Balls and Strikes (2 page)

"I've got you. Holding you in my hand so you can just let go."

He sobbed softly, fighting to breathe. Dove's fingers moved inside him, touched his gland.

"I can't..." He couldn't think, couldn't do this.

"My hand is inside you -- you can do
anything
." Dove kept moving his fingers, sensation building on sensation inside him.

Mac's eyes rolled, his legs kicking restlessly, trying to find that space inside him. Dove drew his fingers together, making a fist inside Mac. He looked down, stunned that he couldn't see Dove's hand inside him.

"Is it all out? Is there any room left in you except for my hand?"

He shook his head, blinking away the wetness in his eyes.

"Good. Then the rest of this is about pleasure." Dove began moving his fist.

"Uhn..." He braced himself, sinking into the pressure.

"That's it. Just go with it. Enjoy it."

"Uh-huh." Mac was stunned. Dove was inside him, filling him.

"I could do this all night." Dove leaned forward, licked the leaking tip of his cock.

His toes curled and this needy, broken sound left him. "Please..."

"Please what?" Dove never did let him get away with anything.

Love me.
He didn't say it, though. It didn't do any good.

Dove's hand pushed in harder. "Please what? Tell me what you want." Another lick swiped more liquid from the tip of his cock.

"You. You. Need you."

"Good." That fist pushed in deeper. "I'm right here."

He moaned and Dove's mouth covered his, tongue tasting him. His prick throbbed in its bindings as Dove's tongue fucked his mouth in time with the hand deep inside him. His legs tingled, his balls drew up against the cord binding them.

"You'll wait 'til I say you can come."

"Fuck..." He knew Dove meant it. He remembered this lesson, knew it in his bones.

Dove's mouth slid over his jaw, leaving quick biting kisses that he knew wouldn't leave marks. Dove knew exactly how much pressure he could use before he made them and never left a mark on his face or neck. Never threatened their livelihood, the game.

A bite came to his chest, just above his right nipple. The hand inside punched against his gland.

"Pay attention."

"I am!" Oh, fuck. He so was.

"You sure?" God Dove's eyes were even darker now, black. Boring right into him.

"I swear. I promise. I'm here."

"Good." Dove's hand kept moving, kept lighting him up inside.

How could his attention be anywhere else? And he was. He was good. Good. Dove's.

Dove's tongue flicked across one nipple, then the other. Then that mouth wrapped around his prick. His entire body tightened, as it fought to shoot, to spend. Dove's sharp teeth threatened but didn't break the skin of his prick. A string of curse words left him, like Dove jerked them out on a string.

Still the sucking continued, and he could feel himself leaking, drops sliding out of him. Pouring into Dove.

Dove finally pulled off. "When I undo the leather, you can come."

"Thank you. Please. Sir."

Dove dragged his mouth along Mac's prick, tongue hot. Mac's eyes rolled back into his head, balls needing release.

Using his teeth, Dove began to work open the leather binding Mac’s prick and balls.

"Dove..." Mac didn't know what the fuck to do.

Dove's fingers moved inside him. "Wait for it."

"I am! I am, damn it!"

Chuckling, Dove tugged open the bindings leather sliding from his skin, feeing him.

"Oh. Oh, fuck. Oh fuck!" His orgasm slammed through him, making him dizzy.

His ass grabbed Dove's hand, rippling around it as Dove licked at his balls, tongue so hot. He couldn't breathe, all he could do was feel. The sensations faded slowly and sent shivers and aftershocks through him. He melted, eyes closed, the world so far away, so distant.

Mac felt Dove take his hand out, but it was only on the edge of his awareness. He heard the water run, then a hot washcloth moved over his skin, cleaning him. The covers were tucked around him, a soft kiss dropped onto his forehead.

"Stay?" Please? He knew he shouldn't ask, but he had to.

It was quiet for so long, he thought Dove had left. Then the bed dipped and he was taken into that huge son of a bitch's arms, Dove wrapping around him.

He knew that, when he woke up, Dove would be gone and it would be over again, but he had what he had.

And that had to be enough.

***

Another shut out. Mac opened his door and flung his bag toward the bed, feeling good. Feeling fucking great. He was on fucking fire and the playoffs were just around the corner. He'd shown everyone he was on top of his game, and it felt amazing.

