Make a Wish

By Silk

“Do you remember what it was like the first time we came here?”

The Wishing Bridge looked every bit as magical as it did years ago. Though it was cleverly disguised as a plain wooden bridge, repainted white so many times they had lost count, it had taken on something of a legend. It was rumored that the bridge, which spanned barely thirty feet across, held something special for lovers. Rumor or not, it was certainly true for Sey and Declan.

Sey rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked deeply into Declan’s silver-grey eyes. “You didn’t answer me.”

Declan’s lips parted as if to speak, but no sound came forth. Eventually, after Sey poked him in the chest impatiently, Declan managed a word or two. “I’m…remembering.”

“You got sunburned,” Sey prompted.

Declan snorted. “I got sun poisoning, you mean. God, I was sick.”

“Well, that’s what you get for taking all your clothes off in the middle of a bright summer’s day.”

“I don’t recall you complaining about me getting naked,” Declan reminded him.

“I was just—um, being polite.” Sey couldn’t keep a straight face and burst into a fit of giggles.

“You were the soul of kindness then. Etiquette books should be dedicated to you. In fact—“

“Enough already! I wasn’t being altruistic! I wanted to get laid.”

“You wanted to get *fucked*, you mean.”

Sey gasped, but not with outrage. He missed this, this verbal foreplay they used to indulge in. Coming on the heels of such a long dry spell, it set fire to his body like matches to tinder. “You used to make me so *hot*.”

“Used to? What do I do now? Put you to sleep?”

“Mmm, that’s relaxing, too.”

“Putting you to sleep?”

“The *way* you put me to sleep, Dec.”

Sey didn’t know it, but his voice was getting lower and deeper. It made Declan shiver with wanting him. “Can I have you out here?” Declan whispered.

“On the bridge?”

“Aye.”

“Mmm,” Sey rolled onto his back and pushed both hands through his long brown hair. “You can have me anywhere, Dec.”

That was all the invitation Declan needed.

With the speed of long practice, Declan stripped the clothes from his lover’s body, leaving him naked and yielding under his expert touch. Declan licked first one nipple, then the other, until both stood at rigid attention from his ministrations. Sey watched him move down the length of his body and sighed helplessly. The sight of those long red curls draped over his abdomen made him shudder with anticipation. “I love your hair,” he whispered, plunging his fingers into the silky strands to hold him fast.

Declan looked up, his eyes gleaming the color of molten silver, his lips wet. “I love all of you.”

With an exultant cry, he returned to his task, drawing Sey’s hardened length into his mouth. His hair a veritable riot of color falling regularly into his face, Declan worked his tongue back and forth, feeling Sey’s quickening response. Sey’s hands moved more and more restlessly through his hair, his hips involuntarily thrusting upwards, and Declan took him deeper into his mouth.

Sey’s wordless groans grew in intensity, his fingers now hopelessly tangled in Declan’s hair. His eyes squeezed shut, he could no longer see Declan, but he felt him surrounding him, engulfing him, becoming part of him.

“Oh, I’m-I’m….”

“Yes, baby, yes! Come for me!”

Suddenly Sey’s body arched, seized by the most delicious contractions, and he poured himself into that most willing vessel, his beloved’s mouth. Over the next few seconds, it was as if time were suspended. When Sey could move again, it was to draw a shaky breath. “Oh, my God. Every time you do that, it feels like I’m…I dunno…coming apart.”

Sey smiled, his dark eyes still closed, the smile spreading infectiously like the satisfaction that spilled throughout him. “And then, like the magician you are, you put me right back together again.”

Still clothed, Declan straddled his lover, his own rigid erection straining against the material of his jeans. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside, revealing his bare chest.

He leaned over and gently kissed Sey on the mouth. Sey opened for him, drawing him inside, and in moments, their tongues were intertwined, as if they were performing an intricate dance of love. As he broke away, Declan rubbed his cheek against his lover’s lips, somehow managing to turn nuzzling into an erotic act.

Breathless with need, Declan panted. “Every time I take you, I love you more.”

Sey smiled, the all-powerful smile of one who knows true safety and security in his lover’s arms. “Every time I give myself to you, I love you more.”

Declan visibly reacted, as though the words struck a direct hit upon his heart, and he grabbed Sey’s palm and held it to his cheek. “Acushla…” he whispered brokenly.

“I know.”

End