Devil to PayPart 14Viggo came over to look at me, later. I was still hot but he said I was better than I'd been. That was true. Whatever the stuff was that the rags were soaking in, it did help. He told us it was Saturday - fucked if I knew; and that Tino said they all went for food supplies and stuff on Saturdays. We were comparatively safe -for a few hours, anyway. Lighe was lying down behind me, drawing circles on my shoulder with his finger. Viggo took everybody outside to "gather fruit". We must have been so obvious the pheromones were pissing everybody off. A close encounter of some sort was definitely needed. Viggo said with a straight face - fuck, how did he manage it? - that they'd be gone a good hour. Great. The minute the voices faded down the hillside, I caught hold of Lighe, and pulled him in front of me. He giggled. I stopped the giggling very efficiently by parting his lips with my tongue. It worked. He started moaning instead. Fuck! So did I. Oh, god, he tasted so good. His lips quivered, and his eyes closed. And his dick rose hard against mine. I moaned again. God, to hold him in my arms - to touch him - to have him touch me. "Oh, Lighe - feel me - fucking hold me, before I burst!" He reached down between us and freed my cock. His hand was trembling. I did the same for him. He was nearly as hot as I was, and he fitted into my hand as if he was made for it. He breathed into my mouth, and the touch of his fingers burned my skin. God, I wanted him! I wanted to be inside him - I wanted him to be in me. Fuck that Smiley! Damn him to hell! "Sblom?", a tiny voice, breathless on the warm afternoon air. "May I kiss...?" His head moved down my body to - I stopped him. "No love, you can't." "Why, Sblom?" His eyes filled with hurt. I had to tell him. "Because it may not be safe, Lighe. Maybe Smiley had diseases, y'know, love." "Diseases?" he murmured, as if he'd never thought of the possibility. "Diseases? The infection? My God, Dom..." His voice stuck in his throat. He kissed me tenderly on the mouth. His lips were so fucking soft... "Will you be okay, Sblom? What can I do for you?" The earnest look on his face pierced me to the core. "Fuck all anybody can do out here, love. It'll all be sorted when we get...home. Don't worry about it." He snuggled into my chest, and held me tight. I was more confident with him than I felt, but now was not the time to think about it. Now I wanted to think about the man resting in my arms - much more fucking pleasant. "What can we do, then, Sblom? I can touch you - we've done that before." He replaced his fingers where they felt best. "As long as you wash your hands afterwards, and don't put them near your mouth - Oh, yes." I wanted him. I wanted so badly to learn all his body. I wanted to forget the pain, and the terror and the possibilities...I wanted, for one short hour, for him to forget, too. "Lighe, take your clothes off for me, love. I want to see you." He stood up, and stripped. The sun was shining through the cave entrance. It was warm, and pleasant. The bright rays lit him, and his skin glowed like the marble of a Greek statue. Beautiful. Shit! I could come just looking at him. He smiled down at me, his cock, stiff and proud, pointing towards me as if it knew its way home. I wanted that in my mouth. Fucking needed to taste it. God - you had to learn patience, Monaghan! I sat up, resting my back against the warm rock. "Come here, babe". I held out my arms to him, and he settled in my lap, with a sigh. "Want to touch you, Lighe. Want to feel you all over. Want to..." He turned his face in to kiss me, then put his head on my shoulder, and spread himself out across my lap, with a whimper. "Yes", he said, hoarsely. "Fucking touch me!" He reminded me of a statue I had seen somewhere. A man spread across a woman's knees. Open, vulnerable. Except that man was dead. This one was very much alive, and wanted me as much as I wanted him. I ran my hand over the skin of his chest, rolling nipples into hardness, feeling the muscles quiver under my fingers, enjoying the beauty of him. His arms were creamy, and firm with muscle. The very sinews and bones and tendons of him were a matter for poets. I smoothed the skin down as far as I could reach - his knees. I parted his legs, slightly, and brought my hand up the silken length of his inner thigh. Soft. Soft and warm. He sighed against my shoulder, turning his face into my neck - breathing warm, moist air over me. His wet lips gliding over my skin, mouthing and kissing. His left hand rested on my chest - just rested there, not moving. Then he opened his thighs wider, and offered himself up to me I could have wept. I moved my hand slowly down past his stomach. He gasped, quietly. I touched the dark, springy hairs at his groin, and smoothed his hardness. Just smoothed it. He groaned. So did I. Fuck, he was...stunning. I could almost taste him. I could smell him, and it was driving me wild. But I wanted to pleasure him. Poor bugger hadn't had much pleasure during the past few days. I wanted to reach inside him, and grasp his being. I wanted to make him mine, as I was his first. He was mine! No other fucker would touch either of us again, I swore, if I died for it. We were each other�s, from today. Yes. Slowly, I reached down, cupping the heavy, velvet covered weight I found underneath him, and softly fingered the sensitive skin of his sac, feeling the hardness within. I wanted to kiss him, there, to suck them into my mouth - but was afraid to move; afraid to spoil the moment ...the moment in which I discovered him. I licked the palm of my hand, and took his cock in it, gliding up and down the shaft, gently, gently. He was making soft, gasping, whimpering sounds into my neck, but he didn't move. My cock was on fire. He was lying on it, and the pressure of his skin touching me was ...indescribable. I didn't need anything else. I knew it. I would come just from that, and from looking at his face when he came...oh, fuck, he sobbed - sobbed my name - "Dom!" I stared down at the length of him, swollen and leaking into my hand. Fuck it; my mouth was watering for it. It, like him, was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen - and it was mine! I spread the pre-come over him, my thumb brushing across the head made him twitch. I stroked faster. He was coming. I looked down as his whole body quivered. Mine sang. I could feel the pulsing throb of his climax, but I wanted to see him come. I wanted to have him come on me. I wanted... He was gasping - calling me, tensing in my grasp... saying "fuck me, Dom! Fuck me! God - love ... love!" into my skin, as his damp breath fell on my neck. The word went in through my skin and touched some part of me that until that moment, I hadn't even known existed. Love. He was sobbing, now, and coming into my hand, thrusting, shaking, trembling. As the urgent spurts touched me, I throbbed with him. "Lighe!" I cried out. "Fuck, babe! Oh, God, Lighe - fuck!", as I came against him. He threw his arms round my neck, and pressed himself to me. I tightened my grip, and drew him in. He wound his legs tightly around me, and we gave ourselves up to joy. My God, no one try to tell me heaven doesn't exist - nirvana - the place of enlightenment. I found it in his arms. "I love you, my Sblom", he said shakily, kissing me with wet, trembling lips. I blame my fever. I wept. "Oh, no, Sblom - No, no - I love you!", he whispered, kissing my face, gently. Little, bird-like kisses, soothing and sweet. "Ssh, Sblom - Ssh, love! No!" "'S�okay", I managed into his mouth. "I just love you so fucking much, it hurts". He kissed me, again. "I know", he whispered. "I know." We were dressed, and lying side by side, wrapped in the blanket - still in each other�s arms - when the gang returned. The air was thick with the scent of our love, but I didn't care. Let them smell us. I had had him under my hands. I had seen his naked beauty. I had made him come. I had raised my hand to my mouth and tasted his essence. He had touched the core of me... and I of him - and I had discovered that he was, in all truth, and in all ways - perfection. Absolute fucking perfection! |