Beyond Complicated (12 page)

jeans to jeans, fly to fly, erection to erection. Rocked into him, loving the feel of his hands on my chest. He pinched my nipples making me gasp. He tried to deepen the kiss but I wouldn't let him. I controled the kiss. Sweet tongue touches and hot breath mingling. He lifted his leg and hooked it around my thigh giving me better access. I rubbed myself against him, thriling at his breathy moans that turned to throaty purrs and finaly to growls. "Come for me," I heard myself say. I wanted to hold him in my arms while he trembled in release. I wanted to—

He growled low in his throat and pushed me back a step. I grabbed wildly as my feet left the floor.

"Put me down," I demanded, not liking that he could so easily move me around. He'd never tried before. I didn't know he was capable.

And then I was tumbling backward into his bed with him close behind me. He straddled me grinning wildly. "Yeah, you didn't think I could do that, did you?

Always the big guy. Wel, big guy, I've been wanting to do that for years." He rocked against me, his breath coming in short gasps as he leaned over me. "I want you inside me when I come. I want to feel your cock deep in me. I want you over me pressing me into the bed. I want you to make me yours again."

I lay beneath him my senses spinning out of control. Want and greedy need centered where his body touched mine. The exquisite feel of his cock sliding against mine through layers of denim became the center of my world. The glazed look in his desert colored eyes. His voice. The way his breath caught and his words became a whisper. I arched beneath him, gliding with him. I shouldn't be here. I should leave now.

I should—

I puled him to me, tugging at his shirt until it was somewhere on the floor and then I kissed him.

Realy kissed him. Ful mouth to mouth, fused together as if we were one being, kiss. His tongue touched mine.

I sucked him deep into my mouth, nipped him with my teeth. Puled his hair, raked his back with my nails.

Everything I knew to do to stop the pain coursing through my brain. I would not walk away this time. I could not lose him again.

"I can't lose you," I said, somehow, not realy sure how because I don't remember coming up for breath. "Mine. You're mine. Tel me."

"I'm yours. Jesus, Liam, I've always been yours.

I was so lost without you." He tugged and grunted and maneuvered until he had my shirt off. I tucked my hands in the band of his jeans and moaned when I found skin.

"So fucking lost."

"Sorry. I'm so sorry. I should have stayed. We should have talked or yeled and screamed or something. God, I'm so close. Gonna come, baby, feels so good." I was out of my mind, so close I didn't know what I was saying. I just rocked with him and kissed him and let my heart bleed for him. And then with a growl he was off me. Cold air rushed over my heated skin making it prickle. His fingers worked the buttons on my jeans and jerked and tugged and wrestled the material until I was naked.

"Damn, you might be more gorgeous than I remember. Your body, so hard. Al over. For an old man." He knelt between my legs rubbing his hands along my shins to my knees as he looked at me almost as if he'd never seen me before. "Men like you. Jesus, Liam, how is it you got prettier?"

"You just aren't remembering correctly," I said.

I mean what should I say? I've never thought that much of the way I look, besides fighting the battle with gravity, that is. I never did understand why photographers went crazy over me. "I'm just average.

Okay, I wil admit that my ass is spectacular, but other than that I'm just average."

He roled me over onto my side and moaned.

"Shit, your ass has always been tight." He bit me quickly on one cheek and with a laugh he let me fal onto my back. I cocked a knee and watched as he devoured me with his eyes. "I'm average. Just like every other pretty blond al-American jock out there. The Abercrombie and Fitch catalog is filed with guys like me. But you're special. With those damned black eyes and that hair.

Black glossy curls. Shit, I could nut just from looking at you."

I placed my thumb at the base of my dick and forced it to stand out, "climb on and I'l make you nut." I grinned, loving the way his eyes roled back in his head.

Yeah, I remember this.
Flirting. Sex play. Whatever you wanted to cal it. Seth loved when I played. He would be whimpering before I ever touched him. "Love that tight sweet hole of yours. How you feel around me.

