June 10th, 2004
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Steve's PoV
It's been three fucking days and Mike is still moping around about his birthday.
Sure, he was damn happy and having fun when everyone was over here, last Monday to celebrate it.
He was slightly buzzed, telling jokes, kissing me in front of everyone (public desplays of affection normally freak him out a little), and even jumped in the pool with most of his clothes on.
I can't seem to recall him being pissed off when he was opening the gifts the guys brought him. And he wasn't too angry to fuck me all night either.
But here we are, three days later, and he's still dragging around like he just turned eighty.
Well, I'd had just about enough of it. He's only thirty-four, and I'm gonna show him that he's still got a lot of living to enjoy.
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Mike's PoV
"Mike?" Steve was calling me from somewhere upstairs.
I pulled my attention away from the TV where I was watching an interview with Vince Lecavalier. "What?" I called.
"Come up here for a second, would ya?"
"In a minute."
He started whining, "Right now, please?"
I rolled my eyes at his childish antics, but I couldn't say no. So I shut off the TV and climbed the stairs.
It was night time and he had all the lights, save one in our room off; so the entire upstairs was pretty dark.
I took my time as I walked down the hallway and pushed the door to our bedroom entirely open.
What I saw took my breath away.
Sergei was laying on the bed, one arm behind his head and other other tracing lazy patters on his tight stomach. He wasn't hard though, seems he was saving that for me to take care of.
I grinned and shut the door behind me. I could take care of that, no problem.
He rolled onto his side and pushed himself up on his elbow as I approached him.
"Took you long enough." He said, a soft smile on his face.
"Well if you would have told me that this is what you were planning, I would have been up here pretty fast." I smirked, leaning down with the intention of kissing him.
To my surprise, he pushed me away.
I wasn't offended or anything, just confused.
He sat with his legs spread on either side of my thighs and placed his hands on my ass. I couldn't help it when my breathing increased slightly.
After a moment of rubbing my ass, he reached around and pushed my shirt up. I took hold of the bottom of it, with the intention of bringing it up over my head, but he swatted my hands away.
"Let me." He insisted, pressing his mouth to my skin.
So I dropped my hands and let them rest on his shoulders.
He placed kisses all over my stomach and traced his tongue along the contours of my abs.
I voiced no approval of what he was doing, but I know he could feel it right below his chin. My head fell forward slightly when he brought one of his hands around to cup the evidence of my arousal.
"Steve, please..." I whispered.
But his hands left my body and pushed me away from the bed far enough to let him stand in front of me. His mouth sealed over mine, masking out any protest I would have otherwise voiced.
His fingers hooked under the hem of my shirt and pulled it up. I raised my arms as we broke our kiss so he could bring my shirt up over my head.
He let it drop to the floor, and kissed me slowly. I reached my arms around and cupped his ass, kneeding the firm muscles hidden under his skin.
It took only a moment after he moaned into my mouth for him to pull away from me.
I wanted to ask why he did want me to take this further, or why he didn't want me to touch him, but he quickly silenced my thought process as he unbuttoned my pants.
In a matter of seconds they were pooled at my feet, followed quickly by my boxers.
A quick glance down showed my own erection jutting out, and a bit lower, was his as well.
I looked up and tried to kiss him, but he was already sinking to his knees.
I groaned, "Steve... on the bed..." I knew it would be easier on his knees if he were kneeling on the mattress, and as his Captain and lover, I was worried about his comfort.
But he didn't seem to mind, blowing lightly against my slicked up cock.
Instantly, I grabbed onto his shoulders. And he seemed content to let me touch him, so I didn't move.
After a moment, his tongue ran along the already swollen head of my cock. I ran one of my hands into his hair, stroking softly.
He started by just taking the tip of my dick into his mouth, sucking softly, as if trying to coax more pre-cum from the head. I whimpered and he slid his moist lips futher down my shaft, before pulling back to the tip.
This was the rythym he set for me. Slowly taking a little bit more of me into his mouth with each dip of his head.
His lips were loose as he relaxed his throat with a trained movement, and sucked me down.
His pace began to increase when he comfortably pressed his lips to the skin around my dick.
I groaned loudly as his throat muscles rubbed me gently.
Without warning, he started bobbing his head at a rapid speed, slurping and sucking harshly. Pre-cum began pouring from my cock as he set out to undo me.
"Baby!" I cried, one hand grasping the back of his neck and holding the back of his head with the other. "Steve... oh God, baby... so good..."
I forced myself to be vocal, because the sooner I gave in to the intense sucking and allowed myself to get lost in the un-earthly feeling of being down his throat, I'd give in and come.
And by the feeling in my stomach, it's going to be a lot to swallow.
My balls began to tighten as my pleasure reached it's max. I gripped his hair, moaning continuously now, "Steve... yes, baby, yes!"
My head fell back and my eyes closed as my stomach warmed, I was past the point of no return. I was going to cum.
I wanted to tell him, to warn him, but I couldn't. I couldn't form the words, let alone say them.
