Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Kiss. ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Mad Maxx Coyote 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Fantasy / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.29.2016 | Pages: 13 | Words: 8.2K | Visits: 227 | Status: Work In Progress
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Fantasy / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.29.2016 | Pages: 13 | Words: 8.2K | Visits: 227 | Status: Work In Progress
For once, I own all of this.
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If you live long enough, you are often able to realized that while you often have complete control over most of your life, there are those times when you stumble in to certain evens that are going to transpire whether you like it or not.
Case in point.
Micah was going to make Conner his childe.
It had been two weeks since they had first met, and a full week since he had last tasted Connor’s perfect blood. Yet as full as he currently was…he burned to taste it once again. Which that little tidbit burning in his brain he knew perfectly well that even if he up and left Connor behind, with the intention of never returning….he knew…he just knew that he would be compelled to get close to the man again, and nothing on heaven or earth would stop him. Never before in the entirety of his long life had he ever felt like this.
It was terrifying.
It was exhilarating.
He was fighting it of course. He was not sure if he had a choice in the matter, but he did not want to behave as his sire had. He wanted to make sure that such a life was something that Connor would at least be curious about.
Not to mention he had to clear away many, MANY preconceptions about his kind. Myths were bad enough but America’s Hollywood was even worse.
They had met every night, and had spent most of those nights simply talking under the stars. Connor had much to talk about, to vent about, and as always…Micah was a very good listener.
But tonight would be different. Tonight he had a very specific vein to take their conversation down.
“Have you ever thought about immortality?” Micah asked gently.
Connor twisted his head to look at Micah, popping the chewing gum in his mouth.
“Shore…who hasn’t? Death’s overrated don’tcha think?” Connor replied. “Course shore would suck ta jus’ keep gittin’ older and older till ya nuttin’ but a mummy.”
Micah’s lips quirked. An answer that implied a degree of forethought…lovely.
“No…nothing of the sort.” Micah assured. “Forever young, or at least the age you are now.”
“Ah…so whut’s the catch?” Connor asked. Micah chuckled, allowing a smile to fully form this time. One would be surprised at how many people would simply jump at the idea without asking any such questions. He was becoming more pleased by the moment.
“The catch is that you will never again walk in the sunlight. That you shall henceforth be a wolf among the sheep, a predator of your former fellow man.” Micah explained. Oh how he wished his own sire had bothered to utter those words once upon a time. Or hell…utter anything.
Connor snorted at Micah’s explanation.
“That’s a rather roundabout away to say vampire.” Connor quipped. “Do you sparkle?” Micah wrinkled his nose at that.
“Or a Dakhanavar I suppose…but no. Damn hacks appealing to barely teen girls.”
Connor chuckled, a deep, husky sound that tightened Micah’s loins. Oh how he craved the man…
“Ah have no idea what that word means. But lets see….Ah assume ya git all those lovely super powers eh?” Connor mused. “Sleep all day, party all night….still…blood sucking corpse of the damned? Ew…not sure Ah could handle havin’ ta kill people ta live.”
“Ah well, some distinctions to be made.” Micah began, feeling almost giddy with himself. “First off, in this thought exercise you are not dead, and not damned. Secondly no one need die if you…feed regularly, and yes, you will be so much more then a human.”
It made him nervous to describe such things. A lifetime of experience told him that secrets were kept for a reason. But at the same time…he wanted Connor to think about it. To really consider…what was going to happen.
Damn. Now he actually felt a little guilty.
The man of his desire glanced sideways at him, his rich dark curls blowing softly in the wind. Oh how enchanting Connor was, and how he ached to bury his fingers in to those curls and pull Connor in for an entirely different sort of kiss. He had tasted the man’s blood yes, but had yet to freely sample his lips and mouth.
Patience….patience.
“So whut are you? Sum kind of movie buff? Or is the rich boy one of them Vampire the masquerade players?”
Micah had no idea what that was. Yet now he would have to look into it. Thank god for smart phones…and Google.
Still…so Connor was no curious as to why he was inquiring about such a…juvenile topic. But curiosity and suspicion, though cousins to one another, were very different things. Micah almost wished he could claim to be one of those…players, and wished a game with Connor. Would be easier perhaps. Or perhaps not? Would it be a bad thing?
Human pop culture was rather hard to follow.
“As a matter of fact…yes I am.” Micah admitted. He grew up in the days where a painting was rarer then gold, so perhaps no one had been as astonished to see a motion picture for the first time as he had been. Then talkies! Good Lord…if only his Mother….Micah shook off the thought as Connor began to speak again.
“So…let me guess again. Dracula?”
Micah’s felt his face to sour.
“Hardly. Dreadful picture form a dreadful book based upon the drunken boasts of a dreadful man.” He spat. “I do admire Bela Lugosi’s acting talent however.”
Thankfully Connor seemed to completely miss his spilling more information then he would have meant to.
“So whut’s yer vamp fav then?”
“None of them really.” Micah admitted.
He did not much care for any media about his kind. Either they were brooding bores, or instant monsters. “Though I did get a chuckle from Fright Night back in the eighties.”
“So why the question?” Connor asked.
“A philosophical wonder with a price. Unlike say…the elixir of life.” Micah replied.
Connor hummed in his throat and went silent, perhaps contemplating. Astoundingly, Micah found himself rather anxious, and nervous, a mixture he very, very rarely had felt in the last century. What would he do if Connor rejected the idea? Granted, the man had no idea that Micah was feeling him out, but at the same time he did not feel that it was wise to just up and tell Connor the truth.
Old habits died hard.
“Shore…why not?” Connor finally proclaimed. “Gittin’ old’s overrated. Ah’d hate to end up like mah old man.”
A warm flood started to spread within Micah, starting form his belly.
“Truly? But what of your friends and loved ones? You will have to watch them grow old and expire.”
That had been the absolute worst thing for him once upon a time, so he felt he needed to be quite clear on that point.
“Ain’t really got no friends.” Connor said softly. “Besides…if there was sumbody Ah really wanted with me, Ah could always make them on too eh?”
“Ross.” Micah thought. About the only person Connor had spoken about with any warmth had been his younger brother. Whether Connor admitted it or not, Micah knew he would mourn such a passing. Especially if he could bring Ross with him. Yes…the true love of siblings. Micah remembered.
But the fact was that Connor would not be able to take one in with his kiss for at least fifty years, a lesson Micah himself had learned painfully. Of course after so many years, being frozen at such an add would most likely be abhorrent to anyone. Likewise, if he gave his final kiss to Connor he would not be able to do so for at least another twenty years without risking the true death of the kissed.
He rolled his mind over his internal rolodex. Taking a childe was no light act, but he did have a few friends who owed him enough to perform such a favor….provided of course that he took absolute and full responsibility for the newly sired.
“Not…frivolously but yes, you could.” Micah finally said.
“Well then whut’s the problem?” Connor mused. “Oh wait, there is still that…damned thing right?”
Warmth and need continued to spread within him, and he barely heard Connor’s words over the whisper of the beast. Still, had he not already said Connor would not be damned?
“No.” He murmured distantly. “That is a myth…”
“Oh? Well that’s handy.” Connor muttered.
His fangs tingled, and he swallowed thickly. Time to really press the issue.
“So let us say that I was such a creature dear Connor…and I offered you such a gift, as I have offered to take you from this place you find so abhorrent. What would you say?”
His entire body tightened in anticipation, and his anxiety only continued to grow in the quiet moments before Connor answered.
“Yer shore in a strange mood tonight.” Conner said with a smile. “Ah’d answer that yer weird. But if ah wuz in in a movie or sumthin’….Ah guess Ah’d be crazy to pass it up.”
Affirmative….yet not quite adequate.
“No Connor. That is no answer. Yes or no?”
The chocolate haired man looked at him quizzically, and for a moment Micah heart literally stopped, the thought that he had pushed completely too far boiling in his brain. But there was humor in Connor’s eyes and face.
“Yes Micah. Ah’d say yes.”
That was all he needed to hear. Actually it was far more then he needed to hear, and it was only centuries of practiced control that enabled him to restrain himself enough to keep from flat out pouncing the man. The depth of his need was frightening, but he could not fight it…not now. Now he was a man strapped to a racing train rumbling down a singular track with no way off.
But not here…not outside under a partially clouded sky.
“The night grows chill.” Micah slowly said, enunciating each syllable carefully. “Perhaps we might retire to the comfort of my hotel?”
His body was practically vibrating as connor popped his gum once more, a hint of his pink tongue on display.
“Ah’ve seen yer room.” Connor stated.
Nooooooooooo.
Micah’s stomach plummeted. This would be rushed as it was, there was nothing he could do about that. But he still wanted the right mood…to make the moment as exquisite as he could. He wanted to be a fey-like savior, shepherding Connor to a better life of pleasure and prey. Not the beast lunging upon the man to tear at his neck that he knew he could very easily be.
