Two Spirits (6 page)

"That's the second time you've mentioned
cuffing me. Do you… I mean… Is that something you like to do in the
bedroom?"

Bondage hadn't gotten much screen-time in
his repertoire of fantasies to jerk off to. But now…

Pleasure grabbed him by the dick and he
didn't need to be a shrink or see one to figure out why cuffing
Trey really, really appealed to him. The guy already had one foot
mentally out the door and he wanted to make sure he stuck around
instead of running.

Trey fisted both their cocks, holding them
together and sending an icy burn up Tenino's spine.

"I have ways of making you talk," Trey
joked, stroking from base to tip.

"Just remember, payback is a bitch."

"A bitch you say? Look who's on the
bottom."

Tenino laughed and Trey used his hand as if
it was a sheath, fucking both of them at the same time. He used his
dominant position and his weight as if to say he was the alpha male
in the relationship.

Not a fucking chance. But that didn't mean
he didn't intend to enjoy this.

Tenino closed his eyes and thrust upward. If
Trey wanted to be the aggressor this round, it worked for him.

But he speared his fingers through Trey's
hair. Guided Trey's head down and took his mouth in a kiss
demonstrating the one on the bottom still had plenty of power.

Trey's hand left their shafts and he moaned
at having Trey's length pressed against his, sliding against his.
He'd never done a lot of cock humping, before Trey he'd always been
more of a get to the main event kind of guy. But now…

Pleasure was his master and he was a willing
student. The thrust and rub of tongues was matched by the thrust
and rub of cocks, each one of them like the strike of a match.

He fisted Trey's hair. Met him thrust for
thrust, a white-hot need building, and he didn't fight it, didn't
try and redirect it. There were guys who swore frottage was better
than actual sex, better than a blowjob.

He wasn't in danger of buying into that
point of view but damn if the rub of Trey's cock against his didn't
feel good and set a fire burning in his chest like logs burning on
a winter night.

His testicles pulled tight but he ignored
the warning. Let the pleasure build. He couldn't remember ever
having gotten off this way but…

He came in shuddering surges that seemed to
last forever, that felt as if they'd been wrenched from the depths
of his soul. And that pleasure was intensified by Trey's frantic
thrusting, his coming, their semen mixing, coating chests and
abdomens.

And there's the proof this is more than
casual for me
, Tenino thought, self-aware enough to appreciate
the irony. In the past, anything beside the desire to fuck like
rabbits early on in a relationship would have sent him running,
same as it'd do with Trey.

"Shower," he said, not wanting to spook Trey
with too much too soon.

Trey followed Tenino to the bathroom. The
view from behind was every bit as enticing as the one from the
front, every bit as tempting. He loved the deep tan of Tenino's
skin, the firm muscles created by genetics and honed by choice and
dedication to his job. Everything about Tenino was gorgeous,
lust-inspiring.

Tenino turned and caught him staring.
Grinned and with the sweep of his eyes downward, made Trey aware of
the hand that had unconsciously gone to his cock.

"Insatiable, huh?" Tenino said. "Glad to
know I have that effect on you."

"Got much of an ego?"

Tenino's smile flashed white and
irresistible. "Shouldn't I have one?"

"I'm taking the Fifth."

Tenino stepped forward and covered the hand
Trey had on his cock, guided it up and down until Trey's ass
clenched and he moaned.

"What was the answer I was looking for?"

"Yes. Okay. Yeah, you have every reason to
be cocky."

Tenino laughed. "So many ways to respond to
that, but I think I'll just do this…"

His lips settled on Trey's and his tongue
did a slow delve and rub that had Trey pressing forward, closing
his mouth around Tenino's tongue, sucking and eliciting a moan.

He thrust through their joined hands. He
wanted to be fucked. He wanted to fuck.

He was probably more of a catcher than a
pitcher but he wanted to experience both. And as if reading his
mind, already knowing him better than he knew himself, Tenino said,
"I'm not usually on the receiving end, but for you I'll make an
exception. Is that what you want, Trey? To fuck me?"

Trey's cock throbbed and grew fuller, a
spasm wetting the tip. "Yes, I want to fuck you."

