Sex in the Sky

Nate picked up his bowl and carried it to the sink. “Are you sure I can”t get you some more stew or another piece of cornbread, Mike?”

Mike shook his head. “No thanks, Nate. I don”t know where I”d put any more, but everything was great.” He lowered his eyes to the table. “Thanks for having me over here tonight. My place isn”t the same without. . .well, you know.”

Nate nodded. “I know. I wish there was something I could say, but I know there isn”t. There”s nothing I can do, and it kills me.”

Mike said, “There”s nothing either of us can do to bring Amy back, but there is something I”d like you to do for me, if you don”t mind. A favor, I guess you”d say.”

“What”s that?”

Mike stood up and walked over to the kitchen windows, staring out at the night sky. He was quiet for a full minute before he turned back to Nate and said, “Of all the things Amy wanted, nothing was more important to her than knowing that the two people she loved most in this world cared for each other, too.” He rubbed his hand over his face. “Did Amy ever tell you that she and I were trying to get pregnant? She wanted to name our first born son Nathan.”

Nate swallowed past the lump in his throat. “No, she didn”t tell me, but I”m sure she would have eventually. Amy and I talk about—” He broke off when he realized what he”d said. “We talked about everything.”

“I know. You guys were always so close. Sometimes I envied that.”

“Mike—”

Mike waved him off. “No, Nate. It took me a while, but I really do understand the bond you guys had. I”m just saying I was a little jealous, that”s all.”

Not sure how to respond, Nate said, “So what was the favor you wanted?”

Mike sighed. “Like I said, nothing was more important to Amy than knowing that the two men she loved the most were on good terms. When you and I got into that fight over Nash, Amy was crushed. She cried all night long. And even though she”s gone now, I can”t help but think that maybe, in some way, she knows about what happened between us after the funeral. I want Amy to see that you and I have patched up our differences so she can rest in peace. I want you to drive out to the cemetery with me, so we can tell her, together.”

Nate was surprised. He never figured Mike for the type to wax existential. The only thing he”d ever heard Mike say about the hereafter was they”d better have beer and college football in Heaven or he wasn”t going. Now he was standing in Nate”s kitchen carrying on about Amy resting in peace by knowing the two of them had patched things up. Nate started to refuse straight away, but decided to try and talk him out of it instead. “Mike, the temperature is in the high thirties tonight. Maybe we can go out there tomorrow afternoon, before the sun sets.”

Mike”s face took on a look of pleading. “I need to do this, Nate. Please? For Amy?”

Nate sighed. Mike had played the one card he knew Nate couldn”t refuse. “Fine. Let me get my coat and we”ll go.”

Nate grabbed his coat and his keys. Giving Sasha one final pat, he motioned Mike outside and then locked the place up tight. When they got to the driveway, Mike started towards his car, but Nate shook his head.

“Lets use my car, Mike. I haven”t had much of a chance to drive it yet, and it”ll give me a chance to show you what she can do.”

Nate thought Mike seemed a little agitated, but he wrote it off as a natural reaction to visiting Amy”s grave. Mike was hesitant, looking down at his watch a couple of times before saying, “Fine, let”s just go and get this over with.”

Nate waited until Mike slid into the passenger seat before taking his own place behind the wheel. After starting the car, he switched on the power locks and backed out of the driveway.

* * *

Brandon flew out of Marjorie”s room and down the stairs to the basement parking area, the acrid taste of fear burning his mouth. He barked orders into his radio as he went, Sam at his heels. In between yelling into the radio, Brandon told Sam about Marjorie”s revelation. When they reached the garage, Sam said, “What now, Boss?”

“I”ve called every unit I”ve got, and I”ve also got the state police on their way to block all the roads leading out of town.” His hands were shaking as he got into the SUV and grabbed his pistol from under the seat. “Follow me out to the house. Jim and Dewey are already on their way. Stay out of sight until I give the signal to move. I don”t know what Vaughn is planning, but he knows Marjorie is awake, and he”s got to be afraid she”s gonna remember something.” He punched his keys into the ignition. “We”re wasting time. Follow me in your car, and I”ll fill you in on the rest over the radio.”

Sam nodded and ran to his car. Only seconds had passed since Brandon had heard Marjorie”s statement and raced to the garage, but it seemed like hours to Bran. He pulled out of the underground parking area without even looking and headed back towards Reed. He switched on the radio and said, “Sam, you there?”

Sam”s voice came through loud and clear despite the impossible speed they were both traveling. “Yeah, Bran, go ahead.”

“Vaughn made a phone call just after you called to tell me about Marjorie. My guess is, he”s not working alone. If I”m right, he”s gonna call in his partner for backup.”

