Birthday Burglar (2 page)

Neil shook his
head, effectively shutting him up with a scowl of disappointment.
His shoulders slouched as he placed his hands on his hips. “That
wasn’t spontaneous! It was plain scary!”

“Oh, now I’m
the bad guy.” Jamie folded his arms across his chest, shooting his
partner a disheartened look. He tried so hard to make this day
special and exciting, and all he got in return were complaints. “I
even bought a turtleneck to be more realistic.”

Neil looked at
him as if he had just declared his love for Cradle of Filth, and
then suddenly let out a loud laugh, covering his face with both
hands.

“Is that
funny?” Jamie mewled. “You wouldn’t be laughing if your head felt
as hot as mine.” He would always remember not to wear a balaclava
in the middle of summer again. Even if just for role-plays.

Neil looked up
at him, the bottom part of his face still obscured by his long,
pale fingers, but his eyes were teared up from laughter.

Jamie was not
impressed. “Well... someone’s spoiling the mood.”

Neil wiped the
wetness away with the side of his palm, and then pressed closer to
him with a sigh of relief.

“You keep
surprising me,” he murmured, embracing Jamie’s neck.

“Oh, I’ve got
more in store for you.” Jamie's enthusiasm returned just as quick
as it was gone. “But it’s a secret for now.”

“What, you got
me a vegan cake?” Neil laughed, hugging him. Jamie now had a
perfect view of his delicious neck. Neil smelled as good as always,
but before Jamie could act on his impulse, he felt Neil’s nose and
tongue caressing his own skin.

“You wish! I
got the most fattening nut and chocolate and caramel and cream cake
ever!” He finally hugged Neil back and gently caressed his
nape.

His partner
laughed, stroking his back in slow, gentle moves. “You read my
mind. I already had a huge California burger for lunch,” he said in
a whiny tone.

“Ah, come on,
It’s your birthday. You can have whatever you want.” Jamie grinned,
stroking a hand through his lover’s fine hair.

“That’s what I
thought!” Neil beamed and kissed him, a smile still on his lips.
“And now, I'm gonna be even naughtier,” he breathed, before giving
Jamie’s chest a firm push.

“You will?”
Jamie laughed, as he fell on the bed. “You want a taste of the
burglar after all?” He raised his eyebrows, his focus instantly
sharp again.

“Uh-huh, it’s
revenge time,” said Neil, tracing his fingers over his smooth, hard
belly. Jamie could already see the upper part of Neil’s tattoo
emerging from underneath the jeans.

“Is it?” Jamie
bit his lip, unsure of what Neil meant, and distracted by what he
was seeing. Neil unbuttoned his trousers and pushed them lower,
uncovering the familiar design of roses and thorns.

“Weren’t you
hot?” Neil asked, sliding the remaining clothes off and letting
them fall to the floor. His body was slim but nicely toned. Neil
had been the first guy Jamie ever slept with, and he was still
aroused each time he saw his bare body. The way the muscles on his
belly flexed underneath the creamy skin made him ache to kiss
it.

“I still am.”
Jamie laughed and quickly took off his turtleneck. Neil shook his
head, supporting his weight on one knee as he leaned in to unbuckle
Jamie’s belt. “Oh! So I’m the one getting a present?” Jamie felt
his smile widen.

“No, I’m
getting mine,” Neil said, bowing down to trace Jamie’s belly with a
warm tongue. The touch made Jamie break out in goosebumps and he
arched his hips up, toward Neil.

“Go on! Unwrap
it already,” he laughed hoarsely. He couldn’t wait to feel those
lips a little lower.

“You’re always
leaving all the work to me.” Neil snorted, pulling his pants down.
“But I’m not touching your socks anymore.”

“Oh, come on! I
was in a hurry this morning.” Jamie smiled, brushing his fingers
through Neil’s purple hair. “I think you’ll like the work you’re
gonna be doing.” He quickly pushed the pants and socks off, leaving
on just a pair of white jocks. He chose them, knowing how much his
partner loved to see him in this type of underwear.

Neil’s eyes
darkened with lust as he dropped Jamie’s trousers to the floor and
followed by throwing his own clothes on top of the pile. He ran
warm hands up Jamie’s torso as he showered sloppy kisses over the
hard stomach below. He tousled the blond dusting of hair with his
tongue, trailing down from Jamie’s navel and into his underwear,
hot breath caressing sensitive skin.

“Oh yeah,”
sighed Jamie, already imagining his boyfriend’s lips around his
cock. With this kind of treatment, he wouldn't mind every day to be
Neil's birthday.