He probably felt it before it happened though, he always tells me that I shudder right before it happens.
And a moment later, it does. I scream his name and shoot deep in his throat.
He pulls back slightly, sucking eagerly and swallowing quickly.
He moans and I whimper as he laps at my lagging erection a few moments later.
My legs are shaking as he stands and draws me into his arms. I lean against him and kiss his wet lips, tasting and feeling my cum smeared around his mouth and inside it.
I suck on his tongue, inviting it into my mouth and care for it.
Steve breaks away from me, and I look, tiredly and confused at him. I say nothing, but back him up until he's sitting on the bed.
I drop to my knees and place my hands on his thighs, with the intent of releasing him from his pent-up desire. But he grabs me under my arms and pulls me back up and onto the bed.
Before I know it, he's got me on my back, head on his pillow with him on top of me.
This is going to be a very good night.
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Steve's PoV
His hands are on my ass again, squeezing and rubbing my cheeks.
I'm beat for the moment, and I'm going to need some time to recover and get him hard again, before I can continue with the rest of my plans.
But Mike seems to have other ideas, as he reaches between us and brushes his fingers along my cock.
I can't help it as I grind down against him. I want to come, and I want to do it right now.
He kisses me softly and spreads his legs.
I groan into his mouth, he's offering to let me fuck him.
And as much as I'd love to be burried to the hilt inside his firm, hot ass, I refrain from starting to prepair him.
It would be so easy to just slide inside him and fuck him into the bed.
But I know that would be the end of the night, and I have so much more I want us to do.
Besides, I know he'll like what I have in store, much more than me just fucking him.
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Mike's PoV
I was a bit surprised when Steve didn't instantly stick his fingers in my ass.
Didn't he want to fuck me?
Didn't he want to be inside me, like I wanted to be inside him?
I didn't have a lot of time to allow myself to be afraid, because he was sucking three of my fingers into his mouth.
Okay, this was good too.
And I had no doubts left when I had all three fingers inside him, stretching him open for me.
My erection was back and throbbing against his. Every few movements of my hand made him buck his hips and rub our cocks together.
When he pulled my fingers from him, he took both of my hands in his and began kissing me. I left my hands abover my head when his left mine.
It took a second, but they were back and he was rubbing my wrists.
I didn't even think about it, I just let him touch me, and now he was grinding down on my cock. We thrust against each other for a few moments, and I was enjoying it so much that I failed to hear the two seperate clicks.
They registered after I tried to move my hands.
My head snapped up and I found that I was now secured to the bed by two different sets of hand cuffs.
He was looking at me, obviously waiting to see if I was going to protest.
Though I was a little surprised, I was also really turned on at the thought of Steve dominating me.
I leaned up slightly and he leaned down the rest of the way, kissing me soundly, "It's okay, baby." I told him, confirming that I didn't mind the cuffs.
He brushed his fingers through my hair, "If you get uncomfortable, I'll take them off." He assured me, a bit of fear in his eyes.
I nodded and lifted my hips slightly, letting him feel that I was still very very aroused.
He grinned and kissed me once more before he reached over to the night stand and pulled out a bottle of lube.
He covered his palm before scooting down my thighs and beginning to stroke my cock. I closed my eyes and let him coat my dick. After all, there was little I could do except lay there and enjoy it. So I did.
I was moaning slightly as he pumped me, and moaned a lot louder when he abandoned me.
I felt him move up my body and a hand took hold of my chin. I looked up at him, "Eyes open."
I nodded at him as he kissed me once more.
Steve situated himself on my groin, taking my erection in hand once again, he slid it between his legs and to his hole.
I didn't move, waiting for him to continue.
After a second of rubbing my dick around his entrance for the extra lube, he began to push down quickly.
A groan burst from my lips, but I kept my eyes open and focused on him.
He smiled tightly as he sat down on my lap, fully impailed on me. His head dropped forward slightly, his breathing heavy.
It was silent for a few moments, the only sound in the room was our heavy breathing.
When he finally looked back up at me, he rotated his hips in a small circle. His features tightened and he forced himself to continue the small movement.
Soon, he was moving around me with ease; grinding down on me, moving his hips in a full circle.
"Baby..." I groaned.
He lifited himself slowly, sliding just a tiny bit out of himself before dropping back down.
Steve continued this slow process of pulling up and sitting back down, using his strong thighs to make the moves.
His hands planted themselves on his thighs as he started moving with a lot more force.
I couldn't help it when my eyes closed. I concentrated on how hot he was inside and how easily my cock was sliding in and out of him.
He changed the angle, and I knew what he was trying to do. I thust my hips up slightly, trying to aid him.
And it must have worked because he cried out as the head of my cock pushed against his prostate.
He threw all restraint out the window and began riding me hard and fast.
I thrust my hips just slightly each time his now wet ass hit my hips. His breathing echoed in my ears as he panted and moaned with every move.
He bounced faster, moving his hands behind him to grab my thighs.
