Handcuffs And A Smile: Scene Two, Take One

“I must admit this has taken me a bit by surprise.”

Sean watched his lover perch on the bed’s edge and he smiled wickedly. “Is that a ‘no’?” He teased.

“Hardly,” he drawled as he trailed a slender forefinger down the front of Sean’s chest. “However….”

Sean grunted softly as the hand stroking him suddenly twisted his nipple, pulling the fine hairs in the process.

His lover arched a thick, blond brow. “Too much?”

“I suppose it’s my turn to be surprised. Does make me wonder about you, though.”

“I’m well educated, thanks to Clive.”

Deciding not to think about that particular hint, Sean changed the subject. “There was a ‘however’ hanging, I believe.”

Slapping Sean’s thigh, his lover rose. “I smell like gunpowder and concrete dust.” Turning, he bent down and with a quick, lightening flick of his tongue, teased Sean’s cock. “Should give you something to think about while I’m cleaning up.”

Sean lay, with his hands suspended over the bed and listened to the sound of running water. Perhaps, he thought wryly, he’d bitten off a bit more than he could chew. He always acted impulsively, with the primary examples being his numerous ex-wives and having a former co-star as a lover. One of these days, he thought, he’d have to learn to curb his wayward whims. He heard the shower shut off and then the bathroom door opened. He smiled hopefully and received a cheeky wink in response.

“I do wonder what else you’ve got in your closet.”

Sean blushed as he thought about the shoebox. “I’ve an ex who had a rather kinky sense of humor.”

“Anyone I know?”

Sean heard the sound of rummaging. “Well, six degrees of separation and all that.”

“Oh, not Ian?” A head popped out of the large walk-in closet.

“Not even. Besides, that would be one degree. What have you got?”

“This?” He held up a white silk tie as he exited the closet. “I seem to remember seeing you in this at the Orange Awards a while back.” He sat on the bed and looped the necktie around Sean’s eyes. “I think we’ll try a new style.” The smooth voice purred in his ear. “You know, we did a sex scene today that was the most erotic thing in the world. And do you know why it was so erotic?” When Sean shook his head from side to side, his lover continued. “Because we showed nothing at all.”

“Less being more?”

“Something like that. Now, less chatter, eh?” He pinched Sean for emphasis.

Sean growled but didn’t reply, instead deciding to play his lover’s game, the one he’d started in the first place. He relaxed against the headboard, only wriggling his fingers a bit to keep the circulation. He felt the bed move as his lover got up and he heard the sound of bare feet on carpet and he thought he heard the refrigerator open, then silence. He caught a whiff of his lover’s soap moments before something cold and wet slid over his chest.

“Ah!” He arched his back, straining against the handcuffs as an ice cube lazily circled his left nipple before sliding over his chest and circling the right. He felt his nipples pucker and draw and grow cold-numb. The ice cube was removed and replaced by a hot mouth, made even hotter against the iciness of the puckered disk. Sharp spikes of pleasure-pain radiated from his nipple and he moaned. Once more, the ice stroked over his flesh, melting even as it slid through the blond hairs on his chest and down, down, towards his navel. He felt his groin tighten in response. The ice rimmed his navel and was pushed deeply so that Sean had to suck in his breath.

“I believe your toes are curling.” The ice moved to Sean’s inner thigh.

“Eeya!”

His lover laughed, blowing lightly on his now sensitive skin, as he plunged his tongue in and out of Sean’s bellybutton. Rivulets of melted ice water rolled off Sean and dripped onto the bed.

When his lover stopped tongue-fucking his navel, he gasped. “I don’t think you play very fair.”

“Mmno?”

“Oh, no, you mmmmm…”

His cock was enveloped by a mouth that had been sucking on something cold. The combination of cold and hot sent electrical jolts up and down his spine. He grasped the headboard and the handcuffs jangled. His lover sucked harder on his cock, nearly drawing Sean’s hips from the bed in the process. After several minutes of intense pleasure, Sean’s cock was released from the warm cavity. He lay with his legs sprawled and his chest heaving and strained his ears. He could still feel his lover beside him, although he could not hear anything at all.

Fingers brushed over his lips and Sean automatically stuck out his tongue and tasted chocolate. He sucked greedily, lapping the confection from the digit. The finger was removed and something warm and sticky dripped onto his torso, down his belly and over his thighs. He smelled chocolate syrup and couldn’t help laughing.

“Didn’t they feed you?”

‘Hush, or I’ll add a gag to the blindfold.”

Sean bit his lip. His silence didn’t last long as his lover, contented with his handiwork, began meticulously licking the sweet chocolate from Sean’s body, starting with his thighs. Tongue and lips worked in tandem, savoring each drop of chocolate and essence of Sean. He found his legs being forced apart and the mattress shifted as his lover settled between his legs. Frustrated, he rattled the handcuffs, wishing he’d kept the key closer at hand.

The tongue slithered over his thighs and belly and up once more to his chest. Each nipple was captured in turn, sucked and bitten and lapped, until Sean strained against his bonds and his breath whistled between his teeth. Just when he thought there was nothing else, his lover pulled apart his cheeks and inserted his finger. His passage burned at first and then relaxed as his lover teased and coaxed him. Eager lips captured his own and he opened his mouth, inviting and welcoming his lover’s kiss.

A second finger joined the first and Sean’s hands clenched into tight fists as his passage was kneaded from the inside out. The fingers withdrew and Sean’s legs were draped over his lover’s shoulders and he felt an insistent probing at his entrance. Initially, his hole resisted, but his lover pushed harder, breaching the barrier and penetrating him fully. Hands clasped the headboard near his and he felt his lover’s knees pressing against his ass. He was stretched wider as his lover penetrated him. Frustration built as his lover pumped harder against him, meanwhile all he could do was arch his back and rattle the handcuffs against the headboard. He tried straining forward to bite his lover, but missed and had to settle for growling instead. Sean’s lover laughed at that and moved all the harder, forcing Sean to slide along the mattress.

Their bodies slid together and the bed squeaked and the handcuffs rattled in time to the thrusts and the heavy breathing. And Sean began a long moan that grew louder as each of his lover’s thrusts brought him closer to climax. When his lover grabbed his fingers and entwined their hands, he held on tightly and flexed his thighs so that his ass came off the bed and he pushed back, forcing his lover even deeper than before.

With a loud groan, Sean came and his semen splattered his chest. A few moments later, his lover followed suit. They lay together catching their breaths and listening to each other’s racing heartbeats. At last Sean stirred and shook his hands to get the blood flowing again.

“I suppose I should let you out of those?”

“It would be nice. I’d like to return the favor.”

“Would you handcuff me?”

“I’d do a hell of a lot more than that.”

“That’s something to keep in mind, isn’t it? Where did you put the key?”

“There on the night stand.”

“It’s not here.”

“Of course it’s there. Undo this damned tie so I can see.”

The white silk tie was removed and Sean blinked until his eyes adjusted to the light. “Try looking around on the floor,” he said unnecessarily as his lover groped about on the carpet for the missing key. “It’s got to be here somewhere.”

“Well, you must have done something else with it because it isn’t here now.”

“Fuck. Now what do we do?”

“Call a locksmith?”

“Might as well call the paparazzi while we’re at it.”

His lover laughed. “Can’t you see the headlines? Stormtrooper and Essex Boy found in love nest. What do they say in America? Film at eleven?”

Sean growled. “Wait until I get out of these bloody handcuffs.”

~*~ End ~*~

A/N 2: If you think you know the identity of Sean’s lover, email me privately for a pairing of your choice.