Hades and his Lover (Pt. 4)

Note: I kinda like this. Ending is weak, but I like it.

The Story of Hades and his Lover
Part 4

Years seemed to pass like nothing. The only indication that it was passing at all were the types of people that descended from the middle-world. I had only been returned to the arms of Hades for what seemed a few mere moments before I found myself suddenly whisked away from him again.
This time however, it was not his former wives doing. Hades no longer allowed Persephone within the castle walls and so she was banished to a villa property situated especially for her along the River Styx. As far as I knew, Hades refused to speak to her, but that did not seem to bother him. They had rarely spoken even as a married couple –divorce between them should not have been much different.
This time, I was not cursed to a mortal life either, although looking back on it, I think that would have been better –another insufferable twenty years without my Master. It also makes me wonder what was so wrong with Hades’ security that I was so easily stolen from him not once, but twice. I was kidnapped a second time while gathering pomegranates from the garden outside for our chambers.
A thick burlap material went over my head and the basket of fruits fell to the ground, hitting my feet. Several sets of hands pulled my hands behind me, wrapping a thick rope around them, followed by my feet, pulling me to the ground. The sack was tightened over my eyes as it lifted to expose my mouth, and a glass lip was pressed against my mouth.
“Drink it.” An unfamiliar voice hissed into my ear, little claws seeming to dig into my shoulder, a slithering tongue lapping up my neck as the glass tilted a hot liquid pouring into my mouth, which I drank –not entirely sure of what it was, but positive that worse things would happen to me if I didn’t do as these creatures asked.
“Take him back to the boss.” The voice hissed again, and several more claws wrapped around my arms after the sack had been brought back down over my face and another rope was wrapped around my neck. My feet lifted from the ground, and I made an attempt to shake free, but their claws dug into my skin, and my voice didn’t carry very far before a palm hit the back of my head.
It was not very much longer before I dumped on a cold stone floor, sprawling onto my side.
“Hey! I told you to be careful with him!” This voice I recognized but could not quite place.
“Sorry,” The voice from before jeered. “It couldn’t be helped.”
“Bastards –get out of here.”
“Excuse me, Oh Mightiest One, but there is a little matter of payment?”
“Fuck off –I already did as you asked. Get out of here before I change my mind about letting you all go free.” There was a loud clanking and a sly cackle as the creatures disappeared before I could even place what they were. Rough, but gentle hands undid the ropes around my feet, and my first instinct was to kick out at him –who ever he was.
“Whoa.” The hands were off me now, but an unseen force was holding me down. “Is that any way to treat your savior?”
“Who the hell are you?” I asked, relaxing. His hands untied the bounds at my wrists, and I batted him away as he tried to undo the knot around my neck, untying it myself.
“Oh, Marius…I would have thought you’d know me. We’ve met many times.” The thick blonde hair and chiseled features came into view. Zeus.
My first instinct was to bring myself to my knees and bow, ashamed for having behaved so badly in front of him, “My apologies –I did not realize or I would never have-- …Wait, why did you bring me here? Especially like that!” I looked up, angry.
Zeus laughed, “How else would I have gotten Hades’ pride and joy to Mount Olympus?” His hands touched my shoulders, and he brought his lips to mine. My mouth felt warm, and I could tell that he was working some kind of magic on me. My hands pushed on his chest, but he was of course much stronger then I was. It was like trying to break down a brick wall with your bare fists.
“I do not understand.” I whispered, not liking the way he had kissed me –just another sign to me that Hades was the only man I would ever want. “What is the meaning of all of this?”
“I’ll admit,” Zeus stood, moving away to pour some wine into a golden goblet. “I was a little surprised that my older brother would take a male lover –and that he hid it from all of us for so long! It really just shows how sly the old boy really is.” He turned back to me, pushing the goblet into my hands. “Oh, and don’t worry about going incorporeal here. That kiss I just gave you made a little more…flesh-and-blood then my brother could have managed.”
“So, you know about Hades and I. What does that have to do with anything?”
Zeus knelt in front of me again, “Do you know where you are, Marius?”
“No.”
“You’re in a very, very private set of chambers; my chambers, actually. I trust you are not so daft that you do not realize what that means?”
“You want to have sex with me.” I looked up at him, and he grinned.
“You have always been so smart, Marius. I noticed you the very first time that Hades brought you here.” His fingers pulled through my hair. “Do you want to know what I like most about you, Marius?”
“No, but you will tell me anyway.” I still had not drunk from the goblet he had handed me.
He laughed softly, the tips of his fingers trailing down my face, “I like how much you look like me. Hades probably saw that when he picked you, you know.” He nuzzled his face against my throat. “I guess you could say that I’m jealous of you.”
“Excuse me?”
He looked up again, “My brother only came to me one time, when he was frustrated with you. I didn’t know that it was you, of course…but he was frustrated with his lover. I assumed it was Persephone.” His lips touched mine again. “You taste of pomegranate.”
“Well, it is our main food staple in the Underworld.” I was not trying to be sarcastic, but it still came out in that kind of tone, and Zeus laughed again.
“Are you going to drink that wine? It’s not poisoned you know –besides, you’re already dead. …Go on, drink up.” He tapped the bottom of the goblet until I tasted it. “Is it to your liking?”
“It is very good,” I nodded. “But I do not usually drink grape-wines.”
Zeus nodded, taking the goblet away, “So, Marius…what say you?”
“About what, my lord?”
He leaned close to me, his breath warm against my ear, “Having sex with me, of course.” His arm wrapped around my waist, pressing a palm against my back. “Hmm, you’re so cold...it would warm you up.”
“If I say no, what would you do?” I asked, looking up at him. I did not exactly appreciate being kidnapped, manhandled, and then having to act as though I was having a jolly-old time. The answer to his question was no. I did not want to have sex with him. His kisses so far made my stomach churn –and not in a good way. His breath smelled and tasted of ambrosia. His muscles were broad and rippling, so much unlike my thin and lean Master. He seemed heavy, never shifting his strength. He knew what he wanted, and was more then happy to just do what he wanted before discarding of whatever it was. He may have made a pseudo-heart beat within my chest, but that did not make me appreciate him.
Zeus took his time answering me, brushing hair from my forehead, before shrugging, “Honestly?”
“Yes, honestly. I think I deserve that much seeing as how you not only ordered bizarre creatures to trespass Hades’ kingdom to kidnap me, but are now holding me here against my will… I want to hear it from your mouth that you are going to rape me.” I nodded at his shocked expression. “Do you really think I’m that stupid? Of course I know what you’re going to do to me –but I want to hear it.”
His smile was soft and ironic, “Okay, Marius. That’s exactly what I plan on doing to you.” He shifted on top of me, pushing me back into the cold stone floor. “If you say no, I’m going to rape you –as many times as it takes until you’re begging me to stop. I’m sure you have a very pretty begging voice.”
“I do not do masochism, Zeus. How long do you think it will be until Hades finds me again?”
“Are you kidding me? I’m counting on him finding you here. I want to see that hurt look on his face as he pulls you, broken and bloody, from me and holds you.”
“You are sick.”
“Oh, Marius…Are you going to not be any fun at all?” His hands tore the fabric from my chest, pulling it away and letting it fall in two pieces from his fingers on either side of us. “Am I going to have to call in further reinforcements?”
“I don’t care what you do to me,” I shook my head.
“Why are you angry?” Zeus murmured, kissed me softly. “I just wanted to make you scream a little… Don’t tell me you never tire of being with the same man every night for all these millennia?”
“No, I have never tired of him.”
“Well, aren’t you the perfect fucking couple?” It was not a second and I found my cheek pushed into the stone floor, my knees tucked under my chest. My trousers were ripped from my body, and an involuntary scream erupting from my throat as he pushed inside of me. No warning and no preparation at all; it just this huge mass filling me, seeming to rip me open. I was certain I was bleeding –just as he had wanted.
His voice was cool in my ear again, not at all gentle in his manner as his fingers gripped my hips, “That’s right, cry out. Scream like a little girl.” His member slid in and out of me now, lubricated by blood. I bit my lip, not able to stop the high-pitched moans, but able to stop most of the cries from passing my lips. Giving into him would be playing his game, and playing his game would not keep him interested –if he wasn’t interested he would probably just discard of me and I’m not sure what that meant doing in Olympus.
His hands reached between my thighs, stroking a hand along my member, which was hardening, much to my own dismay. His warm hands slid up and down, his thumb stroking the tip, sliding under the foreskin and touching the smooth head, and I moaned. I could not help myself –hands are hands, and as much as I hated to enjoy this brute’s skin on mine, his own phallus still rocketing in and out of my hole, it was like I had to find something else to focus on, and it might as well have been my own pleasure.
“Hmm, so you do like it; naughty boy.” Zeus’s lips pressed against my back, and he grunted, bringing one of my hands to my member. “Go on…stroke yourself.” He pulled my knees apart slightly before his hands went back to my hips, pounding harder now.
He had just finished, unloading what felt like a pint of his seed into my rectum, still softly pushing in and out, still hard but softening inside of me. My own seed had splattered across the flagstone, but my hand still slid along my appendage. I was not sure if I would be reprimanded or not. Finally, he slid out for the last time, come oozing out after him, mixing with the blood to slide down my thighs. I choked in the back of my throat, as he rolled over onto the floor, watching the fluids pool onto the floor at my knees. I started to sit up, but Zeus reached out a hand.
“You don’t want to do that just yet.” He leaned on his elbow. “Besides, I’m not done with you yet. Just because I’m not hard, doesn’t mean I don’t want to continue playing with you.”
“Why? You had your fun –let me go.” I watched him pull himself up from the floor, noticing for the first time that somewhere along the line he had pulled off his own clothes as well.
Zeus laughed, “Silly boy. I don’t kidnap someone just to have sex with them once –besides, now that you’re loose and open, I want to keep you that way.” He lifted my chin to press a rough, unsavory kiss to my lips.

