Vision Quest (7 page)

"What, then?" Arik asked. "What do you—oh." He'd pressed closer, gotten a thigh between Blaze's, and he ground it against Blaze's groin.

Blaze gave up on holding it in. He moaned, yanked his hands out from under Arik's, and grappled the man flush. "Fuck yes," Blaze hissed, rutting along Arik's leg and grabbing anything he could reach: Arik's ass, shoulder, waist. "
Nngh ...
" Blaze grunted, and it dissolved into a groan when Arik kissed him, held him, started trying to get clothes off him. Arik tried to do all of it at once, and soon Blaze's shirt hung around his neck, his arms out but head not, because Arik wouldn't let up on the mouth work. Blaze got a hand down to his fly, sucking on Arik's lower lip, and Blaze tried to unfasten his jeans and Arik's slacks simultaneously. It mostly went according to plan, but it wasn't enough, wasn't fast enough, wasn't enough skin let to bare, and Blaze shoved off the wall, starting to walk backward down the short hallway leading to the main room of the suite. He staggered, balance upset and head spinning. He shucked his shirt, his shoes, his socks, but didn't make it to his pants before Arik was on him, again.

Bare chest met bare chest, and the electricity spread over a greater surface area. It lessened the overall effect, but made Blaze more desperate for it. He kissed Arik's neck and shoulder, ran his hands across the smooth planes of Arik's back, and bent to lick a nipple. Fingers laced in Blaze's hair, and Arik made a low sound that didn't quite make it to air but did rumble Arik's chest. Blaze rubbed his face against Arik's body like a cat, the current dancing between them; like it tried to pull them together, wrap them up tight, keep them as one. Blaze's breathing was all over the place, and he sucked a gasp when Arik forced Blaze's head back and face up so their eyes met. Arik looked like his definition of wonder began and ended in Blaze, and Blaze reached up for a slower kiss. He took his time, tasting and teasing Arik's lips with his own and then with his tongue before diving inside. Arik stroked Blaze's arms, neck, back, hair, and Arik got a hand down and palmed Blaze's cock through denim and cotton.

"Oh ...
nnnah ..."
Blaze fumbled at Arik's hips, got belt and zipper and fly and finally slacks undone and down. Blaze shoved aside underwear and grasped Arik's cock in returned attention, and no sooner had the tiny arcs of current sizzled from Blaze's heated palm to Arik's thick dick than Blaze met mattress.

"Feel that?" Blaze panted, scrambling out of the rest of his clothes while Arik did the same. By all the gods and all their standards, the man was fucking beautiful.

"Yeah." Arik slid onto the bed and on top of Blaze, and Arik gasped while Blaze groaned.

"Shit," Blaze said against Arik's throat.

"My ... God ..."

Entwined as they were, tingles, prickles, and sparks were everywhere. Arik shuddered as though freezing from the cold, and Blaze was sweating from being on the edge of the best sensation, orgasm, whatever, but with nowhere to go.

"Stronger ..." Arik rasped. "Like this ... it's ..."

"Uh huh."

Blaze wrapped around Arik, legs and knees and arms and hands, and he kissed the man like it was a drowning man's last breath of life. Arik moaned, responding in kind, and Blaze liked to die from the tenderness in Arik's touches along his spine, the gentleness in the squeeze of Blaze's hair, and the unarguable vise-like strength that was absolutely, without question, not letting Blaze out of Arik's arms. No way, no how, not ever, and Blaze had a second to think that he was getting used to the connection sensation. He had a flash moment to wonder if maybe the longer they were together, the more in tune with one another they got, and the more aware Arik was of Arik's obvious gifts, the stronger this would be. There was an opportunity to think how awful it'd be if Blaze was wrong, a glimmer that made Blaze want to laugh at himself for being such an idiot and plunging so fast off the cliff of togetherness when it wasn't allowed or even welcome ...

... and then thought was blown all to hell by a Vision.

Pounding, slapping, striving... Blaze watched himself getting ploughed into the mattress, Arik behind him and holding Blaze's hands at the small of Blaze's back. View of Arik's face from below, view of cock sliding into Blaze's body, view of Blaze's fingers white-knuckle holding Arik's ... The feel of pleasure just a heartbeat away, the sensation of covers over Blaze's face, the helpless thrill in letting go, of being slack-limbed loose in somebody else's arms ... The sound of Arik's grunts, of Arik coming, of Arik yelling ... yelling ...