He did not want to be as his sire had been.
“Ah, but I have relocated.” Micah informed. “Far nice accommodations.”
“Mah dear Micah.” Connor whispered smoothly, imitated Micah’s own accent for a moment. “If Ah didn’t know any better, Ah’d say that yer butterin’ me up.”
“Well my dear Connor.” Micah purred. “You are sweet enough to eat.”
Connor chuckled, and Micah’s mood lightened. He took it as a good sign that Connor responded good naturally to his flirtations.
“Well…” Conner began as he stood, patting off his jeans and stretching his legs. “It is gittin’ a little cold…might as well eh?”
Micah smiled wide enough that his fangs were clearly exposed for a moment, a moment he was glad that Connor’s eyes were not upon him.
“Might as well.”
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Connor sighed as he stretched in his seat. He never would have expected something so sporty to be as comfortable as it was. He was almost tempted to ask just how much the car cost, but finding out that it was more then his entire family had made in their entire lives would just ruin the fantasy.
A little voice inside continued to whisper a warning. About what he was not sure, but it was certainly persistent. He just chalked it up to not being used to being around people. Hell, one time when he was a kid he had gotten so nervous about a sleepover that he had actually vomited.
Plus he was in too good a mood to let any of this be spoiled. Of course the bottle of wine that had drank while talking probably had a lot to do with the warm buzzing he felt. He hadn’t expected it that was for sure, but after Micah had produce it, and pour a glass for him he had not felt the need to decline. He had to admit…he rather enjoyed all the slight pampering he got when he was around the other man.
However he also had to admit that he found this whole situation a little…odd. Not so much the hanging out and talking, that had been awesome all week, more so Micah’s behavior. The other man was acting very much like the cat that got the cream. Or the cat that was…going to get the cream?
His groin stirred slightly as he wondered just what sort of cream Micah was thinking of tasting. Now, while Micah had flat out stated his preference for men, and he hadn’t exactly been shy about point out what he felt for Connor’s look, Connor did not think he had led Micah on.
Now, the food in his belly had been rather tasty, provided by Micah, Greek he had said, and then they had gone out for another chat under the stars. Micah had given him alcohol and now had basically invited him back to his place. So…if he had been in Micah’s seat, and had done the same thing with a girl…well he knew where things would be going. Or at least where they should be going.
Girls were weird like that.
Now while he did not consider himself a virgin, and it was easier to find a willing woman in a bible town like his then people would think, he had never actually gotten the full tour so to speak. Blowjob, hand job, those came easily enough, but the full she-bang…well that was a different story.
Connor giggled at his inner pun.
Oh sure he had been inside a girl, Tracy Smith to be exact, for a whole three thrusts before they had both panicked. They had liked one another well enough he thought, but neither wanted a baby. It had not been love that brought them together nor just lust. It was the fact that Tracy was one of the few girls to allow a condom, and Connor one of the few boys who would actually wear it. Problem was that the condom Tracy had had been so old, and hidden so long under weight in a hot leather purse it had basically disintegrated.
By the point they had both realized that, things had been a little heavy and both had a tenuous agreement that pulling out would be fine a whole two seconds before he had slid in. Of course once fully seated she had started to worry about him leaking, which in turn made him worry, and they had call the whole thing off.
Oh sure there were plenty of places in town that sold the thing that they needed, full up with gossipy cashiers…everyone would know in a day flat.
His father would know.
Hell, the worst beating he had ever witnessed was when Russell, before becoming an asshole, had been popped buying a three pack…the old man had damn near killed him.
It was kind of a theme. Finding a girl you could have fun with was easy, out in the country tomboys were plentiful at that, but they all had their eyes on the ring and kids. One could get the other, and with the farm and family business and all that…well the Murdoch boys were targets.
Especially him and Ross, the lookers he had been told. He had more then one girlfriend inform him that they would do the deed. But that it was going to be natural as God had intended, come what man.
Not the sort of thing a horned up teenage boy had wanted to hear. But Connor had had many a high school friend say ‘fuck it’ and go for it.
You could forget about the pill too. The last doctor who would do a write up for that had been run out of town years ago.
But to the point, and Connor really was not sure why all that had come to mind, perhaps it was wrong for him to think of Micah like that. He had to be honest…while he felt he was pretty tolerant of everybody, he had never thought too highly of gays. All sweaty, hairy fat fucks jerking around in restrooms and shit like that. Sure he had heard of clubs and sparkly boys in the city, but that was not how he had seen it.
But Micah…not only did the man look like something out of a movie, but he virtually oozed class.
Class and dignity. There had not been a sleazy moment yet between them. Maybe all Micah really wanted was a more comfortable spot for their…conversation.
That’s what they had called it so far. Their ‘conversation.’
Thus far the other man had proven to be nothing short of fascinating. He had been all over the world, to places Connor himself had only read about in books at school. He had not laughed when Connor had confessed, rather sheepishly, that as a teen it had been something of a dream to travel the world. Instead he had only smiled and said it was something Connor should set an opening for.
It was strange to think that, in only a matter of weeks, someone he had met in a bar, and embarrassingly passed out on, had basically become his best friend. Plus there was that time a few weeks back where he had called Micah up after a fight with his family, only to flat out fall asleep in the man’s car. Waking up in Micah’s bed with another note had been embarrassing as hell. Not to mention the fact that the other man had apparently carried him up to his room.
No…Micah had had plenty of opportunities to take advantage and thus far all he had been was…well a cool dude really.
But that was life he supposed. Sometimes you just got lucky and met someone out of the blue. Yes he still had some concerns, it was a little hard to believe that there was someone out there that actually wanted to help make his dreams come true. But at the same time, if Micah was some sort of psycho killer…he had had plenty of chances.
Connor had the feeling that Micah was, despite his smile and good natured humor, terribly lonely. Maybe, like Connor himself, all he really wanted was a friend.
Plus, if you had as much money as Micah seemed to have, you literally COULD be someone’s fairy godfather if you wanted.
It was not like he did not know anything about the other man either. Micah was not shy about talking about himself, even if he did tend to keep the subject on Connor, or about other various topics. About the only thing they had not touch upon were politics, though he had learned that, unsurprisingly, Micah was not fond of religion.
It was refreshing, to talk to someone with some intelligence for a chance. He certainly did not get any of that at home. Oh sure Ross was as smart as a whip, but the boy was far too meek. Not to mention if anyone walked in on them, they were invariably taken to task for either their godless talk, or for just flat out wasting precious time being lazy.
He was sick of it. Utterly sick of it. So if he had a way out…then he was taking it. All he had to do was make sure that Ross got out as well. After that? Well…he sure as fuck wasn’t looking back.
Connor glanced at the window, mildly curious as to the fact that nothing looked familiar any longer, just how far had they driven? Then his gaze was back on Micah.
“Kinda hard to believe yew wuz sum kinda sailor.” Connor drawled. “What with you being so pale in all.”
“Yes, well, as I have said, my days upon the sea were long ago.” Micah replied smoothly.
After that it was not long before they pulled in to a private parking lot, and upon exiting Micah’s beaut of a car Connor had to whistle appreciatively.
“Think Ah’ve driven by this place when Ah’ve had’ta go through the city.” Connor said. “But Ah ain’t neva seen it up close.”
“Oh it is of much higher quality then anything local to you I imagine.” Micah stated. “An actual chef for delivered service, proper cleaning…and….” Micah locked eyes with Connor, and gave him something of a saucy smirk. “Indoor pool.”
Connor chuckled, toeing at the pavement.
“Something tells me you ain’t wanting me to head back to the house tonight.”
“If I have my way dear Connor, you will never have to go back to that dreadful place ever again.” Micah purred. “And you will find that I often get what I want.”
Without another word Micah started towards a set of fancy looking doors and, increasingly bemused, Connor followed. No one questioned them as they strode across the polished marble floor bypassing the front desk completely. Though Connor did notice the proper nod of recognition that the woman at the desk gave Micah as he followed the man to an elevator door.
“God only knows what she thinks.” Connor thought as he stepped in beside Micah. “Probably something dirty.”
Then again…well what was someone to think when some sun kissed farm boy trailed behind a prim and proper fellow like Micah? Connor snorted to himself, amused by the thought. In that situation, sex wasn’t actually something he would consider.
“Thirtieth floor?” Connor muttered a the sight of the glowing button.
“Oh…the entire top floor is mine.” Micah stated cheekily.
Connor let out another low whistle, he seemed to be doing that more and more around Micah’s things, before replying.
“What’s that run ya?”
“Six hundred.”
“Oh…well that’s-”
“-A night.” Micah finished.
“That’s…that’s more then I make a week.” Connor fumbled.
“For the moment yes.” Micah retorted, glancing sideways at him.
As the elevator rose with the soft sounds of classical music filling the tiny metal box Connor’s stomach tightened, tensing with both concern and something of nervous anticipation. Which made no sense at all really, but he recognized it. It was just like with Tracy all that time ago. Which really did not make any sense.
