Boys in Blue 04 - Knight's Fall (5 page)

“I’m openly gay and I look it. You’re gay and you don’t look it. Either way, the bias stands.”
“Sometimes the worst discrimination is by our own community. I don’t look gay, so my life must be ten times easier. It’s not. It’s just different,” Liam murmured.
Andy kissed him, savouring the fullness of his lips. “I’ve been such a self-involved ass. What the hell did you ever see in me?”
Liam pulled back, met Andy’s eyes with a look of tenderness and absolute stillness. “I saw you, Andy. Just you.”

Liam watched Andy’s dark green eyes widen and fill with desire. He loved that look. Anything that made his Andy look at him like that, deserved repeating. “You’re a hard man to resist. If you don’t mind, I’d like to stop resisting now.”

Andy’s wide lips pulled into a revealing smile. Keeping his eyes locked on Liam’s, Andy reached for the bottom of his team shirt and pulled it over his head. Dropping it to the ground, he cocked an eyebrow. “Don’t let me keep you from it.”

For a slim man, Andy’s lean physique offered an amazing array of muscled angles and long lines. Lean and hard, Andy was a scrappy fellow. Liam had no doubt that they’d be fairly well matched in a fight.

Liam ran his hands over Andy’s chest. Andy lifted his face to kiss him, and bumped their noses instead. He gave a nervous, breathy laugh.
Liam did too. Similarly stripping off his shirt, Liam’s gaze riveted to the purposeful way Andy uncinched his belt and loosened his jeans. Andy’s breath rushed just as quickly as his own. Andy’s flat stomach flexed and relaxed on each, the exhale causing a dark gap between skin and denim.
Once Andy decided to let go, he apparently gave everything, and Liam was honoured to be the one Andy trusted. Liam half-expected to see the veil of distance in Andy’s green eyes, but what he actually saw stole his breath.
Andy didn’t just want him. He craved him. There was no denying the intensity of that expression, or the softened parting of Andy’s lips, the flush of desire high on his slightly freckled cheekbones. Green eyes burning for him, Andy’s hooded bedroom gaze took Liam out of the world and dropped him solidly in that moment where nothing mattered but the man in front of him.
He didn’t want this to go fast, no matter how badly he wanted his redheaded seducer. Liam wanted to memorise every angle, every inch of pale smooth skin. Andy’s body, though just as rigidly sculpted as his own, had beautiful differences. Liam’s tanned hand on Andy’s skin seemed to glow. The comparison tightened his groin with need. What other differences would he discover?
Andy hurried to undo Liam’s pants.
Liam caught his hands and gently squeezed them. “Yes, definitely take those off, but let me worship you first.”
Andy groaned softly. “You can’t say shit like that and expect me to slow down.”
Liam ducked his head to catch Andy’s mouth in another searing kiss. He released Andy’s hands to slide his around Andy’s waist, easing his fingers beneath the back waist of jeans and lower. Calloused hands to smooth ass, Liam kneaded Andy’s firm flesh, squeezing it, blindly examining each globe and the crease between with adoration.
Andy broke away from the kiss first, gasping. “You’re trying to kill me. I know you are.”
Liam flexed his hips forward, rocking his hardened cock into Andy’s. “Just as much torture for me.”
Would Andy want him to speed through this? Was the proof of their attraction too telling for such a romantically skittish man? Liam eyed him, trying to judge what his thoughts might be on Liam’s need to fully experience this moment together.
Andy leaned his shoulders and head against the supporting tree, his hips levered forwards. Heavily lidded eyes of deep forest trained on Liam’s and he shifted his stance open, allowing Liam access to touch him however he wanted.
Andy didn’t look away. The shyness was there, beneath unhidden desire. His neck and cheeks were flushed with colour and Liam caught the occasional upward quirk of a selfconscious smile. Andy didn’t back down. He let Liam in, showing him without words that he had lowered his defences.
For Liam.
It humbled him. Made him oh-so-careful to get this right. Liam’s need to protect Andy, to treat the fragility of Andy’s heart with loving hands, and lips, and body, made him almost nervous. Almost like a first time. And it was. It was their first time.
While cupping Andy’s ass firmly against his erection, Liam devoted himself to tasting Andy’s neck and shoulders. He felt the strong cords against his lips and appreciated the resilience of his straining muscles with the edges of his teeth. Salt from sweat tanged on Liam’s tongue and the slightly musky scent of Andy’s body mingled with the clean notes of soap.
Liam sank to his knees without further thought, pressing open-mouthed kisses along Andy’s sternum and firm belly. Liam wanted more.
His hand left Andy’s ass to coast up his back and stroke his sides, his tightly pinched nipples. Andy moaned, burying his hands in Liam’s hair as though he held a precious gift. Liam felt adored. He wanted his Andy to feel the same.