A few hours later –a short time span, felt like years had actually passed. Zeus had tied me bent over a curved chest. The ropes ate into my wrists and ankles, tied to the floor. A fabric gag filled my mouth, although I doubted that anyone would hear me cry out while he was gone anyway, and a set of heavy metal rings were placed uncomfortably around my scrotum and erect phallus, pinched awkwardly against the wooden chest. He had left me this way, donning his clothing again to attend to some “business”, promising to be back soon with a hard spank across my ass.
“Ah, you’re still here.” I rolled my eyes at him as he reentered the room –as if I had a choice in the matter. “I see you haven’t been devising plans to escape yet. He ran his hands over my backside. “You’ve also healed quite quickly as well –that’s good. I won’t be so rough with you again.” He pressed his lips to my cheek, removing the gag from my mouth.
“Well, thanks for all of your consideration.” I spat.
“Hmm…If you’re just going to talk mean to me, maybe I should put in the ball-gag?” His fingers traced under my chin, tilting my face backwards to look at him. “Or perhaps, I should just get off to your disagreement, and blindfold you instead? I’ve always been kind of a sucker for a boy who can’t see what’s happening to him.”
“I can not see you anyway.” I wrenched my face out of his hands. “Just do whatever it is that you plan on doing to me.”
“Would it make you feel better if you knew that your lover is at this very moment pounding his way into my castle? It seems he is unusually upset with me –I mean, I’ve only kidnapped you for a few hours. He acts as though we are children and you are his favorite toy. I haven’t broken you; not yet anyway.”
“Pig.”
“Aw, don’t be like that.” Zeus coaxed, pressing a finger to my lips. “Here, wet this for me.” I resisted the temptation to bite him as my lips parted, my tongue swirling around his finger. His hands tasted bitter, like acetone, and tried not to think about it as he pulled his hand away, rubbing the dampened finger along the crevice of my backside. He continued to talk as he probed it inside of me, much gentler this time then he had been before, when he had been testing to see how far my limits went.
“How long do you think it will be until my dear brother finally breaks through my barriers and catches us here?”
“Catches us?” I exclaimed, scoffing. “Catches you, you mean; I am tied to the floor, and am in no way a willing party. As for your question, it would depend on how much you have pissed him off.”
“You know, you used to be such a quiet boy…” Zeus’s finger pushed a little more roughly inside. “Maybe I should just gag you again?”
I turned quiet, resting my forehead against the chest, not surprised when Zeus replaced his fingers with his member, this time lubricated by something I could not see –but luckily, he was not looking to rip me open again. No, this time he wanted a smooth ride, one good fuck before my lover broke up his party; and it did not seem like there was anything I could do about it.
“Play along, Marius.” He used his ‘enticing’ voice, pressing his lips against my back, his hips colliding with my ass every few seconds. “Make some noise. It’s no fun if you aren’t getting anything at all out of this.”
“How am I supposed to get anything out of this when you have got my dick and balls clamped?” I snapped at him.
“Ooh, is that American wit I detect? I’d heard that Persephone had you reincarnated, but who knew that any of it would stick with you into your second afterlife.” Zeus taunted, his hands gripping the edges of the trunk, under my arms, shifting everything noisily back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. I grunted, my member rubbing against the (luckily) smooth wooden surface, making me even harder, the rings becoming further restrictive.
“That’s right…a little bit louder now.” He coaxed with his mouth next to my ear.
“Fuck,” I groaned, pressing my lips against the trunk and biting my tongue. He was just beginning to orgasm, warm come seeping into my insides when the chamber door was thrown open.
“You bastard!” I recognized Hades voice and I groaned –hoping that he could have waited a few more minutes. I had not wanted him to see this. I felt him pull Zeus off, and heard a loud crack as he slapped him.
“Ow! That actually hurt!” There was another slight crick, and I was certain that Hade’s slap had turned his neck in a way that would have killed anyone else. I also felt a wave of remorse that I hadn’t been able to see it. “What in the name of Olympus has gotten into you?”
“Excuse me? Are you actually asking me that question? Untie him, right now!” Hades ordered. I felt Zeus’s hands at my feet, casting aside the ropes, and Hades knelt down in front of me, lifting my face.
“Oh Marius…” He kissed me softly. “Are you hurt?”
I murmured softly, “It is more humiliating then painful, Master.”
“Don’t worry,” He kissed me again, licking my lips. “I’ll fix this.”
“Fix what?” Zeus scoffed, folding his arms over his chest, watching Hades lift me up, sitting me on the chest in front of him, and inspecting me.
“Get this off of him.” He tugged on the rings, finding that they would not crumble at his touch. “What is this; you really are a sick bastard, you know that?”
Zeus sighed, “Are you sure I can touch him? You might want to back up –he’s been hard for a pretty long time, he’s probably just going to erupt.”
Hades stood up, crossing his arms and looking harshly at his younger brother, “Get them off.”
“Okay!” Zeus moved behind me, reaching around my waist to press the sides of the top ring, and I could not hold back the groan, pre-come seeping from the tip. He took an extra moment to look up at Hades, “You sure you want this to come off? I mean, you’ve got to admit…he looks really fuck-able like this.” Hade’s glare prompted him to quickly release the second ring, groaning inwardly as more come trickled down my appendage.
“Now get out,” Hades pointed to the door.
“Excuse me? This is my house!” Zeus argued.
“I don’t care –get the hell out of this room before I crack open your skull. Who knows, maybe we’ll find another daughter inside?” Hades scoffed, at Zeus’s sexual exploits.
“Fine, I’ll go.” Zeus picked up his clothes from the floor, “But I don’t appreciate being ordered from my own bedroom, like I was a child or something, Brother.”
“Maybe you should have thought about that before kidnapping and raping my lover, Brother.” Hades watched Zeus leave, wincing as he slammed the large doors closed behind him. He waited for a moment to make sure that he was really gone before kneeling in front of me again.
“Are you okay?” He asked, brushing his fingers over my forehead. “You’re all sweaty and dirty…” He looked down between my thighs. “Is that blood?”
“Probably,” I shrugged.
He traced a finger around the tip of my member, “Does it hurt?”
I groaned, “Do not do that…please, Master?”
“You’re hard, aren’t you? Did you like it?” He looked up, his finger still tracing soft circles, teasing me. “You can tell me if he was better then I am.”
“No!” I shook my head, vehemently. “I did not like it, Master! How could you even thing that I would like something like that! I can not help that I got...excited, but I did not want to!”
“I know,” He whispered, kissing me. “I am just teasing you.”
“Do not tease me about such things,” I sighed. “What took you so long to get here?”
“Well…It took me a bit before I even realized you were gone. We really do need more help at the palace…Then I can keep you under my scrutinizing eye every moment.” He lapped his tongue along the underside of my appendage and I groaned, pushing on his shoulders. He looked up, his tongue still on me. “Why do you not want me to do this, Marius?”
“Because…because it is dirty. It is like…like a left over. I do not want you picking at Zeus’s scraps.”
“Nonsense,” He shook his head. “You are my main course –just because Zeus tried to steal you, doesn’t mean that I don’t want the desert any less.”
“…This is silly.” I shook my head. “Let us just go home.”
“You’re still hard,” He coaxed, kissing me. “Would you feel better if I were too?”
“No,” I shook my head. “That is not what this is about, Master.”
“Are you angry with me for not noticing you were gone sooner?”
“No.”
“Marius, you know that I hate that this happened just as much as you do. I was your only one for thousands of years, and all of a suddenly my younger brother has violated you. You have no idea how badly I feel for you… I know that he didn’t take care of you. Not the way I do at any rate; so please…let me? You’re already so close anyway…”
I took a moment before nodding, “Okay…okay, fine.”
He smiled, licking his tongue up my shaft again before engulfing his mouth over it. His lips were soft, and his tongue coaxed the underside softly. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me deeper into his mouth.
“Shit, Marius…” He wiped his mouth a moment later, his fingertips rubbing circles against my stomach, as I leaned backwards over the trunk. “I think that rivals something you’d get out of me.” He grinned, pulling me forward, cradling me in his arms as he pressed another kiss to his lips. “Should we go home now?”
I nodded against his chest.
“Where are your clothes?”
“I do not know. Torn up in a corner somewhere, I think.” I lifted my head to stare into his eyes. He stared back, looking angry –but not at me. He sighed, standing up, removing his cloak, and wrapping it around my shoulders.
“Come on, lets get out of here.” He lifted me up, wrapping an arm around my waist, holding me close as he lead me out of Zeus’s chambers and off of Mount Olympus.


