They slurped noodles and ate chicken. Trist tore off hunks of the bakery bread and Val nodded as he chewed on it. The cheese was set between them and shared and Trist kept Val’s wine glass full. And, in a wicked little way, he made sure that every time Val dipped his fingers into the container for a hunk of fruit, their hands would brush against each other.

What was best, was how Val let himself relax. He started out sitting with a perfectly straight spine but as food and wine and the comedy progressed, he slumped. An hour into the film and he was lounging on the floor and laughing, not just chuckling but outright laughing. It made Trist want to hump his leg, the sound was perfect.

When the credits started, Val laying down, head propped on one hand and the other toying with his wine glass. A lot of the tense unease the other man wore had faded and the sight of him, relaxed, was stunning. His entire face changed when he was laughing freely, not the tight, sarcastically bitter chuckle he normally allowed, but a real laugh.

“I love that movie.”

Trist poured more wine into Val’s half empty glass. “It is funny, I’m surprised at you though. I thought for sure the fart jokes would be too low brow for you.”

“My uncle didn’t allow such coarse forms of comedy in his house. Violet and I would sneak out to go see them. Most teens were sneaking into horror movies, we were going to comedies.”

The mention of the uncle chased the lightness from Val and made Trist frown. “Were your parents as stiff as your uncle?” He hated asking questions that he already knew the answer to.

“Oh, no, he thought my father was a hippy.” Val laughed again, lightly but it didn’t touch his eyes. “My uncle had very clear ideas of civilized society and made sure we obeyed. He didn’t believe a child should be rewarded for surviving another year, so birthdays were muted events.”

“Well, lucky for you, I don’t.” Trist dug out one last container from the basket and set it between them. “Happy Birthday, Val.”

Val blinked and stared at the white frosted cake, six inches around and like a shrunken version of a full sized cake. There were small, red flowers on it and written in red icing script it declared a happy birthday. “A cake?”

“A cake. I thought you might be pissed at candles, besides, I couldn’t fit them all on there, not without melting the frosting, you’re getting old!”

Val blinked but the cake remained real. “You got me a birthday cake?”

“Well, yeah, cause, it’s your birthday dumb ass.”

He sat up a little more. “I haven’t had a cake since I was ten, I, wow.”

Trist had hoped for some reaction because he knew Val hadn’t had a cake in years but being near tears wasn’t the one he’d been hoping for. “Wait, it gets better.” He smiled and pulled the knife from the basket and cut a section of the cake away. The white frosting parted to show deep, bright blood red cake.

“Red velvet! That’s my absolute favorite cake, how’d you…oh.” He picked at a crumb. “Oh, and they made it right too, that’s good.”

“You can make cake wrong?”

Val nodded and picked at another crumb. “Yes, red velvet is too often a yellow or white cake died red, it’s not supposed to be that. It’s made with cocoa powder and vinegar, this is really good. Thanks, Trist, this was really nice.” He reached to lift the hunk of cake off the plate.

“Wait! Before you get your fingers messy, I’m not done yet.” He pulled the wrapped books from under one of his pillows and pushed them toward Val. “What kind of birthday would it be without something to open?”

“Trist, I can’t accept, I…”

“Fucks sake! Shut up and open the damned package! God, if I’d actually wrapped it in birthday wrapping paper we’d be here all night listening to you be self effacing!”

Val actually found himself laughing at the mini tantrum. “Okay, okay, down boy.”

“God, let someone do something nice for you for a change! Man, you take all the fun out of it, serious grumpiness there!” He muttered and toyed with cutting the cake into manageable slices, but he was watching Val from the corner of his eyes.

Val picked at the plain paper. “Isn’t this the package you picked up today?”

“Fuck!” Trist reached over and with a yank the brown paper came away. “God have mercy on us all at Christmas! It’ll take you a week to open one damned box!”

“Trist, this is…” Val let his fingers gingerly touch the cover of the top book. “I can’t accept this.” He lifted the book about Thomas Paine up and his mouth fell open at seeing the double set of Dumas books. “Oh, my God.”

Trist leaned over and looked at the finely made books he’d bought, sight unseen. “They look horribly dull.”