His belly quivered as Liam scraped his teeth below the belly button and into the dark brown trail of crinkled hair. Unzipping and dropping Andy’s pants and boxers naturally followed. Liam got his first unfettered view of his beautiful, pristinely luminescent cock. Raspberry tipped and already moist, his staff filled Liam’s eager fist. Andy’s cock boasted proud ownership of full, dusky sacs.
Liam couldn’t resist and tongued them playfully.
“Liam,” Andy rasped. “For God’s sake…”
There his thoughts seemed to die as Liam took them in his mouth and gently suckled them. His fist slid up and down Andy’s smooth length. Liam murmured his approval of Andy’s panting silence.
He released his mouthful and kissed the length of cock. Tracing the head with his tongue, he wetted the spongy pink crown, delved the leaking eye, and savoured the moment when Liam finally allowed himself to take him as deep as he could.
Andy shuddered for him. His knees shook.
Liam captured Andy’s hips, controlling the pace of loving Andy the way Andy ought to be loved—deliberately.
Liam dragged one hand up Andy’s chest, feeling his heart pound against his palm. Feeling the moment Andy began to tremble and his body undulate in near thrusting waves. He was close.
Andy clasped Liam’s hand in a death grip, pressing it reverently to his chest as though to show Liam that his heart was for Liam’s taking. That it was bursting for him in a private dance he hadn’t let anyone else see.
With a ragged breath and a fine shiver, Liam knew Andy’s control slipped.
He let go of Andy’s hips completely, stretching the second hand up to join with the other and showing Andy that he not only trusted him, but wanted Andy to use his mouth.
Fingers fisted Liam’s hair. Their eyes met with mutual understanding. Andy let out a sharp cry and rolled his hips hard against his mouth. Liam took it, loving every moment of possession as Andy’s cock filled him, his throat, numbed his lips, and slicked his tongue.
Andy’s eyes glazed over. His hips pistoned forward, forcing so much of himself into Liam that Liam’s nose ground Andy’s pubic bone over and over and over again. Liam wanted it, wanted all of it and he pushed into each thrust hungrily. Andy gasped sharply, his movements becoming rougher, less coordinated.
Liam changed holds, grabbing Andy’s ass and forcing him to empty into Liam’s swallowing throat when the time came. It proved too much. The milking action sent Andy over the edge, trembling, bellowing, grunting as hot cum sprayed Liam’s soft pallet and throat.
After a few final squirts, Liam cleaned Andy off and looked up at him with a wicked smile. “Your O face is amazing. It’s like you’re surprised to be coming, but you’re gonna fucking ride that wave. It’s damn hot.”
Andy blushed to his roots, laughing through his gasps. He tugged Liam’s arm to stand up. When he did, Andy pulled him tight to his naked body. Andy tucked his face into Liam’s neck. “I don’t know how I got lucky enough to get your attention, but I’m sure as hell not letting you go.”
Liam stroked his hair, kissed his temple. “I’m glad to hear it. It makes having you as my boyfriend a whole lot more consensual.”
Andy chuckled on Liam’s shoulder.
“What. The. Fuck!”
Liam’s head jerked around. He held Andy’s face to his shoulder out of sight, as though no one would recognise the tell-tale richness of Andy’s rust-coloured hair.
James loomed several feet away, sneering with disgust. “Did the little pervert force you? The gay is contagious. I fucking knew it!”
Liam was tired of James’ bullshit. It was time to call it like it was, but not at the expense of his naked lover. Liam carefully manoeuvred himself to protect Andy’s modesty. He could hear Andy rushing to pull up his pants behind him. Liam’s own cock still strained against his jeans.
It was time to call a spade, a spade.
“My boyfriend here thinks you’re homophobic,” Liam began.
“Your boyfriend? You can’t be gay, man, you’re one of the toughest dudes here. He’s just fucked up your mind. They got treatments to fix you,” James said.
His earnest entreaty only fuelled Liam’s annoyance. “I think you’re in denial.”
“Dude. You aren’t gay. He just brainwashed you. We’ll get help. Just step away from the gay.”
“Fuck you, James. I’m gay. I’ve always been gay. And here’s a newsflash, so are you.”
“No fucking way! You’re messed up.”
“James,” Liam softened his tone. “I should know what denial in a macho guy like you, looks like. There’s nothing wrong with you. You aren’t broken.”
“Fuck that!” James turned and ran.
Andy put his hand on Liam’s shoulder from behind. “You think he’ll figure it out?”
“He already knows. It’s just going to take some time for him to work through the psychological mess he’s let himself believe for so long.”
“You’re amazing,” Andy whispered.
Liam turned in his arms. “Not half as amazing as I am when I’m with you.” He pressed his lips to Andy’s forehead. “So, when are we going to use all those nifty toys you brought with you?”

