Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2000 19:35:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: tiberius <tiberius224@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pillow Talk 4

***  !!WARNING!!  ***

Gay fiction about to begin!

If you're not old enough please come back when you are. If you're not
allowed to see this wherever you're accessing it from-don't say I
didn't warn you to leave. And last but not least-if you are offended by
the thought of homosexuality then you're in the wrong place please go
back the way you came in or you will be offended.

Finally! This chapter has more than just talk or cuddling. There will
probably not be enough lovemaking in here for some, and others will
want to know why I have any at all. That question should be answered
by the time you reach the end-at least I hope it is.

I would also like to say I really appreciate the praise, suggestions, and
encouragement from everyone who has read the previous chapters.
You've made this first posting a worthwhile and rewarding experience
for which I sincerely thank you. I hope this chapter lives up to that, but
as a friend once told me, "This ain't great literature."

It has been suggested that this could go on for up to 20 more chapters.
While I won't say I'll never go beyond chapter 4, I see this as a
`natural' end to this particular story line, but I won't say that these two
characters won't show up again. They've become more real to me as
each chapter was written.

Now that you've been properly prepared-and warned . . . The story
concludes . . .

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He stared at Ian. He was shocked that he would say such a
thing. He had never thought of him as liking rough sex.
"What makes you think that's what I want?" He was confused.
"Your clients were rough and it got you hot and bothered. Are
you saying you don't want us to try it?" Ian raised his eyebrows.
He shook his head, "No, not really. Besides, that's not your
style, man."
"My style doesn't matter this time." Ian shrugged.
"It always matters to me." He protested. "Why would this time
be any different?"
Ian sighed and rolled off to lie on his side next to his red
headed lover. Ian licked the tip of his own index finger then used the
moistened finger to lightly trace around his young lover's nearest
nipple.
Ian's finger caused an electric sensation that made his red
headed lover inhale sharply.
He looked up to see Ian looking him in the eyes, "Because my
handsome stud, while I watched you sleeping all I could think about
was how beautiful you looked and how much I wanted to give you
pleasure."
He snorted, "I'm not so handsome, or beautiful."
Ian lightly brushed his lover's cheek with the back of his
fingers.
Gazing deeply in to the younger man's eyes Ian said, "Maybe
not to you, my sweet and humble Love, but you are all of that to me."
He felt the warmth spread over his face and turned away.
Damn it, Ian could embarrass him every time.
He felt Ian shifting on the bed. He did not have to look to see
what was going on. He could feel the silk of Ian's pajamas against his
hips and sides. Ian had bought a matching pair for each of them and he
usually wore them, but he had been too tired to even put on a pair of
underwear when he climbed in to bed the night before. At the moment
he was thankful for that.
He felt Ian's hand gently take a hold of his chin and slowly
turn his face back toward him. There was a look of passion in Ian's
eyes that left him feeling overwhelmed because he knew it was all for
him.
He raised his face but a hand on his chest stopped him. He
gave Ian a questioning look.
The smile came back, but the evil was gone and the love
shown on Ian's face.
"I'm still hungry." Ian said. "And I've decided I'm going to
linger over you for dessert."
He started to protest, but Ian's hand came off his chest and
dropped gently on his mouth.
"Dessert doesn't talk and it doesn't participate. It's just lays
there and gets enjoyed." Ian's voice was a low whisper.
He nodded and relaxed sinking back on to the bed. This was
Ian's style though he usually got to participate.
Ian raised up and for a moment all he could see was a pajama
top. Then he felt lips gently kiss his forehead. Then Ian's face
reappeared in front of him. Ian's eyes immediately found his lover's
eyes below him. Slowly, Ian lowered his face until his Roman nose
barely touched the tip of his lover's nose. He tried to convey through
his eyes how much he wanted Ian to kiss him. Ian either did not see it
or it was not part of his plan because he slowly rotated his face so that
their noses gently danced together.
He inhaled taking a deep breath. His desire for Ian was not
going to make this easy.
Ian kissed him lightly on the lips then and before he could stop
himself he raised his head to return the kiss. Ian pulled away from him.
He looked longingly at Ian, but Ian just waited. God this was torture,
but he loved it.
Finally, he relaxed letting Ian know that he understood he was
just to lay there and enjoy it.
Ian leaned forward and the warm breath and moist lips were in
his ear. He closed his eyes and fought the urge to wrap his arms around
Ian. It felt unnatural, but he just managed to resist the urge.
He felt the moist tip of Ian's tongue gently caress just the first
ridge in his ear. He trembled involuntarily and clenched his fists. He
swore to any deity listening that he was going to pay Ian back for this if
it was the last thing he did.
