Never Again – 6

 

The evening was warm, a blessed relief from the past few days that had been unseasonably chilly in Joseph's opinion. He turned to Rawleigh, suggesting they go down toward the river, away from the streets that were still busy even at that hour of the night.

As they strolled, Joseph could sense the tension rolling off his companion. The question is, am I willing to ease it. Or perhaps more to the point, how will I alleviate it? Verbally or physically?

He was more than willing to admit, to himself at least, that taking the young man to his bed would not be an unwelcome venture. He did trust Rawleigh to the extent of believing he would never reveal what happened, should they have a one-time fling or a relationship lasting for a few months. And that was as long as it would continue, if it even began. Rawleigh was human. Joseph avoided long-term connections with them on any personal level for obvious reasons. While the humans he came in contact with on a day-to-day basis might not realize he aged very slowly, a lover would undoubtedly pick up on the fact if they were around him for an extended period of time. He was not willing to let it happen. His very life depended on it.

As they neared the river, the streets darkened and, conversely, Joseph's mood lightened when he finally reached a decision. He put his arm around Rawleigh's shoulders in a companionable manner.

Rawleigh stiffened, asking quietly, "What are you doing? What if…if someone sees us?"

"Look around. We're the only ones here at the moment and even if we weren't, we're just two friends out for a stroll after a bit too much to drink."

"We didn't…" Then Rawleigh understood and smiled. "Way too much, so you need to keep me on my feet."

"Precisely." Joseph grinned, pulling him even closer. "And as we're nearing my house, I think it would behoove me invite you in until you sobered up a bit."

"Oh, I definitely agree." Rawleigh glanced around, obviously wondering which of the few houses they were nearing was Joseph's.

"The red brick one with the white-pillared porch," Joseph told him, picking up on what he was doing.

"Three stories tall. You must be somewhat well-to-do."

"Not really. Elizabeth shared it with me for a brief time but we both discovered we liked our privacy, so she moved to a smaller one down the block." Joseph pointed to a two-story clapboard house.

"She's safe? Living alone like that?"

Joseph nodded, trying not to laugh. Very safe, considering what she is. Aloud, he explained that his sister was a crack shot and kept two guns at her disposal, a fact that was well known in the neighborhood.

When they arrived on the porch of Joseph's house, Rawleigh hesitated. "Are you…? Is this…?"

Instead of replying immediately, Joseph unlocked the door and eased the young man inside. "I am, and this is, if you're willing," he said, once he'd closed the door behind them.

After taking a deep breath, Rawleigh nodded. "I am. I've been, well, you'll probably think me silly, but I've dreamt of this. Often."

"I can't honestly say the same, I'm afraid, but the thought has crossed my mind once or twice." Slipping one arm around Rawleigh's waist, Joseph pulled him close enough to feel the heat of his body and the slight bulge in his trousers. He cupped the nape of his neck beneath his dark hair, his eyes scanning Rawleigh's face as he looked for any indication he might have second thoughts.

"Kiss me," Rawleigh whispered. "Kiss me then take me to your bed."

Joseph had no problem complying with the first request. He started gently, just the barest of pressure as his lips met Rawleigh's. It only took an instant for him to drop any pretense of reluctance. Joseph's mouth devoured the young man's. His tongue darted in to taste, savor, and fight for dominance.

Rawleigh broke the kiss, but only so he could grasp Joseph's hands and pull him toward the narrow staircase leading to the second floor. They made it to Joseph's bedroom where the kiss resumed as they tore off unwanted clothing.

"You're… incredible," Rawleigh pronounced, taking in the now-naked man standing in front of him. "Absolutely amazingly incredible."

"We haven't even done anything," Joseph replied, smiling. "So how can you say that?"

Rawleigh played his fingers over Joseph's muscular torso, tracing each well-defined line then following the trail of dark hair leading down past his navel to the thick phallus jutting up, just begging to be worshiped. And worship it he did, with tongue and lips as he knelt in front of Joseph.

