“What are your orders, sir?” He asked, his eyes locked with mine as drew out the word “sir,” filling it with both promise and warning.
I thought for a moment about how to phrase what I wanted, then shrugged, and just went for it. Ah, hell, the worst he could do was say no.
“I am going to go ‘shut the front door’ and make sure we have no other animal intruders. When I come back from doing that, I want to find you naked, on hands and knees on the bed,” I said, assuming a confidence I didn’t really feel. I watched him nervously, holding my breath, a little overcome at my boldness.
My eyes fell to the bulge in his pants and hoped that meant I wasn’t the only one who liked the sound of my game.
“Mason, May I?” He asked, his polite voice a deep, honeyed burr, his eyes like liquid emerald as he smirked at me.
“Yes, you may,” I said, backing out of the room, then turning and going to the front door. I couldn’t glance back, couldn’t look to see if he would do what I told him. I’d have to assume he would carry out my instructions. If I looked, I didn’t think we’d ever get the damn door closed, and we’d have a whole family of raccoons living in here.
I made my way to the front of the house, closed and locked everything up, then turned the light out over the kitchen sink. As I walked down the hallway, I saw a flickering light coming from the bedroom. Lee had lit some candles and placed them around the room. They were now the only light. As I walked in, I saw Lee had obeyed my directions to the letter and was now on his hands and knees on the bed, his clothes in a hurried pile on the floor.
He looked so incredibly beautiful I had to stop and just drink him in. His skin was a pale amber in the candlelight, his gorgeous ass round and firm. I could see his impressive cock jutting forward, pointing toward the bed, and the sight of it made my throat go dry. The light picked up the greens and golds in his eyes, making them more like gems than ever.
“So beautiful,” I whispered, moving up behind him. The light flickered on the firm globes of his ass. I'd never thought that I would be an ass man, but his was incredible and deserved appreciation.
As I looked at him, set out before me like a goddamn buffet, I was struck by indecision. What to do first? Suck on those absolutely edible-looking nipples? Stroke his cock? Fondle his balls? But then Lee decided for me by turning slightly as I came in the room, as if to keep me from seeing his other side.
“Stop.” I commanded. To my surprise he froze, looking back over his shoulder at me. His cheeks reddened, but I couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or passion.
I moved to his side so I could see what he was trying to hide. Leesat up as I came around his side. I could see him flush more, and his hand twitched as if he wanted to cover himself again.
I’d been mostly on the receiving end of his ministrations the last time we’d been together, and I didn’t really get as good a look at his body as I would have liked. Now, I feasted my eyes on him.
The scars along the outside of his hip were thick and shiny, long imperfections across the glorious smoothness of his body. I could see the jagged scars where his thigh had been rebuilt, hard and shiny in places on his skin, the gunshots appeared as wrinkled divots across his body. I leaned forward and kissed him, our mouths a hot mass of kissing tongues and nipping teeth. Finally, I pulled back from him.
“Never hide your scars from me…” I whispered. “…and I won’t hide mine from you.”
Our eyes locked for a moment, then I saw a small nod. He moved back across the bed, putting himself back on all fours.
His body was so tempting, I couldn’t keep myself from touching him. I leaned forward and kissed his skin, my tongue licking and stroking across his scars, my teeth scraping gently as I sucked my way along them.
My hand had skittered down his side and brushed over the scar on his hip and leg. He almost unconsciously pulled away from my touch. There was no way I was going to allow that to happen.
I leaned close to him and whispered, “Do you know how incredibly beautiful you are, Lee?” I ran my hand down his back again, this time pressing a little bit harder, digging my short nails in gently.
“I see you here, kneeling on the bed for me, and I can’t wait to taste you, feel you…” My hand slipped back to his ass, and I slapped it gently, grabbing the round globes and mounding them in my hands. “…fuck you.”
“Oh god, Mason, yes, please…” he moaned. His skinned pebbled under my seeking fingers, as he groaned, looking back at me over his shoulder.
“Eyes front, baby,” I ordered. He groaned again, but did as I directed, though I saw him glance furtively toward the bedside table where the picture of him and Mack was hidden in the drawer. A shotof nerves went through me. Lee was experienced. What the hell did I think I was doing, taking control? I should just admit now that I was clueless. I was used to being the fuck-ee, not the fuck-er. Were those even words?
I shook my head angrily, trying desperately to throw off the anxiety that was growing in my chest. Even if I didn’t have experience topping, I’d had lots of experience bottoming, so I knew the things that had made it better for me. Easier, even if it was neverreallygood. I had to hope that that would be enough to make this good for Lee. I knew logically that some men claimed to have pleasure from being penetrated, but I’d never experienced it.
I closed my eyes and thought hard for a moment, trying to figure out what to do next. I heard the furnace firing up in the basement and felt the first warm burst of air billow from the heating vent, and it gave me an idea.
I moved behind Lee on the bed and began removing my clothing. I knew he could hear my movements, so I took my time, allowing each piece of clothing to brush against his body. My shirt teased across his neck and face, my pants ghosted against his legs. I even tickled his feet with my socks, which started him laughing again. Then I took off my briefs, trailing them gently over his ass. He shivered and moaned at the feeling, pre-cum welling from his slit and collecting at the tip of his cock. That was just too yummy of a treat to pass up.
I slid one hand between his legs, making sure my wrist and arm slid along the underside of his balls and cock, the springy hair of his thighs brushing against my skin. My finger slid up to the head of his cock, swiping over the tip to collect evidence of his arousal. I heard him groan and saw a shudder go through him when I did it. Then I moved up next to him on the bed again where he steadfastly kept his gaze focused on the wall in front of him. Such a good soldier. He deserved a reward…
“Lee, look at me,” I said. His eyes flicked to mine as I settled next to him. My finger was shiny in the candlelight, coated with his arousal. I slowly moved it up to my mouth before sliding it between my lips,sucking for a moment and reveling in the burst of slightly-salty flavor that flared over my tongue.
“You taste delicious,” I whispered, making sure he saw me rub the shiny finger over my lips. His eyes remained locked on those lips until I leaned forward and caught his lips with my own, his tongue dueling with mine. We both groaned, and I felt him start to sit up again, reaching for me.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” I said leaning back and shaking my finger teasingly at him. “You haven’t even finished Level One yet, and here you are losing points?”
“Don’t I get bonus points for the candles?” He asked, his laughing voice sounding pouty.
