Chapter 17
Strong arms held him close and cradled him as he wept. He distantly heard a voice saying discretely: "We're just going to get going, James. We'll see you later."
There were the general sounds of departure, and soon the sounds of his sobs were the only things in the silent room. And they were starting to trail off, as he began to recover from his bout of over emotionalism. James' arms rocked him, and a mouth was pressed into his hair. "It's all right, Ricky," James said softly into his ear. "It's okay. Let it all out."
He did. Finally he was spent; lying in James' arms limply, his head on James' shoulder. "I'm sorry," he mumbled hoarsely.
"For what?" the cop asked him above his head.
He raised his head, blinking stickily to clear his eyes of the remnants of his tears. He sniffled. "For losing it," he said.
James shook his head. "Everybody loses it once in awhile," he pointed out, as he reached up to run his thumb under Ricky's eyes to gather up the moisture there. "There’s no shame in it."
He sighed wearily. "Everybody was just so...nice," he murmured.
James chuckled softly. "Contrary to popular opinion, Ricky, gays don't eat babies for breakfast or cause tornadoes. Most of us aren't evil, really we're not."
"I know that," Ricky said indignantly.
James' lips lifted in a smile. He leaned forward and kissed Ricky softly on the mouth. "You're too cute like this, you know that?" he said when he pulled back again.
Ricky's brows drew together. "What do you mean?"
James shook his head. "Never mind."
Ricky became aware of the fact that the two of them were alone in the house. James' strong body was so close to his, so near...suddenly he felt a surge of lust so strong that it took his breath away. He found himself leaning forward, wanting to be closer to James.
"Ricky?" he heard the cop say above his head. He didn’t answer. His breath ghosted over the cop's throat, and he saw James swallow heavily. He leaned forward more, and set his lips to the pulse pounding in that throat.
James didn't move. He seemed aware that it wouldn't be wise, that he should just let Ricky do whatever he wanted to. Ricky's hands moved to catch the edge of the t-shirt that James was wearing, and he began to draw it upward. James cooperated, lifting his arms passively so that Ricky could pull the shirt off of him completely.
His chest was broad and fairly well-muscled, with a scattering of dark hair. It wasn't a girls' torso, no breasts or smooth skin, but the sight of it still made his breath catch. He licked at his lips, hungrily. Then his eyes lighted on the puckered pink scar on the lower right-hand side, and he gasped as he realized that this was the scar where the bullet had gone in. The bullet that James had taken to save Ricky's life. He whimpered deep in his throat, reaching out to run his fingers over that puckered pink ridge of tissue. His throat was threatening to close up. "My fault," he whispered forlornly.
James' fingers closed over his and drew them away from the scar. "It's all right, Ricky," he said. "I'm alive, and more importantly, you're alive, too. Which you wouldn't have been if I hadn't acted in the bank. I'll take a little scar over you dying, any day."
His eyes prickled with unshed tears. "James," he said hoarsely. Then he set both of his hands in the middle of that broad, strong chest. "Can I...touch you?" he asked, belatedly.
James chuckled softly. "I'd like nothing more than for you to touch me, in any way that you want, Ricky," he assured his boyfriend.
He nodded. His eyes focused on his hands, and he began to run them over that bronzed skin. He felt the hard muscles underneath, and the prickle of the coarse hair under his fingers. He was nearly holding his breath. Touching James wasn't like touching anyone else that he'd ever been with - and not just because James was male, not female. He was so excited he could barely breathe. Reaching a flat male nipple, he heard a sharply indrawn breath as his fingers ghosted over it.
Remembering how good it had felt when James had touched his nipples a few days ago, Ricky used his fingertips and thumb to gently stimulate one of James' nipples. The cop made a low sound in the back of his throat. "Does that feel good?" he asked.
"Really good," James husked.
Ricky smiled. He liked this. He liked making James feel good. He let his hands slide down, lower, toward the top of the jeans that James was wearing. His fingers were shaking as he went to work on the buckle; he was pretty nervous. But he was also determined. He was tired of being afraid. James was his boyfriend. This was what boyfriends did. He wanted to make James feel better and better. So he managed to get the buckle undone, and his trembling fingers pulled down the zipper on the jeans.
He revealed a pair of dark-blue boxers, with a heavy mound under the fabric. He stared at it, licking at his lips again. That was James' cock. He'd made it that way, with his touches. He felt proud and victorious, and he lifted his eyes to James'. "Stand up," he said hoarsely. "And take off your pants."