The little quivers deep inside you that feel so nice. Love the sounds you make. The way your skin flushes when you lose control. I love filing you with cream. Then roling you over and—"

"Mmm, dirty talk wil get you everything." The words came out as a moan. His hand cupped his crotch. He loomed over me, his other hand on my knee.

Waiting, he was waiting for permission. For an invitation. For something.

"Take your jeans off," I ordered, testing my power over him. Once, I could make him do my every bidding. Once, his body responded to only me. Once.

He slowly peeled his fly back to reveal his hard cock.

Stroking it with one hand, he pushed his jeans down his hips with his other. "So beautiful. So hard. Just for me?"

"Just for you. You do this to me. Just you." Seth kicked his jeans onto the floor but stayed where he was between my legs stroking himself. "Do you like this? I'm so hard, just for you."

"Yeah. So beautiful. My pretty baby, pump your dick. Slowly." I leaned forward so that I sat right in front of him. I didn't touch him, I watched fascinated as he stroked himself, holding the head tight until it turned dark red. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"So good. Love you." His voice wavered as he gave into the urge to thrust his hips into his pumping hand. He reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder to steady himself. "Need you."

"I know you do," I said watching his eyes rol in pleasure as my hot breath caressed the head. He dripped with arousal. Pearly sweet sticky bubbled out of him to ooze slowly down his shaft. I darted my tongue out to catch it, loving the sound he made. "No coming. Not until you're filed with my dick."

"No. I won't, lick me again," he begged me, leaning back a little so that the head was incredibly close to my mouth. So close I could take him inside and swalow him deep without any effort at al.

I licked him. Leaning over to start at the base, I dragged my tongue up his long cock until I reached the head. There I flicked the tip of my tongue across him, drawing more sweet nectar from him. "Like that?"

"Yeah, ooh," he hissed both hands on my shoulders now.

"Spread your legs." I lifted mine alowing him more room and then I wrapped my legs around his thighs, resting on his calves. "What do you want, Seth?

Tel me, baby. My mouth on you?" He nodded and I smiled, his gaze locked with mine as if he couldn't break away. "How about if I slide my fingers inside you?

Would you like that?"

"Yes. Oh, please." He gripped my shoulders tightly, pre-cum oozing from him, in a long stream that I caught with two of my fingers. He watched in fascination as I reached behind him. His eyes grew wide at the first touch. I tapped him there. Just barely touching his puckered hole. Loving that it opened just a little, almost as if it were trying to kiss my fingers.

"You have a hungry little bottom," I said and before he could react, I took him into my mouth. Just the head and sucked. Hard. Flicking him with my tongue and stroking his hole until he shivered and cried out. "No coming," I reminded him then slipped inside him. Slow because he was so tight and dry.

"Okay," he said, waiting while I spit in my hand and rubbed it into him. One finger in and I sucked him deep into my throat. "Okay," he said again, his fingers twined in my hair holding my head as I pumped him.

Taking him, al of him. Deep, deeper. Filing him with another finger. I stroked him, opening him for me. He couldn't move. He held me tight, his cries growing hoarse and low. Keening. "Okay. Okay."

He fought off orgasm after orgasm. He'd learned control years ago. We could fuck for hours or minutes depending on the scene or our own needs. I needed to come. I needed to badly. I puled away and forced his head down. "Suck me. Make me nut."

He shifted his luscious ass for me. I slicked my hand again and just as his face disappeared between my legs, I filed him with fingers, three this time, fucking him.

Hard. I found his spot and dabbled with it. I felt his cry around my dick, the vibration enough to send me over.

"That's it, Seth, take it. Al of it. I bit his ass cheek and shot. "Oh, god. Shit. Seth. Feels so good."

With the last drop licked clean from my dick, Seth eased away and fished inside a bedside drawer.

He came back with a bottle of lube and a condom. "Do we need it?"

"After Friday, does it even matter?" I answered, trying to get my breathing under control for round two.

