Sex & Mayhem 01 Road of No Return (21 page)

Stitch raised his arms and cupped Zak’s head. “But do you want to be mine?”

Zak’s mouth stretched against his. “You know I do, you greedy pup.”

Stitch grinned and lapped at Zak’s face. “Woof.”

Stitch had no idea how much time they’d spent in the bathroom, but it was as if all his worries went down the drain along with the dirty water. Zak massaged his whole body with soap, and while he had done that before, it felt different this time, much more intimate, gentler. Like having all the pain and humiliation of the day washed off him with the blood and dirt. Even after Zak was done washing himself, they lay together in the cooling water, exchanging chaste kisses, which Stitch knew were just the silence before the storm.

Stitch still wasn’t sure how it would play out, but there was no denying that his imagination suggested all sorts of images of how it would be to bottom for Zak. ‘Bottom’, the nice gay word for ‘getting fucked’. None of his friends would call taking it up the ass ‘bottoming’, but to Zak it seemed to come naturally. With the window broken, and sheets stained with the stench of Cox, Zak walked over to the bedroom to get the necessary supplies. He led Stitch to a room on the other side of the house, much smaller and less pink than the master bedroom. It had cream-colored walls and housed a queen-sized bed, covered with yellow bedding with a pink flower print. It was so unlike Zak it hurt, but having dated women for such a long time, Stitch wasn’t bothered by it.

Zak left the lube and condoms next to the bedside lamp, and walked over to the window to close the curtains. Even taking a glance at the lube had Stitch hitching a breath. It was like a promise that he’d be the bitch tonight. He swallowed and wrapped his hands at the back of his head, unable to relieve the tension. The stress that Zak had untangled in the bath now crept back into Stitch’s stomach in a completely new form. He hoped this change in bed arrangements wouldn’t muddle things between them. One thing he was sure of—he was not gonna chicken out.

Zak turned around to face Stitch, unusually quiet. His naked body was dark and mysterious in the sparse light of the bedside lamp. He circled the bed in slow, languid moves, reminding Stitch of the demon cat Zak had tattooed on his chest. With his wet hair down and falling into his face, he looked like a nightmare. A hot one, like a nightmare and a wet dream all at once. Stitch licked his lips, trying to comprehend that he was about to freely give something guys in the club mocked as the worst humiliation one could get in prison. Did this make Stitch a ‘virgin’? The thought made him uneasy.

Zak’s hands on him felt different this time. Still warm, still gentle, but somehow they seemed like a threat to who Stitch was. Zak pulled back the duvet and climbed on the mattress first, smiling at Stitch in invitation. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” It turned out more raspy than he wished it would. Stitch slid next to Zak, really feeling like a virgin bride, all scrubbed and in the fresh bedding. Was he supposed to be just passive now? Wait for Zak’s move? It wasn’t what Zak did when he bottomed, but Stitch couldn’t just spread his legs for a guy. He couldn’t.

The moment Stitch settled on the bed, Zak slid his arm under his nape and pulled him close, cradling him in the warm embrace of his inked arms. “What are you thinking about?” he whispered, moving his hand down Stitch’s side. It pulled on his ribs, sliding lower and lower, all the way to Stitch’s hip. In return, Stitch stroked Zak’s arm, out of his depth and gasping for air.

“I think…” He looked into Zak’s eyes, clear and blue even in the sparse light. “I think I wanna do it bare.” If he was gonna do it, he wasn’t gonna half-ass it. He wanted to go all the way, to let Zak in. Stitch’s body felt hot and cold at the same time, like there was a constant power struggle in him between running for the hills and giving in.

Zak blinked and gently pulled on his hair, staring straight into Stitch’s eyes as they lay in the clean, somewhat stiff sheets. His breath quickened, and Stitch would swear Zak’s pupils dilated, consuming the blue of his irises. “Okay,” he eventually said and stroked his fingers through Stitch’s wet hair. He leaned closer, and his hand slid from Stitch’s hip, stroking the line where his thighs met.

Stitch really needed to get a grip on himself and stop tensing up or this would end up more painful than it needed to be. He swallowed and forced his muscles to move, parting his thighs. It felt like jarring open the jaws of a dead alligator. Stitch pulled closer and kissed Zak’s neck. Maybe focusing on Zak’s body would help him relax? His hands explored Zak’s side and back, learning each muscle by heart. Since he could remember, he was drawn to the masculine shape, and Zak was just like he liked it: toned but not too buff, tall, taller even than Stitch, with large palms and long fingers.

