Jory Strong - Two Spirits

Tenino brushed his thumb over Trey’s cock head. He smeared the liquid arousal over the smooth head, silently calling himself a pervert for liking Trey’s circumcised penis, for thinking it made Trey seem more vulnerable—as if Trey’s virgin status wasn’t more than enough to bring out some primal urges.

Damn. The thought of being Trey’s first was mind-blowing.

The thought of anyone else fucking Trey was enough to make Tenino crazed, and told him more clearly than the constant erection and ever-present threat of a terminal case of blue balls that this attraction to Trey was serious, different than anything he’d ever experienced.

He’d never been the jealous type. He didn’t like to look closely at it now—but there’d been stretches in his life where a quick, anonymous fuck or blowjob suited him fine.

No names. No commitments. Nothing except a physical release that didn’t involve his own fisted hand.

Tenino wrapped his fingers around his own cock. He slid up and down, worked his penis in the same rhythm he worked Trey’s and seriously thought about letting go and coating Trey’s belly with come.

He reduced Trey to writhing, begging. But truth be told, he brought himself close to doing the same.

How torqued was that? Trey was the one in cuffs while he was the one who was supposed to be in control.

Tenino just about lost it when Trey willingly spread his legs, started begging to be fucked. It took heroic effort to release Trey’s cock, then his own, so he could squeeze lubricant onto his fingers.

Trey jerked when Tenino pressed lubricant-coated fingers to the tight ring of his anus. “You could have warmed the stuff up first,” he joked in an effort to hide his sudden nervousness.

“It’ll warm up soon enough,” Tenino said, eyes so fierce they reminded Trey of a bird of prey. “Bear down. Push out.”

Trey’s cheeks flamed but he complied. He moaned as Tenino breached him, opened him, stretched and prepared him, Tenino’s fingers finding a place Trey hadn’t known could be the source of so much pleasure and stroking over it until he was panting, fighting the restraints.

He almost cried out when Tenino rolled away. But his heart rate sped up as he watched Tenino put on a condom.

Nervousness dimmed the haze of passion. Trey shivered when Tenino settled on top of him, pressed a condom-encased cock head to his entrance.

His buttocks clenched protectively while his penis pulsed in eagerness, responding to the expression on Tenino’s face, the determination. “Don’t fight it,” Tenino said, his fingers going to Trey’s nipple, tightening hard enough to make Trey moan and ache for something more.

Trey forced himself to relax, to push out as Tenino pushed in. It was exquisite, nearly unbearable. Earth-shattering.

He tugged against the restraints. He used them to keep from tensing up again even as he wished his hands were free so he could spear his fingers through Tenino’s hair.

Trey shook as inch by inch Tenino slid into him, took him. Only Tenino’s hand returning to Trey’s cock, taking control of it, kept him from coming before Tenino was all the way in.

No erotic fantasy could compete with the sight of Tenino above him, his face a mask of agonized pleasure, his tanned body coated in a thin layer of sweat, straining to go slow rather than to give in to the urge to fuck.

There was no going back. No return to denial.

Trey felt disgust in himself for all the years he’d wasted. For the lie he’d lived and the dishonesty he’d brought to his relationships with women. But he didn’t wallow in self-recrimination. There was no point in it and on some level, he knew all the choices of his past had led to this moment, this man.

“Kiss me,” Trey managed, wanting the ultimate intimacy, needing it, knowing he was lost when Tenino’s lips touched his, when their tongues tangled as Tenino forged deeper and deeper.

Sensation rode Trey. Emotion consumed him. Hope overwhelmed him.

He was helpless, the handcuffs only symbolic. He wanted Tenino, now and forever.

One moan after another followed as Tenino began thrusting. Trey couldn’t have fought the pleasure even if he’d wanted to. Nothing had ever felt as good, as right as having Tenino on top of him, fucking him, finally letting him come before coming himself.

The sound of rapid breathing filled the air. Beneath it a phantom drumbeat echoed and raced in time to Trey’s heart.

He forced his eyes open and found Tenino’s face inches above his. Their gazes held as Tenino’s cock softened inside Trey, neither of them speaking, as if they both wanted to hang on to the closeness and delay the moment when their physical connection would end.

“You okay?” Tenino finally asked, his voice whisper-soft, rough-edged.

“Yeah. Better than okay.”

“Good.” Tenino dipped his head, planted a quick kiss on Trey’s lips before rolling to his feet and disposing of the condom then freeing Trey from the handcuffs.

“I need a shower,” Trey said, grinning as he sat up. “So does the sheriff know you use police-issue equipment like that?”

“I got a little carried away,” Tenino admitted, his face reddening just enough to make it totally endearing to Trey.

“Well, I won’t say anything,” Trey managed with a straight face. “But I’m thinking my silence should come at a price.”

“Oh yeah?”

The rough dark edge to Tenino’s voice had Trey’s cock stirring, ready to harden again. “Yeah. Like next time you’re in the mood to play a little bondage game, you’re the one who gets cuffed.”

White teeth flashed in a face made erotically savage by the look in Tenino’s eyes. “Any time you think you can take me down, go for it.”

Heat coursed through Trey. Images of wrestling naked, fighting for the dominant position had him taking himself in hand.

Tenino’s cock hardened in response. His hand mimicked Trey’s, slid from base to tip. Made Trey want to go down on his knees the way he’d done when they’d finished with the guns.

“I thought you were hot to get to the nearest bookstore,” Tenino said, the rough timber of his voice like a phantom hand reaching inside Trey, stroking.

It took Trey a second to remember asking where the closest bookstore was when they’d finished shooting. He circled his cock head with his thumb, rubbed over the slit, challenged. “Guess it can wait until this gets old.”

Tenino snorted, leaned down and found Trey’s testicles with his free hand, took possession and made Trey gasp as pleasure spiked through him. “You think this could ever get old?”

Trey fought the urge to flop backward, to cant his hips and spread his legs. One fuck and he already felt like an addict where Tenino was concerned.

The phone rang, saving him from himself though he shuddered, ached when Tenino’s hand left him.

“To be continued,” Tenino said, pressing a quick kiss to Trey’s lips. “That’s probably Tekoa checking to make sure everything’s okay. If we’re staying here, one of us should bring in some of the wood stacked outside so I can get the fire going in the fireplace. It’ll cut down on how long the generator has to run later to charge the batteries.”

Trey laughed but stood so he could get dressed. “One of us being the poor city slicker who you think doesn’t know how to deal with a fire in the fireplace.”

“Do you?”

“How hard can it be?” Trey said, choosing those particular words with care.

Tenino’s grin made heat flare in Trey’s chest. “Good question. We’ll have to see just how hard things can get.”

Tenino walked to the desk, totally at ease with his nakedness. Trey remained motionless, unable to look away from the firm muscles and autumn-brown skin of the man he hoped would be his first lover, and his last.