Love in La Terraza (4 page)

Cain had long ago accepted the fact he wouldn’t be winning any beefcake awards anytime soon…or likely
ever
considering he hated lifting weights. He was aware he had an appeal, however. He wasn’t so studly that men fell at his feet, but he did all right, mostly getting hit on by older guys, a fact he’d never been the least bit upset over.

Cain ran his fingers into Henry’s hair as the man drove him nearly insane kissing and sucking his way down Cain’s neck. He shivered as Henry’s large hands pulled his jeans and briefs down, the elastic waistband slowly sliding over his hips as Henry fell to his knees.

His stiff cock bounced freely in front of Henry’s face.

Cain felt the warm breath on his dick.

Henry sat there for a moment, just staring at him, hands roaming slowly as he took in every visual inch of Cain. It wasn’t until the silence and anticipation became more than Cain could bear, when his body began to shake from need and want, that Henry finally leaned in and kissed Cain’s stomach, just below his belly button. From there, he moved to Cain’s balls, licking and taking them into his mouth.

Cain watched as a thin thread of pre-cum dripped from the head of his cock onto Henry’s cheek. His eyes rolled back into his head when Henry finally took him into his mouth. Cain moaned, his voice trembling needy encouragements, nearly shooting right then as the head of his dick hit the back of Henry’s throat.

“Not gonna last long,” Cain whispered, taking Henry by the hair on the back of his head and guiding Henry’s mouth up and down the length of his erection.

Henry tugged on his nuts, and Cain blew, shoving his cock down the man’s throat and vocalizing his praise. Henry swallowed each shot Cain fired off, continuing to lick and suck, moaning his approval.

Standing back up, Henry smiled briefly before kissing him slowly, sharing the taste of Cain’s semen still evident on his tongue.

Cain groaned his appreciation as he pushed the man’s pants and briefs down. Henry was a little more than average in length, but his cock was thick and had a large head. It almost looked angry standing straight up, hard, wet, slick and dripping pre-cum.

Falling to his knees, Cain couldn’t keep the smile from his face.

“You look pleased,” Henry remarked, grabbing the shaft by the base and aiming the head at Cain’s lips.

Cain licked the wet tip slowly then wasted no time before he began sucking. His own cock got hard again imagining how Henry would feel in his ass. He savored every inch, each vein and ridge, his lips stretched as his nose came to rest in Henry’s pubes. Cain breathed in the warm, musky scent before pulling back, an action he repeated again and again, never picking up the pace since he didn’t want Henry to come, not in his mouth at any rate.

When Henry began calling him baby and praising his pouty little cock-sucking lips, Cain knew with complete certainty that this was exactly what he was meant to do with those lips. It took everything he had to not go crazy and suck the man silly, but he didn’t have to torture himself for long.

Henry pulled him off, yanking Cain back up onto his feet. They kissed furiously, Henry sufficiently worked into a frenzy, his hands all up in Cain’s ass.

“This what you want?” Henry asked, possessively, forcing a finger inside Cain’s hole.

“Fuck, yes,” Cain whispered, momentarily forgetting he’d been raised with manners before adding the obligatory, “please.”

Henry’s tongue went right back into Cain’s mouth as he worked on toeing out of his shoes.

Cain whimpered, Henry’s dry digit being forced farther inside causing some discomfort, yet not enough to prevent him from pushing back, attempting to take in more.

Henry kicked his shoes out of the way and tried kicking his legs free of his pants. He let go of Cain in order to free his left foot which was tangled up in denim, his briefs still caught halfway down his thighs.

They each started laughing as Cain hopped across the hardwood floors of his living room trying to kick his own pants the rest of the way off. Henry, now free of his jeans, was on Cain’s heels ready to help.

“Oh shit!” Henry grabbed Cain by the arm to keep him from falling, tossing his jeans in the process. “Care
ful
!”

They both went down, hitting the floor with a loud thud.

