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Escape © 2007 by Jade Falconer
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m...A couple of weeks, I guess. No, wait. It was three weeks. We had sex on opening night." Derek pulled his velvet blazer closer around him and adjusted his scarf before wrapping both hands around the paper cup filled with hot chai tea. It was still chilly, though the sun was bright for February.
"Jesus. You sleep in the same bed, don't you?" Johnny asked. "Three weeks. Damn. I'm not in a relationship and I've had more sex than that."
Derek pouted a little. "We work different shifts. I'm at the theater until kinda late. He goes to the studio kinda early. I keep hoping he'll get another Broadway show, so he'll be working the same as me, but it doesn't seem likely any time soon. He's composing for some independent film, and they all work nine to five." He shrugged. "It's no big deal, anyway." It didn't really feel like 'no big deal' to him, but he didn't want to sound bitter.
"No big deal? Derek. You're a fabulous gay man in a fabulous city. You should be getting laid every night."
Derek's scowl turned into a frown. "Actually, we're kinda in a rut, anyway. It's always the same. I mean, I know Jeremy loves me. He's always so..." He wrinkled his nose. "Tender."
Johnny grinned. "And you want hot, dirty fucking, don't you. Why don't you put an ad on Craig's List? Go have some anonymous fun. It'll be good for your relationship. Do something really kinky and hot and get it out of your system."
Derek had to admit that it was true. He loved Jeremy, but he wanted that kind of passion, that desperation. The more time passed, the more he started to feel resentful about it. He deserved that, and Jeremy wasn't providing it.
"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" Johnny said. "Good. You should. It's not right for you to live a celibate life. It's just not right."
Derek changed the subject. He was thinking about it, and the more he did, the more it appealed to him. In a little while he headed home to shower after their yoga class and get ready to go to the theater. He loved acting, and he was fortunate to have landed his role. He knew he couldn't give it up for anything, because the more exposure he got, the better his career would be in the future.
He'd met Jeremy in the theater, when the sweet, shy composer was working on a play that Derek was auditioning for. Jeremy had spent some time working with the chorus, and Derek had caught his eye. When they'd started dating, they'd instantly become inseparable, and for a time, their schedules matched perfectly. They would make sweet, gentle love until the early morning hours and then lie in bed half the day before they had to drag themselves out.
Now, though, they barely saw each other most days. He wanted Jeremy, but...he wanted more, too. Jeremy waited until nine-thirty, then sat carefully on the edge of the bed with a cup of tea. "Wake up, sleeping beauty," he said softly to Derek.
Derek's eyes fluttered open. He looked at Jeremy and smiled. "Morning," he said groggily. Jeremy was fully dressed in a white buttonup shirt and neatly pressed khakis, his brown hair neat, his hazel eyes sparkling behind his glasses. Derek's hair was longer than Jeremy's, darker and curly when he didn't take the time to straighten it. "I didn't keep you up last night, did I?" he asked. He'd come in late the night before, but he'd tried to be quiet.
"Not at all," Jeremy said, scooting closer and offering the cup of tea. "You were perfectly quiet." He beamed at Derek. "How was the show last night?"
Derek accepted the tea, sitting up. "Good. Paris Hilton was in the audience, apparently." He shrugged, taking a sip. "I didn't meet her or anything, though. Thanks for the tea." He wondered if there would ever be a time when Jeremy was interested in morning sex again and he sighed. "Why don't you come back to bed?"
Jeremy blinked, looking confused. "But I've already showered and everything! Want me to make you some breakfast?"
Derek scowled. "I'm not hungry for scrambled eggs, Jeremy." He put his tea down and put his arms around Jeremy's waist. "C'mon, baby. You have time before you have to go."
Jeremy resisted, eyes wide. "But...we were going to go to IKEA to get a new couch, and then I thought we'd hit that new Indian place that just opened up."
For a moment, as he looked at his boyfriend, he had a fleeting fantasy that Jeremy would grab him, throw him down on the bed on his face,and take him hard and fast from behind. Clearly that wasn't going to happen any time soon. "Fine. Forget it," he said, sulking. He swung his legs over the side of the bed.
