before ya spilled yaself.” Ira slapped his buttocks yet again and bit the soft part of his partner’s ear. He was practically trembling himself. “Drive m’self deep into that red arse!”

The air left James’ lips as he moaned and his breath turned into vapor. “You’d come deep between my aching cheeks, wouldn’t you? All stiff and confident.”

“I luv ya,” blurted out Ira, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing his body into James’ back. His heart hammered so loud it dazed him.

“Oh Ira...” James turned his head for a kiss. He reached back in a frantic search for Ira's cock. He took it out of his lover's fly and gave it a gentle squeeze. There was no other pair of hands in the world that felt like James' did on Ira's cock.

“Y--yes,” he groaned, searching his pockets for a small jar of salve. He quickly shut James’ mouth with a hungry kiss and delved his fingers into the small container, dropping it carelessly to the ground as soon as the digits were slick enough to ease the path for his prick. “I'll give ya what ya want!”

“Do it quickly.” James's hair smelled like heaven, and he was one hot and panting mess, with his trousers by his ankles. The moment was just so beautiful; Ira wasn’t sure how much more he could bear.

Without waiting another second, Ira thrust his slickened cock deep into the welcoming heat of James’ body. It fit him like a glove. He clasped his hand over his lover’s lips to shut him up and thrust even deeper, frantically kissing the exposed jaw line. James was whining quietly through his nose, but with the way he rocked back into Ira's body, there was no question that he enjoyed it. Excited and eager. Just like Ira liked it. He fucked his partner in sharp, hurried thrusts, his body never parting from James’. The quiet sound of skin slapping against skin and two low grunts of pleasure rose in the quiet back alley. Ira buried his face in his lover’s sweet-smelling hair as he rode the rapidly approaching release.

As if it were a race, James beat him to the finish line. Ira didn’t even notice when his lover started to tug at his own prick, but he came fast, biting on Ira’s thick-skinned fingers, to tone down the grunt. The muscles in his anus clenched around Ira’s cock, milking him. The older man moaned in delight, beyond caring if someone heard him, but he forced himself to pull out, his thick fist pumping the cock over and over. He spilled, biting into James’ nape to muffle his own cry. The alley instantly felt cold to their heated skin. It was too intense.

“Oh God... I couldn’t help myself.” James was gasping for air and barely able to hold himself up by the wall, his red arse obscenely bare with traces of salve between the cheeks. It was too dark to see, but Ira knew what a well-fucked backside looked like.

“Yes... I know.” Ira embraced him in a lazy move. He was pleasantly tired. He looked into the wall, deep in thoughts he couldn’t verbalize. A moment after, he drew back to pick up his trousers. James turned around, just as slowly, still breathing heavily. He leaned his back against the wall, looking at Ira from below half-closed eyelids, a dreamy expression on his face. Ira swallowed, feeling strangely vulnerable, now that he revealed his secret like an idiot. He shouldn’t have. James had a lot of advantage over him anyway. Gorgeous, young, rich and affluent.

“Ya all right?” He scooted down to help James with his trousers, his wide smile covering all insecurities.

“I’m better than ever.” James pulled Ira into a hug as soon as he got up from tugging James' trousers up and closing them. Relaxed and still tender, James leaned in for a slow kiss. Ira groaned into his lips, pulling him close and darting a look towards the opening of the alley, just in case someone saw them. They were alone.

“Ya didn’t want to miss the play.”

“We’ll catch the last one.” James wrapped his arms around Ira’s neck. “The play right here was quite impressive too.” He nuzzled Ira’s cheek, looking as dashing as ever with a few strands of hair out of place and flushed cheeks.

Ira exhaled, looking him straight in the eyes, mesmerized by the other man’s beauty, so clear even in the dark. He would never choose to let him go. “Thanks to ya.”

“It’s not me who dragged us into this god-forsaken alley!” James looked around before giving him another kiss. “God you really know how to give it to me,” he added, and it sometimes still shocked Ira that such filth could leave those precious lips. They stood there for a moment, Ira enjoying his partner’s smell.

“Ya make me mad.”

James leaned in to his ear, his whole body melting into Ira's. “I love you too. You changed my life,” he whispered as if saying it louder could break those precious words.

