Firebird copyright (c) 2006 TA Chase
“I’ll save you.”
Rue bit his tongue. What the hell was he thinking? He’d never thought about doing anything for anyone else. For twenty years of his life, the only one he looked after was himself. There was something about the man in his arms. Vlatko made Rue happy in a way no one else had in a long time.
“Why?” Vlatko’s hands pressed his.
“Why would I want to help save you?” Rue slid his hands down, stroking a slow path over the zipper on Vlatko’s pants.
“Yeah.” Vlatko chuckled. “And don’t tell me it’s because you love my cock. I’m sure you can get fucked anywhere in the universe, you don’t need to save my ass.”
“Ah, but what an ass it is. I know many a man who’d kill for a ride on your cock, but that’s not why I’m willing to help you out.” Rue shrugged. “To be honest, I can’t give you a good answer as why I’m willing to put my ass on the line and find a cure for you.”
Vlatko turned in his arms and cupped his chin. He gazed up into that dark face, searching for any sort of clue that Vlatko might care a little for him. Vlatko’s eyes shone with acceptance and fondness. Rue figured it was the first time anyone knew the truth of what he did for a living and didn’t scorn or judge him. Of course, Vlatko didn’t have any room to judge him.
Rue slipped his hand around the back of Vlatko’s head, tangling his fingers in the braids. Brushing a kiss over Vlatko’s cheek, he moved closer to the warm large body. He held his lips an inch away from Vlatko’s and said, “You see me.”
Their lips melded together in a soft kiss. Tongues stroked and teased while mouths slid against each other. Teeth nibbled. Rue wrapped his other hand around Vlatko’s waist and held on. Vlatko’s hands cupped his ass, lifting him up so their groins fit perfectly together. His leg twined around Vlatko’s muscled thigh to get even closer.
Vlatko’s hand pushed between them, fumbling with the buttons on Rue’s pants. The cool air rushed over his freed cock and he moaned. Warmth encompassed his flesh as Vlatko managed to undo his own zipper and pulled their cocks together. Groaning, Rue allowed his head to drop forward, resting on Vlatko’s broad shoulder.
His sensitive cock rubbed over the calluses on Vlatko’s palm as he pumped his hips. Vlatko grunted, pushing harder against him. Pleasure raced down Rue’s spine to pool at the base. His balls tightened. His climax would be quick this time. Another stroke and this time Vlatko swiped his thumb over the flared head of Rue’s cock, teasing the weeping slit.
“Oh shit,” Rue cried out as his cum shot from him, coating Vlatko’s hand and their stomachs.
Another grunt and more wet warmth bathed their skin. Rue wrapped his arms tight around Vlatko’s shoulders. He found himself crushed in Vlatko’s embrace with gentle lips worshipping his mouth. He had the oddest urge to say words he’d never said to anyone before. Rue barely stopped from blurting it out. There was no way he could feel that way about this stranger he’d just met. He didn’t believe in love at first sight. He understood lust. It was an emotion that burned bright and fierce, but didn’t last long. Love didn’t exist as far as Rue could tell.
“Let’s go get cleaned up and have supper.” Vlatko swept him up in his arms. “Then we’ll talk. Who knows? You just might come up with a solution that no one for fifty years has been able to figure out.”
Rue snuggled into that strong warm embrace, silently praying to any god that might be listening. He wanted to find the solution to Vlatko’s death sentence. He didn’t want this unique man to die.
The firebird screeched behind them. Rue caught the predator’s gaze and it nodded its flaming head at him.
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