At this command, James' eyebrows shot up. But he also stood up immediately, and pushed his jeans and the boxers down off of his hips. Ricky felt his breathing falter as they slid away to reveal the first ever erect cock that he'd seen that wasn't his own or in a porn video. It was heavy-looking and sturdy, nestled in dark pubic hair over a substantial set of balls. He couldn’t take his eyes off of it. He'd made it this way, and he was causing the little twitches that made it jerk upward a bit as he stared at it. He reached out, blindly, wanting to feel it in his hand. He cupped it, and it felt like velvet over steel under his fingers and against his palm. He felt dizzy from lack of breath, and hauled in a shuddering gasp of air as he cradled his boyfriend's erect cock for the very first time.
He wasn't put off or scared. He'd worried that he might be, since he'd been straight up until now. But this was James. Any other guy's cock would have repulsed him, but not this one. This was just a part of the man that he...oh, God, he wasn’t even going to think that thought just yet. Instead he moved his hand a little, wanting to touch and to stroke. He heard a harsh breath being drawn above his head, as James appreciated his actions.
Now he was using both hands, fascinated by the feel of the cock jerking and twitching in his grip. His thumbs caressed over the head, which was leaking fluids heavily. Suddenly he had an urge so strong that he couldn’t deny it or shove it away, and he bent his head before he could even think of reasons why he shouldn’t do it. He extended his tongue, and licked at the tip of James' cock very lightly.
"Ricky," he heard his boyfriend groan in disbelieving pleasure above his head. He smiled secretly, like a satisfied cat. Hadn't expected that, had he?
Of course not, not from his jumpy, formerly straight boyfriend. Ricky felt a surge of excitement at being able to shock James like this. With a sigh, he bent over and opened his mouth. He wasn't afraid, not in the least. Just nearly dizzy with excitement over doing the forbidden.
It was in his mouth! The head of it was, anyway. It felt slick and hard on his tongue, and his lips had to stretch around it. His hands cradled the shaft, and he tasted the fluids on his tongue. He wanted to bob his head, to take it in further, but he already felt his gag reflex trying to kick in. He didn't want to choke on it; if he did the first time he tried, he might not ever want to do it again.
A sudden memory from a porno invaded his head. He knew exactly what to do then. He maneuvered the cock head sideways into his cheek, away from the back of his mouth. Now James would be able to push into his mouth and he wouldn't be in danger of gagging or choking. Now he could move his head awkwardly up and down, remembering blow jobs that his girlfriends had given him in the past. He felt fingers tangle in his hair, petting, though James said nothing in protest. he probably didn't want to break whatever spell that Ricky had fallen under that was making him do something he never would have before.
He fell into a trance, sliding his lips up and down the cock sinking into his cheek. It tasted so good, so right, in his mouth. He held the base lovingly in his hands, cradling it, while his mouth adored it. Fluids leaked over his tongue, and he swallowed in the back of his throat. He moaned, lowly, loving everything about this. He was a natural cock hound, something he was discovering about himself. He loved crouching in front of James, taking the length of hard flesh in, laving it with his tongue instinctively, licking and sucking. He loved the sounds that James made above his head, the way the fingers tightened in his hair, the instinctive shoves as James pushed himself forward into the welcoming mouth in front of him.
Then it was all over. James groaned loudly, and the cock in his mouth jerked and twitched on his tongue as it spurted. Ricky shuddered, feeling like he was going to come in his own pants right here and now just from sucking James' cock. He swallowed greedily, taking in all of that thick seed, letting it flow down his throat.
He fell back, licking his lips like a cat, staring up in a dazed fashion at James' handsome face above him. The cop's eyelids were lowered, and his mouth was slightly open. His fingers stroked over Ricky’s chin gently. "Well," he remarked on a growl. "That was unexpected."
Ricky couldn't speak. James leaned down and pulled him to his feet, and then James' mouth was on his. The cop kissed him hungrily, tasting his own fluids on Ricky's tongue. Ricky moaned and clung to him, still not fully coming down from the high he'd been on when he'd sucked James' cock.
Then the cop pushed him away, and before he could protest James knelt down in front of him and went to work on the front of his pants.
Ricky groaned as James pulled his cock roughly out of his underwear. The cop's eyes were hot as he went down on it, taking it in, creating suction. Ricky cried out, shuddering, watching as his lover sucked at him expertly. Oh, God, it felt so good! James' mouth was hot and wet, taking him in so tightly. His cock was already almost ready to burst after the blow job he'd given James. He rocked his hips, sinking his cock into James' mouth, shaking as he felt his balls drawing up. Then he was coming, crying out deliriously, flooding James' mouth with his semen. His legs threatened to buckle, and he felt strong arms catch him up and hold him as the aftershocks of his orgasm sparked through him in a glorious rush.
