Safe in His Arms (9 page)

trace of a lingering sadness in those dark eyes.

Russell touched his lips to Hank‘s as he recalled Hank‘s suffering the night before.

Hank, however, seemed fully recovered, or at least he‘d put his armor firmly back in

place. He responded by parting his lips and thrusting his tongue into Russell‘s mouth.

Lust overrode thought as they kissed. Russell rolled over, trapping Hank beneath

him. He could feel the nudge of Hank‘s cock against his stomach. They kissed hungrily,

hands roaming each other‘s bodies.

After a while, Russell pulled back and leaned up, staring down at the younger man,

whose eyes were glittering, his lips shiny and parted. Russell reached with both hands

for Hank‘s arms, which were lying at his sides, and closed his fingers gently around the

wrists. His eyes still on Hank‘s, he drew Hank‘s arms up slowly until they were

extended on either side of his head along the pillow.

Hank didn‘t resist him, nor did he take his eyes off of Russell. As always happened

when Russell gave rein to his dominant fire, he felt its power like a live thing moving

inside him. He gripped Hank‘s wrists tighter and lowered his head to kiss him again.

He kissed Hank‘s eyelids and his cheekbones. He slid his tongue along the raspy

curve of Hank‘s jaw. Still holding Hank‘s wrists against the pillows, Russell lowered his

head farther and lightly bit Hank‘s neck, feeling the pulse of his jugular vein with his

tongue and lips.

Hank shuddered beneath him but made no effort to pull away. ―Please,‖ he

whispered raggedly.

―Please what?‖ Russell murmured. He could feel Hank‘s erection trapped beneath

him.

―I don‘t know,‖ Hank said. ―I don‘t understand what‘s happening.‖

―You don‘t have to understand. Just experience it. Go with it.‖ Russell pulled

Hank‘s arms higher. ―It‘s what you need.‖

―Yes.‖ The sibilant hiss of heartfelt longing sent a jolt through Russell‘s cock.
Slow

down, slow down
, he admonished himself. It was clear Hank was new to giving it up like

this. He didn‘t want to push him too far, too fast.

―I‘m going to let go of your wrists now, but don‘t move, okay? Keep your arms

over your head and don‘t try to do anything but take what I give you, understood?‖

Russell waited, half-expecting Hank‘s former arrogance and swagger to reassert itself,

but Hank just nodded and closed his eyes.

Russell let go of his wrists and moved down until his face was level with Hank‘s

groin. Hank‘s cock was thick and straight, and hard as bone. It was hot to the touch.

Russell stroked it with his hands a while, teasing a drop of pre-cum from its tip. He ran

his thumb over the slit, smearing the pre-cum down over the silky taut skin.

Hank moaned and shifted. ―Stay still,‖ Russell reminded him. Leaning up, he

briefly placed his hands over Hank‘s wrists again and pressed them into the pillows.

Satisfied, he put a hand on Hank‘s chest, pressing his palm against the smooth skin,

such a contrast to his own furry body. He could feel Hank‘s heart thumping beneath the

muscle and bone.

Still keeping one hand flat over Hank‘s heart, he lowered his head, taking the

crown of Hank‘s cock into his mouth. He teased at the sensitive skin with his tongue as

he took the length of the shaft into his throat. Hank groaned and arched upward. His

arms remained obediently overhead, his eyes still closed. Russell sucked, licked and

stroked him until Hank was shaking.

All at once Russell withdrew, letting Hank‘s heavy, shiny cock fall from his mouth.

―Not yet,‖ he said, his voice coming out throaty with lust. ―You have to earn it, Hank.‖

―Hey,‖ Hank protested, reaching for his own cock. ―I was
that
close. You can‘t stop

now.‖

Russell slapped Hank‘s hand away, watching the spark flare in Hank‘s eyes and

then die away as he stared Hank down. ―I can do what I want, Hank. You woke up the

hungry bear and now it‘s time to pay the price.‖ Russell smiled but he could feel the fire

raging inside. He leaned over Hank, trapping him beneath his body as he kissed him

again, laying claim to Hank‘s mouth and body with his touch.