Jeremy smiled beatifically at him. "I even turned on the towel warmer for you! Your towel will be all toasty when you get out." He leaned forward and kissed Derek on the forehead. "Love you."
Derek waited until he was facing away from Jeremy to roll his eyes. "Love you, too," he said quietly before he slipped into the bathroom to take his shower. When they arrived back at home after their outing, Derek decided to take Johnny's advice. Jeremy was busy with his guitar, as he always was, so Derek brought his laptop to the couch and curled up in a corner. He pulled up the website and browsed through the listings for New York City. He was surprised at how many there were, especially under the "casual encounters" section. Some of the ads were obnoxious. Some were needy. Some were downright pathetic. But a few of them were quite sexy.
Seeking naughty boy who needs a man to keep him in line. I know your type. You're a dirty little slut who needs to be punished then used like my own personal whore. I know just how to take care of boys like you. I'll tie you to my bed and beat you until your tight little ass is glowing pink and tender, then I'll fuck you hard until you scream.
Derek could only stare at the screen, his cock starting to harden just from reading such a description. He licked his lips and glanced at Jeremy with irritation, then hit reply.
Hi. I'm just about as naughty as they come. Are you serious about what you said in your ad? Signed, A dirty slut. "There's some baklava left from the other day, do you want to share
it, honey?" Jeremy said, almost right in Derek's ear. Derek gasped and flinched, then smiled sheepishly. "Oh, no thanks, baby. I'm full from that awesome Indian food." He turned his computer screen just slightly on the pretext of moving it out of the way to kiss Jeremy's cheek again. He shut down his laptop and after watching a little television, they went to bed.
The next morning, Derek had a reply in his inbox. His heart was pounding as he saw the subject line. Jeremy had gone out early to do some work at the studio, so he opened it without needing to look over his shoulder.
Hi, slut. Am I serious? Depends on how bad you need it. If you're dirty enough, I'm serious enough. Prove it.
Derek whimpered and reached down between his legs, rubbing himself through his pajama bottoms. He licked his lips and thought about a reply. Finally, he rested his fingers on the keyboard and started to type.
I need it so bad. You have no idea how badly I need to be taught a lesson. I'm hard just reading your e-mails. I'm ready to prove it any time you're ready to fuck me.Name a place and a time. Eagerly, Your Slut He paused for a moment before hitting send. Jeremy wouldn't ever have to know. Even just sending these e-mails was more of a thrill than he'd had in weeks. The reply came back almost immediately. Oh, you're going to have to work a little harder than that, boy. You say you're hard? Take a pic and e-mail it to me. Just your cock. With your hand wrapped around it. Then we'll talk.
Derek gasped, but smirked at the same time. "You sick fucker," he whispered. Derek glanced around the room and spotted his digital camera. He swallowed hard. Was he really going to take a picture of his cock and e-mail it to a stranger? Apparently so, because in the next minute he was up and leaning back against a wall. He slid his pajama pants down and kicked them away. He was already panting as he leaned his hips forward and pointed the camera down. He curled his fingers around his stiff flesh, gripping for a moment with moan, before he snapped the photo.
Within a couple of minutes he had uploaded it to his computer and attached it to a reply.
Now it's your turn to come up with proof. My cock is throbbing and my ass is aching to be filled. When and where? Slut As Derek carefully deleted the photo from his camera and his
computer, another message came in. Nice, slut. Okay. Here's how serious I am. Tonight, at midnight, you're going to go to the Hampton on First, to room 204. Taped to the outside of the door will be an envelope with a key and some instructions. Until then, you're not to touch that pretty cock unless it's to piss. Don't bother to wear much, you'll be taking it off. Got that?
Derek gasped. He was achingly hard now, and still not wearing anything from the waist down. He wanted so badly to touch himself. But he didn't. Already he felt the desire to obey this man. It was so fucking hot. He sent just one line back. I'll be there. He was nervous, and even during the matinee he had to do that day he couldn't stop thinking about it. When he got out, he went home to shower and change. He wore a simple pair of jeans and a T-shirt, but he put on a little eyeliner, hoping his mystery man would like it.
