Read Leonardo di Caprio is a Vampire Online
Authors: Julie Lynn Hayes,Julie Lynn Hayes
Tags: #gay paranormal erotic romance
Hunter gave him a careful look, glancing up from where he was kissing his way along Fisher's other thigh. "Please don't be upset if I tell you?" he asked cautiously.
"I won't," Fisher promised.
"I have. It was a long time ago, when I was in college. Only two guys, and one woman. No, not at the same time," he forestalled what he could feel was Fisher's next question, running his tongue along that very sweet flesh. He stroked his other leg, attempting to still his trembling. "Does that bother you?"
Fisher exhaled in relief, relaxing a bit. "No, I was hoping one of us knew what he was doing."
That brought a large smile to Hunter's lips, which only served to intensify the effect he was having on Fisher. "My sweet, sweet, practical Fisher," he murmured, his fingers caressing the sensitive flesh where his thigh met his groin, inducing another moan. He leaned down and swept his tongue along that crease, feeling Fisher vibrate at his touch.
"Tell me if something bothers you," he murmured, "I don't want to do anything to upset or hurt you."
"I will," Fisher promised softly. He reached his hand toward Hunter, caressing his soft dark brown hair. He found it hard to believe that they were really here together like this. It seemed like a dream on a par with the one he'd had this evening, that odd little manifestation of his psyche, almost like a cross between
It's a Wonderful Life
and
A Christmas Carol
. But this was no dream, this was reality.
He'd held his secret love for Hunter inside of him even before he knew it for what it was. Societal conditioning had caused him to suppress how he felt, afraid to be perceived as something less than the other people around him, simply because he was different. But his heart had refused to allow him to succumb to such stupidity. Prejudice was prejudice no matter what form it took. And love was still love. He realized now that Hunter was the
one
and always had been, and there was nowhere else on earth that he would rather be than right here with this man who he loved so very much.
Continuing to caress his thighs gently, Hunter turned his attention to Fisher's erection. His cock was maybe seven inches long, pink and circumcised, and it had a good girth to it, which Hunter discovered as he circumnavigated it with his fingers, wrapping them about his length. "You feel so good," he murmured, "you have no idea how long I've dreamt of this, of you…" He leaned in and softly kissed the tip of Fisher's cock.
Fisher thought he was about to explode. His sexual experience thus far was limited to some awkward attempts at masturbation, but he hadn't really gotten into it. And sleeping in the room next to his mother's as a teen didn't help. Once he and Hunter bought their house he had the opportunity, but he was always afraid that Hunter would overhear him and Fisher would be embarrassed. Especially if Hunter discovered that Fisher, on the rare occasions when he actually completed the act, did so with Hunter's image in his mind's eye. As a result, he had entirely no self-control, and he was unabashedly leaking fluid from the head of his cock.
Hunter took advantage of this natural lubrication as he stroked Fisher's hardness, continuing to lap hungrily at the head, slipping his tongue into the slit. "You taste delicious," he murmured into Fisher's flesh.
Fisher thought he had never felt anything as wonderful as Hunter's light, careful stroking of his erection. He didn't want to embarrass himself by orgasming too soon. And he also wanted to please Hunter, if he only knew how.
"Are you ready…" he began, tentatively, "to, you know… I mean, do you want to… you know… me?" He wasn't sure what was the proper term to use, under the circumstances, so settled at last for, "Do you want to make love to me?" as better than its more vulgar counterpart.
"Not tonight," Hunter responded.
Fisher's heart fell. Had he done something wrong? Was he not responsive enough? Was there something he should be doing that he wasn't?
Hunter reassured him, hastening to kiss him softly. "Shhh, shhh, don't look like that. It's too much for you all in one night. Later, when I have a chance to properly loosen you, so it won't hurt. When I have better lube. Or any. I haven't bought any lube in years, I have to confess. I was so not prepared to have you here like this, I mean I always hoped, and dreamed…"
Fisher was touched at the raw emotion he heard in his lover's voice, it went straight to his heart. "We can wait," he reassured him, "but don't you want… something… I mean…"
"Don't worry, sweet love, we're not done, far from it. I'm going to show you how good it feels to be inside of someone."
"Who?" Fisher asked, without thinking, immediately blushing.
