Stuff My Stocking: M-M Romance Stories that are Nice and Naughty (12 page)

Jasper sighed. “He sure is.”      

***

The Luna View Rooms restaurant was as stunning as the name implied. All pomp and ceremony, plush curtains and red carpet, too. Jasper wore his best suit, one he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable in.

An overly keen waiter directed him through the restaurant. He wasn’t attractive, not to Jasper, but still, he had a cute butt. Jasper smiled. He saw Carlos before the waiter gestured at a rather expensive and comfortable looking couch for him to be seated at.

Jasper sat down.

Carlos was by the window. The view outside that of the impressive Lunar surface taking up most of the scene, craters off all shapes and sizes dominated its features even though cities had been there for two-hundred years or more now.

Jasper accepted a drink from the waiter. Carlos approached. His gait hypnotised, and Jasper  had to admit, melted away any discomfort or first date nerves.

“Glad you could make it,” Carlos said, sitting down next to Jasper, shuffling up so he was close. Very close.

“I’m glad you did, too.”

Carlos clinked his glass against Jasper’s. “So when do you want to fuck me? Before or after the meal?”

Jasper smiled, sipping nervously from his glass. The wine was dry, yet crisp and refreshing. “How about during. We’ll get a room, then order room service.”

“I like how you think, Mr. Arnold.”

“I’ll like how your arse will look once it’s got my cock up it,” Jasper said, trying his hardest to match Carlos’s cheeky nature. The tactic seemed to work. The man beamed a smile, his eyes reflecting his want, his hunger for some man loving.

Carlos grabbed Jasper’s hand, pulling him up off the couch. “Good thing I thought of all that earlier. We’re in room two-hundred and forty four.” A cheeky smiled accompanied his words, reinforcing them.

Jasper drained his glass, more for courage than anything else. Sure, he was a dirty slut with his team mates, but that was something that had taken years to cultivate. He’d never really had another man, been in another’s bed besides Chalky, Padrig and Andrew. This was all new to him, and again those nervous first date butterflies returned.  

Before he realised what had happened, Jasper was in a hotel room. Carlos threw the ID key onto the hall stand, coming so he could embrace Jasper.

“Did you want to start slow or just go for it and plough me good and hard.”

Jasper licked his lips. “Well, to be honest…I…I—”

“Shhh. Don’t fret.” Carlos leaned forward, pecking Jasper on his lips. He did things so different to his team mates it was tangible. His kiss was delicate, not filled with the lust for victory or the need to conquer. He continued, “I understand that you have your team. All athletes who are part of a group know that. If you want me to ease off, just say so.”

“No,” Jasper said without thought. “It’s just that…do we need protection?”

“I told you, I have everything under control.” Carlos gave Jasper a gentle push toward the bedroom. “Now relax. Let me get that suit off you. Bet you can’t wait to be in your skin, hey?”

Jasper pulled at his collar. “Yeah, you’re right, my man. This monkey suit sure does chaff where it matters…like all over my body.” A nervous chuckle was added to his words.

Carlos smiled. “I sure am
your
man.”

He was taken aback. Saying
your man
was a figure of speech, something that rolled automatically off his tongue. But he supposed Carlos was right. At this moment, for the here and now, he
was
his man.

On the bed, Carlos clambered over Jasper, unbuttoning his suit’s shirt until his pecs and rippling abs could be exposed for plenty of tender kisses. Jasper groaned, letting the man do his magic, the anticipation causing those nervous butterflies to return, but in a good way.

Carlos disrobed, his thick uncut cock was as hard as it was ever going to be. The veins bulging. They embraced, wrapping each other up tight. Skin on skin, lips on lips, tongue touching tongue, they held each other for an eternity. So long the view from the window was no longer dominated by the Moon.

But Jasper didn’t care. He was engulfed by Carlos’s presence. His musky scent, the touch of his body against his and the tickle of his breath on his cheek. All were so perfect. Soon, Carlos came onto Jasper proper, gyrating his hips, motioning the act of love without penetration. At the same time he came up so he could caress Jasper’s chest, concentrating his efforts on his nipples.  