The warm digits were now teasing the inner side of his thighs, fingertips massaging the flesh while the knuckles dug into Stitch’s other thigh. Smooth lips trailed all over Stitch’s shoulders and neck, pressing tiny, sensuous kisses to his tense skin. It was pleasant, and he could imagine he’d be mad with lust if it weren’t for the fact that he knew how this night would end for him. This knowledge was always in the background, ready to kick him in the balls.

Zak bit into Stitch’s ear. “I’ve never met a guy as hot as you.”

Stitch chuckled and wrapped his arms around Zak's chest. “Tell me more.” He rubbed his cheek against Zak’s, feeling as if the soft mattress was swallowing him into a whole new world where he hadn’t lost ten grand and where he and Zak could fuck without fear.

Zak drew in a sharp breath against his cheek, triggering explosions of sensation all the way down Stitch’s back. “You’re so incredibly intense. When you look at me, I know I can trust you. This never happened before,” he whispered, and his hand rapidly climbed higher between Stitch’s thighs, pressing against Stitch’s balls.

Stitch groaned in pleasure. That he knew, so he leaned into the touch. His own fingers slid down Zak’s back, exploring every ridge of his lover’s spine. He also had never felt so obsessed with anyone. The sex with girls was incomparable. It was nice to be touched, but the softness of their skin, the breasts, the pussies… it didn’t do it for Stitch like Zak’s body, his ass, even the cock he would willingly let in tonight.

Zak pulled him closer, opening up Stitch’s lips with his tongue and kissing him so deep that Stitch shook with the sensation. Those long fingers squeezed around his scrotum only to trail higher, stroking the length of Stitch’s cock in the same lazy but confident way he already knew so well. Letting his hands trail to Zak’s ass was like a well-known, but exciting routine. Stitch loved those inked buttocks so much, he would pay to have a photo of those framed and put on his ceiling so they could be the first thing he saw when he woke up.

His only slightly stiffened cock was now waking to life as Zak stroked it.

The small balls of Zak’s piercing teased Stitch’s lip even as he was withdrawing to look Stitch in the eyes. “You know what I want to do today? Slide into the hottest ass I have ever seen.” He leaned down, nuzzling Stitch’s ear. “I will cream you with all I’ve got. You have no idea how long I have been thinking about this,” he uttered in this hot, raspy voice, squeezing Stitch’s cock tight.

Stitch could hardly breathe, but only held on tighter to Zak’s ass. So maybe the no condom thing wasn’t playing out the way he imagined it, with him on top, but the idea of having their sweaty bodies together, and come spurting freely, got his balls to tighten. Feeling Zak’s cock, hot and throbbing against his thigh, was getting Stitch more into the mood. A sense of pride and vanity did push to the surface when he heard such good things about himself. That it was him who was the prize. He was sure his nerves would ease after they did it for the first time. He was a fucking Hound, there was no way he would be scared like a Catholic school girl on the night she gets her cherry popped.

And as if responding to his thoughts, Zak flipped Stitch to his back and slid between his thighs, grinding their hips together as he rushed forward, nipping on Stitch’s wide-open lips. “And you know what that means, baby?” whispered Zak, grunting with each push of his cock against Stitch’s balls. His hand squeezed over Stitch’s nape, gently pulling on it. “I’m gonna let you do me too, all bare and sweaty. You’d like that, huh? Empty your balls down my tight asshole?”

Stitch’s lips parted, and he opened his eyes. The idea went straight from his brain to the tip of his cock. He arched against Zak and groaned, spreading his legs for a better fit. “Oh, fuck yes,” he hissed and bit on Zak’s bottom lip. “You’ll be dripping with my spunk.”

Zak grinned at him and made a circle with his hips, bringing their cocks together. The metal of his nipple piercings kept brushing over Stitch’s skin like cold fire. “Fuck the rules, yeah?” he whispered, descending down Stitch’s chest. He was trailing wet, openmouthed kisses all over the hypersensitive skin, closer and closer to Stitch’s cock.