Though Micah did have some kind of vibe about him. He seemed pleased, really pleased, and Connor got the feeling that Micah was anticipating something.
Was that something…him? He would hate to have things spoiled but if he went into his inner shrink mode and asked himself just how he felt about that…well….he didn’t’ really care.
He had made himself clear that he wasn’t going to be anybody’s woman. But…yeah alright, he had thought about it…and staring secretly at Micah’s plump lips and smooth features…he thought about it again. About those lips sliding over him, those sparkling eyes look up at him as he hit the back of a cultured throat.
Connor shirted as the mental picture had him swelling slightly. Was that normal? But his attention was caught by the sound of a soft gasp from Micah. His eyes were met by a heated gaze that had him blushing slightly.
Then there was that. It was weird, but there had been times when it felt like Micah could read his mind or something. The man would just do, or say, something that fit in so perfectly with what he was thinking it…well not off-putting but something close.
“Here we are.” Came a breathy whisper from Micah as the doors opened.
Feeling slightly self conscious Connor stepped out first, wondering what perverted spirit had taken hold of him. He could not quite deny the pull felt towards the other man, which seemed to get stronger at strange intervals. Not that he understood just what that would be, or what to do with it. He found himself following Micah to another door, strangely the only one in the tiny hallway, minus the fire doors of course. Micah produced some fancy-dancy keycard and the door popped open, much to Connor’s amusement. Plain ol’ metal keys just not good enough anymore?
He quickly forgot all about that the moment he stepped into the ‘room’. It was gigantic, and Connor realized that when Micah had said the entire top floor was his, he had not meant a collection of rooms. The ‘room’ was the entire floor! With his mouth agape Connor limply went along as he was divested of his coat.
“This…it…just…” He fumbled.
He wasn’t great at judging but it certainly looked like there was more square feet of room in the ‘room’ then his entire house had! Micah’s rich chuckle broke through his vocal stumble.
“Luxury suites do have their advantages.”
Sure he had heard of suites, luxury or not, but this was more like a flat or something. Isn’t that what a flat was? He did not really know.
“W-well…ya shore know howta impress a boy.” Connor muttered.
“Oh it was for no such thing.” Micah insisted. “I simply value my privacy.”
Connor was aware of Micah’s movement behind him, but he was still in utter awe of his surroundings. Crystal chandelier, full on fluffed carpet, hell…the was even a fireplace in the corner! Sure it was fake, false flames and all, but still. He could see a dining area and a kitchen…holy crap.
Unable to resist, connor lest Micah and started to roam. The kitchen had ever damn appliance he could think of…hell, he wasn’t even sure what some of them were. A quick inspection revealed that there were even dishes in the cabinets! Did the place not worry about thieves?
But none of that compared to the bathroom. Sweet Jesus the bathroom! Marble everything. Floors, walls, sinks. Giant…walk in shower with six nozzles all angled towards the center…and the tub…
“It’s not a tub!” Connor exclaimed. “It’s a gawd-damn pool!”
The thing had to be big enough for six or seven people! “Ah am so unbelievably poor.” He muttered.
“Perhaps you would enjoy a soak later.” Came Micah’s voice. Connor jumped at the sound, whirling around to face the man behind him.
“Don’t do that!” He gasped, clutching at his chest over his thudding heart.
Micah chuckled as he leaned against the door frame.
“Well if you are done tromping around my lodgings with your booted feet, perhaps you could join me.”
Connor glanced down, embarrassed to realize that he had not bothered to remove his boots. The place was expensive enough. Who knew what they would charge Micah if he mudded up and ruined the carpet.
“Well…uh..” Connor fumbled sheepishly.
But micah was wearing that look again, and it stopped him cold. That big cat on the prowl look, and connor swallowed thickly as he followed Micah’s beckoning. As they walked his entire body began to tingle with a nervousness that he didn’t understand.
“I have considered the various ways that I might go about this.” Micah remarked distantly. “Perhaps some tea and a light chat, a little music for ambiance.”
Micah stopped, halting Connor in front of one door that he had not explored. “Yet I find that even with all my patience, all my time hone control, and my wish for things to be at their perfect temperament…seeing you here now, alone…I realize that I simply can not wait any longer.”
Connor was about to ask Micah just what he meant when the other man surged forward. Strong hands slid under his shirt, and he found himself being pushed backwards with such urgency that he would have been stumbling, and probably fallen, had his feet actually been in contact with the ground.
“Whoa!” He cried out as his back hit the a soft bed, which felt a hell of a lot more comfortable then the backbreaker at home that he was used to. Before he could do more then slightly push himself up with his elbows Micah was crawling atop him like some sort of sensual cat, back arched and his ass shifting smoothly from the gliding movements of his legs.
The next thing he knew, Micah’s hungry face was hovering over his. “Um…ehhe…” Connor chuckled nervously.
That was all he could get out before Micah dipped down and caught his lips, devouring his mouth in a hungry kiss. His brain struggled with the rapidly sifting gears, trying to process what was happening, figure out just what was happening, and follow the instinctual protocol for such an event.
But it was rather hard with the cool, sweet taste of Micah’s mouth on his own, made doubly so when a hand began to rub against his rapidly hardening cock. His hands found shoulders, but he couldn’t quite muster the strength, or leverage, to push as he squirmed under the groping hand. He pressed his tongue against the invading one, seeing if he could work his way into the others mouth…or no…just to push the tongue out. Yeah…
But Micah was having none of that. He dominated the kiss until he finally broke away, allowing Connor a gasp of air.
“Micah.” He panted as the other man slid down his body, the molesting hand leaving slipping under his jeans to grasp at his heated flesh.
Rrrrrrip!
Connor blinked as cool air hit his chest, his mind numbly registering that Micah had just ripped the front of his shirt clean off, right before a hot mouth enveloped one of his nipples. He gasped, arching up into the wet heat as a slick tongue danced nimbly against the hardened little nub. “Christ…wha…” He panted, rocking under the body that pinned him in time to the hand that was now firmly stroking him.
With a wet pop his chest was released, though he could swear that he felt two sharp points daring to drive into his pectoral. With one last firm pump of his hand Micah fully released him, sliding down his legs like water. Then a hand dug into his left hip, followed by the right, snagging his jeans and underwear on either side. “Ah!” He squeaked as his butt was jerked upwards, his jeans and underwear tearing in half with a heavy rip.
Before he could even comprehend that his god damn jeans had just been torn like paper, and the strength required to do anything like that, what was left was being pulled down his legs. Fabric went flying, followed by the heavy thunk of each boot. A fine silk shirt joined the heap of fabric that had been his clothing, and then he was splayed out completely naked in front of a bare chested micah.
He was trying to bat away the haze of confusion and something else that was making it very hard to get his tongue working. But his weeping cock framed by Micah’s pale, smooth chest was a bizarre sight to process. Matters were not helped when Micah slid forward, his hands tracing along Connor’s thighs, and wet tongue running a line up his heated shaft. He had just enough time to lock eyes with Micah’s near glowing ones before soft lips ran over his tip, and then in one smooth line Micah swallowed his cock all the way down his throat.
Connor threw his head back in a gasp as he felt Micah’s throat constrict around him. Micah hummed, rocking his head an odd circle before swallowing hard, causing rough suction to pull against Connor. He squirmed under Micah’s mouth as the raven haired man began to lightly bob his head, allowing only a small fraction to slip form his mouth. His tongue caressed back and forth against the underside of Connor’s cock as he massaged the sensitive tip with his throat.
Connor panted as Micah kept him buried, amazed even through the haze. He had heard of deepthroating before, but damn…didn’t Micah have to breathe? There was no gasp or gag when Micah finally did come up, the tight seal of his lips never breaking. He did not even completely come off Connor, and he smiled around the shaft in his mouth as their eyes met. Micah stared into Connor’s eyes his tongue did circles around the tip of the cock in his mouth, making Connor’s legs twitch and jump.
Then he was pressing back down, sliding Connor back into his throat s if that was where he always belonged.
“F-fuck….” Connor groaned.
No hunny child, no matter how sweet, had ever worked him like this. The only one who had tired….well…it had been embarrassing….and messy.
Now seemingly content to move, Micah bobbed his head slowly up the length of Connor, his tongue sliding along hard flesh. Between that, and the pleasant suction Connor couldn’t quite pay enough attention to the two hard objects he felt rubbing along either side of his cock as he normally would have. He thought he caught the sound of something unsnapping, but was a little to concerned with the rising rush he felt building up. “Uh…w-wait….ah-haaa….Ah’m gonna….oh ” He panted.