He stopped short as he saw the FedEx box on the bed.

Fuck.

In St-Louis there'd been flowers. Dozens of them. In Cincinnati it had been flavored condoms. In Florida, chocolates. The best damned chocolates he'd ever tasted. Chicago had been a fucking dildo the size of god damn Calcutta.

There was never a name; they always came anonymously. But he knew who they were from.

God knew what this box contained.

Mac headed for the bed, his cock already filling, and he rubbed it as he walked. This box was small, and when he opened it, the little case inside was even smaller.

Opening the case, he found a sound and a note, which read. "You can look, you can touch, but don't you dare use it without me."

His eyes went wide and he tore his jeans open, jacking himself dry, pulling hard. That was when he noticed the postscript on the note. "PS, it vibrates."

Seed sprayed from him, hips fucking the air violently.

Dove had taught him about sounds, and he’d tried to use them on his own, to get that same loss of control, a dry orgasm, but he couldn't. Plus doing it himself made Dove growl. Not that that was a bad thing. In fact, it was usually great.

Mac dropped the box on the bed and tugged off his t-shirt, cleaned his mess up, and shoved his dirties in his laundry bag. Shower and a nice hard fuck with a dildo and then he could sleep.

The knock on his door was loud, imperious even, and totally put a halt to his plans.

"What?" He tugged his jeans mostly closed. "Who is it? I didn't order room service." Yet.

"Open up." That was Dove's voice. Dove. Here. It wasn't either of their team home towns. Dove was playing in Chicago this week for fuck's sake.

Mac pulled the door open, eyes devouring that hard, perfect fucking body. "What do you want?"

"Hello to you, too." Dove pushed his way in and closed the door behind him, slamming it, locking it.

"I didn't expect you." He had to smile, though.

"You never do." Dove tossed his backpack on the floor and began stripping.

"I don't." He leaned back against the wall, eating Dove up with his eyes. "Thank you for the presents. I don't know how you arrange it."

"Magic." Dove gave him a wink and looked him up and down, raised an eyebrow. Those dark, amazing abs were revealed as Dove stripped off his shirt.

"I was heading to the shower." He eased off his shoes.

"And now you're heading for bed."

"Am I?" He had to push -- had to. They both fucking loved it when he did. "I shot all over your present."

Dove growled, the sound perfect. "That's hot. As long as you didn't use it."

"I didn't use it."

"Good boy." Fuck, Dove's voice was like a rake over gravel.

Mac's cock jerked, filled. "I pitched a no hitter. Felt fucking amazing. You're even better."

Dove smiled, low and slow. "I know."

Mac stepped forward, his jeans slipping. Dove's fell to his ankles, his lover's body head to toe muscles. Fucking stunning. Mac wanted to worship every inch, he wanted to touch and lick.

"You ready to try out your present?" Dove asked, drawing his attention back up to his lover's face.

"God, yes. You'll make it work for me." It wasn't a question.

"Gonna make you come and come and not spill a drop."

His body shuddered and he took another step forward. "Please." He craved it.

Dove's hands grabbed his arms and pulled him in hard, right up against all those hard muscles. He grabbed Dove's shoulders, held on, fingers digging in. The kiss was hard, eager, Dove's tongue pushing right in. He moaned, sucking Dove's tongue, making his lover, his master, feel it.

One big hand slid down and grabbed his ass, squeezing hard enough he'd have bruises. He leaned into it, pushed into the touch.

"Needy baby," growled Dove.

No one had ever called him that before Dove. No one. Needy or baby.

Dove turned them, pushing him down onto the mattress. His legs were tangled in his jeans, his hands refusing to let go of Dove's arms. The kisses continued, Dove's mouth relentless.

Finally, his jeans were ripped away, sharp pinches covering his thighs, his hips.

"Look at this pale skin." Dove pinched the inside of his right thigh.

"Ouch. I'm Irish."

Dove snorted. "You're as American as I am, butthead."

"Half Scottish, too."

"Born in the U.S.A." Dove bit the skin, just above where he'd pinched.

"Mmmhmm." He could feel the growing bruise.

Dove's nose slid up to his balls, nudged them. Mac spread automatically and his sac drew up tight.

Dove nudged again, harder this time, tongue flicking out to lick his hole. "Have you been using my dildo?"

