The Brotherhood - The Salt Of The Earth Part 5

He tilted his head in curiosity as Dylan lifted the lid to reveal a pile of succulent-looking fruit. Everything from melon b.a.l.l.s, sticky in their own juice, to rings of pineapple, to ripe red cherries. The fruit was surrounded by a small selection of serving-sized bottles of alcohol. Alex recognized a few of the labels.

Creme liqueurs.

Mmm, this could be fun.

He wiggled again, then was quiet as Dylan made his first selection. Two rings of pineapple. A wicked look on his face, the bartender laid one around each of Alex's nipples. Alex squealed. "Ooh, those are cold!" "I'll warm you right up." Dylan picked up a handful of cherries and started decorating Alex's torso, arranging the fruit in a straight line arrowing down to his groin. Warm fingers brushed the swelling of his c.o.c.k, then, disappointingly -- or not -- went back to the fruit tray. He picked up several sticky melon b.a.l.l.s and laid them in the nest of hair surrounding Alex's c.o.c.k, balancing each one just so.

Alex purred. "I see what you mean by 'Full Body.'"

"The whole meal should have been eaten this way, but I was just too hungry to do more than wait for dessert. I would have loved to eat every last bite off this hot, tight little body."

"What did we decide about calling me little?"

"Right. Are you going to punish me?"

"As soon as I'm not covered with fruit, I'm going to show you exactly how good I am at being very, very bad."

"Kitten ..." Dylan leaned down to kiss him, first light and tender, then hard and pa.s.sionate. "There is just nothing about you that isn't bad to the bone. You were born to drive a man to sin."

"Hail Mary," Alex replied with a wink and a playful wrinkle of his nose.

"Be with us now, and at the hour of our little death. Now, can you please be quiet for a few more minutes? This is going to require all of my concentration." Dylan laced his fingers together, then stretched them, cracking the knuckles. "Work, work, work. You're so high-maintenance."

"And you love every bit of it."

"I think you're worth the effort." Dylan gave him another light slap, not hard enough to undo his careful work. "Behave yourself."

"Well, that's no fun."

"Hush." Dylan lowered his mouth to Alex's right nipple and began, ever so slowly, to eat the sweet-smelling pineapple.

"Ohh."

Dylan swallowed. "Now you're getting the idea." He bent again and bit gently at Alex's nipple, blowing cool air over the sting. "Let a hungry man feast."

Alex tried to lie still, he really did. But it was so ... d.a.m.ned ... hard to play by the rules when the most gorgeous side of beefcake he'd seen inmonths was using his lips and tongue and teeth in one of the best possible ways.

Dylan went slowly, bite by bite. When he'd finished with the pineapple, lapping Alex's nipples free of their juice, he made his way down the row of cherries, swirling his tongue in circles around each one before lapping the fruit into his mouth.

Alex whimpered. "I knew you'd like this."

"Eat me."

"Trying my best." Dylan ate another cherry. "How do you like the room service you demanded?"

"If you don't finish soon, I'm going to sit up, tackle you, and we'll both be f.u.c.king on top of squashed melon b.a.l.l.s."

"Well, we can't have that." Dylan ate the last cherry. Finally, he brought his hands into play, rubbing a line down where the succulent food had lain. "You taste so sweet. It's not just the fruit. You're good to the last drop."

"Nothing wakes you up like s.e.m.e.n in the cup," Alex said very seriously.

Dylan cracked up, holding his sides. "Jesus! Watch your mouth, kitten."

"Watch it for me."

"I'm about to do a lot more than that." Dylan shifted position and braced himself over Alex's groin.

"Now, be very, very careful. This is a delicate operation, and I don't want to bite the wrong thing."

Alex groaned.

"Oh, yeah. Music to my ears."

Dylan nuzzled into Alex's groin, lapping up each melon ball in turn. He diligently cleaned up after himself, taking care of each drop of juice. Alex moaned and fisted his hands in the covers as Dylan ate, feeling the tickle of mouth and lips taunting him with the promise of what would come.

When he'd eaten the last melon ball, Dylan pressed his mouth against Alex's hard, ready c.o.c.k, kissing his way up its side. He licked the top and hummed. "Sweet."

"You'd better finish what you started," Alex warned.

"Oh, I will. But every meal deserves a little alcohol to wash it down." Dylan reached for one of the bottles of creme liqueur. He screwed off the small cap and offered it to Alex. Alex tipped his head back to be fed like a baby bird. Dylan dripped a few drops on his tongue, just enough for Alex to get the taste of sweet almond cream, before he pulled the bottle back. "Don't be greedy. Besides, I think you'll like this even better."

Raising himself, he slowly tilted the bottle and drizzled it over Alex's chest and stomach, the creamy drink forming pools that slowly began trickling down Alex's sides. "Oops, we're making a mess."

Alex closed his eyes in sheer bliss at the feel of the silky liquid on his skin. "I do hope you're about to do what I think you're going to do."