It was a few days later and Hades still refused to let me leave bed.
“Master,” I sighed, nuzzling against his collar. “When are you going to let me leave this bed?”
“Never,” He retorted, stroking his fingers through my hair. “You’re going to stay right here where I can see you every waking moment –and feel you next to me every moment we’re asleep.”
I sighed, “Master...this is implausible. I am not dumb –do you really think I could get kidnapped or something again?” He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Master!”
He sighed heavily, turning on his shoulder, “You want to leave this room?”
“Yes, I am growing bored.” I kissed him softly. “I miss doing my normal work.”
He scoffed, “This is your normal work now…looking pretty for me, and succumbing to any kind of pleasure I may want to devise from you.”
I narrowed my eyes at him playfully, “Master, I know that isn’t what you really want… You want to see me hard at work, perhaps some light laundry where you can take the warm sheets from my hands and wrap them around us.” I raised an eyebrow suggestively at him.
“I can do that now.” He replied, brushing hair from my forehead. “Are you sure that you’re alright?”
I nodded, “Of course I am –besides this fake-heart beat in my chest driving me a little crazy…” Hades smiled, and I rolled my eyes.
“I like it…it’s the one nice thing my brother has ever done.” Hades kissed my lips, then under my chin. “It lets me pretend for awhile that we’re, you know…normal.”
“You don’t have a heart-beat.” I reminded him.
He nodded, “You’re right, I don’t…but that doesn’t matter. I can still listen to yours now.” He pushed me back into the pillows, laying his ear against my chest.
I looked down at him, sighing again, “Master, this doesn’t make me not want to leave this room any less… Please, can’t we at least go somewhere else in the castle?”
He sighed, looking up at me, “Prove to me that you are again the picture of health.”
“What do you want?” I raised an eyebrow. “You want me to make love to you? And here I thought I was tainted, and you wouldn’t want to touch me anymore.”
He scoffed, “I would never feel that way! –But no, that’s not what I want.”
“What then?”
“Stand up…take off your clothes.” He pushed me towards the edge of the bed. I sighed, complying with him, tossing my shirt first onto the foot of the bed, followed by the short trousers I wore. I spread my arms, shrugging.
“See, I’m fine.”
“You have bruises on your hips.” He pointed out.
“But they don’t hurt.” I sighed.
“Turn around.” He spun a finger in the air, motioning for his command. I sighed, turning around, and crossing my arms over my chest. “Bend over.”
“Master!” I whipped my head around, and he laughed.
“Do it…go on.” He slid across the bed, sitting on the edge of it, putting his hands on my thighs.
I took a moment before complying, touching my hands against my shins.
He groaned, lapping his tongue at my opening, “Gorgeous.”
“Does this mean I can leave the room?” I asked.
“Not yet.” He stroked his fingers along my member, before turning me back towards him. “I think we’ve got a bit of business to do first –then we’ll see about leaving the room.”
“Master…” I sighed.
“Shh,” He shook his head, pressing a finger to my lips, wrapping his arm a little more tightly around my waist. “Don’t argue…you want this too, I can tell.” He pressed his mouth to my stomach. “That’s what I like about you, you can never hide how you feel from me.” He put his mouth over my member and I groaned, raking my fingers over his hair.
“Master,” I pushed him back onto the bed, kneeling over top of him. “You are being insufferable.”
He hummed, kissing my lips, his fingers clasping behind my neck, “I like it when you take the initiative. –I like that little growling sound you make when you’re frustrated too.” He smiled.
“Frustrated does not even begin to cover it.” I sighed.
“Are you going to do it then?” Hades taunted, reaching between our bodies and starting to unbutton his shirt. “You were just saying not to long ago how it had been such a long time since you got to do the penetrating.”
“Just because I’m on top of you doesn’t mean I have any plans to do that…You do need to take your pants off though.”
He nodded, lifting his hips to slid them down, kicking them to the floor, “Better?”
“Much,” I agreed, kissing him again.
“So,” He folded his hands behind his head, watching me descend over his phallus. “What’s your plan?”
“Ummm...” I looked up at him. “Well, first I’m going to make you hard, because it is really not any fun at all if you are not.”
“And you seem to be taking on that task pretty well,” He raised an eyebrow at him, and I looked away from him, concentrating more on my task until his fingers dug into my shoulders, a silent signal that I should pull away before he erupted. He pulled me back to his mouth to kiss me before brushing his fingers down my torso. “Okay…that’s done –and quite spectacularly. You’re very talented, Marius.”
“I was taught by the best,” I teased him. “And I have had a lot of practice.”
“Tease,” He scoffed. I shrugged, wrapping a hand around both of our members, and he groaned with a slight nod. “Oh, I see… your frottage-fetish.”
“It is not a fetish!” I denied.
“I’m not complaining,” He grinned, pulling my hands away to clasp them next to us. “Now, why don’t you just keep going?”
“I will, if you would be quiet for a few minutes.” I coaxed, kissing him, stroking our members together. His hands tightened on my hips as his tongue entered my mouth, and I groaned, wincing.
“Ah! You do still hurt!” He reprimanded.
“It is not so bad,” I kissed him. “Or it was not so bad anyway –not until you grabbed me.”
“I didn’t grab you any harder then I might normally.” He chided before kissing me again. “I’m sorry…please, continue that thing you were doing with your hips. It felt good.”
“I would hope so,” I chided back before continuing, our appendages throbbing against each other, pressed between our bodies. I grunted after a few moments, my first stream of come splattering between our chests. Hades wasn’t far behind, and it wasn’t to long before both of us were covered.
“Hmm…you see, this is why I prefer anal myself…less of a mess.” Hades lapped at my chest. “More fun to clean up, though.”
“And is clean up not the most fun?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Sometimes,” Hades agreed, leaning up on an elbow, looking over at me. “So…you’re sure that you’re fine? You’re not just trying to hide your feelings from me?”
“I am fine –and happy to be back with you.” I kissed him, taking my time to lap my tongue down his torso afterwards.
“Promise me you’ll never leave me.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing his forehead against my chest.
“I promise…not at my own free will.”
“Good,” He sighed, and laid his head against my chest to listen to my heartbeat.

Confess Your Sins to Me (3)

Note: This is finaly done (finally)... It's a bit sappy and generally crap, but whatever. No one can harass me because there wasn't any anal anymore. Perverts.

Confess Your Sins to Me: Part 3

It wasn’t long until it was Christmas Eve. Caleb and Ezekiel had spent most of their weekends together at the dormitory, a few times sharing the room with Joe and having to be content with sleeping in each other’s arms.
“We should tell your parents this weekend –after the holiday.” The two sat together on a pew in the back of the church, a little while before Midnight Mass.
Ezekiel nodded, “Probably. They aren’t going to be happy.”
“No one is going to be happy.” Caleb countered.
“Are you moved into your apartment?”
“Most of the furnishings I bought are there, yes…but I can’t actually move into it until January 1st.”
“From the rectory, you mean.”
Caleb nodded.
“But you can actually get in, and it’s not suspicious.”
“No, Ezekiel.” He shook his head, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “A couple of more days.”
“These last couple of days is the worst part,” He sighed, laying his head against Caleb’s shoulder for a moment before looking up at him. “I’m afraid to tell my parents, Caleb. What will I do if they kick me out of the house or something just as heinous? I still have almost two weeks left of vacation, and I can’t go back to the dorms.”
“They won’t do something like that…but if they do, there’s always a place for you with me.” Caleb patted Ezekiel on the knee. “Don’t worry about it.”
Ezekiel sighed, shifting away from him as the large doors in the foyer creaked open, “Oh great…they’re arriving to set up.”
“Do you want to go? I’m not needed here. I’ve left this completely to Father Michael.”
“Hmm…no, but can you promise me that we can go somewhere later?” Ezekiel whispered as a group of other parishioners carrying wrapped gifts, entered the church.
“I make no promises, but…I’m sure we can find some place private later.” Caleb squeezed his knee before standing to go greet the entrants.
Just over and hour later, there was a giant sigh of relief as the mass ended, and Ezekiel stood up, scanning for Caleb, who had remained sitting at the end of one of the pews.
“Um, Mom, is it all right if I stick around here for awhile?”
“Honey, it’s one o’clock in the morning.” Rachel sighed, “I think it’s time we all went home and got into bed.”
“Father Caleb will drive me home, I promise.”
“No, sweetie,” Rachel shook her head. “I don’t want to take advantage of the Father’s good nature. C’mon –get your butt in gear, so we can get home.”
Ezekiel sighed, “Can I at least say good night?”
“Yes…go say goodnight –we’ll be in the car.”
“Thank you.” Ezekiel pressed a kiss to her cheek, before moving across the crowded Church to lean behind Caleb’s seat in the pew.
“Are you going?” Caleb looked up.
“Yes, my Mom is making me. I’ll see you later?”
Caleb nodded, “Call me.”
“I will.” Ezekiel touched his shoulder, before turning to disappear within the crowd.
“Sweetie…” Rachel looked up at him through the rearview mirror. “Your dad and I have been talking and…is there something you want to tell us?”
Ezekiel shrugged, continuing to stare out of the window as his dad maneuvered the car towards the road, “Not really, why?”
Rachel sighed, turning around slightly in her seat, “You’re positive there’s nothing you want to say about you and Father Caleb?”
Ezekiel looked up at her, glad that the car was dark, “Why? What have you heard?”
“Zeke, we’ve known for a long time that you and the Father have spent…a lot of time together.” His Dad, Chris, looked up at him in the mirror, “We didn’t realize just how much until your birthday party.”
Ezekiel shook his head, “Wait, realize what?”
“Honey, it’s okay, but…Father Caleb is a priest, and you’re only eighteen.”
“What’s okay?”
“Well, that you’re gay. Or whatever.”
Ezekiel paused for a moment before shaking his head, “Wait…I don’t understand, how do you know this?”
“Zeke, what kind of teenager invites his priest to his birthday/grad party? We weren’t the only ones to notice how close you are.” Chris flicked on the blinker of the car, “When were you planning on saying something? Caleb is leaving the church for a teaching position at the high school because of this, am I right?”
Ezekiel was still reeling from the shock, “You guys have known since my birthday, and you’re…you’re fine?”
“Well, we were a little unsettled at first, but…we like Caleb, and we love you, Zeke. We just want you to be happy.” Rachel sighed. “But seriously, how much longer were you going to hide this from us?”
“We were both going to tell you after Caleb’s resignation took effect….next week.”
Chris slid the car into park in front of the house, turning off the engine before turning around in the seat, “Zeke, we don’t care –I mean, we care obviously, but…you being gay isn’t really that much of a surprise to us. What bothers us is that there is a seventeen-year age difference between you and Caleb. Let’s be a little realistic here; he’s only five years younger then me.”
“I know that Dad,” Ezekiel sighed, laying his head against the cold window. “I hate that he’s so much older then me, but…I can’t help it. I really love him.”
“How long have you two been doing this behind our backs?” Chris asked.
“We didn’t do anything until I turned eighteen, I swear. Caleb would never hurt me.”
“Then I take it’s been for a while.” Rachel nodded, “We figured as much. Since he came here?”
“…No, not quite that long…but close.”
“And nothing happened then?” Chris raised an eyebrow.
“I know it sounds completely made up –it’s not possible to keep your hands off of someone for four years, right; but we did, I promise.”
“We believe you, Zeke.” Rachel nodded.
“Wait…if you knew, why didn’t you let me stay?” Ezekiel asked, picking up his head.
“Because, we wanted this opportunity to have this chat with you –get it out of the way so we could enjoy the holiday.” Rachel swung open her car door. “Anyway, time for bed!”
“Wait, you can’t just like…tease me like that! Who else knows about this?”
“Oh, just Grandma Marge and Grandpa Samson, and Aunt Linda…and Uncle Peter…” Chris started ticking off names. “Most of the family knows.”
“And…and everyone’s still like speaking to us?”
“Well, Grandpa Samson’s not happy. He thinks it’s just a phase.” Chris put an arm around his son’s shoulders. “But, he’ll come around. Just don’t flaunt this too much, okay?”
“So, no one outside of the family knows though?”
“Not that we know of...” Rachel shrugged. “Why?”
“…Well…you’re not going to yell at me and tell me how wrong and sinful this is? You’re not going to reprimand me for having a priest of all people as my partner. Nothing…you’re just going to let this go?”
“Do you want us to? We’ve had about four months to let this mull over. Plus, you should have realized a long time ago that your Mom and I aren’t as religious as you’ve become. We only converted to Catholicism because Grandma Marge made us before she’d agree to let us get married.”
“…You guys have been married for twenty years. Why didn’t you just stop?”
“Grandma Marge.” Rachel shrugged, hanging up her coat next to the door. “Seriously, Zeke…this is all fine.”
“You’re not going to be those weird parents that are more into being gay then their gay kid is, are you? Please tell me you haven’t joined P-Flag or anything.”
“No, no…we haven’t. We can, but we don’t have to. It would be nice to have something besides the Church for once.” Chris rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe we never told you about our deal with Grandma Marge… I guess you just enjoyed St. Joan’s so much –although, I guess we know why now.”
“I think I need to go to bed. This is crazy. You guys are crazy. I’m going to wake up in the morning and this all going to have been a dream.”
“Good night, Zeke.” Rachel grabbed him by the arm before he could brush past her, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “See you in the morning.”

