Stung: Winter Special (3 page)

Crunch couldn’t
fight back the grin blooming on his lips. “Ya know I am. Still a
‘mister’ though, huh?” He managed to kick off his trousers, at last
naked and free. He couldn’t miss the way Victor’s gaze dropped to
the newly revealed skin.

“Of course. You
haven’t lost your privileges.” Those large brown eyes trailed back
up to meet his.

“I rose up in
the ranks, ya know?” Crunch grabbed Victor’s wrists and pulled him
closer. Bragging wasn’t beneath him when there was a pretty young
man to impress.

Victor clung to
him with a sunny smile. “Oh, did you? What is my man doing now
then?” he asked, touching the ring that Crunch was still wearing
around his neck.

My man.
Crunch knew it was meant as a joke, but it still set his insides
aflutter. “I’m in charge of other men. I train them what the best
ways for killing ar... or maybe it’s not the best topic for the
sack.”

Victor burst
out laughing, letting the ring dangle over Crunch’s breastbone, and
brushed his fingers down to tease a nipple. “Mr Crunch is so
important. What else do you teach them?” he asked with a
mischievous glint in his eyes.

Crunch bit his
lip, slowly stroking down Victor’s arms. “Ah, this n’ that...”

He watched
those perfect eyebrows raise in challenge. “Oh?” Victor pinched his
nipple.

“What can I
say?” Crunch laughed and slowly traced a thumb over his lover’s
jawline. “Not everyone’s got talent for cocksucking.” He remembered
that Victor enjoyed to do that a lot, and judging from the way he
used his exquisite mouth, he had had lots of practice.

“Maybe we
should offer them a demonstration sometime?” Victor kept his face
innocent even as he ducked his head to trace Crunch’s nipple with
his warm tongue.

“Oh, yeah? Ya
wanna be a guest tutor?” Crunch relaxed on the pillows, already
dreaming of those hot, slippery lips on his cock. The fantasy
spread through his mind as they moved south, leaving a trail of
wet, open mouthed kisses down Crunch’s chest and stomach. Each
touch sent a tiny spark of pleasure straight to where Victor was
heading.

“Only if you
explain to them what I do. My mouth will be too busy to speak.”

“Yeah, ya just
’ave to show me all those special tricks today, so I can be sure
they’re trained well.” Crunch smiled and supported himself on his
elbows to see more of Victor’s lovely face.

“What do you
mean by ‘tricks’? It’s all instinct, Mr Crunch,” Victor said,
curling his fingers around Crunch’s half-hard prick with a soft
squeeze. “Instinct and the love of cock.”

“Oh, is it?
Kiss it then, if ya love it so...” He gasped, raising his hips a
little. Victor’s confidence in bed was more than arousing.

“I love it.”
Victor gave him the sweetest smile before bowing down to kiss the
tip of Crunch’s cock with a wet, suckling sound. He kept his eyes
on Crunch, as if he needed to witness his reaction.

“Ya wouldn’t
know how I missed that...” Their gazes locked, and Crunch grinned
at his own idea. “I know what I want.”

“Hnn?” Victor
squeezed Crunch’s cock and pulled his hand up its length, gathering
the foreskin at the tip. He slipped his tongue through the opening
on top, gently circling the head.

Crunch gripped
the sheets in an effort to control his hips. “I wanna show ya what
tricks I know.” Though he wasn’t sure he could match Victor’s
skills, his mere touch on Crunch’s cock sent Crunch’s mind into
chaos.

Victor’s face
broke into a grin. “I’m all ears.”

“Come on then!”
Crunch laughed and pulled him up, stretching him over the covers
before diving towards the footboard so that they ended up laying
beside one another, but facing opposite ways. Exactly how Crunch
wanted it. Give and take at once. He leaned in to kiss the tip of
Victor’s curved up penis and felt his lover pulling closer so that
their skin touched.

“This I like
very much, mister Crunch,” Victor breathed, blowing hot air all
over Crunch’s crotch. He slid one of his hands between Crunch’s
thighs, gently cupping his scrotum and pressing the tips of his
fingers into the tender flesh behind it. That was enough to press a
soft moan out of Crunch’s mouth. He didn’t want to seem ungrateful,
so he sucked down on Victor’s hot, hard cockhead and wrapped an arm
over his lover’s waist to pull him closer. Crunch wasn’t often the
one doing the sucking, especially not in the comfort of the
position they were in now, but there was something about Victor
that made him want to be tender and give him all the pleasure he
could.

