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Chapter Twenty-Five
Rey Curtis was seated on his couch perusing the various channels on the TV when he heard his wife entering the apartment.
"Rey," his wife called.
"Yeah babe," Rey slowly stood and began walking toward the entryway.
"Can you give me a hand?"
Rey noted the various bags his wife was trying to juggle as she pushed the door closed. He stepped to her and grabbed three of the bags.
"Here," he gripped them as she locked the door. "What did you do," he chided with a sexy grin, "buy everything?"
His wife rolled her eyes and walked through to the kitchen. Rey followed. She placed her bags upon the kitchen counter top and began to unpack the groceries. "We were getting low on a few necessities." She mumbled as she placed several items in the cupboard.
"I hope you got me some more beer," Rey offered in good nature.
"Rey," his wife paused and cast him an irritated look, "I said I picked up necessities."
"Oh," Rey nodded unpacking the bags he'd placed on the kitchen table. "Say babe," Rey offered absently. "You have any problem with me going to Salazar's to catch tonights game?" He pretended to concentrate on putting the cans in his hands into the cupboard but her response was paramount in his mind.
"Beers with your buddy," she chided with a grin.
"Yeah," Rey mumbled thinking about fucking Salazar versus watching any game.
"No, I have no problem with it." She folded the empty bags on the counter for the recycle bin. "In fact, it will give me some free time to watch something on the television I might like versus you and your buddy grunting over some silly football game.
Grunting over football, hell! "Thanks babe," Rey grinned. He'd have Salazar grunting over his thick cock sliding up his tight ass. "I really lucked out with a wife lick you."
"No reason to flatter me Rey," his wife smiled. "I'm lucky to have a husband like you."
Brian Cassidy was standing the master bedroom shower pressed against the tiles as the warm water ran over his body. His arm was twisted around his back and he was holding a medium sized plastic container with a long spout. Gingerly he pressed the tubed spout up against his butt hole. Before Elliot he had no idea what gay dudes went through for their lovers. He worked the tip between his clenched ring awkwardly before squeezing the main body of the bottle. Cassidy jerked a bit at the rush of warm water flooding his rectum. After a brief pause, he squeezed the bottle a second time causing another rush. He wiggle his butt and clenched his cheeks tightly as he withdrew the spout. Churning the water within with his rectum muscles, he released the water after a minute, sending a slightly discolored rush down to the drain with his pursed ass lips.
Brian grinned in satisfaction a he reached for a razor and began trimming his pubes. Careful not to nick the delicate skin, he rinsed away the sheared hair under the spray while stroking the length of his shaft. After soaping his body up a bit, he rinsed entirely before twisting the nozzle to cut off the spray. Stepping out of the shower, he padded into the bedroom with a towel draped around his shoulders. Beginning to rub himself dry, he walked to the dresser and glanced at the fitness magazine he'd purchased on the way back from the SVU precinct. The man at the news dealer had assured Cassidy that this was the fitness magazine that all gay guys swore by. He opened the magazine to the dog-eared page and scanned the print.
Tossing the towel upon the bed, Cassidy reached around and touched one of his smooth round butt cheeks. He read aloud from the magazine, "for firm toned glutes, squats are recommended." Cassidy pursed his lips. If he was going to hand on to Elliot, he needed to make sure that Elliot showed no interest in any other tight ass but his.
Eliot Stabler climbed out of his car parked along the curb and looked up the lawn to the house before him. He grimly noted Hawk's decline in the up keep of his home. He had no fucking clue what the irritable cop wanted to see him about! It sure as hell better be important, Elliot fumed through stiff lips. He'd passed on lunch with Brian for this meeting.
Sighing, Eliot walked around his car and began to walk across the lawn to Hawk's front door. He was just placing one foot on the first step up to the porch when the door sung open and Trevor Lanigan stepped out.
"Dt. Stabler," Lanigan noted Stabler a bit in surprise.
"Trevor Lanigan," Eliot grinned pleasantly, "right?"