“This is too much, the Paine volume alone had to have cost a small fortune, I can’t accept this.”

“You can and will and smile about it.”

“Trist…”

“Stop it! Smile, put the books aside and put cake in your mouth because obviously you’re unable to say thank you and be happy!” He scolded and fussed but the sheer awed delight in Val’s face made it worth all the fuss.

“Thank you.” He answered solemnly and set the books very carefully to the side before picking up a piece of the cake.

Trist nibbled and nodded. “Hmm this is good, I’d never heard of it before. Lucky for you, every bakery makes it this time of year.” Carefully, Trist began to discreetly clear the blanket between them and he made sure the wine was where it wouldn’t spill.

Val shoved the last bite of the slice into his mouth. “Even the frosting is great, this was really wonderful, Trist, thank you. The books, I can’t begin to say how perfect they are.” He popped his little finger into his mouth and sucked the frosting off.

That was too good to refuse. “Hmm, you’re right it is.” Trist nodded and reached over and caught Val’s wrist. He pulled the hand away, frosting covered fingers curled lightly in confusion. Trist kept his eyes on Val’s, locked solid and refused to let the older man look away as he let his tongue wander out to lick at the pad of the frosting covered index finger. “Very good.”

Val’s breathing instantly went sharp, he blamed it on Trist’s odd eyes and how steadily they held on to him. The hot, graceful tongue swiped along first one finger before moving to the next. “Don’t.” He heard himself whispering but it was difficult to think. How could something so simple be so erotic?

Trist felt the wrist try to pull away and he gripped tighter and held Val’s arm still. “Not this time.” He sucked one finger totally into his mouth and Val actually moaned. The man was so responsive.

“Trist, I’m not, I don’t want this.” Val forced out but his blood had pooled lower and he could feel his own pulse in the side of his thigh.

“Don’t let him get away with that shit.”

The voice was so startling that Trist broke eye contact. No one was visible in the room but he could feel him, hovering, watching and it drew a languid smile to his lips. He’d felt Matt near by off and on since he’d first met Val but so far the other man had remained silent. If he wanted to speak up to offer advice on how to seduce Val, Trist wasn’t going to complain.

Trist shook his head and licked down the length of Val’s fingers before swirling his tongue across the tense palm. “I don’t think you mean that.”

“He doesn’t, he always protests.”

“In fact, I think you want it as badly as I do.” Trist let his eyes wander down across Val’s body to the growing evidence of the other man’s arousal.

Val blushed. “No, I… oh God.” He moaned and his eyes fluttered shut when Trist nipped at the veins at his wrist.

“Shhhh.” Trist slid over and crawled into Val’s lap, sitting facing him, his weight balanced on his thighs. He ran his hands through the tumbled soft hair and smiled at the tense, unhappy face in front of his own. When Trist leaned forward to kiss Val, the lips that met his own were tight and unwilling. He tried nibbling a little on them and it didn’t change anything.

“Pull his hair, hard.”

Trist nodded and this time when he ran a hand across Val’s hair, he fisted the hand into the locks and yanked. It should have gotten him scolded or tossed from Val’s lap but instead Val’s eye went shut and he let out a low, throaty moan. Now when Trist kissed him, the lips that met his softened and surrendered. He began to understand that Val liked to be controlled.

“He does, until he remembers it’s okay to let go.” Matt whispered.

Trist began attacking Val’s jaw line, moving to suck and nip his way across the lean neck, the sensitive ear. “You want this as badly as I do.” He whispered, a tickle of words that brought a shiver to the flesh below him.

“No.” Val managed to whisper, his hands dug into the blanket below him. He tried to shake his head but the hand in his hair tightened again. The slight pain made him moan again.

Trist dragged his hips forward and stroked his own erection tightly along Val’s. “Do we need a safe word so you can keep saying no?” He chuckled and bit on Val’s earlobe hard enough to earn another moan. “Because I’m not stopping for a no.”

“Well done.”

“I’m going to suck you, Val.”