Wasn’t that the way of the outlaw after all? Why the fuck should Stitch be constrained by rules? Wasn’t lack of them what he loved about the biker lifestyle in the first place? Some arrangements made sense: don’t rat, have your brothers’ back, don’t mess with another guy’s bike, but cocksucking, ass-fucking? Why the fuck would anyone in the MC care whom he fucked? Because someone believed it’s disgusting? Hell, he thought Freddy puking all over the pool table was disgusting, and no one kicked
him
out.

“Fuck the rules.” Stitch bit his lip, looking down and already awaiting those skilled lips.

Zak, shameless as he was, grinned at him from between Stitch’s legs and descended on his hard cock like a hungry panther. The raw need on that handsome face made Stitch’s cock bob over his stomach, which in turn got Zak to open his eyes wider. “He needs some love,” he whispered, sucking on the base of the cock.

“Oh, yes… he does,” Stitch groaned and arched up his hips. He was proud that after three months of intense fucking, he wasn’t coming within two minutes of sucking anymore. They could extend their sessions and explore. But this time, he just wanted to lie back and feel that sweet, warm mouth opening up to him, the spongy surface of the tongue arching beneath his shaft as it slid farther into Zak’s throat. A moment of pure bliss turned even better when Zak pulled back, holding Stitch’s dick up and sucking on the head, flicking his tongue over the sensitive flesh just beneath the cockhead. Even the long fingers sliding over the skin of Stitch’s ass couldn’t distract him.

“That feels so good, Zak.” Stitch relaxed into the touch as more blood pumped down his body, getting his dick rock hard in that delicious mouth. He loved how the lip piercing ran along the sensitive skin on his penis, giving Zak’s blow jobs that edge.

Zak hummed around his cock, vibrating like the bike, but his finger slowly moved in between Stitch’s buttocks, pushing the flesh apart as it went for its goal.

“Wait,” Stitch grabbed Zak’s hair for lack of better idea what to do.

Zak groaned but pulled away, letting the cock slip out of his mouth with a loud slurp. “Hn?” he muttered, biting his reddened lip.

“I’ll turn around, yeah?” Stitch just couldn’t bear being watched, too afraid everything he was feeling would surface to his face like dead fish after a dynamite blast on the bayou.

Zak sighed and turned his face to kiss Stitch’s thigh. “If that’s what you want.” He slowly pulled himself up and reached for one of the pillows, his hands never leaving Stitch’s skin. “I will make it good for you, I promise.”

“I just… don’t know how it
should
feel, so I’ll go with the flow.” All Stitch knew was that when he fucked Zak, Zak whimpered, writhed, and sometimes came from just that. It had to be some kind of good. He turned around, never before feeling this self-conscious about showing his ass to a guy.

Zak was right next to him, pushing the thick pillow under Stitch’s hips. He was breathing hard but behaved like a real gentleman, not rushing Stitch in any way. He leaned in, kissing him softly. “It’s probably gonna hurt in the beginning, but I think you already know that,” he whispered, putting an arm over Stitch’s back.

Stitch took a deep breath and nodded, taking another pillow and hugging it to his chest, his back feeling scrutinized. Then again, he was proud to be a Hound of Valhalla and imagined the tattoo on his back would provide a nice view for Zak. Stitch’s cock pulsed in a steady rhythm, trapped between his stomach and the soft pillow.

He felt the mattress shift behind him, and when Zak’s hands gently pushed on his inner thighs, he spread them without a word. Zak’s fingers trailed up and down his back, all the way to the back of Stitch’s thighs, but eventually rested on his tense buttocks. The silence in the room was complete until Zak made a low, shuddery rasp. “I’m so fucking horny right now.”

Stitch flexed his back muscles in an attempt to look more impressive. His thighs were getting sweaty, but he still said, “I’m ready. Go on.” He was actually looking forward to feel Zak’s firm body on his back, the nipple rings teasing his skin, but what came next was the wet softness of Zak’s tongue sliding all the way along his crack and then back. His body was in a strange place between relaxation and sudden tension as his stomach burned with numb need.

Stitch opened his eyes wider and looked over his shoulder, even though Zak’s face was buried between his asscheeks. “Y-you sure?” he uttered, but it was just a courtesy question. All the nerves down between his buttocks yearned for more attention from that hot, slippery muscle. He parted his thighs more. He never expected this to feel so... good, but his hole was opening up to the soft invasion.