T. A. Chase

Firebird-Part Seven

“A deserter?” Rue was surprised. “If you’re a deserter, why does the security force at the Way Station know where you are? Moreover, if they know, the I.U.M. knows. Why haven’t they come after you?”

Anger and an odd sadness warred in Vlatko’s eyes. “I think they would prefer I cease to exist, but they won’t waste their time or men coming after me.”

“Not to offend you or anything, but you’re only one guy. I would think if they really wanted you, they’d send a unit after you.” Rue climbed out of the pool and dried off with one of the towels Vlatko brought with them.

Vlatko followed him. Rue’s gaze traced over the chiseled abs to where Vlatko’s cock nestled among black curls. No doubt about it. The man was hung. A large hand grasped the shaft, stroking it. Rue whimpered. Pre-cum glistened on the glared head of Vlatko’s cock. Rue wanted to taste it.

Vlatko laid a towel on the ground at his feet. “Come here.”

Rue’s brain wanted to protest the order, but his mouth and body wanted to feel Vlatko again. He knelt in front of the man. Vlatko kept stroking himself while cradling Rue’s chin and lifting his gaze from the treat in front of him.

“Do you want to taste me?” Vlatko’s voice was harsh and laced with passion.

Rue couldn’t get his mouth to work. All it wanted to do was suck and all his tongue wanted to do was lick.

“Then enjoy breakfast.” Vlatko directed his mouth to the slick head.

Rue licked the pearly drops from Vlatko’s cock. Bitter and salty, it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. He sucked the tip in, teasing it with his teeth.

Vlatko growled. “Be careful.”

Rue chuckled and the vibration made Vlatko growl. Rue enjoyed sucking cock. Well, he enjoyed it when he wasn’t being paid to do it. Nothing killed joy more than being made to do something. Relaxing his throat, he swallowed Vlatko down until his nose was buried in the curls at the base of Vlatko’s shaft.

“Shit.” Vlatko’s hand combed through Rue’s hair.

Rue appreciated the fact that the big man didn’t force him. Rue liked commanding men who understood the difference between being forceful and forcing. Vlatko’s hand cradled the back of Rue’s head. The other hand traced the hollows in his cheeks as he moved up and down on the rod filling his mouth.

He looked up to see Vlatko’s dark eyes staring down at him. There was a question in that gaze. He reached out, bracing his hands on Vlatko’s hips and then he nodded. Vlatko’s fingers gripped his head while the man’s cock started to slide in and out of Rue’s mouth.

Rue relaxed, shut his eyes, and allowed Vlatko to fuck his mouth. He loved the velvet skin stroking his tongue. The taste of Vlatko’s cum danced in his mouth. He was afraid he could get addicted to the taste. Each time the head of Vlatko’s cock hit the back of his throat, he swallowed.

“Gods, your mouth,” Vlatko moaned while those hips started snapping.

Rue slipped his hand around to cup the flexing muscles of Vlatko’s ass. He stroked his fingers over the patch of skin right above Vlatko’s crease.

“Rue, gonna…” Vlatko didn’t seem interested in talking.

He hummed encouragement. He wanted to drink down Vlatko’s cum. He wanted to suck this man dry.

The first spurt accompanied a low cry from Vlatko. Rue glanced up to see Vlatko’s head was thrown back and a grimace of passion marred the man’s face. Rue closed his eyes and drank down the seed. When he’d sucked Vlatko dry, he licked the man’s shaft clean and rested his head against the muscular thigh in front of him. He was so hard, he knew one touch would make him come.

“Come here.” Vlatko reached down, grabbed Rue under the arms and lifted him until they were face-to-face, allowing him to kiss Vlatko.

Their lips met in a fierce kiss. Rue moaned as his cock rubbed against Vlatko’s hard stomach. He painted a wet trail over the man’s dark skin.

“Do you want my hand or my body?” Vlatko’s warm breath danced on his swollen lips.

He rocked his hips, thrusting his shaft over the ridged abs. Once. Twice. His balls tightened and he knew it’d be soon.

Vlatko’s finger brushed Rue’s opening and the thief exploded. His cum covered both their chests and stomachs.

“Fuck.” Rue’s knees went weak. He rested his head on Vlatko’s shoulder, trusting the other man to support him.

“My thoughts exactly.” Vlatko chuckled and carried him back into the pool to clean off.

As he let the big man take care of him, Rue wondered what was going to happen once the shine of good sex wore off. Would Vlatko turn him in? He looked at Vlatko and asked, “Why did you run away?”

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