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Loosening his hold for a moment, Ray let the other man wrap his thick arms around him, his smile hidden against the skin where his face was pressed down against the broad chest so close to a flat pink nipple. Hands grasped at his shoulder blades, and Ray pressed back into them for a moment as Renny shifted for purchase, then with a triumphant yell, he slammed himself forward, shoulder-forward, long legs purposefully tangling into the other man as he leaned himself forward, smiling as he felt them begin to fall to the floor.
The resounding crash filled the apartment, accompanied by the Mountie's muffled 'oof', and Ray quickly pressed his advantage, hands encircling the large wrists as he forced Turnbull's arms up over his head, body wriggling up to hold the other man down as he grinned into the face so near his own.
"Gotcha."
Renny stared at him, eyes wide and mouth open as Ray chuckled, inordinately pleased with himself for finally beating the large Canadian at something. Even if he cheated. Just a little.
"So, whatcha gotta say to that?" he grinned, not really caring that he was acting insufferable. Renny hadn't rubbed his nose into the many times that he'd beaten him, but Ray figured that just because the other man was polite didn't mean that he had to be.
"Ah." The voice was suspiciously breathy and low, almost husky, and Ray tilted his head in surprise and licked his lips, breath catching as those blue eyes tracked the motion of his tongue almost. . . hungrily?
Shifting slightly, Ray let his thigh press up against Turnbull's crotch, almost as if by accident, his eyes widening at the heated hardness pressed intimately up against him. "Oh."
"Um, well," Renny began, clearing his throat as he tried to shift away, only succeeding in rubbing up against the hard thigh pressed against him, breath catching on the surge of arousal that slammed through him. Breathe. Think. You can get out of this with dignity. Don't think about licking his tongue or biting his lips. Don't think of his smell or. . . oh, oh, just think of Canada, Constable! "I, uh. . ."
"So," Ray breathed against his lips, leaning closer, fingers tightening around Renny's wrists. "Looks like I won." Then, with a small smile, he leaned in and pressed his lips against Turnbull's open mouth.
Electricity, currents of pure golden energy and light rippling through him like alcohol or sunlight, shining through each cell in his body as he impulsively breathed in the scent and taste of the air that expelled into his mouth with a sigh, eyes closing against the incredulity of perfection made real. A tongue was tracing his lips, and Renny opened himself up further, shifting his legs until Ray lay nestled between them, tongue reaching out almost delicately to meet the other man's, gasp swallowed by the searching mouth as their lips were fused together by a sudden surge of desire. He squeezed his eyes shut in amazement as the heat grew against his leg, and Ray thrust his growing erection up to meet his, hot and incendiary.
"Ah," he breathed, body bucking up in response as he regained Ray's mouth with a vengeance, tongue frantically moving over teeth, gums, roof of the mouth in a desperate need to learn and memorize. His fingers itched to touch, and he reached down to run his hands over the slick flesh, but Ray's fingers merely tightened about his wrists and forced him to remain with his hands over his head.
"Na-ah," Ray breathed against his neck, teeth nipping and pulling at the salty flesh, drawing wild moans and strangled whimpers from the Mountie beneath him as he thrust down. "Yer gonna stay put."
"But. . ."
"Stay. Put." His grip tightened almost painfully, then loosened as Ray trailed his fingers down the tense muscles, talented finger pads tracing the delicate inner folds of Renny's elbow as he began to slither down, mouth busy and wet against his skin as he headed determinedly towards one of those tantalizing nipples.
"Ray, I. . ." Renny began, needing to touch but forcing his arms to stay in place, fingers tangling together in an attempt to keep himself still. The heat that washed through him at Ray's assertiveness was sharp and incredible, and as the other man began to flick his tongue over the puckered nipples, one at a time, he realized that there was no way that he's be able to last very long. "I don't know how long. . ." he moaned breathilly, voice catching into a sharp sigh as teeth tugged against the sensitive nubs, pulling at his flesh. "Ah, Ray, Ray, RAY!"
"'S'all good," Ray muttered against his skin as he traveled lower, hands running appreciatively over the built chest and down Renny's belly, index finger dipping momentarily into the belly button -- an innie, he noted with a goofy smile-- as he made his way to his ultimate destination. He wouldn't be able to last much longer, either -- Turnbull was hot and moaning beneath him, hips thrusting up to make contact with his own throbbing cock with each low, almost-animal grunt, hands twisting frantically about each other in desperate lust above his head.
"It's all good," he repeated, licking his lips as he finally reached out pull down the other man's sensible boxers, breath catching as the purplish-red cock bobbed up immediately, head glistening with a trickling layer of pre-cum. Swallowing compulsively, he reached out and touched that small pool of moisture, his own breath catching as Turnbull hissed and bucked beneath him, amazingly responsive to his touch. There was no way that this would last long, and Ray couldn't quite bring himself to care.
Taking a deep breath, he leaned his face forward, intensely aware of the strangled moan from above him as Renny watched, amazed, as he touched his tongue to the tip of the other man's cock, eyes widening as it bobbed up against his lips. Then, one hand sliding down his body to cup his own erection through his boxers, Ray took Turnbull into his mouth.
He almost choked when the other man thrust up into his mouth with a wail, eyes shutting as he fumbled his hand into his boxers and fisted his cock, knees drawing up until he was in position above the writhing man, mouth going down part-way and then back up to the tip in a deep rhythm, hand matching the thrusts as he shut his eyes and concentrated on the sensations of a throbbing cock in his mouth, eager and hot.
"Argh, ah, Ray," Renny panted, trying desperately not to thrust, hips moving up irregardless, fingers clenched painfully together as he fought the urge to bring them down and tug at the blond spikes of hair. Wet heat surrounded him, engulfed him in a sea of sensation and desire, spiking up out of control as he gasped in each breath, head moving back and forth as he moved closer and closer to the edge, voice rasping on a wail.
Then, with a sharp cry and Ray's name on his lips, he roared into orgasm.
The sudden flow of semen caught him completely by surprise, and Ray took a quick swallow then pulled his mouth away, hand reaching up to catch the scalding fluid in his palm. Then, trembling, he brought his heat-soaked hand down into his boxers and rubbed the scalding semen against his own cock.
With a silent shudder, mouth opened in amazed desire, Ray shot out, eyes squeezing shut as he crashed over the edge, beyond thought or control as he joined his lover in completion.
*********************
Renfield Turnbull sighed happily and pulled the smaller man tighter against him, smile pressed against the blond hair as Ray settled within his arms.
"So."
"So."
Ray twisted within his loose grasp until he was propped up over him, looking down with devilish blue eyes. "You liked to be ordered around in bed, huh?"
The sudden flush caught Renny by surprise. "Uh-- why would you say that?"
"I'll keep that in mind." With a grin, he settled back against him, fingers tracing lazily against his skin. "This could be fun." There was a long moment of silence before he added, "I won, ya know."
"Uh-uh."
"I did too!" he exclaimed, pulling up to mock-glare down at the deliciously rumpled Mountie. "I beat you fair and square!"
"I think we both won." Feeling wonderfully sated and sappy, Turnbull pulled his lover in for a kiss.
"Oh." With a grin he kissed him back, rare dimple flashing. "I can get behind that." Hands crept up his back, caressing and gentle. "I can so get behind that."
Renfield Turnbull could only agree.
The End
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