Sex & Mayhem 01 Road of No Return (6 page)

“You might as well get naked altogether.”

“Oh, really? You don’t want me to stay in my cut?” Stitch pulled on the sides of his leather vest with a grin. His unbuckled jeans slid lower, barely hanging on his hips and revealing black briefs. “Girls usually love that.”

“I’m not a girl,” said Zak, opening the cabinet where he kept medical and quasi-medical supplies he used for body mods. From the corner of his eye, he watched Stitch the manvirgin. Who would have thought? The guy was clearly into guys.

Stitch pouted, slightly deflated as he carefully pulled off his jeans. “I have a hunch that I should keep it on anyway.”

He winked at Zak, who narrowed his eyes. What was up with that? Did Stitch have scars somewhere, or some malformation? “I think it’s hot when a guy’s completely naked. Come on, show me your back, and all the rest.” He closed the drawer with a nudge of his hip.

Stitch stalled for a moment, but continued to push off his boots. His face lost the smile, but was no less sexy because of it. “Shouldn’t I be doing the looking?” Despite his words, he took off his vest and threw it over the leather seat. Stitch stood there in just his tenting briefs, like a biker chick’s wet dream, all tall and bulky, with a few tattoos scattered over his body. Several strands of hair slid out of his ponytail and hung over his face.

“Why? I like to look,” said Zak with a grin as he approached Stitch in slow, calm steps. He was happy to see that the wounds weren’t that bad, even though they’d reopened when Stitch ripped the jeans off. The studio felt small and intimate now that it was filled with the hunky presence of an almost naked Stitch. Zak wondered how hard it would be to educate an adult biker about gay sex.

“Well, I like to look as well, so take that top off.” Stitch pulled on the hem of Zak’s tank top.

“I will if you lie down and show me your leg, you pest,” chuckled Zak, pushing him away. The guy was needier than Versailles on his bad days.

Stitch groaned and lay on the tattooing chair stomach down, since the injury was on the back of his calf. It turned out that Stitch didn’t need his vest after all, because he had the symbol of his club tattooed all over his back. Zak’s gaze slid lower, to the firm ass, and he could already imagine himself riding it while watching how the tattoo moved on that broad, muscular back.

He sighed and moved the back of his hand all over the dog’s head. It was a fitting symbol for such a feral man. “Nice job,” he said, pulling off the tank top. He was a man of his word.

Stitch arched his back, eager for petting, but instantly looked back at Zak. “Thanks. Club is for life, has to be good.” His gaze ran up and down Zak’s torso, but if the wound was to be tended to, Zak couldn’t lose his head. He looked at the small puncture marks. Stitch was lucky his pants and boots were so thick because it really didn’t look as bad as Zak would have expected. He sanitized the skin and started wrapping it with clean bandage.

“So what do you do in that club? You guys ride together?”

“Yeah. The club owns a bar and a workshop so there’s always jobs to do around that as well. Not to mention the moving company.” Stitch was going to have his neck aching if he kept looking back over his shoulder.

“What is it?” asked Zak, unable to ignore the hungry stares any longer. He briefly stopped wrapping to pet Stitch's upper calf and smiled at the ticklish hair growing all around it.

“You have pierced nipples,” Stitch stated the obvious, pushing himself up to his elbows. His lips were slightly parted, as if they were already inviting a cock.

Zak smirked and fastened the dressing so that it wouldn’t drop. It was giving him a strange boost of confidence that a man as hot as Stitch was ogling him like a delicious meal after days of hunger. It made his skin go hot, like it was sizzling on a grill, and as his nipples stiffened under the scrutiny, Zak looked to the steel hoops glinting on his chest. “Yeah, I do.” He slid off the glove and patted Stitch's thigh to let him know they were done.

“I like that.” Stitch stood up and slid his hand up Zak’s stomach. “I like this as well.” He took a deep breath and pulled Zak closer by the waistband.

“What?” teased Zak, suddenly breathless. He put his hand on Stitch’s thigh and looked him straight in the eye, despite the flush that was slowly creeping to his face.

“The ink. It’s hot.” Stitch looked down to Zak’s torso, but his hands were already sneaking toward the nipple piercings. “And your body. Nice and firm.”