“What day is it?”
“It’s Christmas, why? You just left me like half an hour ago –you know what day it is.” Caleb sounded tired.
“My parents just did something crazy.”
“What’s that?”
“They told me that I was gay.”
Caleb laughed, “Excuse me?”
“They knew about us. And they don’t care. Is that even possible?”
“Maybe you just have really cool parents… I just sounded so old, didn’t I?”
“A little bit, but that’s okay.” Ezekiel sighed, “You should come over tomorrow.”
“I think I can get away…are you sure you want me there?”
“Yes. They all know anyway. I want to spend the holiday with you. Plus, it will be a relief to be able to wrap my arms around you with other people around.”
“Ah. I knew not being with you last weekend would be hard.”
“And it doesn’t help that we’ve only seen each other at church, where you barely let me touch you,” Ezekiel sighed again. “ So you’ll come over?”
“Sure. When do you want to see me?”
“I want to see you all day…but I think everyone will have cleared out around six. Is that okay?”
“Sure.” Caleb yawned, “Can I go to sleep now?”
“No.”
“Ezekiel, you can call me in the morning…it’s been a really long night. I’m sleep deprived.”
“Whose fault is that?”
“Yours since you keep talking to me.”
“Fine, fine; I’ll let to go to sleep. But don’t forget –six o’clock.”
“Okay, six.”
“Good night.”
“Good night.”

“Finally!” Ezekiel pulled Caleb into the house before throwing his arms around his neck. “You would not believe these people! They’ve been teasing me mercilessly all day!”
“Uh huh…and what do you want me to do about that exactly?” Caleb asked, grunting as Ezekiel hung on him, “Ezekiel…I’m not a jungle-gym, contrary to popular belief.”
“I’m sorry.” Ezekiel let his arms slide around Caleb’s waist instead, “But I really am serious about all of them being horrible to me. You won’t believe the gifts they got me…us.” He rolled his eyes.
Caleb raised an eyebrow, hooking his thumbs into the belt loops of Ezekiel’s jeans, “Do I want to know what you mean by that?”
“No…but I’ll show you anyway on January first. We have plans remember?”
“Hmm.” Caleb nodded, “I see what you mean about the gifts –are you serious?”
“Quite. And it’s heat activated or some crap like that. Well…one bottle of it is. They bought me like six –as if we ever see each other, other than on the weekends –and even then, very rarely do we ever do anything that would constitute the use of lubrication.”
“Did you tell them that?” Caleb asked.
“No! How mortifying! Just them thinking that we have sex is creepy without actually telling that we don’t…err…haven’t. Whatever.”
“We’ve had sex,” Caleb pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Just not the kind you’ve wanted…which is actually a fetish –did you know that?”
“Where did you hear that?” Ezekiel asked.
“I read it on the internet.”
“Sex in itself is a giant fetish…why are we talking about this?”
“I have no idea –where are your parents?”
“They drove Grandma Marge and Grandpa Samson home. They’ll be back in a few minutes.” Ezekiel turned, pulling him along behind him, “C’mon. We can go to my room.”
“Wait --do they know you invited me over?”
“Stop acting like a teenager. Of course they know I invited you over.” Ezekiel pushed him through the doorway, before closing the door behind himself. “They are eerily thrilled by this –my parents I mean. My Grandparent’s…ignored all of the obvious gag-gifts, and such with scoffs and cups of scalding coffee. I don’t think Grandpa Samson will be able to talk for a month while the skin grows back in his mouth.”
“Your parents are interesting people.” Caleb nodded, kicking his shoes off near the closet, and dropping his jacket onto the floor before pulling him away from the door, and pressing his mouth to Ezekiel’s. “Now, stop complaining and make the drive through the snow worth it.”
“Oh jeez, give me a challenge.” Ezekiel pushed him back onto the bed, moving Caleb’s hands from his waist to the back of his thighs. His tongue reacquainted itself with Caleb’s mouth, while his own hands explored the area of skin encased underneath the priest’s t-shirt.
“Numquid, cum crisas, blandior esse potes?” Caleb listened for Ezekiel’s groan, before smiling, his hand moving up to Ezekiel’s back pockets, and his fingers hooking into his belt loops. “You have no idea what I just said, do you?”
“Nope, but it sounds pretty.”
“It really wasn’t. It was rather crude actually.” Caleb kissed his throat, before laying back against the pillows again.
“Ooh –what did you say?”
“I said you look pretty as you grind.” Caleb teased him, kissing him again.
“What else can you say that’s vulgar?” Ezekiel leaned back, his thumbs brushing over Caleb’s nipples under his shirt.
“Culus tibi purior salillo est, nec toto decies cacas in anno.”
“…What does that mean? Are you just making this stuff up?”
“Of course not –I know it makes you hot. I can feel it.” Caleb slipped a hand between Ezekiel’s legs.
“Hmm…I’m not arguing with that point –but what did you say? Is it even true?”
“Your ass is as pure as a salt-cellar, you probably only take a shit ten times a year. …Or something like that. It’s from a poem by Catullus.”
“You’re so well educated…it’s kind of sexy.”
“I’m glad my many years of studying Latin have finally paid off. Who knew they’d come in handy for seducing boys seventeen years younger then myself?”
“Hmm…If you keep your hand where it is for much longer, I’m going to be forced to remove our clothes, and I’m fairly certain that my parents aren’t actually serious when they give me gifts of lubricant and condoms.”
“They gave you condoms too? Who in hell else are you having sex with besides me?” Caleb raised an eyebrow, sliding his hand back to his lover’s hip.
“No one, I would never even dream it!” Ezekiel swore, kissing him as a short knock sounded on the door, causing him to jerk slightly towards the door, “Yeah?”
“Just wanted to let you know that we were back…” Rachel started to open the door, then paused, “Wait…do I not want to come in here?”
“You can come in.” Ezekiel moved to sit on the edge of the bed, while Caleb straightened, brushing his fingers through his hair, and straightening his shirt as Rachel swung the door the rest of the way open.
“Oh, Father Caleb, it’s…nice to see you.” She hid her smile in a cough behind her hand.
“You can just call me Caleb now. I’m only a priest for seven more days.” He nodded at her.
“Oh, well…Caleb then, sorry. Zeke, your Dad, and I are having dinner in about an hour, if you’re hungry. You’re more then welcome to join us Caleb.”
“Thank you.” Caleb nodded, “but I really shouldn’t stay that long.”
“Why?” Ezekiel turned, “You said you didn’t have anything to do today.”
“I still have to contend with Father Michael. I’m afraid he isn’t as approving as some, obviously.”
Ezekiel sighed, nodding, “Yeah, I get it. I’ll be there Mom. Can you just…leave us alone for awhile?”
“Sure, of course.” Rachel nodded, pulling the door shut behind her self. Ezekiel waited for a moment before straddling Caleb’s hips again.
“You are such a sex fiend.”
“If you can’t eat dinner with us, that only gives us an hour…and I can think of a lot we can accomplish in an hour.”
“Hmm…” Caleb nodded, pulling Caleb closer before reversing their position, pushing Ezekiel under him. “So, what do you want? You don’t need to be afraid to ask. It isn’t as if I can tell you no anymore.”
“I want what I always want…but I’ll settle for feeling your mouth on me.”
“Oh good,” Caleb nodded. “That’s exactly what I was hoping you’d say.” He pushed Ezekiel’s shirt up over his chest, pressing his lips down his pale chest.
“And you think I’m a pervert…” Ezekiel rolled his eyes, pulling Caleb back to his lips, wrapping his arms around his neck as the older man’s hands started to unbutton his jeans, hooking his thumbs over the waistbands, pulling any offending cloth past his hips.
“You are a pervert, but I suppose if you are then I must be too.” Caleb removed Ezekiel’s arms from his neck, clasping their fingers together before lapping his tongue up his partner’s hardening shaft. Ezekiel groaned, pulling Caleb’s hands to run against his abdomen and chest, letting his own hands pull through Caleb’s hair.
“Uh…wait –what are you going to do when I come?” Ezekiel grunted, as Caleb’s lips bit softly at his tip.
“I guess I’ll have to swallow it.” Caleb raised an eyebrow.
“…You’d do that?”
“I’ve had you come in my mouth how many times now? I think I can handle swallowing two teaspoons of come, or whatever it is.” Caleb looked up, running his tongue along the underside of Ezekiel’s member. “What? You think you’re the only one in this relationship that can swallow?”
“No…that’s hot.” Ezekiel shook his head, grunting again as Caleb impaled him mouth over him again and arching his back. “Fuck…Where the hell did he learn to do this?”
Caleb resisted the temptation to smile, bobbing his head over Ezekiel’s member until the warm, salty fluid filled his mouth, Ezekiel’s fingers tightened in his hair. Caleb moved his hands to take Ezekiel’s, pulling them out of his hair before adjusting to kiss him again, sharing the opaque come with him.
Ezekiel made a soft noise of distaste, swallowing it anyway, “What was that for?”
“You should always share.” Caleb shrugged, kissing him again. “Besides, my mouth would have tasted like that anyway.”
Ezekiel sighed, raising his hips to pull his jeans back up over his hips, buttoning and zipping them, before shoving Caleb back against the foot of the bed, “Okay –now it’s your turn.”
“Wait…we only have like a half hour left, do you really want to spend it doing this?”
“…Is that seriously a question?” Ezekiel asked, undoing the button on Caleb’s pants and pulling down the zipper before pulling him free, gorging his mouth over his member, and Caleb’s protests caught in his throat. He leaned up on his elbows, watching Ezekiel’s mouth work over his shaft. Ezekiel paused for a moment when he felt his eyes boring into him, his lips turning into a slight smile, and then lapping his tongue from the base to the tip.
A few minutes later, Caleb tucked himself back into his jeans, pulling Ezekiel into his arms, pressing a kiss to his lips, “Are you feeling less sexually repressed now?”
“A little bit,” Ezekiel nodded. “But remember that you’ve promised me full fucking next week.”
“Hmm, have I?” Caleb raised an eyebrow. “I should have known you’d never be happy just the way we are.”
“Are you afraid?” Ezekiel asked, raising an eyebrow.
“No, what is there to be afraid of?”
“I don’t know,” Ezekiel shrugged. “You just seem very nervous about this.”
“Hey, if you parents are supplying us with plenty of lubricant, I have no complaints. I can’t wait to get a piece of this ass.” Caleb tapped him, before kissing him again. “I’m not nervous, Ezekiel. I just wonder…after we’ve done everything, what else is there going to be to look forward to? How long are we going to last as a couple of if we have nothing we’ve never tried?”
“There is always something new to try –besides, I love you. I don’t want anyone else. Ever, ever, ever…” Ezekiel kissed him, coaxing their tongues together.
“You say that now.” Caleb shrugged, “I think I’ll be more likely to feel less… apprehensive about it after a little while more.”
Ezekiel sighed, shaking his head, pressing his palms against Caleb’s cheeks before kissing him again, “I waited four years for you. I love you, and that isn’t going to change, okay? I am completely yours forever, second only to God.”
Caleb nodded, “Okay, okay…I believe you.”
“You better believe me. I don’t want to have to find another boyfriend, it all sounds very messy, and complicated, and…I just don’t want to deal with it.”
“What are you going to do when I’m like fifty and I can’t…perform anymore?”
“You’ll be fine. That’s what Viagra is for.”
“Medicines only do so much for so long.”
“Then I guess I’ll just have to get a lover on the side, but it will be cool, ‘cause you’ll know about it, and be our voyeur or whatever.”
“…I don’t want to see you have sex with someone else.”
“No, see…you’ll pick him out with me.”
“Will this be like a shopping trip? Is there a market where they sell partners?”
“Maybe there will be in the future. That would be so cool!”
Caleb laughed, “Okay…well, I guess I’ll cover that obstacle when we come to it.”
“Agreed,” Ezekiel nodded, placing a kiss on his cheek this time. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay for dinner?”
“No…I’m not sure if I’m completely comfortable with your parents… Them knowing –and thinking, that we’re together is still a little bizarre to me.”
Ezekiel nodded, “Okay, fine…you should probably get going then. My mom is going to knock on the door again any minute, and if you stay here much longer, I’m going to be ready for round two…and I don’t think we want her walking in on that.”
“No, no, I really don’t. Knowing, and seeing are two totally different things.” Caleb kissed him, “But, call me tonight…and I’ll see you on Sunday.”
“Uh huh,” Ezekiel nodded, letting Caleb pull away from him to go to the closet and shove his feet back into his sneakers.
“Walk me to the door?” Caleb asked while making sure his fly was zipped before pulling on his jacket.
“Sure.” Ezekiel pulled himself off the bed, pulling open the door, leading him towards the door.
“Are you mad now?”
“No, I just don’t get to spend enough time with you.”
“I’m sorry,” Caleb pressed a soft kiss against his cheek. “Seven days, and I’m all yours. No one else to contend with at all.”
“That’s still seven days I have to wait –and what about when my classes start again?”
“Then we’ll just have to go back to our weekends together.”
“And we have to do that for like three years?”
Caleb shrugged, “Not really.”
“—Zeke! Dinner’s going to be ready a few minutes!” Rachel called, but didn’t appear from the kitchen.
“I’ll call you,” Ezekiel kissed him, before starting to open the door.
“I love you.” Caleb pressed his forehead against Ezekiel’s, staring down into his eyes.
“I know. I love you, too.” Ezekiel kissed him. “Now, leave before I change my mind about letting you walk out this door.”


