Page 75 of From the Noblest Motives
"I suppose that's fair." Shudder leaned in to Damien's touch, trying to keep his brain running despite all the wonderful, electric sensations zipping through him. "Pain is not my friend, though I think you've figured that. A bit of erotic spanking is nice sometimes, but nothing beyond that. I like mouths and hands and thighs. Frotting, cuddling, kissing, fucking and being fucked. A nice, leisurely sixty-nine. Or a three sixty." He stopped and drew a breath, hoping he wasn't rambling. "Not necessarily all at the same time or in that order."
One corner of Damien's mouth had ticked up. "A three sixty?"
"The triangle we did. Since the angles add up to… Oh. I got that wrong, didn't I?" Shudder sighed. "A one eighty. Stay in school, kids."
"Second try counts." The corners of Damien's eyes had crinkled, the most-evident smile Shudder had seen from him.Yes! I did that. "What would you liketoday?"
"Today," Shudder whispered in a conspiratorial fashion, "I'd very much like to be fucked."
Behind him, Blaze sucked in a breath. "Shuds… we don't want to hurt you."
"I trust you." Shudder leaned his head back against Blaze's shoulder. "More than anyone, I trust the two of you."
"After all the shit you put us through? I'd fucking hope so."
But the words were oddly tender rather than angry, and Shudder turned his head to place a sucking kiss at the base of Blaze's jaw. The moan he received was half growl as Blaze swept him up and carried him to the bed. Another time, he probably would've tossed Shudder and let him bounce. Now, Blaze set him down gently and sat on the edge of the bed to unlace his boots.
Damien had toed off his own boots and set them neatly against the wall, his gaze thoughtful as he took everything in.
When Blaze stood to undo his fly, Damien closed a hand around his wrist. "Not yet. Not quite… yet."
Obediently, Blaze dropped his hands. That seemed to be a turn-on for both of them—Damien taking charge. Chewing on his lower lip, Damien perused the pillow nest, chose two to place under Shudder's head and shoulders, and helped him undress. The rest of the pillows he gathered up into a roughly pyramid-shaped mound and lifted Shudder's bad leg so it ended up well-supported and hiked high enough to help with access.
"Is that all right?" Damien asked, his hand stroking the inside of Shudder's thigh, which sent shivers along Shudder's arms.
"Quite comfy. I'll let you know if it starts hurting. Cross my heart."
Damien gave him that considering stare for a moment; then he nodded and went to fish lube out of Blaze's pack. That he knew right where it was… He'd probably packed up for Blaze more than once.
He placed the lube on Shudder's nightstand, undressed, folded his clothes, and took a seat on the edge of the bed. With Shudder's hand in his, he turned to Blaze, who was still waiting more or less patiently.
"Now."
That sincere, half-shy smile, the one that melted Shudder's heart into a sappy puddle, lit Blaze's face as he basked in the moment, slowly popping the button on his jeans and tugging the zipper down one tooth at a time. He pushed the material away slowly and wriggled as he tugged the jeans down his hips. Clearly, Blaze had been saving this one.
His underwear choice was a pouch sort of arrangement, and Shudder didn't know the name of the style, but his heart decided that accelerating to skimmer-racing speeds was the appropriate response. Emerald green, with three satin-covered spaghetti straps running from the pouch across each hip to hold the confection up, it just about contained his erection in the green mesh pouch. When he turned, the thong portion ran between those muscular ass cheeks in a barely there nod to underwear.
Barely underwear. Barely wear. Blaze in barely wear. That's it. I'm having a stroke.
As if pulled by magnetic force, Damien slid off the bed and made his way across the floor to Blaze. He dropped to his knees, gazing first at the lingerie display in front of his face, then up at Blaze.
"Magnificent."
He laid his cheek against Blaze's pouch, and Blaze's head fell back, his hands tangled in Damien's hair in a picture of such poignant mutual worship that Shudder felt tears stinging his eyes.They're so beautiful. I could watch them all day. All year.
Only, he wasn't certain how long his leg would hold out in its current position. "I'm not complaining, but wasn't someone supposed to come fuck me?"
Damien placed a soft kiss on Blaze's pouch before lifting his head. "Blaze will be right there."
"Yeah?" Blaze cocked his head. "And what are you gonna be doing?"
"If you'd like, fucking you."
"IfI'd like? Being the meat in your Damien-Shudder sandwich? Hell yes." Blaze pulled him up for a kiss. "I don't have to say please or anything?"
Damien shook his head, the little laugh crinkles back around his eyes, as he took Blaze by the hand and led him to the bed. The pouch no longer succeeded in containment, with the head of Blaze's cock peeking out the top as if it wanted to know when they were going to get on with things.
"C'mere, you big, beautiful monster." Shudder held out his arms in welcome as Blaze crawled to him from the foot of the bed. He indulged them both in a deep kiss, Blaze's tongue lazily caressing the roof of his mouth. All the little things he remembered, the things Shudder liked, was just more proof of how much Shudder had been on his mind all those years between.