Zak sighed, unconsciously pressing his chest forward, his nipples already swelling with heat. He put one hand on Stitch’s nape and remembered the kiss as he watched his pale mouth, surrounded by rough stubble that would tease and scratch.

Zak was approaching sensory overload when Stitch’s fingers started playing with his nipple, and his other hand slid down his stomach, around his waist and went straight under the waistband to squeeze his buttock. Stitch let out a shallow breath and bowed for a kiss, all while pulling Zak closer by gripping his ass. It was too much, Stitch’s touch was all over his body, teasing, caressing, and then exploring Zak’s lips again with that hot tongue.

Zak melted into him, sliding his arm around the thick neck. He moved his other hand up Stitch’s forearm, cupping the back of the firm hand at his chest. “Harder,” he whispered as his eyes closed, which left him to savor the influx of sensations.

Stitch groaned and turned him around. In one swift move, he slid his other hand to Zak’s ass as well and picked him up to lift him into the leather chair. The loss of ground was so sudden Zak wanted to say something, but Stitch’s lips were on his again, and he didn’t want them to part. He opened up completely, coaxing the impatient tongue into his own mouth and spread his legs farther to accommodate Stitch’s hips. The sheer closeness of their cocks was now pulling his into action.

“I think these need to go,” Stitch said and started pulling down Zak’s pants. “You really are inked everywhere.” His breath got deeper as he shamelessly ogled the body in front of him. It gave Zak a sense of pride.

“Jealous?” he murmured, pulling the loose pants to the floor with his feet. He didn’t wear any underwear, so his hardening cock sprang out eagerly and pointed straight at Stitch’s face.

“Kinda. I like it all over like that…” Stitch mumbled, losing focus as he looked at Zak’s dick and kneaded the demons inked on Zak’s thighs.

Zak let out a sharp breath, gazing down at the serpent circling his own cock and the small steel hoop pulled through the skin right over its base. He was moments away from overheating with excitement. “You can touch it. Go on.’

And for the first time, Stitch actually hesitated, looking down but still only petting Zak’s thighs. Zak could only imagine what was going through Stitch’s mind, but the flush on the guy’s cheeks was telling. “I will,” he rasped.

Zak covered Stitch’s hand with his and gently pulled it to his crotch, wanting to help him. So much internal conflict at twenty-seven years of age. He did not envy him. “You make me so hard.”

Stitch was breathing as hard as if he were in a steam room, and when he did finally enclose Zak’s dick in his firm grip, the touch sent sparks of excitement to Zak’s balls. Stitch’s hand was rough, but all the more arousing.

“Fuck, that’s good.” Zak kissed Stitch again, pulling him close and kneading the ripe meat on his arms. His cock was radiating little shivers all the way to Zak’s chest. “How does it feel?”

“Like… good. Thick.” Stitch gently tugged on the cock as if just taking a test drive. His hair tickled Zak’s face as they kissed. “You have lube?” he whispered.

Zak chuckled. “Someone was watching gay porn.” He gave Stitch a long smooch and gently scratched the back of his head, enjoying the tender moment. “I even have condoms. The bottom drawer of the cabinet.”

Stitch grumbled something beneath his breath as he walked off to the cabinet. Watching him was pure guilty pleasure. The firm ass still hidden under thick cotton, the wide back, the beefy arms all combined to create a perfect masculine form. The splashes of ink here and there on his skin only made Zak hotter. Despite Stitch’s fit of aggression, Zak was beginning to think he might have actually gotten lucky. He could groom him, teach him everything he knew, make him his own massive, sexy disciple.

“What was that?” he asked, grinning at the dog on Stitch’s back.

“I don’t watch gay porn,” Stitch said as he came back with lube and a whole packet of condoms. He put them next to Zak and pulled off his briefs in one swift move, revealing the cock that was as ready for fucking as ever, and pronounced hip muscles that got Zak salivating.

“No? Never? Maybe we should educate you then.” Zak grinned, out of breath as he slid his hands up and down Stitch’s pecs, squeezing the meat in his palms. He was relaxing into the touch, every bit of Stitch’s warmth seeping into him and fueling his arousal.

Stitch groaned and pulled Zak closer with an abrupt grip at his thighs. “Just shut it with the gay porn already,” he raised his voice, never looking into Zak’s eyes, too busy ogling his body and touching it all over.