Andy hung up the phone and reached into his bedside table. He pulled out the binding he’d worn on his wrists, one year ago, today. The interdepartmental camp hadn’t successfully stripped the animosity between the different government enforcement agencies, but there’d definitely been one improvement. Andy had Liam.

“That was James Runyon. He says he needs to talk to you sometime this week,” Andy said conversationally.
He rolled to face his lover. Cocking an eyebrow, he dangled the rope in front of Liam’s face, distracting him from the book he’d been reading.
“Imp,” Liam teased. He put the book against his bare chest and looked at Andy with mischief in his eyes. “I’ll call him later. Right now, I think my boyfriend needs some one-onone attention.”
They’d already celebrated their anniversary. Now Andy wanted to celebrate them. It was only a subtle difference and yet, to Andy, it made all the difference in the world. Relationships came and went, but giving himself body and soul to one man—that was forever.
As he dangled the rope, he wondered if Liam knew the significance of it. Did he realise where the rope had come from? There was nothing to tell it apart from any other piece of binding.
Liam turned away, putting his book on his own beside table. He reached inside the smallish drawer and withdrew a box.
“What’s that?” Andy asked.
Liam shrugged with atypical uncertainty. “Something I got for you.”
Andy opened it. He laughed sharply. Tucked inside was the neatly arranged blindfold from the same obstacle run. He pulled it out and something heavy landed on Andy’s belly, killing his laughter.
Brushed platinum gleamed richly back at him. The top of the band had an inset baguette diamond with inlayed onyx on either side.
Liam took it from his limp fingers. He moved to face Andy, one arm propped on the other side of Andy’s sheeted hip, the other poising the ring at the tip of Andy’s finger. Liam’s smile flickered back into place. Andy thought his heart might stop.
“Andy, a year ago I knew you were going to be the one for me. I never believed in love at first sight, and I think I doubted myself in recognising it at first. You made it clear that giving yourself to someone required more than promises. I’ve respected that.”
Andy stared hard at the ring hovering around the tip of his finger. He looked back up at the man whose presence, love, respect, and sincerity had proved more than his words could ever say.
“I love you, completely. I can’t imagine my life without you. Tell me I won’t have to.” Liam finished with a hopeful smile.
“You won’t have to,” Andy told him gruffly, pushing his finger through the ring.
“Thank God.” Liam took Andy to the mattress. “I knew the answer, but I was really hoping I hadn’t overshot my confidence.”
“Thank you for being patient with me. You’ve been the perfect boyfriend.”
Liam picked up the blindfold and held it up for Andy to see. “I’d say let’s use this thing, but I don’t want to miss a moment of your O face.” He tossed it aside. “Hope you don’t mind.”
“I got a better idea,” Andy murmured silkily. He parted his legs, shifting Liam between them. Their naked cocks came into hard contact. “Let’s make that O face together.”
Liam snagged the forgotten cording from Andy’s hand. He wiggled his brows sending Andy into nervous laughter.
“You
aren’t
,” he protested between laughs.
“I
are
,” Liam affirmed. He gently pulled Andy’s arms over his head and knotted the cording around the headboard framing, and his wrists. “I
are
going to do a lot of naughty things.”
Liam suddenly hopped off the bed.
Andy strained to see what he was doing. It wasn’t until he brought back a suspiciously familiar shoebox, pulled the sheet off Andy’s body, and dumped toys on the bed, that Andy finally understood.
“Oh, my God! You still have those?” Andy screeched.
“I hid them for this moment. I want you to remember this day.”
“The day you proposed,” Andy said, smiling.
“The day you accepted, and the day the toys came back into the picture. I don’t have happy sex with just anyone,” Liam teased.