Before he could say anything else, his cell phone rang. Bran pressed the talk button and all but yelled, “What,” into the mouthpiece.

The dispatcher said, “I just got a report back from the deputies I sent to your house. No one”s there, Sheriff. No sign of either Dr. Morris or Mike Vaughn.”

Brandon swore under his breath. Where the hell were they?

* * *

Just as they reached the cemetery gates, Nate remembered something. “Mike, I forgot to grab the flower arrangement Grandma Taylor made to go over Amy”s headstone. Let me just run back to the house and get them.”

Mike shook his head. “I don”t think that”s such a good idea.”

“Why not?”

Even in the confines of the darkened car, Nate could see the glint of silver as Mike pulled out the small pistol he”d tucked in his pocket. Mike held it steady and pointed the thing directly at Nate. “Flowers are the last thing you need to be worried about right now.”

* * *

Brandon flexed his foot on the accelerator, a million gruesome scenarios playing out in his mind. He refused to give credence to the worst case scenario, because his mind simply couldn”t wrap itself around the concept that Nate might be dead. He and Nate were supposed to have the next fifty years to worship each other, to grow old and watch their grandchildren play on the front porch of that big old house together. He wasn”t about to give voice to the fact that it might never happen. Unfortunately, Sam came back over the radio and did it for him.

“Boss, are you still there?”

“What? Yeah, Sam, go ahead.”

He could hear the hesitation in Sam”s voice. “Bran, we have to be prepared just in case Vaughn has already done something to the Doc.”

Brandon set his jaw. “No. Nate”s alive. There”s not a doubt in my mind.”

“How do you know?”

Brandon gritted his teeth. “Because I would feel it if he weren”t.” He was about to say more when his cell phone rang. He almost wept with relief when he recognized the number.

* * *

The Reed City Cemetery was one of those old fashioned types with the wrought iron fences and trees dotting the landscape. Some of the graves dated back to the early eighteen hundreds, back to the days when Reed was nothing more than a tiny village of settlers. The old cemetery and the new burial plots, one of which was Amy”s, were separated by a copse of trees—a small woods, actually—with only an overgrown path in the middle to lead the mourners thru. There was a way to get to the new cemetery without having to go through the woods, but for some reason Mike directed Nate to go in the hard way. It wasn”t until they were well on their way that Nate realized why: had they gone around to the gate of the new part, Nate”s car would have been clearly visible from the road, and Brandon”s men would know where they were. Apparently, Mike was taking no chances.

Walking through the woods at night was hard enough when you didn”t have a gun pressed into your back. Every time Nate stumbled, Mike would slap him on the back of the head with his free hand. The only consolation Nate had was that Mike wasn”t finding it any easier to navigate through the maze of trees lining the path than he was. Several times he stumbled, and twice he actually fell. The second time, Nate used Mike”s temporary state of confusion to reach into his pocket and grab his cell phone. The noise of the snapping twigs and Mike”s struggle to right himself covered up the sound as Nate pressed Brandon”s number on the speed dial. He slid the phone into his coat pocket as soon as he heard Brandon pick up.

Mike made it to his feet and pressed the gun into Nate”s back again. “Keep going, dammit. I”m ready to get out into the open so I can see where the hell I am.”

Nate kept walking. “If you hate the great outdoors so much, why didn”t you just kill me back at the house?”

Mike made a clicking sound with his tongue. “Now where would the fun be in that? Because of you, I”ve lost everything. Killing you out-right would be too easy. No, I”m gonna have a little play time with you first. When I do decide to put an end to your miserable existence, I want the last place you see to be that special place where my wife is condemned to rot, all because of you. I”d thought to kill you at the bluff, so that the last place you saw would be the last place you and Nash got it on, but Marjorie”s early awakening nixed that plan. I”m pretty sure the old bat is going to remember I”m the one who turned the lights out for her.”

Nate dodged a spruce sapling growing in the middle of the path. So Mike was the one who”d almost killed poor Marjorie. Nate was too afraid of pushing Mike into doing something desperate to mention Marjorie just yet, so he decided to focus on the other part pf Mike”s confession first. “You were out there, watching the two of us make love?”

“Well of course I was, dumbass. Once I bumped Wilson off, someone had to do it. I sure as hell couldn”t talk my partner into sitting out there in the woods and watching you and Nash go at it like a couple of animals.”

“You killed Wilson?”