"Yes," Trevor smoothed down his suite jacket absently.
"What are you doing here?" Eliot perused the lawyer candidly. Trevor tensed a bit. "No wait, let me guess," Eliot chuckled. "Dt. Hawkins is in trouble again."
"Yes," Trevor readily agreed. "He's a new client."
"Hmph," Eliot snorted in humor. "Good luck, the bastard isn't easy to work with."
"Yes," Trevor hedged, "well," he glanced at his wrist watch, "I better get going, I'm running late with another client."
Eliot nodded, "I guess you better." Trevor practically scurried down the steps and walk to his car along the curb. Eliot shrugged, never quite understanding lawyers, before he stepped fully on the porch and walked to the door. He lifted a hand to ring the bell but the door swung abruptly open, Hawk standing in the frame with his usual shit eating grin.
"Right on time Eliot." He greeted smugly.
Dt. Sandoval sauntered into the men's room and walked to a urinal. He noted Mike Logan at the urinal to his right, Logan turned his head a bit and their gazes met. Sandoval nodded and proceeded to unzip his fly and haul out his ten inch cock. Logan took a quick glance at the Latin shaft and chewed his lower lip hungrily.
Sandoval gripped the bases of his light brown cock and let looses a hot stream of piss down into the urinal. Logan's own steamy piss began to subside, but he knew enough to linger a bit.
"So," Sandoval murmured to Logan as his cock rained free piss. "What the hell is the deal with Captain Deakins?"
Logan cast him a curious glance. "What do you mean?" Logan shook his cock freeing the last drips of piss.
"What's his story?" Sandoval repeated. "Any wife, kids? How long has he been here? You know," Sandoval shrugged, "the usual precinct shit."
"Logan frowned, "I really can't say." Logan stroked his cock and cast a quick glance down at Sandoval's. "He's a pretty private person."
"Hmmm," Sandoval's stream of piss began to subside. He shook it roughly, fling drops back against the porcelain. "Gossip then?"
"Gossip?" Logan lifted his free hand and scratched his head in thought.
"Such as....?"
"Well," Sandoval turned to grin at Logan, "for example," he stepped back from the urinal stroking his rock hard cock, "word is that you want a piece of this," he nodded his head indicating his thick brown cock.
Logan looked down at the veiny shaft but revealed nothing in his expression. "You shouldn't believe everything you hear," Logan prefaced.
Sandoval lifted one eyebrow in surprise, "yeah?"
"Yeah," Logan nodded, "but in this instant," Logan slowly lowered to his knees in front of the hunky Latin cop, "you're on to something."
Sandoval grinned, "why don't you latch on to something?"
"Something big," Logan murmured as he dipped his head a bit and pressed his lips against the shiny red head. His lips slowly parted and Sandoval's cock head inched in. Logan's gaze lifted to Sandoval's despite his lips clamped around Sandoval's apple shaped cock head.
"Why don't you show me just how good of a cock sucker everyone seems to think you are," he murmured with a soft grin. Logan complied by inching his lips farther along the shaft, slickening the pulsing rod with his snaking tongue. "Mmmm," Sandoval purred in approval, "not bad, cock sucker. Not bad at all."
Logan slid closer, slowly swallowing up more of the Latin shaft. The veins pulsed against his lips and tongue. Logan snorted loudly and inched his lips all the way to the base. He expelled a hot rush of air from his nostrils, as he opened the back of his throat, the rush of breath stirring Sandoval's trimmed pubes.
"Yeahhhh," Sandoval hissed, "hold it all the way in."
Logan rubbed his nose against the pubes, gulping as the pulsing cap hit the back of his throat. "Mmmmmmmm," he purred as his tongue slithered around the circumference. Sandoval's pre-cum freely dropped directly down his throat. He gulped and snorted again. Logan lifted his arms and wrapped around Sandoval's hips and hard ass, pulling him closer, inching the twitching shaft deeper.
