A Place for Cliff (12 page)

Cliff pressed back against him lifting his ass in invitation. Pyotr usually worked him over into a frenzy with foreplay, but not this time. It seemed his older lover was prepared to pound him right away. Cliff wasn’t complaining at all over the new advancements, foreplay or not he was burning to have him inside him. He was so close already he was likely to come the second he slid inside him.

Pyotr chewed on Cliff’s shoulder then pushed up onto his knees and lifted Cliff to do the same. His broad hands sliding down Cliff’s arms taking his hands and led them to hold onto the head board. Pyotr crawled up against him his cock throbbing against Cliff’s ass. Pyotr leaned forward against him and their bodies seemed to melt into each other, making Cliff dizzy. Pyotr hands stroked over his chest and sides, growing more ravenous. He growled in Cliff’s ear, “Grab a condom from behind the panel. I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer.” Pyotr’s hot breath instructed him.

Cliff pushed back keeping their embrace seamless. He dropped his head back and twisted just enough to offer up his mouth to be kissed knowing Pyotr would grant it to him, “Nothing between us anymore.”

“You’re certain?” Pyotr stilled around him.

Cliff knew he was certain, because he knew he didn’t have to ask if it was just them. Pyotr had made that commitment from the start. “Yes.”

Cliff offered up the oil and nothing else. His lover pushed him to lean forward poured some of the oil to dribble down his crack and used the blunt tip of his shaft to smear it around. Pyotr leaned back holding his weight propped up on one arm while the other hand guided his cock inside the tight sheath that was purely his to enjoy.

His hips rocked, soft pushes against the tight ring of muscle; his hand shifted to Cliff’s lower back and stayed, steadying him to keep still as he watched the red gland slipping in and out.

That was Pyotr; he loved watching absorbing every detail of their pleasure. Some tantric energy he got from it, but Cliff’s body was burning for more and he pushed down pushing the length of Pyotr’s erection to slide all the way in. Cliff’s head kicked back with an escaped gasp and Pyotr was quickly pumping into him with long strokes to nurture those gasps along further.

Cliff’s entire body tingled with waves of warm euphoria and he rocked back countering into each of Pyotr’s until finally he felt every mind shattering inch of his lover’s shaft filling him to the deepest of regions.

Cliff’s fingers curled into the head board, hanging on because everything else made him feel like his body was being pitched over a cliff, floating and falling all at once. Every moment he spent with Pyotr was like a new experience. A new shiver or a new warmth that spread across his body and his heart. There was no more falling for the man. He had hit rock bottom and fired off all his canons to be completely his. He’d never known such bliss and not just when they were in bed but everywhere else. Pyotr was always attentive and when Kimmi was with him his attention and respect was divvied out evenly. But the best part was still during moments like now when Pyotr made love to him. Finding every electrifying nerve ending that needed to be touched, and touched often til Cliff couldn’t stand it any longer.

Pyotr folded over him his arms encasing Cliff’s chest, holding and caressing as his groin rolled up into him. His steady, pulsing movements over Cliff’s body took on an almost hypnotic motion, sweeping them both into its sensual rhythm. Their bodies sheened with sweat only added to the seamless connection between them. Pyotr’s breath was deep and ragged, the very sound Cliff loved to hear. There wasn’t anything sexier then that sound. Paired with micro kisses and licking at the back of his neck and over his shoulders, as hard flesh stroked against hyper sensitive interior walls, Cliff was on a steady incline to euphoria and he hoped to never return.

Pyotr caught Cliff’s chin and pulled him around, his lips crushed against Cliff’s, their kiss one of rapture and hunger, of longing and deep commitment. Pyotr sucked in a lung full of air and let out a deep throated growl as he pushed deeper, and Cliff pressed back, returning the rolling pleasure his lover offered him. He matched the slow, steady rhythm Pyotr had begun; pushing out from the head board, relishing the sensation of being completely filled each time Pyotr drove his thick rod into him. Pyotr pressed him forward with a firm hand on his back shifting the angle of entry and instantly Cliff felt the rip of Pyotr’s engorge gland stroke against his prostate. Jolts of energy broadcasted out like some cosmic explosion rippling throughout his body. And he let out several moans.