Time seemed to drag for the rest of the evening, until finally he found himself in front of the door of the hotel room. He took the envelope and opened it carefully. His stomach was fluttering, but he was still hard as a rock. There was the key and a note. The note said, in neat block print: Use the key to open the door. Go in, close the door behind you and strip like a good little slut. I know you're hard for me already, but don't you dare touch yourself. Once you've stripped, look on the bedside table for another note. I can't wait to give you what you need, you dirty little whore.
Derek opened the door and closed it behind him. He was panting as he looked around the empty hotel room. He stripped off his clothes and draped them neatly over the back of the chair. Then he spotted the note beside the bed. It was sitting on top of a blindfold and he nearly whimpered.
This is the last note, because after you read it, you're going to put on the blindfold. You know why? Because you're a bad little slut who doesn't even deserve to see who's fucking his pretty little ass. You need to be used like the object you are. If you're ready, put it on and kneel by the bed. If you're not ready to take whatever I give you, leave now. I'm waiting.
Derek knew it was probably a stupid risk to take. But it wasn't like someone would go through the trouble to put an ad online and then get a hotel room just to do something sinister. He put the note down and picked up the blindfold and put it on. With a deep breath, he knelt beside the bed and licked his lips.
After a moment, the door opened and closed. There was silence for a moment, then a man's voice, in a low purr. "What a good little slut. You must need it awfully bad."
"I do," Derek whispered breathily. He braced his hands on the bed. "I need a good pounding. I'll beg if you want me to." He arched his back. Derek knew he had a nice body. He worked hard to keep it that way. "Do you like what you see?" It had been a shock at first, to walk into a hotel room and see your lover kneeling, aroused and blindfolded. He knew that body anywhere; Jeremy had mapped every inch with hands and tongue. There was a shock of betrayal, but only for a split second before he reminded himself that he was doing just the same thing as Derek was. So, after a moment's silence---when he'd realized he was even harder than he'd been before he walked in the door---he'd spoken, wondering if Derek would recognize his voice. Apparently not, and suddenly he wanted to keep playing the game.
"Oh yeah, I love what I see. You look even better than I'd imagined," he purred, keeping his voice lower than its usual tone. "And even more like a slut. Yeah, you're gonna beg for it. Crawl up on the bed, lie on your back and spread for me."
Derek climbed up onto the bed as he was told, and spread his legs wide. He raised his hands up over his head, feeling for the headboard. "How about now? Do you believe that I'm a dirty little whore now?" he breathed. He'd certainly never felt as vulnerable or as slutty. It was just the sort of thing he'd been craving.
"I believe it," Jeremy moaned. He was panting now. He loved Derek with all his heart, but there had always been a part of him that wanted this. This hot, dirty, brutal kind of encounter. He'd never had anything like it; he'd always been too shy. Then he'd met Derek, and they'd fallen in love so fast, and they'd just seemed perfect for each other. He couldn't ask Derek to do this sort of thing; what if he'd not been into it? He might have been insulted, or felt he had to go along with it to please Jeremy. That wasn't what he wanted. He wanted full participation, someone who craved being treated this way. If only he'd known...but he knew now, and he knew just what to do about it. "I bet you're aching for my big, thick cock right now, aren't you, you little slut?" He unfastened his belt and unzipped his jeans as loudly as possible.
Derek whimpered. "Yes," he whispered. "I need to be fucked hard. Are you gonna punish me for being so bad? For showing up in a hotel room and taking off my clothes and spreading myself open for a complete stranger?" he asked breathily. Derek's thighs were shaking. He was so nervous, but that nervousness added to the edge of his arousal. This was the hottest thing he'd ever participated in.
"Oh, absolutely," Jeremy growled. "I'm gonna do whatever I want to you, whenever I want. And you're just gonna take it." He kicked off his jeans and pulled off his shirt, leaving him naked and so very hard. He usually wore boxers but not today. Today he'd wanted to feel like a completely different person. And he did. He walked closer, and ran his hand up the inside of Derek's trembling thigh. When he got to just below his balls, he slapped at the inner thigh sharply, without warning.