A very long seven days later, Caleb sat in his brand new apartment in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, looking over the new place. The new place was sparsely furnished, having had to fill it on a Priest’s salary, using quite a large chunk of savings. But it was a welcome relief to be on his own again after so many months living with Father Michael in the rectory.
He leaned forward, picking up his cell phone from the coffee table (a great find at the Church Bazaar a few week earlier) as it rang.
“Hello?”
“I’m coming up the walk…are you going to let me in?”
Caleb smiled, getting up from the chair, “The door is unlocked, you can let yourself in.”
“Are you going to just be waiting for me then?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Hmm…” There was a loud clunk as the downstairs door closed behind Ezekiel, “Yes…I want you naked when I walk in.”
“I think I can handle that,” Caleb nodded, walking towards his bedroom, kicking off his shoes inside of the door, pulling off his socks.
“Wait, which apartment are you in?” Ezekiel stopped for a moment.
“Two-Forty-Six.” Caleb laughed.
“Oh, right.” Ezekiel nodded, “Sorry, I’m excited…I’m not thinking with my head.”
“Wait, before you walk in here…” Caleb started to unzip his jeans, pushing them over his hips, kicking them off into the basket in his closet, “I want you to take a minute to really, you know, think… Is this what you really want?”
“Yes, Caleb! Why are you so unconvinced of this?”
“I’m serious, Ezekiel. Take into consideration right now…we are both basically virgins to this, I am seventeen years older then you, you’re a college student, I’m a former priest…”
“Caleb, you’re forgetting the most important part,” Ezekiel sighed, closing the door behind him self as he entered Caleb’s apartment, locking the door firmly behind himself. “We love each other.”
Caleb murmured agreement, “Hang up your jacket and take off your shoes by the door. You can leave your clothes there too, if you want.”
“I brought one of my Christmas gifts…” Ezekiel teased, shrugging out of his jacket, hanging it on the peg near the door, kicking off his sneakers next to a pair of Caleb’s, shoving his socks inside of them, “—Hmm, hold on for a second.” Both took a moment to toss aside their shirts as well, before picking up the phones again, “You still there?”
“This is silly, you’re just in the kitchen,”
“Be quiet, I like it.” Ezekiel teased, pushing off his jeans and boxers, folding them and laying them on top of the counter, before pulling out the bottle of lube from his jacket pocket. “It’s cold in here…”
“Well, if you get your ass in here, I’ll warm you up.”
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Ezekiel grumbled, tiptoeing through the apartment, closing the phone against his chest as he leaned in Caleb’s doorway. “You look really good.”
“You think so?” Caleb looked down. “I know I’m not exactly the most, you know…’fit’ man ever.”
“No, really, you are. Everything about you is perfect.” Ezekiel set his phone down on the dresser, taking Caleb’s away from him, replacing it with the bottle of lube, setting his down as well. “I want to do this, right now.”
“You’ve been waiting for this all afternoon, haven’t you?” Caleb asked, pulling him down onto the bed, kissing him.
“I have been waiting years for this, what are you talking about?” Ezekiel scoffed, wrapping his arms around Caleb’s neck as he moved over top of him. “—And don’t try to lie to me. I know you’ve been waiting plenty long for this too.”
“Hmm,” Caleb nodded in agreement, setting down the bottle on the bed next to them to trail his hands up Ezekiel’s chest. “I’m kind of nervous I won’t live up to your expectations.”
“Of course you will. You don’t have to be perfect…but I think we know enough about one another after four years to make this one of the best experiences possible.” Ezekiel kissed him again before reaching between their bodies to stroke his fingers along Caleb’s member.
Caleb groaned, pressing his lips to Ezekiel’s collarbone, “You shouldn’t do that until we’re ready. Listening to you groan is going to get me hard enough without your hands all over me.”
“Don’t you like my hands on you?” Ezekiel teased, kissing his cheek, sliding his hands up to Caleb’s stomach. “And besides, you were starting to get hard before…I was just helping you along.”
“How do you want to do this?” Caleb brushed a hand over Ezekiel’s forehead, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “Unless you’ve been practicing and haven’t told me, this isn’t going to be comfortable… We should probably do this in typical missionary position.”
“You mean, facing away from you?” Ezekiel bit his lip, looking up at Caleb from under thick eyelashes.
Caleb nodded, “Is that a problem?”
“No, I guess not… We only have to do it like that a few times, right? Until I get used to it, I mean.”
“Most likely… How do you want to do it?” Caleb asked, looking quizzical.
“Facing you…I can’t kiss you if I’m not facing you.” Ezekiel sighed, shaking his head. “And I want to be able to kiss you when you fuck me.”
Caleb bit his lip before nodding, “Okay, but lets loosen you up first, okay?”
Ezekiel nodded, ready to comply with anything that Caleb asked of him.
Caleb sat back, pushing Ezekiel’s knees up to his shoulders, “Hold your knees for a bit, and just try to relax.” Ezekiel nodded, linking his fingers together as Caleb poured liberally from the bottle of lubrication, stroking his fingers across Ezekiel’s beckoning member before letting them trail along his crevice, probing inside, finding more then a little resistance.
“Ezekiel, we can’t do this if you don’t relax.” Caleb ran his other hand across Ezekiel’s member again, his other hand continuing to try and enter Ezekiel’s behind.
“I can’t help it!” Ezekiel groaned.
Caleb laughed, pulling Ezekiel’s hands from his thighs, pushing his legs apart, and pressing a kiss to his lips, “You’re too excited. Maybe we should wait?”
“No!” Ezekiel groaned. “Tell me what to do…”
Caleb grinned, “I’m teasing you…” He probed his finger deeper into Ezekiel’s loosening backside. “I promised you I would finally fuck you the way you’ve wanted, so I will.”
Ezekiel nodded, pulling Caleb down by his neck again, kissing him, before biting down softly on his ear, “Just fuck me. I don’t care how much it hurts.”
“I do.” Caleb murmured against Ezekiel’s lips, “however, if that’s the way that you want it…” He stroked his slick fingers along his own member before adjusting himself behind Caleb, “Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Yes, damn it.”
Caleb laughed, rubbing his appendage against Ezekiel’s opening before pushing the teenager’s knees back up towards his head, pushing inside, slowly. Ezekiel moaned softly, squeezing his eyes closed, his fingers tightening around a fistful of the fabric covering the bed. Caleb slid his hands up the back of Ezekiel’s thighs and then around his knees, pushing them apart to lean between them, pressing his partner’s knees against his sides to press a kiss to Ezekiel’s parted lips.
“Wait—” Ezekiel pressed a hand to Caleb’s back as he started to draw back. “Stay there, just for a little bit longer.” Caleb complied, kissing his throat before moving Ezekiel’s hands to his shoulders..
“You ready now?” He kissed him again against the jaw, his own hands moving down to grasp Ezekiel’s hips, leaning back as Ezekiel nodded and drawing himself back. Ezekiel grunted as he moved back inside, driving in and out slowly at first before picking up the pace, his arms linking around Ezekiel’s thighs, pulling him higher up, before leaning forward again, kissing him before groaning softly in his ear. “Do you want me to come inside you?”
Ezekiel nodded again eagerly, pulling Caleb’s mouth back to his as he pushed in more roughly then before, grunting in his throat as he wrapped his arms more tightly around Ezekiel’s waist, continuing to thrust into him as his orgasm peaked. As he subsided, he finally rested, softening inside of his lover’s rectum, waiting for a moment to kiss him again before pulling away, rolling next to him on the bed, pressing his face against Ezekiel’s shoulder, wrapping his fingers around Ezekiel’s seemingly abandoned member.
“Hmm, you don’t have to do that.” One of Ezekiel’s hands joined his while his other lifted his head, coaxing his tongue past the older man’s lips.
“After what you just let me do, I feel obliged to attempt to give you similar satisfaction…besides, Ezekiel. You’re hard, and I know what you like.” He covered Ezekiel’s hand with his, running it along his organ, folding his fingers around his scrotum while kissing him again, underneath his chin, and then on his throat before picking himself up, wrapping an arm under Ezekiel’s hips again and covering the boy’s cock with his mouth. With his free hand, his fingers probed into Ezekiel’s now loose hole, stroking his fingers against the inner walls of Ezekiel’s bottom.
It wasn’t long until Ezekiel’s fingers scraped down Caleb’s back, “Caleb…Fuck, Caleb…” His fingers squeezed around the back of his neck softly to let him know he could pull away if that was what he wanted, but he didn’t until he felt the first gob hit the back of his throat. Then he finished him off with hard strokes, the last of Ezekiel’s come hitting his chest. Ezekiel groaned, tugging on Caleb’s arm to draw him back towards the pillows, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, and Caleb’s hands pressed into the mattress on either side of him.
Caleb smiled against his lips, before pressing their foreheads together and looking down into Ezekiel’s unwavering eyes, “Are you happy now? You have everything you could possibly have wanted.”
Ezekiel smiled nodding slightly, “But I’m not done with you yet…I’m going to want it again.”
“Then you liked it, it was worth the wait?”
Ezekiel nodded again, “Every moment.” He twisted down to lick some of his come from Caleb’s chest. “I’m afraid we’ve made a bit of a mess though…”
“Don’t worry about it.” Caleb assured him. “We can go clean up together.”
“Not yet…” Ezekiel protested, pulling Caleb back as he started to get up from the bed, “not yet.”
Caleb stretched out next to him, laying his head on Ezekiel’s arm and pushed his knee between the younger man’s thighs, underneath his used member, “You want to make an even bigger mess?”
Ezekiel smiled before nodding, “Uh huh, and if you just relax for a little while, I think we can accomplish that.”
Caleb nodded, “Alright…but, you might want to save some of this stamina. I don’t plan on letting you go for a very long time.”

