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[Apr. 2nd, 2006|07:12 pm] |
My story- take a deep breath, lets go...
Heath walked into the kitchen, threw himself down on a chair by the table, picked up a newspaper, grew bored of it, threw it down again. He twiddled his thumbs, tapped his knee, played with his car keys…anything to take his attention off the absolutely smoking and lithe form of his lover Jake Gyllenhaal, who was doing nothing but chopping carrots. For some reason, possibly to drive him completely crazy, Jake had decided to wear a very tight, very white T-shirt- you know the sort, the ones that cling absolutely everywhere- to his hips, to his chest, to his strong arms with biceps that flexed as he brought the knife down with force on an unsuspecting vegetable.
But that wasn’t all.
Heath swallowed hard.
Jake was wearing those damn jeans again, those brand spanking new Levi’s he’d got for his birthday- a present from Heath himself, for them it was like buying lingerie, and as usual, as far as the fit went, Heath was bang on the money. They were hipsters- if they weren’t; Jake made them look like hipsters- hipsters that started in the expected place, navy/black denim with visible hem stitching, sweeping, clinging tight, hugging firm thighs that begged to be parted, spread wide, wide enough for easy access.
Down, down these jeans went, over his calves and then flaring slightly rather than hitting the floor. But his ass, oh goddamn that ass, sculpted like marble by the denim, the back pockets just screaming out for labels that boasted ‘Left Hand Here. Right Hand Here. Come On Baby.’
Smack. The sound of reality in the form of a knife hitting a chopping board. Jake grunted with exertion, whispered ‘dammit’ as the slice spun onto the floor.
Heath twitched.
Was that just a sound of annoyance? Or was a deliberate, cruel, sex cry meant to send his senses spinning? Heath’s mind flashed back to all those times they were together, Jake’s body flushed, warm, naked beneath his hands, and the way he bit that gorgeous bottom lip, grabbed his hips and whispered ‘dammit’ roughly upon Heath’s entry.
Those sodding jeans thought Heath, those damn, blasted jeans. Let’s face it, they were simply begging to be ripped off, hem from hem, slowly, by Heath. With his teeth. It was like torture. Heath reckoned that he must be a masochist; buying Jake those jeans- he obviously wanted to inflict this kind of aching, painful desire on himself.
‘How was your day?’ Jake asked conversationally, ‘Good? Bad?’
Heath cleared his throat,
‘It’s just got much better thanks’ and slapping his thighs, he stood over and charged into Jake’s back so hard Jake staggered,
‘What’s this?’ asked Jake implicitly, feeling Heath’s familiar hardness
‘You know full well what the hell this is’ said Heath, his voice lusty, raw, his hand planting a firm, dominating smack on Jake’s behind.
Heath hands moved like a blind person reading Braille. Over Jake’s cheek, a thumb brushing his lips, down over Jake’s right arm, round his waist, rubbed his washboard abs, across the top button of Jake’s jeans- and then stopped, tentative, tension building. Heath was gonna do this, despite the fact that his lover was still holding a knife.
A knife. Kinky? You bet.
Jake gasped and closed his eyes softly as Heath’s warm hand slipped past his waistline, stealthily sought its fast-stiffening target, found it and closed around it. Jake sighed and leaned his head back against Heath’s shoulder, listening to Heath whispering things to him that would make even a nun flutter.
‘What do you think you were doing, huh? Wearing those damn jeans with that damn T-shirt. You know you make me crazy, you know it. I don’t wanna hurt you Jake, but keep this up; I might have to, to save my brain from exploding. I’m gonna take you; take you hard and fast right up against that counter, take you until you scream like a whore. Damn you Gyllenhaal, damn you…’
Jake sighed as Heath started to stroke his special place, leaned his head back on Heath’s shoulder, whimpering, starting to sweat, feeling tingly and dizzy and like the sexiest thing in the world all at the same time. He pushed his hips back into Heath, implying he knew what was going to happen next. Then Heath’s voice was back, breath hot on his ear, accent accentuated,
‘Do you want me to? Do you want me inside you, hmm?’
Jake nodded weakly, groaning lightly, letting the knife clatter to the floor
‘Then tell me’ Heath ordered
‘I want you inside me’ said Jake breathlessly, grabbing the back of Heath’s jumper, creasing it
‘Say “I want you inside me-Heath”’ Heath growled back, ‘Say my name with it’
‘I…I…I want you inside me Heath…’ Jake’s voice trailed away, replaced by a long loud moan as he felt himself reaching his height.
As if on cue, Heath removed his hand, Jake sighing, missing his touch. Roughly, he was turned around and Heath planted a raunchy kiss on his lips. Then, sliding his hands down Jake’s white T-shirt clad back, and placing his cupped palms under his ass, Heath lifted Jake clean off the floor and sat him down on the kitchen counter hard. Jake panted with want, impressed and stimulated by Heath’s strength. Heath stood in between Jake’s long, denim clad legs, which had fallen apart involuntarily. Their eyes locking, Jake teasingly undid his bronze zipper as Heath’s Braille-reading hands deftly rubbed down Jake’s front, down to his hips, and then back up again, his hands on either side of Jake’s soft face and then let his thumbs trail down Jake’s quivering throat in a possessive nature, his other four fingers massaging the back of Jake’s neck. If it were not for the gentleness behind Heath’s touch, someone walking in on the scene may have mistaken it for one man trying to strangulate another.
