L. A. Mischief by P. A. Brown Page B

lips, sliding his stiff tongue past his teeth and tangling with his tongue. Then he trailed his hot wet mouth down Chris’s collar bone, tracing the outline of one nipple. With excruciating slowness he circled the rapidly hardening nub, only to move off it to the next one.
    Chris would have ignored David’s injunction but David used the weight of his body to hold Chris in place. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything but endure as his desire mounted and he thought he was going to die of need.
    David’s mouth moved lower, tasting and licking every inch of his tight, vibrating body. Chris mindlessly thrust his hips up, blindly seeking release. He threw his head from side to side, fighting for breath, a low whine rising in his throat. His body was so tense he heard his muscles creak.
    David shoved his legs open. Then he slipped to the end of the bed and took Chris’s foot in his hands. He wrapped his lips around his big toe, sucking it gently then moving on to slather each of his toes with hot saliva. He used his stiff fingers to knead his soles and his heel, replacing his fingers with his tongue and his teeth.
    “David...” Chris broke through his self-imposed silence. But David had his own agenda. He ignored his plea and continued his painfully slow ascent, pausing to slake his thirst on each dimple of flesh and knobby joint.
    David’s tongue slipped between his balls and stroked his hole. Chris lost it. He cried out and moaned David’s name, thrashing on the bed. When David reared up over him he opened his legs and welcomed his assault. This time it was David who lost his tightly wound self-control as he slammed his latex covered cock up Chris’s hole, filling him with one savage thrust. He levered himself above Chris and rocked into him. Chris met him thrust for thrust. He began grunting out Chris’s name and his thrusts grew erratic, as his control abandoned him. Then the only sound in the small bedroom was the sharp slap of sweating flesh and their moans.
    David rammed his mouth down on Chris’s. His tongue delved into his hot mouth, wrestling with his tongue, lapping at his teeth. He gripped his hips so hard he left dimple bruises on his hips. Chris could feel David’s orgasm mounting. He wrapped his legs around David’s hips, thrusting up to meet his out of control movements.
    Suddenly David froze. He cried out and thrust one more time, burying himself up Chris’s gut, his cock throbbing in release. He collapsed on top of Chris, who held him in trembling arms. David pressed his open mouth above Chris’s Adam’s apple. Then he reached down and gripped Chris’s cock and pumped it furiously.
    Chris shouted David’s name and came, splashing hot come across David’s fist and his stomach. David collapsed, rolling at the last minute to take his weight off of Chris. He stripped his condom off and threw it in the bedside waste receptacle and rolled off the bed, coming back moments later with a damp towel which he used to wipe them both down. Then he settled back on the bed, folding Chris into his arms, nuzzling his damp chest.
    “Jesus,” Chris inhaled David’s deliciously familiar scent. “Tell me why we stopped doing this.”
    David rubbed his hip, smoothing away the marks he had put in his skin. “Because we’re not compatible.”
    Chris folded his arms around David’s broad shoulders. He nuzzled the skin above David’s heart. “This is so not compatible. We should have tried this earlier.”
    A rumble of laughter rolled through David’s chest. “I thought we did.”
    Chris grew serious. “Did we really try, though?”
    “I thought we did,” David said softly. “Are you saying we didn’t?”
    “I’m saying I don’t know.” He rose on one elbow and stared down at David. “Do you love me, David?”
    David nodded. “Since the first time I told you.”
    “Then why can’t we make it work?”
    “I... I don’t know. Do you want to make it work?”
    “I’m willing to try, if you