With his head thrown back, riding my slicked up cock, chest heaving, he looked like a beautiful virgin sacrifice.
Except he was no virgin, and he wasn't sacrificing anything. He let me have all he had in him.
My eyes traveled down his body to where I could see my erection sliding in and out of him.
If possible, he slammed himself down harder on me, making his cock jump even higher. I wanted to touch it. I could see the hot cum leaking out the head. I wanted to get it on my fingers so I could suck it off.
I wanted that hot flesh between my lips.
I wanted his cum in my mouth,
I moaned with him and tried to reach out to grasp his cock; but was quickly reminded that I was handcuffed to the bed.
"Baby," I moaned tugging at my restraints, "Baby, please... I want to touch you!" I pleaded.
His eyes opened and he moved his hands to my hips. For a second I thought he was going to quit fucking me. And I almost cried out for him not to stop.
But he didn't. He leaned forward, one hand grabbing for something on the night stand and the other pulling my ass up, "Fuck me." He grunted, kissing me hotly on the mouth.
I didn't have to be told twice. I spread my legs slightly to give myself some push and began pumping in to him.
He moaned, the arch of his back giving me freer access to his prostate.
Finally he reached over my head, fumbling at my right wrist.
I slowed to give him steadier hands.
"Don't stop!" He almost cried out, renewing his motions from before.
Not wanting to disappoint him, I continued with my hard thrusts, trying desperately to hold out. I wanted him to come before me. And I wanted to be the one milking it from him.
My hand suddenly came slack from the head board and I grabbed his ass, rubbing it as I tried my best to punish it with hard thrusts.
Steve moaned, on the verge of a scream, still trying to get my left hand free.
I pumped my hips up and down, keeping him on edge and trembling.
My fingers slid down his crack to where my dick was stuck inside him. I touched myself and ran my fingers up to the point where I disappeared inside him, massaging the lossened muscle.
Steve cried out, "Oh fuck... oh fuck! Shit, baby, stop... Stop!"
I thought he was trying to tell me he was about to come, so I quickly reached between us and grabbed for his cock.
But he stopped me, "Baby, I dropped the key..." He told me, trying to stop our movement.
A quick run through my thoughts and I decided that I didn't want to stop, "No, don't stop..." I told him, thrusting harder, "Keep going."
His eyes met mine, his body rocking up from the force of my thrusts. Steve's eyes were cloudded with lust as he kissed me.
He regained his control on the situation, sitting back up and riding my erection again.
I brough my knees up behind him and started thrusting for all I was worth. It had the desired effect I was hoping for as he groaned loudly.
"Close?" I panted.
He nodded, his eyes closed.
My dick was painfully hard, and the friction he was giving me was going to throw me over in the next few seconds.
So I grabbed his cock and pumped it fast, my fist tight.
It took only a moment before he screamed my name and brought himself down hard against my hips, and he was coming.
Warm cum rolled over my fingers and I slowed my thrusts, letting him get everything he could from this.
"Mike... oh Mike..." He panted, trying to thrust into my palm, but finding he couldn't because he was still impailed on my rock-hard dick.
His cum coated my stomach and hand, and as soon as his dick began to soften, I began thrusting into him again. Not holding anything back.
Steve cried out and blindly grabbed for me.
His ass muscles were clamped around my cock, making the friction absolutely unbearable. With one final thrust, I screamed his name and exploded inside him.
My cum was pouring out against his prostate, and I was pulling again, quick and hard, on his dick. Within moments, he was solid and I'm positive, painful.
But I love him, so I released him from it, moments later. Forcing another hot surge of cum from his cock.
He cried out loudly, head thrown back, sweaty and absolutely gorgeous. And all mine.
For a moment that will be forever suspended in my mind, Steve sat on me, panting softly, smooth chest heaving.
And finally, he collapsed against me. I wrapped my arm around him, the other one starting to go kind of numb.
I hated to move him but, "Steve, my arm..."
He laughed against my throat and slowly climbed off of me. He was gone for a second as he searched around for the missing key, before he stood and crawled back on top of me.
My arm came loose and I rubbed at my wrist where I now had a bright red mark.
He took my fingers in his and kissed my wrist, "I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked.
I shook my head and pulled him down for a kiss, "No. That was fucking incredible." He smiled and kissed me again as I caressed his back, "You're incredible."
He leaned back and kissed my nose, "I just hope you'll remember this the next time you're thinking that you're old."
I scrunched up my face, "I have not-"
"Yes you have." He was right. Steve leaned down close to me, brushing his fingers through my sweaty hair, "I love you so much, Steve. You're so amazing and I hate it when you're so down on yourself just because you're twelve years older than me. You're fucking hot."
I was silent a moment before I smiled, "So are you." I smacked his ass playfully, "I guess I just needed you to remind me of my youth." I concided. "Thank you."
It was his turn to grin before sliding his tongue between my lips.
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Mike's PoV
Mission accomplished.