But Micah never stopped, never came up for a breath. He only pressed down the full length, plunging Connor back down his tight throat as he pressed his lips and face hard into Connor’s pelvis. Micah held it, rocking his head, then slowly came back up to rapidly flick his tongue up and down against the very tip of Connor’s cock as he suckled at it. A heavy swallowing sound filled Connor’s ears and Micah took him right back down, and he gasped, squirming under the mouth that his hips were involuntarily thrusting in to. Micah made no move to stop that, if anything his hands slid under Connor’s bare ass to try and pull him even deeper.
Seriously…Connor had seen porno women, professionals he could only assume, that could not perform like Micah was currently doing. He had certainly seen enough rough oral sex videos to know…
Connor drew in quick breaths as the flood gates threw open, his back arching as he peaked, releasing heavily into Micah’s ever willing throat. A muffled sound came from Micah, almost completely cut off by the cock filling his throat as Connor spasmed inside of it, apparently pleased.
All too soon Connor sagged into the bedding as his release ebbed. Panting heavily he squeaked as Micah swallowed hard again on his sensitive tip.
“Al….always…wondered.” Connor gasped. He had never actually cum like that in someone’s mouth.
“I know.” Micah purred after releasing him with a wet pop.
“Ah!” Connor gasped as Micah’s fingers curled around his wet cock, stroking slowly. Which was something he was entirely too sensitive for right now.
“Wait! Ah! S-St-”
Micah’s lips found his inner thigh, and for a moment he felt two sharp points poking at him, but they were quickly pulled away. Micah hissed like a snake between his legs, not a sound Connor would have expected to hear for certain.
“No…” Micah growled, his voice sounding quite inhuman for a moment. “Not yet.”
Maybe he was hearing things?
The stroking, iron firm fingers, were not permitting blood to return to where it was needed, but he still was not completely oblivious.
“What?” He muttered, trying to ignore the hand long enough to push himself up.
“Nothing my dear Connor.” Micah soothed, right before something cool and thick was being poured over Connor’s aching cock. “A small favor please.” Connor’s eyes met Micah’s piercing, almost cat like eyes. “Stay. Hard.”
The words jabbed into Connor’s brain like daggers and his cock flexed and engorged for a moment like he was doing kegels. He had to look away to the ceiling just from the uncomfortable-ness of Micah’s gaze. But his cock remained a like a rock, something that had never happened after he had came before.
The bed shifted, and Connor took his attention off of the ceiling long enough to raise his head. He was not however, expecting Micah’s face to be right there.
“Gah!” Connor gasped, pulling his head back into the pillow much to Micah’s apparent amusement. How the hell was the man so fucking quiet?! “Don’t do-hua!” He sucked in a deep breath as he felt himself being angled, right before Micah sat down, and Connor felt himself sliding into a very tight channel.
He brought his hands up to grip Micah’s shoulders as the man’s weight settled atop his pelvis. Micah’s face was a mask of pleasure and contentment, his eyes fluttering under thick lash. “Wha….” Connor gasped, almost confused at the situation his nerves and brain were reporting back to him. “Sweet Jayzus…..am Ah up yer ass?!” He whispered harshly, his voice dropping back into a thick drawl.
A look of unbelieving humor came over Micah’s face, and he chuckled, a rich, spine shivering sound.
“Why yes dear Connor.” Micah purred. “The full length of your thick hardness is nestled deep within my body. So good of you to be paying attention.”
Micah’s ass slid up, Connor’s cock easing out, and he tensed. A full throated groan pulled itself out of him as Micah’s weight settled back down, a tight, hot ring squeezing down on his shaft the whole way. Micah’s hands found his chest, playing along his pectorals and nipples. “Now my dear stallion. You have been saddled…time for you to submit to your rider as is proper.”
With nothing but leg muscles Micah began to rise and drop himself, bouncing atop Connor’s cock.
Oh god it felt good, he didn’t’ ask for it and didn’t remember saying okay but it was so slick and hot and tight. Tight to the point where he was pretty sure that Micah had to be actively squeezing him. Or….maybe asses were just that tight on their own?
He did not know, and he didn’t have time to ponder it. He was too busy trying to avoid Micah’s heated gaze, the way his tongue traced his lips in wanton hunger, or the sexy snarl that seemed to present itself. There was not time to even contemplate how he felt about all of this, even though he was pretty sure he could force Micah off of him. His body just…did not want to. But even as unsure as he was his hands still found Micah’s thighs, rough worked fingers running up their silk over steel smoothness. Micah certainly had hard muscles Connor was finding out. Both in his legs and the thudding weight into his own pelvis as Micah’s ass continued to swallow up his cock.
Micah purred appreciatively and press down hard, causing the bed to bounce slightly with them. If Connor could have reached he might have moved to cup the ass that rode him. Instead his hands curled inward, teasing along Micah’s thighs. Had Micah been a girl he would have slid up the stomach to grasp at a pair of bouncing breasts. But he was not, a fact that occurred to him again as Micah’s momentum caused his own bobbing cock to slap wetly against Connor’s stomach.
Connor hesitated, unsure of himself.
“Touch me.” Micah purred, his hands pulling Connor’s to him. “You are being broken in stallion, now stroke me whilst I ride you.”
Connor’s fingers curled around an unfamiliar hardness, a very odd feeling to be sure. Odder still that he had not actually mentally agreed with the command. It was not exactly repulsive, but he couldn’t say it was thrilling either.
The wet skin glided smoothly as he gave an experimental stroke on a whim, and his heart jumped as Micah threw his head back with a rumbling groan that Connor could swear shook the walls.
“There’s more…its…uh..” Connor fumbled.
“My people did not practice slicing up our men at birth.” Micah gasped.
“Yet you treat men like horses?” Connor joked, trying to combat his nerves even as Micah plunged his cock in and out of his ass. Micah smiled slyly down at him, as he leaned forward to put his hands and weight on Connor’s chest.
“Oh yes you young stallion.” Micah cooed. “How fortunate for you that I am an experienced rider.”
Connor swallowed thickly from the heat in Micah’s voice, and the building pressure in his loins. A small gasp escaped him as Micah pinched both of his nipples, rolling them between his strong fingers. “First thing…one must often ride them hard to find there limits.” Micah purred as his thighs flexed, the pace quickening as his ass pounded into Connor’s pelvis.
Connor stretched his legs, rolling his head back to the feel of that hot, tight channel squeezing and sliding over him. He may have cum not too long ago but his cock was not used to this kind of treatment at all. He couldn’t even jerk off by maybe once every other month if he was lucky. His hands finally found Micah’s hips, fingers digging into his flesh so that he could thrust up into that tight heat. But Micah ground down into him, stilling his movements.
“A rider must also pace his stallion, lest he be exhausted too quickly.” Came Micah’s heated whisper.
Connor was not sure just w hat he was supposed to say to that, or the cocky little smirk pointed his way. He supposed in keeping with the theme ‘sometimes they just want to run’ would do. But before he could care enough to try Micah’s hands were on his shoulders, pulling him up. Then he was sitting up, the still impaled Micah in his lap, with a pair of legs around his waist. Yet even in a position where he would have thought movement would be especially awkward Micah managed. Not just rocking back and forth but actual in and out movement. Using what muscles Connor did not know, and how strong they were he couldn’t guess, but they were more then enough to cause that tight sheath to continue to stroke him wondrously.
Seriously though, how the hell was Micah still bouncing on him?
Micah’s arms curled around his shoulders and neck at the same time his own fingers found a firm, round ass. Micah cooed in this throat as Connor squeezed him, and he found himself doing his best to lift and squeeze in time with Micah’s flexing muscles.
“Oh gawd…” Connor moaned, orgasm number two throbbing hotly in his cock. Micah chuckled against his lips before claiming them in another hot, possessive kiss.
Connor broke away first, turning his lips away from Micah as he gasped for breath. Undeterred, Micah’s lips found his pulse, licking across his skin as if it were candy. Connor shuddered as Micah’s fingers dug into his hair, tightening into an anchoring grip. Panting, he twitched inside of the tight sheath of Micah’s body, his leaking pre-cum slicking it further.
“After tonight.” Came Micah’s hot whisper into his ear. “Everything will change.”
The fingers tightened, pulling until his neck was open. One long, heavy lick up his pulse point had Connor gasping. “You said yes O’ Connor my Connor.” He heard Micah whisper right before two sharp points jabbed into his flesh.
Connor cried out in pain, but before it could blossom into something worse a wave of pleasure crashed into him. It was so much that even though he could feel his cock spasming heavily he could barely feel the usual hot pleasure in his loins. It was more as if his entire body was cumming hot and hard.
Steady pressure was on his neck, and his body felt like it was turning into putty while Micah’s was become powerful steel. Some primal part of him was screaming frantically, but it too was washed way by the zinging pleasure wave. He sagged into Micah’s steely embrace, the steady sounds of swallowing reaching his fading ears.
The pleasure grew less intense, but never ebbed as something cold and tingly began to flow through him. He wanted to ask just what it was Micah was doing, and why, but the start of his words would not His heart felt strange, and his eyes heavy. He thought he could Micah’s voice, distant and echo-y as the swallowing grew farther apart, and the pressure on his neck increase.
