The Carnivorous Vegan (2 page)

"Mate, you're really handsome. You do know that, right?" Aiden smiled and dared to poke Pavel's chest with a carrot. The guard bit his lip, his nostrils fluttering in warning, but this time, being slammed against the steel wall of the supermarket wasn't all that unnerving. Pavel pressed close, sliding his warm hands around Aiden's neck to cup his jaw. His unstable breath tickled Aiden's skin as he gently rested their foreheads together. In under a second, Aiden leaned over to seal the deal with a kiss. Now
this
was what he called freeganism; it looked like he was getting a
free
fuck tonight. And maybe a bonus ride home after? Who knew?

All rational thought evaporated when he wrapped his arms around Pavel's neck. He closed his eyes to focus on the other man's smell, his hot lips, eager tongue, and strong body pressing into him.
Who's the bigger predator now?

Pavel groaned, rolling his hips against him. His fingers settled for a gentle massage, pressing into Aiden's sensitive flesh, caressing his nape and scalp.

The awkward attempt at putting down his bag of veggies, ended up in Aiden dropping it once more, but he couldn't care less. There were loads left in the bin. The kiss became a fight for power. It was heated and forceful, as if they both attempted to eat each other alive. Aiden did manage to get an upper hand—or tongue—when he caressed Pavel's palate with rhythmical strokes. Back and forth, hot and slippery. Just the way he wanted to fuck.

Pavel moaned, bucking against him with a slight tremble. "Oh, you can have it." He grabbed Aiden's hand and pulled it down, pressing it to his crotch.

These words were enough to send a shiver down to Aiden's cock, and he didn't want to wait any longer. He dropped to his knees and started unbuckling Pavel's belt, kissing his hardening dick through the trousers as soon as he could reach it. It was always so exciting to get to know a new cock, compare it to others, smell it, lick it. Cut or uncut? Pubes trimmed or bushy? He preferred unshaved, but he could cope with baby-smooth balls if he liked the guy enough. He spared a second to look up at Pavel's face.

With his hands flat on the wall, he was caging Aiden with his bulky form. Eyes wide, he looked straight down with a frown. He began shifting impatiently, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "Get it out."

Aiden's breath became raspy, and he pulled both Pavel's trousers and briefs down to his thighs in one swift move. He couldn't wait to have his tongue all over that...
Well, hello there!

It was thick and not too large, completed by a heavy sack that was just begging to be cupped. Down here, Pavel smelled much better than his rich cologne. Dark, musky, and warm, just how his skin felt to Aiden's questing fingers. The cock rose from a trimmed lawn of dark curls and hardened with every touch.

"Sublime," Aiden complimented, caressing the head before gently pulling back the foreskin. He smiled when the stiffening flesh twitched in his grasp.

"There's a condom in my pants," gasped Pavel, reaching down to pet Aiden's head.

Aiden looked down, baffled for a fraction of a second, but then realised Pavel had to mean 'trousers'.
Damn those language variations.
"No need for that," he murmured and kissed the largest vein on the underside of Pavel's cock. "I want a free flow of energy between us."

Pavel let out a whine, his thighs flexing with the strain of holding back. "What?"

Aiden shook his head. Did he really have to explain this while on his knees? "A life force, Pavel. An exchange of energy that always happens between two lovers, two human beings
connecting
."

The guard groaned, tightening his grip on Aiden's dreadlocks and pulling him closer. "Shouldn't have asked."

Aiden just smiled, his eyes drooping shut as he closed his mouth around the smooth cockhead. He loved the taste of
man
and wouldn't in a million years swap it for the fake, chemical taste of rubber if he could avoid it. Slowly moving his lips along the thick shaft, he slid his hands to Pavel's stomach. Firm. Nice.

The hand on his head was gently kneading his dreadlocks. Aiden smiled around the cock to the soundtrack of appreciative grunts from above. He pushed forward and sucked down hard, stroking over the tight muscles of Pavel's stomach. The guard pushed into Aiden, forcing him to lean against the wall. He covered one of Aiden's hands with his and led it down to his scrotum with a soft gasp. Aiden complied and played with Pavel's balls, rolling them in his hand while working his finger tip just behind the testicles. He moaned on the cock, stroking from stomach to the side of Pavel's body with his other hand.

