So, this is graphic and sexy~ *grins* Well, I think it's sexy, but it's definitely graphic.
I'm asking you to use your own discretion on reading this: if you are pretty sure your boss won't like this, don't read it at work. If the notion of a graphic male/male sex scene scares you, don't read this.
Other than that, enjoy! This is officially the last installment for "The Talent".
The next Sampling will throw-back and be the mate of "Kkachi"!
So prepare yourself... and enjoy this last installment: "Consort".
Prompt: “Dying is easy. Coming back is where things get tricky."
Perspective: First Person
Genres: Supernatural, Secrets, Drama
Length: 4272 words
-FINALE of The Talent set!
-Peculiarly Old-World manners
-Smexy smexy times!
Author Notes: I promise, though, that this is the last part, loves!
Part six puts the ball squarely in Jeremy/Jeremiah's court. They still have a few things to work out, as you'll see. They just decided their hormones couldn't let this wait, haha.
The Talent series begins in "Endowment" and is followed by "Crystalline", then "Cipher", "Requital", and "Neoteric". It's best to start at the beginning so things make sense, right? And if it's been a while since you read the story, it's always good to refresh!
By some act of God we managed to keep our hands to ourselves in the lobby, but once alone in the lift, I quickly found myself backed against the cool stainless steel while the heat and strength of his body kept me exactly where he wanted me. Together we stumbled down the hallway, an artless tangle of limbs that couldn't seem to quit reaching for each other. We seemed to alternate door frame to door frame on which of us was pressed against the wall while the other ravaged their mouth.
When we found his room, I had him pressed tightly against the door while I attacked the delicate skin of his neck and drew the sweetest of sounds from his lips. Tolly fumbled gracelessly with the key card, obviously much too distracted by my ministrations to care about finesse at the moment. When the door finally opened behind him, we both tripped inelegantly into the dark suit, far too interested in devouring each other to care that we were barely over the threshold. Kicking the door shut behind us too more brain power than I wanted to expend but I did it anyway. Even the primal parts of my psyche knew that this... reunion we were embarking on needed to be private.
For all that Tolly and I had been teenage lovers, I could not recall us ever being so frantic to reach skin. Clothes were restlessly tugged at, occasionally torn, and generally regarded with a reckless neglect that we had never been privileged to know as youth. My shirt lost at least half of its buttons during the struggle, and yet I could not bring myself to care even a tiny bit when his searching hands found the skin they'd bared. His caress was reckless, rough and more arousing than anything else I had ever known.
I couldn't get enough of the taste of him on my tongue so when we parted for a breath, I began to trace the strength of his neck with the flat of my tongue, pausing briefly to nip and nibble and mark as though I had the right to such possessive posturing.his smooth fingers and palms mapped out my skin in slow, deliberate strokes. Scars were me with the gentle hint of fingertips and tattoos were stroked reverently, as though to somehow absorb the colors onto his own skin.
Panting from exertion and over-stimulation, I withdrew a single step. If I allowed myself total submission to the sensations he stirred in me, I wasn't going to last very long at all. When he stepped toward me, puzzlement twisting his lips, I placed my fingers to his lips and gave him a smile.
"Bed, Tolly," I insisted gently. At least that way, I would be comfortable when he took me.
The lips against my finger curled up at the corners before he gently nipped at my fingertip. It stole my breath and shot sensation through my entire body. Then he grabbed my hand and tugged, needing us to reach our destination nearly as much as I did.
As we crossed the remaining distance between us and what I was certain would be a large luxuriously appointed bed, I began my own frantic war with my clothing, divesting the garments as efficiently as I could while still keeping up with my lover. Stars above, I was too impatient and needy to care about much more than getting naked and then getting him naked!
Maybe the notion was mine first or maybe it was his, but by the time we reached the bedroom we were both gloriously naked, our discarded garments a mere afterthought littering the path we'd taken. Desire blazed through my veins, molten heat over-sensitizing my nerves, and I would bet my next sabbatical that he could feel the heat coming off of me in waves. And yet I found myself wary of crossing our distance.
Sol in the havens, it had been so long since I'd seen him this way: lips flushed and bruising from our kisses, chest heaving like he's run a marathon, desire turning his brown eyes into pools of scorching chocolate, his sleek black hair loose and tousled about the prominent jut of his shoulder blades. Hell, the last time I'd seen him this way, his then-ruddy skin would flush with arousal first, offsetting deep emerald eyes and mousy brown hair, but that didn't matter either: I knew the soul of the two men was the same, that at the very least his lust equaled mine, an that we were two beings bound together by mythical things that were not near as far-fetching in our ever-shifting lives.
He cocked his head at me, and I had to wonder what he saw in this moment: the skinny pale boy I had ben or the man I had become, at least for a little while.
"Jer," he intoned softly, his voice roughened and deep with the stores of sheer heat I saw reflected in his eyes. "Your thoughts are so damn heavy I can feel their weight. Just... let them go for now, love. Let me relearn you."
I'm not sure who crossed the distance –had it been me, propelled by his words, or him, propelled by decadent desire? In the end, did it really matter? Once we touched, all that was important to me was the contact of his satin skin sliding against mine and the devouring kiss that seemed to have grown into a war.
