The Final Line (29 page)

Breaking the kiss with a wet smack, Corey pushed Sean backward onto the ottoman, climbing on top of him and straddling his hips. Corey took one of Sean’s hands and pressed his palm flat to Corey’s chest, beneath his dog tags. “Feel that?” he asked breathlessly. “Feel how you make my heart race?”

Sean nodded silently.

“Ignore the way my dick is being stubborn,” Corey continued. He dropped down over Sean’s body, his tags falling across Sean’s chest, and fused their mouths. He held Sean’s palm against him, both hands wrapped around Sean’s wrist.

Corey took hold of both of Sean’s wrists and pinned them up above his head. He mouthed along Sean’s jaw, kissed his way down his throat. Corey released Sean and slid down his body, biting gently at his collarbones and the firm muscles of his chest. Sean’s hands found the back of Corey’s head and his fingers caressed Corey’s scalp.

When Corey took Sean’s nipples between his lips, Sean arched up off the ottoman with a gasp. Corey’s tags trailed down Sean’s skin and pooled on his belly as Corey sucked and nipped at each of Sean’s nipples. Sean seemed to really like the feel of Corey’s teeth, so Corey bit sharply at one of the hardened buds. Sean cried out and a shudder ran through his frame.

Reluctantly, Corey slid from the ottoman. He gripped Sean’s jeans and worked them over his hips. Sean helped, moving awkwardly, his hands getting in the way as he also shoved the denim down his legs.

Free of his clothing, Sean planted his feet flat on the ottoman and let his thighs fall open enticingly. Corey smiled at him, fully aware of what Sean was doing. He knelt on the floor, reaching between Sean’s legs and gripping his waist firmly. Sean wrapped his hands around Corey’s wrists.

When he leaned over to lick at each of Sean’s hip bones, Corey’s tags fell between Sean’s thighs and lay against his semi-hard cock. Corey gripped them and flicked them over his shoulder so they rested against his own back.

“That’s okay, but don’t you fucking dare take those things off,” Sean gasped fiercely, his hips pushing upward into Corey.

Corey looked up at Sean in surprise. He was used to being asked to remove them because they were always in the way. Sean’s adamant demand that Corey leave his tags on made his chest tighten. He’d thought he’d never find such easy acceptance from anyone except another Marine.

Smiling at Sean, Corey lowered his head and nuzzled at the musk-scented hair at the base of Sean’s cock. He felt it twitch against his cheek, filling just a little more with blood. Corey fumbled around, searching for the bottle of lube. His fingers closed around it and he opened the lid with a soft click. He slicked a single finger of one hand.

Corey’s heartbeat picked up slightly and there was a slight pressure in his temples. He thought he could feel his own pulse in his throat. His pelvis was warm and a tingling began at the base of his cock. Corey smiled against the inside of Sean’s bare thigh.

He placed a palm on Sean’s belly and felt the muscles quiver at his touch. Dipping down, Corey took Sean’s mostly-soft cock in his mouth suckled it, slowly moving up and down the length. When Sean’s hips lifted slightly, Corey pushed his lubed finger slowly into Sean’s hole.

Sean cried out in surprise. His fingers spasmed and the muscles of his ass tightened around Corey’s finger. Corey sucked hard at his dick and pressed his finger gently, but steadily inward.

“Oh, fuck,” Sean groaned, his head rolling side to side, his thighs trembling.

Pulling off of Sean’s nearly-hard cock, Corey asked, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Sean gasped, “you just surprised me.”

Corey watched Sean’s flushed face as he slid his finger in and out of his ass. He spread the lube, getting Sean slick and ready to be full and stretched.

Slicking two fingers, Corey pushed them inward, mindful of the slight resistance. Sean’s mouth fell open in a silent cry of pleasure. Corey spread the lube along Sean’s inner walls, tugging slightly to stretch his clenching rim whenever he slid his fingers outward.

Adding more lube to his fingers, Corey again swallowed down Sean’s dick when he slid into his hole this time. Sean’s hips pulsed rhythmically, his fingers clenched tight at Corey’s head. A drop of pre-come on the tip of Sean’s cock exploded with sweet flavor when Corey licked it up. Sean rocked firmly against him, his ass clenching tightly at Corey’s hand.

Corey’s pulse hammered in his temples, his throat and his chest. His groin flooded with warmth and his cock ached and tingled. Taking his free hand from Sean’s clenched belly, Corey stroked his own cock several times. He was jubilant that he was hard now, and getting harder by the second.