"Fuck." Pavel dropped any attempts at an English accent—only now did Aiden realize Pavel was trying his best not to sound too foreign—which made him sound even sharper and deeper. "What's your name again?" Pavel muttered, gently rocking his hips against him.

Aiden backed out against the wall and looked up, his hand never leaving Pavel's balls. They were always so soft in comparison to a rock hard cock. "Aiden," he said and went straight back to sucking.

"Shit, you good," Pavel chuckled, stroking his head and face in the rhythm of Aiden's suction. A smile ghosted across Pavel's lips as he forced his eyes open to look down. Aiden locked their gazes as he carefully took the stiff cock all the way to the root. With one hand still massaging Pavel's balls, parting the sac with his fingers, he slid the other one to Pavel's back and down, all the way to his ass. It was firm, not too hairy and when he brushed his fingers along the crack, the hot length of Pavel's cock twinged against his tongue, the head sliding across the ridge of his throat. Aiden maintained eye contact, only slightly upset he couldn't smile at Pavel as he slid a finger between Pavel's buttocks. God, did he want to see this guy on all fours, with his back muscles bulging with the strain of pleasure, Aiden's cock pistoning in and out of that undoubtedly tight ass. Aiden was a firm believer that vegetarians and vegans had better stamina than meat-eaters, though he never had enough patience to actually use a stopper on a representative group of males.

A crackling sound made him pull back with a startled gasp. It was far too close for comfort.

"Pavel, where are you?" spoke a machine-like voice, followed by another crack.

The guard let out a pained groan and with another sad look at Aiden and his own, very unsatisfied cock, he reached for his walkie-talkie. "I'm here."

Aiden plopped onto the pavement and looked up at the guy with a scowl.
Really? Seriously?

Pavel sighed and reached out to pet the top of his head as the receiver cracked out an answer.

"Where's 'here'? I need to give you the second set of keys, and I can't find you anywhere in the store."

Pavel bit his lip, quickly pulling his trousers up. "I was patrolling the back. I'll be right there."

"No need, I'm coming."

Aiden's eyes widened, and he shot up to his feet, with lips tightly pressed together. He wanted to ask what he was supposed to do, but he couldn't know if the bloody mic wasn't still on.

Pavel buttoned up his trousers and gave him a sour look. "You need to hide." And with that, he grabbed Aiden's arm and pulled him towards a huge, orange container with three separate lids. "Get in."

Aiden whimpered like a beaten puppy, but since the sign on the bin stated 'Paper only', he supposed it would do. "Okay, okay!"

Pavel didn't waste time on apologies. He threw the first lid back against the wall and entwined his fingers together to help Aiden get into the bin. "Quick."

Aiden moaned but didn't hesitate, using Pavel's hand as a step stool. He tried to keep some dignity, but fell face forward onto the cardboard boxes and before he knew it, the lid was slammed behind him, leaving him in complete darkness. At least it didn't smell foul. Plus, he was all for recycling.

Aiden rubbed his painfully stiff cock against a folded box with a soft groan. He could only hope Pavel would be back, complete with that perky ass and gorgeous cock. Even remembering its salty aroma made Aiden drool. Sadly, he couldn't hear a thing.

Sitting in complete silence and darkness gave him a moment to contemplate his position. The cardboard wasn't so bad. Maybe a bit dusty, but soft. He could see the appeal it had to homeless people. And since he wanted a date with Pavel's ass, maybe this would be a good place to stay. Only quarter filled, enough space to sit without hitting your head. Without much more thought, he took off his shirt and leaned back into a bigger pile of thick paper, squeezing his crotch absent-mindedly. Oh, yeah, he could pull those trousers down and have Pavel part his cheeks wide. He would plough that hole with his tongue and then his cock, watching the guard's buttocks jumping with each thrust.

The lid opened, revealing Pavel's frowning face, and Aiden gave him a surprised look, lifting himself on his elbows.
Why the frown?
Was he not pleasing enough, laying there, already half undressed?

Pavel's eyes kept darting to his open fly, despite his obvious efforts to keep them on Aiden's face. "Ah, he's gone. You may come out."

"How about you come in? And I come. In." He grinned up at Pavel and wiggled his eyebrows.

The guard let out a shaky breath, opening and closing his mouth. "In the
bin
?"

"Clean and cosy." Aiden patted the cardboard. "And we can really get to it if we close the lid. You have a torch."

Pavel shifted his weight in place, biting his lip, but in the end, he moved to crawl in, reaching out for Aiden's hand for leverage. "You're crazy!"