Blaze was ripped out of the imagery by Arik's teeth nipping Blaze's nipple, Arik's fist steadily and too-slowly working Blaze's cock, and by his own dry mouth, devoid of moisture from continual cries. Blaze choked, swallowed, hissed, and yanked Arik up Blaze's body. The kiss was ferocious, but Blaze turned his lower body to dislodge Arik's grip. Arik hugged Blaze, and Blaze rolled, knocking them onto their sides and then sprawling across Arik.

"What ... what happened?" Arik murmured, breathless.

Blaze knew Arik had to mean why did Blaze make Arik stop, when, Blaze was sure, it'd been really fucking obvious Blaze had been enjoying himself. "Not yet," Blaze answered, meaning both the physical and as a way to reassure himself that now was not the time to speak of Visions.

"Mmm ..." Arik hummed, arms and hands dragging across Blaze's body. He burrowed against Blaze, and they rocked into one another, gaining friction: rubbing and sliding and kissing and caressing. "God ... you're beautiful, Blaze ..."

Chuckling, Blaze kissed Arik with his eyes open. They stared at one another, and Arik's eyes were hazy, blown darker with want, and it occurred to Blaze that if the sparks from palm to cock had driven Arik to the brink, then mouth to cock might drive Arik over it.

Blaze flew down Arik's body, pausing only to lick at a hipbone and reposition himself. He rolled his eyes northward when his tongue met the underside of Arik's dick, and Arik's expression was the world's greatest display of shock, awe, and need that Blaze had ever seen. Blaze's tongue tingled, he swirled it around the head, and Arik's hands slammed onto the bed, wrenching at the covers. Blaze sucked where crown met shaft, teased it with the tip of his tongue, and then quit fooling around. He spread his lips around Arik in a tight ring, sucked, and sank slow-slow-slowly down Arik's length.

"Jesus ...
Christ!"
Arik called between clenched teeth, his jaw flexing and his head turning side to side. Spittle flew with the bursts of his breathing, and his thigh muscles jumped and tensed. Blaze came up to catch a little air, whole face aflame with numbing buzzing. He bobbed a steady up-down, and Arik's hand flailed toward Blaze. His mouth had fallen open in a soundless curse-wail, and Blaze shifted. He got his weight across Arik's lower body, and Blaze caught Arik by reaching around Arik's bent leg. Arik groaned when their hands linked, and he shuddered from head to toe. Gooseflesh rippled across his skin, and Blaze kept at him. All the way down ... hold ...
hold
... Fight the panic, come up with care and not speed, lick and tease with tongue ... Come off all the way only to push lips over the reddened head, barely allowing give enough for the dick to slip within, and descending, sucking in deep drags...

"
Mmph ...
" Arik almost whimpered, his voice high and lost and spellbound. "Blaze ... oh ...oh God ... oh fuck ..." Arik gasped faster, tensioned and shook, and Blaze drew it out. He loosened his mouth, sliding along flesh slickened with spit, and Blaze came completely off Arik after every downward glide. Over and over ... take and retreat ... And Blaze was hard to aching, his lower half rutting for relief, and Arik was cursing, slurring words and moans into a mess that all added up to
please.

Blaze had mercy. He added his hand to the action, circling the base and stroking. He sped up, swallowing Arik whole and doing it faster, hand meeting mouth, and tongue pressing all the while. He got a quick glance at Arik, head back and skin flushed and eyes squeezed shut. The sight of him shoved a fist of greedy want into Blaze's torso, and Blaze groaned, trembling. Arik's jaw went slack, his upper body pressed into the bed with force, and his hips rose-rocked to meet Blaze in a broken rhythm that faltered fast.

"Oh," Arik whispered. "Oh...
oh ... oh-oh ... nnh!
"
With a sharp inhale and hold, it was done, and Arik came in Blaze's throat, the steel-like skin between Blaze's lips pulsing and throbbing as Arik spent himself dry. Blaze milked Arik with his tongue and a few lesser pulls of lips and suction. Arik gasped, his free fingers skimming up Blaze's neck and tightening in Blaze's hair. This time, the hold was not gentle, but directive and forceful, and Blaze bowed to it. He crawled up Arik's body and met Arik's mouth for a lingering kiss.

Arik hugged Blaze close, and Blaze whined. The room was spinning, his head was stuffed with cotton, and the only thing he heard was his own frantic sounds and Arik's come-drunk voice: "Sit up." 

Blaze obeyed without thought, though he had to slap holds on Arik's bent knees to keep from falling over. Blaze's legs were to either side of Arik's torso, his cock jutting out from his body.