"Easy bro'," Sandoval hissed tugged his fingers through Logan's dark hair. "Its not going anywhere else but your throat." Sandoval's voice was a gently murmur as he twisted his fingers through strands of hair.
Logan sucked harder, his cheeks caving in with each deep gulp. His tongue flecked at the sensitive skin under the cap of Sandoval's cock head. Sandoval tugged roughly at Logan's hair. Logan twisted his lips around the stalk, the point of his nose coursing a trail against the roughness of Sandoval's pubes. He slurped loudly and sucked harder, twisting his lips faster. Sandoval's hands firmly clamped around Logan's head.
"Suck itttttttttt," Sandoval hissed as he threw his head back and winced his eyes closed. "Work that hot mouth!"
"Mnmph," Logan murmured in response as he nursed on the throbbing shaft.
The drizzle of pre-cum had increased and Logan snorted again, slurping it down. His tongue traced each pulsing vein along the hot Latin rod. His Adam's apple bobbed with each gulp and slurp.
"Ohhh yeahhh," Sandoval bucked his hips forward causing Logan to briefly choke before he regained control. "I'm gonna feed you a big loaddddd," Sandoval sneered.
Logan squeezed Sandoval's hard glutes and the Latin cop thrust forward again. Logan snorted loudly, spittle spraying from one nostril, but holding tight to the shaft. He stretched his lips wider and tried to gulp more shaft down, his nose pressing into the hard muscles at Sandoval's pelvis. Sandoval chuckled and bent at the hips a bit. Logan's tongue swirled around the shaft, rasping hungrily.
Sandoval's balls were tingling. His chest expanded as he breathed heavily. His fingers dug into the crown of Logan's head. The cock sucker winced a bit but was too busy laving the shaft pulsing strongly against his tongue. Sandoval felt his balls pulling up. His legs tensed. "Ohhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk," Sandoval winced in discomfort as his cock jerked and cum gushed from his piss slit.
"Mnmph," Logan snorted and gulped as the rapid rush of spoog flooded the back of his throat. He swallowed and swallowed but some spoog bubble up through his nose.
"Holy shitttttttttt," Sandoval held Logan's head close as his balls churned and pumped thick jets of seed up his throbbing ravaged shaft. "Eatttttttt itttttttttttt," he growled as more spoog bubbled from Logan's nostrils and he briefly choked while trying to gush it down.
"Mnmph," Logan grunted uncomfortable as the seed a washed his throat. His throat convulsed wildly as he took the seed down, filling his gullet.
"Whewwwww," Sandoval expelled appreciatively as his cock spasms reduced and the last spurts of cum hit Logan's throat.
"Mmmmmmm," Logan held tight to Sandoval and proceeded to slurp and lick the spent cock clean.
Sandoval chuckled. "Not bad," he ruffled Logan's hair, "not bad at all." But nothing compared to what Sandoval wanted to do to Captain Deakin's placid face and hit hot little ass!
"Ok," Elliot Stabler barked distastefully, "you asked me over to lay this shit on me?"
Hawk nodded cooly holding Stabler's gaze.
"This is some fuckin' bullshit!" Stabler scoffed with a distasteful scowl across his face.
"Elliot," Hawk offered calmly, "your hot little piece came home with me....willingly," he added just to jibe him.
"When?" Elliot hissed. Hawk was a fuckin' ass-hole but this....this...."When?" He repeated a bit more strongly.
Hawk shrugged, "about three or four weeks ago." Hawk lifted his arm and took a heavy drag from his cigarette, Elliot, I'm sorry....."
"Sorry my ass," Elliot lifted an arm and jabbed toward him. "This is some bullshit you've concocted to get a piece of Brian's ass!" He accused bitterly.
"You're wrong," Hawk shook his head in denial. If Elliot only knew, Hawk glanced at Eliot's large basket. If Stabler only knew. Hawk shifted in his seat a bit.
Elliot abruptly jumped from his seat and paced a bit in frustration.
"Elliot," Hawk pressed evenly, "he offered up his pretty little ass willingly."
