A Place for Cliff (6 page)

“Come on. It took us forever to get out here. We’ll walk through Macomb Park and catch the Number 22 there to start the trek home.” His arm went over her shoulders pulling her to him as they walked. It was a long trip when you had to go by bus, then train and then on another bus, but it had been well worth seeing Pyotr for that brief moment. Even if Kimmi was making too much of it.

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Pyotr stood in the shower under the streaming water, his head lowered as he leaned on a hand pressed flat on the wall. He hadn’t expected to see Cliff. That did something to him, seeing the young man had come out to watch him rowing. And he could make a good guess it was his kid sister with him. That was a very positive action running in his favor.

He brought up the image of Cliff and them kissing, envisioned Cliff standing with him now, his lips beckoning him. Cliff really did have some incredible lips. Full, pouty. Edible. Not a typical feature on a man, but it was an incredible bonus. He bit at his own just savoring the anticipation.

“Does it to you, does he?” the man stepping up to the shower head next to him spoke through his thoughts.

Pyotr opened his eyes to see his brother, Pavle standing next to him adjusting the shower knobs to get the right temperature.

Pyotr smiled his acknowledgement. He felt like a kid in his new-found crush for the young lad and wasn’t a bit ashamed for it.

“Yeah well next time try not to break the oars in the process, will ya?” Pavle ducked under the water letting it rinse away the sweat.

Pyotr turned to do the same, but instantly the showers filled with boisterous laughter and cajoling. He opened his eyes once more to find his team mates all laughing at him. He glanced down at the hard-on he was sporting being the object of their amusement as it jabbed upward for the ceiling.

“Ya think the little blonde twink did it for him?” one of the men across from them asked in general to the others.

“He’s not a twink. You know I don’t go for that sort of thing.” Pyotr moved to correct the accusations with a stern tone. He closed his eyes and moved under the stream of water enjoying the feel as it cascaded down his skin, just imagining it was Cliff’s tongue instead. Pyotr felt exhilarated, his body pumped from the workout, feeling the intoxicating mix of adrenalin and testosterone coursing through his veins all the way to his erection. He envisioned licking over Cliff’s cock as he began to stroke over his own.

“Come here daddy. I’ll bend over for ya an’ you can run that beautiful sword up my arse.” Another one of them called to him in lustful offering.

Pyotr glanced at the New Zealander man, “You’ll mind your talking, Hemi. So you don’t interrupt my wet dream is what you’ll do.” It was a gentle warning.

“Such a waste of a gorgeous cock.” One of the others drew closer with hopes to temp him some.

Pyotr peaked an eye open finding Tim standing dangerously close. “A show is all you’re gonna get.”

“Hey, dinner and a movie. I’m up for that.” another joked calling Tim back to the lower ranks. “Come here Tim, I’ll stroke you up good and plenty while you watch.”

They had a general rule, no dating between mates, but that didn’t stop them from fooling around a little in the shower from time to time. Of course none of them would think twice about having a go with Pyotr. Rules be damned for a chance to lay next to his beautiful body.

“Pavle is still making up for lost time. I’m sure he’d be more than happy to stick ya. And then you can give him a ride home.” Pyotr went back to his wet dream. He actually needed to hurry it up and just get a little release so he could get out of there and catch Cliff before they made it to the bus stop.

“Not like you to put forth the effort for a short fling.”

Pavle commented from his short perception, while Pyotr stroked himself to the edge. “That’s because it’s not.”

“I  mean no offense brother. but he looked a little young on the meter don’t you think?”

“He doesn’t think so—” Pyotr sucked in a long ragged breath. His hand throttling over his shaft now as he held on to the vision of his lover pinned underneath him, “and he has the body of a man. That’s good enough for me.” He let out a tight bellow. His body curling up, all his muscles tensing and he shook in his own grasp. His cock throbbing a steady release of cum out over the shower floor.

“Fuck, what a waste.” One of the men muttered under their own panting. As several of them had begun jacking themselves just watching Pyotr.

Pyotr quickly rinsed and turned the water off. He glanced at his brother who was watching him keenly. “Find out why Sasha and Darko didn’t make it in for practice for me will you? Oh and make sure one of these blockheads takes you home.”

