Nominated for the 2007 Gaylactic Spectrum Award
Deep space
C-1, Saint-Cyr's private vessel
Sumertsag 24, late night
Saint-Cyr introduced Wulf to the captain and crew, ordered dinner for the two of them -- to be served in three hours, no sooner -- and then took Wulf to his private stateroom. It held only a desk with a built-in bench seat and an oversized bed with a pull down mesh covering that protected sleepers during low gravity.
Finally alone. Saint-Cyr shut the door, locked it and leaned back against it. I've been waiting for this all day.
Wulf ambled around the room, trailing his fingers across the built-in dresser. Dressed in conservative business clothes, he seemed to fit in the room as if he'd been born there. Wulf sat on the end of the bed and gazed back at him with an appealing mix of shyness and come-hither seduction.
Saint-Cyr shrugged out of his jacket. "Is the room cool enough for you?"
"Mmm hmm."
"Good." He started opening his shirt. "I thought we'd start with a nice hot shower." Wulf blushed, as he expected. "I want to hear all about that hot shower-sex fantasy you confessed to having."
Wulf cleared his throat. "Nothing much to tell."
Saint-Cyr chuckled. "Oh, no. You're not getting out of it that easily. I want every delicious detail."
He stood and crossed to him, rested both hands on his chest. "We can do what you want first."
"No." Bracing his feet wider apart, he drew Wulf between them and up against his body. "I want to hear what turns you on." He unfastened the top button of Wulf's white shirt. "I'm going to do everything to you that you dreamed about."
A small sound of pleasure left Wulf's mouth as he leaned up to kiss him. Saint-Cyr drew him close, sliding his hands down the planes of Wulf's firm body to his hard ass. He lifted them and held Wulf's face between his hands as he took his mouth in a drugging kiss. Lips still connected, he traded places with him and pushed Wulf up against the door. He licked his mouth, sweeping his tongue inside to taste every part. He ripped open Wulf's shirt, shoved it back off his shoulders and down his arms.
Wulf let it fall to the floor, reached over his head, and pulled off the tee-shirt.
"Don't move, Wulf. Let me look at you." All that tawny bared skin, his chest rising and falling... "Mmm. You are luscious. Masculine. I love that about you." Saint-Cyr ran his hands across Wulf's chest. His skin felt cool, the texture perfect, his muscles hard. "I never thought you'd be smooth."
Wulf lifted his whiskey-colored gaze. "I shaved it the other night when I got drunk." He gave a half-hearted laugh. "I have no idea what possessed me to do such a thing."
"I'm glad you did. I like you this way. Keep it, love." He bent and ran his tongue across one brown nipple, smiling when Wulf shivered and tossed back his head. "You like this, don't you?" He swirled his tongue across it again, making it pebble.
Wulf made an incoherent sound and clasped a hand to the back of Saint-Cyr's head.
He laved the nipple and sucked it into his mouth. Dragging his teeth across it, he breathed on the pale, wet skin. Wulf arched his back.
"I'm going to make you writhe beneath me tonight, Wulf." He kissed his way up his throat. "I want to hear you cry out your pleasure."
Wulf held his lower lip between his teeth, head back.
"I want to know what you sound like when you climax." Saint-Cyr licked Wulf's throat, sucked a bit of his skin into his mouth and bit it. "I want to hear you groan. Hear you whimper beneath me."
Wulf whimpered now; the sound low and dark with the promise of passion.
"I'm going to take you again and again." He licked the outer edge of Wulf's ear. "My cock is going to fill you," he whispered. "Every part of you. It's going to be in your mouth, and in your sweet, hot ass." He gripped him there and tugged him hard against his groin. "I'm going to claim every part of you tonight. I'm going to make you mine."
Wulf moaned. He wrapped both arms around him and pressed his mouth up against Saint-Cyr's.
Accepting that yielding kiss, he treasured its meaning. That kiss offered everything. It surrendered all that was Wulf. Saint-Cyr pulled back, trailed kisses across his chin. "Tell me about the shower. Are you naked?"