A/N: Unexpected, eh, that Ricky turns out to be a natural cock hound? :P Bet James appreciates that fact! Heh -DL
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Strong arms held him close and cradled him as he wept. He distantly heard a voice saying discretely: "We're just going to get going, James. We'll see you later."
There were the general sounds of departure, and soon the sounds of his sobs were the only things in the silent room. And they were starting to trail off, as he began to recover from his bout of over emotionalism. James' arms rocked him, and a mouth was pressed into his hair. "It's all right, Ricky," James said softly into his ear. "It's okay. Let it all out."
He did. Finally he was spent; lying in James' arms limply, his head on James' shoulder. "I'm sorry," he mumbled hoarsely.
"For what?" the cop asked him above his head.
He raised his head, blinking stickily to clear his eyes of the remnants of his tears. He sniffled. "For losing it," he said.
James shook his head. "Everybody loses it once in awhile," he pointed out, as he reached up to run his thumb under Ricky's eyes to gather up the moisture there. "There’s no shame in it."
He sighed wearily. "Everybody was just so...nice," he murmured.
James chuckled softly. "Contrary to popular opinion, Ricky, gays don't eat babies for breakfast or cause tornadoes. Most of us aren't evil, really we're not."
"I know that," Ricky said indignantly.
James' lips lifted in a smile. He leaned forward and kissed Ricky softly on the mouth. "You're too cute like this, you know that?" he said when he pulled back again.
Ricky's brows drew together. "What do you mean?"
James shook his head. "Never mind."
Ricky became aware of the fact that the two of them were alone in the house. James' strong body was so close to his, so near...suddenly he felt a surge of lust so strong that it took his breath away. He found himself leaning forward, wanting to be closer to James.
"Ricky?" he heard the cop say above his head. He didn’t answer. His breath ghosted over the cop's throat, and he saw James swallow heavily. He leaned forward more, and set his lips to the pulse pounding in that throat.
James didn't move. He seemed aware that it wouldn't be wise, that he should just let Ricky do whatever he wanted to. Ricky's hands moved to catch the edge of the t-shirt that James was wearing, and he began to draw it upward. James cooperated, lifting his arms passively so that Ricky could pull the shirt off of him completely.
His chest was broad and fairly well-muscled, with a scattering of dark hair. It wasn't a girls' torso, no breasts or smooth skin, but the sight of it still made his breath catch. He licked at his lips, hungrily. Then his eyes lighted on the puckered pink scar on the lower right-hand side, and he gasped as he realized that this was the scar where the bullet had gone in. The bullet that James had taken to save Ricky's life. He whimpered deep in his throat, reaching out to run his fingers over that puckered pink ridge of tissue. His throat was threatening to close up. "My fault," he whispered forlornly.
James' fingers closed over his and drew them away from the scar. "It's all right, Ricky," he said. "I'm alive, and more importantly, you're alive, too. Which you wouldn't have been if I hadn't acted in the bank. I'll take a little scar over you dying, any day."
His eyes prickled with unshed tears. "James," he said hoarsely. Then he set both of his hands in the middle of that broad, strong chest. "Can I...touch you?" he asked, belatedly.
James chuckled softly. "I'd like nothing more than for you to touch me, in any way that you want, Ricky," he assured his boyfriend.
He nodded. His eyes focused on his hands, and he began to run them over that bronzed skin. He felt the hard muscles underneath, and the prickle of the coarse hair under his fingers. He was nearly holding his breath. Touching James wasn't like touching anyone else that he'd ever been with - and not just because James was male, not female. He was so excited he could barely breathe. Reaching a flat male nipple, he heard a sharply indrawn breath as his fingers ghosted over it.
Remembering how good it had felt when James had touched his nipples a few days ago, Ricky used his fingertips and thumb to gently stimulate one of James' nipples. The cop made a low sound in the back of his throat. "Does that feel good?" he asked.
"Really good," James husked.
Ricky smiled. He liked this. He liked making James feel good. He let his hands slide down, lower, toward the top of the jeans that James was wearing. His fingers were shaking as he went to work on the buckle; he was pretty nervous. But he was also determined. He was tired of being afraid. James was his boyfriend. This was what boyfriends did. He wanted to make James feel better and better. So he managed to get the buckle undone, and his trembling fingers pulled down the zipper on the jeans.
He revealed a pair of dark-blue boxers, with a heavy mound under the fabric. He stared at it, licking at his lips again. That was James' cock. He'd made it that way, with his touches. He felt proud and victorious, and he lifted his eyes to James'. "Stand up," he said hoarsely. "And take off your pants."