“Oh god, I don’t, I can’t, it’s…”

This time it was Val’s hips that jerked forward to rub tightly to his own and Trist swam in the pleasure. He growled and dug both hands into Val’s hair and pulled his face away. “God, I can feel how much you’re enjoying this, its like having a second body.” Trist sighed and arched backwards, letting their hips glide into one another again. “I’ve never felt this from a lover before. God, I can’t wait. All those things I did to your fingers? I’m going to do to your cock, Val, I’m going to swallow you whole until you scream my name.”

Trist heard laughter, warm and heady. “If I’d had known he’d get off so much on dirty talk, I’d have been more bold.”

It was oddly erotic hearing Matt egging him on, knowing Val’s other lover was watching, maybe even enjoying the show. Suddenly, just sucking Val off wasn’t enough. Trist wanted, needed more and he planned to get it.

“Val?” He whispered, the tv clicked off behind them from sitting idle and forgotten for so long. “I want to fuck you, I think you want me to fuck you.”

Val’s eyes slid open and the sight of Trist, sitting across his lap, writhing in small, little erotic motions, was nearly too much. He opened his mouth to protest but the words wouldn’t work. Trist was like an elemental force, demanding, driving, untamed and he had all his attention directed at him, it left Val feeling drunk and it wasn’t from the wine.

“Just for tonight.” Trist started, leaning forward to scrape nails along the cloth covered body he was sitting on, letting lips brush across the confused and hungry face. “No strings, no requirements, no obligations, no promises, nothing beyond pleasure for just tonight. No guilt, just you and I alone here, all you have to do is close your eyes and feel. You can even pretend you’re back in college and it’s Matt and not me. I’ll call you Pony if you want while I fuck you until you pass out.”

Val’s arms unlocked from where he’d been leaning his weight on them and they reached for Trist. He found the slender body, his hands spread wide along the falsely fragile back. Every nerve ending felt overloaded, the rub of the fibers of his clothes felt impossibly rough and he needed and hungered.

“No, not that way Trist, not that way.” He forced out, panting now, aching. “If we do this, it’s you I want to be with, no one else.”

It seemed against natural order, but Trist grew harder. He pushed himself up onto his knees and grabbed both sides of Val’s face. As he smashed his lips down with a shattering force, he kissed the now willing man with a devouring need. He bit at the tongue that chased after his own, he sucked it hard, he pushed it away and Val took it all with deep, short, moans of agreement.

When he broke the kiss, Trist pulled away and stood up. Val sat, looking bewildered, his arousal an obvious bulge in his jeans, his hair mussed up and messy. Trist nearly pounced on him again. Instead, he stroke a hand across Val’s face with tender gentleness. “Follow.” He ordered and without a backward glance, walked with careful strides to his bedroom.

This was his out, Val knew it. Trist couldn’t have made it more clear if he’d spray painted it on the wall in big neon green letters. He could leave, right now and be back locked into his apartment before Trist knew he was gone. This could stop, right now. He could pretend it was just how skilled Trist was at kissing that was making him moan and ache.

He forced himself to stand, his legs trembling and weak. There was no thought to leaving, he’d been given an order and he followed it. To cross into the bedroom, to accept the invitation, meant accepting more then just a single night of pleasure. Even clouded by lust, Val understood this and still he walked toward the bedroom.

If he crossed that threshold he’d be giving in. It would be a surrender, defeat, release. There would be no retreating, even if he could never find the courage to admit just what he desired again, even if he never again kissed another man, he’d not be able to go back to pretending. Val knew, if he crossed into Trist’s bedroom, his reality would be taken apart and the knew order assembled would be frightening. He knew if he obeyed the soft spoken command and the need of his own cock, that, at least for the night, there would be nothing he could deny Trist.

Trembling, Val wavered. His mind beat against the idea of letting go, giving in and feeling such delight. The door to the apartment suddenly looked like salvation. There was no retreat there, either. If he ran now, he’d spend the rest of his life running.

Val crossed into the bedroom and prayed he’d not become sick with unease and lusty fear.

Trist sat on the edge of the bed. There was an almost unnatural calm to the slender man. His odd eyes were steady, the normal random, waving motions of his day to day life was gone. “Shut the door.”

Val obeyed and stood in the dim light of a single lamp. His heart raced, his palms were sweaty.

“Strip.”

“What?”

“Get. Naked. Now.” Trist strengthened his tone and saw the shiver run across Val’s body. The power, the control the beautiful man was giving so freely into his hands was a better drug then Trist had ever been on.

