Author: Charlotte
Rated: NC-17
Feedback: MistressCyberia@hotmail.com
Chapter 1“It’s cold.” Brian complains, crossing his arms.
“It’s ice, it’s supposed to be cold.”
He giggles as I finish piling ice packs around his legs. We had only spent a few hours at the hospital, and most of that time was taken putting twenty stitches in my back. Brian had gotten x-rays, no fractures or any other bad damage. They just pumped him full of painkillers and told him to keep ice on his legs. We just have to wait until the bruising on the soles of his feet goes away before he can walk again. They loaned us a nifty wheelchair in the meantime.
So now I have Brian set up in my bed, still wearing nothing but the big t-shirt we took from Nick’s apartment. It makes him look so small and vulnerable.
And it’s giving me some nice, naughty thoughts.
“I’m freezing. Why can’t I put on more clothes?”
I trail my fingers up his thigh. “Because I like you in as few clothes as possible.” As if to emphasize my point, I grip the hem of his t-shirt and slide it up past his hips.
“AJ!” He tries to push the shirt back down.
I grab his hands and set them next to his sides, giving him a stern look. “Do you want me to warm you up or not?”
He crosses his arms and pouts. “How are you going to warm me up if you’re taking off all my clothes?”
I shake my head. “Poor, innocent Churchboy.” I push the shirt up to his chest, pressing a kiss above his navel.
My cock stirs as he shivers.
Straddling his hips, I tug the shirt over his head. His nipples are tiny and hard. I take one in my mouth and begin to suck on it. His cock begins to harden against my stomach.
I run my mouth up his throat and let my lips hover above his. “Feeling any warmer yet?”
Brian groans, his lips pressing against mine. I open my mouth to his tongue, which is plenty warm. I rub my hips in a slow circle against his erection and he moans into my mouth, breaking away and resting his head on the pillows, panting.
My brow wrinkles. “Why Brian, you’re looking a little flushed now. Maybe I need to cool you down?” I grin and open one of the ice packs, extracting an ice cube.
I trace it over Brian’s lips, chasing it with a deep kiss. I slide it down his throat and circle his nipples, licking up the cold water trail it leaves. I let it melt down his stomach and drink it out of his navel.
His cock is now pressing insistently against my thigh.
I sit up and tap a finger against my lips. “Hm, you still look a little warm.” I retrieve another ice cube from one of the packs and pop it in my mouth. I smile wickedly and lower my head to his cock. The ice is nestled in my tongue, and I run it over the ridge on the underside of his cock. He shudders against my mouth, hands tangling in my hair. I suck on the tip, slowly and thoughtfully as his hips writhe beneath me.
Cold water mingles with warm pre-come on my tongue. His cock pulses against my lips, hot and trembling inside my mouth. I drag the ice cube up and down his length with my tongue, letting it melt against the heated flesh. His fingers are practically pulling my hair out at the roots and the ice cube is rapidly diminishing.
“AJ!” he gasps.
I sit up and look at him, rolling the little bit of ice left around in my mouth. His face is infused with blood, lips parted and breathing shallow, eyes squeezed shut.
One eye pops open, desire-darkened. “AJ, why’d you stop?” he whines.
“Well it doesn’t seem to be working. You’re looking positively feverish now.” I purse my lips and run my finger thoughtfully up his cock.
He groans and arches against it. “Please, AJ!”
I trace my finger up his torso, tip his chin up, and run it across the crease in his lips. He nips at it.
Well what do ya know, he actually nipped at it. Maybe there’s hope for Churchboy after all.
I pat his cheek and climb off him.
“AJ!” he complains.
“That’s my name, and you’re starting to wear it out.” I head into the bathroom and open up the medicine cabinet.
“What are you doing?” Brian calls from the bedroom.
“Getting some medicine for your fever, dear.” I reply in a drippingly sweet voice. I grab a bottle of aspirin and walk back into the bedroom where Brian is sitting with his arms crossed in front of his chest and pouting again.
His cock is still very hard.
“They gave me plenty of painkillers at the hospital, I don’t need anymore.” His hand strays to his cock, and his voice turns deep and husky. “I just need you.”
Holy shit!
I nearly drop the bottle. With the way my cock just stood up at full attention, you’d think it was Viagra instead of aspirin.
Where’d little Churchboy learn to sound like that? Like a good hard fuck in hot, melted butter?
Painkillers. They do tend to make people act differently, don’t they?
Now, I know really shouldn’t take advantage of him like this…but…
Hey wait just one fucking minute. Why the hell shouldn’t I take advantage of him like this? Painkillers are wonderful things.
A wide grin splits my face. “Well Brian, why didn’t you just say so?” I toss the aspirin aside and yank the nightstand drawer open, retrieving the bottle of lube.
Brian smiles wickedly back at me as I climb back on top of him. But when I take his hand off his cock, and begin to coat it with lube he bites his lip and gives me a questioning look.
I finish up with the lube and flick the head of his cock. “Too late to back out now, Churchboy.”
Brian’s eyes widen and he bites back a moan. “No, it’s just that I thought - ” but I’m already lowering myself onto his cock. I can feel him stretching the inside of me with that slow, exquisite burn. I sink down on him with a low groan. His hands run up my thighs and grip my hips as I start to move. My hands are splayed across his ribs as I ride him, and I can feel his lungs expanding and contracting with each breath. I begin to rock faster and his breathing accelerates, his face contorting. Wild moans claw their way out of his throat as a deep flush creeps down his neck. Then his eyes and mouth open wide and I feel liquid warmth hit the walls of my rectum. My hands tighten on his chest and my eyes drift shut.