Elliot lunged for Hawk and hauled him up out of his chair by a tight grip on Hawk's collar. "Shut the fuck up!" he snarled through gritted teeth.
"Beat the shit out of me if you want," Hawk offered flatly, "but it won't change what I'm telling you."
"You piece of........" Elliot threw him back against the wall right behind the chair. Hawk neither flinched or winced from the rough contact against the plastered wall. "No!" Elliot abruptly let go of Hawk, who slumped a bit back down on his chair. "This is crap!" He marched toward the door, kicking another chair out of his way. "I don't know what the fuck game you're playing Hawk, but," Elliot yanked open the door, "fuck off!"
The force of the door closing jarred some pictures upon the wall. Hawk chuckled. Elliot always had been a jealous bastard. It wouldn't be long before this twink Cassidy was out of the picture and Elliot was fucking his ass raw on a regular basis.
Ed Green entered his apartment and tossed his keys upon a stand near the door. Walking through to the kitchen, he went to the 'fridge' and pulled our a bottle of beer. Twisting it open, he wandered back into the living room and plopped down on a recliner. Raising the rim of the bottle to his lips, he gulped down some of the brew. The vibration of his cell phone made him frown but he nonetheless withdrew the cell from his shirt pocket and read the number of the incoming call. He thanked God it wasn't the precinct calling him back in.
"Yeah," he greeted as he switched it on.
"Ed," Dale Robinette's voice carried through the line. "The guys and I are setting up another poker night and we thought you'd like to be in."
Green grinned understanding perfectly what Robinette's poker nights entailed. "Yeah," he murmured gazing at the bottle in his hand. "Count me in."
"Great bro'," Robinette pleasantly replied. "You owe me another round."
He reminded.
"Yeah bro'," Green grinned. "That I do."
"I'll let you know more of the details when I have it all arranged."
"Cool," Green nodded. "Later bro',"
"Later," Robinette offered before the line disconnected.
Green took another swill from his bottle. "Great," he expelled in satisfaction. But what was he going to do in the mean time?
Salazar jumped up from his couch at the sound of the rap against his door. He frowned. He wasn't expecting any company...and Rey no doubt was tied up with his family. Salazar walked to the door, "yeah?" he called through the door..
"Pizza delivery," a muffled voice responded.
Pizza? He hadn't ordered any pizza. "Wrong apartment," Salazar barked back irritably.
"Don't think so sir," came the muffled voice again. "This #110? You a mister Salazar?"
"Yeah," fuck, either a crank order by some teens or an incompetent delivery guy. "Just a minute," Salazar irritably returned as he undid the chain and twisted the dead bolt. He swung back the door. "I'm telling you I didn't...." Salazar stopped the minute he took in the familiar figure leaning heavily against the frame.
Rey Curtis grinned, holding up a box of pizza and a twelve pack clutched under one arm. "Definitely your order sir," he lifted the free hand to his lips, muffling out his voice again.
"Rey, man," Salazar grinned, "what the fuck you doing here?"
"Couldn't miss out on this important date with you babe," he murmured.
Salazar colored a bit but drew him into the apartment. "Come in....babe," he uttered thickly.
"Pizza and beer don't count as much on our first official date....but," he sheepishly grinned.
"Date?" Salazar frowned uncomfortably.
"Yeah," Rey bent and lightly moved his lips across Salazar's, "date baby. Just you and me. Alone. Romance, sex, whatever," he lightly caressed Salazar's cheek with his free hand, "just you and me."
Salazar colored again and Rey chuckled at his lover's embarrassment. "Where should I put these?" He indicated the beer and pizza. Salazar reluctantly dragged his gaze from Rey's.
"In the kitchen." Salazar spluttered moving awkwardly to the small kitchen. He silently watched Rey place the pizza on the kitchen counter and then stash the beer in his 'fridge.
Rey closed the refrigerator door and turned to look at Salazar leaning against the doorway leading back into the living room. "Come here," he gruffly commanded.
