The Bohemians (5 page)

They stroked and pushed and wiggled and then, blessedly, they were naked, skin rubbing against skin.

“Oh! Topaz!” Quincy whimpered and pushed him onto his back, following, rubbing against him so that their pricks slid together.

He stretched up, moaning at the heat. “Gemini! Love! So good.”

“Oh, God. Oh, God!” Quincy started down at him, arm muscles working as Quincy ground against him.

Oh, those eyes. Topaz forced his eyes open, breathing with Quincy, wanting to see. Needing to see. “Please. Show me. Come for me. Please.”

Quincy’s mouth opened on a soundless scream, the blue eyes remaining open but glazing over, going sightless as heat splashed against him.

“Oh, Gemini! I was right! You are beautiful!” He shook, nuzzling into Quincy’s throat, mouth open.

Quincy gasped, panting.

The skin beneath his lips was salty and tart, flavored with the scent of Quincy’s come.

He rocked slow and easy, purring as he licked and moaned. He was lost. Lost.

One of Quincy’s hands slid beneath his hip, pulling him up against the long body, sliding his cock along heated skin. Sweet licks tickled the skin behind his ear.

“Your turn.”

“Oh. yes.” He whimpered, head tilting and offering Quincy more. “Feels like magic.”

“You’re the magician,” Quincy murmured, tongue following the line of his neck. “I’m just a lonely Gemini.””No. You’re not just anything, Gemini. You fill my dreams.” He whimpered, cuddling close, hands moving over Quincy’s spine.

“Oh, Topaz... how am I going to keep myself from falling in love with you?” Quincy’s gazed down at him, moving their hips together.

“You’re not.” He wouldn’t lie. “We’re already in love, we’re just not admitting it yet.”

“Oh... Topaz... Come for me so I can make love to you.”

He laughed, taking a happy kiss, shivering in his Gemini’s arms as he came, melting. Quincy held him, hands stroking along his sides, gentle and warm.

Topaz relaxed, purring and moaning as he floated. “Oh, Gemini. Love me. Please. I want to feel you.”

“Where’s your condoms and lube, Topaz? I don’t want to have to stop and find them later.”

“In the little covered basket there.” He stretched and pointed, nuzzling Quincy’s chest.

Quincy reached over to the basket and pulled out several condoms and the tube of lube, placing them on the bed, by the pillow.

Then his mouth was taking in a gentle kiss, Quincy’s tongue once again pushing in to taste.

Oh, so gentle. Such care. Topaz trembled, undone by his Gemini’s focus.

Quincy proceeded to explore, fingers and mouth traveling slowly over his body, lingering whenever he gasped or cried out.

Topaz twisted and laughed, purred and arched. Quincy found the spot at the edge of his scar that made him cry out, the line above his pubic hair that gave him goose bumps.

Quincy kissed each hip, lavishing wet, warm attention on them before slowly moving back up to his nipples.”I... Oh, Gemini. You... It’s so good.” He didn’t have the words, didn’t have anything but honest need. He reached out and stroked Quincy’s hair, fingers trembling.

Quincy only moaned and brought their mouths together again.

That sweet tongue entered him again, distracting him until slick fingers slid between his legs, stroking his balls, moving beyond them. His knees parted, stretching wide for that touch. Moaning, Quincy found his hole, circling it, pressing gently against it.

“I want you.” He did, his body opened easily, Quincy’s fingers sliding into him with ease.

“Yes,” agreed Quincy, moaning, fingers stretching, sliding against his gland.

Topaz gasped, hips rocking to keep the spikes of pleasure constant, zinging through him.

“I can feel your need trembling around me.” Quincy’s own need was hard and hot against his hip.

“Oh, you’re making me fly.” He was high on the sensation, the scent of Quincy on his skin, the taste of strawberries on his tongue.

“That’s the idea.” Quincy’s fingers slipped away, the blue eyes so dark as they gazed down at him.

He could hear the plastic condom package being opened, heard Quincy gasp as it was applied and then Quincy was there, at his hole, such heat pressing against him.