“Ow,” Cain said, laughing.

“Your dismount could use a little work,” Henry commented.

“At least, I broke your fall,” Cain said, his arms slipping around Henry’s waist.

“Seems fair since it was your klutziness that took both of us down.” Henry took the opportunity to kiss Cain again. “You hurt?”

“Don’t think so.” Their gazes locked, the heavy breathing from all the unintended calisthenics beginning to regulate. “Think I only hit my head. Nothing up there to damage in the first place.”

Henry thrust his hard-on into Cain’s, taking the liberty of brushing his mussed-up hair off his forehead.

The mood in the room shifted, growing more serious as they kissed some more. He was already pushing Henry’s briefs the rest of the way down, using his feet to help remove them. Cain needed to have the weight of Henry’s naked, six-foot frame pressing down into his. It made him feel safe, protected from the world at large which seemed to be turning against him as of late.

“You’re so beautiful,” Cain whispered once Henry pulled his lips away.

His head cocked slightly to the side. “Thank you, Cain.”

For a flicker of an instant, they each seemed to drop their guard long enough to truly see one another. Cain felt certain Henry bore witness to the vulnerability and self-doubt he’d been attempting to keep hidden inside, and somehow Cain recognized the loneliness behind Henry’s eyes.

They stared intently, trapped there, as if under some sort of spell.

“Wow,” Henry whispered to no one in particular.

Cain nodded his agreement, and their mouths came back together. Cain once again moaned as Henry ground their erections together. Their tongues slowly intertwined as the urgency faded, replaced by a desire Cain hadn’t experienced in a very long time.

Henry wedged his knees in between Cain’s legs, forcing them farther apart.

Cain emitted some sort of a noise, feeling Henry’s fingers kneading into the soft flesh between his balls and asshole.

“Upstairs…need condoms,” Cain muttered in between kisses, his hand wrapping around Henry’s thick cock. “Want you inside me.”

Henry didn’t immediately respond, his fingers pressing into Cain as his breath caught in his throat from Cain slow-jacking his cock. “Fuck, you feel incredible.”

The heat from their bodies rubbing together was enough to drive Cain past the edge where sense and sanity could be reached.

“So hot.” Cain muttered before lightly biting and sucking on the side of Henry’s neck, just below his ear.

Henry pushed himself up with his arms onto his knees, sitting on his heels while supporting Cain who’d followed as if they’d become stuck to one another. His lips never left Henry’s neck. He tweaked Cain’s nipples, twisting and pulling before he broke away, standing and leaving Cain in an overheated heap on the floor.

The pained expression on Cain’s face must have said it all.

Henry smiled, brushing the back of his hand across Cain’s cheek before walking back to where he’d left his pants. Cain smiled, finding Henry’s one sock on, one sock off adorable, in that wanting-to-have-sex so badly you no longer care about such details sort of way. Henry bent over, rummaging through his pockets and retrieving a small plastic bag that held a condom and small sample of lube.

Cain began to get up until Henry shook his head. “Don’t you move so much as an inch.”

Cain laughed under his breath, leaning back and opening his legs. He propped himself up with one arm and slowly jacked himself off with the other, balls resting on the wood floors.

Henry elicited a groan of approval before dropping to his knees, fiddling with the bag as they kissed again. Cain scooted closer as Henry ripped open the condom and rolled it on. By the time he’d lubed himself up, Cain had grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled himself up. Henry sat back on his heels again, guiding his cock as Cain sat, the head invading Cain’s ass as he lowered himself slowly.

He called out softly in pain, legs shaking as more and more of Henry invaded his body. Henry licked a nipple, pulling lightly on the hard nub of flesh with his teeth. He had one hand on his dick and the other on Cain’s ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

“So tight, baby.”

All other communication cut off as Cain kissed him, whimpering slightly from the discomfort as Henry’s tongue thrust into his mouth. Only when he was full did he stop, fingers weaving into Henry’s thick head of hair.

