Taking In Strays (26 page)

Burton eyes looked damp as he turned away gruffly. “Sell some books and don’t get lemonade on anything.”

“Slow down,” Peter murmured into Donny’s neck as Donny tried to back him up into the bed.  Peter was licking and kissing along Donny’s neck, following the curve until he was under his chin and then nuzzling along sensitive skin.

“How can I slow down when you do things like that?” Donny complained. His hands were busy unbuttoning Peter’s shirt and pushing it back over broad shoulders. He marveled at the huge expanse of muscled torso laid out like a banquet before him.

Once they had reached Peter’s apartment, at the end of the day, they both wondered how they had managed not slipping away from the street fair and taking advantage of Donny’s room above the book store. Hot looks and under the table hotter touches had kept them both in a constant state of half hard discomfort.

“We waited this long,” Peter reminded him, “I want to savor every moment, now. I want this to be the best night of my life… of your life. We’ll remember it and-”

“Get hard even in our nineties?” Donny chuckled.

“Yeah,” Peter replied and he was serious.

“Then we need to make this our wedding night, right?” Donny said, growing serious as well. “Peter Parker, I take you, in sickness and in health, as long as I live.”

“Donny Kirkpatrick,” Peter replied, hand cupping Donny’s face gently. “I take you, in sickness and in health, as long as I live.” They met each other’s eyes for a long intense moment, both of them feeling a welling up of powerful emotions and then Peter asked huskily. “Can I kiss the groom?”

“You may kiss and fuck the groom, actually,” Donny returned as he loosened Peter’s belt and then zipped down the man’s pants.

“Then I now pronounce us, husband and husband,” Peter intoned, and then lost all seriousness as he thrust down his pants and stepped out of them. His erection was every bit as impressive as Donny had imagined. “Time for our wedding night.”

Donny took hold of it and hefted it in his hand. “Is this my wedding gift?”

“The first of many,” Peter replied on a groan as Donny stroked him firmly.

Donny didn’t have to ask himself if he was sure, or wonder if Peter would feel disappointment, as he let go and allowed Peter to undress him. They had spent a great deal of time with each other. Peter had made it clear that he found Donny very sexy, and that his slim build wasn’t something he compared against his larger body. As Peter’s big hands caressed Donny and then gently cupped Donny’s balls and stroked his smaller cock, there was excitement and lust in Peter’s expression. There was also a bit of reverence at finally being allowed to touch Donny’s most intimate places.

Peter bit his lower lip and confessed, “I don’t think I’m going to last long.”

Donny looked down at Peter’s stroking hand and admitted. “Me, either. Why don’t we get off fast and then go slow?”

Peter nodded, but was unprepared for Donny to go to his knees, stroke Peter’s large cock, and then open his mouth wide to take it in deep. Donny stroked himself while he sucked, feeling a deep erotic excitement to finally taste Peter. It wasn’t like any other sexual encounter. There was the need and the deep seated lust to have another man, but this cock in his mouth was cherished, was the taste of the man he loved sliding on his tongue; salty, musky, and all Peter. He made love to it and finally understood the term. He wanted Peter to enjoy it thoroughly, above any need of his own.

Peter’s legs trembled with his pleasure and his hands sank into Donny’s spiked hair, not hurting, but full of passion and almost stroking. He came explosively, filling Donny’s mouth to the point where he choked a little and some dribbled down his chin. Peter raised Donny up then and kissed him, opening Donny’s mouth wide with his own and tasting himself on Donny’s tongue.

Peter took him to the bed and stretched him out. The man sucked him down, then and worked him with the expertise of a fifty dollar whore. Donny was shocked, every nerve overloaded and every mental synapse became centered on his cock. He hooked a leg over Peter’s big shoulders, thrusting helplessly into that tight sheathe of Peter’s lips with his rasping, talented, wonderful tongue. When he came the man sucked him hard, taking every drop and swallowing it.

Completely drained, eyes unwilling to focus, Donny had the fleeting thought,
lovers left you? Were they insane?
He kept it wisely behind his teeth, though, remembering that those lovers had considered Peter boring and too dedicated to his job. They had not been able to withstand the emotional pressure of wondering when Peter’s job was going to end up becoming fatal.

Donny and Peter had talked about their lives a great deal, neither of them wanting to sugar coat potential relationship ending faults. While Peter might work all hours and put himself in danger, Donny’s faults were far seedier. The fact that some of his less savory hookups might appear to remind him of his past, or the press, or political enemies, might once again try to make him front page news to hurt his father, was a real possibility. They both had to discover if their love was strong enough to weather their faults. For both of them the answer had been, yes.

“All right?” Peter finally asked nervously.

“If you were any more all right, I would have had a heart attack,” Donny replied as Peter moved to lie beside him, face to face. “I hope your neighbor doesn’t mind noise. I’m probably going to make a lot of it.”

Peter gave a chuckle that was deep and sexy. It made Donny’s cock start twitching back to life. Peter helped it along by stroking. The man’s own erection was draped over Donny’s thigh and it was a heavy weight.

Peter whispered into Donny’s ear, “Top or bottom?”

Donny had already been thinking about his answer. “Bottom,” he replied eagerly. Then, not wanting to ruin the moment, he asked, “Are we still going slow?”

Peter looked almost guilty as he replied, “The moment you said bottom, going slow stopped being an option.”

Donny pressed himself against Peter, their hard erections rubbing together. “We’ll take it slow… later.”

“Sounds good,” Peter replied as he reached for lube and condoms from a side table. As he began rolling the condom on quickly, smiling lovingly at Donny, Donny began to have some misgivings.

