Nearly painfully hard, Miki’s cock throbbed once, then spurted a thin trail of white. It spread over his fingers, seeping down between the cracks of his knuckles. A moment later, another climax hit him, and he shot wide, splattering Kane’s chest with a blast of hot seed. Continuing to rock on Kane’s sex, Miki lunged forward, dropping his shoulders and pushing back onto the other man, driving Kane as far in as he could take him.
Kane picked up his pace, moving in time to the man’s encouraging grunts. Digging his fingers into the small of Miki’s back, he regained his control long enough to hold on, slapping their bodies together in a wet slide of skin on skin.
A spark of release hit Kane hard, and he leaned back, nearly losing his balance as his cock erupted. Miki crested again, and Kane cried out, driven to his orgasm by the clench of Miki’s muscles around his shaft. Pulled in by the man’s contractions, Kane gritted his teeth and came hard. Sweat dotted his chest and ran down his torso as he gripped Miki’s shoulders and drove his lover down onto his throbbing shaft.
Engulfed fully, Kane thrust one last time into Miki, the tight sac under his erection giving to his release and curling up into the hollow of his thighs. The hot spill bloomed into Miki’s passage, working a flood of sexual desire through the tight space between them. The latex swelled, filling to the brim with Kane’s seed, and Miki gasped at the volcanic rush coursing from Kane’s shaft, his own cock seeking its final, fluttering release.
Kane eased Miki down, reluctantly laying the panting man onto the mattress. The singer complained softly when Kane’s softening erection slid free of Miki’s rippling entrance. Bound by sweat and drying lube, they kissed what parts of each other they could reach, wet skin slick under their palms, and the smell of musky sex blended with almond oil.
“Fuck, that was nice,” Miki finally gasped. Panting slightly, he stretched out over the bed, sucking in as much air as he could. “I’m going to hurt like hell tomorrow but it was worth it.”
“Nice?” Kane muttered. The muscles in his legs were rubbery, and there was a creaking ache beginning to form in his spine. Next to him, Miki looked well-fucked, his skin glowing gold and his mouth slightly swollen from Kane’s tongue and teeth. “Fucking hell, it was more than nice. You wore me out, and I get nice?”
“Yeah, nice.” Miki turned his head, sleepily winking at the man lying next to him. “Maybe next time, we can aim for pretty good.”
“What do I have to do to get a fucking fantastic?” Kane eyed his lover suspiciously.
“Make me forget my name,” he murmured, his green eyes gleaming with satiation.
“Deal.” He chuckled, rolling over to give Miki a slow, simmering kiss. “Just so long as you don’t forget mine, Miki love, because you’re going to be screaming it for a very long time.”
Chapter 14
We are lost somewhere in Boon Fuck E.
The van’s all broke and we don’t have tea.
Damie’s driving us to hell and gone…
Sinjun, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to take that guitar and shove it down your throat.
Hey, what rhymes with gone? Maybe I should change it to back. That way I can use black.
—First Tour of the Americas, location unknown.
KANE jerked awake at the sound of a deep, lolling chime echoing through the warehouse. He debated ignoring the doorbell, then thought better of it when Miki shifted in his sleep and grumbled into the pillow he’d curled up around. After sliding out from the tangled sprawl of the man’s limbs, Kane grabbed a pair of sweats from the floor and tugged them up over his hips. The chime sounded again, a low, mournful sound and Kane shook his head.
“Sounds like you should have Lurch answering your door there, Miki boy,” he mumbled to the sleeping man. Dude opened one eye from his post at the end of the bed and rolled over, showing Kane his extreme disinterest in getting up in the form of his blond-furred belly.
According to the green light displays on Miki’s living room electronics, they’d slept the afternoon away and were quickly heading toward early evening without either of them having much in their stomachs. Somewhere close, someone had cooked a dinner rich with garlic and cabbage, and his insides protested the emptiness sticking to his ribs. Shuffling to the front door, Kane peered through the fish-eye peep hole and stared in shock at the person standing on Miki’s stoop.
“Oh, fucking hell,” he whispered under his breath.