Chapter 10
Rupert moaned. He rested his chin on Pike's shoulder, his arms draped over the shorter man's back, clutching at him desperately. Pike was sitting on the bed, and Rupert was draped over his lap with his long legs on either side of his lover's body. Pike's strong hands were lifting and lowering him, his fingers squeezing the cheeks of Rupert's ass. It felt so good! The cock buried inside of him seemed to be hitting all of the right places, and Rupert couldn't help but shudder and whimper a little even as he sank his teeth into Pike's shoulder.
"Fuck," Pike growled when Rupert's teeth bit into his flesh. "Yeah!" He pulled Rupert down into his lap hard, and he cried out and arched his back.
Pike licked at the side of his neck, a long lap. "I'm gonna make you come from riding my cock," he ground out against Rupert's sweating skin.
Rupert shuddered. While he'd never yet come while they were actually having sex(Pike usually needed to finish him off with his mouth or hand), he believed what Pike said. Because this position was making the thick length buried inside of his body rub against that place that made bolts of lightning dance down his nerve endings. His own cock was twitching and leaking all over Pike's washboard stomach, pre-cum glistening on the skin. His fingers grabbed at the skin of Pike's back, feeling the muscles moving under it. He was close, so close...
It came. It washed over him like a tidal wave. He threw his head back and screamed: "Pike!" as his body jolted and jerked, and his cock began to spew his load all over Pike's stomach. He heard dark laughter against his skin, then a low groan as Pike went rigid and began to come inside of him. Or at least inside of the condom he was wearing...
Rupert collapsed atop Pike, panting and spent. Little ripples of pleasure continued to shock down his nerves, and he trembled a little with the intensity of that orgasm. He moaned breathily, his head resting on Pike's shoulder. Strong arms encircled his thin body, holding him close. "Told you I'd make you come with my cock," Pike's voice remarked in smug satisfaction.
He lifted his head a little, turning it a little. He blinked the sweat out of his eyes. "Sure think a lot of yourself, don't you?" he croaked hoarsely.
Pike grinned like a wolf. "Yeah. Because I know I'm just that good," he said, then kissed the end of Rupert's nose lightly. "You objecting?" he asked curiously.
"Can't say that I am," Rupert replied.
"Good. Let's get cleaned up. I'm starving," Pike slapped him on the ass briskly, making him yelp and glare.
Later, he stood at his stove making them breakfast. Pike was lounging on the couch in the living room, watching a sports program on his cable. Rupert might have objected to this laziness, but he'd had an example of Pike's cooking skills(or lack thereof) once already. Once had been enough. He preferred to do all the cooking, since he didn't care for ptomaine poisoning. Or breakfast Hot Pockets every morning...
He flipped a perfectly-cooked omelet out of the pan and onto a plate. His body hummed contentedly at him as he did so, still enjoying the aftermath of that bout of morning sex. Now that he'd gotten used to it, there was little to no residual discomfort anymore. To think that he'd been a virgin only two weeks ago! Since that time, he and Pike had had lots and lots of sex. At least three times a night, every night. Pike was insatiable, and Rupert couldn't seem to object. Whenever Pike touched him he was instantly ready to go.
He smiled to himself. He'd always imagined that his lover would be some romantic, tender, gentle man, not someone like Pike. His idea of romance was watching an action movie, drinking a beer, and groping Rupert all at the same time. He was sort of tender, in a rough kind of way. But gentle? Not so much. Pike wouldn't know gentle if it bit him in the ass.
Still, it was a very nice ass. And Rupert DID enjoy biting it! He grinned to himself, pouring more egg and veggie mix into the pan to make another omelet. His life had taken a strange turn lately, but he was thoroughly enjoying it.
He carried two plates into the living room, seeing Pike sprawled on his couch in all of his naked glory. He didn't like to wear clothes in the privacy of Rupert's apartment, and so far he hadn't come up with any good reasons why Pike shouldn't strut around his house bare-ass naked. He liked the view too much to really complain. He walked over and handed the plate to Pike, whose eyes were gleaming. "Mmm, eats," he said. "Smells good."
Rupert sat down next to him as Pike began to snarf the omelet on his plate. He ate more slowly himself, not really watching the program that Pike had been. Rupert didn't really have much interest in sports. "Do you have to leave soon?" he asked after awhile.
"Nah. Don't have to open the bar until like three o'clock. Even the die-hard drinkers don't start coming in until after two. You gonna come over this afternoon? We could eat up in Pike's Peak again, since it's your day off."