“It’s him, he had the same effect on me. It’s like he’s some rare opium. One taste isn’t going to be enough for you, I promise you that.”

Shut up! Trist thought as loudly as he could, not wanting to slip and speak aloud to voices only he heard One night, it’s plenty.

Matt only laughed.

Standing just inside the door, Val began to remove his clothes. The eyes watching burned him, made him feel like a desired object and that made him shiver in hunger. His hands shook but he peeled off his shirt and dropped it to the side. He paused there, barely able to breath.

“All of it, I want to see you naked.”

The voice was a velvet touch, strong, steady, hot, across Val’s body. The desire was clear in the tone, Trist wanted him, badly. He was having as strong of an effect on the seer as was being had to his own body. He was a source of pleasure to another, it was a warm feeling that he hadn’t felt since college. The pants and socks peeled away, the boxers went with them. Val turned a little to the side as he stepped from the legs, feeling painfully shy under the intense eyes.

“Turn so I can see you.”

He shuffled a little and couldn’t met the eyes that were raking over his skin as he turned. It took an effort but he kept his hands from covering his groin and trying to hide the evidence of just how much Trist was turning him on. His skin felt flushed and hot and Val knew he must be blushing from head to toe.

“Beautiful, God, Val, you’re just fucking beautiful. If the world would obey me, you’d be naked in front of my eyes forever and I would be greedy. No one but me would be allowed such an exquisite sight ever again.” Trist breathed out, shuddering, aching, needing to throw the man down and fuck him hard.

Val blushed for sure now, the words were too sexy, too much. He wasn’t such a creature to deserve anyone thinking such thoughts about him. It would have pulled protests from him but Trist stood and crossed over to stand in front of him.

“Untie my hair.” Trist ordered, knowing without having to be told how Val’s hands itched to free the braid. “I want to feel your hands in it with it hanging loose around my shoulders.”

“Oh, my God.” Val whispered but he jumped to obey. Trist stepped with within an inch of touching his body and held perfectly still. They were standing so close that the head of Val’s cock rubbed against the fabric of the clothes Trist still wore. The ghosting touch was making him shiver and his hands shook so much he struggled with the tie wrapped so tightly around the slender tip of the braid.

It felt sacred to unravel the dark hair. The strands slid like spun silk against his hands and as each section released, Val stroked it. Bit by bit, the hair fell free and softened the underweight sharpness Trist carried, took away some of the unearthly sharpness of his odd eyes. It made him look human, fragile and approachable, something real instead of someone so insanely gifted. When the braid finally released and the straight hair fell in barely waved lines, Val stroked it. His fingers dug deep to the scalp and slid outward, a touch so casual but more erotic then sex had been with Kelly.

Trist closed his eyes and leaned into the comforting touch. Indulged in the contact he craved so deeply and rarely found. When the touch grew more steady, more focused, he leaned forward and kissed Val again. The lips parted for him, accepted him and he stayed as gentle and sweetly tender as the strong fingers untangling his hair.

“Don’t come, not yet.” Trist warned before he began kissing Val’s neck. He hadn’t been lying to Eshe, he wanted to lick Val, bite him, kiss him. There was just something to the way the tan skin twitched at the slightest touch of his mouth to it, something to the taste of skin so seldom tasted, that made him want more.

“Tried to warn you.”

Trist kissed lower, staying feather soft and teasing with the harder, rougher contact he knew Val craved. He nipped and suckled on collarbones, exhaled breath to cool the skin with a chill effect. His mouth found one tightly hard nipple and tormented it. Val stumbled from the onslaught of sensation and Trist had to hold onto the side of the man’s ribs to steady him.

“Tell me you don’t enjoy laying with men and I’ll never ask you again.” Trist whispered. He broke his words up into segments and licked the sensitive flesh in the breaks. “Tell me, you’ll still find pleasure tonight, but tell me and I will tell everyone you’re not into me. Deny it to me now.” He sucked so hard that he drew the pebbled flesh into his mouth and Val swayed, his hands going back to slid through Trist’s hair.

“I…” Val forced out. “Trist, I…”

“Say it.” He demanded.