Corey lubed three fingers and pushed them into Sean’s body, twisting and sliding them to ensure Sean was well prepped. Releasing himself, he wrapped his second hand around Sean’s erection, feeling the throbbing pulse of blood inside of it. Sean’s cock was gorgeous. He was generous in length but much more impressive in girth. The mushroom-shaped head was flushed dark red, the thick shaft was heavily ridged and veined. Corey knew those features would feel fantastic inside of him.

Searching carefully with a lubed finger, Corey located the spongy gland deep inside of Sean’s body. With a tight stroke of Sean’s cock, Corey crooked his middle finger into that special spot inside of Sean.

“Oh, fuck, Corey,” Sean cried gutturally, his upper body lifting off of the ottoman. His fingers dug painfully into Corey’s shoulders. “Jesus…I…fuck,” Sean chanted senselessly.

In Corey’s fist, Sean’s cock pulsed and twitched. He felt blood rushing into the already engorged shaft. Sean’s ass clamped down on Corey’s fingers, as if his body didn’t want to let Corey go.

Corey rubbed mercilessly at Sean’s gland, watching the sex flush on his face, throat and chest darken. The defined muscles in Sean’s stomach tensed and fluttered. His chest heaved with his harsh breathing.

“Is that good?” Corey asked, voice rough with his desire. “Do I make you feel good?” He’d never needed to hear it before. He always tried to be a giving lover, but he usually didn’t care beyond making sure to get his lover off.

“Fuck, yes.” Sean’s answer was breathless and desperate. “Fuck, yes, you do.”

Carefully sliding his fingers from Sean’s body, Corey climbed sluggishly to his feet and pushed his jeans down off of his legs. He grabbed up the lube and a couple of condoms. He knelt on the ottoman, between Sean’s open thighs. Corey took one of Sean’s hands, twined their fingers, and wrapped them around his own erection.

“Feel that?” he asked, smiling wickedly down at Sean. “That’s for you. All for you.”

Sean gave Corey his own wicked grin. He propped himself on an elbow. “How do you want me? I can kneel on the floor and bend over the ottoman.”

Corey put a hand to Sean’s chest and pushed him back down. “You’re perfect like you are.” He doused the head of his cock with lube, tore open a condom and rolled it down his shaft. Propping himself with an arm beside Sean’s head, Corey lined himself up with Sean’s tight opening.

As he steadily pushed his hips forward, Corey lowered himself onto his elbows. His dog tags slid forward, coming to rest in the hollow of Sean’s throat, the chain pooling on top. The head of his dick breached the rim of Sean’s clenching hole, Corey’s breath caught in his throat. Sean frowned, his eyes grew heavy lidded, and his mouth fell open with his cry. Corey paused, making sure Sean could adjust to the intrusion. When Sean’s arms slid around him and his hands clung to the muscles in his back, Corey knew he was free to move.

He moved vigorously, the chain of his tags swaying rapidly between them. Corey worked his hips, sliding himself rapidly in and out of Sean’s body. The grip of Sean’s muscles on his cock was exquisite. Corey missed the heat when he pulled out and groaned when it enveloped him with each inward pulse of his hips.

Sean grunted and moaned rhythmically as Corey fucked him. He watched Corey closely through slit eyelids. His lush mouth was red and swollen, shiny wet from Sean’s own tongue. He gripped Corey tightly and lifted his hips in time with Corey’s strong, rough thrusts.

Corey slid his hands up to bury his fingers in Sean’s hair. He pressed their chests together, his dog tags sliding to hang above Sean’s shoulder. Corey slanted his mouth over Sean’s, licking eagerly at his tongue. Sean’s arms wrapped around him tightly, his legs locked around Corey’s hips.

Sean’s breath was hot against Corey’s lips as he moaned softly in time with each of Corey’s thrusts. The feel of Sean’s body against and around him, the scent of his skin and his sweat, the sight of Sean in utter ecstasy, made Corey’s gut tighten. Sparks tumbled down the length of his spine and scattered in his pelvis. Something in his chest clenched, heat spilling through him. Corey’s balls tightened, lifting slightly toward his body. He was close. He wanted to share this with Sean.

Corey shifted and pulled back, reaching between their bodies and taking Sean’s hard cock in his hand. Sean gasped into his mouth as Corey stroked him several times, trying to coordinate the rhythm of his hand with his hips.

“Are you close?” Corey asked in a harsh whisper against Sean’s mouth.

“Yeah,” Sean gasped. Sean squeezed his eyes shut, bit down on his lower lip, and turned his head to the side.

