Chapter 12
Peter moaned softly. He lay in his bed, on his side, as Jake made long, slow love to him. The biker was thrusting into him from behind, rocking his hips in a gentle rhythm. It seemed to Peter that this had been going on for hours. Jake’s fingertips pinched lightly at his right nipple, heightening the sensations. “Jake,” he gasped, and felt a kiss on the top of his head.
“You like this, Pete?” Jake asked, his breathing harsh.
“yes,” he replied in a wavering voice. “Oh…”
Jake chuckled breathily, pushing in a little harder. “I could do this all day, Pete,” he remarked lazily. “Would you like that?”
He nodded a little, so far gone that he couldn’t even speak properly anymore. The hand left his nipple and ran down his heaving belly, finding his half-hard cock. Fingers stroked at him, urging him into full hardness. “But we should eat something more than cum,” Jake said, his voice full of dark laughter. “So we’ll finish this up, then I’ll feed you up.”
Peter shuddered, pushing into the hand molesting him so delightfully. He’d woken up this morning to find Jake twined around him in his bed, and the moment that the biker had woken up he’d grabbed a hold of Peter and drawn him in for a long kiss. That had led, in devious ways, to this wonderful morning session of sex. His body quivered tautly as he felt his orgasm being coaxed out of him by Jake’s talented hand. “ah, uh,” he panted, thrusting into the hand as he bucked his hips. “Jaakkee!” he cried, as his vision went dark and he began to come.
The fingers milked him of all of his semen, while he shuddered and heaved and writhed. Jake made a low sound and bit lightly at Peter’s shoulder as his body stiffened and came, both of them lost in the sweet pleasure of climax.
Then there was only the loud sound of their panting breaths filling the bedroom, and Peter went limp. He just lay there as Jake rolled him over onto his back, and his eyes stared dazedly at the ceiling overhead as Jake moved away off the bed. He knew he should care what the biker was doing, but he just didn’t. Then a weight settled next to him, and something warm and moist began to run over his sweat and semen covered skin. He moaned again at a different but still very nice pleasure, as Jake tenderly wiped him off with a moistened wash cloth.
“There. All clean.” Jake remarked in satisfaction. He leaned over and kissed peter thoroughly, and when their lips parted again he said: “I’ll go and make us breakfast. Bacon and eggs, lots of fat and protein to replace what we just burned off. Sound good to you?”
He nodded. Jake grinned and tapped the end of his nose with a finger. “Lay there until you feel better, then come out and sit on the couch. You need to conserve your strength, since I intend to drain you of all of it again a bit later,” he leered almost comically down at Peter, then rose off the bed and strode out of the bedroom in all of his glorious nakedness.
Peter lay on the bed recovering, feeling languid and tired and very, very good. He barely felt any of the pain from his now almost completely faded bruises. He smiled widely. He would have sung and danced and thrown his hands into the air right now if he could have. But as it was, all he could do way lay here and grin like a lunatic. Jake was his lover, and they’d caught those awful men who’d beaten him. He was so happy that he could barely contain it.
He finally got up enough energy to roll out of bed and pull on a robe, before he pottered out into the living room. Jake was making cooking noises in the kitchen, whistling to himself as he did so. Peter paused to admire his magnificent backside and the tattoos on his back, and Jake paused in what he was doing and glanced over his shoulder. “Pete. Are you ready to eat?”
He was so ravenously hungry that he could have eaten an entire pig right at this morning, let alone the tasty-smelling bacon draining on a paper towel on the counter. “yeah,” he said happily.
Jake grinned. “Great. Sit down, and I’ll bring you some food.”
Peter sat down on the couch, feeling his ass twinging a little as he did so. Jake wasn’t small, and they’d done it three times so far since yesterday afternoon. He was just going to have to adjust. And he would, you bet. For now, a few twinges were bearable. Especially since it was a reminder of the lovely thing that had just happened in his bedroom…
Jake came out into the living room bearing a plate heaped with food. Which he handed to Peter. He found himself staring at the now quiescent organ dangling between Jake’s thighs and when he realized that the biker was watching him with a smile on his face, he blushed a little and shrugged helplessly. Jake’s smile widened. “Don’t worry, Pete; look all you want,” he said as he straightened up slowly and deliberately. “But if you get him all excited you’ll have to take the consequences,” he added as he strolled back into the kitchen.
