Roped (17 page)

Tek’s response was to bear down on Jamie’s cock. The head popped into him, and they both hissed. Jamie held perfectly still, even held his breath as he searched Tek’s face for signs of distress.

“Hurt?”

Tek swallowed hard and shook his head. “Just give me a minute,” he said harshly. “Jesus, your dick is a lot bigger than your fingers.”

Jamie chuckled, the movement causing him to push a little deeper into Tek, and he groaned as the tight hole contracted around the head of his dick. Jamie struggled not to push in any farther, but it was hard, so fucking hard not to bury himself deep inside Tek.

Tek stared up at him with wide eyes as his body adjusted to the invasion. Jamie began to worry he was hurting Tek and started to pull out. “No,” Tek protested, and Jamie froze. “I… I want it. Just go slow, okay?”

Tek was rolling his hips, rocking his ass side to side trying to work Jamie’s cock deeper. Jamie clenched his jaw, his pulse thundering as he held himself perfectly still. Sweat ran down Jamie’s spine, and he shuddered, pushing his dick another fraction of an inch into Tek’s body.

“Okay, move,” Tek groaned.

Jamie hesitated, afraid to release the tight hold he had on his lust, but also afraid not to. He was held suspended as the two needs battled against one another.

“Dammit, Jamie,” Tek growled and wrapped his legs around Jamie’s waist, pulling him down as Tek thrust upward, taking Jamie to the hilt in one swift movement.

They both gasped, still and silent for a second, and then Jamie pulled back ever so slightly and pushed in again. Tek’s panting mouth curled into a slight grin with the movement. “Feel good?” Jamie asked then pulled back again.

Tek shook his head and then nodded. “I don’t know,” he chuckled. “Fucking burns.” He rolled his hips. “Ah… I… yeah. Do it again.”

With painstakingly slow thrusts, Jamie began to move in and out. His body trembled with the effort to go slow as Tek’s ass gripped his cock like a tight fist, but somehow he managed. After long moments, Tek’s body began to relax around his erection.

“Oh fuck,” Tek moaned, then dug his fingers into Jamie’s shoulders and lifted his head to press his mouth against Jamie’s. “Harder,” he demanded.

Jamie’s arms shook from holding both his own body and Tek’s up, but there was no way he’d miss the pleasure shining in those hazel eyes or the blissed-out expression on Tek’s face.

“You feel so goddamn good. Your ass is so…. Damn,” Jamie groaned, his thoughts jumbling as he picked up the pace, sliding in and out of Tek’s ass with ease.

“Wait till you try it from my end,” Tek grinned dreamily. He released his hold on Jamie and fell back against the rug, then lifted one hand to caress Jamie’s cheek. “It’s like… it’s like you’re warming me from the inside out.”

“I’ll always keep you warm,” Jamie promised.

“Always,” Tek echoed, his eyes fluttering closed.

Jamie shifted, going up on his knees. He grabbed Tek’s thighs, pushed them to his chest, and bent him nearly in half when Jamie pressed their mouths together as he began fucking Tek in long hard stokes, going balls-deep before pulling out and slamming back in. Over and over he fucked Tek as they breathed each other in, becoming one breath, one body of heat and passion.

Tek’s erection rubbed along Jamie’s belly with each thrust, leaving wet trails of arousal. Jamie dropped one of Tek’s legs, leaned to prop himself up on one forearm, and wrapped his hand around Tek cock, giving him more heat, more friction as Tek began to go nuts beneath him, thrusting and rutting hard, a string of naughty curses and incoherent pleas pouring from him.

“I… so close… harder,” Tek demanded, his voice harsh and strained between gasps.

Jamie couldn’t take his eyes from Tek. His eyes were closed, head tilted back, exposing the straining muscles in his neck as he chased his orgasm. Jamie had never seen anything so beautiful or felt anything more fucking perfect than the way Tek’s body gripped him, holding him deep inside. It was on the tip of Jamie’s tongue to say… what?
I love you?
The words just didn’t seem enough, not big enough, special enough for what Jamie felt for Tek. There were no words to use for the indescribable. Instead, Jamie showed Tek with his body what he felt, gave him every bit of his strength and power, his very breath as he rammed into Tek over and over.