He nodded, tilting back his head as Saint-Cyr kissed all along his throat.
"How wet is your skin?"
"Soaked. Drenched." He kissed Saint-Cyr's shoulder, pulling open his shirt to press his hands inside. "The jets of water -- you make me stand in them."
"Mmm, I like this fantasy." He opened Wulf's pants, pushed them down. "Where does the water touch you?"
"Everywhere." He kissed along Saint-Cyr's chin and jaw.
"Here?" He slid his hand inside Wulf's underwear, along the hard ridge of his wide shaft.
Wulf nodded, gasping.
He ran one hand down to his balls and the other around to Wulf's firm ass. "And here?"
Trembling, Wulf nodded, his lips parted.
"Tell me. Say it." He lifted Wulf's sac and tugged it forward.
Wulf shuddered, pinned between the wall and Saint-Cyr's hands. "Yes. The water touches me there." He wrapped his hands around Saint-Cyr's shirt and pulled him closer. "Kiss me."
"Anywhere you want, love." He took his mouth in a kiss made to possess. "You're mine, Wulf. All mine." He knelt, pulling down Wulf's briefs. He slid his hands down those hard muscled legs. "Does the water touch you here?"
"Yes. Oh..."
He wrapped his fist around Wulf's cock. "You're beautiful. I can't wait to taste you."
Wulf trembled.
Cooing to him, Saint-Cyr helped him step out of the pants and underwear, then pressed a hand inside each thigh.
"Part your legs for me. I want to see all of you."
Wulf widened his stance.
"Good. Good, love." Saint-Cyr bit the knuckle of his first finger, trying to slow himself down. Gain control. Wulf was six tradestandard feet tall and built like a ruckball player. His raw masculinity made him the most sought after model in the empire, and having him stand here, naked, posing for him... His senses reeled. "Tilt toward me." He touched Wulf's rigid cock with gentle fingers and dragged them from the base all the way out to the circumcised, rosy tip. "Perfect, Wulf. Stand there just like that. I want to feast my eyes on you."
His cheeks darkened but he remained still as Saint-Cyr stood and stepped back.
"Oh, yes." Saint-Cyr licked his lips. "I want you to pose like this for me tonight when we come back from dinner."
Wulf's cheeks turned a rough pink. "Pose?"
"Mmm. When we come back to our room I want you to strip without me telling you to and stand right there against the door. I want your legs wide apart and your hands behind your head." He gestured to them. "Put them there now."
Wulf obeyed.
"Perfect." He smiled. "Remain in that position." He stepped out of his shoes and pulled off socks. He opened his pants and slid them off, folded and tossed them across a chair, then tugged off his undershirt, folded it in half and laid it beside them.
Wulf chewed his lower lip, not taking his eyes off him. He almost panted.
Naked except for underwear, Saint-Cyr crooked a finger at Wulf. "Come take them off me."
Wulf crossed to him at once and knelt. The gaze lifted to his, questioning. Saint-Cyr lowered his lashes in approval.
Wetting his lips, Wulf reached up to the waistband and pulled them down. His mouth formed an O of appreciation, although he flashed Saint-Cyr a glance that held a hint of fear. Wulf shook his head, swallowing. "I could never take all of you."
He caressed Wulf's face. "Don't worry. Once I ready you, you will. After our shower."
Worry nagged at Wulf's fine features, but he managed a smile. "May I touch you?"
He nodded, pleased at how quickly Wulf accepted a submissive role. Wulf wrapped both hands around him, one above the other. The feeling of tightness shot a tingle through Saint-Cyr's balls; he rocked back his head and hissed. Fingers in his lover's hair, Saint-Cyr drew him near. "Kiss me, Wulf." Wulf pressed his mouth against the base and kissed along his length, all the way to the end. Saint-Cyr reached down and pulled him to his feet. "Let's go get wet."