When he couldn‘t wait another second, Russell rolled away from Hank to pull off

his jeans and underwear, which he tossed over the side of the bed. Hank was watching

him, his eyes naturally going down to Russell‘s groin. Hank‘s eyes widened as he stared

at Russell‘s cock and Russell couldn‘t suppress a grin. Guys had often told him he

should do porn movies, just based on the size of his cock. ―Don‘t worry, I‘ll be gentle,‖

he teased, though he meant it. ―Where‘re the condoms?‖

Hank jerked his head toward the night table beside Russell‘s side of the bed. Russell

pulled open the drawer and withdrew a packet, along with a tube of lubricant. He

rolled the condom in place and squirted some lube onto the latex, smearing it

generously over the head of his cock.

Russell lay beside Hank, rolling him to his side and nestling his cock between

Hank‘s ass cheeks. He wrapped his arms tightly around Hank, who leaned into him, his

body relaxing. Russell reached for Hank‘s cock and stroked it, while lightly pressing

against his nether entrance.

Hank mumbled something.

―What? Did you say something?‖

―I‘m a top.‖

―Not today.‖

Russell waited for the protest, but there was none forthcoming and he smiled to

himself.

He pulled back so he could replace the head of his cock with his fingers, relaxing

the muscles of Hank‘s tight hole. When he was satisfied Hank‘s body was ready, he

eased the head of his cock into position and pushed.

―Ah,‖ Hank said. ―Oh.‖ Russell wasn‘t sure from Hank‘s tone if Hank wanted him

to stop or continue, but when he pressed back against Russell‘s cock, the meaning

became clear.

Russell pushed slowly inside the tight, hot passage, adding his own groan of

pleasure. He moved carefully, giving Hank plenty of time to adjust to his girth. When

Hank began to thrust back against him, Russell wrapped his arms around him. Rolling

onto his back, he took Hank with him so that Hank now lay atop Russell on his back,

Russell‘s cock buried to the hilt inside him.

He reached for Hank‘s cock, palming it in his hand and stroking in time to his own

thrusts. Hank leaned back his head, searching for Russell‘s mouth with his own. When

they kissed, Hank‘s hand came up, cradling Russell‘s head in a gesture that nearly

undid Russell with its sweet intimacy.

They moved together, Russell rising up to meet Hank‘s downward thrust, the

pleasure exquisite, the rhythm primal, shutting down thought, obliterating language,

reducing them both to pure, sweating, pulsing lust.

When Russell felt the surge of his impending climax, he stroked Hank‘s cock faster,

cupping Hank‘s balls with his other hand. Their mouths were still locked in a kiss.

Hank began to shudder and spasm atop Russell, moaning against Russell‘s mouth as he

came.

Russell let himself go at the same moment, coming with such force his hips lifted

them both into the air for several seconds before he sagged heavily down, his heart

smashing against Hank‘s back. Releasing Hank‘s cock and balls, Russell held Hank

close as he rolled slowly over until they lay spooning on their sides, his cock still caught

in the sweet clutch of Hank‘s ass.

They lay still for a long time, until the sweat that had broken over them dried, and

the pounding of their hearts had slowed to a steady regular rhythm. Russell‘s cock had

slipped from Hank‘s ass, but he was too comfortable and spent to move.

After a time, during which Russell thought perhaps Hank had fallen asleep, Hank

said in a low voice, ―I was with a guy for a long time. All my life really, since I was

eighteen. We broke up last month.‖

Russell held Hank tighter in his arms. ―That‘s a long time to be with someone. You

must miss him.‖

Something changed in Hank‘s tone, his voice hardening. ―The bastard just walked

out after all I‘ve done for him. Hooked up with this dipshit he works with.‖

―Out of the blue? You had no idea what was going on?‖

―Well, I…that is, we kind of had this bet and…‖ Hank trailed off and Russell knew

there was a whole lot he wasn‘t saying. From the little he knew of Hank, he was willing

to bet good money Hank was not exactly the innocent, injured party in whatever had

gone down, but decided now wasn‘t the time to probe.

