Semi Precious Weapons (2 page)

Instantly the cabbie barked in a thick accent, "You can't smoke in here!"

Jason rolled down the window and squeezed his shoulders through to exhale. He wrapped his legs around Chris to keep him anchored. In panic that clinging to his legs would prove insufficient, Chris held Jason's corseted waist. Chris bit his bottom lip. He hadn't noticed the corset before. Now that his fingers explored the boning, he found it impossibly sexy.

"Hey, you get back in here!" the cabbie yelled.

"I'm smoking. You said I couldn't do that in there." Jason tightened his legs around Chris in reaction to his roaming hands.

Reaching under Jason's satin jacket, Chris found his nipples bare and hard. He pinched them.

Jason threw his head back outside of the cab and howled. "
Awooo
!"

Chris wedged his fingers between the corset and Jason's skin and tugged. "I'll give you something to howl about. Get back in here."

Dropping the roach, Jason slithered back inside the cab and wrapped around Chris so they were nose-to-nose. His breath smelled headily of pot and the vanilla of MAC lipstick. Chris grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him deeply, tasting traces of champagne.

In the back of his mind, Chris could see Sebastian's flat-mouthed, disapproving face, but he didn't care. He'd never been this close to a creature of beauty or intrigue.

The cabbie cleared his throat but otherwise ignored them, focusing intently on driving. Within minutes, they were at the Ritz. A doorman opened the cab and Chris stepped out, offering his hand to Jason. He could only imagine what he looked like given how Jason's lipstick smeared down his chin to his neck.

After Jason stepped out, the bellboys stepped back, some looking annoyed and others with hungry expressions, measuring every inch of the willowy blond. Whatever Jason had, it either fascinated or repulsed the people around him. No middle ground.

Jason had a beat to his stride. His long legs almost crossed, his well-heeled steps fell in a perfect line, and his hips swayed just above camp. He gave Chris his arm, and they walked in like a couple.

Jason steered him to the elevators. Once their backs were to the lobby, he produced an enveloped room card, read the number and slipped it back into his pocket. The elevator doors dinged; a couple of surprised tourists stared wide-eyed at Jason, who responded with a hair flip. He punched the button and then pulled Chris close, kissing him again, holding the collar of his shirt.

They tripped out of the elevator and then stumbled out. Jason dragged him by his shirt, stopping to reengage the kiss. They banged down the hall, kicking over room service trays.

Jason pinned Chris to the wall next to the door and kissed him again as he expertly keyed open the lock. When the door opened, he pulled him into a suite elegantly appointed with a mahogany writing desk, a couple of overstuffed brocade lounging chairs, and a huge bed with enough pillows for a civilization.

Chris eyed the bed longingly, but Jason pulled him into the bathroom as he shrugged out of his satin jacket. Beneath was a long-line peach leather corset laced tightly around his svelte torso.

Jason splayed his fingers along the laces. "
Gaultier
."

"That's nice. I want to see what's under it."

"You know what's under it. We all look the same naked, don't we? Genetics make us troublingly the same, but fashion helps us express who we are."

Chris wanted to point out most fashion was mass-produced, but then, he'd never seen anything like what Jason wore. "I like all of it."

"Oh, good answer." Jason sat on the closed toilet, posture painfully straight as the corset wouldn't allow for anything else. He spread his long, spangled legs.

Chris dropped to his knees. From this angle, he could see the details of Jason's white and silver leather knee-high boots: pointed toes, a silver-cap heel, and a flash of hot pink on the sole.

Jason smiled. "They're McQueen."

"Don't care." The sequins scraped Chris's palms as they skimmed Jason's inner thighs.

Jason drew his leg back and tapped Chris's nose with the toe of his boot. "McQueen is the King. You must show him proper reverence. He's gone now. Who knows when we'll see that kind of genius again?"

"I'm more interested in your genius." Chris's cock strained against his tight jeans. He quickly unbuttoned the fly, letting the loose fabric fall to his hips.

"
Mmm
eager. I like that." Jason ruffled Chris's hair with a gloved hand and then pushed his face to his boot. "Reverence, my love. Kiss them."

Chris blushed. He'd never been asked to do such a thing, but Jason made him desperate. He pressed his lips to the butter-soft leather with its distinctive scent of expensive tanning.

Jason purred, a sound coming from somewhere deep in his throat. "There's a start. But show me how much you love my boots."

Chris didn't have much of a taste for boots, but he would do anything to inspire another purr. He dragged his tongue over the leather, mouthing the ankle. Nuzzling the shin, he pulled Jason's ankle to his shoulder and flicked his tongue on the shaft.

Jason moaned as if the leather were his own skin. As his corset had no give, he had to hold the toilet seat to keep from falling off. He gazed at Chris lustily, his mascara and carefully applied powder running from perspiration.

Grabbing the tiny metal hook, Chris pulled the zipper down slowly, watching Jason to see if he objected. Instead, he helped him wiggle the boot off, leaving bent sequins and a well-manicured foot.

Normally Chris was indifferent to feet, but
these
feet, with their lurid red toenails and soft, white skin, begged for worship. He sucked the big toe first, swirling his tongue like it was the tip of Jason’s cock. It still smelled of leather and tasted salty. As Chris dragged his tongue along the underside of his toes, Jason groaned, arching his back and grabbing the counter to keep from falling off the toilet.

Jason drew up his other leg to unzip its boot and kick it off. It landed on the marble with a thump. Chris turned his attention to the newly exposed foot, sucking all of the toes in at once, teasing them with his teeth. Jason seemed to be regaining his composure and held himself up with shaking arms, the lithe musculature coming to sharp attention. He fucked Chris's mouth with his toes pointed.

