Birthday Burglar (3 page)

Jamie gave a
high-pitched moan, his face hot as he shot a glance at the dog,
full of guilt. The thrust felt so good though. He needed more even
if it cost the puppy its innocence.

“For God’s
sake, Jamie, just close your eyes,” said Neil with an impatient
groan, gently massaging the sensitive nub inside him.

“Okay, okay!”
Jamie's breathing grew deeper as he pushed back against the
fingers. Neil knew exactly how to get him going. He thrust the
fingers in, letting them linger for a moment each time to circle
Jamie’s sweet spot, drawing out a long moan. Neil pressed his body
against him, rubbing his own hard cock on the side of his
thigh.

“Oh yeah,”
sighed Jamie, his attention focused only on his partner. He smiled
to himself, imagining the slippery tip of the penis that was now
touching his thigh. He eagerly arched his ass up.

“Want you now,”
murmured Neil, gently biting Jamie’s arm and playing with the white
rubber band of the jockstrap. Jamie mewled as he felt the slim
fingers retreating out of his tight hole.

“Bring it!” He
laughed and buried a wide smile in the pillow, drunk with
excitement. He couldn’t wait to feel Neil inside. There has always
been a special connection between them when they were having sex.
Even if it was just a quick blowjob, there was at least a spark.
Sex with Neil felt familiar and special at the same time. Each
time.

“You bet!” His
boyfriend laughed, kneeling right behind him. The touch of a blunt
cock-head sliding over his anus sent Jamie’s body into havoc.

“C’mon! Pitch
it already.” He moved his buttocks closer to Neil’s hips, rising to
his knees. His heart was pounding fast in anticipation of what was
to come. He felt Neil’s hand pressing into the small of his back,
letting him know who was in control, and then Neil filled him. “Oh
God, Neil!” he uttered, his legs going weak. This was exactly what
he was waiting for. “So good!” The cock felt just right, hot and
thick. Neil didn’t move for a moment, gently stroking Jamie’s back
with trembling fingers.

“I love your
ass so much.”

Jamie turned
his face to the side, his expression somewhere between a smile and
excitement. “Show me how much,” he whispered, trying to ignore the
puppy's whining.

“Yes!” Neil
slowly withdrew, grabbing Jamie’s hips in a firm grip, as if
attempting to steady himself. He quickly pushed back in and after a
few thrusts, he got into a well-known rhythm. A rhythm Jamie loved,
even with the whining dog and an aching knee from the failed
role-play. He made small sounds of satisfaction each time Neil’s
dick went in deep. It felt as if it was reaching Jamie’s core.
Jamie didn’t touch his own cock in an attempt to make it last
longer, but Neil seemed to have different ideas, and Jamie soon
felt the familiar hand sliding underneath the front of his
jockstrap to push the fabric aside for easier access.

“I’m close,” he
breathed into Jamie’s back, his thrusts becoming frantic.

“Do me too,”
Jamie muttered with a smile and gripped the covers.

“Lean down,
gimme some space,” gasped Neil, pushing Jamie’s back lower as he
rode him with abandon.

Jamie felt like
hugging the mattress, all flushed and ready to come. His cock was
hard and pulsating, just like his ass. “Whatever you want.”

Neil groaned,
his movements quickening as he fucked Jamie hard, his breath
rugged. It took just a few more moments for him to come and Jamie
trembled along when he thought of the hot come that now filled his
insides. After several more thrusts, Neil’s body slouched on top of
Jamie, his hand still pumping Jamie even as it slowed down.

“Faster!” he
demanded, writhing beneath Neil. “I’m almost there!” Jamie’s body
was aching for completion.

“Sorry!” Neil
was breathless but complied, his warm breath tingling Jamie’s
skin.

Just a few more
pumps, and several kisses finally got Jamie to finish with a long
wail. He arched his hips, lifting Neil up, but in the end he
slumped down, satisfied as ever. They fell into the covers like a
breathing heap of limbs.

“Oh God.” Neil
nuzzled his neck, drawing him closer. Jamie was certain there could
be nothing better than this.

“You happy now
about the birthday burglar?” Jamie laughed, having no strength to
move anywhere. He could barely catch a breath.

“God, you’re
such an idiot!” Neil joined in as he kissed Jamie's nape. His warm
body felt soothing, and Jamie smiled, at the firm heartbeat against
his back.

“It’s not my
fault it went wrong,” said Jamie, his gaze trailing toward the
puppy, which was now coughing out threads of the ribbon it
swallowed. “Oh no, not again,” he whined but decided it wasn’t
worth moving for. Neil did.

“Did you give
him water?” he asked, sitting up with a sigh.

“Come back.”
Jamie grabbed his hand lazily and tried to press him close against
his own chest. “It’s gonna be fine. Puppies do that all the
time.”

“Jamie! You
didn’t get him any water?” Neil hissed and gave him an outraged
slap on the butt. “What about food?”

Jamie laughed
it off. “I've got some in the car.”

“Jesus, Jamie!”
Neil picked up the dog. It moved impatiently but stopped thrashing
around once Neil got the ribbon off its neck.

“I love you
too,” said Jamie, turning his head with a wide grin.

Neil’s
expression was priceless. He was standing with his back to the
kitchen table, cornered by Jamie who fed him the extra fatty,
sugary cake straight from his hand. Neil let out a long, pleased
groan, chewing slowly and savoring every bit of creamy sweetness
lingering on his tongue. With his eyes closed, face slack with
pleasure, he looked the picture of decadence.

“Is that a
chocolate orgasm?” Jamie asked, joining in on the dessert
extravaganza. He didn’t even mind the puppy licking his foot at the
same time. Though it was persistent.