"I'd like that," Rupert replied.
"Come on over whenever you want, then. Give me a ring when you're on your way."
"Okay. Umm...Pike?"
"Yeah?" Pike set the now empty plate on his lap and glanced sideways at Rupert.
"Are you...good? I mean, with this?" Rupert waved his hand vaguely at himself and his apartment.
One of Pike's dark brows lifted a little. "Sure, why wouldn't I be?" he asked, tilting his head as he looked Rupert straight on now.
Rupert shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, this isn't what you're used to, so..."
"Well, it's not what you're used to, either. Bet you never dated a guy like me before this. But you're good, aren't you?" Pike asked brusquely.
"Yes, I am," Rupert said simply.
Pike nodded. "Well, then, there ya go. Don't sweat it, Rupert," he added, slapping him on the knee briskly with one hand.
He felt warmth flow through him. His knee was rubbing against Pike's, and that's all the contact that he needed right now. As long as Pike wasn't getting tired of him...that was his one worry. That Pike would move on soon, that he'd grow bored with Rupert and dating and having sex with only one guy, and just go his merry way. That would hurt. It would hurt a lot. But one part of him wished that it would happen soon if it was going to happen, so that he wouldn't get in too deep. If he wasn't already...
The red-haired bartender grunted a greeting when Rupert walked through the door of the bar that afternoon. "Is Pike here?" Rupert asked him.
The redhead nodded. "He's upstairs," he replied shortly, his hands busy with lining up bottles behind the bar.
"Okay, thanks."
Another grunt. Rupert hefted the picnic basket that he'd brought and went toward the back stairs leading up to Pike's apartment on the second floor. He found the place empty, though; so he went over to the door in the far wall, which led to the roof of the building. He opened it and walked up the stairs, careful with the basket.
On the roof, he found Pike staring down at his rooftop garden, smoking a thin black cigarette and prodding the soil with the toe of one square leather boot. Rupert paused in the doorway to stare at his lover, amazed once again that he was going out with this man. How different Pike was from his dream lover! He was wearing a rather ratty black t-shirt and worn black jeans, with a length of thin chain acting as a belt. The tattoos on his arms made it look like he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt. Rupert could see the black nose stud and two other of his facial piercings from where he was standing. And he knew that Pike had several more piercings under the shirt as well, including a bar through one nipple. He was such a contrast to Rupert himself, with his skin free of tattoos or piercings, his neat suits and short hair...it was like they were from two different worlds entirely.
Which they were, all things said and done. He felt uneasiness in the pit of his stomach at this thought, because that was at the heart of his fear that Pike would get bored with him soon. How could he not? They were too different!
Pike became aware of him standing in the doorway, and turned away from the garden patch. "Hey, Rupert," he said around his cigarette. "What'd you bring?" he nodded at the picnic basket in Rupert's hand.
"Umm, ham and roast beef sandwiches, your choice. Also, potato salad, coleslaw, homemade french fries, and baked beans. I got it all at that deli like the last time."
"Great. Good food. Come up on the tower," Pike jerked his head at the original Pike's Peak, and Rupert went with him. "Nice day today," Pike grunted. "Sunny but with a breeze. And the smog's not too bad."
Rupert had to agree that it was a nice day. He set the basket on the floor of the tower and opened it, fussily setting out all of the food while Pike sank down cross-legged and watched him with faint amusement. He pulled at the black cigarette, blowing the nasty smoke out in a thin stream. The white tips of his mohawk blew in the little breeze. He looked like some kind of feral cat, his eyes half-lidded.
Rupert held an empty plate in his hand. "Ham sandwiches or roast beef, Pike?" he asked.
"Beef. It's what's for dinner," Pike remarked around his cigarette.
"I agree with that. I'd do Sam Elliot," Rupert mused as he set a couple of roast beef sandwiches on the plate.
"Isn’t he old now?" Pike asked in a leisurely voice.
Rupert nodded. "Sure. But I'd still do him. He's fine."
Pike snorted. "You have a thing for old guys, Rupert?"
A select few old guys, yes. Come on, Pike. Admit that there's at least one older guy that you think is hot."
Pike considered his words, then shrugged. "Sure," he drawled. "Liam Neeson. That guy's sixty. And he's still pretty hot, I have to admit."
Rupert pointed a triumphant finger at him. "See? Told you so!"
"Yeah, you win, Rupert. Now let’s eat."
A/N: Reviews for our boys, anyone? Pretty please? -DL
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