Page 25 of Geoffrey the Very Strange
Not surprisingly, Geoffrey was a quick learner, and he pressed in slowly. A little too slowly after the first inch for Aspic. He hooked his legs behind Geoffrey's ass and encouraged him to slide in faster. Geoffrey panted hard and rested his head on Aspic's shoulder while Aspic stroked Geoffrey's ass with the soft brush at the end of his tail.
"Does that feel good?" Aspic whispered.
Geoffrey let out a strangled laugh. "A little too good."
"Take your time. When you're ready." Aspic ran his hand up and down Geoffrey's back in long, soothing strokes.
"All right. What if I come too soon?"
"There's no too soon. I promise. Just do what feels good."
While he meant it, Aspic's body was aching for more, and he couldn't tamp down the moan of sheer joy when Geoffrey started moving again. A little jerky at first, but Aspic moved his legs farther up and hooked them behind Geoffrey's back, rolling his hips to encourage a smoother rhythm. Once he had it, Geoffrey held that rhythm, eyes squeezed shut, tendons in his neck standing out as he struggled valiantly to hold on. And, oh, he felt so good—just big enough for a hint of burn and a solid tap to the pleasure spot deep inside with every stroke.
Aspic took the hand not serving as Geoffrey's main support and guided it to his own straining erection, wrapping Geoffrey's fingers around it. Geoffrey grasped the idea quickly and soon pumped Aspic's cock in time with his thrusts. With no more need to play instructor, Aspic flung his arms wide, digging his claws into the Irish moss beneath him, arching his back and letting that wonderful pressure build. His little grunts became cries of pleasure as he writhed under Geoffrey, the ache rising to a momentary torment before he tumbled over the edge, shooting all over Geoffrey's hand and both their chests.
A surprised shout came from Geoffrey as his thrusts came hard and uneven, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head as he came. He collapsed on top of Aspic with a long moan and, unlike with other, heavier lovers, Aspic didn't mind at all. He hugged Geoffrey to him and kissed his hair, now in not quite as neat a braid.
Next time, he'd undo that braid first and let Geoffrey's mane of black hair surround them both.
"Was that—?"
"It was wonderful." Aspic gave him a tight squeeze. "Just wonderful."
Geoffrey let out a contented sigh and nuzzled Aspic's throat. "Me, too. I mean,forme too. Not that I think I'm wonderful."
"I knew just what you meant." Aspic stole one last kiss before he sat them up. "I'd love to stay in this enchanted place with you all night. But I have to work in the morning, and I can't go in smelling like sex and looking like I slept on the ground.That is, Icould, but it would probably be a terrible idea."
"Would you come see me tomorrow after work? At the laboratory?" Geoffrey's eyes were huge again, searching Aspic's face as if he expected the answer to beno.
Aspic leaned their heads together. "I'll come. Someone has to make sure you're eating."
When Geoffrey smiled, his face transformed, open and earnest, and Aspic had to get up and get dressed or he would have been tempted to do exactly what he said he wouldn't. Between strange encounters and confessions, he wasn't certain when it had happened. But he had fallen so hard he was surprised he hadn't broken anything.
8
Disastrous Uses of The Fine Art of Death
"Someone's pleased with himself today."
Geoffrey stopped humming and turned to find Cecil sitting on the shell containers. "I'm happy. I can have a happy morning."
"It's a nice change, boss. But a guardian has to wonder why."
"Not even slightly your business." A few minutes sorting through his charts later, he mentioned, as casually as possible, "Aspic will be stopping by this evening."
"Boss!" Cecil was suddenly in front of him, shadows fluttering around his hands as he waved them excitedly. "You unscrewed things?"
Geoffrey choked on a laugh. "Your choice of words makes that hard to answer."
"My, my. The things a person misses guarding the lair." Cecil grinned and punched Geoffrey in the arm. The sentiment was there if the impact was minimal. "Good for you."
"Thank you for not making fun, Cecil."
"Aw, hells. You're so cute basking in the glow. I'll make fun later when you deserve it."
Basking? Perhaps he was. He had a lot of glow in which to bask. So polite and deferential usually, Aspic had taken such firm charge. Still polite. Still sweet. But Geoffrey had come to the obvious conclusion when he'd woken in the middle of the night that Aspic had done it forhim. Geoffrey had been so nervous he'd been in danger of falling apart, and Aspic understood the need without making an issue of it and held Geoffrey together every step of the way.
Somuch better than his first time several years before, even without the humiliation afterward. It wasn't as if he'd never wanted to try again, but he'd never been interested since then in anyone until Aspic. Wonderful. Just wonderful.
