Henry's End (7 page)

“It’s about time I saw you without your clothes on.” The dimple had reappeared. “I want to be deep in your ass right now.”

Taking him by the hand, Henry led Cody into his bedroom for a slow dance of clothes falling by the wayside as they tasted one another’s mouths and necks, felt fingers pressing deep into the flesh of each other’s backs, and stood uncovering the nuances they’d yet to discover.

Gripping Henry’s face in his large right hand, Cody’s steely eyes turned hard and serious. “I wasn’t kidding the day we met, you don’t dance with another, you don’t flirt with another, no one else fucks you.”

Bringing up a hand to grasp Cody’s wrist, “You’re asking a lot for someone I’ve just met. Don’t you think that might be a little soon?” Henry had no desire to be with anyone else, but was certainly not going to disclose that fact.

“A little soon?” And there was the dimple. “I’m about to fuck your ass and spend the night with my arms wrapped around you. Is that a little soon?”

“Yeah, it’s a lot soon.”

“Isn’t that what you want?” Cody seemed surprised.

“It is what I want. It’s just,” Henry ran a hand through his thick hair, “confusing. It’s really confusing. It’s like here’s this thing between us that is clearly just a physical thing and then you have these demands of me.”
Give me something, anything. Something that this is more than just a throwaway fuck.

As Cody’s muscles tightened, his spine stiffened and straightened, making him appear even larger and more intimidating. “I’ll be honest with you. I don’t know what this is, Henry. It’s not a one-night stand. You’re not just some flighty guy I’m going to fuck and forget. I can’t get you out of my freaking mind. But I don’t know what this is. I want you. I want to dominate you, but then I want this other thing with you.” He stopped, a pained look on his face. “Am I even making sense?”

“Sort of.” Henry stared at his handsome face.

“Do you want me to go?”

They stood there naked, facing one another. The long moment of silence filled with words neither had the capacity to express.

“Not until morning,” Henry’s voice was soft.

The relaxation of Cody’s muscles was visible and he began to shake out his shoulders. “Good. That’s good.” He looked down, as if trying to formulate a thought before verbalizing it. When he looked up, he locked eyes with Henry’s. “Do you want me to do this to you?”

“I thought I did,” he paused. “I think I do. But what I want right now is for us to get in bed and just get to know each other.”

The dimple reappeared as Cody put a hand around the back of Henry’s head. “I think you just topped from the bottom.”

Laughing, “Maybe I did.”

“Don’t get used to it.” Cody pulled him in for a kiss.

Waking from an uneasy, alcohol-induced sleep, Henry couldn’t turn over and his left leg was asleep. The heavy arm of the big Marine spooned behind him, held him firmly in place and he needed to move.

A spooner. Never would have guessed that. And dead to the world, too.

Rubbing back into him, he could feel the tip of Cody’s cock on the crack of his ass. Slowly he moved up and down, pressing himself firmly into the sleeping giant. Henry could feel himself growing hard just feeling Cody’s cock on his ass. Still in a deep sleep, the big Marine began to harden and Henry kept up the motion until he felt Cody starting to grind into him.

“Mmmm,” Cody’s moan was filled with sleep as he thrust himself against Henry’s crack. “What a perfect way to wake up,” his morning voice was gravelly.

“Do you want a condom and some lube?”

“In a few minutes.” Cody swung a leg over Henry’s, pulling him even closer and moving his hand down to Henry’s waiting cock. Wrapping his large fingers around Henry’s girth, he slowly began to stroke him. “First, I want to feel how hard you get for me. Only me.”

Henry began to move with the motion of Cody’s hand, loving that this hot guy was jerking him off.

“You like that, don’t you? You like me stroking your cock and jerking you off.”

“Yes, I do.” He pumped more voraciously into Cody’s hand.

“Then come for me.” He sank his teeth into Henry’s shoulder.

“Oh God.”

And Cody bit harder. “Come for me,” he hissed.

“Yes,” Henry cried, spasming and spurting into Cody’s hand.

“Good boy,” he whispered into Henry’s ear. “I like when you listen to what I tell you to do. For that you get a reward.”

Barely coming down off one sensation, Henry was immediately lost to another as he felt a wetness at his anus.

“Oh God,” he moaned again, as Cody continued to massage his come into his ass.

With lips grazing Henry’s neck, while his fingers continued to play. “I’m going to fuck you with your own come.”

“Oh fuck, if I hadn’t just come that would have made me come,” Henry’s voice was barely a low moan.

“Get me a condom and lube and then get on all fours.” The Marine Captain commanded, totally in control and spitting out orders.

Henry did as he was told.

Cody’s large hand came down in a stinging slap across Henry’s ass. The unexpected assault had a delicious burn, Henry thought, his brain trying to keep pace with the onslaught of sensations. He heard the top of the lube bottle click open, followed by a wet stream of viscous solution slowly tunneling its way down his crack. When it reached the opening, Cody massaged it into the rim in a sensual, slow clockwise motion.

Pressing the tip of his finger in elicited a moan of “Oh God,” from Henry.