Jasper gasped. His cock was as hard as hell, his foreskin helping to keep the movement of Carlos’s cock against his fluid and without discomfort. It was amazing. The act of their frottage something that Jasper would never have considered before this day. He had always thought that genital rubbing was for dirty old men in subways. Done in shame and while perving on young boys. Not so anymore. This was electric and all of his skin tingled as Carlos gained more and more of a rhythm. As far as Jasper was concerned, any man that didn’t enjoy this, especially as it was done properly, was a pussy.

Carlos continued to rub himself against Jasper in an action that was just as sensual as any he had experienced, took his breath away, in fact. While Carlos worked his cock in such a manner, he also used his hands to massage. The worries of the day melted away from within Jasper’s mind. He was in heaven.

Again Jasper groaned.

He was filled with love. His balls tightened in their sack, the explosion of ecstasy one that wouldn’t be far away. Carlos leaned down to kiss Jasper. Their bodies were one, working together toward the same goal, their complete and utter happiness.

Then it happened.

Jasper blew his load. He shuddered, his climax all consuming, all powerful and above all, filled with so much joy that he had found Carlos.

“You
are
brilliant, my man.” Jasper then felt more warmth around his groin and stomach. Carlos collapsed onto him and he didn’t need to be told that he had orgasmed, too.

With a whisper in Jasper’s ear, Carlos said, “I think we made a mess.”

“I think I want to see you again.”

“Are you asking me out?” Carlos came to plant kissed on his lips in between the words of his question.

“Yes, I am.”

“Good. I’m going to need someone to share my victories with. Being a marathon runner there isn’t much chance of any team fun, you know.”

Jasper smiled. “Well, I’m sure my team will accept you with open arms. They need plenty of cock play to keep them going, that’s for sure.”

Carlos let out a gentle laugh, coming off Jasper, revealing the mess they had just created. “I think we need a shower.”

“Good idea. Say, why don’t you come over tomorrow to the grid. I’m sure the boys will want to celebrate with you as well.”

“I can’t. Got training. I can make it the next day.”

Jasper now beamed a smile. “That’s great. That’s when I’m playing…if we can win the next round, that is.”

Carlos kissed him. When parted, he said, “I’m sure you will. And even if you don’t, I’ll be there for you.”

***

“This morning, and brought to you live from Olympic Park in geosynchronous orbit right above your heads, we will bring you the non-stop action of zero-G wrestling from round two of the gold medal match between Australia and the Ukraine in the Yokohama complex. Stepping up to the plate and desperate for a win to stay in contention for the gold, Padrig O’Malley will show us his skills. Can he use his tactical knowledge to weaken Peter Zanofsky? Or will it be another unexpected defeat for the Australian team? Time will tell, so stay tuned. Over to you, Howard.”

Padrig let out a war cry, matching the intensity of the crowd all around, his traditional pre-match quirk before he pushed himself away from the bunker wall. He was at the centre of the grid before Jasper could blink, the man motioning the cross when the whistle blew.

“Go get ‘em,” Chalky yelled, bringing his hand around Jasper’s waist, both of them watching the match from the bunker’s viewing window. Coach Andrew was called to the team’s public box, as he was most matches. The poor man having to front the media.

Jasper returned the gesture, bringing Chalky closer. There was a moment of silence from within the whole grid as Padrig and his opponent began their battle, locked in each other’s grip.

Chalky asked, “So what’s he like? You didn’t say.”

“Who?”

“Carlos, of course.”

Jasper took in a deep breath. “He’s awesome, my man. Just fucking awesome.”

“Well, that don’t tell me nothing. What you get up to? Did you get him laid? Tell me, I’m dying to know.”

Jasper let out a chuckle. “You’ll see.”

Before Chalky could answer, a
call to stand
whistle was blown. On the board Padrig was a clear four points ahead of Peter. The referee went up to Padrig, using the supports to do so. Seemed there may have been an illegal move. Jasper wasn’t sure, his conversation with Chalky distracting him from the action on the grid for a moment.

“Wait a cotton picking minute here, folks. I do believe Peter Zanofsky just grabbed Padrig O’Malley by his buttocks! Sure, since the clean skin rule was implemented and athletes had to compete naked and have their genitals detached, there haven’t been many deliberate fouls of the holding nature. But never in a million years would I have thought I’d witness a competitor get so desperate. Such a thing was just so uncalled for, so unwarranted. Why risk an illegal hold when the match could have gone either way? We’ll just have to wait and see what the referee has to say as they deliberate amongst one another. I don’t think I can wait and I’m sweating golf balls here in anticipation, let me tell you.”