Derek gasped. It was a surprise, of course, but not an unpleasant one. His skin tingled where he'd been slapped. His cock tingled, too. He licked his lips. "Is that all you've got?" he whispered hoarsely.
Jeremy laughed. "Just getting you warmed up," he breathed, and slapped the other thigh. Then he pinched Derek's nipples sharply. He wanted to do everything, but he was going to take this slowly. "Whores shouldn't be so rude," he warned.
Derek whimpered. The way the stranger was treating him only made him want more. "Oh god yes, I've been so very naughty," he panted.
"You have," agreed Jeremy, almost panting. "And I'm going to punish you, just like you need it. Turn over now. I'm going to spank that pretty little ass of yours."
Derek lowered his arms and rolled over onto his stomach, pulling his knees up under his body so that he was still completely exposed to the other man. He hugged the pillow under his head, resting his cheek against it. "You won't hurt me too bad, will you?" he asked breathlessly.
"It's a little late to worry about that now, isn't it?" Jeremy asked, running one hand down Derek's back. "But no. I'm just going to give you exactly what you deserve." With that, he spanked Derek's ass sharply, enough to make his own hand sting. His cock throbbed now, from the idea of treating his lover this way.
Derek moaned, arching his back. He felt dirty, and nasty and slutty, but so aroused his cock felt like it would explode. The sensitive skin of his ass burned from the slap, but then a delicious warmth crept over his skin.
It was all Jeremy could do not to fuck Derek right then, he looked so wanton and sexy. But they both wanted the buildup. So he spanked again, and purred, "Look at you, spread open and sticking your naked ass in the air for a total stranger. What a worthless, dirty slut you are. I'm going to enjoy using you so hard you scream. That's all you're good for..."
Derek moaned again, nuzzling into the pillow. "Oh god...Hit me harder. Please...I am a worthless slut. Use me...you know I want it," he panted haltingly. He wickedly rocked his hips back and forth, though his cock was throbbing between his thighs, untouched by anything.
Jeremy was soon spanking as hard as he could, almost wishing he'd brought a paddle. Next time, he would. And this was so very hot that there had to be a next time. He spread Derek wide and spanked right over his exposed entrance, touching and teasing as much as possible. It was hotter than he had ever imagined, and he hoped for enough control to not come instantly.
Derek was whimpering constantly with each strike, choking back sobs of pain and joy. His ass was on fire now, and each intimate touch made his body jerk a little from the unexpected gentleness. "Please...need your cock. Fuck me...Oh, god. Please," he begged.
"That's right, beg for it, whore...you're going to die if you don't get my cock inside you." Jeremy grabbed a lubed condom pack he'd had ready and waiting, and slipped it on. "This is the only thing you're good for, isn't it, to be used."
"Oh, fuck...yesss," he hissed. "Take me, please...I need it so bad." He wriggled, whimpering. He was sure he was going to come in just a moment, but this was almost all his fantasies come true, and he didn't even know what the other man looked like.
Jeremy climbed up on the bed behind Derek, and reached forward to grab a handful of his hair. "Hold still like a good little slut or you don't get fucked," he snarled. Just acting like this, hurting Derek liked this, treating him like this, was better than he had ever dreamed.
Derek stilled, his head arched back. "Sorry," he moaned. "I won't move." His fingers tightened beneath the pillow. "I swear...please..."
Jeremy just couldn't wait any longer. This was the hardest he'd ever been in his life, he was sure of it, and he pressed the head of his cock against Derek's entrance. "Get ready, whore," he growled, then plunged in.
It had been three weeks since Derek had been fucked, and then it had been so careful, so well prepared for. So when the man behind him finally plunged into his body, Derek felt like he was being ripped open. He cried out, tensing for a second before he forced himself to relax. "Oh, god," he rasped.
"Fuck, you're tight for such a slut," Jeremy groaned, slamming deep before pulling back out again. "Take it, whore, take my cock." He slammed in and out as hard as he could, marveling at how Derek took every thrust. He'd always treated his lover so carefully, but it seemed that Derek wasn't delicate at all.
Derek was nearly delirious with lust, and he was moaning almost constantly. "Oh, fuck...you're so big...Uuhhnnn...feels so full...I...I'm gonna come," he whimpered.