Peter liked the sound of that. He picked up his fork and began to devour the bacon, eggs, and toast on the plate like a man who’d been starving for a month. Jake was kind enough to fetch a pair of jeans to pull on before he joined Peter on the couch to eat his breakfast; if the man had been entirely naked he doubted that he could have restrained himself. They ate breakfast together, neither saying much until they were done. Jake eyed his cleared plate approvingly(also a little incredulously) before he carried both plates off to rinse them in the sink.
“What did you want to do today, Pete?” he asked as he walked out into the living room again.
“Umm,” he hesitated, wanting to say stay in bed together but knowing he didn’t quite have enough stamina for that yet. “I can’t think of anything. What do you want to do?”
“I can think of a few things,” Jake remarked, his voice sultry. “But I don’t want to wear you out. If I do that, then you’ll be no good to me anymore,” his eyes twinkled, making Peter bite his lips to refrain from giggling loudly. “Tell you what - we’ll go clothes shopping. What? I need some more jeans and t-shirts,” he added, his lips twitching, “I only have four changes of clothes. I get tired of doing laundry almost every day. If I’m gonna stay here, I’d like to have enough clothes to only have to do the laundry once a week.”
Peter felt his stomach clench. “Stay here?” he repeated, blinking.
Jake sighed, shaking his head. “Did you think that I was just going to love you and leave you, Pete?” he asked, his voice faintly hard.
“N-no,” he replied, happiness threatening to actually choke him. “But I -thought…I mean, you love riding your bike…”
“Yes, I do,” Jake told him calmly. “And I don’t have to stop, just start taking shorter trips for now. Day trips, no longer. In a few months, I might take a longer one - you can live without me for a week or so, right?”
“Yes,” he said. He’d have agreed to a much longer span of time than that, if it meant that Jake would come back to him eventually…
Jake nodded. “Though, truth is, if you’d come with me I’d be happy as a clam, Pete,” he noted.
He blinked. “Come…come with you? On your BIKE?!”
Jake grinned slightly at the shocked incredulity in his voice. “Yes, on my bike. I’m telling you, Pete, it’s pretty safe. You could be my bike babe,” he teased, his eyes laughing.
His fingers twisted in the lapels of his robe. “I don’t know,” he said uncertainly.
Jake shrugged. “Don’t push yourself. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to. Just think about it, that’s all I ask.”
“I will,” he breathed.
“Great. We’ll get dressed and go shopping for food and clothes soon. You should take a shower, first, though.”
He rose to his feet. “Will you come with me?” he asked, his voice unconsciously becoming throaty.
Jake’s eyes darkened. “Evil Pete,” he remarked. “I sure will. I’ll wash your back for you.”
It took them almost two hours to leave the apartment after that, because Jake wore Peter out in the shower again, and he needed a nap. But they finally got on the move, and Jake took a fascinated Peter to a specialty clothing shop that dealt in the kinds of clothes and accessories that bikers liked to wear. He insisted on buying Peter a set of t-shirts of his own, earning him a dubious look from Peter’s big blue eyes that made him chuckle. He also bought Peter a leather cap with a studded metal band that perched jauntily on his head, and a studded metal belt and a pair of wrist bracers to go along with it. They had a hard time finding jeans to fit him, since he was so slim and small. But finally Jake stood him in front of the mirrors so that he could look at himself, and he stared in amazement at the slim form clad in leather, metal, denim, and a black cotton t-shirt with a bloody skull on the front of it.
“Wow,” he breathed.
Jake laid a hand on his shoulder. “You’d make an excellent bike babe, Pete,” he teased. “You look completely sexy in this outfit.”
His cheeks heated, but he turned a little to look at other parts of himself at the same time. “Do you think so?” he said.
“Yep. I could eat you all up,” there was insinuation in Jake’s voice that made his breath come short, and his chest heaved a bit in the mirror. “I’ll buy these for you even if you don’t agree to come with me on my bike. You can wear them around the house,” Jake went on, his nostrils flaring slightly.
Peter took in a shuddering breath. “Okay,” he agreed, his own voice gone husky. Denim wasn’t very forgiving at the crotch, he noted.
“Great. Let’s hit the road, we still have to go to the grocery store. Put your regular clothes on so I can pay for these.”