“Mmm, you are sensitive,” there was amusement in the Marine’s voice, as he thrust his finger in deeper, “and so, so tight. God, my cock is going to love being inside you.”

Henry felt more lube running down his ass just before Cody inserted a second finger and began a smooth languid motion of thrusting them in and twisting them to massage Henry’s prostate, causing his spent cock to begin hardening almost immediately.

“Fuck, Cody. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Are you ready to be fucked by a real man and not some fag?” his voice was hoarse and deep.

Henry moaned and immediately felt a sharp tug on his hair.

“I asked you a question, fag,” his tone serious and threatening.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He yanked Henry’s hair sharply again, pulling his head back.

“Yes, I’m ready to be fucked by a real man,” Henry choked out, wildly anticipating the painful burning of Cody’s entry.

“And only I fuck you.” Cody withdrew his fingers slowly and spread Henry’s ass cheeks wide. “None of those fags anymore, got that?”

“Y-Y-Yes,” Henry stuttered, “only you fuck me.”

Holding his breath at the delicious feeling of pressure the head of Cody’s thick cock created against his ass, Henry thought if he doesn’t fuck me right now I will beg for it, I will literally beg this man to fuck me.

As he had flippantly warned, the big Marine was not a gentle man. He took what he wanted. Forcefully. Deriving extreme pleasure from his conquest, knowing his total sexual domination of Henry fully met both their needs perfectly.

Before returning to the base later that day, he would take Henry’s ass another two times, once with Henry’s legs over his shoulders so that he could watch his face as he deeply plowed down into him and the final time lying on his back, with Henry sitting on him facing away. “You’ve earned controlling the depth and rhythm this time,” he told Henry. “You’ve given me what I needed.”

Henry was glad to have pleased him, hoping he’d want to come back for more. Like Jimmy. Maybe they could actually build something, be more. Be something. Something real this time.

As Cody began to spend all his base leave at Henry’s apartment, he let himself dream for the first time since he was nine, a dream he’d buried so deeply, he really wasn’t sure he’d ever dreamed it.

He wanted that someone. That forever someone.

“Seriously, are we ever going
to meet him? I would like to meet him before I die.” Stephen was the only one who could get away with saying that. Although he did so tongue-in-cheek, both Henry and Edwin inwardly winced, already feeling the deep pain in the knowledge that time with their special, new friend was rapidly drawing to a close.

“I’ll ask him. He’s kind of private. It’s the whole military thing and being discreet.”

The weeks had now passed into months and their routine was comforting to Henry. Nights at his apartment when Cody could get off base, dinners out, dinners in, the occasional drunk, wild night dancing. Cody taking him. Roughly. Sometimes almost savagely. Meeting both their needs perfectly.

This was their rhythm and Henry let himself believe that as much as he was Cody’s, Cody was his. Letting himself believe that was a place he’d never ventured before, not with his college relationships or those that came after.

“I want you to meet my friends.” Henry was almost timid in his request, not sure of the response.

Cody looked up from the cutting board where he was chopping carrots. “Which friends?”

“Just Edwin and Stephen.”

Cody remained silent and Henry forged on, “We’re going to lose Stephen soon and he really wants to meet you.”

Turning to face Henry, “What exactly do they know about me?” Cody stuck the tip of the knife into the butcher block cutting board.

“That your name is Cody and you’re hot and you’ve done two tours in Baghdad and I’m insanely crazy about you.” Henry smiled.

The one dimple appeared and the big Marine shook his head as he turned back to the task at hand, “Sure, I’ll meet your friends.”

Grabbing two plates from the cabinet to set the table, Henry felt his heart lighten. That had gone better than he’d anticipated. It was difficult to gauge how Cody would react.

Sitting down to eat, Henry filled their wine glasses. “To meeting my friends,” he toasted with a smile.

Cody leveled a steely-eyed glance at Henry over the rim of his wine glass. “You understand I need to be discreet.”

“I do, but I don’t see how this is any more threatening to your privacy than walking into The Hole.”

“No one knows a damn thing about me at The Hole. Not even people I went home with. You’re my first actual relationship of anyone I’ve met there. I never saw any of the others again.”

Henry looked down at the suddenly unappetizing food on his plate. They’d never discussed the past. It was one of the parts of Cody’s world that was locked in a bunker. Henry knew a man this beautiful and charismatic had been around the block a few times, but thinking about him picking up other guys at The Hole made him sad and evoked both feelings of jealousy and insecurity. He could be gone tomorrow. Like Jimmy.

“Don’t get like that, Henry. I can’t deal with that shit. Who am I here with? All my leave is spent with you.” It was clear Cody didn’t have a lot of tolerance for sulking.

“I know. I’m just being a jealous bitch.” Henry forced a smile.

Laughing, “Yeah, but you’re my bitch. And I like that.” Stabbing his fork into his food, “OK, so what do I need to know about them before we meet? Edwin’s the old guy, right? What’s his story?”

Stephen’s death was upon them before that meeting ever had a date attached to it. As Henry left a client meeting, his pager buzzed and he recognized Edwin’s number.