“No woman’s ever made me feel like this.” The confession shook him almost as much as the tormenting pleasure.

“Do you like cock?”

“Oh, God, yes.”

“Tell me, do you like sucking cock?”

Val moaned.

“No, not any cock.” Trist licked the other nipple and started torturing the other side. “Do you want to suck my cock, Val?”

“Yes.” Val whispered without thinking.

“Swallow me whole when I’ve come?”

“Please.” He begged.

“There’s more though. I’ve seen it, I’ve seen how Matt fucked you. How you’d moan and beg him to shove it deeper. You’re very slutty, it was so sexy to see, Val. Tell me, tell me you liked it.” He covered the bared chest with kisses.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I…” Val moaned. “I liked it.”

“Liked what, say it, Val, I want to hear you say it.”

“I liked it when he… oh God, when he fucked me.”

Trist stopped raining kisses across Val’s torso and stood to meet the taller man’s lust fogged eyes. He slid a hand gently across the gasping face. “I give you permission to like it when it’s my cock in your ass. It’s okay to enjoy it.”

Val sobbed, his eyes went shut, his hips bucked forward. “Please, oh, please.” There was no doubt he was sobbing, just no tears were falling.

Trist kissed the sweat dampened forehead. “Soon, just remember, don’t come, not yet.” That was the only warning he gave before wrapping his hand around Val’s neglected length. As the contact was made, Trist saw he other man’s eyes flutter up and his knees gave out. Val didn’t quite faint, but it was close.

Trist gathered the limp body against his own and directed it to his bed. Once there, Val tumbled gracelessly across the covers. He followed and half lay on the near frantic man, Trist kept at the gentle stroking. His fingers teased the head, pulled and stroked, and squeezed and even the smallest of touches had Val twitching and sobbing. Every movement, every desperate and needy sound, was like fire in Trist’s blood. He increased the pressure, the rough demand of his touch, until Val was hitching for breath and blindly without shame thrusting his hips into the contact.

It was right there, on the brink of release, that Trist stopped. Val groaned and his eyes flew open. “Oh, please, please!” He begged but when he reached to provide the last few seconds of contact he needed, Trist stopped him.

“Don’t!” He bent over the begging man and kissed him, letting the ends of his hair tickle across him. Val’s hands let go of their death grip on the bed and held onto Trist, pulling the kiss tighter and deeper, begging without words.

“I…”

“What, dearest? Tell me?” Trist asked kissing the tormented face.

“I want to see you, please.” Val pulled at the fabric that separated them.

“Nothing to see.” Trist brushed Val’s hair from his face but the fingers pulled tighter at him.

“Please, I need it, I need to see you, please, Trist.”

“If you can refuse his begging, you’re a stronger man than I ever was.”

Trist cringed internally but agreed with Matt, there was no way he could deny such a request. “You’ve seen me. We showered together.”

“No, no, I, need to, I, God, Trist, Please? You’re so amazing, please, let me see you?”

“Very well, but no laughing.” He kissed Val again before sliding away just far enough to be within easy sight and quickly shimmying out of his clothes. Val’s eyes slid over him, taking in the bandaged fresh cuts, the thin white scars from old cuts and how slender he was.

“God, oh, Trist. I’ve never wanted anyone like this.” The words spilled out.

“And he means that, he desired me, but not as he does you.”

Val’s words and Matt’s agreement, melted the last of Trist’s worries.

“I want to taste you.” Val whispered, pushing up to lean on an elbow.

Trist nearly came, Matt laughed at his surprised desire. “Not now, later. Tonight, you’re supposed to lay back, close your eyes and enjoy yourself.” That and if Val’s mouth came anywhere near his weeping length that would be all they wrote.

It was then that he remembered he didn’t have a condom. Gavan most likely did but that was across the apartment and he’d have to tear the room apart looking for it, his mind was too scrambled to see where they might be kept. He hadn’t planned on going so far with Val, he hadn’t expected Val to want to go so far.

“The only person he’s ever been unprotected with was me, and I with him. He’s clean and you’re clean. Ask him.” Matt paused. “No, tell him, he’ll enjoy that more.”