He nodded and headed for the changing room, thinking about wearing this biker outfit around the apartment. Parading it in front of Jake, feeling those hungry eyes fastened on him as he switched his ass in the tight jeans…he shivered, struggling with the front of the jeans. It was foolish of him to have thought of that while wearing the constricting denim. It was a wonder he didn’t do himself a harm trying to get the jeans off…
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Peter moaned softly. He lay in his bed, on his side, as Jake made long, slow love to him. The biker was thrusting into him from behind, rocking his hips in a gentle rhythm. It seemed to Peter that this had been going on for hours. Jake’s fingertips pinched lightly at his right nipple, heightening the sensations. “Jake,” he gasped, and felt a kiss on the top of his head.
“You like this, Pete?” Jake asked, his breathing harsh.
“yes,” he replied in a wavering voice. “Oh…”
Jake chuckled breathily, pushing in a little harder. “I could do this all day, Pete,” he remarked lazily. “Would you like that?”
He nodded a little, so far gone that he couldn’t even speak properly anymore. The hand left his nipple and ran down his heaving belly, finding his half-hard cock. Fingers stroked at him, urging him into full hardness. “But we should eat something more than cum,” Jake said, his voice full of dark laughter. “So we’ll finish this up, then I’ll feed you up.”
Peter shuddered, pushing into the hand molesting him so delightfully. He’d woken up this morning to find Jake twined around him in his bed, and the moment that the biker had woken up he’d grabbed a hold of Peter and drawn him in for a long kiss. That had led, in devious ways, to this wonderful morning session of sex. His body quivered tautly as he felt his orgasm being coaxed out of him by Jake’s talented hand. “ah, uh,” he panted, thrusting into the hand as he bucked his hips. “Jaakkee!” he cried, as his vision went dark and he began to come.
The fingers milked him of all of his semen, while he shuddered and heaved and writhed. Jake made a low sound and bit lightly at Peter’s shoulder as his body stiffened and came, both of them lost in the sweet pleasure of climax.
Then there was only the loud sound of their panting breaths filling the bedroom, and Peter went limp. He just lay there as Jake rolled him over onto his back, and his eyes stared dazedly at the ceiling overhead as Jake moved away off the bed. He knew he should care what the biker was doing, but he just didn’t. Then a weight settled next to him, and something warm and moist began to run over his sweat and semen covered skin. He moaned again at a different but still very nice pleasure, as Jake tenderly wiped him off with a moistened wash cloth.
“There. All clean.” Jake remarked in satisfaction. He leaned over and kissed peter thoroughly, and when their lips parted again he said: “I’ll go and make us breakfast. Bacon and eggs, lots of fat and protein to replace what we just burned off. Sound good to you?”
He nodded. Jake grinned and tapped the end of his nose with a finger. “Lay there until you feel better, then come out and sit on the couch. You need to conserve your strength, since I intend to drain you of all of it again a bit later,” he leered almost comically down at Peter, then rose off the bed and strode out of the bedroom in all of his glorious nakedness.
Peter lay on the bed recovering, feeling languid and tired and very, very good. He barely felt any of the pain from his now almost completely faded bruises. He smiled widely. He would have sung and danced and thrown his hands into the air right now if he could have. But as it was, all he could do way lay here and grin like a lunatic. Jake was his lover, and they’d caught those awful men who’d beaten him. He was so happy that he could barely contain it.
He finally got up enough energy to roll out of bed and pull on a robe, before he pottered out into the living room. Jake was making cooking noises in the kitchen, whistling to himself as he did so. Peter paused to admire his magnificent backside and the tattoos on his back, and Jake paused in what he was doing and glanced over his shoulder. “Pete. Are you ready to eat?”
He was so ravenously hungry that he could have eaten an entire pig right at this morning, let alone the tasty-smelling bacon draining on a paper towel on the counter. “yeah,” he said happily.
Jake grinned. “Great. Sit down, and I’ll bring you some food.”
Peter sat down on the couch, feeling his ass twinging a little as he did so. Jake wasn’t small, and they’d done it three times so far since yesterday afternoon. He was just going to have to adjust. And he would, you bet. For now, a few twinges were bearable. Especially since it was a reminder of the lovely thing that had just happened in his bedroom…
Jake came out into the living room bearing a plate heaped with food. Which he handed to Peter. He found himself staring at the now quiescent organ dangling between Jake’s thighs and when he realized that the biker was watching him with a smile on his face, he blushed a little and shrugged helplessly. Jake’s smile widened. “Don’t worry, Pete; look all you want,” he said as he straightened up slowly and deliberately. “But if you get him all excited you’ll have to take the consequences,” he added as he strolled back into the kitchen.