Salazar silently walked to him and Rey caught him within his arms and roughly moulded Salazar against his own hard muscular frame. His lips roughly parted Salazar's and his tongue swept within Salazar's mouth possessively. Salazar murmured low as he returned the savage kiss, grinding his hips in return against Rey's. Rey was pleased to feel Salazar's constraining boner mesh with his own. Rey finally pulled away from Salazar with a heavy breath.
"Now," he murmured, cupping Salazar's strong cheeks bones within his hands, holding his lover's gaze hotly. "That's the way two people in love should kiss."
It kind of scared Salazar how freely Rey had used the word love already last night, but to hear it from his lips again. He doubted Rey really was ready to hear Salazar admit just how much he'd fallen in love with his buddy.
"Hungry?" Salazar nervously looked at the pizza box.
"For you," Rey murmured as he roughly pressed his lips against Salazar's again. Salazar moaned, parting his lips, roughly flecking his tongue against Rey's as he ran his hands up to entwine his fingers into Rey's short trimmed hair. Rey in turn lowered his hands down across Salazar's muscular back to roughly cup and mould Salazar's bubble butt against his palms and fingers.
"Mmmmm," Rey murmured between kisses, "love you baby."
"Mmmm hmmm," Salazar returned swept up in the fire Rey always stoked within him. But, in the back of Salazar's mind, a small voice murmured, 'if Rey only knew. If Rey only knew'
Brian Cassidy was stepping down the stairwell in the Stabler house when the front door roughly swung open. Brian smiled at the sight of Elliot but his smile slipped at the tense stance of the man standing within the door frame. Elliot's gaze was wicked and intense up him. Cassidy gripped the railing a bit tighter and frowned.
Something was wrong. Something had really set Elliot off. "Elliot?" Cassidy racked his brain trying to determine if there was something he had done to stir his lover's ire. "Babe," he ventured cautiously, "is something wrong?"
Elliot was breathing hard, his pecs puffing out with each breath. His tight grim face revealed nothing. Elliot stepped within the house and swung the door closed with such force the pictures on the wall shook a bit.
"Damn right there's something wrong." Elliot hissed. Cassidy shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. Elliot walked purposefully to the bottom of the stairwell. Cassidy felt a wave of intimidation despite being several steps above Stabler and being able to look down at the otherwise taller man.
"Elliot...."
Stabler stepped up on the first step and roughly grabbed Cassidy by the collar of his shirt. For a brief moment Cassidy was afraid that Elliot was going to strike him but instead he roughly pulled Cassidy against his body. Cassidy jerked a bit at the rough contact and frowned again. Elliot's hot breath fanned his face. The scent of mint assailed Cassidy.
Brian knew Elliot enough to register the scent from his lover's penchant for 'Tic Tacs.'
Cassidy desperately sought for a reason to explain Stabler's strange mood. "Babe, 'bad day at the office?"
"The worst," Elliot's lips turned into a sneer.
Cassidy colored awkwardly. "Elliot, have I done something...."
"Its what you're going to do." Elliot crisply cut off.
"Elliot," Brian tried to smooth, "if I did something to ...."
Elliot clamped his lips over Cassidy's. Cassidy was willing to respond feeling relief in the intimacy, but Stabler's kiss was brutal and hard. He ground his lips against Cassidy's, his teeth roughly biting Cassidy's lower lip.
Elliot lifted his head a bit and lowered his hands to Cassidy's waist. Cassidy licked his lip and tasted the salt iron flavor of blood.
"Baby," Cassidy demurred gently, "go easy."
"Don't tell me what to do." Elliot snapped. Brian blinked in surprise.
"You belong to me!" Elliot raged.
"Yeah baby," Cassidy cooed gently winding his hands around Elliot's tense neck.
"You belong to me," Elliot growled a second time, primarily to hear out loud himself. Elliot stiffly unwrapped Cassidy's arms from his neck and ripped open his shirt, popping shorn buttons in the air. His bare chest was heaving with his powerful breaths as he roughly yanked at the belt of his slacks and slipped it forcefully from the loops. The belt was thrown over the side of the railing to fall on the hard wood floor. Next came the fly of Elliot's slacks. Without benefit of fully removing them, he tugged the fly open and hauled out his red hard cock from his boxers.