“Oh I’m sure I’ll get something to ride.” He shot him a mischievous wink.

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Cliff and Kimmi had just reached the far end of the park when the black Audi Quattro pulled up alongside them and stopped. Cliff knew the car and expected the window to slide down, but instead Pyotr stopped and got out, coming up to them. He looked good, fresh and clean from a recent shower. His hands tucked in the pockets of his relaxed Dockers. It almost looked like Pyotr was forcing himself to hold back on some small detail. His eyes gleaming with some deeper happy thoughts and Cliff found himself pondering what they might be. He felt a sudden blush that the thoughts might have something to do with him.

“I thought it was you I saw.” Pyotr looked at the girl. Her head was covered in a fun colorful bandana, the shortest strands of blond hair the same color as Cliffs sticking out in the front, even the same color of eyes. He smiled, “And you must be Kimmi.” He withdrew a hand from his pocket and offered to shake her hand.

The smile she offered at his reception was instantly welcoming and contagious. Before the first exchange of words he adored her instantly. Pyotr’s hand went back to its hiding place, but the grin never left. “I usually eat at one of the local restaurants after practice. You should come join me.”

Cliff hesitated, not sure what to expect or what to do at that point. To be asked to go eat with the man was outside any definition of a scene and he had Kimmi with him. Surely Pyotr didn’t really want to be around him while she was there. No one else he ever knew did.

“Please. I already ditched the others.” Pyotr countered his hesitation as if on cue, “I know of a great place, the foods very good—”

“Kimmi has—”

“Even for the most finicky stomachs.” Pyotr broke in, he wasn’t about to be refused.

Pyotr was good to his word having picked out a local family Italian restaurant that not only had Kimmi’s favorite food, but Pyotr saw to it their white pizza was light on the basil, heavy on the garlic and cheese.

They sat out on the terrace overlooking the river watching several more scull teams like his own go by well into the evening, along with kayakers and a few pleasure boats. They talked about a variety of things—the area and more about boating, Kimmi’s fond hobby of glass painting and where Cliff went to school for his EMT registry.

For dessert they had gelato. Of course when Kimmi couldn’t decide which flavor she wanted, Pyotr ordered a dish with a scoop of them all and they shared, taking notes of which they preferred as they talked some more. And the first sign from Kimmi that she was getting tired, Pyotr offered them a ride home.

Pyotr pulled up in front of the single story home tucked length-ways on its lot, with hardly enough space between it and the next house to get a lawn mower past.

“You wanna come in?” Kimmi invited Pyotr as he came around to open the door for her. “I’ll probably go straight to bed, but you can still stay and spend time with Cliff.” Her tired expression held a mild hint that she knew fairly well what was developing between her brother and the older man, even if they hadn’t even dared a single touch between them in front of her.

Cliff immediately blushed, and diverted his eyes, aware her invitation had openly placed them both on the spot.

Pyotr only grinned, “I’d love to.”

Cliff’s blush deepened to a darker red; well, okay, so only
he
was on the spot.

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CHAPTER THREE

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Pyotr followed Cliff down the stairs into the basement that made up his room.  They’d crossed half way when Cliff stopped and turned to say something but froze, coming face to face with the lusty expression on the older man’s face. Whatever thought process might have been intended was gone. He swallowed nervously and his mouth went dry. He didn’t move, didn’t know how to move or what to say, if anything. He could only hope that Pyotr was planning on taking over from here, and real soon, because he couldn’t muster up a single brain cell toward initiating anything.

Pyotr stood tall and still before Cliff, an almost unreadable expression on his face. Almost, because Cliff could still see a deep wanting in there staring right through him. And then Pyotr took the last few steps between them. When he stopped there was a barely a breath of air between their bodies. Still silent, Pyotr’s hands moved and slipped under his shirt. Like a liquid caress and just as fluid the man’s hands moved up his sides towards his chest and shoulders. A slight gasp escaped Cliff’s lips at the touch and his breathing deepened. Anxiety and anticipation stormed inside him and he felt his entire body take off, flying away without him.