“Uh… I’m…. Fuck, Jamie, I’m gonna….” Eyes closed, mouth open as if in a silent scream, Tek’s body went impossibly tight and his channel clamped down on Jamie’s cock, holding him balls-deep for a few heartbeats before Tek exploded. Wet heat fountained over Jamie’s fist as Tek cried out his pleasure so loud Jamie’s ears rang.

Jamie drove himself in and out of that perfect heat through each contraction of Tek’s orgasm. A jolt raced down Jamie’s spine. His balls drew up tight. He knew he was going to come; there was no way to stop the inevitable. Tek’s ass milked it, demanding it.
Not yet. Hold on just a little longer.

Tek slumped back against the rug, his sweat-dampened hair matted to his forehead, his swollen lips open as he panted. And then his eyes blinked open. Those gorgeous hazel eyes were dark with satisfied lust, and he smiled.

Jamie lost it.

He slammed into Tek one last time, tried to crawl inside Tek’s body as he pushed in deep, and threw his head back and roared as he came so hard his head spun in a dizzying array of lights behind his tightly closed eyes. Jamie hung in that magical place that only Tek could take him, not wanting to land, not wanting the pleasure to end.

When he couldn’t draw it out for a second longer, Jamie slumped against Tek, their combined sweat and Tek’s cum hot between them. Jamie gasped for breath, taking in huge gulps of air as his heart pounded.

So gorged on pleasure, Jamie could only lie against Tek, listen to him breathe, and soak in the heat of Tek’s body. He groaned when Tek rolled them and then hissed when his softening cock slipped from Tek’s body. But then Tek was pressing up close, laying his head on Jamie’s shoulder, and it was exactly where Jamie wanted to be. He wrapped one shaking arm around Tek and ran his fingers along Tek’s bicep.

“You okay?” Jamie whispered. Even talking seemed like too great an effort.

Tek splayed his fingers out against Jamie’s chest, right over his thumping heart. “Never better,” he slurred sleepily and then patted Jamie weakly.

“You’ve been thinking about this, huh?”

“Hmm?”

“The stashed condoms in the drawer,” Jamie pointed out.

“Oh, those,” Tek chuckled. “A good Boy Scout is always prepared.”

“You were never a Boy Scout.” Jamie snorted.

“Yeah, well, I obviously would have been a kickass one.”

“True dat,” Jamie conceded and kissed the top of Tek’s head.

As they came down from their high, Jamie’s right side was warm from the roaring fire and Tek’s body pressed tight against him. But from the other side, cold air blew against his heated flesh. With the last of his strength, Jamie grabbed his T-shirt and cleaned them up as best he could and then stretched and snatched the blanket from the couch. He covered them both, trapping in the heat, shielding Tek from the cold.

As they snuggled together, Jamie had a new admiration for winter and never wanted to leave their little slice of snow-bound heaven.

New York City, with its bustling metropolis and millions of people, is one of the loneliest cities. It was easy to get lost. We shaved our beards, cut our hair, and wore nondescript clothing, became one of the locals. Anonymous. However, it wouldn’t have mattered how we dressed or wore our hair, no one noticed us. Not once in two years did a single person meet my gaze. No one said good morning, waved, or acknowledge either of us in any way.

However, Jamie and I didn’t need anyone else. We had each other. We worked, lived, and loved side by side. The city can be lonely and violent, yet for Jamie and me, it was the safest place in the world. We found ourselves, new friends, and a whole hell of a lot of fun. Even then, I knew our past would eventually catch up with us, but at the time, we were having the time of our lives.

Tek Cain

“H
EY
,
YOU
about ready?” Tek yelled at Jamie who was taking his dear sweet time in the bathroom.

Jamie stuck his head out the door, toothbrush in hand and toothpaste dribbling down his chin. “Would you stop already? Jesus.”

Jamie disappeared, and then the water came on briefly followed by loud gurgling sounds. Tek stood near the door, arms across his chest, and tapped his foot impatiently. “I have a job interview, and I can’t be late,” he reminded his pokey partner.

