Part 7.

“Yours,” Chester echoed, head bent forward, holding onto the table under the onslaught of Mike’s thrusts which were steadily increasing in both speed and strength. He loved it, loved that he could affect Mike like this. As much as he was Mike’s, Mike was his and when he felt the warmth of Mike’s seed spill deep inside him he knew he had proof of that. He closed his eyes, relishing the feeling.

Mike’s thrust were jerky and erratic, but his hand stayed on Chester’s cock, flexing and gripping and he was rewarded when he felt Chester pause suddenly, a surprised exclamation falling from his lips. He felt wetness escape into his hand, the familiar tight contractions ripple around his cock, pulling the last few shudders of pleasure from him.

“Oh…oh…God…oh…” he heard Chester breath, head now fallen forward, leaning on the smooth surface.

Taking deep breaths he pulled back slipping from the warmth of Chester’s body with a small feeling of lost, a shiver of sensitivity at the friction. He leant forward and ran his hands up Chester’s sweaty back, caressing the soft skin.

“Hey. You okay?” he whispered, already pulling at his pants, drawing them up unsteady legs. He smiled at the satisfied, “hmmm,” from Chester who was still motionless, breathing heavily into the table top.

After a moment Chester pushed himself up and backwards, feeling Mike’s hand gently grip his waist and support him as he slid off the table onto wobbly legs. Turning round he grinned at Mike, who was also sporting a silly grin.

“Good, huh?” He chuckled then, letting his head fall forward onto Mike’s shoulder, feeling Mike’s arms come up and embrace him, one hand coming up and playing with the short sweaty hair in the nape of his neck.

“Oh yeah,” Mike breathed. He cocked a glance at his watch. “Only problem is we’re due on in a little under ten minutes and all I want to do is curl up with you and go to sleep now.”

“Typical male,” Chester pulled back and swatted at Mike playfully before grinning. “Totally want to do the same though.”

Mike chuckled sliding his hands down and helping Chester draw his boxers and pants back up, gently fastening them for him. “You’re not too sore are you,” he asked softly.

Chester looked up and grinned slyly. “Just enough.” Mike inhaled silently, primal instincts running through his system at the thought bathing him. “What about you?” Chester asked in a soft voice, tilting his face up and nibbling at the side of Mike’s mouth. “How do I taste?”

“Exquisite,” Mike breathed capturing Chester mouth in a deep, slow kiss, tongues melding together languidly.

As Mike watched Chester that night during the performance he couldn’t help the smile that kept forming on his lips, as he watched his lover stride across the stage from one side to the other. Watched the sweat drip down his face, dampening his white top that he knew had started the show sweaty. Watched the natural motion of his hips, the slimness of his waist and hips accentuated by the fit of the top and the pants. When he was close he could just about see the mark he had left on Chester’s neck, semi covered by his collar. When he passed him by he couldn’t help flaring his nostrils for the faint smell of sex he knew would be about the slim man, feeling heady at the thought of his essence still buried deep inside him. Knowing that it would take a while for it to leak out of Chester and knowing that was exactly what it would be doing right now and knowing deep down that’s what Chester had wanted to feel. A tangible feeling of Mike’s love. Mike knew that as much as it was a blatant demonstration of Mike’s territorial behaviour towards the other man it was as much a demonstration of Chester’s territorial behaviour towards him. He felt reassured of his own bond with Mike by the physical feeling of him on and in his body.

It was pure animal instinct Mike reasoned and as he ran he tongue around his mouth he couldn’t help the silly grin that flooded his face at the thought.

The end.