Pyotr reached around him wrapping his fingers around the base of Cliff’s cock and pinched the underside flowing tube closed as he continued to ride inside him. “I want to feel you come around me,
draga
.” The wishful command was hot and breathy. Cliff could already feel the release coming. His cock aching to be stroked just once and he’d be there but Pyotr did no such thing. Instead kept him clamped off, while he continued to pass over his prostate. Cliff’s shaft throbbed in Pyotr’s hand pulsing out a mayday signal to have its release, while his throat clamped shut around the moans that struggled to be expressed. Cliff could hardly catch his breath. His knuckles went white against the head board, his throat and lungs burned for oxygen as he gasped and moaned even more.

“Oh God.” He squeezed his eyes shut and he felt himself tumbling. Only the warmth of Pyotr’s arms existed and the penetration that filled his rear nethers. It sank in with a singular thrust then rocked in deeper sending him pitching over the edge into oblivion. A shower of sparks burst behind his closed eyelids. And like a supernova it ripped through his body. His balls pull up tight, and he cried out as he came. Pyotr’s hand held tight squeezing him off, sending his orgasm into double load. His entire body shuttering violently and he cried out. Pyotr began thrusting into him. Deep, hard penetrating strokes that slammed to his very depth.

Cliff could hear Pyotr’s own heavy breathing, growling out with each thrust. “That’s it
draga
, cry for me. Let me hear you moan for my cock.” His growling became rough sawing grunts. Then he felt the pulsing sensation in his ass, felt it past his own release still fighting to break past the hand that kept it under its control. Then he felt the warm fluid fill his back walls. A keen sensation he couldn’t begin to describe if his life depended on it, but it was incredible. Soaking and saturating his body in his lover’s seed. And just then Pyotr’s hand let go. Instantly white cords of semen shot from Cliff’s own cock, spilling across his pillow and against the head board. Both men let out rasping expressions of exquisite rapture. Cliff tightened his anal muscles around the pulsing shaft and Pyotr let out a heavy groan and bent in to lavish a long hungry lick across his back.  He drew him around for another deep savage kiss as they rode out the last shutters of the release.

Pyotr’s mouth ravaged over Cliff’s as if he hadn’t begun to be sated yet, but Cliff could hear it on his lover’s breath, Pyotr was pleased. The kiss was the last hungry morsel, that was followed with small nibbles on his bottom lip. Nuzzling against his jaw and across his neck and shoulders. Like some wild animal marking him with his sweat and masculine scent by rubbing against him.
Postplay
. It was as equally erotic as foreplay with this man. Pyotr kept wrapped around him for a long still moment while they both caught their breath then he slowly eased out and pulled Cliff down to the bed on his back, then lowered over him to lick over his softened cock.

Cliff jackknifed instantly unable to remain still with Pyotr’s wicked tongue bathing his sensitized flesh. But Pyotr's hand caught him flat across the chest pressing him back down and ate him despite his moving about, then made a trail of kisses up his abdomen and chest til he slowed over him. Deep blue eyes like the evening sky stared down at him electrified with a look of pure satisfied bliss.

“Tell me you love me.” Pyotr nudged Cliff’s chin, then licked at it teasingly.

Cliff stilled, but his arms went up wrapping around Pyotr’s neck. He did love him, but had been fearful to tell him. Because doing so might send him away. “Why?”

“Because I have something to ask of you, but I need to hear what I know you feel, before I do. One must come after the other.”

“You won’t leave me will you?” Cliff was suddenly worried over what sort of response his answer was going to get, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to lie about it.

Pyotr caught Cliff’s jaw holding him firmly in a locked stare, “You would have a hard time convincing me to let go.”

“I don’t want you to let go.” Cliff‘s arms tightened and he lifted up to kiss him.

Pyotr kept the kiss short then lifted away, “Then tell me.”

“I love you. I have for some time.” He said it softly, because that part of him was so vulnerable to injury and he’d just exposed it.

Pyotr dropped over to his back pulling Cliff with him and letting his young lover’s head rest over his chest, waiting for what was about to be asked.

“I want you to move in with me.” Pyotr bent in to kiss the top of his head but it was instantly coming back up.