Mike sounded almost proud. “Sure did. The bastard was trying to blackmail me. Threatened to expose me and my partner if I didn”t give him half of the money I was being paid.” He snorted. “Half. Can you believe that shit? I”m the one who pulled his sorry ass out of a sling. His brother and I worked in the stock-room at More-co together. He was always bragging about what a tough guy Wilson was. So when my partner first approached me with the idea of offing you and framing Calder, Wilson was the first guy I thought of. He was only too glad to help, let me tell you. Seems he”d crossed the head of the Nikoli family on his last job for them and was laying low. He needed the money, and I needed Wilson”s know-how. Seemed like the perfect arrangement. It worked out just fine until he decided to get all greedy on me.”

“So what, you shot him full of so much garbage his heart exploded?” Nate stopped walking and turned, struggling to see Mike in the non-light.

He could just make out the shaking of Mike”s head. “You make it sound so sordid, so cheap. I”ll have you know I put a lot of thought and effort into our friend Wilson”s grand exit. He called me to tell me he needed more money. Seems the cash he got when we canceled your insurance wasn”t enough to hold him. He wanted more.”

Nate was stunned. “You cashed in my insurance to pay Wilson? Why not just use your own money? Or Amy”s, for that matter? And surely your partner has the cash.”

Nate could barely see Mike”s hand as he waved him forward with the gun. “Keep walking. My partner is going to meet us there.” As Nate resumed his trek, Mike said, “In answer to your questions, yes, we did cash in your insurance to pay Wilson, but that was just enough to cover his expenses. If he hadn”t tried to screw me over, he”d have gotten a cool two million out of the deal when all was said and done. As far as Amy”s money goes, I couldn”t touch it. Your grandmother set it up so that only Amy could access the trust. Now that she”s gone,” Mike”s voice broke. After a minute, he said, “Now that my wife is dead, all her money goes to me, but I couldn”t touch it while she was alive. As for my own salary, let”s just say I”m using it to recover from a few bad business decisions I”ve made over the years. When I was approached with the idea of killing you and framing Calder, I jumped at the chance. Your money would have gone to Amy, and my partner”s funds would have been freed up so that I”d have made close to ten million just for bumping you off. Of course, you refused to die like you should have, so the deal”s off.”

Nate could see the clearing in the distance, and he knew his time was rapidly running out. “So if the deal”s off, then why kill me now?”

Mike laughed, a sound so bitter Nate winced. “Do you really have to ask? Hell, I”ve wanted you dead since that night I saw you and Amy wrapped up in each others arms on her couch.” When Nate started to speak, Mike said, “Save it. The only reason nothing ever happened between the two of you is because you prefer a hard cock over anything Amy had to offer. If you”d been straight, or even bisexual, Amy would”ve thrown me over and gone to you in a heartbeat. You have no idea how hard it is to be in love with a woman who”s lusting after a faggot. I can”t tell you how many times she compared me to you. Needless to say, I was always found to be lacking when held up to the great Nathan Morris. I thought maybe if I made nice with you, I could come between you guys. You know, do something to break apart the friendship, at least weaken it a little. But you and Amy were too tight. Killing you off seemed like the best option. It would”ve worked if you hadn”t hooked up with Nash. From day one that guy has been like a gnat up my ass. Since Wilson screwed up, I was sure he”d be willing to make it up to me by offing Nash, too, sort of two-for-the-price-of-one. But the cocky little shit wanted more money, and he was willing to blackmail me to get it.”

Mike paused as he scanned his surroundings. When he was satisfied as to where they were, he said, “I was pissed as hell, but I figured once he blew up the office and you were dead, I”d have enough money to keep him quiet. I needed him too much to make him mad. I planted the bomb that afternoon when I brought you guys lunch. Wilson was watching the office, waiting for Amy”s car to pull out. He thought you were still inside and Amy was clear. He waited just to be sure she was gone, then tried to blow the place. But something went wrong with the detonator. The damn thing stalled. When he saw you coming back, he thought Amy had returned, and he went crazy trying to set the damn thing off. When you get out of the car, he realized what had happened, but it was too late.”

Mike brushed a tear out of his eye. “You were still alive, and the only woman I”ll ever love is rotting in your place. Wilson went on and on about how sorry he was, but it was too late. The minute Amy died, Wilson signed his own death warrant.”

Nate said, “And you were only too happy to play executioner.”

Mike went on as if Nate hadn”t spoken. “So I waited until he went out and snuck into his room via the extra key he”d so kindly provided for emergencies. I laced that bottle of Jack Daniel”s he always kept on hand with several of More-co”s best diazepam, slipped out, and then waited until he drank a healthy glass full and passed out. I came back in and shot him full of a lethal dose of heroin and liquid cocaine. When his ticker stopped ticking, I replaced the bottle with a clean one, cleared away the evidence, and left. It was just sheer luck that his brother happened to call and send that clerk down to his room to find the body.” Mike pointed to the graves ahead, now in full view. “Keep walking, buddy. Just a little bit further.” He maneuvered Nate forward until he was practically on top of Amy”s marker.