Topaz tilted his hips, rocking against that heat slow and easy, feeling himself open, letting himself feel everything. “Make love to me.”

“Yes.” Quincy pushed in slowly, almost painfully slowly, the thick heat spreading him, giving time for each and every nerve to learn that cock.

He reached out, cupped Quincy’s cheek. They breathed together, moaning as they joined. “You’re magic. Oh...”Quincy nuzzled into his touch, trembling, not moving just buried deep inside him.

The kisses started then, slow, drugging touches that stole his heart, his breath, his good sense. By the time Quincy moved the first time, Topaz was seeing stars.Quincy’s thrusts were slow, too, almost all the way out and then back in, deep, cock brushing across his prostate again and again.

His world cracked, heart opening wide and Quincy pouring in.

Quincy’s thrusts became faster, more urgent, those blue eyes dark-dark as they watched his face in his pleasure. Strawberry scented breath slid over his face, coming quicker as Quincy’s movements sped again.

Topaz reached down, fingers wrapping around his shaft and pulling in time, letting the physical needs be answered.

“God. Beautiful.” Quincy whimpered and then shuddered. “Oh, God, soon.”

“Yes, love. Please.” He arched, hips rocking harder, grinding onto Quincy’s cock.

Quincy cried out softly, eyes rolling back into his head as he shook and came. Topaz could feel Quincy’s cock pulsing inside him, filling the condom with heat.

He watched Quincy’s orgasm, watched every second of pleasure before finding his own, body rippling around Quincy’s heat.

Quincy lay heavily against him, one hand still holding up some of his Gemini’s weight, the other stroking through his hair. “God, Topaz that was... oh... yeah, good. Great. Yeah.”

“It was magic.” Topaz pulled Gemini against him, cuddling. “Thank you.”

Quincy slid out of him, catching the condom and tying off the end, letting it slide off the edge of the bed. “No, thank you, Topaz.”

“Will you stay the night?”

Quincy smiled at him, eyes shinning. “Yes, please.””Oh, good.” He arranged the pillows and blankets just so and opened his arms, blood singing through him, so happy. “Is it too early to ask you to stay forever?”

Quincy froze and then slid into his arms. “I have a bad habit of falling in love with the men I make love to, Topaz. It usually leaves me heartbroken after a few months.”Topaz nodded, holding Quincy close. “I have a bad habit of making love to men I’ve fallen in love with. I don’t think I’ve ever broken anyone’s heart. I promise not to start with yours.”

He could feel Quincy’s smile against his skin. “Then I’ll stay.”

He kissed the top of Quincy’s head. “Goodnight, Gemini. Sweet dreams.”

“I think maybe I’ll just stay awake and watch you sleep.”

Oh.

Topaz lifted Quincy’s face and took a soft kiss, tears filling his eyes. “I know you don’t believe me, but I love you, Gemini.”

“I think you’d be surprised, Topaz, because I know I love you.”

“Thank you.” He whispered the words, stroking his lover, tears spilling silent in the darkness.

“Oh, God, don’t cry, please don’t cry.” Quincy’s fingers wiped at his cheeks, a soft kiss pressed to his forehead. “Don’t cry, Topaz.”

“Sometimes... Sometimes the happiness is so big, it’s got to go somewhere.”

“Oh. I guess I can live with that.”Quincy drew him in close, one hand softly stroking. “Goodnight, Topaz.””Goodnight, love.” His cheek found the spot that would become his on the warm shoulder and he closed his eyes, fading into dreams.

Chapter Seven

Quincy always woke up slowly; even when his alarm went off it would be several minutes before it really penetrated and then he’d grumble and hit the snooze button and drift back off for nine more minutes.

Today he was having the most wonderful dream. Sunk in a bed of soft materials and pillows, he was curled around his lover. Happiness lurked just beyond the opening of his eyes.

He could stay right here forever, never let go of this dream.

Except.

It wasn’t a dream, was it?

His eyes blinked open and there was Topaz, curled up against him, head on his shoulder, breath warming his skin. Oh, he could get used to this.