“Make me happy,” Andy breathed. Every nerve ending zinged. His nipples budded. Butterflies rioted in his belly. Living with Liam hadn’t been dull, but it looked like it was about to get a lot more exciting.
Liam held up a butt plug. Liberally applying lube to the conical plug, he kneeled between Andy’s thighs, using his position to push Andy’s legs apart.
Cool goo-covered plastic touched Andy’s hole. “You going to go straight for the goods?” Andy complained.
“Nope.” But Liam didn’t explain.
The plug pushed at Andy’s entrance, nudging, and twisting, teasing the rosette as Andy bit his lip to stem his whimper of pleasure. The plug entered marginally and retreated. Then he heard whirring. Vibration touched him intimately and Andy trembled.
“Oh, yes, please,” he begged.
A few more pushes and Liam seated the plug firmly inside, leaving the vibration on. Next he moved to Andy’s nipples. Leaning over, Liam kissed the little buds. He touched the tip of his tongue to them, then pulled each between his lips until he’d turned them into tight, aching points. Taking the clamps from the box of goodies, he carefully closed the rubber teeth on both nipples.
With his anus vibrating—jiggling unknown parts inside and his testicles—and his nipples pinched into delicious submission, Andy’s cock cried drops of pre-cum.
Andy looked at the face of the man he loved. Liam’s gaze covered him with adoration and playfulness. He held up a bright red feather.
“I’m ticklish,” Andy said.
“Uh-huh.” Liam moved, careful not to press their bodies. That would have eased the building ache in Andy, but he sensed Liam wasn’t finished with him. Andy was curious to see what followed.
A kiss followed. Luscious lips teasing his, smirking playfully from one light nibble to the next, then moving to Andy’s neck where he suckled lightly. Ticklish airy zigzags flitted from his sternum to his belly.
Andy moaned, lifting his naked hips for substantial contact with…anything.
The feather stroked his balls. Liam kissed his jaw line. Exquisite torture fractured his mind into needy pools. Nipples begged for relief or more of the same, as his ass flexed on the humming intrusion. His cock, swollen and desperate, lifted so full it pulsed with a beat towards Liam’s warm body.
“Liam, I need you.”
“Soon, baby.”
“Ride me now, goddamn it,” Andy insisted.
Liam fisted their cocks in his large hand, pumping them and rolling them together until Andy twisted, eyes slammed shut. Sweat broke on Andy’s brow and chest. He thought he might explode.
Liam seemed to sense his urgency, and pushed Andy’s knee until his heel touched his ass. Balls, dick, anus open and exposed only made Andy cry out in his wordless effort to make Liam
act
.
With a sharp vibrating pop, Liam yanked the plug from Andy and swiftly slid his cock home, balls deep. Both men gasped in sudden pleasure.
“I’m bareback, baby. I gotta get a condom,” Liam grunted, trembling with his own need.
Andy loved that about him.
“Don’t,” Andy begged, wrapping his leg around Liam’s waist. “We’re committed to each other and clean. I don’t want anything between us.”
Liam’s sardonic grin twisted beautifully into place. “I hoped you’d feel that way, too.”
Andy lifted his hips, offering himself to his lover. Joined, bodies finally unfettered by latex as they shared the most intimate contact. Liam stared into Andy’s eyes, seeming to feel as Andy did, that this moment had to be etched into memory as the day they truly became one.
Liam reverently pulled almost out, then eased in. Neither of them seemed able to take it slow. Andy’s eyes glazed and his lover withdrew and thrust, growing more frenzied with each re-entry.
Andy’s cock filled Liam’s hand. He shuddered a blissful sigh. Every pound jogged his squeezed nipples and suddenly, Andy couldn’t hold back. With a shout, he erupted on Liam’s chest, gasping as his cock emptied spectacularly.
Liam rode him only a few more thrusts before he too came, filling Andy with hot spurts that made him tingle inside and out. He didn’t know if it was the warm spill or the knowledge that he’d taken his lover’s load for the first of many times to come, but it didn’t matter.
Liam was his. He knew Andy inside and out and loved him anyway.
Andy was the luckiest man on Earth.