“This is strange.” When Peter looked upset, Donny went on quickly, “I don’t mean it in a bad way, just that you seem… experienced. I always considered you naïve, a man who hasn’t had many partners. In fact, you’re better than I am at this.”

Peter looked troubled. “I did care about the men in my other relationships. Not as much as you, of course, but I did want to please them.”

Donny sighed and kissed Pater’s collar bone, “And I never cared about that. I just wanted to get off. Can you teach me some of your… technique?” He felt embarrassed, but determined. “I want to please you.”

“Of course,” Peter promised as his fingers dipped down the crack of Donny’s ass and began teasing him there. When Donny tensed, expecting the usual rough handling, Peter told him firmly, “The first thing you need to learn is that this isn’t supposed to hurt.”

That simple statement almost caused Donny to weep. He throttled it back, swallowing hard. He didn’t want to ruin their first night together with the memory of cheap uncaring hookups, and the many ways he had practiced self punishment through them. This was love, he told himself. It was all about love.

When Peter rolled him onto his stomach and then lifted him until he was on his knees, Donny felt relieved.

Peter seemed to understand. He said gently, “I know I’m big…”

“Bragging, are we?” Donny snickered nervously.

“A little at a time,” Peter continued, as his slicked fingers went in and out of Donny, loosening him up carefully. They were almost enough to make Donny shoot his load again, but he was determined to wait until Peter was deep inside of him.

Donny relaxed his upper body on a pillow, his head bowed in expectation. He could smell Peter’s scent on the pillow and he breathed it in, loving it, knowing that each morning now he was going to wake up to that scent beside him in this bed. Or, maybe, it would be in another bed? Not Burton’s upstairs bedroom, but somewhere closer to the community that he had adopted? It would mean a longer commute for Peter, but-

“So glad that I could keep your attention…” Peter said ruefully as his free hand stroked Donny’s flagging cock.

“Sorry,” Donny said in embarrassment. “It’s our wedding night. I started thinking about the rest of our life.”

Peter suddenly sucked on Donny’s cock while his fingers worked inside of him, causing Donny to become hard again and gasp at the erotic feel of it. He forgot about future plans and gave a tentative thrust back on the two thick fingers buried in him. They went in and out easily, tingling along his nerves.

That was enough for Peter. He was up then and covering Donny with his body. His nuzzled Donny’s ear, licked behind it, and then bowed his body to give room for his hand to place his cock head at Donny’s entrance.

It was a slow process, a wide stretching and filling as Peter worked his way into Donny’s body. His cock pressed through barriers as Peter groaned in pleasure and used an iron will not to thrust down deep all at once. When he was finally seated fully, his sack a large weight against Donny, only then did he test and make a shallow thrust in and out.

Donny gasped at the pleasure of it and then couldn’t go slow any longer. He took control, thrusting back and forth on Peter’s big cock and ignoring the man’s anxious hands and soft entireties to be careful. There wasn’t any pain, only a satisfying, erotic coming together of bodies and minds that were in love.

Donny had a mind blowing orgasm as he came again, splattering the sheets. Peter was turning him, then, curling him up and spreading his legs wide as he pushed in again, riding Donny to his own completion. He cried out, emptying himself in shallow thrusts, and then rolled and collapsed sideways so as not to crush Donny under his weight.

They both lay and gasped for air, arms twined together, holding on as if afraid that they might break apart riding the intense sensations.

‘That was… amazing,” Donny breathed.

“Best ever,” Peter agreed, unable to articulate anything else.

Wrapping each other in a tight embrace, their determination to make it last ended as they both fell asleep.

Donny awoke to sunlight coming through a window. He blinked against it, feeling sore in a very personal space and wondered why weights were holding him down to a bed. When he turned his head and saw Peter still wrapped around him, he grinned, even though he felt some disappointment that they had slept through the rest of the night.

A cell phone rang. Donny frowned, wanting to ignore it and wake Peter up to make up for lost time. Peter was a police officer, though, and highly attuned to being
on call
. The man grumbled, reached over the side table, frowned when he didn’t find his phone, and then flopped his big body forward to make the bed bounce.

Donny was treated to the sight of Peter’s big legs and the soles of his feet as the man hung off the end of the bed and found his cell in Donny’s pants pocket. Donny heard a mumbled, “Dan?”

Donny felt suddenly irritated. If that man was going to ruin their wedding night-

“Hm, yeah, everything is all right,” Peter said more clearly. “Yes, it is working out. Yes, we are very much in love. Hm? Well, eventually, of course. Probably live near that little community where he works. Nice place and he does a lot of good work there. Yeah, it’s a drive to work, but that’s okay. I’m happy, he’s happy, you should be happy. You are? Good. I have a wedding night and a honeymoon to get back to, if you don’t mind? Later.”

Peter dropped the phone back onto the floor and then crawled back up to Donny, who was smiling even though he had tears in his eyes. Peter became concerned. “What’s wrong? You aren’t hurting, are you? I swear, I never meant to-“

Donny put fingers on the man’s lips. He knew they smelled like sex. Peter kissed them, but his eyes were still concerned. “Just… You,” Donny told him, trying to put it into words. “I’m a stray cat and you gave me a home. It’s for real. You love me.”

“Believe in it,” Peter told him. “This is for the rest of our lives.”

Peter kissed him then, deeply and hungrily, and Donny forgot about houses, brother in laws, and how events had transpired to bring him and Peter together. If his father hadn’t tossed him out, he might never have met Peter, even if he had become part of the mansion security detail. Donny had needed to grow. He had needed to realize what kind of man he really wanted to be, before he could see the love a man like Peter could give him.

“I believe it,” Donny told him and he would believe it for the rest of their lives.

End