With a
delighted groan, Victor pulled his top leg up, hooking it over
Crunch’s side to force him even closer. Crunch couldn’t think of
many things better than being encased in the heat of Victor’s
thighs. They were strong and lean, wrapped by the softest skin
Crunch had ever felt on a man and for a moment, he thought he
wouldn’t mind being
crunched
by those shapely legs.

Victor’s
naturally salty scent filled Crunch’s nostrils when he took the
stiff cock deeper, dark curls tickling the tip of his nose. He
couldn’t help but push his hips forward, needy for the attention of
Victor’s lips. It was hard to believe that after all those lonely
months in the cold forests, in grubby conditions, he was back with
Victor, grabbing his fleshy thighs and sucking on his hot cock in
the softness of a clean bed. It was the most soothing thing he
could have wished for.

Victor hummed,
trailing little, suckling kisses down Crunch’s cock before settling
his attention on the twin balls below. “Best idea any man has ever
had,” he whispered against Crunch’s nut before gently sucking it
into his mouth.

Crunch was glad
Victor didn’t mind the much less sophisticated cocksucking Crunch
was serving up. He couldn’t help himself though, greedy to take in
as much as he could, lick around the crown and then lean back in
for another round of sucking. He loved how that throbbing flesh
pulsed with life on his tongue, engorged and heavy.

Victor curled
around him, slowly jerking Crunch’s cock with his hand as he
released the wet ball sack out into the chilling air. He then
crooked his head to close that luscious mouth over the side of
Crunch’s prick. As he moved it up the length, towards the
hypersensitive tip, Crunch felt his whole body tensing in
apprehension, but all he got was a chaste, slow brush of lips. It
was as if Victor was Frenchkissing his dick.

He sighed and
fell back on the velvety soft sheets. “This won’t do. Come ’ere,
sweet lips,” Crunch pulled Victor back up, too eager to kiss him
again.

Those big brown
eyes looked up at him from behind his cock, one eyebrow crooking
up. “Why? You want to be inside me?” whispered Victor, starting a
slow, languid climb up Crunch’s body. His lean muscles tensed with
each move.

All the hair on
Crunch’s body bristled. He’d only dreamed about being in Victor
every day since they parted. Of course he wanted that. “Yes,” he
rasped, and his body reacted on its own accord, fingers running up
Victor’s forearms, tracing every goosebump.

“I want that
too,” whispered those sweet, succulent lips as they trailed up
Crunch’s torso. Victor’s body was cradling itself in Crunch’s arms,
and it fit perfectly as he slid his hands to both sides of Crunch’s
face, cupping it in a loving embrace. Heat overcame their bodies,
rolling through them as they clung to one another in the
sheets.

“Did ya imagine
my spunk when ya laid in bed at night tossing off?” Crunch groaned
and slid his hands all the way to Victor’s meaty buttocks. He
squeezed them, already imagining the pink pucker between the fleshy
mounds. That one time in the grassy ditch was like a trigger for an
addiction, and he wanted to sink inside once again.

Victor sighed,
suckling on Crunch’s bottom lip and rocking his hard cock against
him like an impatient boy. “I was remembering its smell every
night. Hope I can taste it for real today.”

“All ya want,”
Crunch rasped and rolled Victor over to his back in one swift push.
“But first I get to slide it in that luvly hole. Is it as tight as
I remember?” Crunch grinned and lay on top of Victor, trapping him
in the cage of his own body. Each quick beat of Victor’s heart was
prominent against Crunch’s. It was such a treat to see him smile.
He had never smiled like that back in Honeyhill: relaxed,
unashamed, without even a trace of fear lingering in the corners of
his eyes.

“I sure hope
so. Do you want to see for yourself?” asked Victor, reaching back
to a shelf at the headboard. There were a few items there, but
Crunch’s eyes focused on a small vial.

“The hell I
do!” Crunch smiled back and pulled one of Victor’s legs over his
shoulders. Being here, still so accepted and wanted, was all he
needed after months in a forest swarming with animated
cadavers.

Victor chuckled
and handed him the vial, letting his touch linger as if he really
couldn’t stop himself from touching Crunch. His warm thighs were
heavenly soft, but not too smooth, with fine hair gently tickling
the skin.