Even the fact that he’d admitted to Topaz that he was in love with the off-beat weaver didn’t send him into a panic -- he felt too good, too right lying here in Topaz’s... well it was a nest really more than a bed and he could get used to that, too. He smiled, just lying there, happy.

Topaz purred softly, curling closer. “Mm... my Gemini. Love you. Smell so good.”

His smile got bigger, big enough he thought maybe his face muscles were going to be sore. “Good morning, Topaz.” He tilted his head as a thought occurred to him. “Hey -- is that your real name? Topaz?”

Topaz blushed, shook his head. “Scott Richards, believe it or not. Terrible, isn’t it?”

Quince looked at Topaz, really looked at him and then shook his head. “Not terrible so much as it doesn’t suit you at all. Scott Richards is... stuffy.”

“Yeah. I’m not so big on the stuffiness.” Topaz stretched up against him, so slight, so warm, and gave him a kiss. “Morning, Gemini.”

He murmured happily and held Topaz’s head in place, deepening the kiss. He was horny, morning wood at the ready like it always was, but today it was more than that. Topaz made him want.

Topaz moaned, rubbing slow and easy. Those soft lips parted, asking him for more, thin fingers sliding down his spine. He pressed his tongue into the warmth of Topaz’s mouth, rubbing his cock against his lover.

“Mmm...” Warm fingers tickled down his belly, sliding over his shaft.

“Oh God... Topaz... make love to me.”

“Yes, love. Yes, but first...” Topaz slid down, licking at his belly, his shaft.

Oh... He moaned and tried to hold himself in check, to keep from bucking and pushing his cock into Topaz’s mouth.

“So sweet. So hot. Felt so good inside me last night, love.” The licking and nuzzling continued, his balls laved, the tip sucked.

“Uh-huh.” Quince was just a little breathless, close to squeaking instead of speaking.

Those soft lips pushed down over his cock, suction slow and steady, almond eyes shining at him.

Oh, god, was that half whimper half keening noise coming from his mouth? It wasn’t like he’d never been sucked before, but this was... really hot and tight and good. His balls were cupped, rolled, petted, hums vibrating his shaft.

His fingers slid through Topaz’s hair, hands holding on as the sucking and humming and touching conspired to send him into the sky.

Topaz reached for the lube, still sucking steady as cool-slick fingers slid over his hole, pressing slightly.

Gasping, he let his legs spread wide, offering himself to Topaz.

“Mmm...” Those fingers pressed deep, stroking him as Topaz took him in, swallowing around his shaft.

He shuddered, coming convulsively down Topaz’s throat as his body shook.

Moaning, Topaz crawled up his body, reaching for a condom. “Need you, Gemini. Please, love.”

He nodded, body still thrumming. “Yes, Topaz. Yes.”It took nothing, just a few breaths, and Topaz was pressing inside him, eyes hot and sparkling down at him. He groaned, cock twitching, trying to come back to life.”Feels good? You’re good?” Topaz gasped, shuddered.He nodded, gasped. “Yes. Don’t stop.”

“Oh, good.” Topaz’s lips covered one of his nipples, sucking as those hips started moving.

“Oh!” Quince’s hips bucked, hands holding Topaz’s head in place as his cock started to fill again.

“Yes. Good.” The sucking got harder, the thrusts firmer, Topaz hot and needy above him.

Oh god, how could he be so hard and desperate again already?

“Love you,” Quince whispered.

Topaz shook, head lifting, thin cheeks flushed. “Yes. Love you, Gemini. Love you.”

He bent forward, taking Topaz’s mouth with his own, tasting the truth of the words.

His lover moaned into his lips, one hand circling his prick, cock sliding over his gland over and over and over.”Topaz!” He bucked hard, the pleasure coming up from his toes and fountaining out his cock.

“Oh, Quince. God. I can smell you. So...” Topaz cried out, back arching with a low cry.

He stroked Topaz’ back, floating in the sensation of being happy and sated. God, was when the last time he’d woken up next to someone and not had that awkward dash for the door?

The condom was discarded and then his arms were full of sated, warm weaver, bright eyes shining.

“I could get used to this,” he said softly, using a single finger to stroke Topaz’ cheek.