Trist slid along Val’s body, skin, bare and exposed, slid against skin and made them both moan in need. Val kept arching into the soft touch, clinging to it and Trist could have spent days just fulfilling the taller man’s need to be touched and still Val wouldn’t be sated. He rolled them together with Val below him, one of his knees shoved roughly between Val’s legs forcing them to part but he paused.

“Val?” He stroked the tormented face, brushed hair back and trailed fingers across lips that tried to draw them in to suck on. “Lovely?” He kissed the side of Val’s face. “I hadn’t planned on seducing you so far tonight. Prudence says we shouldn’t go further because I didn’t fully plan and am caught unaware.”

Val’s mind refused to make sense of the words but the meaning, that they weren’t going on, sunk in. He moaned in need and regret and struggled to open his eyes and find the words that would change Trist’s mind.

“Shhhh, it’s okay my beautiful, beautiful Valentine. Shhhh, prudence be damned. I’m going to fuck you, it’s going to be me touching you, nothing’s going to be between us. I’m going to pry these legs apart and take you so hard and use you until I come in you.” Val’s legs tightened around the thigh that had them split but his head fell back and he moaned.

“Told you.”

Trist slid away, pulled his knee from Val’s leg and eased across the sweating, moaning body to the edge of the bed. It took a few moments for Val’s mind to process that he was gone but when it sunk in, his eyes opened.

“Trist?” His voice was raspy, broken but at the smile Trist gave him all words fled.

Val’s eyes tracked him as he circled the bed and opened the drawer on the side nightstand. It was his toy box, things he’d bought over the years for his own pleasure or on whims that one day he’d be able to cuff a lover to the bed. The idea of Val handcuffed was delicious and he almost gave in but he wanted Val free and writhing too much. So many wicked thoughts were inspired by the items in his private drawer but the only one he brought out was a small tube of lube.

He twisted the cap off and squeezed some of the gel onto his fingers, Val’s eyes watched everything. “Put your feet flat on the bed.” His voice alone made Val shivered, God, Trist nearly came just seeing that.

Feet were raised and placed on the blankets but ankle touched ankle and knee pressed to knee.

“Farther apart.”

Val writhed and blushed red again and his drawn up legs slid a few inches apart.

“Farther.” That earned him a few more inches. “Spread your legs wider, Val, show me how badly you want to be fucked silly.”

Inch, by embarrassed, erotic inch, Val slid his feet farther apart. When he finished he was spread open wide, further then even Trist had hoped for and Val trembled on the bed as Trist just watched him without touching. He lay there, blushing, needing, his cock hard and dripping with his desire, more turned on then he’d ever been and it was all from the feel of being watched while vulnerable.

A thousand dirty fantasies filled Trist but he was painfully aroused and he knew he was already teetering on the verge of release. From how Val was panting, from how his pulse made his cock twitch with each beat, his lover was as close. He gathered pillows from the bed and stood over Val.

Val was laying right on the edge of the bed, the mattress was high enough that his face was so close to Trist’s groin. One little taste wouldn’t hurt would it? He stroked his hand over his own cock and spread the small bead of gel across the length and pulled a small bead of come to the tip.

“Open your eyes, Val.” He ordered and Val obeyed. The soft brown went wide at the sight towering over him. Trist leaned forward, aiming his cock toward Val’s mouth and instead of Val pulling away, he licked his lips. “What would you like to do, Val? Tell me.” Val’s head drew closer, his tongue flicked out again but Trist caught a hand in his hair and held the man steady. “Tell me, don’t show me. What do you want Val?”

The brown eyes squinted shut and the last of Val’s pride vanished. “A taste.” He whispered. “Please.”

Trist turned the painful grip into a caress. “A small one.”

“Thank you.” Val moaned and his tongue darted out.

The hot swipe nearly buckled Trist’s knees. Once, twice and again Val lapped at the head of his cock, circled it with hot pointed tip before lapping again in wide strokes across the hypersensitive head. Val was moaning, his eyes shut, his hips trying to find contact that wasn’t there, his feet remaining firmly planted and widely spread. The sight, the way Val was moaning in the back of his throat, the exploding pleasure of the slight contact, it made Trist want to push himself all the way into that hot mouth and sex be damned.