Pyotr’s hands moved further up in a smooth motion, Cliff’s t-shirt gathering over his wrists as he moved up. His finger tips tickling as they made it to Cliff’s arm pits. “Lift your arms.” The command whispered, and breathy.

Cliff found his arms obeyed on their own before his brain could give the go ahead and Pyotr pulled his shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor.

“Keep them up.” Pyotr whispered as his hands glided up the length of his extended arms. His lips followed, kissing him along the inner muscles of his bicep, while his hand ran in a gentle caress all the way up to clasp around the younger man’s wrists, guiding them down to wrap around his neck. Once Pyotr had Cliff posed as he wanted, his hands reversed course, finding their way back down the streaming toned muscles while his lips found his, flicking his tongue out to tease him. He rocked back each time Cliff tried to return the kiss.

After several times of this, Cliff’s arms tightened around Pyotr’s neck to prevent the teasing, but to no gain. Pyotr had enough height and strength on him to still cause him suffering in his playfulness.

“Do I frustrate you?” Pyotr teased him more as his hands moved down around his hips.

“And then some.” Cliff made no attempt to hold back his opinion of his soon-to-be lover’s fun with him. Just then, Pyotr’s hands grappled under the curve of his ass and yanked him to his body, crushing the growing erections they shared between them. Cliff let out a gasp and Pyotr’s tongue moved in, licking into his mouth with a warm claiming and tangled with his tongue. Tasting the lingering flavors of garlic and red wine.

Cliff felt the warm shiver pulse down the start of his spine going in every direction once it reached his epicenter. He was melting and firing off under Pyotr’s attentive touch. The few girls Cliff had been sexually active with before had been anything
but
attentive; it was just sex. A means to release some pent up frustration or to play around. Right now with Pyotr, it was like exploring sex while bungee jumping at the same time.

Pyotr’s mouth moved to Cliff’s neck, rocking the young man’s head back with the force of his kissing and suckling against his skin. His hands moving over his body, exploring the curvature of his ass with one hand while the other palmed at the bulge in his jeans.

Pyotr’s own breathing was deepening, craving to be inside the younger man. “What do you want?”

“I want more—” Cliff could barely wrap his head around the concept of talking that very moment, but he was certain if he didn’t say anything Pyotr would stop and he just couldn’t let that happen, couldn’t let anything stop or stall between him. He wanted this. “No more frot. I want more.”

Pyotr pushed and held him out; keeping little more than a few inches between them. But it was enough for Cliff to lose the contact of his body. Pyotr’s eyes bore down on him with a severed tone. “You understand if we move past this point, it is no longer a scene for you to find yourself. If you give yourself to me, I will not go back to it. I won’t want to give you up.”

Cliff felt like he was ready to crawl out of his skin and take the man himself if Pyotr didn’t get on with it. He didn’t need any more
scenes
to decide who he was or what he was meant to do. He knew already he was meant to bottom for this man and he wanted nothing more than to actively establish that right now.

Pyotr’s mouth came crashing over the Cliff’s, thrusting his tongue past his lips. Cliff’s head tilted back allowing him in deeper. Surrendering to it. Letting the dominant man take possession of his new submissive’s mouth—and making sure he would be left with no doubt that tonight was just the start between them.

Cliff’s body was already responding to him, his hips pushing to meet with Pyotr’s all while Pyotr undid his jeans, and pushed them and the boxers down off his hips. Cool air wafted around his balls and his freed cock, but they were soon cupped by the warm hand of the older man, instantly working him with smooth confident strokes. Flipping from front-handing to back-handing, using his thumb to press firmly along the primary nerve along the underside of his shaft. Cliff let out a moan, his fingers daggering into Pyotr’s back.

Pyotr broke the kiss, his hand never ceasing the backhanded strokes he delivered to Cliff’s cock. “Condoms and lube.”

“Top drawer—
ahhh
—bureau.”

Pyotr glanced at the bed noticing the panel drawer in the headboard, then across the room to the tallboy, being the farthest piece of furniture from the bed, “Not in the headboard?”

“Never a need. I’m not much of a frequent flyer.”