Jory Strong - Two Spirits

Trey slapped his hand over his heart, tried for an affronted expression. “What! You think I don’t enjoy manly pursuits like decimating aluminum cans and pretending to kill people? Next you’ll be expecting me to wear pink and put on mascara.”

Tenino snickered and snaked an arm around Trey, pulling him against the front of his body. “I bet you look good in pink,” he said, pressing his lips to Trey’s, sliding his tongue in for a very thorough, very arousing kiss.

Trey groaned, rubbed his cloth-covered erection against Tenino’s. The phantom singing he’d imagined as they crossed the clearing returned, only louder this time. The drum beat in time to his heart, in time to the need pulsing through his cock.

In his mind’s eye, Trey saw the two of them standing bare-chested in this spot under a summer sky, shedding their clothing, driven by a sudden urgency to fuck after target shooting. He shivered and ran his hands over Tenino’s back.

“Damn,” Tenino said when their lips parted to allow for breath.

“Should I start begging now?” Trey asked.

Oh yeah, Tenino thought, teaching Trey how to handle a gun had definitely flipped some switches he hadn’t known were there. “Let’s get back to the cabin first,” he joked, because if he didn’t get some relief soon, he was going to be the one begging.

They packed up the guns and spent ammunition, collected the shredded aluminum cans and took down the bullet-ridden targets.

“I like it here,” Trey said as they retraced their earlier steps.

“Wait’ll you see the rest of it.” Tenino remembered Trey’s earlier question about a bookstore and wondered how far would seem too far, then shrugged it off. The internet was a great equalizer.

They stepped into the cabin. Tenino sighed when he realized that as much as he wanted sex, he couldn’t turn his back on years of training or fail to show Trey the right way to do things. “Put the guns on the kitchen table. I’ll get the cleaning kit.”

The distinctive smell of solvent and gun oil soon filled the air. Tenino loved the scent of it, usually found it relaxing, but watching Trey working the cleaning rod, thrusting it in and out of the gun barrel along with the bore brush was torture.

Erotic images crowded in, memories of the night before. Yeah, he wasn’t usually on the receiving end when it came to his partners, but the intimacy of having Trey above him, of watching Trey’s face as it showed every emotion, including how much he liked to fuck, had made it incredible, something Tenino could see himself doing, again and again.

He stood up as soon as the guns were clean. Kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt, nearly panting when he saw the heat in Trey’s cheeks, the flash of lust.

“There’s something about guys and guns,” Trey joked, sliding out of the chair and onto his knees.

Tenino nearly came when Trey finished what he’d started, unbuttoned the top button and pulled the zipper down, freed his cock so it stood full and proud, more than ready to see some action.

“Now,” Tenino managed, thoughts of making it to the bed or the thick rug in front of the fireplace gone in an instant as he thrust his fingers through Trey’s blond hair and urged him to close the distance, to suck the organ he’d so thoroughly aroused and then exposed.

“Is that an order?” Trey teased.

Tenino gasped, shuddered as heated breath followed by the quick flick of a tongue sent delirious pleasure through his shaft. “Do it,” he managed, applying pressure with his hands, promising retribution with his voice. “If I have to cuff you, you won’t be able to wear pants or sit for a week.”

Trey snickered and the sound of it made Tenino grin despite the way his cock throbbed with savage eagerness and his balls were tight, aching with the need to empty.

“Sounds like you do have a fetish for bondage,” Trey said. “Maybe I’ll even let you indulge in it.”

Whatever Tenino might have responded with was lost as Trey’s hand circled his straining length, as Trey’s mouth claimed everything his fingers didn’t. Tenino moaned, thrust. There was no thought, no chance to reclaim it. Need tangled with desperation and hope, allowed for only one response, the yielding of all control.

He panted, shuddered. Whispered Trey’s name as he fucked through a fisted hand and knew the ecstasy of masculine lips and a carnal tongue, of giving himself over to someone who seemed perfect for him, someone he was determined to keep in his life for a long time.

Tenino’s hips bucked. His thighs bunched. He tried to draw it out but Trey made it impossible.

Trey’s lips and tongue seared him. Drove him into a frenzy that could only end one way.

Tenino shouted as he came. Lava hot waves of exquisite ecstasy shot through him as jets of semen erupted, leaving him lightheaded, swaying, his heart thundering in his chest and his fingers clenched mercilessly in Trey’s hair.

“Damn.” He wished he could do better but he couldn’t. He was lucky to manage the one word.

Trey’s hot mouth left him. Pride kept Tenino from whimpering, or worse yet, passing out from the pleasure still resonating through him like a tuning fork.

“Damn, you’re good,” he said, this time managing a grin as Trey stood, face flushed, blue eyes holding knowledge and confidence, so different than what they’d held when the two of them first met.

“You make it easy.”

It seemed the most natural thing in the world to pull Trey forward, to capture the lips that had just blown him away. He tasted himself, reacted to it by hardening again, by guiding Trey to the bed.

Tenino was barely aware of sliding the handcuffs from his back pocket, of locking them onto Trey’s wrists then using a piece of cloth to secure them to the headboard.

Trey knew he should be freaked out, shocked at being tethered to the bed, his arms raised above his head, his back against the mattress. But the look on Tenino’s face, the hunger and relentless determination, the burning lust was enough to have him lifting, making it easy for Tenino to strip the jeans and underwear away.

His breath caught when Tenino opened the drawer of the nightstand, pulled out a condom and the lubricant. His anus tightened defensively, like a virgin afraid of penetration.

He noticed he was shivering, but the race of his heart, the wild pounding in his cock didn’t let him label what he was experiencing as anything other than anticipation.

Tenino dropped to his side. His shirt was unbuttoned, as was Trey’s. His eyes roved over Trey’s bare skin, caressed it with a heat that almost made Trey whimper. He moaned when Tenino’s fingers found his nipples, tightened on them, sending shards of painful pleasure to a cock already leaking.

“Payback’s a bitch,” Trey joked, only to pay the price as his balls tightened in remembrance of what it was like to lie on top of Tenino, to thrust into a tight, dark place.

“You could say that.”

Tenino’s hand moved downward, claimed Trey’s cock. He loved the way it throbbed against his palm, leaked, jerked.

Part of him wanted to lean down, suck it into his mouth and reduce Trey to mewling whimpers. But the part of him that’d cuffed Trey to the bed was after something else—complete and total submission, complete and total acceptance of the relationship being forged between them.

Yeah, he’d enjoyed letting Trey fuck him and they’d revisit the scenario again— maybe even often because he was finding he could be more flexible than he’d thought possible—but fundamentally he wasn’t wired that way. At his core he was dominant.

He wanted to be the man on top, the man shoving his cock into his partner’s ass, making him scream and come.