Bone Idol (8 page)

Henry knew he shouldn’t allow it, but it felt so good…so good…

Then Albert took Henry’s cock into his mouth, suckling gently, uncertain, and Henry
ached
. He buried his fingers in Albert’s brown-gold curls and voiced a sigh, trying not to thrust into the soft, willing mouth. Albert sucked harder and ran his fingers up the inside of Henry’s thigh, sending electric shocks of sensation into his balls and up his spine.

“No!” Henry said. “No! No…” and he fisted his fingers into Albert’s hair and wrenched his head up, to be met with a gaze that was hurt, and bleak, and pleading. “No. Not here.”

And he brought Albert to his feet, took him over to the cot and laid him down.

Albert looked up at him, helpless and trusting, and Henry leaned over and kissed him.

Then he whispered, “Turn over.”

Albert’s trousers hadn’t been unbuttoned, but Henry yanked them down, not roughly but decisively, slightly reddening the skin of Albert’s buttocks. Albert mewled but remained with his face turned obediently into the cot’s rough blankets.

Henry ran trembling fingers over his smooth skin, faintly warm where it had been reddened, pressing his fingers to massage the firm muscle beneath. He stripped Albert’s trousers down his legs, pulling them over his feet and folding them roughly before placing them on the floor at the foot of the cot.

The hollow at the back of Albert’s knee was tender and vulnerable-looking. His bottom was rounded and slightly downy in the guttering lamplight inside the tent.

Albert lay motionless except for a slight trembling that could have been from nervousness, anticipation or cold. Henry lowered himself gently over his prone body, careful to take his weight on his hands so he did not crush him. The cot creaked as he settled down on top of Albert and lowered his head to nuzzle at his warm skin. He buried his nose in the golden-brown curls at the nape of his neck and inhaled Albert’s clean, human scent.

He kissed the side of Albert’s throat, nibbling and biting at the tender flesh as Albert’s breath quickened into rapid, excited pants, then he took the lobe of his ear between his teeth and nipped it sharply, eliciting a high cry and a wriggle.

His erect cock fitted snugly into the hollow between Albert’s buttocks, his skin hot and moist. He was almost beside himself with desire, but even as he thrust against the base of Albert’s spine he said, “Albert, is this what you want? Are you sure…? Do you mean…?”

“Yes,” said Albert. “Please… Oh, please…” and he fisted his hands into the scratchy blankets and pushed his hips up so that he was offering his arse to Henry.

Henry’s mouth was dry with desire, but he worked up enough saliva to spit into his hand and coat his fingers. He felt both excited and horrified—an electric combination that made his cock stand up and made him want to run from the tent and into the desert, each urge equally strong.

Albert wasn’t wanton—Henry knew from his reactions that he had no more experience than he had himself. But the way he offered himself up made him
seem
like a wanton.

Tentatively, Henry ran his slick, spit-covered finger around the delicate pucker of Albert’s exposed arse. Albert shuddered and moaned.

The ring of muscle seemed so tight that Henry could not believe, despite Albert’s muted cries of delight, that he would be able to push the digit inside without hurting him. But then it seemed to blossom and open, and he found his slick finger pushing into a velvety channel.

He hooked his finger down as he dragged it back out, and Albert shuddered, moaning with a hoarse, needful sound Henry had never heard before.

His own cock was hard, and as he took it in his fist he found it slippery and sticky. He gripped his erection and pulled, but he felt so excited—so close to his own crisis—that he shuddered and let go. He leaned in to Albert’s ear and whispered, “I want to put myself inside you. Albert… Albert…”

And Albert just squirmed and said, “Yes,” and tilted his arse towards him.

But Henry didn’t want to hurt him. He fumbled on the makeshift nightstand—another orange crate—knocking over an unlit lamp, sweeping his journal to the floor. His hand found a tin of Cheseborough’s Vaseline that he kept for making fossil casts. He often rubbed it into his hands when they were chapped and sore after long days of working with rock in harsh conditions.

Henry coated his finger and stroked gently at Albert’s arsehole. The muscles contracted and Albert flinched. Henry stroked tenderly at the crinkled skin around the opening, stroking soothing circles on the boy’s buttock with his other hand. Then he pushed, slowly but firmly, and felt his finger slide past that first, tight barrier and into the moist, lush softness beyond. Albert’s arse clenched hard around his finger, and then he sighed, and his whole body seemed to melt, his arsehole blossoming to allow Henry to work in and out, eliciting fractured sighs from his lover.