Jeremy slammed into Derek even harder. "Did I say you get to come, slut?" He let go of Derek's hair so he could grip his hips with both hands. He drove in and out, growling, "You're here for my pleasure. I tell you to come or not." He knew that Derek couldn't hold back much longer, though, and he had no intention of making him wait too long.
Derek suppressed a sob. "Ohhh pleeeease..." he clamped his body tightly down around the cock impaling him, hoping it would convince the other man to allow it. He wasn't sure he could stop himself for much longer.
Jeremy finally took pity on Derek; he couldn't hold back much longer anyway. He reached down to stroke Derek's cock as he continued to fuck him hard. "Come, bitch," he growled, so close to the edge.
Derek arched his back and screamed as the most intense climax of his life jolted through him. It felt like he was coming for minutes, pulsing into the other man's fist.
Jeremy kept pounding, holding back as long as he could, but finally he couldn't stop. He cried out Derek's name without thinking as he came hard. It was better than anything he could have anticipated, and he slumped as gently as possible onto Derek's back as he came down.
Derek sunk into the mattress, panting hard, dazed by the experience. After a moment, it occurred to him what the other man had called him, and hearing it he suddenly recognized the voice. He reached up and pulled the blindfold off. "Jeremy?" he said, completely taken by surprise.
Belatedly, Jeremy realized what he'd said. He rolled away and sat up. "Hi," he said, grinning sheepishly. He hadn't quite thought this far, what he would say afterwards. When he'd recognized Derek, he'd been rather distracted already.
Derek rolled over and just gaped for a moment. "I...How?" Then he moved close and put his arms around Jeremy, instantly feeling guilty. Cheating in theory had seemed so harmless, but now that he knew it was his own sweet boyfriend, he realized that hurting him was wrong. He did love Jeremy. There was a reason they'd been drawn to each other in the first place. "I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't...I..." He buried his face in the crook of Jeremy's neck.
That wasn't quite what Jeremy had been expecting. He pulled Derek close, holding him tightly. "Shh, Derek, it's okay. You have nothing to apologize for." Now he could finally process the fact that they'd both wanted the same thing, but hadn't been able to ask for it.
Derek leaned back and looked into Jeremy's eyes. "Even though I felt guilty about it...I have to tell you that it was really fucking hot," he said. He wanted more. All the implications were just starting to hit him. "Are you disappointed that I'm the one that answered?" he asked.
Jeremy's eyes widened. "Oh, god, no," he breathed. "If I'd thought you had any interest in this..." Then he paused. "Are you disappointed?" He wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer.
"No! God no. Jeremy. I love you, baby. I just, I thought maybe...you weren't so into me, I mean in bed...anymore. I didn't know how to...bring it up," he said. "God you were so hot." He nuzzled into the crook of Jeremy's neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. "The way you fucked me. Like you needed my ass so bad you couldn't control yourself..."
Jeremy blushed, which was ridiculous, he knew, after what had just happened. "I just...I wanted to do that, but...I couldn't ask you, you know? To treat you that way...only after I was sure you wanted it, then it was so fucking hot..."
Derek nodded. "Yeah," he said. "Do you, um...want to do it again? I'm really into it, I swear. You can..." Just talking about it was making him hard again. "You can do anything to me that you want to," he enticed.
Even though he'd just had the most spectacular climax of his life, Jeremy gasped and felt his cock start to come to life again. "Anything?" he asked, mouth dry suddenly.
Derek gazed heatedly into Jeremy's eyes. "Anything. You. Want," he whispered. He licked his lips. A thrill went through him. He could hardly believe how perfect it was that his sweet, kind boyfriend was secretly kinky.
Jeremy moaned out loud. "You mean...I can treat you like a slut again? Like my own personal whore? You'll do anything I tell you to?" He could barely speak the words now. He'd never gotten hard so fast in his life.
"I am your own personal whore, baby," he agreed. He absently circled one of Jeremy's nipples with the tip of his finger. "I loved it when you pulled my hair. I felt so helpless with your big hard cock inside me and your fingers yanking so hard on my hair. All I could do was take it."