As soon as that
thought crossed his mind, the hot, eager mouth closed over his
balls, sucking them through the thin, cotton fabric of his
jockstrap. Neil’s fingers ran up and down his thighs, kneading them
almost roughly. Jamie got painfully hard within seconds.

“You wanna see
it already?” he breathed, pushing his thumbs under the
waistband.

Neil moaned,
his back arching like a cat’s. “Yeah.”

“No,” Jamie
laughed, unable to stop himself from touching him. “Turn around and
show me your ass first.” He loved Neil’s body, so different from
his own and yet just as masculine.

Neil grinned at
him. “How about you show me yours, Mr. Burglar?” he suggested,
playing with the waistband of Jamie’s jockstrap.

Jamie sighed
theatrically, looking into his lover’s eyes before slowly turning
around to show off his tanned, round buttocks. He worked out a lot
because he loved to feel desired. With Neil he always did.

None of them
had a strong preference for topping or bottoming, so there was
always anticipation about who would get their way each time.
Apparently, the big, bad burglar would have to be on his hands and
knees today.

Neil exhaled
and spooned him from behind, his hard cock lining up with the crack
of Jamie’s ass. “That’s more like it,” he whispered running his
fingers down Jamie's sides. His hips ground against him with a low
sigh.

“Oh, God,”
groaned Jamie, pushing his forehead into the pillow. That wasn’t
his plan for the evening. The original idea included tying Neil up,
spanking him, and fucking him on the floor, but this seemed just as
good. The muscles in his buttocks tensed, and he arched his back to
show off his wide shoulders. Beneath Neil, he felt like a tamed
bull, ready to be ridden but dangerous nonetheless.

“What was
that?” Neil teased him, sliding his hot hands over Jamie’s thighs.
He licked a trail along his shoulder blades, then suddenly bit into
the flesh, rubbing his body over his lover’s buttocks and back.

The bite sent
shivers straight from Jamie’s shoulder blade to his hard cock, his
whole body pulsing in a furious rhythm. He barely held back another
moan. “You know what...” He ground his hips against Neil, and then
rubbed his groin against the bed covers. He felt hot all over with
Neil’s cock sliding against his opening, their bodies grinding
against each other on top of the bed. Jamie let out a low moan when
his lover’s hand slid over his crotch. He was going out of his
mind.

“Oh, Neil,” he
whispered and turned his head for a kiss. His lover laughed and
pressed his luscious lips to Jamie’s. He slapped Jamie’s backside,
and then slid his fingers between the buttocks, the movement making
Jamie feel lightheaded.

“Ready for
dessert?”

“Yes,” Jamie
said softly, making rounded, eager movements with his hips. Neil
breathed hard, sucking on his tongue, and patted Jamie’s bottom
several times before strolling over to the bedside table. Jamie
smiled, spreading his legs even further as he pushed the front of
his jockstrap aside and grabbed his own hard prick.

“Ah, just a
minute,” groaned Neil. “We forgot to replace the lube.” He said
before running out of the room.

Jamie sighed,
all excited and ready. He moved his hips in the air, slowly pumping
his hard cock with a spit-slicked hand. He didn’t want to wait any
longer. But then he remembered something. The puppy! The fucking
puppy!

Jamie got
straight to his feet and ran after Neil, pushing his hard-on back
into the jockstrap. “No! Neil! I’ll get it!” he screamed down the
corridor, but as soon as he saw his lover again, he knew it was a
lost cause. Neil stood in front of their tiny storage room, already
holding the puppy close to his bare chest. The dog was making
needy, squeaking noises as it thrashed in Neil’s arms, licking the
underside of his jaw. A greater part of the large, purple bow Jamie
tied around the puppy's neck was now tattered by the animal’s sharp
baby teeth.

Jamie gulped
and forced a smile, his heart hammering. “Happy birthday?”

“A puppy,” Neil
said in a flat voice.

“Everyone loves
them, right?” Jamie let out a nervous laugh. “Can we actually get
the lube, and get back to the dog later, I’m kinda... you know?” he
trailed off, shooting a meaningful glance to his hard-on.

Neil’s mouth
fell open, and he shook his head. “You’re crazy.”

“The good kind,
right?” Jamie nodded, his smile widening with hope. “Like when
someone walks into a fountain with their clothes on, and it’s lots
of fun?”

“Jamie... we
both work!” whined Neil, but he grabbed a new tube of lube from the
shelf and made his way toward Jamie, with the mewling puppy still
in his arms. He didn't look like he was still in the mood.

