Smoke and Mirrors

by
Melody Clarke

Part Nine

Vinnie's lips were c1ose....Frank had never seen a mouth that beautiful on a man. So, okay, he'd noticed. He'd seen Vinnie kiss Amber a couple of times. And right before his lips zeroed in...Frank was ashamed. to find he'd observed... Vinnie did this little bottom-lip nibble he did. Cute as a button, this sweet little signal to the beloved victim: took out, you're about to be kissed.

Truth tugged sharply at Frank's heart as Vinnie tilted his head to come in for the kiss, then softly nibbled his lip.

"Mygod." Frank whispered, pulling away and around and standing up into the center of the circle.

He let himself remember.

He refused to look at Vince. "I come to San Juan and the head coach at Camp RevpJation gives me some G.Q. Annual Survey quiz about how my wires run. And then he asks what I know about you and your sexual preference. So, I'm askin' you, does what I thought I knew about your sexual preference even remotely resemble the truth?"

"Some of it."

"How much of it?" Vinnie stood up, taking a threatening step into the circle...toward Frank. "About half."

"Meaning you're - "

"Yeah,"

Frank McPike was definitely dancing with the White Rabbit now. "You wanna tell me about it?"

"What do you wanna know?" Vinnie's blue eyes sparkled, a knowing smile threatening from his soft lips. "I don't really wanna talk about the sex part, Frank, not just yet.  I wanna talk about love."

"I'd rather skip the entire subject."

"l know you would," Vinnie purred. his hand massaging Frank's chest. But you're gonna hear it. You're gonna hear about me lookin' at you on that table wilh the life draining out of you. I said I couldn't imagine life without you, Frank, remember? I meant it. I realized, right then, that without you, I had nothing."

Frank's eyes were stinging again. Tears coming on, tears and sympathy and who-the-hell-knew-what in their wake. He was breathless and numb to the heart. "Vinnie, you cannot be serious....."

. "No, Frank, save the cynical snipes." Vinnie stole another step closer, both hands now rubbing without mercy. "'You gonna tell me you can't give that kind of love to a man, Frank..to me?  Then how come last night when you were tired, you let me hold you in my arms.. And when I kissed you, you kissed me back. How come when I touched you places I thought would make you feel good. you enjoyed it." Vinnie stepped forward to breathe fire with the last question into Frank's eyes. "How come, when all I did was touch you, I got you hard?"

Frank thought to run, but was trapped instead against the sofa. "That is your imagination."

"Oh, yeah? Then you imagine this," Vince said, and with the tip of a finger boosted Frank's chin.

Vinnie nibbled his lower lip and pressed his mouth over Frank's.

For a long moment, the warm and tender urgency of one mouth met only rigidness, resistance. Then Vince retreated for Frank to breathe and then recaptured parted lips again to flip his tongue between them.
The effect at first was soft, subtle, but then a small, wild noise stormed out of Frank. He pushed theirmouths together, his tongue thrusting feverishly down Vinne's throat. This time the soft and raspy sounds were Vincent's own...moanlng.. pleading.. half-desperate.

"Frank," Vinnie groaned to break the kiss, "don't you dare try to stop me now."

Vince's lips surged upon Frank's throat, suckling thirstily at flesh.

And Frank felt like victim to his vampire, lulled into a white heat daze while the last of his resistance was sucked off by Vinnie's need. His robe was stripped away. And first cold air embraced him and then warm arms and he basked in the spice-scented tide of Vinnie's hair.

The scent rushed through his senses and up to his mind and it scattered his sanity like speed.

He pushed. Vinnie back against the sofa and straddled his legs. He tore open his robe.
Vinnie's eyes were hazed and aglow with longing. His smile might have melted stars.

"Do it, Frank," he moaned.

Part Ten

Frank forced his gaze down past the fall of black hair, past the sweet, familiar, copper swells of muscle, and along the equator of fine dark hair that plunged into the thick black throng at Vinnie's groin.

As Frank sensed a hot hardness goad his own erection, he forced his gaze toward Vinnie's cock. His groin stirred as he watched Vinnie's hand grip his own stiff shaft to brush its dewy glans against Frank's. With a second firm prod of flesh, the first warm rays of pleasure shined through him. "C'mon, Frank," Vinnie's voke moaned through his loose web of thought. ''Touch me. Make it real for us both."

Frank felt his hand obey, felt it reach slowly to finally whisper fingertips over Vince's cock, flushed and pulsing rigid with blood-fever. It felt soft, too, soft as Vinnie's mouth.

"This alright, Vince?"

"Yeah, Frank." Vinnie choked back a moan, his every knotted muscle tense with longing. "Just...touch a little harder."

"Like this?" Frank's bashful fingers pondered glans to shaft, sweeping unknowingly along a raw nerve of pleasure. The gentle thrilling of that nerve swelled into a dark crescendo of sensations, quivering and hungry.

A spasm wrenched Vince back against the sofa, and his cock to life against Frank's hand.