Crunch licked
his lips and covered his fingers in the oil from the vial in no
time, eager to have his cock where it belonged. But he couldn’t be
too brash after all. He slid a finger against Victor’s anus and
gently rubbed the tender skin. His cock twitched as if to remind
Crunch what it wanted.

“So fuckin’
tight,” Crunch rasped when he slid in his thumb, never looking away
from Victor’s flushed face. That plump mouth fell open, but a
choked sound at the back of Victor’s throat was all that came out.
Warm hands cupped the side of Crunch’s face, gently kneading his
cheeks and jaw, pulling him closer for another kiss just as he
crooked his thumb where the smooth muscle of Victor’s sphincter
turned into warm softness. The boy stirred in his arms, nipping at
his lip.

“That all? I
want a moan,” Crunch whispered into the kiss and pushed his thumb
in up to the knuckle. He wanted Victor panting, moaning, and
satisfied. Nothing less would do.

Victor pulled
him in for a bruising kiss, his free leg snaking around Crunch’s
hips. “You make me so breathless.”

“How about
now?” Crunch pulled out his thumb, only to slide two thick fingers
in right after. Oh, how he’d longed to do that.

The flesh gave
in, but the body beneath Crunch trembled and arched. This time, he
got a moan. He grinned in return and pushed the fingers in farther,
lost in the need to satisfy his lusty kitten. Watching Victor’s
face in the meanwhile was already half the fun, well worth letting
his own cock wait for attention. The heat between their bodies was
slowly becoming unbearable, with Victor clinging to him, rubbing
their bodies together. There was no resistance whatsoever, they
were safe and warm. It was clear that beautiful boy had never
forgotten him.

“Want you,”
whispered Victor, suddenly pushing his hand between the tight fit
of their bodies. His slim fingers curled around Crunch’s cock.

“Oh fuck.” It
was Crunch’s time to moan. He pulled out his fingers, already tense
with the need to bury himself in Victor. In his heat, his smell,
his smooth lips.

Victor nuzzled
the side of his face with a low chuckle, pulling on the cock.
“Slowly. Open me up.”

“I’d never hurt
ya,” whispered Crunch. He had to take a deep breath to not get
choked up. He never dreamed of having a connection like this with
another human being. “Ya want to oil me up?” Crunch pulled Victor’s
other leg over his hip and gave him a kiss.

“I know you
wouldn’t.” Victor’s face melted into a gentle smile, and he reached
for the vial, looking straight into Crunch’s eyes. “I trust
you.”

Fucking with
other men was nothing like what he shared with Victor. There was a
strange tenderness to their closeness that Crunch hadn’t even
noticed developing. Then the hand was back on his dick, slicking it
up with oil, slippery and sweet, much like Victor’s mouth. It
pulled on his cock, leading it closer to where Victor wanted it.
His heartbeat was furious against Crunch’s chest.

Crunch put
Victor’s other leg on his arm as well, barely breathing when he
took in the sight before him. Victor’s chest heaving, the little
moles on his skin seemingly dancing. Crunch bowed down to lick at
one hard, puckered nipple. “Slide it against yar hole…”

Victor moaned,
and it almost looked like his lips gave an involuntary twitch. The
slim thumb circled the sensitive head of Crunch’s cock, but with
another gentle pull, flesh touched flesh. The sensation was too
exquisite, with Victor gently moving the cock up and down, sliding
it against the soft, puckered skin at the entrance of his anus.

“Oh, God, this
is the most sinful thing I’ve ever seen,” Crunch said and slowly
pushed his hips forward, demanding entry as he slid his hand to
Victor’s throbbing dick.

Victor’s eyes
twinkled from behind the thick curtain of eyelashes. “Is it? Am I
not heavenly? How can you say such things, Mr Crunch?” he muttered
breathlessly.

“Nah, yar a
devil, but I’ll let ya take me.” Crunch kissed Victor’s soft lips
and pushed his cockhead against the slick opening just as he
squeezed Victor’s prick.

“Cruel words
from a cruel man,” teased Victor, though his voice shook as his
body gave in, letting Crunch enter.

“Always.”
Crunch snorted and gave Victor a brash kiss before pushing in,
sliding his cock into that hot tightness in one smooth move. It
really was heaven. A beautiful boy letting him do all sorts of
despicable things on a soft bed with cotton sheets and velvet
drapes.

Victor moaned
and frantically brushed his hand over the sheets, only to drape it
over Crunch’s nape. “Always what?” There was confusion in those
brown eyes as they glazed over with pleasure.