Peter liked the sound of that. He picked up his fork and began to devour the bacon, eggs, and toast on the plate like a man who’d been starving for a month. Jake was kind enough to fetch a pair of jeans to pull on before he joined Peter on the couch to eat his breakfast; if the man had been entirely naked he doubted that he could have restrained himself. They ate breakfast together, neither saying much until they were done. Jake eyed his cleared plate approvingly(also a little incredulously) before he carried both plates off to rinse them in the sink.
“What did you want to do today, Pete?” he asked as he walked out into the living room again.
“Umm,” he hesitated, wanting to say stay in bed together but knowing he didn’t quite have enough stamina for that yet. “I can’t think of anything. What do you want to do?”
“I can think of a few things,” Jake remarked, his voice sultry. “But I don’t want to wear you out. If I do that, then you’ll be no good to me anymore,” his eyes twinkled, making Peter bite his lips to refrain from giggling loudly. “Tell you what - we’ll go clothes shopping. What? I need some more jeans and t-shirts,” he added, his lips twitching, “I only have four changes of clothes. I get tired of doing laundry almost every day. If I’m gonna stay here, I’d like to have enough clothes to only have to do the laundry once a week.”
Peter felt his stomach clench. “Stay here?” he repeated, blinking.
Jake sighed, shaking his head. “Did you think that I was just going to love you and leave you, Pete?” he asked, his voice faintly hard.
“N-no,” he replied, happiness threatening to actually choke him. “But I -thought…I mean, you love riding your bike…”
“Yes, I do,” Jake told him calmly. “And I don’t have to stop, just start taking shorter trips for now. Day trips, no longer. In a few months, I might take a longer one - you can live without me for a week or so, right?”
“Yes,” he said. He’d have agreed to a much longer span of time than that, if it meant that Jake would come back to him eventually…
Jake nodded. “Though, truth is, if you’d come with me I’d be happy as a clam, Pete,” he noted.
He blinked. “Come…come with you? On your BIKE?!”
Jake grinned slightly at the shocked incredulity in his voice. “Yes, on my bike. I’m telling you, Pete, it’s pretty safe. You could be my bike babe,” he teased, his eyes laughing.
His fingers twisted in the lapels of his robe. “I don’t know,” he said uncertainly.
Jake shrugged. “Don’t push yourself. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to. Just think about it, that’s all I ask.”
“I will,” he breathed.
“Great. We’ll get dressed and go shopping for food and clothes soon. You should take a shower, first, though.”
He rose to his feet. “Will you come with me?” he asked, his voice unconsciously becoming throaty.
Jake’s eyes darkened. “Evil Pete,” he remarked. “I sure will. I’ll wash your back for you.”
It took them almost two hours to leave the apartment after that, because Jake wore Peter out in the shower again, and he needed a nap. But they finally got on the move, and Jake took a fascinated Peter to a specialty clothing shop that dealt in the kinds of clothes and accessories that bikers liked to wear. He insisted on buying Peter a set of t-shirts of his own, earning him a dubious look from Peter’s big blue eyes that made him chuckle. He also bought Peter a leather cap with a studded metal band that perched jauntily on his head, and a studded metal belt and a pair of wrist bracers to go along with it. They had a hard time finding jeans to fit him, since he was so slim and small. But finally Jake stood him in front of the mirrors so that he could look at himself, and he stared in amazement at the slim form clad in leather, metal, denim, and a black cotton t-shirt with a bloody skull on the front of it.
“Wow,” he breathed.
Jake laid a hand on his shoulder. “You’d make an excellent bike babe, Pete,” he teased. “You look completely sexy in this outfit.”
His cheeks heated, but he turned a little to look at other parts of himself at the same time. “Do you think so?” he said.
“Yep. I could eat you all up,” there was insinuation in Jake’s voice that made his breath come short, and his chest heaved a bit in the mirror. “I’ll buy these for you even if you don’t agree to come with me on my bike. You can wear them around the house,” Jake went on, his nostrils flaring slightly.
Peter took in a shuddering breath. “Okay,” he agreed, his own voice gone husky. Denim wasn’t very forgiving at the crotch, he noted.
“Great. Let’s hit the road, we still have to go to the grocery store. Put your regular clothes on so I can pay for these.”
He nodded and headed for the changing room, thinking about wearing this biker outfit around the apartment. Parading it in front of Jake, feeling those hungry eyes fastened on him as he switched his ass in the tight jeans…he shivered, struggling with the front of the jeans. It was foolish of him to have thought of that while wearing the constricting denim. It was a wonder he didn’t do himself a harm trying to get the jeans off…
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