"Guess not," he tossed the condom back in the drawer. "How do you want me?"

"What do you want?" I was easy, any position would do. But I knew he had favorites. "Your choice, Seth."

He smiled, a shy smile for him and came back to bed. His knees on either side of my hips as he slicked me with the lube. "Even in old age you're stil good for more. I love that about you." He leaned forward and touched his nose to mine. "Hey cowboy, mind if I take a ride?"

His mouth captured mine, eating my gasp as he eased himself onto me. Molten heat swalowed my dick, he arched his body to take me deeper. One last kiss and he was fuly seated. "I love you, Seth. Ride me, baby."

"Love you, Liam." He threw his head back and with a low groan he lost himself on me. The force of his thrusts had me panting. I held his hips in my hands and thrust into him making him cry out. Each thrust harder than the last. His dick slapped my bely. Oozing pre-cum until I was soaked. I planted my feet on the bed and lifted my hips until I was bals deep in him and let him work his spot. His greedy little hole pulsed around me, hot and slick, and I ground myself into him. "Need to come. Make me come. Liam. Fuck me. Hard. Make me come."

He screamed the words, his voice raw, his face flushed, his breath harsh gasps. "Please, please. Please."

I cinched his dick with my hand and squeezed him, working him as he thrust onto me. "Now. Now. Now."

He shot, long thick ribbon after ribbon onto my chest.

"Oh, God. So good."

I flipped his boneless body onto his back and, reaching under him, gripped his ass with my hands. His legs spread wide as I slammed into him. I kissed him, whispering how much I loved him. I bit his lips, and buried my face in his neck. Sucking and biting as I pounded into him. He wrapped his arms around me.

His legs. His hole sucked and gasped and clenched around me. He screamed, begged, and clawed at my back with useless hands. And I came. Roaring into him.

As if I'd never come before. Shot after shot after shot until I thought it would never end. And when it did, al I could do was lay wrapped in his arms and try not to cry.

Awareness washed over me a while later. I'm not sure how or when I moved just that I lay on my side, wrapped in Seth's arms. His featherlight touch on my face and in my hair the first thing I noticed. The warm touch of his lips on my forehead the second. I heard his heart beating. Felt him swalow. "Hey," he said when I kissed the sweet skin I had my nose pressed against.

"Are you al right?" I asked, hoping I hadn't hurt him.

"More than al right," he sighed, his warm breath washing over my face. "I am so al right I could lie here forever."

"Sounds like a doable plan, count me in." Sleep caled my name, begged me to folow it and Seth's warm body luled me enough that I could happily give in. "Could stay here forever."

We lay quiet for a while longer. Seth's fingers stroking my shoulder and my hair or my jaw kept sleep at bay. I didn't have anything left for another round. I just wanted to walow in his warmth and affection for as long as I could before reality came rushing back to bite me on my ass.

"Tel me about your relationship with Kel?" I noticed he'd stopped caling him Kely, which made me happy. I noticed the breath he took before asking. I just didn't think anything of it.

"Not much to tel. I've never had much of a relationship with him. When he was a kid, I took him to bal games and the circus or the movies. Stuff like that.

He doesn't think of me as his father, realy, I guess, why?"

"How do you think of him? I mean you never mentioned him. You never had pictures of him in your walet. I went through your stuff enough, I would have found them. It's almost as if… nothing, never mind."

"What?" I held him tight when he tried to move away. "Why are we talking about Kel after incredible sex?"

He looked at me with sad eyes that he hastily averted. "Tel me, Seth, what's this about?"

"You caled me Kel, when you came. Roared his name. Declared your love for him, while you were fucking me senseless, you caled someone else's name.

Someone you claim to be your son."

Terror, cold and clammy, washed over me. I climbed out of Seth's arms and had my feet on the floor when he caught me from behind. "He's not your son, Liam. He can't be."

"I don't want to talk about this, not right now, I'm not… I don't know why… I've never touched him.