Pestilence (16 page)

“Sounds like a good idea to me.”

He whispered a kiss over Pest’s lips as he stood. “I’m going to brush my teeth, then head to bed. Which room did you give me?”

“I put both our bags in the master bedroom. No sense in trying to act like we don’t know where this is going.” Pest stood as well, his hands resting lightly on Bart’s hips. “But I have to ask. Are you sure?”

“Sure about sleeping with you?”

Pest nodded and Bart laughed.

“You have more secrets than a government agent, but I find I don’t really care about that at the moment. I like you, Pest, even without knowing anything about you. I find I don’t even care whether you’re crazy or not.”

“Do you really think I’m crazy? Aside from my background, have I done anything to make you think I’m crazy enough to hurt you? Ultimately that’s what you have to think about. Would I hurt you?” Pest brought their foreheads together.

Bart stared into those unique dark eyes and while he knew he probably shouldn’t see anything in them, he did see caring and desire. Pest had had all the chances in the world to hurt or kill him while he had been ill. Hell, Pest could have just let him die from whatever disease he’d caught. Yet the man had done all he could to keep Bart alive and ensure he didn’t have any long-term effects.

“No, you wouldn’t hurt me. I know that and if anyone were to ask me, I’d say the same thing, even though I don’t know anything else about you. You had so many opportunities to do something to me while I was sick and you never did.” Bart shook his head with a smile. “I don’t have a problem sharing my body with you, Pest, and to be honest, I’m afraid I’m starting to want more from you than just sex.”

Pest closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. Bart bit his lip and worried he’d said too much.

“I feel the same way, which is why I’ve promised to tell you the truth about my life. Just not yet. I want to feel you inside me once, in case you decide you can’t deal with what I tell you.”

Inside him?
Bart’s eyebrows shot up. Was Pest really going to let Bart top? It was an experience Bart rarely had. For some reason, most of his lovers assumed he would be a bottom, and while Bart did like to be fucked occasionally, he tended to like being the one fucking.

“You’d let me take you?”

Pest nodded. “Sure. Nothing turns me on more than a nice fat cock reaming my ass, and from what I’ve seen, you’ve got the right equipment to make me very happy.”

Bart swallowed hard and nodded. “I haven’t done that in a while, but I’m more than ready for it.”

“Good.” Pest pulled away and gave him a gentle shove toward the bathroom. “I get the bed ready and make sure we have the supplies. Then I’ll take a shower.”

He brushed his teeth and washed up before heading to the bedroom. Pest passed him in the living room and patted his ass. Blushing, he stripped and slipped under the covers. Lying back, he stared up at the ceiling while listening to the shower run. Bart’s pulse raced and he tried to calm down. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen Pest nude before, or like they hadn’t done anything sexual.

Despite the numbers of lovers he’d had over the years, what was going down between Pest and him seemed way more serious than anything he’d ever done before. He’d thought what he’d had with Jasper was serious, at least serious enough for him to consider subletting his condo and moving in with the man. All that was over the second Jasper had turned his back and abandoned Bart without a single thought or worry.

The shower turned off and he listened closely to Pest’s movements through the rest of the suite. He rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his hand as Pest came into the bedroom. He let his gaze roll down the length of Pest’s naked body, enjoying the view of all the skin, except for the gloves on Pest’s hands.

“Why are you still wearing gloves?”

Pest shot him a surprised look. “You know I can’t touch you with my hands. The best way to ensure you don’t get sick is to wear the gloves. I know it looks silly, but I’d rather look foolish than you fall ill again.”

Pest undid his braid and shook out his long white hair.

“God, I love your hair,” he whispered as Pest climbed into bed and yanked the blankets down before straddling him.

Bart ran his fingers through Pest’s hair. Pest’s locks shimmered like moonlight in the shadows of the room, gleaming and sparkling like they were alive.

Pest rocked their groins together, drawing a moan from both of them. Bart absorbed the warmth of Pest’s skin, but he jerked slightly as Pest ran his hands over Bart’s chest. The cool and smooth leather of Pest’s gloves brought gooseflesh across his body.

“Are you going to wear those all night?”

Sadness tinged Pest’s smile. “Yes. I can’t touch you with my bare hands, Bart. Don’t ask why yet. Let’s forget about everything else and just concentrate on right now.”