“But just look
at him!” tried Jamie, a bit deflated. “It’ll be a bit like being
knocked up. You’re stressed at first, but then it all works out
perfectly.”

Neil stopped
and scowled at him. “So, you’re saying that I got knocked up with a
dog? On my birthday?” he mumbled, exhaling loudly through his nose.
The puppy yawned, peeking at Jamie from between Neil’s fingers.

“Uhm... what?
Where did that come from?” Jamie swallowed. The last thing he
wanted now was an argument. He wanted to get off! And make Neil
happy. It was his birthday after all.

Neil shook his
head in disbelief, but came closer. “Exactly, where did that come
from? We’ll talk later, daddy.” He snorted, shaking his head.

“But... leave
him for now,” Jamie whispered, hypnotized by the puppy’s wagging
tail. “I don’t want him to watch,” he complained, knowing how
embarrassing it would feel.

“What?” Neil
rolled his eyes. “He’s scared and in a new place,” he reasoned,
strolling back into their bedroom. “Besides, it's just a
puppy.”

“Exactly!”
whined Jamie. “It’s like, you know, a baby dog. Baby dog. It’s
gonna get all traumatized and stuff.”

“Grow up, dog
mommy.” Neil put the dog down on the floor, exposing his buttocks
in the process.

“Daddy!” Jamie
corrected him through his teeth. “What’s he gonna think of me?” he
moaned, not sure how to make Neil understand. A puppy would still
surely understand what was going on. Plus, it would be weird to do
it with someone watching.

“Whatever,
Jamie. Just come over,” groaned Neil, getting onto the bed, his
gaze trailing to the dog every now and then.

Jamie sighed,
finally giving up. There was no use fighting Neil when he got like
this. He sat on the bed, still feeling uncertain about the whole
thing. What if the dog became gay after watching them? Then again,
it'd be fun if they had a gay dog to complete their little
family.

Neil swept him
up in a warm embrace. “I still want the other half of my present,”
he whispered and trailed his tongue around the shell of his
partner’s ear.

“The cake?”
Jamie pouted, raising his eyebrows, though he didn’t hesitate to
nuzzle Neil’s neck.

“No, I meant my
handsome burglar.” Neil stroked Jamie’s forearm and led Jamie’s
hand to his own cock. His hoarse voice rang in Jamie’s ear and sent
a wave of heat straight to his groin.

“Okay, I don’t
think he’s looking this way now,” he said when he saw the puppy
sniffing the curtains. Jamie leaned leaned back on the bed with
Neil’s slender body on top of him. He breathed with excitement, his
hand starting a slow, pumping rhythm on his partner’s cock.

“Ah, yes!” Neil
leaned over, giving him a gentle kiss. Jamie opened up, feeling his
lover’s tongue tracing his lips and pressing them for entrance. It
didn’t take long for him to give in as he arched against Neil.

“Get the lube,”
he breathed hoarsely.

“I have it
right here,” murmured Neil, gently biting his lip. “Lie on your
stomach,” he asked, pressing his own hot body against Jamie.

“Neil, he’s
looking at us again!” Jamie whined as the puppy’s gaze met his from
under the window, but he still turned onto his hands and knees,
lifting his hips to expose his ass.

“You’re
spoiling the mood,” Neil groaned, cupping Jamie’s rear and trailing
kisses along his spine.

“It’s not my
fault!” he sighed, trying to forget the dog and focus on the
caressing touch instead.

“Quiet,” Neil
whispered, nuzzling his shoulder blade and leaning in to kiss him
again. He pressed two lubricated fingers against Jamie’s anus,
massaging it in gentle circles. That definitely made Jamie forget
the dog. He moaned, his whole body arching up. He loved how tender
Neil’s touch was. He was slowly kissing Jamie’s back as his fingers
teased the tight opening. The touch sent shivers up Jamie's spine
and made his cock throb.

“Oh yeah...
slide them in,” gasped Jamie. He closed his eyes, slowly rubbing
his dick against the bed.

Neil slid the
tips of his fingers in, moving them around gently. It made Jamie’s
insides flutter, and he drew in a sharp breath, impatiently taking
hold of his cock. He ground his hips into Neil’s hand, driving the
fingers in deeper, longing for that sweet fullness. “You do it so
well...” Jamie sighed but frowned when he heard squeaking noises
from the floor. The puppy was too small to jump on the bed, but it
looked up at them, tail wagging as if its life depended on it. Neil
chose this moment to drive his fingers in deep.