Nate shuddered at the site of an open grave not far from where he stood. It dawned on him what Mike was going to do. “So what, you”re gonna shoot me and then push me into that hole.”

Mike smiled. Now that they were out in the open, Nate could clearly see the malice etching Mike”s features. “Like I said, Nate, we”re gonna wait a few minutes for my partner, then we”ll go over the game plan.” He looked around, taking in the scenery. “Nice place. Amy and I were gonna buy a plot just like this one day, but we thought we”d have years yet to worry about death and dying. If Wilson had knocked you off that first night like he was supposed to, we”d have had those years together. You have no idea how upset I was when I came back from Atlanta and found you not only still alive, but shacked up with Nash. And after I came up with a sick aunt and everything.” He sighed. “You caused us all a hell of a lot of extra work. We intended to kill you, then make it look like Calder had hired someone to do the job by exposing his scheme with Phillip and his prejudice against gays. Because of you, we were forced to go through the whole gay bashing scenario. You have any idea how hard it is to torch a place without getting caught? Wilson did it right when he burned H&G. I”ll give him that much. Too bad he screwed up and left that fingerprint on the undercarriage of your car. We were forced to re-think our entire strategy.” Mike looked at Nate, his hatred shining in the pale light. “Why didn”t you just die like you were supposed to? What the hell are you, a cat? You”ve got more lives than I can count.”

Nate scanned the area for something he could use as a weapon, but apart from a few scraggly branches, he saw nothing. He decided his best bet was to keep Mike talking. “Okay, so you hate me. I got that part. But why hurt Marjorie Newman? What did she ever do to you?”

Mike shook his head. “Nate, Nate, Nate. Don”t you realize that in every war, there are a few casualties? I hadn”t planned on hurting Marjorie. Hell, I”ve been buying books from her on a weekly basis since Amy and I moved here. But when Calder announced he was coming to Reed to save Seth from his queer brother, it was just too good an opportunity to pass up. Planting that receipt to expose the connection between Calder and Phillip was a must. Since I”m so well acquainted with the layout of the store, I volunteered to do it. When Amy came to tell you about Calder”s impending visit, I snatched the receipt out of Philip”s room during all the confusion. I took Amy home, tucked her in bed, and went down to the Book Barn. I waited until Marjorie was busy, then snuck into the men”s bathroom to hide out until she left. Marjorie always closes right at five, so I thought I was safe. I waited until five-thirty, and then came out, expecting the shop to be empty. Instead I ran right into poor Marjorie. Apparently, she got delayed by a last-minute customer. She demanded to know what I was doing, lurking in the bathroom like that.” Mike shrugged. “The old bat didn”t leave me much choice. I conked her over the head with one of those brass bookends she sells and then burned the place. Went up in seconds, thanks to all those book-binding glues.” He grinned. “Not bad for a first time pyro, huh?”

Nate wanted to throw up, but he knew he couldn”t afford to be sick. Swallowing hard, he started to speak, but a noise coming from the woods stopped him. He could just make out the shadow of someone coming through the trees. Mike”s partner had arrived.

* * *

Brandon exhaled the breath he”d been holding when the Reed City limits sign came into view. He”d been so relieved when he heard Nate”s voice on the phone, but his relief turned to dread when he heard where Vaughn had taken him. He”d instructed his men to surround the cemetery, but to stay out of sight until he got there. He wasn”t sure just how over the edge Vaughn really was, but he couldn”t take any chances. If one of Bran”s men spooked him, Vaughn would shoot Nate without even thinking twice about it. He took little comfort from the fact that Vaughn was waiting for his cohort to arrive, but at least it bought him some time. Just as he turned onto the main highway into Reed, he heard Nate gasp over the cell. Brandon knew his grace period was over.

“It”s alright, just relax. You can”t go spinning around like that, you have to take it easy.” I smile brightly and smooth away some hair from his face. He”s sweating a little, and I wipe the slight mist from the exposed part of his forehead with the pad of my thumb. “Are we on the right floor?”

He turns a bit and nods. “Yeah, last door on the right is mine.” Very slowly, I help guide him there. He recovers and is able to walk again quickly, but I hold onto him extra tight just in case. He turns the lock and then turns to look at me with a sad expression. “So will you stay?”

I sigh and glance down. “//Take him up on it, you idiot!\\” I think to myself. “//This is the opportunity of a lifetime! A guy like him wouldn”t normally look at you twice!* Go* for it!!\\”

He sees my reluctance and gives me a reassuring smile, his hands massaging my shoulders and chest. “The doctor said that I shouldn”t fall asleep, so I”ll need some company tonight to make sure I stay up.”

