Chris' breathing was heavy in his ear, making Jiri tremble beneath him. The hand in the front of his pajama pants was stroking him harshly. They weren't kissing, they were clutching, groping and panting far to much to bother with it.

It had never been like this before. Ever since they had gotten together, a little over three months ago, Chris had been very careful with him. He was un-characteristically gentle and tender; never pushing too hard, watching carefully for any signs of discontent during their interludes, and always asking if he was all right. But not now. This was the most intense Chris had ever been. Their pace was frantic and desperate. Their victory over the Predators was fueling the fire behind their actions.

Chris pulled back and Jiri cried out in protest. Chris ignored him and grabbed the waist of his pants, tugging them down past his knees. "Chris," Jiri finally breathed as a quick trail of kisses was pressed down his torso.

His hands tangled in the mess of black hair atop his head as Chris nipped his way down the thin line of hair leading down between his legs. Dragging his tongue around the base of his shaft with obsenely slow movements forced Jiri to arch his back, screwing his eyes shut. But Chris thrived on being in control and would not be persuaded; even as Jiri whimpered and pulled his head down.

He continued to lap slowly at the root of Jiri's straining erection, wanting to hear his name. He was overcome with the absolute need of having Jiri cry out. Slower and harder he licked, until he was almost not moving at all.

Finally, when he could bear it no longer, Jiri's control broke. With tears in his eyes he cried loudly, "Chris! Please Chris! I... I can't..."

The frustration in his voice and the sheer need of his plea almost caused Chris to lose himself. But it also had the desired effect Jiri was hoping for. With a moan, Chris complied and swallowed Jiri's cock whole. A cry of absolute desire was ripped from Jiri's throat.

Tightning his fingers in Chris' hair, he thrust his hips toward his face; forcing himself impossibly further down his lover's throat. Hands took a firm grip on his thighs and held them down to the bed. Chris was in complete control and he knew it. Jiri groaned at the thought of being so entirely dominated.

He wanted Chris.

He needed Chris to make him come. He needed to feel Chris' hard cock moving inside him. And more importantly, he needed it now.

With a gasp, he cried out Chris' name again as he bit down gently on his straining erection. Biting back his release, he grabbed Chris' shoulder with one hand and cried out loudly; tears leaking out from under his eyelids.

When Chris began lightly touching his balls, he could no longer hold back. Breaking his hips free from Chris' hands, he thrust upwards as his climax claimed him. Chris swallowed expertly as jets of hot cum hit the back of his throat. He closed his eyes and relished the whimpers and cries pouring from his protégé's mouth.

As Jiri lay back panting, Chris licked his lips clean. Moving up his body, Chris hungrily devoured Jiri's lips with his, rubbing his swollen cock against Jiri's thigh. Had it been anyone else, he would have absolutely hated the fact that he was practically dry-humping his partner's leg.

But it wasn't someone else. It was Jiri. Jiri who had caused this incredible aching between his legs. And he was loving every moment of it.

Pulling his tongue from Jiri's mouth he breathed heavily, "Roll over."

His eyes's widened a bit, Chris had never taken him from behind before. But he did as he was told and moved onto his stomach. Already well on his way to another erection; his rapidly hardening cock pressing against his stomach.

Chris' hands spread his legs as he moved partially over Jiri's back. After a moment of tense silence, he felt Chris pushing a wet finger against his opening. Hot with desire and completely hard once again, he parted his thighs even more and moaned as Chris' finger slid in to him.

Pumping it back and forth, Chris stuck a second finger in along side his other one. Gently, he sisscored them. He wanted Jiri to be nice and stretched before he took him. Though he was practically drunk with his lust by now, he was still one hundred percent aware of the fact that this was going to be the first time they had ever used this position before. And even though he was panting and moaning now, when Chris began to enter him, Jiri was probably going to be nervous.

"Now Chris." Jiri groaned thickly.