"Just a bit." Aiden pulled him in, and, in one swift move, Pavel landed on top of him.

"Guess I'm more crazier, if I skip work to fuck in a recycling bin." Pavel chuckled, capturing Aiden's lips in a heated kiss, his mouth even more demanding than before. His erection had flagged a bit, but all was not lost.

"Shut up. It's hot." Aiden laughed and wrapped his arms around Pavel's neck. "How'd your boss like your hard-on?"

Pavel smiled into his mouth, rocking his crotch against Aiden's thigh. "He didn't notice, or if he did, he didn't say."

"Close the lid." Aiden wrapped his thighs around Pavel and reached for the torch by his trousers.

"Ah, leave it. That lid's not that tight I think." Pavel stretched his body to reach the handle and after a metallic thud, they were surrounded by darkness too thick to see anything.

"See? We need the torch. I wanna take a good look at that tight ass of yours." Aiden slid out from underneath Pavel and fumbled to find the torch.

"Oh, really?" Pavel nipped at his bottom lip and pressed the light into his hand. "I thought I was the one with an advantage here."

"How come?" Aiden raised his eyebrows and turned on the torch, covering them in an eerie light. It reminded him of times when he went camping as a kid, which was such a wrong thing to think about at that moment.

"You know, I hunted you down." Pavel straddled him with a wide grin, the deep shadows on his face making him look paler than he was.

"Oh, did you?" Aiden stroked his denim clad thighs, happy with how muscular they were. "Maybe I lured you into a trap?"

Pavel's eyes twinkled in the dark. He unzipped his trousers and pulled them as low as he could without moving. "That would make you the bait."

Aiden pursed his lips. He had a point. "How about my cock was the bait?"

Pavel cocked his brow with a wide smile. "I can work with that."

"How about we change position, then? Or... do you want to stay on top?" Aiden smirked and his cock twitched at the mental image of Pavel riding his cock, the hard muscles of his thighs flexing with each move. The guard must have had other ideas, though.

"No, I want you on me." The hoarse edge in Pavel's voice made Aiden's stomach flutter. Before he could act, Pavel rolled off and pulled his trousers all the way down to his ankles.

"You mean 'in' you?" Aiden rasped and yanked his own trousers down in a fraction of a second, sliding down a large cardboard box. He couldn't wait to get his hands on that ass! The torch kept rolling around, creating strange shadows all over. That's how he liked his sex: fun and adventurous.

Pavel struggled to get on his hands and knees without being uncomfortable, beefy ass on display. Once he found that perfect spot, he glanced over his shoulders with a cocky smile. "Both."

"Oh, wow. That can be arranged." Aiden's cock was already throbbing with heat at that sight, and he fumbled back to his trouser pockets for a little pot of Vaseline. Always handy.

Pavel rested his cheek on his arm with a sigh. "I've got lube."

"I've got Vaseline. Whatever you wish, my sweet piece of ass." Aiden smiled and bowed down to kiss the small of his back. Damn. If they were back at his place, he'd rim him out good.

Pavel arched into the touch with the softest sigh. Looked like Aiden found himself a sensitive spot.

"Can't use condoms with Vaseline." The guard kept rocking his body, as if he were already being fucked. Only in slow-mo.
Fuck
, that was hot.

"We don't need that, love. Two healthy studs, exchanging energy. No problems with that..." Aiden blew hot air onto Pavel's skin, rubbing against Pavel's thigh with his cockhead, already sticky with pre-come.

Pavel's lips thinned. "Er... how many studs are you freely exchanging your energy with?"

"You could say I'm a free love kind of guy." He gave Pavel the sweetest smile he could muster, but for some reason, with each word, the guard's face seemed less and less inviting.

"Condom and lube. In my trousers."

Aiden swallowed and kissed the side of his buttock, hardly containing a moan of disappointment. "Oh, come on... I'm in connection to a crystal skull. It keeps me clean." He enjoyed the feel of the soft, blond hair brushing across his lips.

"Put on that
fucking
condom on and in me!" Pavel shuddered, burying his face in the paper below him as he palmed his own cock with a groan.

iden sighed, but obediently fished the condom out of Pavel's trousers. He didn't get it. He meditated on a daily basis. If he were ill, the skull would resonate bad energy back at him. And it didn't. "Okay, okay. But I'm only doing it for your peace of mind."