“//Alright, ya” twisted my arm.\\” “Well, in that case, I”d be glad to help.” His expression brightens considerably and he immediately opens his door and pulls me inside.

“Great, it”s settled then!” He beams, closing and locking the door behind us. His one bedroom apartment is small, cluttered and dimly lit with dark orange light. The first thing I notice are all the burlesque paraphernalia, porcelain masks, door beads and thick burgundy curtains that stretch down to the tattered dark blue carpeted floor. His cherry wood futon is obscured by a large feather boa, votive candles, assorted musical vinyls and stacks of gay porn. Without hesitation, he scurries over to it and begins clearing it off. “Excuse the mess, I really wasn”t expecting to have any company.”

“It”s okay, here, let me help you with that.” I smile at him as he squirrels the porno mags away sloppily into a drawer beside the futon. “You don”t have to be embarrassed. This apartment is a sterile environment compared to mine. We once lost a full grown cat in there for over two hours.”

He just squints at me and laughs.

“Hey, you like Bettie Page?” I motion to a framed picture on the wall. “I *love* Bettie Page, she”s so awesome.”

“Oh yeah,” He chuckles. “I”ve been a fan of hers for years.” He sits down on the now clear futon with a glass of water and some aspirin, takes it and pats the seat next to him. “Come sit with me.” I waste no time in getting as close to him as possible, now feeling a bit freer to wrap an arm around him, though I still feel like I”m pushing my luck.

“You feeling better?” I lean my head against his shoulder.

“I will once the meds kick in; the Novocain is beginning to wear off.” He sighs and looks down at himself. “Boy, I”m really a mess, aren”t I?”

“Are you kidding??” My eyes widen dramatically. “You are gorgeous. On your worst day, you make Marcus Shenkenburg look like Estelle Getty.”

He throws his head back with laughter. “Do you flatter everyone who brings you home?”

“I speak only the truth, my dear.” I lean up and kiss him again, savoring the sweet taste of his plump lips, running my fingers up and down the back of his neck. He closes his eyes and lets a faint whimper escape between our mouths as my tongue pushes it”s way past his lips. We wrap our arms around each other, as our kiss grows deeper. I feel his torso up from over his shirt. His hands slide under my sweater to grope my chest and sides. I reach up and slide off his coat, and he does the same for me. Our kiss breaks just long enough for him to grab air and me to pant out, “Are you sure you”re up for this?”

“Yes, but not here.” He moans back breathlessly, sliding off my glasses and tossing them onto the coffee table. “I feel so crappy right now after lying on that subway station and then in the hospital…I think I could use a bath.” He smiles, running his fingernails through my thick, coarse stubble before kissing me again. I reciprocate all too eagerly, my fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt blindly.

“Mmm…” I pull away for a moment as I slide his shirt over his shoulders, revealing his lean, hairless chest. “I could definitely help you with that bath.” My hands roam all over his chest, abs and sides, and he slides his arms from the sleeves. “Gods, you”re so unearthly beautiful…” My head dips down to kiss along his neck, down his jugular and over his collarbones. I drag the flat of my tongue over his small, dark nipples and circle them with the tip of it. He groans in delight and laces his fingers in my hair.

“Maybe we should go draw the bath now while we still have some control over our bodies…” He suggests breathlessly, his head still tilted back, his eyes still closed. That sounds like a really good idea, though for me, it”s an uphill battle. As much as I try, I can”t seem to tear my mouth and hands away from his exquisite form. “Doug…” He gasps as I kiss and lick my way down his trembling stomach, both his hands now fully entwined in my hair. “Oh god, Doug, please stop… just for a few minutes…” My tongue withdraws and I close my eyes, panting like crazy, my hands still gripping his waist and chest possessively. I literally have to force myself to stop. His fingers caress lovingly over my scalp and ears, making me tilt my head into his petting like a cat would.

I mumble as I press my lips into his abs once more, knitting my brows with obvious restraint. “I need you so bad…”

“Then c”mon, help me draw a bath…right now.” He looks down at me, smiling, nudging my head up. I nod and help him up off the futon and over to his equally as cluttered bathroom. Little weaved baskets filled with hair accessories and skin care products litter the several little stools and towel stands in here, but the blue bathtub is rather large and nice. There are candles along the ledge, windowsill and even a few on the towel stands. I start the water running at a warm temperature and sit him on the edge of the bathtub, get on my knees before him and resume right where I left off, with my tongue and lips all over his chest and abdomen. He grabs my shoulders hard and hisses through his teeth. My hands fumble blindly with the zipper of his tight black pants, struggling to get it open as I kiss down the faint line of black hair running from his perfect outtie belly button down below his belt. He moans and massages my shoulders and the back of my neck.