Tenino opened the shower door with his free
hand, turned the faucets before using their joined hands on Trey's
dick to guide him underneath the heated water.

They kissed. He lathered his hands and
applied them to Tenino's body. God the man was built.

He traced a finger around a nipple and it
stiffened. Its twin did the same. He swept downward, across a
lightly raised scar over Tenino's ribs, his heart taking off as if
it'd race to his throat. "From a knife?"

"Nothing that dramatic. I got it as a kid.
Playing capture the flag with my cousins. I was trying to get
around Briar and impaled myself on a broken branch."

Tenino's soapy hands glided across Trey's
chest, one stopping above his heart. The other traveling up to cup
the back of his neck and draw him forward. "You'll like my
cousins."

Trey's heart betrayed him with a fast,
panicked
thump, thump, thump
against Tenino's palm. All it
took was remembering the speculation in Briar's eyes at the diner
to have his throat locking.

He could admit to being gay here, alone in
the cabin with Tenino, but anywhere else…

Not thinking about it. Not talking about.
And if he didn't distract Tenino…

He dropped to his knees, took Tenino into
his mouth again, loving Tenino's explosive, panted, "Fuck. You're a
natural."

I am here. I am when I'm with you. When I'm
alone with you.

He savored Tenino's salty-musky taste,
inhaled his clean scent. He fed on the curses mixed with praise,
all of them revealing just how much Tenino liked having his mouth
on him, how desperate he was to get deeper, to get off.

The thrust and retreat of Tenino's cock
empowered him, emboldened him. It made him feel as if he'd found
his place in the world, and he allowed himself to live in
this
moment.

He relaxed his throat, relaxed his grip on
Tenino's cock. He took him deeper and greedily swallowed the hot
wash of Tenino's come.

"Don't think we're done," Tenino panted,
dragging him to his feet and pinning him against the slick shower
wall, a hard, hot hand gripping his cock as Tenino's mouth slammed
down to deliver equally hard, equally hot kisses.

He fucked through Tenino's fisted hand.
Bucked frantically when that hand tightened mercilessly.

Please.

Please. Please. Please.

"Bed," Tenino said, sparing him from
begging, and somehow they managed to dry off and get there.

Tenino came down on top of him. And god it
felt so good. So right.

Rain thundered against the roof. The fire
blazed, warming the cabin.

Trey moaned. He spread his legs and welcomed
the feel of hard cock against hard cock, of heated skin and smooth,
firm muscle. He thrust upward. Soft, desperate sounds escaped as
his erection slid over Tenino's.

The slick wetness and throb of Tenino's cock
against his tempted him to roll Tenino to the bottom, to kiss
downward so he could use his lips and tongue, the suction of his
mouth to make Tenino come again.

Insatiable, Tenino had called him, but it
felt like this was more than that. He parted Tenino's lips with the
thrust of his tongue, speared his fingers through Tenino's hair and
held him tight, loving the feel of Tenino's weight and heat.

He wanted to be fucked. He was ready for it.
Needed it. With a moan he canted his hips, offered himself.

* * * * *

Chapter
4

Hot, primal lust invaded Tenino. It filled
his mind with a red haze and his body with feral, clawing hunger.
He felt savage, possessive—so close to being out of control it
scared him.

Every instinct was to take, to fuck, to
dominate. The sounds Trey was making were driving him crazy,
feeding a predatory instinct Tenino usually felt only when he
became Thunderbird.

He deepened the kiss, lay more heavily on
Trey. He fought the desire to pin Trey's hands to the mattress and
force promises from him along with an acknowledgement that he was
ready to live openly as a gay man.

The faint rhythm of a drumbeat worked its
way into Tenino's consciousness. The drum pounded to the beat of
his heart and pulsed through his dick in warning.

His foreskin retracted. His cock head
throbbed and grew slick with arousal.

He panted, fought the urge to find the tight
rosette of Trey's ass and enter virgin territory. He wanted.
Needed.
But the drumbeat grew louder and ancient singing
brought hope.