"Me, silly," Hunter chuckled, continuing to lube Fisher's cock, with slick strokes. "Now listen, I'm going to take this slowly, for both our sakes. It's been a very long time for me, and it'll take me a minute for my body to adjust. But I promise you that you are so going to like this. All right?"
"All right," Fisher breathed, his body tensing in anticipation.
"Sweetheart, relax, please," Hunter begged him, using his free hand to caress Fisher with love and patience. "This will be good, I swear. Would I lie to you?"
Fisher shook his head. He trusted Hunter implicitly. But he had another concern that he needed to address first.
"Hunter?"
"Hmmmmm?" Hunter's lips encompassed the head of Fisher's cock, sucking at it lightly, causing him to lose his train of thought momentarily.
"While we're… doing this… will you bite me? Isn't that how it works? During sex?"
He watched Hunter's face anxiously. If this was real—and by now he believed that it was—then he knew that Hunter needed him in that particular way, and he wanted to give him what he needed.
Hunter lifted his face, arching his eyebrows, giving Fisher an appraising look. "You're serious, aren't you?"
"Of course, I'm serious. Hunter, I'd do anything for you. And I'm selfish too, I don't want to lose you. Not now, not ever. You're too much a part of my life." Fisher's forehead puckered as he tried not to panic at the idea of losing Hunter. This was too important to both of them, and not something to be lightly tossed off, as Hunter was so accustomed to doing with most serious subjects. He watched Hunter's face carefully, certain that he was debating the matter internally. Surely common sense—and hunger—would win out.
"Sure," Hunter agreed, and Fisher released his pent-up breath, gratefully.
Now they could move on to other matters.
"I promise I'll show you more next time, baby," Hunter whispered, punctuating every other word with a kiss to Fisher's cock, "but for right now we'll take it slow. Relatively speaking." His blue eyes were twinkling, which only served to make Fisher's cock twitch in anticipation.
"Are you comfortable the way you are?"
"Yeah, fine."
Hunter laid a last tender kiss, running his hand along Fisher's length. "I think you're wet enough to do it," he gauged. "If I get too heavy, or if you don't like the way it feels, just tell me, okay?"
Fisher nodded, although he didn't have the least idea what Hunter was talking about, or what he intended to do.
Hunter caressed Fisher's legs until they were relaxed, pressed flat against the bed, kissing each knee before he did. He straddled Fisher's slender form, positioning his long lean frame above him, while Fisher watched every move he made with complete and utter fascination. He reached beneath him for Fisher's cock, held it lightly with one hand, as he guided it toward his own entrance.
"Let me do all the work," he cautioned Fisher, lowering himself slowly on his hardness. "Just relax and keep breathing…"
Fisher was stunned. He had certainly not expected this, not in a million years. He felt as if Hunter had just offered him the most precious gift ever, in the form of his own body. As Hunter eased himself down onto Fisher's cock, he felt the tight muscles which ringed his lover's hole as they clung to him, almost resistant to what it was that he and Hunter were trying to do. He heard Hunter gasp.
"What's wrong?" Fisher gazed up at him in alarm. "Did I hurt you?"
"No, no… hang on."
Fisher could hear Hunter release his breath in painfully short pants, like he was trying to breathe above his pain. He couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. He tried not to tense up, waiting as patiently as he could manage, his eyes never leaving Hunter's face. If he thought the pain was getting worse, he'd push him off if it came to that, rather than see him suffer.
Hunter stilled all movement, one hand lightly grasping Fisher's cock, the other balancing himself. "Need to adjust, that's all, it's all good." Gradually, his breathing evened out, becoming less labored, and he began to move slowly, but surely, impaling himself on Fisher's hard cock.
Fisher watched in amazement as he was slowly swallowed up inside Hunter's body. He felt as if they were merging, the two of them, into one being. Inside Hunter was warm, moist, soft and tight, a delicious mix of sensations that left Fisher gasping in amazement. He felt Hunter's tight muscles gripping him. It was a pleasant tightness. As if they were built with one another in mind, the perfect fit. That was it. They fit together like an intricate lock and key. The analogy made him smile.
"Aaaaaaaaah," he moaned in ecstasy. He slid his hands down Hunter's back, where they found purchase on his perfect ass.