"Vince, are you okay - "

"Yes," Vince gasped sharply, fighting for a little composure...just a little...a little to quell dark thoughts of dragging Frank to the floor and giving lesson number one the hard way. "Cmon, Frank. Grab it. Just jerk me if you wanna, like you do yourself. Just, please....." Vinnie whispered, a young man's passion hitching violently through his chest, "do something..."

"Vince," Frank murmured, smoothing sweat from his brow. The San Juan sun was already blistering the windows. "It's just I have never done this before and I - "

"Don't worry about fuckin' technique, Frank!" Vince gasped, then stopped himself short. He gulped air for a little composure...just a little bit more.

He reached up to caress Frank's face, as if to remedy his words. "Look...do whatever...whatever you want...anything involving you and my cock right now is gonna feel better than I can stand."

Frank nodded, relaxing enough for curiosity to fill his eyes and his hand to wrap around Vinnie's erection. He flexed his hand once, then gripped.

The hand jerked a groan out of Vince that rushed across the room as Vinnie clutched at sofa, as he lurched upward to meet Frank's fist as it pumped rhythmically along that raw line of pleasure.

Frank's thumb rubbed tenderly over the glistening cleft of a cock now stiff and hot and yearning in his hand. "This okay, Vince?" he whispered, winded.

Vinnie shook his head, mute from wild pleasure that choked off words. His anxious bronzeness flushed as if assailed by fire. "Helluva lot better than okay..... he gasped sharply, "just please don't stop...please god don't stop..."

Frank breathed raggedly, smiled softly, and smoothed his free hand up Vinnie's tight stomach that trembled as he touched, that dragged a second groan out of Vince. And Frank was feeling his own pangs of lust grow steadily inside him. Lust and love, intertwining, he now felt he'd known all along, he'd loved him and he'd known it all along.

"You love me, Vince?" Frank gasped out, half-confused, half-amazed at the very idea, but wanting the words right then more than sex.

''Very much," Vinnie whispered deliriously, his blue eyes boring into Frank's.

Frank sighed softly, smiling. 'Then I think I know something that would make you feel even better," he whispered, and softly moistened his lips.

His heart thundering, Frank leaned forward to shyly kiss Vinnie's prick.

But as he heard a stifled scream rip through his young lover, passion drove away all fear.

Frank's mouth consumed Vinnie's cock.

.. ...Frank. .," Vinnie coughed out, breathless, grasping him, thrusting hips to gratefully fuck Frank's mouth.

Frank sucked only once, managed but a swab of tongue before Vince gasped wildly and surged up once more, to pump hot life into Frank's blindly greedy mouth.

His mind surfaced after a moment, his throat muscles aching pleasantly from swallowing.

Hands were dragging him upward. Hands that drew his mouth to another mouth that swamped his hungrily, all moist and hot and spreading his lips to infuse a tongue. The tongue marauded the depths of his mouth until he shifted polarity, until his tongue raided the mouth in return.

Part Eleven

Vinnie's body, now beneath him, arched up against him, confessing an erect cock that hadn't yet waned.

"Frank McPike," Vince whispered hotly into an ear, then filling it with tongue. "you are my personal lord and savior."

"A simple thank you will suffice."

"Oh, no it won't." He clutched Frank to him, nibbling absently at his neck, Vinnie's long dark hair falling silently around them. "Tell me what you need, Frank. What your body wants. Whatever it is, I'll do it. 'cause I'm gonna want you again real soon, Frank, and I got somethin' pretty hot in mind."  He flashed a smile into Frank's eyes. "If I can talk you into it. that is."

Frank sighed, leaning heavily against Vince's chest. "Whatever it is, Vince. you know l'll do it." He reached for Vinnies hand, still cool and slick with Aloe, and enclosed it around his cock now throbbing with heat. "But all I want right now is for you to hold me in your arms and bring me off, like you were gonna do last night, Vinnie."

"You got it," he whispered, rolling Frank back against the sofa, to curl around him as he had the night before.  He began to stroke him steadily, tenderly. He brushed their lips together. "How come you didn't let me do this last night?"

"I wish I had."

"Frank," Vinnie moaned, as his hand fucked Frank's cock faster, harder, as a viscous wetness seeped back into his palm. "I dunno, you're pretty hot. Way too hot to be satisfied with just a hand-job." He delicately licked at an earlobe, whispering, "C'mon, let me go down on you."

Frank had gulped a breath to mask his torment. But the twin assault of Vinnie's hand, of Vinnie's words forced him to gasp for air. Then he shook. his head. ""I don't think....I can take it."

''You can take it."

"It's kinda hot in here."

"Then we'll cool off first," Vince said, releasing Frank to rise up on his knees. He shined a smile down at the other man as he reached for both their robes. He tossed them over a shoulder, then reached to pull Frank up.

He tenderly pulled off Frank's glasses. "It's gonna get a little wild over there. But the Frank McPike I love isn't scared of anything."

"I got some bad news for you."

Vinnie smiled, kissed his nose. 'Well, a little fear's good for the heart," he said, then pulled him over the sofa and inexorably to the edge of the hot tub.

Vinnie merged first into the warm flow as it swirled around in embrace. He revelled a long moment, then rose up from the water, his thick wet hair flowing down broad shoulders shining in the soft light. And Vinnie's cock, never flac· cid, now stood up again, stiff and blushed an eager crimson.