He suddenly reaches down and tries to pull my sweater over my head. I break away and gladly help him with it. After it”s off, I toss it carelessly to the side and kiss over his exposed boxer briefs, over the sizable bulge being contained there. My lips wrap around as much of it as I can while still beneath the fabric, flicking my tongue over the head and the very tip of the crown that just peeks out beyond the elastic. He growls in pleasure and curls his fingers around my hair tight. I feel my cock throb in my pants at this sudden aggression, loving every moment of this. If nothing else, I am confident in this area, knowing exactly what I have in store for him. And if he never calls me again, at the very least, I will seek to ruin him for other men.

“Ughh…Jesus, Doug, that feels amazing!” He moans loudly, his voice suddenly taking a lower, seedier pitch. I compound his pleasure by tugging back the elastic and sliding my lips around his swollen, weeping cockhead. “Aahh! Oh damn!” He gasps in surprise, tugging on my hair. I moan against his erection and take his dick deeper into my mouth, inch by inch, slowly, torturously. He groans and tosses his head back, guiding my face with both hands down deeper onto his meat. I swallow as much as I can with his pants and underwear still in the way, then withdraw slowly, gliding my tongue back up over the head and tracing the crease in his fat crown, dipping the tip of it into his piss slit to lap up the thin, sweet precum that had pooled there. My hands roam upwards over his torso, raking my nails down both sides of his ribcage, making sure to hit over both of his nipples along the way, which makes him whimper and shudder all over.

I come down on his cock again, once more taking in as much as I can, stretching out my mouth to accommodate his girth. “Mmmm…” I rumble deep in my throat, letting my voice vibrate and send tickling waves through his shaft. I slide my hands down his sides and to his hips, trying to lift them up and slide his pants the rest of the way down without having to take his member out of my mouth. He lifts himself up and helps me off with them, and finally, I”m able to swallow his length completely, pressing my lips up hard against his pubic hair. I feel the very tip hit the back of my throat, and I close my eyes and keep it there for a good long moment, really letting him enjoy the feel my mouth sheathing him so completely. He huffs, letting out an elongated groan and a few muttered curses under his breath. I withdraw slowly, dragging my tongue up along his shaft as I do so; reaching under and cradling his balls, letting them float in between my skilled fingers gently. My other hand caressing the inside of his silky thigh, drawing more moans of pleasure out of him.

The hand on his thigh quickly migrates to the base of his dick, holding it up straight while I work my lips and tongue over just the head, occasionally dipping my tongue down to lap just under it. My fingers slide up and down his shaft, lightly jerking and teasing it, making the head all sensitive and throbbing with arousal. “Oh my god!” He gasps loudly, gripping my head. “You keep this up and I”m gonna cum!” I moan against him again, internally debating whether or not to grant him release now and just give him a few more orgasms later, or to drag this out and make it the climax he will remember for the rest of his life. My determination to outdo all his previous partners outweighs my desire to taste his creamy load right here and now. I slow down and eventually let his slicked up cock slide from my lips. He looks down at me with a wide-eyed, confused glare. “What”s the matter? Don”t you want to finish me off?”

“Oh, I will…” I grin and lick my lips, eyeing him from top to bottom hungrily. “Eventually. I”m gonna have a little fun with you first.” I chuckle, stand up straight and go to turn off the water.

He grits his teeth, watching me with a frustrated expression, gripping his now neglected member. “Hmph. Cock tease.” He kicks off his pants the rest of the way and stands up behind me as I bend over to shut off the knobs, pressing his rock hard dick up against my ass. I turn my head and smirk at him, pushing back against him. He reaches down with both hands and undoes the fly on my jeans, pulling them down over my hips. I grunt and grab the side of the bathtub with both hands as he pulls my underwear down as well. “Mm…you have a nice ass.” He grins, smacking it.

“Ah! Mmm, I love that.” My breathing becomes more labored and it”s getting harder and harder not to just say “fuck the bath –get that amazing cock of yours greased up and inside me right now!” Again, my willpower is strained and all I manage to say is, “What about that bath?”

“Take your pants and shoes off and I”ll be right with you.” He backs away from me and I kick off the rest of my clothing without hesitation, then sit on the edge of the tub, covering myself up shyly. He goes into a drawer next to the sink and pulls out some bath beads. I glance at him and suddenly I”m beet red again, laughing. “What? What”s so funny?” I can see he can”t help but display a grin himself, walking over to me. I merely shake my head. He climbs into the tub and drops most of them in, motioning for me to join him, so I climb in behind him so he can”t see me. “Mmm…this water feels so nice.” He leans back against my chest and leans his head against my shoulder. I instinctually wrap my arms around him, fondling his chest and abs.