It was not English…but then he was falling….and thought no more.
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If you live long enough, you are often able to realized that while you often have complete control over most of your life, there are those times when you stumble in to certain evens that are going to transpire whether you like it or not.
Case in point.
Micah was going to make Conner his childe.
It had been two weeks since they had first met, and a full week since he had last tasted Connor’s perfect blood. Yet as full as he currently was…he burned to taste it once again. Which that little tidbit burning in his brain he knew perfectly well that even if he up and left Connor behind, with the intention of never returning….he knew…he just knew that he would be compelled to get close to the man again, and nothing on heaven or earth would stop him. Never before in the entirety of his long life had he ever felt like this.
It was terrifying.
It was exhilarating.
He was fighting it of course. He was not sure if he had a choice in the matter, but he did not want to behave as his sire had. He wanted to make sure that such a life was something that Connor would at least be curious about.
Not to mention he had to clear away many, MANY preconceptions about his kind. Myths were bad enough but America’s Hollywood was even worse.
They had met every night, and had spent most of those nights simply talking under the stars. Connor had much to talk about, to vent about, and as always…Micah was a very good listener.
But tonight would be different. Tonight he had a very specific vein to take their conversation down.
“Have you ever thought about immortality?” Micah asked gently.
Connor twisted his head to look at Micah, popping the chewing gum in his mouth.
“Shore…who hasn’t? Death’s overrated don’tcha think?” Connor replied. “Course shore would suck ta jus’ keep gittin’ older and older till ya nuttin’ but a mummy.”
Micah’s lips quirked. An answer that implied a degree of forethought…lovely.
“No…nothing of the sort.” Micah assured. “Forever young, or at least the age you are now.”
“Ah…so whut’s the catch?” Connor asked. Micah chuckled, allowing a smile to fully form this time. One would be surprised at how many people would simply jump at the idea without asking any such questions. He was becoming more pleased by the moment.
“The catch is that you will never again walk in the sunlight. That you shall henceforth be a wolf among the sheep, a predator of your former fellow man.” Micah explained. Oh how he wished his own sire had bothered to utter those words once upon a time. Or hell…utter anything.
Connor snorted at Micah’s explanation.
“That’s a rather roundabout away to say vampire.” Connor quipped. “Do you sparkle?” Micah wrinkled his nose at that.
“Or a Dakhanavar I suppose…but no. Damn hacks appealing to barely teen girls.”
Connor chuckled, a deep, husky sound that tightened Micah’s loins. Oh how he craved the man…
“Ah have no idea what that word means. But lets see….Ah assume ya git all those lovely super powers eh?” Connor mused. “Sleep all day, party all night….still…blood sucking corpse of the damned? Ew…not sure Ah could handle havin’ ta kill people ta live.”
“Ah well, some distinctions to be made.” Micah began, feeling almost giddy with himself. “First off, in this thought exercise you are not dead, and not damned. Secondly no one need die if you…feed regularly, and yes, you will be so much more then a human.”
It made him nervous to describe such things. A lifetime of experience told him that secrets were kept for a reason. But at the same time…he wanted Connor to think about it. To really consider…what was going to happen.
Damn. Now he actually felt a little guilty.
The man of his desire glanced sideways at him, his rich dark curls blowing softly in the wind. Oh how enchanting Connor was, and how he ached to bury his fingers in to those curls and pull Connor in for an entirely different sort of kiss. He had tasted the man’s blood yes, but had yet to freely sample his lips and mouth.
Patience….patience.
“So whut are you? Sum kind of movie buff? Or is the rich boy one of them Vampire the masquerade players?”
Micah had no idea what that was. Yet now he would have to look into it. Thank god for smart phones…and Google.
Still…so Connor was no curious as to why he was inquiring about such a…juvenile topic. But curiosity and suspicion, though cousins to one another, were very different things. Micah almost wished he could claim to be one of those…players, and wished a game with Connor. Would be easier perhaps. Or perhaps not? Would it be a bad thing?
Human pop culture was rather hard to follow.
“As a matter of fact…yes I am.” Micah admitted. He grew up in the days where a painting was rarer then gold, so perhaps no one had been as astonished to see a motion picture for the first time as he had been. Then talkies! Good Lord…if only his Mother….Micah shook off the thought as Connor began to speak again.
“So…let me guess again. Dracula?”
Micah’s felt his face to sour.
“Hardly. Dreadful picture form a dreadful book based upon the drunken boasts of a dreadful man.” He spat. “I do admire Bela Lugosi’s acting talent however.”
Thankfully Connor seemed to completely miss his spilling more information then he would have meant to.
“So whut’s yer vamp fav then?”
“None of them really.” Micah admitted.
He did not much care for any media about his kind. Either they were brooding bores, or instant monsters. “Though I did get a chuckle from Fright Night back in the eighties.”
“So why the question?” Connor asked.
“A philosophical wonder with a price. Unlike say…the elixir of life.” Micah replied.
Connor hummed in his throat and went silent, perhaps contemplating. Astoundingly, Micah found himself rather anxious, and nervous, a mixture he very, very rarely had felt in the last century. What would he do if Connor rejected the idea? Granted, the man had no idea that Micah was feeling him out, but at the same time he did not feel that it was wise to just up and tell Connor the truth.
Old habits died hard.
“Shore…why not?” Connor finally proclaimed. “Gittin’ old’s overrated. Ah’d hate to end up like mah old man.”
A warm flood started to spread within Micah, starting form his belly.
“Truly? But what of your friends and loved ones? You will have to watch them grow old and expire.”
That had been the absolute worst thing for him once upon a time, so he felt he needed to be quite clear on that point.
“Ain’t really got no friends.” Connor said softly. “Besides…if there was sumbody Ah really wanted with me, Ah could always make them on too eh?”
“Ross.” Micah thought. About the only person Connor had spoken about with any warmth had been his younger brother. Whether Connor admitted it or not, Micah knew he would mourn such a passing. Especially if he could bring Ross with him. Yes…the true love of siblings. Micah remembered.
But the fact was that Connor would not be able to take one in with his kiss for at least fifty years, a lesson Micah himself had learned painfully. Of course after so many years, being frozen at such an add would most likely be abhorrent to anyone. Likewise, if he gave his final kiss to Connor he would not be able to do so for at least another twenty years without risking the true death of the kissed.
He rolled his mind over his internal rolodex. Taking a childe was no light act, but he did have a few friends who owed him enough to perform such a favor….provided of course that he took absolute and full responsibility for the newly sired.
“Not…frivolously but yes, you could.” Micah finally said.
“Well then whut’s the problem?” Connor mused. “Oh wait, there is still that…damned thing right?”
Warmth and need continued to spread within him, and he barely heard Connor’s words over the whisper of the beast. Still, had he not already said Connor would not be damned?
“No.” He murmured distantly. “That is a myth…”
“Oh? Well that’s handy.” Connor muttered.
His fangs tingled, and he swallowed thickly. Time to really press the issue.
“So let us say that I was such a creature dear Connor…and I offered you such a gift, as I have offered to take you from this place you find so abhorrent. What would you say?”
His entire body tightened in anticipation, and his anxiety only continued to grow in the quiet moments before Connor answered.
“Yer shore in a strange mood tonight.” Conner said with a smile. “Ah’d answer that yer weird. But if ah wuz in in a movie or sumthin’….Ah guess Ah’d be crazy to pass it up.”
Affirmative….yet not quite adequate.
“No Connor. That is no answer. Yes or no?”
The chocolate haired man looked at him quizzically, and for a moment Micah heart literally stopped, the thought that he had pushed completely too far boiling in his brain. But there was humor in Connor’s eyes and face.
“Yes Micah. Ah’d say yes.”
That was all he needed to hear. Actually it was far more then he needed to hear, and it was only centuries of practiced control that enabled him to restrain himself enough to keep from flat out pouncing the man. The depth of his need was frightening, but he could not fight it…not now. Now he was a man strapped to a racing train rumbling down a singular track with no way off.
But not here…not outside under a partially clouded sky.
“The night grows chill.” Micah slowly said, enunciating each syllable carefully. “Perhaps we might retire to the comfort of my hotel?”
His body was practically vibrating as connor popped his gum once more, a hint of his pink tongue on display.
“Ah’ve seen yer room.” Connor stated.
Nooooooooooo.
Micah’s stomach plummeted. This would be rushed as it was, there was nothing he could do about that. But he still wanted the right mood…to make the moment as exquisite as he could. He wanted to be a fey-like savior, shepherding Connor to a better life of pleasure and prey. Not the beast lunging upon the man to tear at his neck that he knew he could very easily be.
He did not want to be as his sire had been.
“Ah, but I have relocated.” Micah informed. “Far nice accommodations.”
