turps

Part 2

mine if you like. Wear my pants, you can say they’re capri style if anyone asks why they’re too short, and I’ve a…” Chris shut up when JC’s hand clamped over his mouth.

“Didn’t I just tell you to shut up? JC poked Chris in the chest then suddenly stopped frowning, his expression changing from irritation to something Chris would expect to see on the face of a slavering wolf looking at a prime piece of steak. It made Chris nervous, but it also made him horny as hell, something JC seemed to realise as he bent even closer, breathing against Chris’ ear as he kept his hand firmly pressed down.

“You like that don’t you? You like me holding you down and throwing you around.”

Chris tried to deny it, to force words between the fingers that pushed against his lips. He failed; could only gasp as JC suddenly nipped at his ear, pulling at Chris’ lobe with teeth that bit sharply into tender flesh. The pain flared bright for a second, then faded as JC let go and started to lick down Chris’ neck, long wet strokes that ended at his collar bone.

It became harder to breathe, and Chris panted shallowly as his whole body shuddered with each long lick. JC continued to bite at Chris’ collar bone and neck, tiny bites that grazed the skin. “You picked the wrong time to jump me, Chris. Or maybe you picked exactly the right time. I don’t do this often, only when I need to, and today I did. Did you know that, Chris? Did Lance tell you I’d been pitching a fit about my clothes and you came to take advantage, knowing I’d need to let off steam? We went through this last time; just ask if you want this, if you want me to dominate you.”

Managing something between a nod and a groan, Chris exposed his throat more, forcing his head to the side under the pressure of JC’s hand. It only took JC seconds to take the hint, and he bit down hard, teeth breaking the skin as he sucked and licked. Pain rushed through Chris’ body in a wave, pain mixed so closely with pleasure he could hardly tell them apart, not that he wanted to as he arched under JC’s touch.

JC pulled back, taking his hand from Chris’ mouth, wiping a tiny smear of blood from his lips. “You’re a sneaky manipulative bastard, Kirkpatrick. It’s a good job that I love you so much.”

Deep in a haze, Chris could only grin in amusement, and hope he hadn’t really heard JC ask about the capri pants.