"There's nothing like a good encore." Dylan licked around Alex's nipple, then began cleaning him like a big cat -- a mountain lion to Alex's s.e.x kitten -- driving him completely out of his mind. He followed each runnel down to the covers and came back again for more. The scent of almonds and liqueur filled the airbetween them, along with Dylan's own unique smell of salty sea air. The room resounded with small sucking and lapping noises, just like one man sucking another off, along with Alex's groans and whispers, begging Dylan both to keep on going and to never, ever stop.

By the time Dylan drew back, swiping his lips with his tongue for the last traces of amaretto, Alex had had enough. He lifted up, his torso gleaming with juices and saliva, and seized the back of Dylan's neck, dragging him down for a rough, bruising kiss. He took the lead this time, plundering the bartender's mouth for the taste of sweet fruit, sharp liqueur, and the faintest aftertaste of Scotch. Dylan moaned into his mouth, then hissed as Alex sucked his tongue inside and bit it.

"You little devil!"

"Thought we'd already decided I came straight from h.e.l.l, bent on tempting a man past his limits." Alex didn't release Dylan's hair. "I don't care whether I'm on my back, my stomach, my side, or standing on my head. I want you inside me, and I want you there now. Do you understand me, or do I need to draw a map?"

Dylan grinned. "I already drew one." He fairly smoldered with pa.s.sion underneath his playfulness.

"Open the bedside table and get out another condom."

"Oh, the perks of the position," Alex teased as he slid a drawer out, rummaged around, and came up with another condom that had the Amour Magique logo stamped on the silver. "Is this for you, or for me?"

"Me. You're messy enough already. A shower's going to fix you right up."

"Mmm. Could you be convinced to join me?"

"Anything is possible, but then again, I think you're already aware of that, aren't you? I can read you already, Alex -- you never question anything and jump in with both feet."

"Do I have to remind you how desperate I am?" Alex pa.s.sed over the condom and reached down to pump his own erection, rewarded by a spasm of pleasure and a small drop of clear fluid welling from the tip. "Oh, yeah. Wouldn't it be better if you were doing this for me?"

Dylan growled. "If I didn't already have plans to f.u.c.k you out of your mind, I would have them now. On your hands and knees, Alex. I'm going to slam my c.o.c.k into your a.s.s until you're sore but still screaming for more."

"Now we're talking." Alex reached for another hard kiss, licked his lips, and scrambled gracefully into position. His a.s.s high in the air, he glanced over his shoulder and lowered his eyelids. "Well? Don't take all day."

"Always in such a rush."

"And that's a bad thing? We've got to cram as much as we can, literally, into one night. So go ahead and stuff yourself inside of me." Alex made a rumble in his throat. "Keep moving, Dylan. I want to feel that fat c.o.c.k filling me up."

He heard Dylan groan, then some m.u.f.fled curses, and the sound of a condom wrapper tearing open.

"Lube," Dylan muttered, reaching over Alex into the drawer again. "Does this have the Amour Magique logo as well?"

"Benefits of the rank, little one."

"Mmm. If you could feel me -- and I wish you would -- you'd know that is the last thing I am."

"Let me check." Dylan's hand snaked around to grip Alex's c.o.c.k, squeezing nicely firm. "Oh, no. My apologies. Not little at all."

"Don't go," Alex pleaded when Dylan would have withdrawn.

"Just need to get you ready, that's all. Then I'll be back." Alex heard the click of a tube opening, a squish, and Dylan rubbing his hands together to warm up the lubricant. Mmm, a considerate lover. Points in his favor.

He arched and hissed as Dylan's fingers sought out his puckered hole. It'd been months, and he was aware that he'd be tight as a virgin again. He remembered exactly how to relax, though, and with a deep breath, he let his body open for Dylan to plunder within.

"Arr, matey. This is a fine booty I've discovered."

Alex dissolved into giggles. "You smell like the sea, you say you come from the sea ... I'd better not be with a pirate. If a parrot appears on your shoulder, warn him to stay out of the way or he'll be in for a special education." He shut up as the hand that wasn't stretching him open came around and began to rub his d.i.c.k. "Oh, G.o.d, yes. That's the way."

"No parrots. Just you. Just me." Dylan released his grip on Alex's c.o.c.k. "Ready for me? You'd better be." Alex felt a hard, blunt pressure at his entrance. "Here I come."

"Careful, sugar. It's been a while. I bet you have lovers every night, though."

Alex felt a light kiss being pressed to his shoulder blade. "Not every night," Dylan whispered. "Not for a while. No one's been able to reel me in like you have." He pushed with greater force -- there was a moment of unbearable pressure -- and then he was in. Both men drew ragged gasps of pleasure, Alex almost convulsing at the feeling of Dylan's thick c.o.c.khead just inside him.

But if he'd thought the head was good ... "Ohh," Alex moaned as Dylan slid in with one long, slippery stroke. He felt stuffed full to bursting but so d.a.m.ned good he couldn't help bearing down around the d.i.c.k inside him. He laughed at Dylan's stifled curse and squeezed again.