When he withdrew his finger, Albert made a tiny, heartbroken moan of protest, but Henry rolled him onto his back.

He bent over Albert, curling towards him, and licked delicately at his nipple. It puckered under his tongue, and he glanced up to see an expression of blissful concentration on the boy’s face that made a bolt of lust strike straight down his spine. Albert’s cock twitched against his thigh as he gently grazed the nub with his teeth, and he suppressed a moan.

He trailed tender kisses down the fever-hot skin of Albert’s stomach, smiling as his muscles twitched where Henry’s moustache tickled. He nuzzled the darkish curls around Albert’s cock, then ran his tongue down his length in a single, flat swipe that had him shuddering and jerking. He took Albert’s balls in his palm and rolled them gently while, with his other hand, he stroked gently at the entrance to his arse.

Urged on by the jerking of his lover’s hips, he replaced his finger with his tongue, lapping at Albert’s hole as his lover bucked and writhed beneath him, giving barely audible grunts of bliss and longing.

“Henry, Henry
please
…” His voice was little more than a hoarse whisper, and Henry thought that he did not really know what he was asking for, what he wanted. Henry, too, felt as though his body was in control of his faculties. His heart was thumping so hard he could feel the pulse in his throat, and his fingers trembled where they caressed Albert’s balls.

He pushed his tongue into Henry’s arse, sensation sweeping over him as he tasted his lover’s sweat and musk.

“Oh, God!”

Albert sounded desperate and wild, and Henry replaced his tongue with his finger, working the digit in and out of Henry’s arse as he took his cock into his mouth and sucked on it, hollowing his cheeks and playing his tongue along its sensitive underside.

Henry’s own member was throbbing, twitching against his belly with the urgency of his need. He had never been so hard in his life before. He longed to bury it in the soft warmth of Albert’s body, to drive into him, to plunder him, to spill himself inside him as he moaned beneath him. He
ached
with desire.

He reached for the little tin again, fumbling with it in his haste and passion.

He gazed into Albert’s dilated and drugged-looking eyes, as he ran his slippery fingers over his cock, slicking himself with the Vaseline, wincing and shuddering as he coated the sensitive skin of the head and almost brought himself over the edge.

Albert watched him intently, his chest rising and falling in shallow pants, his lips slightly parted. His eyes fluttered closed briefly and he gave a little whimper of longing that went straight to Henry’s cock.

Henry pushed his finger back into Albert’s arse, curling over him to lick at his parted lips, teasing his mouth open so that he could thrust his tongue inside, mimicking the action of his finger.

He eased another finger into the grasping heat of Albert’s body, pulling back to watch his face.

“Please, Henry,” Albert said in a voice that quivered with need. “I want you to be inside me. I want you… I want you…”

“Are you certain?” Henry withdrew his fingers, his passion suddenly abating, unsure whether he was doing a worse thing than he had ever done. But Albert gave him a look of such passion and desperation that his heart clutched.

“
Please
, Henry.” He opened his thighs and bent his knees, offering himself to Henry.

All thought of stopping, of doing the proper thing, was swept from Henry’s mind on a tide of lust and wanting. His breath quickened as he took his slippery cock in his palm and guided it to Albert’s opening, nudging into him, his eyes closing with the shattering excitement of just that small pressure.

He half feared that he would spend before he could push himself inside his lover, but he encircled the base of his cock with his thumb and forefinger, holding off his crisis.

He entered Albert with exquisite slowness, gasping as he broached the first, tight ring of muscle and found himself embraced by Albert’s vital heat. Albert moaned, an expression of half pleasure, half pain on his face, and Henry clamped his hand over his mouth to stifle his cry.

Though he could not stop now for anything, his whole body electrified and aching with arousal, they must not be discovered.

Albert blinked his acquiescence, and Henry removed his hand, running his palm down the side of his face then clutching at his curls in an excess of desire, his face hovering scant inches above Albert’s.

“Don’t stop,” Albert whispered. “I love you, Henry. I love you.”

Henry squeezed his eyes closed, trembling from passion and from the fear that Albert’s innocent declaration caused in him.