"Go ahead, baby, touch all you want," Hunter encouraged him. He hadn't changed his position, and remained firmly entrenched upon Fisher's cock. Fisher's hands busied themselves in rubbing, stroking and kneading that firm flesh, a beatific smile reaching his lips.
"Oh god, Hunter," he managed at last, "you feel incredible." He gazed up into those fabulously blue eyes in complete adoration, an emotion mirrored in Hunter's eyes.
"Yeah, you do too," Hunter echoed earnestly, "very, very incredible. Baby, put your legs up a little more, so I can… oh yeah, that's good." He leaned partially back against Fisher's thighs, using them for support, maneuvering himself so that he could slide with greater ease up and down that thick cock.
"Sure that doesn't hurt, Fisher?"
"Oh God no."
Fisher was forced to move his hands with the slight change in their positions. He placed them on Hunter's gyrating hips instead, feeling them undulate as Hunter moved. God, but that was sexy. His eyes were fastened upon the beautiful sight. Yet he wanted to do more than just receive. He wanted to give something back to Hunter as well. As Hunter impaled himself, rising and falling in a smooth rhythm, grinding himself against Fisher's groin, Fisher noticed his very swollen, very unattended cock. He glanced at Hunter, whose head had rolled back slightly. His eyes were closed, his lips lightly parted, and Fisher was enchanted by what he saw.
Impulsively he reached for that weeping cock, daring to be bold for once in his life and take something that he wanted—that something being Hunter Long. He wrapped one hand about that long lean shaft. God, that was so sweet, having Hunter's flesh pulsating in the palm of his hand.
"Oh, yeah." Hunter gave his approval as Fisher tightened his grip, exploring the head of Hunter's prick with his thumb, grazing it across his slit, fascinated by everything having to do with him. He knew Hunter so well, and yet at the same time, he barely knew him at all. And he wanted to get to know him, inside and out. Which meant also dealing with this vampire thing, making it his own.
Fisher was stroking him in earnest now, wishing to bring Hunter to a climax. He had a feeling his own was all too close. What was the proper protocol for this? Was he supposed to give a warning of some sort—orgasm ahoy? Here I come? Or maybe the ever popular, timber! He didn't have time to decide. He felt the most glorious sensation inside of him. It began as a tightening in the center of his balls, gradually radiating outward, flowing along every nerve ending he possessed until it reached his cock, at which point he simply exploded, filling his partner with his hot seed. Fisher inadvertently squeezed his hand tighter about Hunter's cock as he orgasmed, coming in hot gasping spurts, Hunter's name falling from his lips.
Hunter arched into his orgasm, tightening his muscles even more about him, milking him hungrily. Fisher continued to stroke him, mindlessly, caught up in what he was doing, as Hunter bucked into his hand.
"Oh God, Fisher, yes, keep it up," Hunter moaned.
Fisher felt the power of the flesh inside his grasp as it quivered and throbbed. This felt so very right, how could anyone say otherwise? He loved Hunter, and he intended to spend the rest of his life proving it to him.
Starting with this moment.
"Bite me," he commanded.
"What?"
"I said bite me, Hunter. Now." He continued to pump Hunter's quivering cock. He could actually feel the other's need in him, now that he was looking for it, and he steeled himself for it, turning his head to allow his lover better access. He didn't want to watch, but he didn't think that would be necessary.
He felt the shift in Hunter's weight, felt Hunter's mouth, warm upon his neck, even as he felt Hunter erupt in his hand, releasing an exultant howl, the twin sensations fusing into one overwhelmingly sensual excitation. Hunter's lips were sending shivers down his spine. Fisher grabbed his head, digging his fingers into those soft locks, his body vibrating intensely.
Hunter raised his head, took a breath. Fisher could see ribbons of scarlet which fell from his lips, and he was fascinated by the deep hue of the drops. Too late he realized what it was. Surprisingly, the sight did not make him nauseous. Maybe because he knew it was for Hunter's benefit, so it was okay.
Hunter ran his tongue around his lips, taking every last drop, before falling onto Fisher. They wound their arms about one another, their lips meeting, meshing, melding. Fisher didn't even care that he could taste blood or that it was his own blood. Life was too good to care about something like that.
They lay together for several minutes without speaking, until Fisher broke the silence.