Joseph hadn't been lying when he said it had been a long time since he'd been with a man. He might not truly have been celibate, but he was close enough to it so it took all of his willpower to refrain from coming then and there when Rawleigh's hot mouth encompassed his member.

"Enough"—Joseph groaned—"unless you wish this to end too soon."

Rawleigh released him, looking up. "I want this to last forever," he murmured, rising to his feet so he could kiss Joseph yet again.

Wrapping his arms around the young man, Joseph returned the fevered kiss while taking two steps back so his could tumble them onto his bed. With Rawleigh now sprawling on his chest, Joseph had free rein to slide his hands lower, molding them over Rawleigh's firm buttocks, squeezing and caressing. His fingers moved as if of their own volition to separate the cheeks of Rawleigh's ass, one finger tracing light circles around his tight hole.

"Yes," Rawleigh moaned into Joseph's mouth. "More… please…"

Joseph paused just long enough to moisten his fingers with saliva before gently pressing one into Rawleigh deeply enough to stroke his sensitive gland. Rawleigh responded with a cry of pleasure, aching up—the kissing forgotten it seemed when he moaned in ecstasy.

"I've barely begun and already you're close to coming," Joseph said with a small laugh as he wrapped his other hand around Rawleigh's hard member, two fingers tightening around the base. He slid a second finger into his hole, using both to stretch the tight muscle.

"I want… I need…" Rawleigh almost sobbed out the words

"Soon, soon," Joseph whispered, removing his fingers despite Rawleigh's protests then sliding him off his chest onto the bed. "But not too soon, else I'll hurt you."

Rawleigh rolled onto his back, his throbbing erection leaking prodigiously. Joseph's mouth descended, his tongue teasing up and down its length, his own member pulsing with need.

"Back onto your stomach," he ordered, softening his tone to add, "please." When Rawleigh quickly complied, thrusting his buttocks into the air, Joseph chuckled. "So ready, so willing."

"So wanting you inside of me," Rawleigh moaned.

"As I said, soon." Moving between his legs, Joseph spread the cheeks of Rawleigh's ass and began to tease his hole with his tongue, circling it slowly until Rawleigh thrust back, obviously wanting it in him.

"You will drive me to insanity," Rawleigh moaned.

"I do intend to try." Joseph eased his tongue in, letting his saliva lubricate the entrance as much as possible.

"Now, now." Rawleigh's voice was tight with need.

Joseph pulled back. "Shush. Soon." His member was covered with leaking pre-cum. Spitting into the palm of his hand, he added saliva to the mix as he pulled back his foreskin. He hoped, when he finished, he was lubricated enough to enter Rawleigh without hurting him too much.

"I am neither a babe nor an innocent, Joseph," Rawleigh muttered, his voice fraught with tension. "I will, however, die of frustration if you do not pierce me soon."

With a low chuckle, Joseph did exactly that, pushing in inch by inch, his senses open to any nuance that would tell him he was too much for Rawleigh, even as every fiber of his being wanted to thrust hard and fast. His fingers bit into the young man's hips as he fought for restraint, eliciting a small bark of surprise from Rawleigh. "Sorry," Joseph murmured.

Instead of replying, Rawleigh thrust back, impaling himself completely on Joseph's thick shaft with a cry halfway between pain and total pleasure.

"You fool," Joseph barked out, gripping him tightly to keep him still for a moment.

"If you won't do it… well, someone had to," Rawleigh gasped in reply.

Then, slowly at first, Joseph began to ride him and with each stroke pleasure flooded his body until he was unable to rein in his need for more. Faster, harder, he plunged in, one hand now wrapped firmly around Rawleigh's rampant member. Rawleigh moaned, matching thrust for thrust and between one breath and the next, they both exploded, their orgasms sending them beyond rapture into nirvana.

"By all that's holy," Rawleigh whispered when he regained his voice, "I knew it would be wonderful, but this—this was heaven beyond belief."

Joseph laughed delightedly as he pulled away and collapsed onto the bed, wrapping his arms tightly around Rawleigh. "The reporter surfaces with colorful words to describe…" Rawleigh's kiss ended what he was going to say—not that he minded in the least.