Jeremy began to pant. "I loved doing it, it made me so hard," he murmured. "And when you spread for me, and begged...you were the hottest thing I'd ever dreamed of." Just the thought of doing it again was enough to make him whimper.
"We can do this whenever we want now," Derek smiled adoringly at Jeremy. "I'm so happy, Jeremy. I love you much." He leaned in against and bit down on Jeremy's shoulder. "Now...I've been a very naughty boy, and I don't think I've learned my lesson yet," he purred.
Jeremy buried his hand in Derek's hair and yanked back, hard. "You have been very bad," he agreed, voice dropping. "You were going to let some other man touch what's mine." He let go of Derek's hair and pushed him back onto the bed. "My whore."
Derek moaned, tumbling back. "I didn't think you'd mind that much, baby," he panted. His scalp was aching deliciously. "Maybe you should show me who my body belongs to." He licked his lips, hard as a rock now.
"Oh, I intend to," Jeremy purred, straddling Derek and pinning him to the bed. He leaned over him and said, "You. Are. Mine. Every inch of you, to do with as I please." Just saying those words was erotic, and he knew he could last longer this time.
Derek gasped. "I'm addicted to your cock, baby. Every inch of me craves you. I love everything you do to me. My ass still stings where you beat me, Jeremy. Mmmm...You can do that anytime you want."
Jeremy bit his lip, staring down at Derek. "I'm gonna do everything to you, slut. Use you in every way possible. You're all mine."
Derek raised his arms over his head, gripping the headboard loosely. "I'm ready whenever you are, sexy," he purred. He wriggled his ass against the bedspread, feeling the soreness still there.
Jeremy looked at Derek's hands on the headboard and had an idea. "Don't move," he instructed, and got off Derek just long enough to get his belt. He quickly used it to secure Derek's wrists to the headboard, as best he could. It wasn't perfect, but it would hold.
Derek moaned. "Oh, god." He felt like there was liquid fire pumping through his veins. He looked at Jeremy, panting. "You could blindfold me again," he suggested.
Jeremy thought about it for a moment, then shook his head. "Not this time. I want you to see what I'm doing to you. I want to look at your pretty face as I fuck you so hard you scream."
Derek drew a shuddering breath. He tested his bonds and found them secure. He swallowed hard. "Tell me what you're gonna do," he pleaded.
Slowly, Jeremy climbed back on top of Derek, straddling him. "I'm going to fuck your dirty little mouth," he breathed, scooting forward so his cock was right in Derek's face. "Cause that's all you are, aren't you? Just something for me to fuck, and use however I want."
"Mmhm," Derek hummed. He parted his lips, running his tongue across them suggestively. "I'll be a good little cocksucker for you," he promised. Jeremy was sexier than he'd ever been, and Derek had never been more certain that this was the one.
Jeremy moaned, and wrapped his hand around his own cock to guide it to Derek's mouth. "You like to suck cock, don't you, slut?" Derek was beautiful and sexy and dirty this way. So perfect.
Derek nodded as he pressed his lips around the head of Jeremy's cock. It was degrading and claustrophobic and that just made it hotter.
Jeremy shoved his cock into Derek's face, and growled, "Open up and suck me, bitch. And make it good." Commanding Derek like this was freeing and so fucking hot that he could barely stand it.
Derek whimpered, opening his mouth wider. He sucked Jeremy's cock deep into his mouth, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. He was completely trapped. Even if he'd wanted to stop, which he didn't, he couldn't have. His hips moved restlessly. He was so hard.
Slowly, because he didn't really want to gag Derek, Jeremy began to thrust into his mouth. It wasn't the ideal position for this but that wasn't the point. The point was that Derek could only take what he chose to give him. He was just a convenient hole to fill with his cock. "Take it, you worthless slut," Jeremy demanded.
Derek moaned around the thick hard cock in his mouth. He tried to swallow around him each time Jeremy got near the back of his throat, and he stretched his head up to take more.
"Good little cocksucker," groaned Jeremy, one hand in Derek's hair. He thrust in as hard as he dared, watching his cock slide in and out of his lover's mouth. It felt incredible, but he knew he'd have to stop soon.