And then the phone starts to ring.
“Fuck.” I moan, and begin to crawl off Brian. But to my surprise his hands grip my waist and hold me on top of him.
“Let the machine get it.” he says in that husky, sexy, satisfied voice.
Well hell, I can’t say no to that.
Brian’s hands run across the tops of my thighs and brush my aching cock.
I hear the machine beep in the other room. “Hey AJ, it’s Howie. Pick up.”
I groan and roll of Brian. He pouts at me and I kiss him on the cheek. “Sorry babe, I gotta take this.”
I pad naked into the living and pick up the phone. “What’s up, D?” I flop down on the sofa.
“I got a new job for you.”
My head lolls back. “Sorry, no can do. I’m on vacation.”
“But you need this, AJ. Your reputation took a real black eye over the Richardson situation.”
I sit up. “Hey, that wasn’t my fault. The client changed his mind.”
“That’s not the point. Richardson was some of the toughest shit you had ever been put up against, and you failed. People are starting to talk AJ. They’re wondering if you’re really all you’re cracked up to be.”
“If I had wanted Richardson dead, he would’ve been. You know that.”
“It doesn’t matter what I know. It matters what people are saying. You know this AJ. You need something to prove them wrong. And you need it now. In this business, if your reputation is shot, you ain’t got shit. I’m trying to help you out here, man.”
I sigh. As much as I hate to admit it, he’s right. “What’s the target?”
The relief is evident in Howie’s voice. “It’s perfect. Richardson’s cousin. Brian Littrell.” Shit.
I look at Brian, just-fucked and lying in my bed with ice packs piled around his legs. Waiting for me.
Shit.
“AJ? You still there?”
I turn back around and sigh. “I’ll take it.”
I can sense his grin over the phone. “Great. I’ll be by this afternoon with his file.”
I sit forward. “No need. I know everything I need to.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay then, call me and let me know how it goes, huh?”
“Yeah. Later.” I set the phone back in its cradle and head back into the bedroom.
Brian opens his eyes and gives me a sleepy, sensual smile. “Now where were we?”
I laugh and drop a kiss on his forehead. “You were just about to take a nap.”
His brow wrinkles. “But…you haven’t…” he nods towards the erection bobbing between my legs.
I run my hand through his short curls. “Don’t worry about it.”
He grasps my wrist brings my hand to his face, where he nuzzles it against his cheek. “But I want to.” He peers up at me with those impossibly bright eyes.
I tug my hand away and step back as my resolve threatens to crumble completely. “You need to get some rest. Anyway, I have a few errands to run.”
Hurt skitters across his features. I run the backs of my knuckles over his eyebrow. “Shh. Get some sleep, okay? We can have fun later.”
Brian looks up at me and nods glumly.
I turn away and head into the bathroom.
I’m one dumb fuck, you know that?
I got a drugged, hot little Churchboy in my bed who wants to get me off, and I just told him to go to sleep?
Damn, I have more problems than I thought.
I turn on the shower and step inside, letting the hot water pound my body and my throbbing cock, stinging in the stitched flesh of my back.
Ah, that’s the shit.
I wrap my hand around it and begin to pump roughly, letting images of the last few days flash through my mind.
Nick’s hot tongue on my ear, Kevin handcuffed underneath me, Brian’s unsure grip when he jacked me off for the first time.
Warm rivulets of water stream down my body, bubbling over the electricity that runs just under my flesh. Being inside Nick’s soft, tight, ass. Kevin’s mouth sucking the blood off my inner thigh. Brian’s hesitant fingers in my ass. Brian’s wicked grin as he lowers his face to my cock. The taste of Kevin’s come on my tongue. The expression on Brian’s face as Kevin pushed his fist into his tender ass.
My hand speeds up and I can feel the pressure building in my balls.
Kevin naked and lounging on the bed.
Nick in red pumps and smeared lipstick.
Kevin’s cock in my ass.
Brian’s cock in my ass.
Brian’s warm flesh against mine.
Brian’s sultry, fuckable, drugged voice.
Brian’s soft lips wrapped around my cock.
Brian’s eyes, dark with drugs and desire.
I throw my head back and groan, come spilling over my hand and hitting the sides of the tub. I slump against the cool, damp wall, breathing heavily. Wisps of images still float through my mind.
Kevin’s glowing eyes and the ghost bite of a knife.
I can feel it all burning under my skin. I let the water wash over me, let all the desire and pain swirl down the drain. Let the steam clean out my brain. I need a clear head now.
I pick up the soap and briskly wash myself. Then I turn off the shower and step out, wrapping a towel around my waist and heading back into the bedroom. Brian’s asleep. Good.
I gather up my trademark wifebeater and ripped jeans and begin to get dressed. I stand surveying my arsenal for a moment.
It has a new addition now, Kevin’s .357 SIG Sauer. I pick it up, gripping it loosely and letting my gaze slip over the hard, shiny surfaces. I wonder if Kevin misses it yet.
I set it on the nightstand and retrieve my usuals. The Baby Eagle in the shoulder holster, Glock in the small of my back, Berretta in my boot. I strap the knives on my forearms, and finish it off by slipping on my leather trenchcoat.
I head for the door but stop by the bed to pull the blanket up over Brian’s bare shoulders. I brush a stray curl off his forehead, then turn around and leave.