He could not believe that Ian's breath could grow even
warmer in his ear. He gave a soft contented moan of approval.
Apparently that was acceptable, because Ian did not stop.
He felt Ian's tongue play gently with the hoop in his ear. He
felt anxiety as Ian playfully pulled on the lobe, but the gentleness let
him know Ian knew what he was doing. Usually, he took his earrings
out before he crawled in to bed, but last night he had been too tired to
care. As far as he could remember this was the first time he had worn
them when Ian was nibbling on his ears.
Then Ian's lips moved down his neck and he turned away to
expose his throat. Ian's warm breath sent shivers up his spine as Ian's
lips gently kissed along the thick cord of his lover's neck. Ian paused a
moment when he reached the depression where the cord of his young
lover's neck joined to the collarbone.
He moaned as Ian's tongue gently explored him there. It was
not the first time he felt Ian's tongue on his body yet he never grew
tired of it. He wondered if it was because no one wanted to do this for
him when they were paying for it. They were all interested in him
making them feel good.
A moment later, he felt Ian's tongue and lips begin a slow
journey up the other side of his neck. He had to fight the urge to take
Ian's face in his hands and kiss him. He prayed that Ian would kiss him
again soon.
Ian was tonguing his other earring now. He felt Ian's lips
gently taking the earring and his earlobe into his mouth and felt Ian's
tongue gently probing the metal loop. He did not feel nervous at all this
time.
 The sensation of Ian's warm breath in his ear sent more
shivers racing along his spine and he worked his hands clenching and
unclenching the sheets.  Soon, Ian's tongue was gently probing the
inner ridge of his other ear.
His body tensed even more and he clenched the sheets in his
fists. Just laying here while Ian made love to him was going to drive
him insane.
After what seemed like an eternity, Ian rose over him and he
found Ian's deep brown eyes looking in to his emerald green ones. He
hoped Ian would understand the pleading in his eyes for a kiss.
Ian leaned forward and kissed his forehead softly, then calmly
and slowly, Ian kissed each of his eyelids. Then Ian kissed the tip of his
nose, and then his cheeks, and finally his chin. Desperate, he was about
to lose it when Ian finally kissed his lips.
Ian kissed him with slowly burning passion. The kiss lasted
for several long moments until they both needed air. Ian found his eyes
as he broke the kiss.
Their breathing was ragged as they stared at each other. It took
only a moment before Ian moved down. Ian never took his eyes from
his lover's green eyes as he began kissing down the valley of the red
head's smooth defined chest.
When Ian reached the bottom of his lover's chest he moved to
his lover's right. He watched Ian softly kiss as he moved around toward
his nipple. He watched as Ian reached his right nipple. He gasped when
Ian's tongue flicked out and teased his nipple.
He noted the sudden sparkle in Ian's brown eyes. He realized
Ian was getting as much enjoyment from giving pleasure as he was
receiving it.
For a few moments, Ian played and suckled his nipple. He laid
his head back and closed his eyes enjoying the sensations.  It was
incredible how such a tiny bump of flesh could send so much pleasure
through his entire body.
Eventually, Ian moved from the nipple. He opened his eyes
and looked to find Ian had never stopped watching his eyes.
Ian moved to the left kissing along the outline of his lover's
chest. Then Ian's lips and tongue settled on the left nipple.
"Oh God," he gasped softly while he thought, here we go
again.
Ian chuckled softly against his chest, but never stopped toying
with his lover's nipple.
This time he watched and listened to the soft sounds of lips
against his flesh. Ian first tickled the tip of his nipple with the end of his
tongue. Ian slowly circled the nipple and then encircled the entire thing
with his lips. Ian gently suckled it for a few moments and would then
gently close his teeth around the bump of flesh and pull gently.
He inhaled when Ian did that. Ian's teeth were hard and sharp,
he found it almost impossible to believe they could be so tender-or
erotic. He loved it.
Finally, much to his disappointment, Ian stopped what he was
doing to his lover's nipple and moved back to the center of his chest.
He watched as Ian started kissing down the center of his
stomach. Ian moved unhurried much to his lover's chagrin. He wanted
nothing more than to feel Ian's lips pleasuring-what was to him-the
center of his manhood. But damned if Ian was not taking his sweet time
reaching that center.
The twinkle in Ian's eyes told him that Ian knew exactly what
he wanted. He realized that Ian would eventually get around to it, but
he wished Ian would get on with it.
He watched as Ian kissed gently downward along the center of
his stomach. His abdominal muscles did not please him because they
were not as ripped as those body builders in the muscle mags. He had
good definition and Ian thought his stomach was perfect, but he wanted
more for both of them.
As Ian reached his navel, the red head knew he would pause
there. His navel was an `outtie' that seemed to hold great fascination
for Ian that he never lost interest in exploring even after three years. Ian
once said he had never had a lover with a raised belly button before. Ian
had been delighted to discover that a raised navel was as sensitive to a