He'd never been called to free his
Thunderbird spirit and join with the storm while making love to a
partner.
It might not mean anything
, he told himself, trying
to throttle the hope buffeting him like storm winds, that the call
to free his Thunderbird spirit meant Trey was meant to be his true
mate.

He rolled away. The phantom drumbeat and
song faded, leaving only the harsh sound of his own breathing and
Trey's low moans of pleading.

His skin was coated in a fine sheen of
sweat. He couldn't risk sliding his cock into Trey's ass and
screwing this up by losing control. If he gave in to the lust
riding him, he risked a revelation that'd freak Trey out and send
him running.

Tenino grabbed a condom from the nightstand
drawer and ripped the package open. "You're going to take me first.
I'm going to make you wait, maybe make you beg to be taken."

Trey was already there, willing to beg. He
opened his mouth, but the words were lost in a shudder of vicious
pleasure as Tenino expertly slid the condom over his shaft.

He clenched his buttocks, tried to suppress
the moan and the telltale blush.

Tenino's eyes darkened with feral
satisfaction. "First time someone else put a condom on your
dick?"

The predatory purr in Tenino's voice had
Trey shuddering with raw need. "Yes," he said, breath catching when
Tenino pulled a small plastic bottle from the drawer.

Trey's fingers clutched the sheet as Tenino
coated the condom with lubricant. He shivered in anticipation, the
need coursing through him tangled with so many different
emotions.

Tenino straddled him, bent down for a carnal
kiss that had Trey's hips lifting off the mattress, his cock
searching for a tight orifice to fuck. "Please," Trey begged.

"Yeah, that's a good start," Tenino said,
reaching between them, his hand gripping Trey's cock and guiding it
so the head pressed against a tight ring of muscles.

Heat scorched through Trey. He panted,
lifted, fought to push through Tenino's firm grip and into the
heaven that was so close. "Let me fuck you."

Tenino's husky laugh was a challenge.
Make me
, it said.

Trey released his stranglehold on the sheet.
He took Tenino's shaft in hand, loved the feel of hot satin over
throbbing hardness, the wetness of arousal and the knowledge that
he was the reason for it. "Better start moving up and down on my
cock or you're going to lose your chance to be on top."

"You think you can take me?"

"Anytime, anyplace."

"Do it then."

Tenino rolled away in a smooth movement. He
lay on his back, thighs open and black hair spread across dark
green sheets.

Raw need gripped Trey. He positioned himself
on top, heart triple timing at having his hair curtain them in
intimacy. His eyes met Tenino's and longing swept in.

I don't want to lose this
, he thought
and touched his mouth to Tenino's, inhaling breath and need, desire
surging between them.

He pushed into Tenino's ass, urgency and
craving deepening as tight muscles resisted, welcomed,
squeezed.

It was exquisite, nearly unbearable.

He panted. His skin sheened with sweat as he
worked himself in one slow inch at a time, Tenino's reaction
controlling the depth of penetration, the speed and force.

Fuck this feels good. So good. So right.

He loved having Tenino's cock trapped
between them, fevered velvet over hardened desire. He loved having
his own cock held tightly inside Tenino.

He got all the way in and moaned, shuddered.
Tenino's hands gripped his hair, tugged and Trey felt it in his
dick.

There's no denying this now.

And he didn't want to. All he wanted was to
feel. To let go.

He thrust. Slowly at first, then
faster—harder, his heart soaring as he swallowed Tenino's guttural
moans, as he reduced Tenino to thrashing, fighting, coming.

White fire raced up his spine to become an
explosion of heat in his head, a supernova of pleasure in his
cock.

He moaned. Panted. Ecstasy pulsed through
his cock and there was no holding back. Semen jetted into the
condom and he wanted to rip it off and fill Tenino's ass with
come.

Collapsing to the sheet, he lay there, mind
blown and heart thundering. He'd done it; he'd made love to another
man. There was no going back, no labeling this as
experimentation.

I'm gay.
But that didn't mean he knew
what he was going to do about it when he got home.

Worry about it when you get there
, he
thought, ignoring the spasm in his chest that came with imagining
himself saying goodbye to Tenino.