He stepped back, Val whining in a clingy needy way. “Next time.” Trist panted out. “Next time, love, next time.” He was reeling. Sex had never been this good, ever and he knew it was because Val was held nothing back. Trist could reach out and plunder the man’s mind, feel every memory, learn every like and dislike, feel all that had made Val who he’d become. Val wasn’t just giving his body to be opened and exposed, he was letting go of everything and lay as mentally vulnerable as he was physically. That’s why he was getting such a double echo of his own and Val’s pleasure.

“One night still enough.”

Fuck off! Trist hissed back and heard Matt’s laughter. He leaned forward and kissed the hungry lips, Val parted his mouth and one of his hands held Trist’s head in place.

“Please, Trist, please, fuck me.” Val blushed redder at begging but he thought he might die if he didn’t. Trist stroked his hair so gently and was panting, moaning, as much as he was now.

“How can I refuse?” Trist murmured against Val’s mouth and slid away to move lower. As soon as Val understood, his knees fell widely apart once more. “Lift your hips up for me, Val.”

There was no pause now, no shy uncertainty. Val pressed his weight into his feet and his hips rose up, cock jutting into the air like a banner. Trist shoved the pillows under Val’s lower back and the top of his ass. He lingered a hand over the straining tops of the exposed thighs where they joined to hips and Val’s entire body jerked in delight at the contact. A gentle pressure to one hip guided Val back down to ease now on the stack of pillows and the angle opened and exposed him further.

Trist trailed fingers up twitching inner thighs. He let his hand explore, finding spots that caught Val’s breath, spots that made him shudder and moan and spots that simply exploded pleasure along both their nerves. He wished he wasn’t so close, wished he had the luxury of lingering but neither of them would make it.

A lube slick finger trailed and found the tight, hidden spot. Val bucked off the bed at the light contact and Trist forced his hips back down onto the small tower of pillows. “Fuck, you’re so sexy Val, you’ve got me aching so badly.”

Val thrashed his head to the side and moaned.

“And you’re so tight…” Trist let his finger circle, trying to sooth the desperate need. “You have to relax, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Don’t care, fuck me!”

The plea, so ragged and begging, made Trist shudder and his finger slipped past the tight ring of muscle far sooner then he’d wanted. Val groaned, pain mixed with pleasure but he wanted more.

“Careful, when he’s lost like this, he won’t care if you hurt him. He likes it rough anyway, likes a little pain.”

It occurred to Trist that the only voice he heard was Matt’s. Even his normal background noise was missing and it was just their broken breathing echoing in his head and Matt’s lewd voyeurism. Are you, fuck he’s tight, are you blocking the others? He thought toward Matt and felt the other man’s warm laughter.

“Not me, Val’s doing that.”

That’s impossible.

“Not impossible, just improbable. Are you complaining?”

No, God, no. A second finger joined the first and Val was whimpering.

“More, more Trist, please, I can’t…”

“You should hurry, he’s too close.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t care! Please, need you, need you in me, hard, please, oh Trist, please.”

He forced the third finger in and gauged that Val was stretching, slowly, but he was. “You’re so tight, haven’t you indulged yourself over the years?”

“What?” Val opened his eyes but the sight of Trist kneeling between his thighs, one hand fucking him with those long, graceful fingers, as nearly too much. He squinted his eyes shut again.

“You know, a hard dildo up the ass, butt plugs, or a good vibrator.” He laughed at the tense confusion that came over Val. “Don’t worry, dearest, another night.” Another night, at that moment, both men wanted another night.

Trist curled his fingers and reached, that spot tucked so deep in Val’s body was struck. Trist moaned, Val choked on a strangled sob. Again, Trist aimed for and found that spot and Val’s legs spread wider. It was a tricky balance, the white hot pleasure was forcing Val’s body to adjust quickly to the invasion but it also nudged him closer to the edge.

The fingers weren’t nearly enough. Val tried to find words again, tried to find what to say to make Trist take him but with his entire body shaking from the pleasure, all he could do was whimper. When the fingers left his body he would have begged for the fingers again if he’d had words. Their teasing pleasure was better then the empty hollowness he was left with. He knew he was whining, whimpering, begging with needy moans and he knew Trist understood.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry love, you’re still too tight, this is going to hurt.” Trist whispered right into Val’s ear as he slid on top of the taller man. The trembling length of Val’s cock was brushing against his stomach as the head of his own cock jabbed lightly at the still too tight entrance.