At this command, James' eyebrows shot up. But he also stood up immediately, and pushed his jeans and the boxers down off of his hips. Ricky felt his breathing falter as they slid away to reveal the first ever erect cock that he'd seen that wasn't his own or in a porn video. It was heavy-looking and sturdy, nestled in dark pubic hair over a substantial set of balls. He couldn’t take his eyes off of it. He'd made it this way, and he was causing the little twitches that made it jerk upward a bit as he stared at it. He reached out, blindly, wanting to feel it in his hand. He cupped it, and it felt like velvet over steel under his fingers and against his palm. He felt dizzy from lack of breath, and hauled in a shuddering gasp of air as he cradled his boyfriend's erect cock for the very first time.
He wasn't put off or scared. He'd worried that he might be, since he'd been straight up until now. But this was James. Any other guy's cock would have repulsed him, but not this one. This was just a part of the man that he...oh, God, he wasn’t even going to think that thought just yet. Instead he moved his hand a little, wanting to touch and to stroke. He heard a harsh breath being drawn above his head, as James appreciated his actions.
Now he was using both hands, fascinated by the feel of the cock jerking and twitching in his grip. His thumbs caressed over the head, which was leaking fluids heavily. Suddenly he had an urge so strong that he couldn’t deny it or shove it away, and he bent his head before he could even think of reasons why he shouldn’t do it. He extended his tongue, and licked at the tip of James' cock very lightly.
"Ricky," he heard his boyfriend groan in disbelieving pleasure above his head. He smiled secretly, like a satisfied cat. Hadn't expected that, had he?
Of course not, not from his jumpy, formerly straight boyfriend. Ricky felt a surge of excitement at being able to shock James like this. With a sigh, he bent over and opened his mouth. He wasn't afraid, not in the least. Just nearly dizzy with excitement over doing the forbidden.
It was in his mouth! The head of it was, anyway. It felt slick and hard on his tongue, and his lips had to stretch around it. His hands cradled the shaft, and he tasted the fluids on his tongue. He wanted to bob his head, to take it in further, but he already felt his gag reflex trying to kick in. He didn't want to choke on it; if he did the first time he tried, he might not ever want to do it again.
A sudden memory from a porno invaded his head. He knew exactly what to do then. He maneuvered the cock head sideways into his cheek, away from the back of his mouth. Now James would be able to push into his mouth and he wouldn't be in danger of gagging or choking. Now he could move his head awkwardly up and down, remembering blow jobs that his girlfriends had given him in the past. He felt fingers tangle in his hair, petting, though James said nothing in protest. he probably didn't want to break whatever spell that Ricky had fallen under that was making him do something he never would have before.
He fell into a trance, sliding his lips up and down the cock sinking into his cheek. It tasted so good, so right, in his mouth. He held the base lovingly in his hands, cradling it, while his mouth adored it. Fluids leaked over his tongue, and he swallowed in the back of his throat. He moaned, lowly, loving everything about this. He was a natural cock hound, something he was discovering about himself. He loved crouching in front of James, taking the length of hard flesh in, laving it with his tongue instinctively, licking and sucking. He loved the sounds that James made above his head, the way the fingers tightened in his hair, the instinctive shoves as James pushed himself forward into the welcoming mouth in front of him.
Then it was all over. James groaned loudly, and the cock in his mouth jerked and twitched on his tongue as it spurted. Ricky shuddered, feeling like he was going to come in his own pants right here and now just from sucking James' cock. He swallowed greedily, taking in all of that thick seed, letting it flow down his throat.
He fell back, licking his lips like a cat, staring up in a dazed fashion at James' handsome face above him. The cop's eyelids were lowered, and his mouth was slightly open. His fingers stroked over Ricky’s chin gently. "Well," he remarked on a growl. "That was unexpected."
Ricky couldn't speak. James leaned down and pulled him to his feet, and then James' mouth was on his. The cop kissed him hungrily, tasting his own fluids on Ricky's tongue. Ricky moaned and clung to him, still not fully coming down from the high he'd been on when he'd sucked James' cock.
Then the cop pushed him away, and before he could protest James knelt down in front of him and went to work on the front of his pants.
Ricky groaned as James pulled his cock roughly out of his underwear. The cop's eyes were hot as he went down on it, taking it in, creating suction. Ricky cried out, shuddering, watching as his lover sucked at him expertly. Oh, God, it felt so good! James' mouth was hot and wet, taking him in so tightly. His cock was already almost ready to burst after the blow job he'd given James. He rocked his hips, sinking his cock into James' mouth, shaking as he felt his balls drawing up. Then he was coming, crying out deliriously, flooding James' mouth with his semen. His legs threatened to buckle, and he felt strong arms catch him up and hold him as the aftershocks of his orgasm sparked through him in a glorious rush.
A/N: Unexpected, eh, that Ricky turns out to be a natural cock hound? :P Bet James appreciates that fact! Heh -DL
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