Hands still on his neck, Heath bore down on Jake, laying him back on the counter, Jake’s arms spread out either side of him.
Heath was losing it, if he didn’t get those effing jeans off now, he would have to take that damn knife off the floor and slit his own throat, and maybe Jake’s too if he still had the energy.
Heath lifted Jake’s T-shirt up a little, bending down and kissing his rippling skin, smiling as he felt Jake’s stomach tremble and eager fingers through his hair. Jake groaned deeply sucked in his breath through his teeth, breathed out again heavily with a desperate,
‘Shit…’
And that was it. Heath lost it.
Grappling and scrambling at Jake’s devilish, torturing choice of denim wear, he pulled them down over Jake’s hips, off, off down Jake’s calves, off, off over his brown leather shoes- they could stay on, he liked it that way- and he threw them aside with a flourish, underwear tossed with it, Jake’s legs bending, hips lifting up to comply with Heath’s rushed movements, both of them moaning, making noises when the feeling took them, even the air around them was sexually charged.
With one last, long look at Jake below him, head back, eyes closed, lips parted, Heath took a deep breath, removed his strong leather belt with a chink, shifted his trousers lower until they sat on his hips, exposing what was necessary and entered Jake, slow, real slow with hot heat curling through him. He closed his eyes, heard Jake whimper and whisper that horny, characteristic ‘dammit’, biting his lip, his hands clasping around Heath’s forearms,
‘Fuck me’ Jake murmured in an undertone. Heath obliged, slamming into him fierce, hard, pulling out fast only to slam in again doubly as strong, making Jake’s back arch and his hot, loose breath skip and heave. Heath’s teeth ground with effort and pleasure, ears ringing, letting Jake’s tight heat and sweet, sexual groans wash over him in sumptuous waves,
‘Yeah’ Heath said in a deep, grating voice, ‘yeah that’s it…’
Jake threw his head back against the cool kitchen counter, his hands in two fists, screwing up the ends of his T-shirt, his eyes clamped shut, teeth bared, so turned on and sexed so good he couldn’t even make a sound.
‘Mother fucking daisy chains!’ he wanted to cry, ‘I’m gonna chop carrots every day, just for you lover, you keep taking me like this’ but he could not, pleasure, orgasmic pleasure racking his body to the core, his legs shaking.
What he did say had a magic effect on Heath,
‘Unh…god…f-f-faster…yeah, make me come for you…make me come…don’t stop’ he finished high pitched and girlishly.
Heath pursed his lips,
‘You asked for it’ he whispered hotly, and taking Jake’s legs by the ankles, lifted them so Jake’s feet were level with Heath’s shoulders, increasing the pace all the time, steady, rocking steady- fucking steady-
‘Don’t stop…’ Jake whined, looking up at Heath with a pleading, melting, whimpering, look on his striking features, ‘Please…need you…you always know I need you…’
‘Those-damn-jeans…fuck-those-damn-jeans’ Heath said through gritted teeth, close to the edge, tingling, burning, aching and my god Jake’s tight…
Heath- drowning in the blissful energy that was his damn beautiful Jake- gingerly placed his hands around Jake’s neck, and started to lift his head up banging it down on the counter with rhythmic bumps, like a clinch scene from a porn film, X-rated and fiery, pleasure hued pain, teasing, fey, lust S&M, faster, yes, faster, yes and ooh you know where my good spots are don’t you…
Jake moaned loudly crying out, nearly crying with sweet ever loving need that was only intensified with this new head banging move and the reverberating sounds of skin lightly, quickly, slapping on skin. Oh my sweet lord, he thought… he honestly thought he might…he might…probably would…was going to…
And did. With a heaving, moan that arched his back and sent his body into convulsions of shuddering and pushing pleasure, Jake came. He tightened harder, closer, hard-close, as a mind blowing, fire-starting orgasm ripped through his erogenous areas as he was pressed into the kitchen counter, giving everything, saying everything, yelling every dirty word in the twisted thesaurus of his brain, Christ, god, fuck, yes.
The sights and sounds of the results of him pleasing his lover, Heath followed shortly after, bending over, bending into Jake, fucking him rock steady, bursting inside him, groaning in loud, deep, animalistic roars that made him shiver and shake, pressing his palms into Jake’s throat, feeling him bounce against him, hotter, higher, harder, yes, oh yes I gave it to you good didn’t I baby…
Slowing down to a stop, they stayed, connected with, inside each other, chests rising and falling steadily, Heath rubbing Jake’s pecs through his dampened T-shirt. Their eyes locked, ‘I love you’ written in their gaze, despite what was spoken next.
With a wink, Heath said, low, purring, suggestively, and loaded with kink
‘What do you say?’
Voice equally raw, Jake answered with a flirtatious wink,
‘Thankyou’ |
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