Ira swallowed hard, drawing back just a little to look into the other man’s eyes. His knees were like jelly. “Sorry, could ‘ave chosen a better moment.”

“There couldn’t be a better moment than spanking in some back alley!” James kissed him on the cheek. Even the way he touched Ira’s chest with his fingers was full of affection. He wasn’t lying about being in love.

“Yea? Took ya for the sunset type o’chap.” He was playing with his lover’s soft hair. He felt so... happy. And like a big old sap, but for some reason, it didn’t bother him one bit.

“Is that what a big bad sailor is looking for?”

“Am I big n’bad?” Ira pulled him away from the wall to slowly lead him back to the larger alley. James put his gas mask back on, but Ira had other plans.

“You can be.” James lowered his gaze.

“And ya like that, boy?” Ira dared one more kiss on top of the leather, before they made a turn towards the theatre. They had to be mad to lose control in the way they did.

“It’s hard to say ‘no’ to a man like that.” He slowly moved away, so as not to walk too closely together. “And you know I don’t like to say ‘no’.” James kept looking around, but sounded cheerful.

“Were ya always like that?” asked Ira, as they walked along a small private park.

“L—like what?” James stuttered, looking up at Ira, his eyes dead serious behind the goggles. He was awarded with a warm smile.

“Likin’ to be outta control.”

They were approaching the noisiest parts of the district. “I don’t know. I guess I was always a very responsible young man.”

“‘ow did ya remain a virgin that long?” Ira lit his pipe as they strolled onto the city’s newest, bridge, which was supported by two large towers decorated with massive metallic wings that shone beautifully in daylight.

“I... I never thought of actually fulfilling those
 needs.”

“And those pictures of yours. No one tried it with ya when ya bought them?” Ira was content breathing in the sweet smoke from his pipe. He never thought he would enjoy someone’s company as much. James was incredible: so full of passion, yet innocent. He truly couldn’t understand how he remained untouched for so long. If Ira had met him earlier... well, James wouldn’t have remained chaste. With that shiny hair, beautiful cheekbones and shoulders so wide despite his lean silhouette, James was a treat to the eyes.

“Oh no! I did not ‘buy’ them! It was the summer after I had finished Eton that my uncle died and my father decided to pass on his old office to me. I found them while rummaging through. It was only then that I discovered what men could actually do with each other.”

“Oh.” Ira almost stopped in his tracks. “Interestin’. Was he ‘andsome?” he asked with a wide grin when they passed a stall that sold fried fish. The smell of burnt oil filled the air, making Ira enjoy his strong tobacco even more.

“Is that all you have to ask? I don’t know.” James shrugged. “Maybe when he was younger?”

“So he wasn’t?” Ira touched his back for a brief moment, drinking in the sounds coming out of those luscious lips that declared love for him just minutes ago.

“Is there any reason whatsoever that you need to know this?” James raised his eyebrows.

“Curiosity, and he probably did somethin’ about this need.”

“I try not to venture there in my mind.” James looked up at Ira with clear disapproval.

Ira let out a loud laugh, and shook his head in amusement. “Why? Ya denyin’ ‘im ‘appiness?”

“No!” James broke into a laugh and hit his arm with a fist. “I just don’t want to think of my uncle giving in to pleasures of the flesh!”

“Well, ya doin’ it yaself! And ‘ow exactly did ya plan on not givin’ in? Not doin’ anythin’ about it?” Ira lifted his eyebrows in curiosity. He just couldn’t imagine someone as passionate as James remaining celibate for the rest of his life.

“I... yes. I suppose that was the plan.” He chuckled nervously. “You wouldn’t even know if it wasn’t for the pictures falling out.”

Ira exhaled, feeling like confessing a secret. “Ya know I wouldn’t agree to go with ya on the trip if ya weren’t so damn gorgeous?”

“Oh... I-- really?” James looked up at him, hilariously astonished. “But, I had a good plan. And you couldn’t really know of my inclinations back then.”

“Y'adorable!” Ira burst out laughing and shook his head in amazement. “Guess I’m no different from them boys who take a risk just for a pretty girl to smile at ‘em.”