“What the fuck are you doing?” he asks. “Isn’t this embarrassing enough as it is?”
“No, it’s not. It’s my job to make it as embarrassing as possible.”
I pin his wrists on either side of him, and he’s still struggling, but not as much as I know he can, because he’s too busy laughing at my attempt. “You fucking asshole,” he says through the laughter.
And it’s so adorable that soon I join in.
“Oh, I almost forgot how ticklish you are,” he says before pulling one of his hands sharply out of my grip. He goes right for my side, tickling where he knows I’ll respond quickest. I twist and spasm as my laughter escapes uncontrollably.
He takes charge, rolling on top of me, seizing my hands, and pulling them over my head, pinning me down. “Now look who’s on top.”
“It’s where I prefer you anyway,” I manage to get out as my fit of laughter transforms into a series of chuckles.
He kisses me again. I’m still trying to fight these fucking giggles. But between how good his lips feel against mine and how scattered my thoughts are from our little wrestling match on the kitchen floor, it’s easy to get lost in the heat between us. So I let myself do just that, enjoying how hard his cock is against my pelvis.
He growls before pulling back and saying, “Still need to get condoms.”
“Be careful this time,” I tell him.
“Shut up.”
He goes ahead and kicks off his shoes and removes his jeans before running to grab them from the rooms we’ve made for ourselves upstairs. He’s back in no time, though, and he’s got me on the counter, pushing into me.
I rest on my elbows, leaning back as he fucks me, his hand drifting down from my chest to my cock.
He strokes it, and I enjoy all the stimulation, the energy that radiates through me, each time exciting my nerves more and more. He firms his grip on my cock.
“Ooh, I can tell you really like that,” he says. “I think I deserve a big load for the way you tried to make me your little bottom earlier.”
Between the pressure and the way I find I’m twisting with how he fucks me, I know it’s going to be soon.
“God!” I call out, but he relaxes his hold. “Fuck, what the fuck are you doing?”
He winks. “Torturing you.” He leans over me and adds in a whisper, “You didn’t think I was going to let it be that easy, did you?”
He rises up and grabs one of my ankles, pulling it up and twisting my body as he sets it on his shoulder so that I’m sideways as he continues claiming my ass.
I reach for my dick, but he snatches my hand.
“Not happening, buddy,” he tells me. “You’re gonna come like this whether you like it or not.”
I can tell he’s just being playful, that if I really wanted to come, he’d let me, but I love that I’m his to serve right now. He wraps his arm around my upright leg and pulls it close to him as he gets in deep. And soon, it’s too much, and I shoot across the counter, calling out as my body spams from the sensations the orgasm moves through me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I shout as he rams me and shakes with his own climax.
As our bodies relax, he moves my ankle from his shoulder down to his side, shifting me onto my back. He leans back down, and I meet him halfway for a kiss, his hand stroking the back of my head before we pull away and gaze into each other’s eyes.
I could seriously look at those blue eyes all day. It’s like they pull me out of this world and into the bright blue water of an ocean. But as much fun as we’ve shared, I know there’s still sadness behind those eyes as Mikey is haunted by that experience with his parents, tormented by it because of what fucking assholes they were to him. Inside his body of muscles, there is strength. It makes me think of his tattoo:Strength is Within.But there’s weakness, too. Maybe that’s why he works so hard on his tough exterior; it’s a shell to protect him from the rest.
Whatever the reason, all I know is that the more I get to know him, the more I realize that what he has going on inside is at least just as beautiful as his incredible body, and I’m starting to suspect that the more I get to know him, the more beauty I’ll discover within him.
28
Stressed as I’ve been, we’ve fallen into this project fairly easily.
I thought the beginning would be the most difficult part, but with Scott, Kate, Jordan, and Otis’s help, we’ve been able to get things done fairly quickly.
It’s been five weeks since we began the project. I haven’t had to give Scott too much instruction. He picks up everything fairly quickly, and it looks like we just have another two or three weeks before we’ll be able to wrap up.