“Mah dear Micah.” Connor whispered smoothly, imitated Micah’s own accent for a moment. “If Ah didn’t know any better, Ah’d say that yer butterin’ me up.”
“Well my dear Connor.” Micah purred. “You are sweet enough to eat.”
Connor chuckled, and Micah’s mood lightened. He took it as a good sign that Connor responded good naturally to his flirtations.
“Well…” Conner began as he stood, patting off his jeans and stretching his legs. “It is gittin’ a little cold…might as well eh?”
Micah smiled wide enough that his fangs were clearly exposed for a moment, a moment he was glad that Connor’s eyes were not upon him.
“Might as well.”
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Connor sighed as he stretched in his seat. He never would have expected something so sporty to be as comfortable as it was. He was almost tempted to ask just how much the car cost, but finding out that it was more then his entire family had made in their entire lives would just ruin the fantasy.
A little voice inside continued to whisper a warning. About what he was not sure, but it was certainly persistent. He just chalked it up to not being used to being around people. Hell, one time when he was a kid he had gotten so nervous about a sleepover that he had actually vomited.
Plus he was in too good a mood to let any of this be spoiled. Of course the bottle of wine that had drank while talking probably had a lot to do with the warm buzzing he felt. He hadn’t expected it that was for sure, but after Micah had produce it, and pour a glass for him he had not felt the need to decline. He had to admit…he rather enjoyed all the slight pampering he got when he was around the other man.
However he also had to admit that he found this whole situation a little…odd. Not so much the hanging out and talking, that had been awesome all week, more so Micah’s behavior. The other man was acting very much like the cat that got the cream. Or the cat that was…going to get the cream?
His groin stirred slightly as he wondered just what sort of cream Micah was thinking of tasting. Now, while Micah had flat out stated his preference for men, and he hadn’t exactly been shy about point out what he felt for Connor’s look, Connor did not think he had led Micah on.
Now, the food in his belly had been rather tasty, provided by Micah, Greek he had said, and then they had gone out for another chat under the stars. Micah had given him alcohol and now had basically invited him back to his place. So…if he had been in Micah’s seat, and had done the same thing with a girl…well he knew where things would be going. Or at least where they should be going.
Girls were weird like that.
Now while he did not consider himself a virgin, and it was easier to find a willing woman in a bible town like his then people would think, he had never actually gotten the full tour so to speak. Blowjob, hand job, those came easily enough, but the full she-bang…well that was a different story.
Connor giggled at his inner pun.
Oh sure he had been inside a girl, Tracy Smith to be exact, for a whole three thrusts before they had both panicked. They had liked one another well enough he thought, but neither wanted a baby. It had not been love that brought them together nor just lust. It was the fact that Tracy was one of the few girls to allow a condom, and Connor one of the few boys who would actually wear it. Problem was that the condom Tracy had had been so old, and hidden so long under weight in a hot leather purse it had basically disintegrated.
By the point they had both realized that, things had been a little heavy and both had a tenuous agreement that pulling out would be fine a whole two seconds before he had slid in. Of course once fully seated she had started to worry about him leaking, which in turn made him worry, and they had call the whole thing off.
Oh sure there were plenty of places in town that sold the thing that they needed, full up with gossipy cashiers…everyone would know in a day flat.
His father would know.
Hell, the worst beating he had ever witnessed was when Russell, before becoming an asshole, had been popped buying a three pack…the old man had damn near killed him.
It was kind of a theme. Finding a girl you could have fun with was easy, out in the country tomboys were plentiful at that, but they all had their eyes on the ring and kids. One could get the other, and with the farm and family business and all that…well the Murdoch boys were targets.
Especially him and Ross, the lookers he had been told. He had more then one girlfriend inform him that they would do the deed. But that it was going to be natural as God had intended, come what man.
Not the sort of thing a horned up teenage boy had wanted to hear. But Connor had had many a high school friend say ‘fuck it’ and go for it.
You could forget about the pill too. The last doctor who would do a write up for that had been run out of town years ago.
But to the point, and Connor really was not sure why all that had come to mind, perhaps it was wrong for him to think of Micah like that. He had to be honest…while he felt he was pretty tolerant of everybody, he had never thought too highly of gays. All sweaty, hairy fat fucks jerking around in restrooms and shit like that. Sure he had heard of clubs and sparkly boys in the city, but that was not how he had seen it.
But Micah…not only did the man look like something out of a movie, but he virtually oozed class.
Class and dignity. There had not been a sleazy moment yet between them. Maybe all Micah really wanted was a more comfortable spot for their…conversation.
That’s what they had called it so far. Their ‘conversation.’
Thus far the other man had proven to be nothing short of fascinating. He had been all over the world, to places Connor himself had only read about in books at school. He had not laughed when Connor had confessed, rather sheepishly, that as a teen it had been something of a dream to travel the world. Instead he had only smiled and said it was something Connor should set an opening for.
It was strange to think that, in only a matter of weeks, someone he had met in a bar, and embarrassingly passed out on, had basically become his best friend. Plus there was that time a few weeks back where he had called Micah up after a fight with his family, only to flat out fall asleep in the man’s car. Waking up in Micah’s bed with another note had been embarrassing as hell. Not to mention the fact that the other man had apparently carried him up to his room.
No…Micah had had plenty of opportunities to take advantage and thus far all he had been was…well a cool dude really.
But that was life he supposed. Sometimes you just got lucky and met someone out of the blue. Yes he still had some concerns, it was a little hard to believe that there was someone out there that actually wanted to help make his dreams come true. But at the same time, if Micah was some sort of psycho killer…he had had plenty of chances.
Connor had the feeling that Micah was, despite his smile and good natured humor, terribly lonely. Maybe, like Connor himself, all he really wanted was a friend.
Plus, if you had as much money as Micah seemed to have, you literally COULD be someone’s fairy godfather if you wanted.
It was not like he did not know anything about the other man either. Micah was not shy about talking about himself, even if he did tend to keep the subject on Connor, or about other various topics. About the only thing they had not touch upon were politics, though he had learned that, unsurprisingly, Micah was not fond of religion.
It was refreshing, to talk to someone with some intelligence for a chance. He certainly did not get any of that at home. Oh sure Ross was as smart as a whip, but the boy was far too meek. Not to mention if anyone walked in on them, they were invariably taken to task for either their godless talk, or for just flat out wasting precious time being lazy.
He was sick of it. Utterly sick of it. So if he had a way out…then he was taking it. All he had to do was make sure that Ross got out as well. After that? Well…he sure as fuck wasn’t looking back.
Connor glanced at the window, mildly curious as to the fact that nothing looked familiar any longer, just how far had they driven? Then his gaze was back on Micah.
“Kinda hard to believe yew wuz sum kinda sailor.” Connor drawled. “What with you being so pale in all.”
“Yes, well, as I have said, my days upon the sea were long ago.” Micah replied smoothly.
After that it was not long before they pulled in to a private parking lot, and upon exiting Micah’s beaut of a car Connor had to whistle appreciatively.
“Think Ah’ve driven by this place when Ah’ve had’ta go through the city.” Connor said. “But Ah ain’t neva seen it up close.”
“Oh it is of much higher quality then anything local to you I imagine.” Micah stated. “An actual chef for delivered service, proper cleaning…and….” Micah locked eyes with Connor, and gave him something of a saucy smirk. “Indoor pool.”
Connor chuckled, toeing at the pavement.
“Something tells me you ain’t wanting me to head back to the house tonight.”
“If I have my way dear Connor, you will never have to go back to that dreadful place ever again.” Micah purred. “And you will find that I often get what I want.”
Without another word Micah started towards a set of fancy looking doors and, increasingly bemused, Connor followed. No one questioned them as they strode across the polished marble floor bypassing the front desk completely. Though Connor did notice the proper nod of recognition that the woman at the desk gave Micah as he followed the man to an elevator door.
“God only knows what she thinks.” Connor thought as he stepped in beside Micah. “Probably something dirty.”
Then again…well what was someone to think when some sun kissed farm boy trailed behind a prim and proper fellow like Micah? Connor snorted to himself, amused by the thought. In that situation, sex wasn’t actually something he would consider.
“Thirtieth floor?” Connor muttered a the sight of the glowing button.
“Oh…the entire top floor is mine.” Micah stated cheekily.
Connor let out another low whistle, he seemed to be doing that more and more around Micah’s things, before replying.
“What’s that run ya?”
“Six hundred.”
“Oh…well that’s-”
“-A night.” Micah finished.
“That’s…that’s more then I make a week.” Connor fumbled.
“For the moment yes.” Micah retorted, glancing sideways at him.
As the elevator rose with the soft sounds of classical music filling the tiny metal box Connor’s stomach tightened, tensing with both concern and something of nervous anticipation. Which made no sense at all really, but he recognized it. It was just like with Tracy all that time ago. Which really did not make any sense.
Though Micah did have some kind of vibe about him. He seemed pleased, really pleased, and Connor got the feeling that Micah was anticipating something.