Bart filed the question away to add to the list of what they were going to talk about later. He wasn’t going to let not knowing the entire truth about Pest keep them from having sex. He’d been lusting after the man for months, and if this was the only time they would share a bed, he was going to take advantage of it.

He nodded and twisted his hand into Pest’s hair, dragging the man down to kiss him. Their lips met, crashing and rubbing. He bit Pest’s bottom lip, then sucked the pain away. Pest groaned and undulated over Bart, pressing every inch of his body against Bart’s.

Their erections fitted together, pre-cum leaking from the slits and easing the friction slightly as they moved in unison. Bart let his head drop back and Pest trailed kisses down Bart’s chin to suck on the soft spot behind Bart’s ear.

“Oh,” Bart gasped, his hips arching up.

Pest kept moving down, teasing Bart’s nipples with his tongue and lips. Bart couldn’t stay still. He slid around, trying to get more skin to rub against. He needed pressure.

Bart’s eyes rolled in his head as Pest settled between his legs before sucking his cock down, burying his nose in the curls at the base of Bart’s dick. Tight and moist, Pest bobbed up and down, working Bart like a pro. Bart gripped the sides of Pest’s head, holding the man there while he fucked his mouth. Pest didn’t struggle, just let Bart do as he pleased.

Bart’s balls drew tight to his body and the pressure built along his spine. His climax was getting ready to explode, but he didn’t want to come yet. He wanted to be buried in Pest’s ass when he did. He tapped Pest’s cheek.

Those fathomless eyes met his and he managed to smile. “I’m going to come any second now. I want to be inside you when that happens.”

Pest licked him once more from base to tip before pulling off him. “Okay. Here’s a condom. I got myself ready in the shower. I didn’t want to take any more time than necessary. I really want you to fuck me.”

“Good. I’m not sure I could have taken the time to get you ready. Not right now. Maybe the next time we can take it slow.”

His hands shook as he tore open the foil packet and rolled the latex over his cock. He looked up to see Pest holding a bottle of lube. Pest popped the top and squirted some slick onto his gloved palm. Bart gritted his teeth and tried not to fill the condom as Pest coated his cock with lube.

“Pest, quit teasing,” he ordered, a low growl sounding in his throat.

Pest winked and straddled him again. Bart grabbed those slender hips and helped support Pest as he reached around to grasp Bart’s shaft. They sighed as Pest pressed down and Bart thrust up.

Without hesitation, Pest sank down on Bart’s cock until his entire length was buried deep inside. Pest leaned forward a little and braced his hands on Bart’s chest, staring down at him. Bart didn’t move until he knew for sure Pest was all right. At the brief nod Pest gave him, Bart’s control broke.

He surged up, flipping over and pinning Pest to the bed with his body. As Pest hooked his legs around Bart’s waist, Bart moved, reaming Pest’s ass with hard, deep strokes. Grunts filled the air while sweat coated their bodies. Pest accepted everything Bart gave him, offering his body up to the savagery of Bart’s need.

Pest’s channel was tight and hot, engulfing Bart’s cock and holding it like a vice. Pest clenched each time Bart pulled out, seeming to not want to give up the feeling of fullness. Bart stroked in, doing all he could to nail Pest’s gland each time.

The rather cool leather of Pest’s gloves set off tiny explosions along Bart’s nerve endings with each touch, and Bart found himself slowly beginning to lose his rhythm. His balls drew tight to his body, and pressure built at the base of his spine. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, stroking in and out of Pest like a piston, driving small cries and moans from his lover.

Pest’s words broke through the sound of skin slapping skin and stoked the fire burning in Bart higher. “Come on. Give it to me. I want to feel you when I walk tomorrow. I want to know I’ve been fucked every time I sit.”

Bart’s climax shot through him like electricity and his cum spilled out into the condom, filling it with each burst.

“Come, Pest. I want you to milk me dry,” he demanded.

Pest closed his eyes and a grimace of pleasure crossed his face as strings of pearly white cum coated their stomachs and hit Pest’s chest as well. Bart trembled as Pest’s inner muscles massaged his shaft, coaxing a few more feeble squirts of cum from him.