Zak sighed and pulled down Stitch’s head while leaning back himself. His nipples were up for the taking, and the mere idea of having Stitch play with them some more made him so unbearably hot that he opened his legs even wider.

“Yeah? You want it?” Stitch ran his hands up and down Zak’s chest, teasing his nipples as he brushed over them. “You spreading your legs for me?” he whispered, finally looking up to Zak’s eyes with an intimidating intensity. Only then did Zak notice that the scalpel had left a cut on Stitch’s throat, and he brushed his fingers over the scab.

“I am,” he whispered, gently pulling on one of his nipple piercings without ever looking away from Stitch. He wanted him to go mad with lust.

Stitch took a deep breath and bowed down for another kiss, pushing their cocks together. “Turn around,” he whispered into Zak’s lips. His weight was getting Zak lightheaded, and even the slight movement of sliding off the bench and turning away from Stitch was lazy, slow. He leaned over the chair, resting half of his weight on his elbows and looked back, stroking Stitch’s healthy calf with his foot.

Stitch straightened up behind him, kneading Zak’s buttocks as if he couldn’t get enough of them. “This is the best ass I’ve ever seen,” he said breathlessly as he rubbed his dick against its side. Stitch ran his hand up Zak’s spine, his move confident, even though he couldn't hide the tremble in his fingers. He had to be incredibly excited, maybe a bit scared. Zak could relate to that. The first time he had taken a guy had been a disaster. He’d had no idea what he was doing, his then-boyfriend was in pain, and Zak went soft. It took them a total of five tries to actually get Zak’s cock in, but even then the sex only lasted half a minute or so. At least Stitch seemed to have experience with penetration.

A shudder ran through Zak as he arched his back and rubbed his buttocks against the hard cock. His hole was already tingling at the prospect of having it inside. “Finger me,” he whispered.

Stitch opened the lube and bowed down to kiss Zak’s back. The touch was surprisingly tender and followed by a lot more kisses, as a slippery finger started exploring the skin between Zak’s buttocks. He arched beneath Stitch with a low moan and spread his legs farther, letting his head rest in the crook of Sitch’s neck. His body was so ready for this man he could hardly believe it. The moment the thick finger flicked over his anus, his cock twitched so violently he uttered a low yelp.

“Oh yeah? You like that?” Stitch panted and pushed his slippery finger in, all the way to the knuckle. “You like to be fucked like a little bitch?” he groaned and laid his weight on top of Zak, grinding his cock into Zak’s hip.

Zak’s ass accepted the thick digit without question, but his mind rattled in alarm even as he ground back, fucking himself on the finger. He wasn’t against dirty talk but he didn’t know this guy, and it felt very off. “No, I like to be fucked like a man,” he whispered.

Stitch snorted. “Oh yeah? And how does a man get fucked, huh?” He pulled out his thumb just to replace it with two other fingers, screwing in even harder. “Up the ass, yeah?” His hot breath tickled Zak’s skin.

“A man isn’t a bitch,” whispered Zak. “He’s choosing to get fucked up the ass, and he’s proud of it.” His breathing became shallow as he relaxed to the penetration after initial discomfort. He squeezed his muscles around the digits, anticipating Stitch’s reactions. He would show him how good it would be to fuck a real man.

“So why don’t you stop lecturing me and take it like a man, huh?” Stitch snarled at him and added another finger, fucking Zak with them in quick, harsh jabs. “I don’t like being told what to do.”

Zak frowned and reached back, grabbing Stitch’s wrist hard. He didn’t mind the burn but as much as he wanted more, rules needed to be brought up with this tough bastard. “I don’t like the idea of being someone’s fuck toy. Behave.”

Stitch pulled out his fingers, his weight gone, leaving Zak's back to cool down. All Zak could hear were deep, long breaths. He looked back, swallowing when the silence struck him as eerie.

Stitch eyed him, standing just inches away, with his hands on his nape and his frown making him look like the biker god of thunder, yet he wasn’t speaking, and he wasn’t fucking either. “What?” he snarled when their eyes met.

Zak blinked, confused. “Why did you stop?” he asked and slowly tugged on the stiff cock that would soon be inside of him. It twitched in his hand, the liquid on its tip spreading over Zak’s wrist and making it burn.