playful tongue as his young lover's nipples.
Ian did not immediately attack the belly button. Instead, kissed
around it. Ian's warm breath against that part of his lover's body sent
shivers shooting through his stomach and up his spine. He involuntarily
trembled but he was far from cold.
After a complete circle around it, Ian treated his lover's navel
to the same stimulation as he had given the nipples. He gripped the bed
as Ian's tongue made those lazy circles around his raised flesh. He
shook, dimly aware of the goose bumps on his arms. Ian was suckling
his belly button now.
He was not sure what was going to happen next. He knew
what he hoped for, but nothing had gone exactly as he had hoped so far.
He had to admit to himself that it was better.
Finally, Ian moved down but did not touch his lover's `loins'
with either his mouth or his hands. Instead, Ian reached up and brushed
his fingers through his own hair. Ian pulled his hair forward to hang in
front of his face. Ian's hair was just long enough to hang down and
obscure his forehead and eyes.
Ian leaned forward and let his hair gently brush his lover's
groin. Ian's hair caress felt like a cross between feathers and a light
breeze as the hair brushed over his lover's flesh. He gasped as the hair
caressed back and forth where the head of his erection joined to the
shaft. This was a new trick in Ian's repertoire and one he hoped he
would use again.
Ian began slowly moving up his body caressing side to side
with his hair. The hair sent new sensations through his abdomen that
were different from anything he had ever felt before. He was hard
pressed not to laugh when the hair reached his ribs. He was tickled and
caressed at the same time. He immediately changed his mind about Ian
using this technique again.
Eventually, Ian reached his throat and after a few ticklish
swipes stopped. He watched Ian raise his head and they once again
looked in each other's eyes.
Ian leaned forward and kissed him again. He could feel more
urgency in Ian's kiss this time, and knew there was more in his own.
Several breathless moments later Ian pulled back and stared at him-
panting.
The stayed like that for several seconds before either of them
spoke. Ian was the first.
"Did you like that?"
He nodded not quite trusting his voice to work.
Ian smiled, "I remembered reading about that in the book you
gave me."
He swallowed, "I'm afraid to ask what else was in it."
Ian chuckled, "You won't have to ask. I'll show you later."
He groaned, "I thought you'd say that."
"The monkey is ready for a big banana." Ian whispered.
He smiled. Ian had given his erection the nickname `big
banana' the first time he saw it. It was because his hard flesh was not
straight like Ian's or any of his clients. His erection curved off to the
left. The first time Ian had called it that had been very embarrassing,
but that ended when Ian `swallowed' the whole thing a few moments
later. Afterward, Ian burst out laughing when his young lover said that
the monkey had been hungry. Now it was their private joke. He would
ask Ian if he had given the monkey his daily banana. Sometimes, Ian
would ask if he had remembered to buy a banana for the monkey. They
each knew what the other wanted even in public.  When Ian said it just
then he knew the wait was almost over.
Casually, Ian moved back down toward the foot of the bed.
Ian was in no hurry as he spread his lover's legs. He did not resist but
let Ian go at the unhurried pace he wanted. Ian settled between his
lover's legs and looked up at his lover searching his face.
He smiled. He knew Ian was not asking his permission
because he already had that. Ian just wanted to see the pleasure that was
about to play over his lover's face.
Ian started by running his moist tongue along the crevice
where the head of his lover's erection joined the shaft up toward the
opening at the tip. His breath caught and he tensed as Ian began to
seriously enjoy `dessert'. He closed his eyes.
He felt Ian lift his erection holding it at the base with his hand.
Then he felt the moist tip of a tongue slowly probe under and around
the head of his erection. He sighed as Ian pleasured him.
He remembered the first time Ian had done this for him. Ian's
skill that first time had was great, but the more he learned of his young
red headed lover the better that skill had become.
Ian had moved and was suckling his sack. Ian gently sucked in
one nut and treated it like a piece of hard candy gently sucking and
rolling his tongue around it. Then he would trade it for the other and
repeat the process. The pressure of each nut as it was sucked in to Ian's
mouth was the only part that had any discomfort, but nothing he would
not willingly endure.
He opened his eyes and looked down as Ian changed tactics.
He watched Ian kiss up the curved shaft of his hard on. Ian's attention
had been focused on the erection he was kissing. But as Ian reached the
top of the head he looked up in to his lover's eyes.
He knew what was coming as Ian opened his mouth and
slowly lowered his head. Ian never took his eyes away. He felt the
warmth of Ian's mouth. The back of Ian's mouth on the head of his
erection and then a slight pressure as Ian swallowed him.
Slowly, he saw Ian take him all the way until his lover's nose
touched his shaved pelvis.
He shaved because that was the preference of all his clients.
Ian often did the shaving for him. He had always wondered why. Ian
said it was his way of showing his acceptance, but he suspected Ian was