As the force of their climaxes died, Bart collapsed on top of Pest, his face buried in the pillow next to Pest’s head. They panted and his nose filled with the scent of sweat and sex.

Pest trailed his fingers up and down Bart’s back, comforting him as best he could until he calmed down. Bart rolled over to his side and Pest winced as Bart’s softened cock slid from his tender hole.

“I’ll take care of this and clean up. You want some water or something?”

“Please.”

Bart climbed from the bed and wandered to the bathroom. He took care of the rubber before washing up. He dampened another washcloth and stopped by the mini bar for a bottle of water. He headed back to the bedroom where he found Pest hadn’t moved an inch.

“Wore you out, did I?” He tossed the cloth and it hit Pest’s sculpted chest.

His lover wrinkled his nose at the wet squelch the cloth made as it hit his skin. “Yes, I think you did. You have to remember it’s been a while since I’ve had a lover. Not too many opportunities present themselves out in the middle of the jungle. My right hand doesn’t give me a lot of exercise.”

Pest cleaned up and dropped the cloth on the floor next to the bed. He accepted the water Bart handed him, taking a sip. Bart leaned back against the pillows, staring out of the bedroom door into the living room.

“What was it like, seeing Jasper for the first time since he dumped you in the rainforest?”

Bart pursed his lips and shrugged. “I thought I’d be angry at him. I mean, I was really sick and it was just dumb luck I stumbled into the clearing you happened to be in. I could have died down there and no one would have thought he’d left me there. I’m sure he had some brilliant lie about me wandering away from camp and them not being able to find me.”

“But?”

Smiling, Bart realized Pest knew him well.

“But seeing him now, I can’t feel anything but pity. He’s really sick and so are the others.”

“Karma’s a bitch at times.” Pest wiggled around, getting comfortable.

“You really believe in karma?” Bart shot the man next to him a questioning glance.

Pest chuckled. “I really do believe the things you do in this life will come back to you. It doesn’t matter whether it’s good or bad, it’ll come around to bite you on the ass, or give you a present for doing something good.”

“Well, besides leaving me behind, Jasper must have done some terrible stuff in his life, if this is karma paying him back.” Bart shook his head. “I don’t know what I should do.”

Reaching over, Pest placed his hand on Bart’s chest. “You let Darvi examine you tomorrow. You talk to Jasper for a while, and once Darvi decides you’re not in any danger of spreading the disease, you’ll go back to Harvard and give all of your notes to Kakkar. He’ll know what to do with all your stuff.”

“I just hope he doesn’t suggest another expedition to Brazil. I’m not sure I want to go back there.” He covered Pest’s hand with his own. “Meeting you is the only good thing to come from tramping around there.”

Pest’s cheeks flushed a little and Bart lifted their hands to his mouth, brushing a kiss over Pest’s leather-covered knuckles. A small wish caught itself in his heart. What would it feel like to have Pest’s hands on his body without the leather in the way? Even though he ached to feel Pest’s touch, at least he got to feel the rest of his naked body against his own.

He slipped his arm around Pest’s shoulder, bringing the man closer to him. Soon they were lying under the covers, snuggled together with Pest’s head on his shoulder. He nuzzled his nose into Pest’s curls.

“Was your hair always white?” He picked up a few strands and let them drop back down.

“No. Before I killed myself, my hair was auburn. When I came back, my hair was pure white. It was a shock the first time I saw my reflection. Of course, everything was upsetting when I realized I wasn’t dead. I was furious I hadn’t actually managed to kill myself. Death explained to me that I really had killed myself, but I was brought back for a reason.” Pest stopped, and took a deep breath.

Bart could tell Pest needed a moment, so he said, “My parents died several years ago. My mom went first, then my dad didn’t want to live without her. I think he died of a broken heart, though the doctors said it was heart failure.”

“A broken heart could be considered a form of heart failure.”

He snorted and pinched Pest, who grunted.

“You’re right, but I was an only child and they were orphans who met at a foster home. So there’s no one who really cares one way or the other what I do. Kerry’s a friend, and I guess I never really realized just how good a friend he is. I tend to get caught up in my experiments and research. He’s always around to drag me out for a movie or a night on the town.”

“I think he likes you,” Pest mumbled.

“He did until he got a look at you. I could dance around naked in front of him and all he’d see is you.”