The Stranger

Note: Proof that I don't just write slash, so ha! ...Although, this isn't finished, and I probably won't finish it. Wrote it back in...November-ish or something like that.

The Stranger

She had met him online, weeks ago. They seemed to have a lot in common, and seemed to get along well. It was like it was only a matter of time until they agreed to meet in person –being not to far from one another, and both having a free Saturday. It was only to be expected that they meet for coffee at the local college hang out –the closest thing for her to get to, since she didn’t have a car. And so they did, one blustery December afternoon.
Sharon pulled her hat off, brushing the snow out of her hair, looking around. Was he here yet? Would she recognize him? She had only seen pictures…She kicked herself for not printing one and bringing it along with her. What if he was sitting right in front of her, and she was just not seeing him?
“Sharon?” A hand touched her shoulder, and she wiped around. Face-to-face with the guy she had been talking to over the instant messenger almost every night for a month.
“Ian.” She smiled. “Did you, uh, just get here?”
He laughed, “Yea, I saw you up ahead of me, but I thought it would be weird if I yelled out… Should we, uh, sit down?” He took her elbow, ushering her towards a booth.
“Yeah.” She nodded, sliding onto the left side, while he took the right. “So, uh…your pictures don’t do you justice at all.”
“I thought you said I was cute.”
“For being fourty some.” She smiled.
Ian shrugged, “I can’t help that… At least I’m not fat and balding, right?”
“Oh, if you had been fat and balding would have told you I was a newly converted lesbian.”
Ian laughed again, “Would you really?”
“Oh yeah, I’ve done it a couple of times. I actually had my friend Rachel take some pictures of the two of us for ‘proof’ so this one guy would leave me alone.”
“Hmm…I think I’d like to see those pictures sometime.” Ian raised an eyebrow.
Sharon laughed, “I never pegged you for a perv.” She looked up at the waitress who popped her gum loudly at them, “Oh…uh, can I get three espressos?”
“Sure…and for you Grandpa?” The waitress rolled her eyes towards Ian.
“Just coffee, thanks.”
The waitress scribbled down the order, “They’ll be up in a minute.”
“I can’t believe she just called you Grandpa…” Sharon whispered. “I’m so sorry… I should have warned you the barista’s here are kind of rude.”
“It’s okay.” Ian smiled. “It was kind of cute, the way she did it all half-heartedly and everything.”
“I’m also sorry this is such a crappy campus –there is absolutely nothing to do in this town, I swear.”
“That’s okay. I went to college here too, I know how boring it can be.”
“So, uh…what do you want to do today?”
“Well, we could catch a movie after our coffee, and maybe after that…you’d like to come back to my place? Completely up to you –no pressure.”
Sharon thought for a second. Ian was a lot older then her 18 years, at 43. She hadn’t been sure, when she first saw his age on his profile, how she felt about it. After talking to him though, he had seemed like a really nice guy. He was cute –not disgusting like most of the 30 pluses out there on the net.
“We’ll see how the movie goes.” She shrugged.
“Okay, cool.” Ian nodded. “I just bought a new game for my X-Box 360 I thought you might like to help me break in.”
“Oh god, Ian! I’m no good at video games!” Sharon moved back from the table as the waitress brought over their drinks, lining up her espressos like shots, and then plunking Ian’s coffee in front of him –without spilling a drop.
“You never know until you try –holy crap, are you seriously gonna drink all of those?”
“Uh huh. You do ‘em fast like tequila… not that I drink, but I’ve heard.” She nodded, tipping back the first one. “Whoo…”
“Have you done this before?”
“Err…how would a loose yes do?”
Ian rolled his eyes, drinking his coffee, “You’re gonna be so hyped up. You sure you don’t wanna skip the movie and go straight to my place?”
“Talk to me after the last one.” The second one was emptied, and she placed it upside down on the saucer, “Damn, that’s good…”
“You’re adorable.”
“Hopefully you mean that in a sexy way, not a ‘aw, you’re young enough to be my daughter’ way.”
“I wouldn’t say ‘sexy’, but I certainly didn’t mean it in the other way.”
“Oh good.” She nodded, steadying her hand for the third espresso, “Last one.”
“And then you’re going to drink water, right?”
She laughed, downing it, placing it upside down, “Whooo-doggies.”
“Okay Jeb.” Ian nodded, drinking his coffee. “You should have spaced those out –I’ve still got an entire cup of coffee to drink.”
“Sorry. Maybe I can work out some of the jitters…” Sharon’s knee started bouncing. “That was actually all a cover up –I’m kind of a leg bouncer. I didn’t want to tell you.”
Ian laughed. “I can deal with a little leg bouncing.”
“Fantastic.” She grinned. “Is your coffee good?”
“You want to help me drink it faster don’t you?”
“…No. I think coffee is gross.”
Ian laughed again, “Why’s that?”
“I don’t know…I just don’t think it has a very good taste –very bland and watery. I love the smell of it though. When I walk in here, I wanna just bottle the smell and take it with me.”
“I’m glad –I smell like coffee all of the time.”
“Ooh, you’re a keeper! Good dresser, good attitude, smells nice without cologne…”
“Why bother with cologne, when you can woo girls with that fresh coffee scent for pennies a day?” Ian raised an eyebrow.
“And woo you do, I suppose? Seriously, how many girls have you dated?”
Ian laughed, “I’m not actually a big dater…” He leaned in to whisper, “I’ll be honest, this is actually the first time I’ve talked to someone I’ve met over the internet. Is that weird?”
“No…not really. I’ve never met anyone over the net either –in real life I mean.”
“Then I feel a little better.”
“But you’re so cute. How can you not already be married with kids?”
“I’ve got a lot of personal baggage, I guess. My Mom puts off a lot of girls… Oh great, Ian. Bring up your Mom on your first date.” He smacked his forehead.
Sharon laughed, “No, it’s OK. Tell me about your Mom.”
“My Dad died when I was five. She’s always had this plan for me, I guess, and…sometimes I veer from her plan. She doesn’t want me being tied down to a girl –she’s worried I’d die on her like my Dad, I guess. I keep telling her that, that isn’t how it works, you know. But she’s getting older… I think she’d like you.”
“Oh, really?”
“Well, she’d either love you because you’re the prettiest girl I ever brought to meet her, or hate you for the exact same reason…”
Sharon laughed again, “Oh jeez!”
“Well…I can’t lie to you, Sharon. My Mom’s pretty picky when it comes to girls who date her son.”
“Hmm…then lets wait awhile before we make that introduction.”
“Agreed.” Ian nodded.
“Are you almost done with that coffee, Ian?”
“No…”
“What movie do you want to see? The budget theatre is showing…”