"You keep doing that and this'll be over."

"I'm a bad boy. Oh, G.o.d, f.u.c.k!"

"Good thing I like you bad. Now." The kiss returned, turning into a love bite. "Let's see if I can make you really scream." Dylan pulled out, the almost painful retreat burning its way into pure pleasure for Alex. With only the tip of his c.o.c.k still inside, Dylan plunged back, quick and nasty, stopping when his b.a.l.l.s were flush with Alex's a.s.s.

"Dylan! f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k!" "Oh, yeah. That's one. I love it when you say my name like that."

Alex tossed his head, too needy to form any more words. He pushed back against Dylan, silently begging him to continue. And Dylan's hand was wrapped around his c.o.c.k, couldn't forget that. He somehow managed a mewl of encouragement, prodding the man to move faster, harder, deeper.

"Hungry," Dylan breathed, then got down to the real business -- which was, apparently, f.u.c.king Alex blind and stupid. Alex lost his breath as Dylan's luscious fat c.o.c.k slammed in and out of his a.s.s, the fire turning into pure bliss as Alex was filled, emptied, and refilled. Dylan's hand stayed busy on Alex's d.i.c.k, pumping it hard in rhythm with his strokes, giving a strong squeeze to the head at the end of each pull.

"Dylan!"

"Two," his lover panted, his breath coming in short bursts. "Want to go for a third?"

"Dylan ..."

"Doesn't count." The bartender stilled his hips, even though Alex could feel him shaking from the effort, then set to work on Alex's c.o.c.k, jacking him hard. Alex cried out, wordless streams of nonsense, babbling Dylan's name atleast fifteen times as his d.i.c.k jumped, protested, and all but opened its tiny mouth to howl in pleasure.

When Dylan pushed a thumbnail into his slit, he was done for. Arching his back, opening his lips in a silent scream, Alex came like a geyser. Ropy strands of come spurted from his c.o.c.k to stripe their way across Dylan's quilt and coated the big man's hand. The rolling waves of bliss went on forever and ever, leaving him a shaking mess held up only by Dylan's st.u.r.dy arms.

"Dylan," he hummed when he finally caught his breath, turning the name into a long, drawn-out caress.

"Now that's more like it." Dylan's own voice shook. "Get ready, because it's my turn."

Oh, yeah. Bring it on.

His hand loose and viscous around Alex's c.o.c.k, Dylan began to thrust in and out, brutal in his movements, but it was exactly what Alex wanted. His own c.o.c.k tried to rise again at feeling the powerful p.r.i.c.k stroking across his sweet spot, hitting it time and again, but all Alex could manage was moans, groans, and the rippling of his body to match Dylan's rhythm.

Dylan grunted and seized Alex forcefully around the abdomen. "Can't wait ... gonna --" And he froze.

Even though his lover wore a condom, Alex could feel the burst of extra heat inside him, turning his brain inside out and making him see stars. He could only imagine what was going through Dylan's mind.

Probably f.u.c.k, yes, f.u.c.k, yes!

When Dylan relaxed at last, releasing his bruising hold on Alex, he let out a long breath that tingled hot and cold on Alex's back. Alex flexed his muscles, satisfied as a cat wriggling in the sunlight. Dylan made a mumbling sound, probably some sort of curse or blessing, and Alex made a grimace of pleasure and mewled back at him.

"I'm going to need to eat again if you want me to f.u.c.k you a second time," was the first thing Dylan gotout as he slowly withdrew, careful of the condom. "You take everything out of a man."

"Mmm." Alex collapsed onto his side, careful to avoid the wet spot. "So I've heard from a few good men."

"But not recently." Dylan paused. "I'm glad I'm your first in a while."

Alex felt an odd wave of tenderness wash through him. "Me too," he said softly. "Let's get comfortable, huh?"

Dylan disposed of the condom and lay down next to Alex, the two of them wrestling playfully for a minute over who had to lie on the damp splotch. In the end, they pulled up the comforter and lay huddled together, Dylan's hands still roaming over Alex's body. Alex stroked Dylan's chest, playing idly with his nipples. Dylan laughed. "Insatiable."

"Always."

"Some of us need a little recovery time, kitten. How about you take ten while I just close my eyes for a little?"

"Spoilsport. There's all sorts of things we could be doing."

"Yeah, but I've been working all night on top of this marathon f.u.c.king session." Dylan yawned.

"Endorphins, adrenaline ... whatever. I need to zonk for a bit."

"If you must, you must." Alex reached up to brush a curl out of Dylan's forehead. "If I can't sleep, I'll just watch you."

"Careful, kitten. Someone might think you've got a soft side under all those s.e.xy sharp edges."

"We can't have that. Go on and rest. I'll just amuse myself by tying your hair into knots."

"If I wake up with a head like a fishing net, your a.s.s is going to pay." Dylan's voice was already slurring, though, and soon enough his breathing evened out.