“What?” Cliff’s head popped up wide eyes and opened mouth like a carp and Pyotr couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. He ran his fingers through his tussled hair, but Cliff took them and brushed them away. “Stop. What did you just say?”

Pyotr just grinned, “I want you to move in with me.”

Cliff’s mouth shut, looking at him—face blank and Pyotr waited for the gears to start turning again. Amused by the minor hiccup in his lover’s head. “But what about Kimmi. I’m not leaving her here alone.”

“Of course not. She comes too.”

“I—” Cliff swallowed hard. God it seemed too good to be true. He loved Pyotr’s home even better since he would be with him all the time and not have to worry about Kimmi because so would she. “I don’t know I mean I don’t even know how to spring this on her.”

“I do. So I have invited the two of you to spend the weekend with me. Then Sunday night you can decide with her if you want to stay.”

Cliff glanced around his room. It wasn’t much, but it was theirs. “What about this place?”

“Keep it if you like.” Pyotr wouldn’t dare suggest they get rid of it, though it would not please him more to see Cliff stay forever, but he did have to be realistic about this, “You can rent it out to generate some extra income for you and Kimmi. That way it’s always here if you change your mind. Though I hope once you move in you never leave, but there may come a time Cliff, when you will only see an older man—”

“Stop. I told you I don’t care about that.”

“Now you don’t, but one day you might.” His fingers went to Cliff’s lips to silence more of the protests, “I’m only trying to say is whatever time I have with you I want us to be all the way. I want you in my life and my home, because I am very much in love with you,
draga
.”

Oh god how could he possible say no to this man. He hadn’t just heard the words he could see them in Pyotr’s eyes. He kissed him, soft and tender lazy embraces of their lips as they surrendered to the submersion of relaxation. Cliff rolled over to his back his neck notched into Pyotr’s arm pit with his arm falling heavily across his chest and he stared up at the ceiling just day dreaming of living with Pyotr. And for the first time in a while he had too much energy zipping through him despite their spent sex to doze away before they started up again. He thought about what happened earlier today and about what Sasha had told him. About Pyotr being more father then their own father, as he grew up. Funny how he hadn’t put the two together, but Sasha didn’t look much like Pyotr at all. Not like their brother Pavle, who not only lived with Pyotr, but also worked at Queens General where most of his EMT calls were taken too and saw him often in the ER.
Him
he could see the genealogy. Pavle looked a lot like Pyotr only lighter colored hair, sable or hazelnut. He grinned that Kimmi’s way of seeing color would just pop into his head all the time.  

Cliff rolled in place feeling too fidgety to lie back any longer and he looked up at the sleepy gaze of his lover, whose eyes smiled back at him.  “Your accent is stronger than Sasha’s.”

“Because I actually grew up in the Republic of Serbia, Sasha was barely five when we came to the United States. I was twenty five at the time.”

“Tell me more please.”

“I was born in Čačak
.
Eventually my father moved us all to Belgrade where there was more work and I attended the University of Belgrade up until the time we left—”

“Do you ever wonder how your life would have turned out if you didn’t come to the states?”

“Oh I suppose the time would come and I would have been arrested and publicly executed.”

Cliff pushed up on his arms, his face filled with the alarm he felt, “Why do you say that?” Cliff couldn’t for the life of him think of any reason why a man like Pyotr would be given a death sentence.

“Because I was gay
and
I had an Albanian lover. Our government considered them the
dergs
of our nation.”

“What was his name?”

“Kostandin. He had a sister, Ljena, a few years younger that lived just outside of the city. We’d go there on weekends so we could be together and not be confined to our dorm room. We told everyone I was courting her. So it seemed natural that we were together all the time. In our society men hung with other men, not their wives.”

“Did you love him?”

Pyotr closed his eyes a moment just remembering those far off times. “Yes very much so.”

“Do you think you’ll ever fall in love like that again?”

Pyotr reached down scooping Cliff up under the arms and pulled him up and wrapped around him. “I believe I already have.”

They kissed like there was no tomorrow, slow and playful just enjoying that small moment. Cliff dropped his head over Pyotr’s shoulder with his face tucked under the man’s jaw. He could feel sleep coming for them and still his mind raced. “So do you really have eleven brothers and sisters?”