Padrig entered the bunker.

Jasper and Chalky ran to him, embracing him tight. After much mutual physical bonding, Jasper asked, “What happened, Paddy?”

Padrig screwed up his face, wrinkling his cute nose. “By the Mother of Mary, the bastard shoved his thumb up my arsehole, that’s what.”

Chalky ran his hands along Padrig’s chest. “Did he even ask you out?”

Jasper let out a laugh, adding, “Not like you to complain about some anal play, my man.”

“Good one, you guys.” Padrig smiled, bringing them in closer to his embrace. “He knew he’d been licked so he had to resort to that. I had him worked out from the word go. Sneaky bastard.”

The bunker was then illuminated by three red light signals. The final whistle blew. Padrig had been given the match after the illegal move, a clear points winner.

Jasper punched the air, coming to kiss both his team mates square on their lips and with heaps of tongue, too. “We did it.”

“Whooo hoooo, I knew there was something going on when the referee spoke to Padrig. Seems to me that desperation cost the Ukrainians the match. Why would a competitor perform such an outright illegal move for such an important game is anyone’s guess? To me it’s just crazy, crazy, crazy. They literally gave the Australians the points for round two. The standing at one all as we go into round three. So, what happens next? Well, the decider for the gold medal will be played tomorrow morning right here at the Yokohama grid. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep, I’m chomping at the bit to find out if Australia will win their first ever zero-G wrestling gold medal. Stay tuned, folks. Over to you, Chuck.”

***

“Welcome sports fans to the action here at Olympic Park. This morning, as the complex rises up for the best possible view, round three of the zero-G wrestling is about to commence. So far we’ve had drama, tears, ecstasy and agony as the Australians and the Ukrainians have contended for the gold. We pick up the action as Jasper Arnold of Australia and Vladimir Koojak of the Ukraine are about to do battle in a game that will surely go down as one of the all time greats of the sport. Over to you, Howard.”

Jasper breathed in deep, ignoring the slaps of encouragement by Padrig and Chalky, using his energy to concentrate on the moment. His focus, for the here and now, was the supports at the centre of the playing grid.

The whistle blew.

With all the energy he could muster, and as the gravity turbines were switched off, he pushed himself from the wall and glided toward the centre. The referee came up to him straight away. “Let this be a clean wrestle, gentlemen. Now shake hands and we’ll get underway as soon as possible. Clear?”

“Yes, ref,” Jasper said, grabbing Vladimir’s hand and offering a strong hand shake. His palm was sweaty and the look in his eyes was far from the steely determination Chalky offered, whether on the grid or in a bed. A good sign that he was nervous about the match. A good sign that Jasper had won the first psychological advantage before the starting whistle had even been blown.

When in position, the referee blew the whistle to commence.

Jasper came at Vladimir with the force of a road train, grappling him, trying to twist his body in the weightlessness so that his back and shoulders were exposed to the wall.

“Jeepers, Jasper came out of the start holds like a bull out of a gate. That’s what we all like to see, folks. Raw power wrapped up in such fine physical form. If I weren’t married I’d be all over Jasper like stink on shit, the man is an Adonis. Seems plenty of the fans think the same, too, as the crowd here at the Yokohama grid is going wild with excitement. Who can blame them? In fact, I do believe a couple of folk in the front rows have fainted. Pity, they’ll miss out on seeing Jasper move like a panther and being hypnotised by that damn fine arse of his.”

Jasper realised just in time that he had his head caught under Vladimir’s chest. He hoped to hell the referee didn’t pick up on that, otherwise it would be a point against him. All he could wish for now was a time advantage, being able to control Vladimir for the longest, because getting him off the grid and pinning him to the wall seemed a long shot. The man was skilled, perhaps more so that Jasper.

The whistle blew.

The first part of the round had been spent. The two minutes of wrestle time expired. Jasper glanced at the score board. He had four points, Vladimir, four points. He had to win the next part otherwise the advantage would go to the Ukrainian.