Was that something…him? He would hate to have things spoiled but if he went into his inner shrink mode and asked himself just how he felt about that…well….he didn’t’ really care.
He had made himself clear that he wasn’t going to be anybody’s woman. But…yeah alright, he had thought about it…and staring secretly at Micah’s plump lips and smooth features…he thought about it again. About those lips sliding over him, those sparkling eyes look up at him as he hit the back of a cultured throat.
Connor shirted as the mental picture had him swelling slightly. Was that normal? But his attention was caught by the sound of a soft gasp from Micah. His eyes were met by a heated gaze that had him blushing slightly.
Then there was that. It was weird, but there had been times when it felt like Micah could read his mind or something. The man would just do, or say, something that fit in so perfectly with what he was thinking it…well not off-putting but something close.
“Here we are.” Came a breathy whisper from Micah as the doors opened.
Feeling slightly self conscious Connor stepped out first, wondering what perverted spirit had taken hold of him. He could not quite deny the pull felt towards the other man, which seemed to get stronger at strange intervals. Not that he understood just what that would be, or what to do with it. He found himself following Micah to another door, strangely the only one in the tiny hallway, minus the fire doors of course. Micah produced some fancy-dancy keycard and the door popped open, much to Connor’s amusement. Plain ol’ metal keys just not good enough anymore?
He quickly forgot all about that the moment he stepped into the ‘room’. It was gigantic, and Connor realized that when Micah had said the entire top floor was his, he had not meant a collection of rooms. The ‘room’ was the entire floor! With his mouth agape Connor limply went along as he was divested of his coat.
“This…it…just…” He fumbled.
He wasn’t great at judging but it certainly looked like there was more square feet of room in the ‘room’ then his entire house had! Micah’s rich chuckle broke through his vocal stumble.
“Luxury suites do have their advantages.”
Sure he had heard of suites, luxury or not, but this was more like a flat or something. Isn’t that what a flat was? He did not really know.
“W-well…ya shore know howta impress a boy.” Connor muttered.
“Oh it was for no such thing.” Micah insisted. “I simply value my privacy.”
Connor was aware of Micah’s movement behind him, but he was still in utter awe of his surroundings. Crystal chandelier, full on fluffed carpet, hell…the was even a fireplace in the corner! Sure it was fake, false flames and all, but still. He could see a dining area and a kitchen…holy crap.
Unable to resist, connor lest Micah and started to roam. The kitchen had ever damn appliance he could think of…hell, he wasn’t even sure what some of them were. A quick inspection revealed that there were even dishes in the cabinets! Did the place not worry about thieves?
But none of that compared to the bathroom. Sweet Jesus the bathroom! Marble everything. Floors, walls, sinks. Giant…walk in shower with six nozzles all angled towards the center…and the tub…
“It’s not a tub!” Connor exclaimed. “It’s a gawd-damn pool!”
The thing had to be big enough for six or seven people! “Ah am so unbelievably poor.” He muttered.
“Perhaps you would enjoy a soak later.” Came Micah’s voice. Connor jumped at the sound, whirling around to face the man behind him.
“Don’t do that!” He gasped, clutching at his chest over his thudding heart.
Micah chuckled as he leaned against the door frame.
“Well if you are done tromping around my lodgings with your booted feet, perhaps you could join me.”
Connor glanced down, embarrassed to realize that he had not bothered to remove his boots. The place was expensive enough. Who knew what they would charge Micah if he mudded up and ruined the carpet.
“Well…uh..” Connor fumbled sheepishly.
But micah was wearing that look again, and it stopped him cold. That big cat on the prowl look, and connor swallowed thickly as he followed Micah’s beckoning. As they walked his entire body began to tingle with a nervousness that he didn’t understand.
“I have considered the various ways that I might go about this.” Micah remarked distantly. “Perhaps some tea and a light chat, a little music for ambiance.”
Micah stopped, halting Connor in front of one door that he had not explored. “Yet I find that even with all my patience, all my time hone control, and my wish for things to be at their perfect temperament…seeing you here now, alone…I realize that I simply can not wait any longer.”
Connor was about to ask Micah just what he meant when the other man surged forward. Strong hands slid under his shirt, and he found himself being pushed backwards with such urgency that he would have been stumbling, and probably fallen, had his feet actually been in contact with the ground.
“Whoa!” He cried out as his back hit the a soft bed, which felt a hell of a lot more comfortable then the backbreaker at home that he was used to. Before he could do more then slightly push himself up with his elbows Micah was crawling atop him like some sort of sensual cat, back arched and his ass shifting smoothly from the gliding movements of his legs.
The next thing he knew, Micah’s hungry face was hovering over his. “Um…ehhe…” Connor chuckled nervously.
That was all he could get out before Micah dipped down and caught his lips, devouring his mouth in a hungry kiss. His brain struggled with the rapidly sifting gears, trying to process what was happening, figure out just what was happening, and follow the instinctual protocol for such an event.
But it was rather hard with the cool, sweet taste of Micah’s mouth on his own, made doubly so when a hand began to rub against his rapidly hardening cock. His hands found shoulders, but he couldn’t quite muster the strength, or leverage, to push as he squirmed under the groping hand. He pressed his tongue against the invading one, seeing if he could work his way into the others mouth…or no…just to push the tongue out. Yeah…
But Micah was having none of that. He dominated the kiss until he finally broke away, allowing Connor a gasp of air.
“Micah.” He panted as the other man slid down his body, the molesting hand leaving slipping under his jeans to grasp at his heated flesh.
Rrrrrrip!
Connor blinked as cool air hit his chest, his mind numbly registering that Micah had just ripped the front of his shirt clean off, right before a hot mouth enveloped one of his nipples. He gasped, arching up into the wet heat as a slick tongue danced nimbly against the hardened little nub. “Christ…wha…” He panted, rocking under the body that pinned him in time to the hand that was now firmly stroking him.
With a wet pop his chest was released, though he could swear that he felt two sharp points daring to drive into his pectoral. With one last firm pump of his hand Micah fully released him, sliding down his legs like water. Then a hand dug into his left hip, followed by the right, snagging his jeans and underwear on either side. “Ah!” He squeaked as his butt was jerked upwards, his jeans and underwear tearing in half with a heavy rip.
Before he could even comprehend that his god damn jeans had just been torn like paper, and the strength required to do anything like that, what was left was being pulled down his legs. Fabric went flying, followed by the heavy thunk of each boot. A fine silk shirt joined the heap of fabric that had been his clothing, and then he was splayed out completely naked in front of a bare chested micah.
He was trying to bat away the haze of confusion and something else that was making it very hard to get his tongue working. But his weeping cock framed by Micah’s pale, smooth chest was a bizarre sight to process. Matters were not helped when Micah slid forward, his hands tracing along Connor’s thighs, and wet tongue running a line up his heated shaft. He had just enough time to lock eyes with Micah’s near glowing ones before soft lips ran over his tip, and then in one smooth line Micah swallowed his cock all the way down his throat.
Connor threw his head back in a gasp as he felt Micah’s throat constrict around him. Micah hummed, rocking his head an odd circle before swallowing hard, causing rough suction to pull against Connor. He squirmed under Micah’s mouth as the raven haired man began to lightly bob his head, allowing only a small fraction to slip form his mouth. His tongue caressed back and forth against the underside of Connor’s cock as he massaged the sensitive tip with his throat.
Connor panted as Micah kept him buried, amazed even through the haze. He had heard of deepthroating before, but damn…didn’t Micah have to breathe? There was no gasp or gag when Micah finally did come up, the tight seal of his lips never breaking. He did not even completely come off Connor, and he smiled around the shaft in his mouth as their eyes met. Micah stared into Connor’s eyes his tongue did circles around the tip of the cock in his mouth, making Connor’s legs twitch and jump.
Then he was pressing back down, sliding Connor back into his throat s if that was where he always belonged.
“F-fuck….” Connor groaned.
No hunny child, no matter how sweet, had ever worked him like this. The only one who had tired….well…it had been embarrassing….and messy.
Now seemingly content to move, Micah bobbed his head slowly up the length of Connor, his tongue sliding along hard flesh. Between that, and the pleasant suction Connor couldn’t quite pay enough attention to the two hard objects he felt rubbing along either side of his cock as he normally would have. He thought he caught the sound of something unsnapping, but was a little to concerned with the rising rush he felt building up. “Uh…w-wait….ah-haaa….Ah’m gonna….oh ” He panted.
But Micah never stopped, never came up for a breath. He only pressed down the full length, plunging Connor back down his tight throat as he pressed his lips and face hard into Connor’s pelvis. Micah held it, rocking his head, then slowly came back up to rapidly flick his tongue up and down against the very tip of Connor’s cock as he suckled at it. A heavy swallowing sound filled Connor’s ears and Micah took him right back down, and he gasped, squirming under the mouth that his hips were involuntarily thrusting in to. Micah made no move to stop that, if anything his hands slid under Connor’s bare ass to try and pull him even deeper.
