“Me too,” Lee said, “but only out here. I don’t play games in the bedroom.”
Michael smiled, finding it far easier than he would have expected to ignore the half-finished leather flogger sitting on the chair across the room.
Lee rummaged in the cabinet next to the fireplace and came back with the game. “This will be easier around the table than here on the couch.”
“Let’s go,” Michael said with a grin.
They set the game up and settled down to play.
Three hours later, Michael admitted defeat. “This is something else! It’s going to take some getting used to. I want a rematch tomorrow.”
“You’re on,” Lee said, putting the game pieces back in the box. “Do you want something to drink before bed? Some coffee? Anything?”
Michael shook his head, rising and following Lee to the game cabinet. When Lee turned around from putting the game away, he turned right into Michael’s arms. “I’m far more interested in bed than in drinking.”
“Are you sure?” Lee asked.
“I’m sure.”
“My room’s upstairs,” Lee invited, but Michael made no move to back away and let Lee show him the way. He simply leaned into the other man’s body, pinning him to the cabinet with his weight. Their lips met tenderly, their first kiss of the evening, brushing back and forth as the shadow of their beards rubbed against each other. The gentle contact wasn’t enough for long. Michael parted his lips in invitation. Last weekend, he had taken control of their interactions, but tonight he was in the mood to give rather than take. Lee’s tongue explored his lips and teeth carefully, with that same attention to detail he gave to everything else, and Michael relaxed. Even now, Lee was asking, exploring, rather than taking. The last of Michael’s hesitations fled as he stood still and let Lee ravish his mouth.
The kiss continued for what seemed like forever, until Michael could barely breathe with the joy of it. Lee broke the kiss, his breath as rushed as Michael’s. “Let me take you to bed, baby?”
Michael nodded, stepping away enough for Lee to slip free and pull him toward the stairs. Like the lower level, the second floor was decorated in turn-of-the-century style, but Michael didn’t take the time to look closer than that. He had far more interest in the man leading him down the hall. Lee switched on the light, revealing the master bedroom, the pale blues of the walls and bedspread cool and comforting. This was a safe room, a comfortable room. Michael moved easily into Lee’s arms at the foot of the bed, renewing the kiss from downstairs with eager passion. Lee responded in kind, his hands beginning to explore the rest of Michael’s body, running up and down his back and finally over his backside, pulling Michael closer into the cradle of Lee’s hips so their burgeoning erections rubbed together through the layers of their clothes. Michael groaned into the kiss, suddenly resenting anything that kept him from his lover’s body. He pulled back to unbutton his shirt, but Lee caught his hands.
“Don’t rush,” Lee said.
Michael groaned in protest, but he stopped what he was doing and ceded control to Lee again.
Lee took over the task, unbuttoning the top button on Michael’s shirt and tracing the deep vee with the tip of one finger. Michael squirmed in Lee’s embrace, the touch so light it almost tickled. Lee freed another button and bent so he could kiss the uncovered patch of skin. His teeth tugged gently at the hairs that poked free. “I love a hairy chest,” Lee said, looking up and meeting Michael’s eyes. “I always hated my smooth skin until I realized how good it felt against a thick pelt.”
“I’m glad,” Michael said hoarsely. “So when am I going to get to feel that again?”
“Soon,” Lee promised, undoing another button and rubbing his cheek against Michael’s sternum. The slow unveiling had the desired effect on Michael. His body already ached with erotic tension, but his heart and mind felt the deliberate care instead, relaxing into the caresses and the moment, as surely Lee had intended.
Finally, Lee had the last button undone, Michael’s shirt hanging open. Lee stripped his polo shirt off over his head quickly and pressed his lips to Michael’s navel, slithering his way up to standing again, his chest rubbing against Michael’s the entire time. Michael groaned as Lee’s lips crashed down on his again, all patience suddenly gone. He clutched frantically at Lee’s hips, trying to keep his balance beneath the onslaught, but Lee was having none of it. He spun Michael around and tipped him backwards onto the bed.
“Fuck,” Michael gasped as the movement broke their kiss. His body pulsed with need, his thoughts scattering before the rising passion, and with it, his ability for coherent speech. “Please.”
“Soon,” Lee promised, kneeling between Michael’s legs to strip off his shoes, socks, and pants, leaving Michael naked before his new lover for the first time.
Michael had a moment of worry that he wouldn’t meet Lee’s approval, but the look on Lee’s face put that notion to rest immediately. Lee looked like a kid in a candy shop, and Michael was his desired treat. Wanting to keep Lee’s face in sight, Michael pushed up on one elbow, waiting to see what Lee would do next.
To Michael’s surprise, Lee lifted one of his feet and set it on a jeans-clad thigh, tracing over Michael’s instep with gentle fingers.
“Careful,” Michael gasped. “I’m ticklish there.”
Lee added a little pressure to the caress so it stopped tickling. Michael relaxed into the touch again and shivered as the firmer touch sent tingles up his leg to his groin. He’d never known his feet were so erogenous. Like with everything else, though, Lee seemed a step ahead of him, massaging his legs in all the right places until Michael was sure he couldn’t feel any better. Lee’s hands kept working, though, adding sensation upon sensation.