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“Well, I’m glad to see you calmed down after your three espressos.” Ian had his hand around Sharon’s waist, as they walked towards his car, parked at the curb. “I think I like you better subdued.”
Sharon smiled, “Sorry…I guess I can get really hyper active when I meet new people.”
“Understandable. So, uh…should we go back to my place, or…do you want me to take you home?”
“Um…why don’t we go to my place? It’s close, and my roommate isn’t there…”
“Sure.” Ian nodded.
“Okay.” Sharon waited for the locks to pop up before sliding into Ian’s car, giving him directions back towards her dorm.
“Hey, what are you doing?” He asked, moving around the car after he had parked at the meter.
“I’m putting money in so you don’t get a ticket, duh.”
“I can get it.”
“No…you’re visiting me –I’ll pay for the meter. You paid for everything else. Is an hour and a half long enough?”
“We can always run down and put more in, if we did to.”
“Good point –come on.” She grabbed his hand, pulling him across the road and up the ramp towards the front door of her dorm. “This way.”
“What…floor do you live on?”
“Fourth. Sorry, I should have warned you.”
“Well, I guess I don’t have to go to the gym this week….” Ian climbed the stairs close behind her, relieved and slightly out of breath once they had reached the top.
“Hey, Sharon.” One of the girls called, as the passed by, “Hey, this your uncle or something?”
“Err…no.” Sharon shook her head. “This is Ian –that guy I told you about. Ian,. This is Rae.” She introduced them.
“Oh…Hi, Ian. Nice to meet you… I thought you’d be…”
“Younger?” Ian inserted.
“Err, shorter.”
Ian nodded, and Sharon rolled her eyes, “See you later Rae.”
“Bye…”
“Sorry about her. She’s kind of a ditz –this is my room.” Sharon pulled him around the corner, yanking her keys out of her pocket, to unlock the door, pushing it open. “And…here we are.”
“Wow. It’s very neat. Disturbingly so, actually.”
Sharon laughed, “Yeah…We’re neat people.”
“Now I’m kind of glad we didn’t go to my place.”
“Why? Would my OCD have flared up?”
“Quite possibly…although, I’ve been meaning to clean my bathroom for awhile now…”
Sharon laughed, falling back onto her bed, as Ian made himself comfortable on the edge of her roommates bed, “So, um, what do you want to do? I’ve got a few games, if you want to play something…or we could watch TV…”
“Sure.” Ian nodded.
Sharon leaned over the side of the bed, picking up her remote, tossing it to him, “Here you go. I automatically veto all sports, and anything to do with engines.”
“…What does that leave?”
“More then you’d think, actually…” Sharon assured him.
Ian nodded, “Um…before I turn this on…” He waved the remote for a second, “Can I…er…”
“Yeah? Language, Ian. It makes the world go-round.”
“Can I kiss you? I mean, this is all really cool, but I think we both know why we’re here…and if I’ve got totally the wrong idea, then just tell me, and I’ll make my way out.”
Sharon pursed her lips for a second, before getting up from the bed, crossing the short distance between them, taking Ian’s face in her hands, kissing him. When she had finished, Ian’s hands had gone to hers, and he had stood up, bring her hands to his shoulders, his arms snaking around her waist, lifting her up slightly.
“Why didn’t you just do it earlier? I thought we went to see that stupid movie so we could make out, Ian.” Sharon rolled her eyes. “That’s just what you do during romantic comedies. You don’t actually go to watch them, you know.”
“Is that what all of those other people were doing there? Silly me…” Ian couldn’t resist picking her up, hoisting her legs up around his hips, moving blindly towards the door, to push it shut before pushing her up against it.
“Damn…” She held on to his shoulders, “You just picked me up like a rag doll…”
“I’m not as old as I look huh?”
“Stronger then you look would be a better term.” She smiled.

Harry Potter and the Great War Bonus Chapter

Note: I am fairly sure that I didn't post this here... So, the second bonus chapter from Harry Potter and the Great War. ...eventually, I will finish the first one, really.

Harry Potter and the Great War
(Read after chapter 27)