He was surprised to say the least, "You're not ready." Chris murmered. He could still feel a decent amount of resistance from Jiri's body and knew that his intrustion wouldn't be entirely welcome yet.

Jiri thrust his hips, taking as much of Chris' fingers in him as he could, "Please. Now, Chris... I need you."

A quiet whimper escaped his lips as Jiri voiced his plea. How could he deny that? Removing his fingers, he kneeled between Jiri's thighs. Taking himself in one hand and Jiri's hand in the other, he pushed forward. And just as he suspected, Jiri was suddenly a lot less energetic.

"You... okay?" Chris panted, moving as slow as he could. Which was incredibly hard. Jiri's flesh contracted around him, still spasming from his invasion; squeezing him in the most wonderful way.

Jiri nodded into his pillow, not saying anything. He was probably afraid that his voice would betray him. Going impossibly slower, Chris tightened his finger's around Jiri's, "Jiri..." He moaned, as he slid in to the hilt. He waited. Chris had never pushed Jiri before, and he didn't intend to start now. Jiri was a reserved lover. He liked it when Chris spoke to him, whispering how good he felt. He loved to have Chris' hand wrapped around him while they were moving together. He was new to this game, and Chris was more than willing to slow it down for him.

"Ready?" Chris asked, throatily, as he lowered himself down onto his elbows.

Jiri moaned as Chris' chest pressed against his back, "Yes."

Slowly, Chris pulled back and pushed forward. Jiri gasped, and pinched his eyes shut. He wasn't used to this, but he was sure that he would be in a matter of moments.

Chris could tell that Jiri was uncomfortable. Starting to think that he had pushed him into trying this position too soon, he came to a hault, "Do you... want me to... stop?" He whispered.

Opening his eyes, Jiri did his best to look back at him, "No, continue... please."

Placing one hand under Jiri's arm, on the bed, he tightened his fingers around Jiri's and began to thrust again. After a few aquward moments, they fell into a steady rythem. Soon, Jiri was moaning loudly as Chris continued to push himself hard and fast. "So tight... you're so tight Jiri." Chris groaned into his ear.

Jiri whimpered. Chris was touching places inside him that he had never reached before. He was so deep. It should have felt wrong. But it didn't. It felt so good. "Chris..." Jiri moaned as he shifted his weight, as much as he could with Chris still pumping away inside of him, to one hip.

Chris quickly took the hint and shoved his hand down between Jiri and the bed, grasping his throbbing erection, "I love you..." Chris gasped in his ear, "I love you so much."

Jiri cried out something in Czech, that had his name mixed in with it. He continued to moan in his native language, no longer able to make the effort of translating his speech. But Chris was able to disern three words before the pressure behind his cock became too much, "Love you, Chris."

Thrusting one last time, hard, he came. A loud cry was torn from his throat as he shot deep inside Jiri.

Giving one last squeeze to Jiri's erection, he too cried out and covered Chris' hand with his hot cum. Just the thought of Jiri coming all over his hand was enough to force another load of cum from his cock. He bit down on Jiri's shoulder as another orgasm swept over him. He'd never come twice like this before, and it was the most incredible feeling of his life.

Spurting his seed inside Jiri's tight ass, holding his hand, licking at his neck... he would never tire of this feeling.

With one last moan, he stilled. Gently, he pulled out and rolled off of Jiri. Facing him, he took Jiri's hand again. Brushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes, Chris watched as he panted, eyes closed.

Chris pulled himself closer and pressed his lips to Jiri's, "I love you." He whispered when they parted.

Tired eyes met his, a smile playing at his mouth, "I love you too." He whispered back.

Chris enfolded his defensive partner in the strong lock of his arms, pressing another kiss to Jiri's forehead. Soon after, Jiri's soft snore's sounded. But Chris wasn't about to go to sleep. He was content just holding Jiri. He really did love this kid. And he would never tire of being with him.