"Uh-huh. Was heading for the shower to fuck myself." It was fucking huge and he loved it.

"I showed up just in time, then." Dove bit at the inside of his other thigh, then rose up to stare down into his eyes.

Time stopped for a minute and he was lost, just totally lost.

"Mine." The word was growled out, Dove like a force of nature.

"Prove it."

Dove laughed and the sound sent shivers of anticipation through him.

Still, he needed this. Needed the pain, the ache, the sensation. Maybe the knowledge that Dove owned him, body and soul.

Dove moved slowly down, making him take the man's weight.

"My little pitcher." The words were whispered, familiar as breathing. How many times had Dove said that to him? "I'm going to plug that sweet cock of yours and make you come, over and over, and not a drop will come out." Dove had said that a million times, too. Kept that promise each time.

He whimpered softly, fingers twining with Dove's.

"A reward. For your shut out."

The praise made Mac twist, made his cheeks heat.

Dove bit at his right nipple, teeth sharp, the sting delicious.

"Shit." That burn made his eyes cross, and his hands slapped on the bed.

His belly was next, those teeth worrying the skin right next to his navel. He felt the bruises building, the little marks that would ache tomorrow. Reminders that he would feel with every movement he made.

His hip was next, the scrape of Dove's teeth followed by hot suction. He grabbed Dove's head, bucked up into those hot lips, over and over.

Growling, Dove broke his hold and glared at him. "Pushy!"

"I need you!" He could holler back.

"I'm right fucking here."

He knew that. He knew. "Okay."

Dove's tongue swiped across his prick. Mac let his eyes close, let himself feel that wet heat.

"Gonna make your body sing." Words said, Dove wrapped his lips around one of Mac's balls, sucking on it.

One finger found Dove's ring, shifted it back and forth against Mac's perineum. Dove pinched his inner thigh again, then sucked the spot, hard enough he knew the spot that would be left was going to be dark indeed.

"If you pitch a no-hitter during the playoffs, I'm piercing the tip of your cock, baby."

Mac cried out, hands cupping his cock instinctively.

"No touching." That voice cracked over him like a whip.

He stilled, hand falling away.

"Better." Dove pushed at his balls with his nose. Then licked them, the sac taken between teeth and tugged.

He cried out, legs drawing up and he grabbed his knees.

"Hungry baby." Dove licked at his hole, then pushed a spit-wet finger inside.

"Yes. Crave you like a fucking drug, man." Mac was addicted, through and through.

"This is better than any drug." Dove pushed another finger into him, spreading him.

"Yes..." He squeezed, moaned deep in his chest, nodded.

"I'm going to be inside you while I feed the sound into you." Dove's fingers jabbed in hard.

His entire body went tight. "Fuck, yes. In my fucking soul."
Shut up, Mac.

Dove's smile was worth the uncensored words, though. Another finger pushed into him, opening him wider.

"Burns..." So good.

"I know." Dove sounded satisfied, but not smug.

In and out, Dove's fingers speared him. Mac rode it, muscles burning, working, sweat popping out on his skin

"Fucking stunning." Dove's praise was heartfelt.

Mac wallowed in the pleasure, in the need.

Dove didn't spend a lot of time and soon those fingers disappeared so the man could glove and slick up. Mac loved that long, thick weapon of a prick. Dark and heavy, it curved up toward Dove's belly, demanding attention.

Moving up between his legs, Dove grabbed the sound and laid it on his belly. "For easy access."

Mac knew better. It was to remind him. To tease him. He took a deep, deep breath, the sound rolling on his muscles.

Dove's thick, hot meat pressed against his hole.

"Dove..." He bore down, his body stretching.

"Right fucking here." And moving too fucking slowly, pushing into him bit by tiny bit.

His body opened, let that heat in and in. At last Dove was all the way in, but before he could take a breath, that thick prick was pulled out again.

"Oh, please." Mac's body followed that hard heat.

"You beg so pretty." Dove slammed back in, letting him feel it in a whole different way from the first thrust.

Mac slammed his head back on the pillows, his throat working like he was deep-throating Dove.

Staying right there, Dove grabbed Mac's prick and rubbed the tip. Mac's ass clenched, the promise of that sound perfect, like a drug.