“Fuck, I’m close.” Corey buried his face in the sweaty hair behind Sean’s ear. He stroked Sean’s dick and felt him shudder and quake beneath him. “I wanna feel you come against me,” he murmured into Sean’s ear.

Sean’s body arched and tightened against Corey, arms and legs wrapping more firmly around him. Sean vibrated, his breath catching in his throat. Corey felt Sean’s cock swell just before the first wet splash of fluid landed on his fingers.

“Oh, fuck, I’m coming,” Sean gasped. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” he chanted.

“Just like that.” Corey smiled against Sean’s ear, still stroking his cock. Hot, sticky come coated both of their chests and bellies. “Come on, come for me.”

Just as Sean’s fingers loosened in the muscles of Corey’s back, Corey felt the first wave of his orgasm roll over him. His hips faltered in their rhythm as his balls lifted, giving a strong pulse and sending come shooting out and into the tip of the condom.

Corey convulsed against Sean, burying his face in Sean’s sweaty neck. He clenched his jaw to keep from shouting his pleasure. Corey’s back and hips ached as he pressed against Sean, his climax taking violent hold. He rode it out, his cock and balls pulsing with each jet of come they spilled out into the condom.

With a shocking suddenness, Corey’s orgasm released him. He buried both elbows into the ottoman, struggling to keep from collapsing onto Sean. Beneath him, Sean began to shake.

Lifting his head, Corey saw that Sean was laughing silently. Rubbing his cheek against Corey’s, he gasped, “Holy shit!”

Corey laughed in response. “Is that good?”

“Yeah it is,” Sean sighed, his body giving one last shudder.

On shaky arms, Corey lifted himself off of Sean. “We should get cleaned up.”

“Do you just want to clean up or take a shower?” Sean asked.

Corey grinned. “If you’re going to wake me up at dawn and make me come all over myself again, I’ll wait to shower.”

“You make it sound like a bad thing.” Sean’s laugh was giddy.

“Not a bad thing at all.”

“Well, I guess you’re going to wait to shower, then.”

§ § §

“Corey? Can we get your help in the exam rooms?” Megan called.

Corey turned from the bags of dog food he was stacking in the store room. One of the vet techs, Megan, stood in the doorway wearing an imploring expression.

“Sure,” Corey answered, wiping the sweat from his forehead on the shoulder of his T-shirt.

Most of the work Corey did during his volunteer time at the base animal shelter was in the kennels. He took care of the heavy lifting and major repair work. He did anything the full-time staff didn’t have time to do, as well as the tasks that required strong hands and a strong back. Corey spent time with the animals when they were in their kennels or cages, he wasn’t called to help in the medical clinic unless an animal required a little more muscle.

Corey followed Megan into an exam room. Inside were a second vet tech and the veterinarian, Doctor Damien Fedorov. On the exam table was a very large, male German Shepherd, already wearing a muzzle.

“Thanks for helping out, Corey,” greeted Damien. He was young, dark complexioned and handsome. “He’s not aggressive, but he’s stressed and defensive and we’re going to have to hurt him some before we’re done.”

“Happy to help, Doc.” Corey returned the vet’s brilliant smile. He’d have to be dead not to find the doctor attractive, but that was as far as it went. “Hey, handsome,” he crooned softly, running gentle hands over the large dog’s tense body. “Yeah, it’s a scary place, isn’t it? All these strange people poking at you.”

As carefully as he could, Corey wrapped one hand around the already bound muzzle, his other arm around the dog’s large chest. He held the animal tightly to his chest, ensuring the staff could do the work they needed to do, and that the dog couldn’t hurt himself or anyone else. The Shepherd was a large, muscular dog and it would take more strength than the vet techs had to hold him still.

“Where did this gorgeous, big boy come from?” Corey asked quietly, trying not to stress the dog further.

“Running around the base,” Damien answered distractedly as he drew blood from the Shepherd’s paw. “No tags, no chip, might be a stray from off base.”

“He’s somebody’s pet,” Megan said quietly from where she was assisting Damien. “He’s had at least basic obedience training.”

“Good. He’ll adopt quick,” Corey declared with feigned authority. “Does he have a name, yet?”

“Not yet,” Megan answered.

“Why don’t you do the honors, Corey?” Damien said, flashing a quick, knee-weakening smile.

“Gunner,” Corey announced. “Nice, strong, German name.”

“Gunner it is,” Damien said with a nod. Megan made a notation on the dog’s chart.

Damien was quick, and in just a few minutes, announced Corey could release the Shepherd. The dog shook himself roughly before sitting tensely on his haunches. Corey removed the muzzle and immediately, Gunner relaxed.