After a few minutes, Jamie stepped out of the bathroom, wiping a hand across his mouth. “It’s not for another hour, would you relax? We have plenty of time.”

Tek’s gaze was drawn to Jamie’s back as he moved toward the dresser. Water rivulets still ran down his flushed skin, the thick muscles flexing as he moved. For someone Jamie’s size, now standing an inch taller than Tek at six foot six inches, he moved with the grace of a lion—even if he was built like a brick shithouse. Tek licked his lips as Jamie let the towel around his waist fall to the floor and he got a good look at Jamie’s tight, perfect ass.

“You know,” Tek said seductively, moving up behind Jamie as he pulled briefs from the drawer. “We could leave at seven and still make it in plenty of time if we spring for a cab.” Tek licked a water droplet from Jamie’s spine, causing the man to shudder.

“No, we won’t,” Jamie said with what sounded like regret in his voice. “You and I don’t know the meaning of quickie.”

“Sure we do,” Tek said and then licked another water droplet. “It means an hour rather than our normal two-hour session.” Tek took a step back. “Oh right.” He pushed his palm to his hardening erection. “You’re right. We don’t have time, dammit.”

Jamie stepped into his briefs and then turned around, a mischievous grin on his handsome face. “We could always skip the foreplay, and I could just bend you over the bed and try for a new record.”

Tek spun away before Jamie could grab him. “Hell, no. It’s your fucking turn to bottom. My ass is still sore,” he complained. He stomped back across the room, tossing over his shoulder, “Now get dressed before I say screw the interview and bend your ass over.”

Tek leaned against the front door and crossed his arms over his chest, steadfastly refusing to look at the laughing bastard while he dressed. He and Jamie were compatible in almost everything. If Tek cooked, Jamie did dishes and vice versa. They shared the chores around their small studio apartment fifty-fifty. They liked the same foods, the same sports teams, even shared the same clothes. However, when it came to sex, they had one difference. Tek cocked his head and thought about it for a second. Actually, they were the same in that aspect as well. Both loved to give and receive blow jobs, hand jobs. Both were big into heavy petting, kissing, and lots and lots and lots of foreplay and teasing. They were also both tops, and hence fucking had become a power exchange and all about compromise.

Tek began to tap his foot again as he waited. He checked his pockets for his keys and patted the back of his waistband to make sure his Glock was in place. For two years he and Jamie hadn’t had any problems living in the big city, but Tek was still wary, always looking over his shoulder, waiting and always packing. He couldn’t ever afford to let his guard down.

“C’mon already before I leave you here,” Tek complained.

Jamie finished tying his shoes and tucked in his blue T-shirt as he made his way to the front door. “Would you knock it off? You’ll get the job, but not if you go in there scowling and snapping.”

“I’m not snapping,” he snapped and then realized how he sounded. “Okay, maybe a little bit,” he sniffed. “I fucking hate job interviews. They always ask too many personal questions, want too many stupid documents.”

Jamie wrapped an arm around Tek’s waist and pulled him close, pressing a soft kiss to Tek’s lips. “It will be fine,” Jamie said against his mouth. “No one has questioned our IDs before, and you need this job.”

“I know,” Tek conceded and hugged Jamie back, feeling some of his ire drain as he held his lover. Jamie always had a calming effect on Tek—his rock.

The money Tek had taken from Rocco’s safe was running out, and with winter coming, Tek wouldn’t be able to work as much as a day laborer, if at all. No way could they make it on Jamie’s salary from his delivery job until spring. Tek clung to Jamie for a few more moments, letting Jamie’s heat soak into him, ground him, before he lifted his head and kissed Jamie back.

“Alright, let’s go get me a job.”

Jamie winked at him and released his hold. “After you.”

“You just want to stare at my ass,” Tek teased as he turned and opened the door.

“Your point?” Jamie asked drolly and followed Tek out into the hall.

“Yeah, well, you’re still not tapping it later, so you might as well get your fill of it now,” Tek said. He locked the dead bolt and then pocketed his keys.