Cassidy watched a bit in awe, desperate to touch the cock he loved so much but uncertain due to his lovers fowl mood. Cassidy started when Elliot gripped his shirt and ripped it completely from his smooth torso. Cassidy would've helped Elliot with his pants, but the man was already yanking them down on his hips. Cassidy's own hard cock sprung free. Cassidy went to touch Elliot but Stabler pushed him back down upon the steps and yanked his legs up wide, with a grasp on each of Cassidy's ankles. The pants stretched uncomfortably between his legs and Cassidy tried to coerce Elliot to let him slip them fully off.
Elliot grunted purposefully with one objective in mind and yanked Cassidy's legs a bit higher as he pressed his knees against the lip of the step where Cassidy's up turned bubble butt was poised. The position was uncomfortable for Cassidy, the lips of the steps cutting into his back. Elliot looked down at the pinioned Cassidy with a sensual smug grin.
"Mine," he growled as he bent his knees a bit and powerfully drove the entire length of his cock between Cassidy's pulsing ass lips.
"Ughhh," Cassidy grunted at the force as his back cut more painfully against the steps.
Elliot drilled his pelvis against Cassidy's upturned cheeks, inching his shaft deeper within the slick convulsing chute.
"Mine," he repeated almost as in a mantra. "Mine!" He withdrew his cock until only the bulbous cap was caught between the pursed suctioning lips and roughly slammed home again. Cassidy's body shook upon the steps, his back chafing against the lips of the stairs.
Elliot gyrated his hips stirring his pulsing rod against Cassidy's clinging pink rectum muscles. Cassidy worked his butt muscles with his lover. No matter the discomfort of his position, he wanted his lover's shaft up his tight hole more than anything.
Elliot withdrew again and slammed back within harder.
"Ughhh," Cassidy grunted, gritting his teeth as he gripped the railing with one hand and braced the other against the wall for support.
Again and again Elliot rocked back and forward, setting a powerful rhythm of thrusts. Cassidy winced briefly as the back of his head banged against a step. However he clung his rectum to Elliot's hard driving shaft throughout the assault.
"You........," Elliot panted powerfully with each deep stroke, "this.......belongs........to.......meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" His grip on Cassidy's ankles was raw as he moved his hands around the sensitive flesh with each buck and thrust. His hard butt cheeks dimpled and tensed with each forward movement. His balls hit against the step below the flushed bubble ass while Cassidy's rolled and plopped atop the step his butt rested upon.
"Mnmph," Cassidy squeezed around the burrowing staff while he pushed his butt back against Elliot's slamming hips and pelvis.
"Yeahhhh," Elliot tugged Cassidy's legs wider, the material of the slacks taught between each leg. "My ass." Elliot grunted, his jaw set hard and his teeth grating. "My boy," Elliot pumped faster. "My lover!"
"Yeahhhhhhhh," Cassidy gasped between choked breaths, twisting his rectum walls around the throbbing cock, "I'm all......yours.......baby!" Cassidy bit his lower lip as the thrusts gradually became rougher and deeper. "Mnmpg," Cassidy whimpered as Elliot stretched him wide open.
"I wanna.......here it........again!" Elliot commanded, his fingers digging into Cassidy's ankles, nearly cutting the circulation from Cassidy's feet. "Say it!" Elliot humped hard and fast, gyrating his muscular hips to get as deep as he could.
"I.....belong....to....youuuuuuuuuu," Cassidy wheezed shaking rapidly against the steps. "I'm.......all......yourssssssssssssss," Cassidy gritted his teeth still holding to and keeping up with Elliot's rapid fire pummels. The standing man was jack hammering the sweet tight ass that belonged to him!