Finally, Lee set Michael’s foot back on the floor, only to pick up the other one and repeat his attentions on the other side. Michael bit back another plea, trying to relax and let Lee take his time, but he felt like he’d explode if he didn’t come soon. Right now, in fact. It would be easy enough to reach for his aching cock, but he didn’t want the pleasure to be self-delivered. He wanted Lee’s hands on him, or better yet Lee’s mouth.
As if reading his mind, Lee suddenly swept down on Michael’s cock, sucking it deep until the tip hit the back of his throat. Michael tried to call out a warning as the unexpected heat and pressure pushed him over the edge, but the words didn’t make it past his lips. Lee didn’t seem to care, though, licking and sucking at Michael’s shaft until it finished twitching.
Michael slumped back on the bed, panting as the stimulation continued, keeping him hard despite his climax. “What?” he managed to gasp.
Lee lifted his head, his hand taking over the caresses. “You didn’t think once would be enough, did you?”
“Once is all I’m usually good for,” Michael admitted.
Lee smiled. “Then you’re in for a treat. Trust me?”
Michael groaned, the promise in Lee’s voice enough to have him turned on again already. Not to mention that with Lee’s hand stroking him so intimately, he didn’t seem to be softening.
“Yes.”
“Good. Lie back and relax,” Lee urged. “Give me half an hour, and I’ll make you come again.”
“And what are we going to do for half an hour?” Michael asked, only half teasing.
“I’m going to make you feel good,” Lee said.
Michael moaned in delight at the thought, but his innate sense of fairness protested. “Shouldn’t I make you feel good too?”
“You will,” Lee promised. “When you let me inside you, it will feel amazing, even through the condom.”
Michael wasn’t sure that was enough, but Lee’s hand moved with more purpose along his erection, stealing Michael’s breath again. His other hand slid up Michael’s stomach to his chest, tangling in the thick hair in search of his nipples. Finding them, Lee tweaked and pinched at them, keeping the stimulation constant and distracting.
Michael’s eyes closed, the lids too heavy to stay open beneath the onslaught of sensation. He undulated on the bed, completely uncaring of how wanton or needy his movements made him appear. Lee’s hands never paused, so he obviously wasn’t disturbed by the show.
Michael’s eyes flew open when he felt cool fingers press against his entrance. He had no idea where Lee had gotten the lube, but he spread his legs wider.
“Roll over,” Lee murmured, kissing the inside of Michael’s thigh.
Michael rolled onto his stomach, moving at Lee’s urging to the middle of the bed. He looked back over his shoulder at his lover, still dressed from the waist down, kneeling between his legs. One hand settled reassuringly in the small of Michael’s back while the other delved into his crease. Michael pulled one knee up to the side, letting the new position part his cheeks and put his hole on display. If the sudden groan from Lee was any indication, the posture met his approval. Michael smiled and lifted his butt invitingly.
Lee nipped at one curved cheek. “Behave yourself.”
“Why?” Michael quipped.
“Because you’re too tempting already,” Lee said softly, “and if I get inside you too soon, I won’t be able to hold back until you can come again.”
Michael shivered at the thought of Lee fucking him to completion. “I’ll be good,” he promised.
Lee’s fingers found their target again, playing teasingly around the edge of Michael’s entrance until he thought he’d go wild with the sensation. Only when he was squirming and pushing back against Lee’s fingers did the other man finally work one inside him, no more than to the first knuckle, slipping in and out until Michael sobbed out his need.
As if that were the signal Lee had been waiting for, suddenly the finger went deeper, probing the walls of Michael’s passage until he cried out again at the pressure on his prostate. A second finger joined the first, but Michael was too far gone to do more than register the stretch in passing as Lee massaged his sweet spot with unerring skill, leaving Michael feeling like he could come again any second. Lee didn’t let him, though, always backing off when he felt his release nearing. “Please,” Michael begged. “Fuck me already.”
The sound of foil tearing had never been so welcome. The fingers disappeared for a moment, to be replaced by the blunt tip of Lee’s cock. Michael almost asked to roll over, wanting to see Lee’s face as they made love, but then Lee filled him, and Michael changed his mind. He didn’t want Lee to pull away for anything, even that. There would be other opportunities, maybe even this weekend, to make love face to face. For now, he needed to come, almost as badly as if his previous climax had never happened.
Lee seemed to sense his urgency, rocking into him steadily, rhythmically. Michael pushed up to meet each thrust, moving up onto his elbows to give him a greater range of motion. Lee’s hands closed around his hips, helping him keep his balance as they moved with greater force, the bedsprings creaking beneath them as they strove for release.
Every thrust of Lee’s cock across Michael’s prostate added to that need, a little jolt of pleasure that built and built and built until he thought he couldn’t stand it anymore. The brush of the sheets along his shaft as he moved was almost unbearable, another layer of stimulation on already over-stimulated flesh.
His elbows gave out as a particularly powerful thrust forced his climax out of him. He grunted as Lee lost control behind him, thrusting erratically now until he finally collapsed across Michael’s back. They lay like that for several moments until the stickiness beneath Michael grew uncomfortable and the necessity of dealing with the condom became urgent. Lee rolled to the side, pulling Michael with him even as he withdrew.