Harry smiled, “You really want to shag, don’t you?”
“I don’t think that’s a question anymore.” Ron sat up on his knees, sliding his hand to Harry’s crotch, “And you really can’t say that you don’t want to either.”
Harry nodded, “You were sitting in just the right spot, and then you kept rocking back and forth –it would turn anyone on.”
“I want to do more then turn you on.” Ron moved his hand, to lean forward again, his mouth warm next to Harry’s ear, “I want to fuck.”
“Then you better start by loosing all of those clothes, hmm?” Harry pulled Ron’s shirt over his head, “Seems like such a menial thing, since we just put them on…”
“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking –I should have told you I would be seducing you tonight.” Ron pulled back Harry’s covers, and dropped his shirt over the edge of the bed a moment later, letting his hands rove across Harry’s chest. “How’d you get to be so…chiseled?”
Harry laughed again, “How’d you get so fat?” He pinched Ron’s side, before yanking him down out of his straddling position, “You’re still wearing clothes.”
“So are you.” Ron pointed out, “And I’ll have you know, I am not fat.” Harry ignored him to press his lips to Ron’s jaw, his hands pulling Ron’s shorts down, casting them aside to stroke his hand along its length. Ron groaned in his ear, “Hey...you’re not naked yet either.”
“Then take them off.” Harry suggested, moving his hand under the waistband of his boxers, to touch himself, “Wait much longer, and they might not want to come off.”
“Then stop playing with yourself.” Ron was a little apprehensive as he slid his fingers under the fabric.
“Are you going to do it? It’s not like you’ve never seen me naked in the six years we’ve known each other, Ron.”
“I know, but…this is different.” Ron started to inch the fabric down, as Harry’s hands went on top of his wrists, urging them further. He pressed his forehead against Ron’s, moving his hand off of his hip, to his member.
“Feel how bad I want you?” Harry murmured, his hand on top of Ron’s, wrapping his fingers around it, “Don’t’ be so shy…or worried. I’m a new person, this is a new slate. Were you this shy before?”
“He didn’t want so much out of me.”
Harry nodded, understanding, “Well, I do. You’re not just an ass and a cock, Ron. You shouldn’t let people…Draco, treat you like that either.”
Ron nodded, pulling his hand away to push Harry’s shorts over his hips, and then jerked Harry in just the right direction to pull them free, tossing them onto the floor along with their other clothes.
“Mm…that was rough.” Harry teased, pressing his hard on against Ron’s hip, his knee coming up between his legs, underneath his scrotum. Ron turned his head, groaning.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting hard, I thought that was obvious. You’ve got such smooth skin.” Harry gyrated his hips, “And you smell really good…you might make me come.”
“Ah…I should have made you teach me that spell before we started then, huh?”
“Mm, no, not until I know you’ll only use it for good.” Harry slid down, taking Ron into his mouth. He glanced up, feeling fingers clenching into his hair, “You like that?” Ron nodded, grunting as Harry lapped his tongue to the underside of his penis and suckling on his balls. He continued until Ron’s moans grew loud, and the taste of pre-come filled his mouth, “Shh…not so loud.” He moved away, pressing a kiss to Ron’s cheek, “My dad and Remus are just through the wall and we didn’t lock the door…”
Ron nodded, “I want you to fuck me.”
“I think you should go first.” Harry’s fingers moved softly up Ron’s member, “Do you want to be close?”
“As close as possible.” Ron nodded.
Harry nodded, moving from the bed, pulling out his chair from the desk, “Sit down.” He patted the seat.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” Harry nodded.
“Wait…I don’t have any—…”
“It’s okay.” Harry smiled, moving closer, pulling Ron to the edge of the bed.
“No…turn around.” Ron turned him with a touch of his hand, turning Harry’s back to him.
“You really going to do that?” Harry asked.
“Hmm.” Ron nodded, running his hand up Harry’s back, pushing him down, before putting his arms around his waist, pressing his mouth to his anus.
Harry moaned, Ron’s tongue pushing deeper into him, his hand moving off of his back to pet his engorgement, “Oh, fuck Ron…”
Ron hummed in acknowledgement, removing his tongue to push his index finger inside, followed a moment later by his middle finger, “Does that hurt?”
“It feels good.” Harry assured him, pushing back against Ron’s hand, “But I don’t just want your fingers in me…”
“Oh, of course; I’m getting to that.” Ron stood up, his fingers still inside, his other hand running from Harry’s member, up his chest. He moved to the chair, sitting on the edge, his ankles hooking around the front legs, spreading his knees apart.
“You going to take your fingers out any time soon?” Harry asked, groaning, as he straightened, his hands on the back of the chair.
Ron nodded, “When you’re in the right spot.”
Harry smirked, moving to straddle the chair, his cock pressing into Ron’s stomach, Ron bumping against the back of his own hand, “C’mon, Ron, let me put you in.”
Ron slid his hand away, pressing his palms against Harry’s hips, leading him over his phallus slowly. Harry grunted, pressing his forehead into Ron’s neck, pushing his entire length inside with a drawn out moan.
“Does it hurt?” Ron asked, holding him in place, Harry flexing around him.
“It feels good –you’re big.” Harry lifted his head, his knuckles turning white over the back of the chair, before nuzzling his nose under Ron’s chin, pushing his head up to lick his throat, and kiss his neck, “Loosen up, Ron.” He lifted his hands from the back of the chair to move Ron’s hands to his back, “I’m going to make you come, and then I want you to lick me clean before I fuck you.”
“Seriously?” Ron raised an eyebrow.
“Shh.” Harry’s lips pressed to the corner of Ron’s mouth, as close to his lips as he dared to go without breaking his own ‘rule’. “You really talk to much for your own good sometimes, Ron.” He started to rise up from the chair, before pushing back down, his member following a similar movement against Ron’s stomach. Ron’s fingers dug into Harry’s back as his tempo rose, moving faster; up and down, up and down… Harry grunted in his ear, laying his head against his shoulder as he rode, driving his best friend harder into him, tightening around him.
“Fuck, Harry…I’m gonna come.” Ron finally couldn’t hold back any more, moaning, his hands moving back to Harry’s hips, holding him for a few extra seconds as he descended back down before he ascended again, “Shit…”
“Come then.” Harry murmured, licking Ron’s earlobe, “You feel so good, so big…” He grunted, “And you keep hitting just the right spot… It makes me feel so hot.” His mouth closed around his ear lobe again, biting softly with his teeth. Ron grunted softly in his ear, his fingers digging deeper, his eyes flickering shut, and his breath quickened, gasping before quietly crying out as he exploded. Harry’s voice joined his, his cock still hardened between their bodies. He waited until he could feel Ron’s last spasm before resting.
“Are you tired?” Harry teased, pressing his forehead against Ron’s, licking his own lips, “You better not be; I’m still hard, and I’m going to fuck you whether you are conscious or not.”
Ron shook his head, “No…I want you to. You were…amazing. I never felt that great before. You’re excellent.” He pressed a kiss to Harry’s throat, “Can you stand… I want to lick you clean…”
“I’ve a better idea….” Harry rose up, pulling himself off with a slimy, squelching sort of pop followed by a grunt. He ran a finger up Ron’s come-covered cock, before pressing it to Ron’s lips, “Taste it though, if you want.” Ron’s lips parted, his tongue swirling around Harry’s finger.
“Mmm… I think yours would taste better.” Ron teased.
Harry smiled, standing unsteadily for a moment before regaining his balance, holding a hand out to Ron, “C’mon, get up...” He turned the chair around with one hand, the other going between his legs, coating his hand in the come, “Bend over the back.”
Ron looked concerned for a moment, but did as he was asked, surprised when Harry pressed his coated hand against his ass, pushing a finger inside, “Relax…don’t tense up, or I’ll never get in –and come isn’t the best lubrication, but it’s probably better then saliva.”
“You seemed to like it.” Ron scoffed.
“I liked your tongue. I wish I could have seen it darting in an out… I’ll bet it would have been really hot to see.” Harry pressed a kiss to Ron’s back, pushing a second finger in with his first. Ron gave a quiet grunt, biting his lip. “Did that hurt?”
“Not that much…I think I can take you now.” Ron coaxed.
“Just a little bit more…” Harry’s hand went back between his legs again, and then against Ron’s phallus, before coating his own penis with the thick cream, “Okay.” He stepped away from Ron, his hand still wetting his cock, taking a seat in the chair, tugging Ron in front of him, “Sit like I did, straddling the chair.” He took his hands, leading him into the position he had just came out of, “Okay…now just…ease down, as slowly as you need to.” He looked up at Ron’s face, watching his expression, as he sank down, enveloping the second penis to ever penetrate his opening. He was overcome by the urge to kiss his bitten lips, open those clenched eyelids, remove that pained expression.
Ron breathed a sigh, open his eyes a minute later, now sitting somewhat comfortably in Harry’s lap, fully impaled, “You’re massive.” He breathed, his hands pressed against his chest, “I think you’re even bigger then Draco…”
Harry smiled, “It’s this position…It makes everything…tighter.” He grunted as Ron tightened around him, “Mm…that feels good –your arse is seems so small and tight.” He pulled Ron forward to lick his throat again, “Ride me, like I did to you. Do it slow first, then speed up when you think you can handle it.” He titled Ron’s head down, looking into his eyes, “Make me come like you did. You want to taste it, don’t you? Feel it burst inside of you, coat your insides.”
“Fuck, you’re making me hot.” Ron gripped the back of the chair, lifting himself up at the knees, not quite all of the way, before coaxing back down –up and down, up and down; a couple of times, gradually picking up the pace. Harry’s hands on his hips kept him from lifting off to far, keeping his head just inside, pre-come trickling down his cock, further lubricating Ron’s cavity.
“Are you sure you’ve only done this the one time, Ron?” Harry teased, “You’re brilliant...I don’t think I’ve ever ejaculated this quickly before.” He grunted, pulling Ron tighter, “Fuck…you don’t know how badly I want to pick you up like a rag doll, and drill you.”
“That’s why I like this.” Ron murmured, quickening his face, feeling Harry’s excitement, “It puts me in control…you like that, don’t you? Being in control all of the time?” His eyes closed again, as he felt Harry’s first spurt of come filling him, “Ung…oh…”
“Hit the spot, right? You’re not even full are you? You could still fit a couple inches in.” Harry pulled him down tight, letting Ron ride him steadily, “Oh fuck Ron…harder.” He moaned, another spurt erupting, “Faster.”
Ron complied without complain, hands turning even whiter on the back of the chair, moving faster and faster until Harry’s body tightened for the last time before going limp. He took a few final, slow pumps, before he too rested, his head laying against Harry’s chest.
“You’re hard again, aren’t you?” Harry tilted Ron’s face upwards. “You refresh quick…”
“I don’t think I could handle another go…” Ron shook his head. “One good fucking a night is all I can take…but you still get me excited –your face when you come so sexy...and your little animalistic grunts make me want to come all over you.” He hid his face against Harry’s neck again to ignore the temptation to kiss him. “Do you want me to get off of you? Your body is so warm…”
“Hmm.” Harry’s vocalization was neither in agreement nor disapproval, “I like being in you…”He kissed Ron’s shoulder, “But yeah…I need to cool off.”
Ron nodded, starting to stand, Harry sliding out of him, along with a gush of come, which started to run down his member, and across his thighs.
“You’ve made a mess.” Harry taunted, holding Ron’s wrist. “You should at least try to clean some of it…”
Ron raised an eyebrow, but knelt down, running his tongue up Harry’s thigh, tasting his come for the first time. He groaned, enjoying it for a moment, before lapping it up further from his thighs, then from his scrotum before engulfing his mouth over his cock until every trace of come was gone a minute later.
“Good?” Harry smiled.
Ron nodded, “The best. Just as I thought it would be.”
“Pity…you didn’t save me any…I’ll just have to go elsewhere.” His hands were instantly on Ron’s hips, flipping him around, his mouth on his ass, his tongue lapping against his crevice.
“Shit!” Ron groaned, surprised as Harry’s tongue darted in and out of his still relaxed ass, and his hand moved between his legs to stroke his again hardening cock.
“Mmm…you’re right, it is good.” Harry licked a final trace from Ron’s buttocks, his hand still pumping Ron’s re-hardened member, “But I never got to try yours.” He turned Ron back around with the touch of his hand on his hip, standing up, still stroking him with his fingers, “You feel feverish, Ron.” He moved closer, urging him back towards his bed. “Maybe you could lay down, and I’ll take care of you.”
“But…” Ron gasped, as Harry pushed him back onto his bed, and kneeling down in front of him to put his mouth over his cock again. “Ungh…what about the whole fairness thing, Harry? You’re not hard again…”
“You’ll owe me one.” Harry took a moment to lick the tip of Ron’s again dripping cock, “I guess we’ll have to do this again, hmm?”
Ron groaned, “Harry…”
Harry was surprised as Ron erupted in his mouth, taking a moment before he was able to swallow it down, some of it escaping past his lips.
Ron took a moment to catch his breath before looking up, “I’m sorry… I tried to tell you…”
Harry brushed the traces from his lips, licking it off of his thumb, “It’s alright, Ron.” He took a moment to get up from the floor, stretching his arms behind his back, “Actually…I feel really good now. Thank you.” He moved to kneel over Ron, his knees tight on Ron’s hips as he pressed his lips to his mouth, savoring a very long kiss, Ron’s tongue finding remnants of their combined come as a salty, but not unsatisfying flavor to their kiss.
“What about your rule?” Ron breathed after Harry pulled away, moving away to make a farewell lap at his cock.
“We were done.” Harry smiled, “I didn’t say I couldn’t kiss you after we finished…just not while we were having sex.”