Seriously…Connor had seen porno women, professionals he could only assume, that could not perform like Micah was currently doing. He had certainly seen enough rough oral sex videos to know…
Connor drew in quick breaths as the flood gates threw open, his back arching as he peaked, releasing heavily into Micah’s ever willing throat. A muffled sound came from Micah, almost completely cut off by the cock filling his throat as Connor spasmed inside of it, apparently pleased.
All too soon Connor sagged into the bedding as his release ebbed. Panting heavily he squeaked as Micah swallowed hard again on his sensitive tip.
“Al….always…wondered.” Connor gasped. He had never actually cum like that in someone’s mouth.
“I know.” Micah purred after releasing him with a wet pop.
“Ah!” Connor gasped as Micah’s fingers curled around his wet cock, stroking slowly. Which was something he was entirely too sensitive for right now.
“Wait! Ah! S-St-”
Micah’s lips found his inner thigh, and for a moment he felt two sharp points poking at him, but they were quickly pulled away. Micah hissed like a snake between his legs, not a sound Connor would have expected to hear for certain.
“No…” Micah growled, his voice sounding quite inhuman for a moment. “Not yet.”
Maybe he was hearing things?
The stroking, iron firm fingers, were not permitting blood to return to where it was needed, but he still was not completely oblivious.
“What?” He muttered, trying to ignore the hand long enough to push himself up.
“Nothing my dear Connor.” Micah soothed, right before something cool and thick was being poured over Connor’s aching cock. “A small favor please.” Connor’s eyes met Micah’s piercing, almost cat like eyes. “Stay. Hard.”
The words jabbed into Connor’s brain like daggers and his cock flexed and engorged for a moment like he was doing kegels. He had to look away to the ceiling just from the uncomfortable-ness of Micah’s gaze. But his cock remained a like a rock, something that had never happened after he had came before.
The bed shifted, and Connor took his attention off of the ceiling long enough to raise his head. He was not however, expecting Micah’s face to be right there.
“Gah!” Connor gasped, pulling his head back into the pillow much to Micah’s apparent amusement. How the hell was the man so fucking quiet?! “Don’t do-hua!” He sucked in a deep breath as he felt himself being angled, right before Micah sat down, and Connor felt himself sliding into a very tight channel.
He brought his hands up to grip Micah’s shoulders as the man’s weight settled atop his pelvis. Micah’s face was a mask of pleasure and contentment, his eyes fluttering under thick lash. “Wha….” Connor gasped, almost confused at the situation his nerves and brain were reporting back to him. “Sweet Jayzus…..am Ah up yer ass?!” He whispered harshly, his voice dropping back into a thick drawl.
A look of unbelieving humor came over Micah’s face, and he chuckled, a rich, spine shivering sound.
“Why yes dear Connor.” Micah purred. “The full length of your thick hardness is nestled deep within my body. So good of you to be paying attention.”
Micah’s ass slid up, Connor’s cock easing out, and he tensed. A full throated groan pulled itself out of him as Micah’s weight settled back down, a tight, hot ring squeezing down on his shaft the whole way. Micah’s hands found his chest, playing along his pectorals and nipples. “Now my dear stallion. You have been saddled…time for you to submit to your rider as is proper.”
With nothing but leg muscles Micah began to rise and drop himself, bouncing atop Connor’s cock.
Oh god it felt good, he didn’t’ ask for it and didn’t remember saying okay but it was so slick and hot and tight. Tight to the point where he was pretty sure that Micah had to be actively squeezing him. Or….maybe asses were just that tight on their own?
He did not know, and he didn’t have time to ponder it. He was too busy trying to avoid Micah’s heated gaze, the way his tongue traced his lips in wanton hunger, or the sexy snarl that seemed to present itself. There was not time to even contemplate how he felt about all of this, even though he was pretty sure he could force Micah off of him. His body just…did not want to. But even as unsure as he was his hands still found Micah’s thighs, rough worked fingers running up their silk over steel smoothness. Micah certainly had hard muscles Connor was finding out. Both in his legs and the thudding weight into his own pelvis as Micah’s ass continued to swallow up his cock.
Micah purred appreciatively and press down hard, causing the bed to bounce slightly with them. If Connor could have reached he might have moved to cup the ass that rode him. Instead his hands curled inward, teasing along Micah’s thighs. Had Micah been a girl he would have slid up the stomach to grasp at a pair of bouncing breasts. But he was not, a fact that occurred to him again as Micah’s momentum caused his own bobbing cock to slap wetly against Connor’s stomach.
Connor hesitated, unsure of himself.
“Touch me.” Micah purred, his hands pulling Connor’s to him. “You are being broken in stallion, now stroke me whilst I ride you.”
Connor’s fingers curled around an unfamiliar hardness, a very odd feeling to be sure. Odder still that he had not actually mentally agreed with the command. It was not exactly repulsive, but he couldn’t say it was thrilling either.
The wet skin glided smoothly as he gave an experimental stroke on a whim, and his heart jumped as Micah threw his head back with a rumbling groan that Connor could swear shook the walls.
“There’s more…its…uh..” Connor fumbled.
“My people did not practice slicing up our men at birth.” Micah gasped.
“Yet you treat men like horses?” Connor joked, trying to combat his nerves even as Micah plunged his cock in and out of his ass. Micah smiled slyly down at him, as he leaned forward to put his hands and weight on Connor’s chest.
“Oh yes you young stallion.” Micah cooed. “How fortunate for you that I am an experienced rider.”
Connor swallowed thickly from the heat in Micah’s voice, and the building pressure in his loins. A small gasp escaped him as Micah pinched both of his nipples, rolling them between his strong fingers. “First thing…one must often ride them hard to find there limits.” Micah purred as his thighs flexed, the pace quickening as his ass pounded into Connor’s pelvis.
Connor stretched his legs, rolling his head back to the feel of that hot, tight channel squeezing and sliding over him. He may have cum not too long ago but his cock was not used to this kind of treatment at all. He couldn’t even jerk off by maybe once every other month if he was lucky. His hands finally found Micah’s hips, fingers digging into his flesh so that he could thrust up into that tight heat. But Micah ground down into him, stilling his movements.
“A rider must also pace his stallion, lest he be exhausted too quickly.” Came Micah’s heated whisper.
Connor was not sure just w hat he was supposed to say to that, or the cocky little smirk pointed his way. He supposed in keeping with the theme ‘sometimes they just want to run’ would do. But before he could care enough to try Micah’s hands were on his shoulders, pulling him up. Then he was sitting up, the still impaled Micah in his lap, with a pair of legs around his waist. Yet even in a position where he would have thought movement would be especially awkward Micah managed. Not just rocking back and forth but actual in and out movement. Using what muscles Connor did not know, and how strong they were he couldn’t guess, but they were more then enough to cause that tight sheath to continue to stroke him wondrously.
Seriously though, how the hell was Micah still bouncing on him?
Micah’s arms curled around his shoulders and neck at the same time his own fingers found a firm, round ass. Micah cooed in this throat as Connor squeezed him, and he found himself doing his best to lift and squeeze in time with Micah’s flexing muscles.
“Oh gawd…” Connor moaned, orgasm number two throbbing hotly in his cock. Micah chuckled against his lips before claiming them in another hot, possessive kiss.
Connor broke away first, turning his lips away from Micah as he gasped for breath. Undeterred, Micah’s lips found his pulse, licking across his skin as if it were candy. Connor shuddered as Micah’s fingers dug into his hair, tightening into an anchoring grip. Panting, he twitched inside of the tight sheath of Micah’s body, his leaking pre-cum slicking it further.
“After tonight.” Came Micah’s hot whisper into his ear. “Everything will change.”
The fingers tightened, pulling until his neck was open. One long, heavy lick up his pulse point had Connor gasping. “You said yes O’ Connor my Connor.” He heard Micah whisper right before two sharp points jabbed into his flesh.
Connor cried out in pain, but before it could blossom into something worse a wave of pleasure crashed into him. It was so much that even though he could feel his cock spasming heavily he could barely feel the usual hot pleasure in his loins. It was more as if his entire body was cumming hot and hard.
Steady pressure was on his neck, and his body felt like it was turning into putty while Micah’s was become powerful steel. Some primal part of him was screaming frantically, but it too was washed way by the zinging pleasure wave. He sagged into Micah’s steely embrace, the steady sounds of swallowing reaching his fading ears.
The pleasure grew less intense, but never ebbed as something cold and tingly began to flow through him. He wanted to ask just what it was Micah was doing, and why, but the start of his words would not His heart felt strange, and his eyes heavy. He thought he could Micah’s voice, distant and echo-y as the swallowing grew farther apart, and the pressure on his neck increase.
It was not English…but then he was falling….and thought no more.
To be continued.