“This body feels nicer.” I turn my head to plant small kisses along his cheek and neck, and he lets out small moans and whimpers, encouraging me to take things further. I grab one of the melting bath beads and let it rupture in my hand, getting the warm oil all over my palm. With the other hand, I arch his back forward and push his hair out of the way, then rub my hands together, sliding them hard up against his back. He grabs the front of the tub and moans gutturally as I massage him. My fingertips knead hard into his sore muscles, drawing tight circles over his taunt flesh. I curl my fingers in and knead then with my knuckles into his shoulder blades, then down his flanks, working inward along his spinal column. He tenses and flexes his abs, moaning slightly from my heated, soothing touch. He lifts himself partially out of the water and rests on his knees, and I can see his cock throb and pulse as he lowers his head to rest on the hands gripping the front of the tub. My hands tremble when he takes this extremely tempting position. He”s baiting me, he”s daring me to claim him like this, and more than food, water or even air, I need this man. I rake my nails all the way down his back from his shoulders, rough, slow and deliberate all the way down to his tailbone.

“Mmmmm…ohhh yeaahh!” He grunts, arching his back, lifting his ass higher in the air in offering. I reach into the tub and take out another bath bead, making it burst right at the base of his tailbone, letting the hot oil leak and drip down his ass crack. I take his cheeks and spread them, making sure the oil gets onto his tight pink pucker as well. He groans breathlessly and lifts his ass even higher for me. I get on my knees as well, arching myself so that my raging, swollen hard on brushes up in between his greased up ass cheeks. I squeeze them closed around my veined member, bucking my hips so that my aching length slides smoothly against his crack, trying to draw some gratification from it, as if to tide me over until I can gather up the courage to enter his all too welcoming canal. “Oh god, Doug, that”s it…” He gasps, turning his head back to glance at me, his brows fully knit and his eyes darkened and glazed with lust. “Fuck me…c”mon, baby, stuff that fat cock inside me!” He bucks his ass against me, drawing a long, strained moan that seemed to come from my soul rather than my body. I lower myself flush against his back, sliding my throbbing member from in between his firm ass cheeks, propping my weeping cockhead up against his greased up sphincter. With little warning, I clamp my jaws around the tense flesh between his neck and shoulder, as though I were a dog gripping onto my mate”s scruff. His whole body stiffens; he throws his head back with a loud, desperate scream.

Only then do I begin pushing my way inside him, quickly reaching around and taking his fully swollen meat in my warm, slicked up hand and begin jerking him off with a slow, tight grip. A low, guttural, almost beastial growl is released against his shoulder as I enter him, slowly pushing and stretching out his pucker, filling him with my manhood inch by inch. He grits his teeth and continues to cry and scream out obscenities, pushing his ass back into me eagerly. I continue to work his slicked up meat, my pace unerring. He shudders and sobs as I fill him to the hilt. As I withdraw myself from him, my jaws release his reddened flesh only to claim the other side with increasing ferocity. Another deliciously sex-maddened scream tears from his lips as his body wracks with raw desire.

“Oh… DEAR GOD, YES!!” He cries as I shove myself inside him again, this time in one quick, smooth stroke. His body tenses and quakes, and he begins to push his ass back against me to meet my thrusts. My teeth release his shoulder and my tongue instead lashes out to drag mercilessly over the back of his neck. He quails and tilts his head to give me easier access. He grips desperately against the edge of the tub, his knuckles white and his lean arms trembling. “Take me, Doug!!” His voice cracks from strain.

“Ohhh baby, you feel so fucking good…” I mutter out in short gasps in between rough licks along the top of his spine. My grip on his steely cock loosens, and I begin working just the sensitive crown between my fingers, lightly, teasingly, making his whole body jump and flex. His sweet precum drools from the head and helps coat my fingertips. My thrusts melt into a decently paced rhythm, spearing him again and again, my aching arousal burning him from the inside out. My free hand wraps tightly around his chest, teasing the erect peaks of his nipples with the pad of my thumb. My vision grows hazy, suddenly ignoring all else but his delicate form, generously misted over with sweat, oil and bathwater. The scent of that oil mixed with musk and sex overwhelms me, nearly pushing me to my peak right then.

He mutters huskily under his breath, pushing back against me hungrily. “That”s it…stroke my dick…mm yeah…” My fingers move from his thumping chest to entwining themselves with his cascade of silky raven hair. I gingerly slide each thin layer of gauze clear from his soft, damp neck, whispering kisses along its gentle incline, throwing him off once in a while with a passionate nibble or bite now and again. He rewards me with fevered moans and deep, elongated grunts, and those base, gritty sounds are like music emerging from his sun-goldened throat. The grip on his throbbing, swollen meat of his tightens once more, I stroke it with more determination as I realize my intense desire for him undoes me; I won”t be able to hold out much longer. Just as I make this revelation, he suddenly cries out, his voice cracking harshly. “Oh god, keep it up, I”m gonna cum!”