“Close,” Neil
confessed, slowly opening his eyes and looking at Jamie with a
chocolate-stained smile. “That’s a really naughty cake.”

Jamie laughed
out loud, moving closer to him and pointing at his tooth. “You’ve
got something... yeah, over there.” He navigated, as Neil trailed
his teeth with his finger, staining them even more. “That’s it,
you’ve got it, the only clean bit,” Jamie laughed.

“Bastard, ”
chuckled Neil, looking down at the puppy, which now stood on its
hind legs, moving awkwardly beneath their feet. “Did you get him at
the circus or something?”

“He’s so cute,
right?” Jamie grinned, pulling Neil closer. “I saved him from a
burning building.”

Neil pouted.
“That does sound like you.” He kissed Jamie once again and picked
up the puppy. Jamie already had to clean up after it, but he didn’t
complain, wanting Neil to enjoy their new family member. “What
should we call him, oh noble savior?” he asked with obvious
skepticism.

“Bull. After my
football team! Look how strong he is. And he’s gonna grow bigger.”
Jamie pushed the last piece of cake into his mouth and licked his
fingers.

“Bull?” Neil
laughed, playfully punching his chest. “What kind of name is that?”
He kissed the dog's ear, successfully turning its attention from
Jamie to himself.

“Strong name.
Name of a fighter,” he said, but the way the puppy looked like now
was in stark contrast to the name.

Neil’s eyes
shot up. “Well, he won’t grow up strong if we don’t feed him.” He
looked as if there was something else he wanted to say, but the
puppy turned its tiny head, licking at his chocolate-stained
chin.

“Let’s go, it
looks as if it’s gonna eat you." Jamie took the dog from his
hands.

“Did you get a
leash or something?” Neil asked, splashing his mouth by the sink.
He would never leave the flat without looking presentable.

“It’s a puppy.
I’ll carry it,” said Jamie, holding the dog up in the air as if he
were playing with a baby. It moved its head, trying to reach
Jamie’s nose with its long tongue.

“We need it for
walking. You can’t keep carrying him around like those crazy
Chihuahua ladies.” Neil laughed and moved toward the exit. “Did you
smell him?”

“What do you
mean?” Jamie frowned and smelled the dog, following Neil out of the
apartment.

Neil looked at
them with a smile. “Smells like milk.”

“Do you? You
do!” Jamie started baby-talking to the puppy as he played with its
paw.

Neil laughed,
entering the lift. As soon as it descended, he took the opportunity
to hug Jamie. “Are you gonna play peek-a-boo with him next, daddy?”
he laughed, stroking the puppy’s head with the tips of his
fingers.

“Maybe. In your
wardrobe.” Jamie smirked, anticipating Neil’s reaction.

“Villain!” Neil
laughed, exiting the lift as it opened into the underground parking
lot. Jamie’s red Chevy was parked only several meters from the
entrance.

“Your secret
arch nemesis,” Jamie said in a low tone, giving Neil his most
villanous look.

Neil rolled his
eyes and stuck his hand into Jamie’s pocket to retrieve the car
keys. “Now I know who’s been playing in my wardrobe all these
years.”

Jamie laughed
out loud. “Oh, I’ve been out of the closet for a while now.”

“Thank God.”
Neil snorted, opening the Chevy's back door. He quickly moved back
with a gasp, as if something threatened to hit him.

And then Jamie
remembered. He didn’t clean the car after the puppy got sick.
”Shit.”

About the
Author:

K.A. Merikan is
a joint project of Kat and Agnes Merikan who jokingly claim to
share one mind. They finish each other's sentences and
simultaneously come up with the same ideas.
In 2006 a mutual friend invited them over to a party and after a
whole night of chatting and watching movies, the idea of writing a
novel together came up. It marked the beginning of both a
professional collaboration and lasting friendship of Kat and
Agnes.

Kat
Merikan
is a freelance illustrator and fashion enthusiast whose
favourite things include chili chips, stiletto shoes and cats.

Agnes Merikan
aspires to become a sexologist. She loves
chocolate, dogs and all things kitch.

It is easiest to find them in galleries, good restaurants and
historical sites, always with a computer or notebook, because for
Kat and Agnes, every day is writing day. Future plans include lots
of travel and a villa on the coast of Italy or a flat in Paris
where they could retire after yet another crazy venture, only to
write more hot m/m romance.
Kat and Agnes enjoy writing various kinds of stories, from
light-hearted romance to thrillers. They love creating characters
that are not easy to classify as good or evil, and firmly believe
that even villains deserve their happy endings.

Liam slept with
his boss. Again. And lost his job because of it. Again. Set on
changing his ways and tired of sleeping in his car, he applies for
a job as a live-in caretaker, even though he has no experience in
it whatsoever. He has a lot of practice in lying his way out of any
situation though. Only problem is, his new boss – wheelchair bound
owner of a sex hotel – is gay, cute, funny and oh, so fuckable!
There is only one logical solution to Liam’s dilemma – pretending
he’s straight. Brilliant!

When Ryan
inherited his aunt’s B&B, he thought he’d hit the jackpot by
changing it into a fetish sex hotel. Things didn’t go as planned
though, all of his marketing efforts seem to fail, and the debt is
mounting up. Being a wheelchair user doesn’t help in actively
promoting his hotel, but his luck starts to change when he hires a
new caretaker. Liam is open-minded, helpful and caring. All that
Ryan needs from a caretaker to kickstart his business, but things
would all be a lot simpler if he didn’t start crushing on his new
employee. And even if, in some other dimension, Liam did return his
feelings, how long can Ryan keep his fetish a secret?