Instead he let go of Hank and rolled onto his back, putting his arms behind his

head. The summer sun was streaming through the large bay window. Russell sat up.

―Wow, I didn‘t realize it was so late. I meant to get to work early.‖

Hank lifted himself on one elbow. ―You have tricks this early on a Sunday

morning?‖ The sneer had returned to his voice.

Russell stared at him, locking eyes until Hank looked away. ―No,‖ Russell said in a

slow, even voice. ―I‘m apprenticing at a microbrewery. I‘m learning the business from

the ground up. The sex work is just a way to earn a living.‖

―Oh.‖ Hank absorbed this for awhile. He studied Russell and then said, ―I don‘t get

it. Why would you demean yourself by being a whore?‖

Russell pursed his lips in irritation. ―Where the fuck do you get off, judging me?

Have you forgotten how we met?‖ He waved his arm around the large bedroom. ―I

don‘t know how you make your money, but most of us actually have to work for a

living, my friend.‖ Russell swallowed and willed himself to relax. Rather than being

defensive, he‘d try to reach Hank, to teach him something new.

―First off, let‘s get our terms straight. I don‘t like the word whore, and I‘d thank you

not to use it again around me.‖

―But you sell that sexy ass to all kinds of men,‖ Hank retorted.

Russell lunged playfully toward Hank, but the smack he delivered to Hank‘s bare

ass made him yelp, as Russell had intended. They tussled for a few moments, with

Hank trying unsuccessfully to catch Russell in a wrestling hold. He was strong and

quick, but Russell had the advantage of weight and size.

They were both laughing by the time Russell pinned Hank to the bed, but he wasn‘t

ready quite yet to let the topic go. ―Let‘s get something straight, kiddo. I‘m a sex

worker. I provide a service. I give comfort, pleasure and attention to men who are

willing and happy to pay for it. In a lot of countries what I do is perfectly legal and

there‘s nothing demeaning about it.‖ He gave a small laugh. ―Not to mention,
you
pay

for sex on a regular basis. You‘re the one keeping the business you denigrate alive.‖

Hank snorted but had the grace to look embarrassed. ―Guilty as charged.‖

Russell swung his legs over the side of the bed. Hank stopped him with a hand on

his arm. ―Please. Please don‘t go. I know I can be kind of a prick sometimes. It‘s my

sense of humor but I guess it‘s not always so funny. I…I guess I‘m not used to being

around someone who puts me in my place. You‘re not like anyone I‘ve known before. I

mean anyone who would give me the time of day.‖ He barked a mirthless laugh.

―Look,‖ Hank continued. ―I guess I‘ve behaved like a jerk and I don‘t have a leg to

stand on, but please… How about some breakfast at least? Pauline‘s Diner down the

road delivers for me. It‘ll be here in thirty minutes. Meantime we can take a quick swim

in the pool to refresh ourselves? Okay?‖

Russell looked over at Hank, whose face had taken on the urgent, pleading

expression of a little boy fervently hoping for a new toy or that trip to the zoo. In a

quiet, humble voice, Hank added, ―Russell. I don‘t know how to say this. But last night.

The way you stayed…I‘m—I‘m not used to that. I‘m not used to being…cared for. I

want to say, even if you have to go now, well, I want to say…thank you.‖

Russ smiled. Something about this man continued to poke past his normal defenses.

He was a challenge, the outer bad boy image countered by the sad, conflicted man

beneath. Despite himself, Russell was intrigued.

―You‘re welcome.‖ He looked at his watch. ―I guess I can stay a little while longer.‖

~*~

The cool water felt good as Hank swam his laps. He was aware of Russell watching

him from the side of the pool and it made him swim harder and faster than he would

have if alone.

Russell had joined him at first and swum a few laps before climbing out. ―Too cold

for me,‖ he‘d said, wrapping his naked body in a large towel and settling himself on a

lounge chair.

Hank didn‘t remember a whole lot from the night before, but he knew he‘d made a

spectacle of himself, begging and pleading like a baby for Russell not to leave him

alone. He was embarrassed to think he‘d humiliated himself in that way, but thank god

Russell hadn‘t called him on it this morning.