“Don’t care, please, please.” Val clawed at the body over his, the smell of sex and Trist filled his mind. “Don’t care, need… need so badly.” One hand found Trist’s ass and tried to force the teasing cock into his body.

Trist kissed the gasping lips. “So, just as I promised, baby, lay back and enjoy.” He pushed forward and knew he was going to die. Or maybe he was dead already? Nothing this good could be real, pleasure this intense had to burn a body alive. Trist nearly came on the first long slow push inward but he couldn’t stop. It wasn’t until he was pressed tight against Val and could go no further that he was able to stop.

The only way he knew it all wasn’t some delightful vision was from seeing Val’s face. It had gone pale, the pain mixed with pleasure was too much. If it was a vision, there’d be no pain for either of them. That settled Trist down a little, he kissed the tense face and struggled to hold very still.

“It’s okay love, I’m right here, it’ll fade, it’s okay.”

Val opened his eyes and fell into the odd black circled green eyes. In this moment, everything was right. There was no guilt, no self loathing for being so weak that he not only enjoyed another man taking him but that he needed it desperately. All that he felt was how right it was, laying under Trist, lost in the burning tight pain and promise of blinding pleasure, everything was right.

“You okay?” Trist asked when he saw the odd swirl of emotion cross Val’s face.

Val nodded and twitched his hips a little to distract Trist. He wasn’t ready to think about the emotions he felt, let alone try to explain them to someone else. It worked. Trist’s eyes went shut and he moaned, sliding slightly from the tightness and thrusting back in.

Pleasure exploded across both men. “Fuck!” Trist swore. “Aw fuck.” And his body was moving without his control. Each thrust made them both moan, sweat dripped and rolled across their skin. Trist was mindless in his driving need, he had lost all hold of control.

“More!” Val hissed.

Trist shivered.

“Harder! Oh God, Please, harder!” Val begged and Trist complied.

Val’s voice broke into keening moans. As their bodies slid against each other, it was teasing his cock with the ghost of real contact. He needed more.

“Bite him, scratch him, command him. Don’t let him start thinking, keep him reacting”

Trist’s mind was too far gone. He didn’t even really know that Matt wasn’t physically in the bed with them. “I can do that.” He licked the side of Val’s neck and made the man shiver. He pulled hair, he nipped at skin, he held Val’s body in a grip that could leave bruises and the more he let go, the more Val let go.

Trist took a hold on Val’s trembling cock and started stroking it. “Say my name.” He demanded, hissing into the ear he was biting. “I want to hear you scream my name when you come.” There was no time now, the world was ending. “Let me hear who’s cock is fucking your tight ass!” He squeezed the flesh in his hand and Val bucked.

“Oh, oh God! Trist! Oh it’s you! Oh Trist!” The last of his ties to sanity shattered and Val went mad with pleasure. He came, hard, moaning, begging with his lover’s name on his lips and still he was being taken. As his body twitched and his hips bucked the final tumbles of climax, he was also still being taken so hard his body rocked with the force.

“Let go Trist, come in him, fill him, claim him as yours.”

“Fuck yes! He’s mine!” He groaned. “You’re fucking mine, Val! Only mine!” His body exploded, his life and energy rushed out. “Fucking mine!” He threw his head back and came in endless, deeper, stuttering thrusts. “Mine.” He growled as he fell, exhausted, to lay on the body below his.

Val shuddered at the hot release in his body, and the primal growling, really felt claimed. His arms wrapped around Trist’s body, pulled the limp, spent man tight to him and petted sweat soaked damp hair back. “Yours.” He whispered and shivered. If only for the moment, everything was perfect. “Just yours.”

“Damned right.” Trist muttered and licked the sweat from the side of Val’s face. Unwillingly, his softening cock slipped from Val’s body and it made them both groan in regret. Trist snuggled in against Val, not caring about the sweat and come, needing to stay in contact with what they’d had. “Mine.” He sighed as Val continued to pet his hair.