The severity of his words send waves of renewed arousal thundering through my body. “I”m not far behind you, baby…” I groan seedily through gritted teeth, sinking myself into his unearthly warm depths with each buck of my hips. I feel my searing hot flesh glide effortlessly past his pucker then become sheathed completely by his even hotter canal, milking me, drawing my essence from my loins and into him. His flawless body shudders, begging me with his raw emotion to lose myself inside him. Suddenly, I hear him draw a breath, and in a wordless cry, he throws his head up in unrestrained ecstasy. I feel that sphincter squeeze around my base as he unleashes his passion in the form of thick, pearly ribbons streaming out of his purple cockhead, splattering on the side of the tub and into the bathwater. He tenses and gasps with each wave of his nearly overwhelming climax, each shockwave drawing more and more seed from him until it seems as though he is drained in both body and soul. One of his hands grips tight around mine, slowing down my stroking, forcing me to squeeze the head of his spent cock.

He repeats “Oh god” like a mantra, his whole body shuddering, his voice weak and high-pitched. His ass, still incredibly lubed and now relaxed and stretched wide from my tireless efforts freely accepts my pounding, determined manhood. I release his depleting erection and grip onto both of his slender shoulders, using them to pull his body harder into me. The smell of his release and his musk is intoxicating. My eyes flutter closed and the next thing I know, my orgasm sneaks up on me and consumes me. I dig my nails into his sides, throw my head back and roar in passion and pleasure as the first wave of my own climax washes me away. I feel my cock swell to full capacity and shoot wave after wave of white-hot seed deep into his bowels. He moans weakly, his body pressed tightly against mine as I finish off inside him, my nails rake mercilessly down his flanks. It takes me a while of trying to regain my breath and composure before I”m able to slide my still fully erect dick from him. After which he proceeds to collapse lifelessly into the cum-streaked water, completely overtaken with exhaustion, dizziness or both. I do similar and shift position so I”m sitting on my ass instead of my knees.

He eventually turns around and sits up, holding his head. “You okay?” I frown wide-eyed, hoping I hadn”t given him brain damage or anything.

“I”m…wow…I”m more than fine…I”m wonderful.” He puts his arm down and gives me a bright-faced smile. “That was amazing. I mean, I”m dizzy as hell and I”m exhausted, but damn, that was fantastic.”

“No, you”re the fantastic one.” I blush twelve shades of crimson and chuckle childishly at him, my hands immediately finding their way over his still heaving chest and tense abs. He smiles at me and moans softly. “You have no idea how incredible you feel, Ricky.” I smile and playfully grit my teeth, pointing at him. “You just give me a few minutes to recover and I”ll be all over you again, you just watch.”

He shakes his head and slumps his shoulders. “I can”t, Doug, believe me, I want to, but I feel like I”m gonna pass out.”

“Well, you”re not allowed to go to sleep yet, dear. It”s too dangerous.”

“I can”t help it, it”s all I want to do right now.” He sighs and leans almost all his weight on me. I wrap my arms around him and stroke his back lovingly.

“Well, let”s get you cleaned and dried off first, and then we”ll figure out another way to keep you awake. At least until morning.” He doesn”t respond; he merely nods weakly at me. I proceed to wet a cloth and wash the oil from that beautiful body of his, giving myself a quick rinse off too.

When we”re both dry and dressed, we lay about listlessly on his bed engaged in conversation, our arms comfortably around each other and his head on my chest. I can almost feel his spirit claim my heart if I really concentrate. When the first rays of sunlight come streaming in through his window to burn any lingering shadows from the dreamcatcher above his headboard, I glance down and notice his eyes are closed, and his slow, even breathing assures me that he”s asleep. I don”t wake him, instead let blissful rest consume me as well, knowing he”ll be there with me in my dreams as he”s been in the past. Only this time, that same angel will be there to greet me when I awaken.

*****

“Disclaimer: “Ricky”, is based on a real person that captured my heart the moment I laid eyes on him. Though it was months ago, the memory of him still haunts me in painful, intricate detail. For those that are wondering, yes, the first time I saw him was exactly as I described. But much to my despair, I haven”t seen him since. Does he really look like that? No, he was far more beautiful than any description I could possibly give. I can honestly say that it was like seeing an angel in the flesh. We never spoke, or brushed up against one another, he never even turned to fully face me. But the impact of that moment will probably stick with me until my dying day.”