“Feel so incredible,” Henry gasped as they stared into one another’s eyes once more.

Cain’s lip trembled as he bit down, the heat and pressure of being stretched open—connected to Henry in such an intimate way—his skin tingled all over in response.

“You okay?” Henry asked. “I’m not hurting you?”

Cain answered with a kiss, using his thighs to support his own weight while grabbing hold of Henry’s wide shoulders for balance.

Slowly, he worked his ass up and down.

“Damn…Cain,” Henry said, his eyelids fluttering.

“Fill me up,” Cain said as Henry bit into his other nipple, sucking and nibbling.

Cain called out in pleasured-pain, riding Henry faster.

They were locked together, bodies drenched in sweat as they both struggled to hang on to one another. When Cain begged for more, pleading to be fucked harder, Henry took him by the back of the legs and got him onto his back. He took Cain’s ankles into one hand and pushed forward as far as he could, lifting Cain’s ass into the air, giving him everything he’d asked for as Henry took him hard.

Cain placed a hand over his head, bracing himself in an attempt to keep his slick body in place against the wood floors. Henry pounded into him, his pelvis slapping against Cain’s ass with each thrust. Cain let out a soft grunt each time Henry forced himself back inside. It hurt, but he wanted more, his own cock close to exploding.

Henry pulled out abruptly, and before Cain had the chance to object, he was rolled over onto his stomach. Henry roughly yanked him back and up onto his knees.

Looking over his shoulder, Cain watched as Henry entered him again.

Cain felt as if he were on fire as Henry fucked him from behind, groaning loudly, signaling he was getting close. Cain reached between his legs and began jacking himself off.

“Fuck me,” he managed to get out just as Henry started to come.

Cain also began to shoot, Henry grabbing him by a shoulder and pumping until he’d filled the condom inside Cain’s ass.

Cain’s arms lost any and all strength so he laid his head onto the cool wood floors, gasping for air as sweat ran down his face. He felt Henry still squeezing his ass cheeks, not quite ready to pull out.

“That…amazing,” Henry mumbled.

Cain smiled, nodding his head in agreement, still unable to speak and mourning the softening of Henry’s cock. He closed his eyes and said a silent prayer that this wouldn’t be the last time Henry Abrams was inside him.

* * * *

Standing naked in his kitchen, Cain had rummaged through the pitiful amount of food in his fridge and cabinets and made the best out of a bad situation. He gathered the grub onto a tray and carried it over to the living room floor where Henry still laid, spread out across the area rug his head propped up with a cushion from the couch.

“My living area has never looked so good,” Cain said as Henry sat up to take the tray so Cain could sit.

“This place is truly amazing.” Henry gawked at all the architectural details of the room, trying to take it all in.

The palm of his hand ran slowly across the hand-scraped floors along the edge of the rug while glancing up at the exposed beams and stucco stretching out across the ceiling. There were less flashy, understated flourishes like the harvest-earth tone colors used in the Spanish-influenced, hand-painted tiles along the fireplace surround, the oil-rubbed bronze light fixtures and trim accents on the doors and the graceful archways and cove ceilings in the cozy dining area and attached kitchen.

The inside of La Terraza was every bit as unique and special as the outside. It had been built with care and attention to the smallest of details.

Cain took a deep breath trying to keep himself in check, but it was difficult to separate his person from the brick and mortar around him as it all felt like part of his soul. This place was his home, had been handed down to him with the expectation he would guard it and keep it safe from those who might seek to bring her harm.

Cain glanced down at the hand on his leg.

“Stay here with me, beautiful,” Henry said.

Smiling down at the man then over to the tray, Cain cringed. “Okay, so my foraging skills leave a lot to be desired. You want the beer, the soda or the bottle of water?”

“You brought one of each?” he asked.

“I only have one of each.”

“Oh, well then any of the above,” Henry wiggled his eyebrows, apparently content with having dodged the decision making bullet on that one.