"Higher," Arik ordered, but kindly, almost lovingly, and Blaze, shaking all over and with his vision tunneling, rose up over Arik.

"Yeah... good. Damn. Like that." Arik rubbed Blaze's thighs, the touch so hot and full of contact spark that Blaze threw his head back and sobbed a cry, and when Arik's hand wrapped around Blaze's dick, Blaze began to beg in time to the strokes.

"Please ...
shit
... please ... can't ...
oh fu—I'm
...
mmph
...
mmng
... oh ... fuck ... close ... so goddamned ..."

"Look at me."

Blaze tucked his chin to his chest, meeting an approximation of Arik's face. He couldn't focus, couldn't do anything but
feel
and
crave
and
long
. Blaze's vision was spotted and blurred. Sweat ran into one of his eyes, burning it, and he knew he had to be hanging on to Arik tightly enough to bruise. He blinked, desperately trying to get Arik's hand to go faster or the current to ignite more intensely, or something to, dear spirit and all things holy, let him come. Make him do it. Make him.
Make ... him
...

A finger pressed between Blaze's cheeks. He froze, it nudged, and it slid inside with the perfect push of insistence. Blaze's mouth opened in a wounded animal cry that was at once startled and also grateful, and he jerked rough and halting back-and-forths between Arik fucking him and Arik stroking him. Faster, now—

"Oh God, yeah!"

Plunge, slide,
twist—

"
Fuck! Fuck!
"

One finger became two, the growl below him was feral and full of ownership, and Blaze's brain fritzed. Showed him pictures of getting fucked while being fucked, and Blaze had no idea when he started to come, but he knew he didn't think he was going to live through it. He called down the gods, old and new, hissed and sobbed and felt actual wetness in his eyes from sheer, unadulterated overload, and when, at last, it was over, and the climax let Blaze loose of its clutches, Blaze fumble-tumbled onto Arik.

And Blaze was caught and held, almost too tightly, like he was someone precious, not something accursed, and the electricity sang sweetly between their bodies, which curled around each other like they'd always known exactly how they could and would fit together.

The air conditioner inside the suite pinged as it settled, the sudden lack of background noise somehow louder than the steady rattle. Arik opened his eyes, waited for focus and for reason, to make sense of the all too pleasing weight over top of him. From somewhere within the cobwebs of the subconscious mind—where thought still clung to the serenity of dream worlds—Arik saw blurry images of naked bodies, and a scene that did not quite seem to be from his own perspective. Pounding. Grinding. Sweat-slicked skin being stroked by smooth palms. He chased the vignette, trying to prolong the sense of peace and connection it gave him, but found the consistency watery, and the edges slippery. As if the mental images weren't his to follow.

Arik shifted under Blaze's weight, had to draw his eyelids back up, unsure of when they'd fallen again. He smiled. His skin was warm and pleasantly numb, as though overstimulated but entirely accustomed to the sensation. Blaze's hip rested on the mattress beside him but Blaze's leg was wedged between his, Blaze's arm still wrapped around his chest, and Arik had never felt so blissfully burdened in his life. He reached up, ran his fingers over Blaze's scalp, and traced patterns through Blaze's hair. But it wasn't until Arik dragged fingertips down Blaze's neck that Blaze pulled a long, low sigh and the butterfly-wing-brush of Blaze's eyelashes fluttered on Arik's chest.

"Hiya," Arik murmured. He didn't look down. On the contrary, he closed his eyes with the words and felt Blaze wake up against him. He registered the slight stiffening of muscles as brain questioned body to remind itself of whys and whats. His lips twitched with a smile as whatever answered brought with it the security of Blaze relaxing into Arik again. Blaze's palm slipped into a stroke over Arik's pectoral; Blaze's heel caught into the nook in which it rested in order to shift the two of them that much closer together, and they sighed in tandem.

Waking up with someone ... what a nice fucking concept.

A low whine of rumbly greed from Arik's midsection protested his lack of schedule, and Arik's free hand flew to his belly with a chuckle.

"Was that you or me?" Blaze teased.

"Me. Sorry." Arik slid his hip, nudging Blaze to the side and grimaced at the spent release between them, now dried and doing its best to take on the property of glue. "Guess we should have showered." He sat up in bed, yawned and blinked through the window of the hotel room, the lack of drawn drapery offering a beautiful view of both the advancing evening, and the approaching cloud cover. No wonder the a/c had flicked off. If the room was any indication of the weather, temperatures had dropped, and be it a result of that, or just the encroach of evening, the once bright sky had given way to greys and purples.