Time Well Spent

By Silk

"Mmm...that better be you, Pete," James said affectionately, his fingers grasping several strands of his lover's long, black hair.

Smoke's head came up abruptly. "And who else would be sucking your cock, Jamie?"

James grinned, but Smoke didn't smile back. If he didn't know better, he would swear that Smoke was genuinely angry.

"I'm waiting."

If it hadn't been for Smoke being barefoot, James would have been convinced that he was tapping his foot. "I'm thinking."

"If you have to think about it that long, you're in deep trouble."

A tilt of his head set the silken curtain that was Smoke's hair to swinging. "You're really mad."

Smoke's nostrils flared. "I'm not just mad." In one graceful motion, Smoke stood up, completely un-self-conscious about his nakedness. "I'm not going back on my knees till you apologize."

"For what, Pete?"

"For thinking I could be someone else."

"You're not bloody serious."

"Call me when you learn some manners," Smoke snapped. He stalked into the bathroom, leaving James with an ache in his groin and a pain in his heart.

James heard the shower start and sighed. Smoke was going to take a good, long shower. Without him. He didn't need to spend his time thinking up new ways to punish James. It was surprisingly easy. All Smoke had to do was withdraw his attention. It didn't matter if it was physical or emotional; either was effective. But it usually ended up being both, because one led to the other, just as surely as night followed day.

He pushed himself out of the chair and stood on unsteady legs. Fighting with Smoke was his least favorite thing. But more than that, it scared him. It made him think of things like losing him, whether to death or to another lover hardly mattered. He didn't think he could live without Smoke anymore. He wasn't sure he liked being that dependent on anyone.

Suddenly all that fear turned to anger. Smoke had no right to treat him like this.

His fingers trailing along the inside edge of the bathroom door, James opened it quietly. The noise of the water hid James better than he could have hoped. Bit by bit, he crept closer to the shower door.

Grasping the handle, he yanked the shower door open, letting a huge cloud of steam escape. Smoke turned, his eyes widening in astonishment as the hot water continued to beat down upon his slender but muscular frame. "Jamie!"

"You think your feelings got hurt, Pete? Well, you ain't seen nothing yet, mate. You wait till I'm through with you," he vowed.

Smoke raised an eyebrow at that. "You want to beat me up, Jamie? I thought you were better than that."

"I am. I don't want to hurt you, Pete, but I have every intention of making you pay."

"How?"

James grabbed Smoke by the shoulders and pulled him bodily out of the shower. "Heyyy!"

He reached in to turn off the shower, whirling around just in time to see Smoke vanish into the bedroom. James ran after him, catching up with Smoke before he could open the closet door. "I'm just getting some clothes, Jamie."

"You won't need 'em."

"What are you going to do, Jamie? Tie me up?"

"The thought did cross my mind, Pete. But no...I just want to show you that I know exactly who you are and what you want."

"That's what you think."

"That's what I know. I know you, Pete. You've been topping since the first time we were together. But you never bottom. I used to think it was just the way you liked sex, but now I know different."

"You don't know what the hell you're talking about, Jamie! Fuck you!"

"Oh, no, Pete. *I'm* going to fuck *you*."

"You wouldn't dare."

James leaned close and pressed home his advantage. Smoke was taller, but he was lean. James didn't have height on his side, but he significantly outweighed Smoke. "You think our usual make-up sex is good? Well, wait till you feel my hot cock up your ass, Pretty Boy."

If he expected Smoke to fold like a card table, he was sadly mistaken. Far from wounded, Smoke had an expectant gleam in his blue-gray eyes. His mouth parted as he licked his lips, and for a moment, James was convinced that Smoke meant to kiss him.

But he didn't.

Instead he issued a challenge. "No one's ever taken me yet, Jamie. What makes you think you're the one?"

James glared mutinously, annoyed for letting himself get sidetracked by the voluptuousness of his lover's mouth. His answer was a long time coming, but not because he didn't know what he wanted to say. It was just that sometimes he had a hard time admitting the most obvious of truths.

"Cause you've never loved anyone else the way you love me. Cause you've never trusted anyone else the way you trust me." James couldn't wait any longer. The ache between his legs was growing exponentially, and all he wanted to do was to bury himself deep within Smoke's body. His voice barely a whisper, he said, "Cause you've never needed anyone else the way you need me."

Smoke's clear-eyed gaze fell to James' mouth. "Please...."

James kissed him, tenderly at first, and with the best of intentions, but his hunger ran away with him. Deepening the kiss, he ravished Smoke's mouth until it was hopelessly reddened and swollen. "Oh, God," James groaned, his breath mingling with his lover's.

He shoved him up against the closet door, his mouth sealed to Smoke's. His hands slid down Smoke's back until they cupped his ass. He ran a finger up and down the cleft of his buttocks, delighted to feel Smoke shiver in his arms.

Smoke hummed low in his throat, a sound that was almost a purr, and James captured it with his lips, fastening to a place on his lover's neck with a vengeance. "I want you," he moaned.

"You 'ave me," Smoke answered.

Excitement exploded behind James' eyes like a starburst in a fireworks display. "I want to come inside you," he whispered hoarsely.

Smoke nipped at James' lower lip and jiggled restlessly on the balls of his feet.

James broke away from Smoke for a second, staring intently into his lover's eyes as if searching for something. Smoke softly smiled before he bit James on the chin. "Fuck me," he whispered.

*****

Somehow they made it to the bed, mouths and arms and legs and cocks entwined. Smoke rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in his pillow. James fell upon him like a wild animal voraciously devouring the last meal it would ever have. Stretching was perfunctory at best, and copious amounts of lube compensated for what their bodies couldn't seem to accomplish quickly enough.

James entered Smoke with a fierce cry. He tried to give Smoke time to adjust to the unfamiliar thickness inside him, but Smoke was just as impatient to come. He feverishly humped the mattress, deliberately backing into James, to gain even deeper penetration. James reached a hand around his lover's cock, which was already slick and wet with pre-come, and pumped furiously.

Smoke reached out with both hands for the brass bed frame and held himself fast. James pounded away at him, hard enough to cause the bed to thump and thud against the wall. When he could feel his climax starting to curl his toes, James joined his hands with Smoke's, intertwining their fingers.

James came so hard, he saw stars. He slowed the pace of his strokes and aimed directly for Smoke's prostate. Smoke let out a groan so deeply sensual, it was enough to make James' already-sated cock twitch. He collapsed atop his lover, his dick softening inside of him, and kissed the back of Smoke's neck.

"I love you, Pete," he fervently whispered. "I love you so much."

"Mmm...I think you broke something, Jamie."

"What?" With an anxious noise, James withdrew and pulled his lover into a tight embrace. "Are you okay? Pete? Pete! Say something, baby."

"Mmm..." Smoke groaned again, stretching like a cat. "I'm not going to be able to sit down for a week."

James hid his face in his lover's hair. "I'm sorry, Pete."

Smoke chuckled. "Sorry? What I want to know is...what took you so long?"

End