Derek was sucking him for dear life, moaning and stroking Jeremy with his tongue every chance he got. His entire world had narrowed to the man above him, and all he wanted was to make him happy.
Finally Jeremy had to pull out of Derek's mouth; he was getting too close. He looked down at Derek's red, swollen lips and whispered, "Mine."
Derek was panting hard. "Please..." He begged. "Oh please...I need your cock up my ass." He was trying hard not to wiggle beneath him. "Please...oh god, fuck me."
"Dirty little slut, begging for it," Jeremy hissed. "You're only good for one thing, you know that? Taking my cock..." He shifted, moving down the bed and pushing Derek's legs apart so he could get between them.
Derek moaned, spreading his knees easily at Jeremy's touch. "I need it...please...I need your cock...need to feel you pounding into me."
Jeremy needed it too, like air. He reached slowly for the lube, letting Derek watch as he coated his cock. Now that Derek knew it was him, he didn't bother with a condom.
Derek's eyes never left Jeremy. "God, you're so sexy," he breathed. "You make me so fucking hard."
Jeremy leaned forward, staring into Derek's eyes as he guided his cock to his entrance. "Beg," he bid smugly. "Make it good or you don't get my cock." His breath hitched as he felt the heat of his lover's body.
Derek curled his fingers around the belt, using the leverage to pull his knees higher. He knew, deep down, that Jeremy wouldn't withhold sex from him. That wasn't the point. "Please...Jeremy...I'll die without your cock inside me. Please...fuck me...use me...come inside me..."
"My whore," Jeremy moaned, and he couldn't stop himself driving deep inside Derek again. He loved him and lusted after him at the same time, and it was perfect. "Feel my cock claiming you," he growled, thrusting hard already. "You're mine. All mine."
Derek was already so close from all the buildup. He looked up at Jeremy's handsome face, mesmerized by him. One man encompassed everything he wanted and needed. "Only yours," he gasped.
It was the way Derek looked at him; it made Jeremy feel incredible, like he could do anything. He thrust smoothly in and out of Derek, the pleasure building until he thought he couldn't bear it any more. The sight of Derek, bound and writhing below him was more than he could take. "Come for me," he commanded roughly, barely holding back.
It was as if Jeremy could make him come on demand, because as he uttered the words, his body started to tremble and he pulsed between their bodies, crying out Jeremy's name.
It was, if anything, better than the first time and Jeremy hadn't thought that possible. He almost screamed, Derek's tightening body wringing a spectacular climax from him as he continued to drive into his lover.
Derek's arms ached. His skin tingled and chafed everywhere that Jeremy had spanked him. There were little aches and pains all over. He smiled up at his lover. "Mmm, that was beautiful, baby," he murmured contentedly.
Jeremy was still catching his breath as he released Derek's wrists. "I love you so much," he whispered as he lay next to him. He pulled Derek into his arms, amazed once again at his good fortune. Finally they could have everything together.
Derek wrapped himself around Jeremy's body. "I love you, too, you kinky bastard," he said, smiling adoringly. "I didn't think you could be any more perfect than you already were, but you are everything I could ever want, Jeremy."
Jeremy smiled. "If you ever want anything...please ask, baby? I want to be everything you want..." He felt content in a way that had nothing to do with sex.
Derek smirked at that. "I hope you can keep up with me, baby. I think we need to do a little shopping tomorrow." He leaned in and kissed him again, just lightly. "That belt was a nice improvisation, but I think we need to upgrade."
Jeremy whimpered. "I know lots of things I want to buy already," he murmured. And lots of things he wanted to do to Derek.
Derek rested against his love, sighing with sleepy contentment. "Mmhm...Whatever you want, baby. You're the boss," he murmured. Jeremy smiled. "Yes. I am," he whispered. He couldn't wait to see what they could come up with next.
Inspired by the important things in life: beauty, love, and passion, Jade Falconer has spent several years writing erotic fiction. The forbidden nature of homoeroticism has been the basis for many megabytes of fiction that has delighted a wide circle of online readers. Please feel free to visit Jade on MySpace at http://www.myspace.com/jadefalconer.
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