It was petrifyingly obvious to Frank that Vince was hot again - hungry for air, nipples stiffened on flushed, moist skin. There wasn't anywhere on Vince that Frank didn't want to touch. But what Frank had hoped would be a little guileless, guiltless loving had become the main event - he had a feeling Vince had just lured him into the heart of everything he was afraid of...

And Frank had a horrible feeling there wasn't anything he wasn't willing to do for Vince.

Vinnie washed the sweat off a shoulder, his tongue softly moistening his smile. "Make up your mind, Frankie. Force or surrender."

Frank shook his head slowly. "The story of my life," he said, then took a long step down.

The waler licked at his ankles with rising fear and passion, its step-jets purring effervescence all around him. He only recalled he was naked when he lowered himself to a step, and felt the flow assail his cock and stir it to life again.

And then a large hand seized it. And began to stroke it demandingly.

"Vince:' Frank seethed, the delight which had diffused into vaguest pleasure now swarming heatedly through his groin. "I think I should've made a run for it while I had the chance."

"You'd never have had one," Vince purred, his hand fucking Frank's cock harder as he reached to tub-side, to a blue deck tile that jutted above the rest. He tapped the tile and pulled it back like a lid. From within he removed a magnum so chillled a mist unfurled from the bottle and across the flow.

Part Twelve

"A hot tub fridge." Frank gasped, "god is that classy - "

Vince pumped hard to silence him. Frank groaned, snapping his body back against the step.

"You shut up," Vinnie purred, stroking for emphasis, "and get this ready for sucking."

"Vinnie,I..."

"Shut up, Frank," Vinnie whispered, his whole hand mastering Frank's arousal as his other pried up the collar-cork of the champagne. With a sharp gasp, the magnum bottle opened. "This is the best champagne in the world, Frank. Siduisant, courtesy of Brother Love in honor of our first night in bed. I won't even tell you how much it costs. But it's all for you, Frank. every ounce. You wanna sip?"

Frank shook his head feverishly, trying his best to stay on top of his lust "I feel," he whispered, "like I'm drunk enough already."

"You sure?" Vinnie said, rubbing the ice cold magnum across his own bare shoulder. Tipping the bottle, he drizzled champagne down his chest. "Just a little taste?"

Frank groaned in surrender, and grabbed for him, his lips and tongue enveloping and slavering to suckle over wine-flavored nipple and flesh. He grasped for Vinnie's hard shoulders and found soft handfuls of fragrant hair that flowed over him, deluging until a hand clasped him hard against a wall of chest, against a rock-hard arousal that pistoned hungrily against him.

The magnum's icy mouth pined over his lips until he parted them. And a stream of bubbles and Siduisant flooded over Vince's nipple and into Frank's mouth.

And the stream lifted to cascade across him, down his head and over his shoulders as he felt strong arms buoy him up. It freed his mouth, leaned him back and lifted him up to the step for a fist to seize his dick.

And Vinnie's tongue slithered down his throat, lapping up the path of wine, teasing across his chest. Frank's fingers hungered through precious black waves of damp hair. All the years he'd seen Vinnie's hair and wanted to touch it, smell it...but men didn't do that... And now Vinnie sucked at his throat, pumped searing blood through his cock, and, as Frank watched, reached for the magnum of champagne yet again.

"My hair turn you on, Frank?" Vinnie gasped, kissing his face, his chin, his brow.

Frank groaned, nodding in delirium. "It always has."

"Then I got a good idea," he murmured softly, kissing down the wall of Frank's chest.

For a moment, Vince's hand released the cock to sweep a tide of hair toward it, tenderly teasing Frank's aching arousal with moist dark locks. And then Vinnie's band gathered the black waves around Frank's cock and began to pump it again.

"My hair turn you on more now, Frank?" Vince whispered, dowsing the remainder of the Seduisant over his lover's firm stomach, feeling it splash across the fused fire of his hand and hair around Frank's cock.
His lips thirsted over the slick sinew of Frank's stomach, wine-sweet and trembling as he kissed and licked and sucked away champagne. And his hand and hair went on pumping lust from the hard, fiery muscle in his fist. And Frank writhed back against the stair in the final onslaught, breathless and wordless until he gasped free a hard, knotted moan to gulp for air.

" Vinnie..."

"Vinnie, what?" Vince screamed back, lust burning through him as through Frank. "For fucking sake, Frank, say it. You're hurtin' for it and you know it."

"We can't- "

"We can."

"I don't think.... I can deal with it - "

"Just deal with it, Frank, forchristakes, just deal with it! Come on."

Trembling fingers climbed tenderly up Vinnie's hair, to crown his head. To push him down.

''Vinnie,'' Frank moaned from the depths of him.

"What?" Vince gasped.

"...Suck me. "

Vinnie groaned, and freed Frank's cock to tease it with his tongue, to relish the hungry tremors pulsing up his trophy.

Frank writhed desperately to meet his mouth. "Vinnie please.."

"Yes," Vince moaned. and swallowed Frank's cock.