"Yeahhhhh," Elliot twisted his head and threw it back, his face a contortion of exertion as the sweat sprayed from his face. "Mine!" Elliot's balls were tight and burning. He knew he was close and needed to really breed Cassidy's ass to finalize his possession of the other man's mind, body and spirit.
Cassidy's own cock bobbed awkwardly in rhythm to the gyrations of their entwined bodies. He was leaking pre-cum like a faucet, much of it drizzling down and pooling within his navel.
Elliot's back tensed and he rocked on his strained hips as his balls bubbled over in a hot rush. "Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he growled splattering Cassidy's tight quim with rushes of spoog. "Breed.......your.......asssssssssssssssssss." Elliot slid his hands from Cassidy's wrists to twist the fabric of his out stretched slacks. Cassidy felt his cock head bulge and gritted his teeth as he clamped his rectum around the pulsing shooting shaft.
"Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Elliot yanked the pants roughly up over Cassidy's ankles and threw them aside. His legs at least free, Cassidy wrapped them tightly about Elliot's waist and muscular hips.
"Give it to me baby," Cassidy hissed feeling the warm sticky spoog fill his chute.
"Take....it......allllllllll," Elliot's face twisted savagely as his cock churned free the last rush of spoog into Cassidy's hungry hole.
Elliot abruptly collapsed atop Cassidy in exhaustion. His breathing was ragged but slowly returning to normal. Cassidy wrapped his arms about Elliot and tightened his legs about his lover as well. Elliot inhaled sharply, relaxed at last and chuckled gently.
"Did I hurt you babe?" He lifted his head a bit and frowned at the blood on Cassidy's lower lip.
Cassidy smiled, "not much." He shrugged, running his hands low along Elliot's back and caressing his perspiration slicked hard glutes. "I was just afraid that you were going to break my wrists." He conceded, still feeling a slight pain in both.
Elliot gently licked the blood from Cassidy's lip with the tip of his tongue. "I'm sorry baby," he murmured pressing his sweaty forehead against Cassidy's.
"The stairs aren't the most comfortable place to make love," he teased. "What got in to you?"
Elliot lowered his head and rested it against Cassidy's shoulder. He made a face awkwardly at the question. "Just the usual shit from work," he explained vaguely. "I guess the murder and loss of innocence just got to me today." He swallowed down the dryness in his throat. "I just needed to know that I hadn't lost you," he admitted rawly.
"As if," Cassidy murmured, stroking Elliot's slick back with one hand, still rubbing his glute with the other.
Elliot stilled a moment in realization. "You didn't shoot." A pained look crossed his face as he pressed his face more firmly against the column of Cassidy's throat. "I....I...didn't mean to be so....selfish," he offered in a vulnerable tone.
"Its ok babe," Cassidy turned his head a bit and kissed the top of Elliot's head. "We can make up for it later."
"Yeah," Elliot nodded, "in bed....together." Elliot ran one of his hands low between them and gently touched Cassidy's semi-hard cock. He stilled his fingers as they touched Cassidy's freshly shaven pubes. "You...you shaved."
Cassidy felt the tension return to Elliot's body and feared his lover didn't like it. "Yeah," he confessed softly.
"Why?" The question was a bit sharp, perhaps accusatory.
"I....I did it for you." Cassidy frowned a bit. "I....I thought that you liked it that way."
"For me," Elliot released the tension and nodded. "For me," he repeated gently kissing Cassidy's throat. "Love you baby," he murmured softly.
"Love you back, stud." Cassidy grinned and clung to Elliot.
Elliot inhaled sharply and slowly rose, lifting Cassidy in his arms. "We need to get more comfortable," he said confidently. Cassidy looked his feet around Elliot as the man swung around and stepped back down to the hard wood floor. Elliot moved easily with Cassidy in his arms, his dick still inside of Brian's well fucked chute, toward the living room.
Rey and Salazar were seated upon his sofa, the TV blaring with a football game that was barely noted by either man. The pizza box rested upon the coffee table nearly empty and two beer bottles stood upright beside it.
Rey glanced at Salazar and grinned. "Not bad for a first date, huh babe?"