He thrust into him with slow pressure until he was seated to the hilt, his balls tight against the smooth skin of Albert’s buttocks.

Then Albert wriggled, and Henry was lost. He drove into him with feral urgency, muffling Albert’s cries with his mouth, swallowing his groans as he drove into his body over and over again. Albert clutched convulsively at Henry’s sweat-damp back, his fingers bruising in their eagerness.

Albert’s cock slid between them, rigid against the flesh of Henry’s belly, lubricated by their sweat and by the glistening, milky fluid already leaking from its tip.

Then Albert convulsed, burying his face in Henry’s neck, and Henry felt him coat their bellies with slick, sticky strands.

He stuttered in his rhythm, gasped, and released himself into his lover’s willing body.

They lay together, breathing heavily, soaked with sweat, Henry’s cock still twitching inside Albert. And they drifted off to sleep together, too tired and too sated to worry about the implications of what they had done.

The next day, in the cool of the dawn, they slipped from the tent and made their way out to the dig site where they had been working the day before. The camp was quiet—the workmen drank hard after their day’s exertion in the heat, and wouldn’t rouse until the sun had come up. Then the foreman would drag himself from his stifling makeshift hut to call them to a breakfast of dried meat and brackish water before their backbreaking labour began once more.

Henry and Albert had not waited to join the others for breakfast, but had taken a little tea, brewed over a patented travelling stove—a cunning device that could be assembled from parts stored in a small valise—and drunk from chipped enamel mugs. As soon as they were out of sight of the campsite, Henry took Albert’s hand in his own. He didn’t say a word, but returned the smile that Albert gave him.

They walked in companionable silence, enjoying the cool air now that the rising sun had taken the bitter edge off the biting cold of the desert night.

“You should not have stayed,” Henry said at last. When Albert turned towards him, lips parted to protest this newest display of heartbreaking propriety, Henry smiled that smile which softened his features and melted Albert’s heart. “Don’t worry, my love,” he said. “I meant only that we were indiscreet. From now on, we should make sure that we sleep in separate tents. One night spent together might be passed off as colleagues falling asleep over some piece of research, but were it to become a habit…”

Albert almost laughed with relief. “Anything you want, Henry. I shall call you Mr Elkington and cut you in the street if only I can…we can…”

Henry smiled. He took Albert’s shoulders in his hands and bent his head, bestowing the lightest and briefest of kisses on his upturned mouth. But he did not pull away afterwards.

Instead he spoke against Albert’s lips, his moustache tickling the sensitive skin and his breath hot. “
Anything
I want, Albert?”

Albert’s cock twitched at the note of husky promise in his lover’s voice. “Anything,” he murmured.

Albert took his hand and drew him beneath an outcropping of red rock, one of the gravity-defying crags that were so much a feature of this hostile and alien landscape.

In the shadow of the rock it was still shockingly cold. Even when the sun had fully risen and the desert was basking in the relentless heat of midday, this nook would retain some vestige of the chill of the desert night. Albert shivered a little in his shirtsleeves, and Henry took him in his arms, holding him against the warm strength of his body, dipping his head to nuzzle against his neck and nip playfully at the tender flesh of his earlobe.

Albert caught his breath, inclining his head to give Henry better access to his throat, and was rewarded with nips and licks that made the hair on his nape stand on end and sent shivers through his limbs that had nothing to do with the chill.

He unbuttoned Henry’s shirt, exposing the flat planes of his belly, and stepped back to admire him, biting his lip as Henry shrugged his shirt from his shoulders and let it drop to the ground, heedless of the dirt. Then he reached out and unbuttoned his fly, making a small sound of wanting as he pulled Henry’s trousers down over his hips and his cock sprang free.

It was fully erect, nestled in a thatch of dark curls and glistening, on its dusky head, with evidence of his excitement, his desire.

Albert knelt in front of his lover and unfastened his boots, encouraging him to lift one foot and then the other so he could step out of the pool his trousers made on the dusty earth, until Henry stood utterly, splendidly naked before him. They were so close that if Albert had only looked up he could have nuzzled Henry’s balls, taken his cock in his mouth and sucked him, tasted the salty tang of his incipient seed and his sweat. But instead he shuffled back on his knees and said, “Lie down.”