worried he would cut himself because Ian was always very careful.
Ian was studying his face as he slowly raised and lowered
himself on his younger lover's erection. The pressure on his flesh as it
slid down Ian's throat was incredible. He pulled on the sheets fighting
the urge to wrap his legs around Ian's head and thrust his hips forward.
He knew Ian would not mind, but Ian had wanted him to just lie there
and enjoy this so he would.
Ian kept it up this technique taking breaths each time he
reached to top of the stroke. He realized this must be one of the other
things Ian had learned. Judging by the pressure he felt building low in
his groin it would not take long.
It was only a few moments later that he had to warn Ian, "I'm
getting close."
Ian had been half way up and finished pulling off his excited
lover. Ian wrapped his hand around the shaft and stroked. Ian's grip
was strong just the way his lover liked it as he stroked him quickly.
He was sorry Ian had to do that, but it was the only way. Ian
would not let him wear a rubber when they made love. It was not that
Ian would not use protection, but he had some funny belief that people
committed to each other should not need to. As a compromise, Ian had
agreed not to get his lover's cum on or inside himself. They were both
tested regularly for diseases and so far they were safe. It had been a
strange argument.
He was closer than he thought because it only took a few
strokes and he felt the pressure in him burst.
As he went over the top he could not help himself he cried out.
Starting in his groin, wave after wave of euphoria washed over
him as his sexual tension was released. He could not help squirming as
his body released tension that had built up from the clients from the
night before and Ian's efforts. Somehow, Ian managed to hang on.
He closed his eyes, but Ian watched his lover's cum erupt in
long streams from the end of an angry red erection. Ian felt it pulse in
his grip as the milky fluid exploded. The fluid landed spattering on his
young lover's stomach. Ian smiled feeling the satisfaction that comes
with pleasing the needs of someone you love.
Eventually his orgasm subsided and he stopped squirming. He
could not talk because he did not have the breath to spare. He could see
the satisfied smile on Ian's face and was pleased that Ian got something
from this too.
Ian rose from him and went up to the stand beside the bed. Ian
opened the drawer, reached in, and withdrew a box of moist wipes.
This was another of Ian's rituals after his young lover came. He
watched as Ian took out a wipe and then began to clean off his lover.
The wipes were cool and moist against his skin as Ian wiped
away cum. He let Ian do this because Ian enjoyed it, and he
begrudgingly admitted to himself that he liked it too.
"You really did get worked up last night." Ian observed calmly
as he finished up and dropped the used wipe in the trash. "The last time
you made that big of a mess was the first time I gave you a blow job."
He could only grin at the pleasant memories that brought up.
He had been excited and nervous at the same time. None of his clients
had ever offered to give him head. When Ian offered he realized that
their relationship was not to be that of a client and an escort.
 As finally regained his breath, Ian slipped up beside him and
wrapped his arm around his chest. Ian nuzzled his ear and just cuddled
with him while his body came down from its euphoria.
He wrapped his own arms around the arm cuddling him. He
looked in to Ian's eyes and for the first time realized everything that Ian
had said was true. He was special to Ian. At that moment he believed he
could have been an ax murderer and it would not matter at all to Ian.
After all, did not ax murderers have mothers that loved them?
Finally his body relaxed enough that he could talk.
"Thank you." He said squeezing Ian's strong arm.
"For what?" Ian sounded genuinely surprised.
"I'm not stupid." He said quietly. "I know what you were
doing."
"What do you think I was doing?" Ian could really sound
sincere.
"Playing therapist. You were treating me like I was your client
to make me feel special-like I deserved you."
"Is that what I was doing?" Ian's voice was gentle and warm.
"You know damn well that's what you were doing." He said
speaking just as softly.
"Hmm," Ian pondered. Then he asked, "Did it work?"
"More than usual." He smiled softly.
Ian grinned obviously pleased with himself.
"I'm quitting." He said suddenly.
It was just as big a surprise to him as it was to Ian judging by
the look on his face. He wondered, when did I decide that?
Then Ian's eyes filled with concern, "Quitting?"
"I'm not going to hook anymore." He said.
"Are you sure?" Ian asked cautiously.
He nodded enjoying the feeling of certainty that warmed him
inside. Though sudden, the decision felt right. This was something
he-they both-wanted.
"Any idea what you want to do?" Ian asked.
He shook his head. "I guess I could work at the restaurant."
"You don't have to." Ian said. "Unless you want to."
He shrugged, "I gotta' do something. As much as you'd enjoy
it, I can't spend all my time like this."
Ian laughed, "No, I guess not."
Then Ian grew serious, "Give it some thought for a couple of
days. You don't have to decide right away."
"Okay." He said.
Ian hugged him tighter and kissed his forehead.
"I love you, Jeremy." Ian whispered softly.
Jeremy smiled and snuggled closer in to Ian's loving embrace.

*** . . . The End. . . ***