Chris steadied the thrust by grabbing Jason's calf, and when he'd had enough of being force-fed, he pushed his calf up, kissed down the sole, and sucked on his heel.

Arousing as Jason's helpless gasps were, Chris wanted to see more skin. Dropping Jason's leg, he fisted the sequined pants at his hips. As he suspected, the sequins of his pants were strung together by elastic and, with some assistance from Jason, he pulled them off. Beneath, Jason wore a wisp of a g-string, probably there to keep his cock from getting scraped by the metal sequins. Tangling his hand in the elastic, Chris snapped the fabric off with a decisive yank. Jason gasped. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened, then darkened with lust as Chris began to kiss upward from his inner ankle.

He was so sensitive to every movement, every touch. Chris ate up every whisper and moan, making his way up Jason's leg, licking and sucking behind his knees. He teased himself thinking about how Jason's gorgeous, long, pink cock sprung forward when Chris freed it from the constraints of the g-string. There had been so much
fashion
going on that Chris couldn't tell how big Jason was. He gazed at it as he kissed up Jason's inner thigh, admiring how thoroughly he'd waxed not only his milky white legs, but his balls and what had to be at least seven inches of cut, hard cock.

Chris stopped at the crux of Jason's inner thigh to suck hard, leaving vulgar
hickies
. He wanted to leave evidence of being there, wanted to see the perfection of Jason's body with his brand. Each time Chris did it, Jason curled his hand into a fist and bit it. With each scrape of teeth, Jason widened his legs and tilted his hips up to touch the newly marked skin reverently.

Chris hooked Jason's knees over his shoulders and then pressed his face against the hairless balls. He was careful not to pull them too hard, just mouth them, tease them with his tongue. He turned his head to the side, letting them drop from his lips as he noisily sucked the base of Jason's cock sideways. Jason tried to move, tried to position himself for what he wanted sucked, but his corset left him immobile, which turned Chris on more than he thought was possible without coming.

Jason readjusted his legs which causing his torso to lower and drew Chris's attention to his cock. Chris caught the tip between his lips, reveling in the saline taste, his distinctive masculine scent mixed with talc. Chris loved sucking cock and had been dying to suck Jason's since he'd first laid eyes on him. Now he had it lodged in his mouth, and he craned his neck, building anticipation by taking it slow.

Chris shoved his y-fronts down and grabbed his own dick. Feeling the hair on his balls, he fretted Jason might not be as into his bits, but the thought passed quickly as he stroked himself and sucked Jason down.

Jason grabbed the back of Chris's head, pushing him further down until he gagged. He spat his cock out for a moment, then went back for it greedily. He moaned as Jason pushed his head down again, loving the way his loud sucking echoed in the bathroom made their luxurious setting feel sleazy.

Adjusting his legs on Chris's shoulders, Jason lifted his hips so that Chris faced his bleached, hairless, clenched hole. The men Chris had been with before were experienced; all he had to do to relax them was stroke their openings with his tongue or finger and wait. Jason's remained stubbornly closed no matter how Chris tried to coax it open.

It behaved like a virgin hole whether it was or not, and the idea Jason could be fresh territory left Chris breathless with anticipation and almost frozen with lust. Either way, he didn't want to play with a hole this tight in a confined space. He gathered Jason up with his arms around his back and bent forward, fishing lube and condoms out of his pocket before standing. Chris kicked out of his jeans and underpants and then carried Jason to the bedroom, where he dropped him onto the fluffy bed. Jason bounced and flailed to clear the pillows.

"On your knees." The command in Chris's voice surprised him. He pulled off his shirt as Jason arranged himself on all fours, leaning forward on his elbows and pushing his plush-for-a-skinny-boy ass up to reveal his petal pink hole.

It occurred to Chris that he’d thought Jason had been in New York for a while without reason. Jason couldn't be much older than Chris, if he was older at all. The realization empowered him, making him feel less of a
newb
. He slapped Jason's ass and moaned. Jason tucked his face into his elbow.

Spreading Jason's legs, Chris licked his fingers before slapping the hole a couple of times, watching it pale and then redden at the sting. The band of muscles remained stubbornly tense. Spreading his saliva around Jason's hole, he carefully dipped a finger in. Tight. Almost impossible to move.

"Jason?"

"Yeah?" His voice was muffled as his face was pressed against his arm.

"Have you done this before?" After a long pause, at least three long breaths’ worth, Chris stilled his finger.

The lack of motion prompted an immediate response from Jason. "Of course."

The answer didn't ring true, especially after the long silence. As exciting as was the idea of having Jason first, he would not push him into it.

"Are you sure?"

Again, a long silence followed by Jason's clipped response. "I think I'd know."

"You need to relax. Concentrate on opening up. It helps to breathe." Feeling some give in Jason's muscles, Chris advanced his finger up to the second knuckle and curled it forward to tease his prostate.

Jason shuddered and lost his balance. Chris pressed his free hand on his hip to keep his ass up. After a few loud breaths, Jason said, "That feels really good."

Chris pressed kisses around the wet hole, caressing the tender skin. Jason relaxed enough it only took a bit more saliva to slide in a second finger. Chris wondered if the fact that Jason was still a virgin had something to do with why Sebastian hated him. Supposedly Sebastian was straight, but rumor was that after a couple of beers, his closet bisexual nature asserted itself. Maybe Jason was a cock-tease.