Salazar chuckled chewing on a bit of pizza. Salazar swallowed and lifted his beer to his lips to wash down the food. "First dates are great," Salazar spoke, lowering the bottle back to the table, "when they're pizza, beer, and.....you."
The two lovers held gazes warmly for several moments in silence until Rey broke the revere. "You've got some sauce on your face."
"Yeah?" Salazar made a face and lifted a hand to his cheek.
"Here," Rey slid closer and lowered his head until his tongue could swipe against Salazar's opposite cheek. "Mmmmmm," he murmured moving his lips from the now clean cheek to just above Salazar's lips. "Tastes good," Rey murmured rawly. "'Course," Rey gently stroked Salazar's lips with his own, "you always taste good."
Salazar opened his lips against Rey's and Rey deepened the kiss.
"Hmmmm," Salazar purred leaning back along the couch and pulling Rey atop him.
Rey slid his hands down beneath Salazar's butt and pulled Salazar's hips against his own. Their straining cocks meshed hotly beneath their jeans.
Rey stroked Salazar's inner cheeks with his tongue as he ground his hips roughly against Salazar's. Salazar wound his hands up along Rey's back and gripped him tightly. He twisted beneath Rey, their chests rubbing hotly as their hard cocks pulsed and pressed between their muscular thighs.
Rey lifted his lips a moment, "I want to be inside of you baby."
Salazar nodded, pulling Rey's head back down, hotly moving his lips against Rey's. Rey gripped Salazar at the waist and rose from the couch, lifting his buddy in his arms. Salazar wrapped his legs about Rey's waist and thrust his tongue against Rey's. They were breathing rapidly as Rey walked toward the hall leading to Salazar's bedroom. Salazar's hands stroked Rey's taut powerful back as Rey sauntered down the hall and kicked Salazar's bedroom door open with his foot.
The two men moved to Salazar's bed, still kissing hotly, tongues dancing a hot duel. Rey leaned over the end of the bed and rested Salazar down upon it, quickly covering his lover with his own muscular form. Salazar moved his lips against Rey's feeding from his lover's hot mouth as he tugged at the back of Rey's shirt, pulling it from the waist band of his jeans. His fingers splayed and moved against the bare brown muscular expanse of flesh in need while Rey continued to grind his hips and torso down upon Salazar pressing him into the soft mattress. Rey abruptly rolled onto his back pulling Salazar over atop him. Salazar moved his thighs against Rey's hard thigh muscles. A wet spot was expanding upon the end of the mound that was Rey's jean confined hard shaft. Rey slipped his hands down beneath the back of Salazar's waist band and slid his hands beneath the denim. His palms rubbed and caressed Salazar's hard dimpling glutes. Salazar's own hands were between their hard flat torsos fumbling with the buttons of Rey's shirt. When Salazar at last freed Rey's chest and stomach of the confines of the fabric his hands moved up along the ripped abs to mould and knead against the hard pecs. Rey slipped one hand free of Salazar's jeans and reached back awkwardly to fumble his hand against the bedside night stand.
"Mmmmmmm," Salazar murmured as the tip of his tongue traced the upper palate of Rey's hot feeding mouth.
Rey accidentally knocked over the alarm clock atop the night stand before awkwardly grasping the drawer handle and sliding it open. Rey gently chewed on Salazar's full lower lip as he fumbled his hand through the drawer, at last grasping the small foil square he sought.
"Hmmmmmmmmmm," Rey purred in satisfaction as he withdrew the foil packet and moved his arm back comfortably back down along his torso. He clutched the foil pouch in his tight fist as the fingers of the hand still warmly within Salazar's jeans skimmed low along Salazar's crack. Salazar wiggled his butt and tingled in anticipation as he felt the fingers burrow and stroked hotly along his pulsing ring.
Rey had been thinking about Salazar's hot ass all day and now he was going to drown his hot hard cock in the molten chute. And he knew that Salazar wanted just as badly, if not more than he did.
to be continued....