At some point, our kiss had become a dominance tug-of-war rather than teasing fleeting caresses or savored tasting. Some of that could possible be chalked up to around two centuries of pent-up longing, which I had exacerbated by being without a lover for a few months. Dominance was a matter of perspective to me and was not worth battling over, but apparently I wasn't sing small enough words when I tried to explain that to the primal part of me brain that had taken over at the first sweet taste of his mouth at the café. I knew who would lose that war today, knew who would be splayed out under whom, and I was absolutely fine with that knowledge: that I would be taken by the man who had always held my heart, even before he'd given me his. My soul cried out for its mate and I fully intended to let him have me however he wanted me.
So I softened int him, lacing my fingers into the obsidian smoothness of his hair and angled my head to properly receive his kiss. I wanted –no, I needed– to savor his taste, to relearn it and save it, in case it should ever be denied to me. Pressing closer, I let my hands meander down to his sculpted chest, the prickle of arousal-quickened nipples, the definition of his abdomen, the tickle of his chest hair against my palms. I traced out the width of his broad chest with gentle fingertips, then snaked my arms around his back to draw him closer, closer still. Tolly's hands were never-resting, cascading up and down my chest like a river of raw silk, fingers exploring and learning every hollow and crest of my abdomen with sweet restless heat. And though our hands stroked and slid and stoked the flame of relentless need dancing between us, it was not nearly enough.
Ending our kiss was hard, even with the placating series of kisses that did little more than add fuel to the fire. Yet unless we wanted to find our ease like a pair of teenage lovers necking and stroking in the dark, one of us needed to take a step. Or, in my case, a knee. Graceless as though it felt, my transition from standing with him to kneeling before him was smooth. Coyly, I gazed up at him through shuttered lashes and watched as his breath caught in his throat. His pupils attempted to swallow the simmering brown of his irises and his chest flushed red under the porcelain of his skin. I could all but taste the surprise and keen anticipation that seemed at war on his features.
Oh, how I wanted to grin up at him from my supplicant posturing. Instead, I licked my lips and bent toward him, blowing a stream of cool air at the heat of his arousal. His soft curse was all but lost when I swiped my tongue over the weeping tip of his flushed, aroused cock. His groan was low and resonant, sending tantalizing chills dancing along my spine and tightening the arousal already coiling low in my stomach. Gingely, he widened his stance to give me better access, though his stiff-straight knees made me want to pleasure him until they gave out. I kissed the inside of his thigh, the fine tremor than ran through his body plenty reward for me.
Tenderly, I rubbed the delicate skin of my cheek against the firmness of his need, inhaling deeply of the musky scent of sex with an underlying note of citrus and something else that I knew to be purely him. We had made such clumsy cupplings in our early years, neither one of us quite sure how to bring the other pleasure. Tolly had been my first lover but far from my most skilled one. What we'd lacked in experience we had had made up for in enthusiasm and pure, untainted love and adoration for each other. And yet here we were again: a little wiser, a heaping older, and much more experience. But this... this felt as precious and tender as our first painful attempts.
So I pressed a kiss to his cock, gently prodding the slit with my tongue before drawing him into my mouth. It was a shallow penetration, and yet he groaned like he had found paradise. The salty taste of hi on my tongue was foreign and yet oh so very welcome. I choked on my breath but lathed him with my tongue anyway, loving the feel of him. Then I withdrew just a little, just enough to create subtle friction against my tongue and summon a breathless moan from his lips.
I went on that way for a few moments, enveloping more of him each time I pressed forward, bearing more cooling damn skin each time I withdrew. All the while, he whispered curses and praise and vulgar filthy prayers for more of the sweet torment I offered him. Thoughtfully considering his last plea, I suckled him again, only to draw a loud obscene swear from his full lips and then finding myself missing his solid heat in my mouth. His expression hovered somewhere between arousal and pain as he drew me up to my feet and shoved me at the over-large bed.
Splayed out clumsily on his bed from his artless coercion, I found my own torment was only beginning. Tolly leveraged his heavier stronger frame to pin me to the soft mattress below, his hand a tight manacle to hold both of my wrists above my head. He dropped damp kisses against my face, along my jawline, and down my neck. His only detour was to nip each of my earlobes with his teeth, startling a soft sound from my lips the first time and beckoning a low moan the second time. From there he moved to suckle on my pulse point, only moving on after summoning a whimper from my throat. He explored my chest with his lips and teeth and tongue, scraping kisses to measure my shoulders, sharp teeth teasing my nipples, rough tongue sliding down to my navel and dipping inside.
Exquisite sensation danced through me, tingling in my limbs and my core. Far from passive even pinned as I was, I writhed against him, hips canting to reach him, feet scrabbling against the sheets to raise me closer or hold him nearer.i wouldn't be able to withstand it if he chose to answer my bold exploration of his cock with his own. The stars knew, he had me poised to fall apart as I was, greeting each sound he conjured from deep within me with another heated caress and then another. While I most thoroughly enjoyed being at his mercy this way, I had waited far too long for this to come alone and against his skin like an adolescent with no control.
"Tolly". I whimpered his name out, barely, when he flicked his tongue out to catch a taste of my own seed as I had done to him.
And all I needed to do was say his name, for it brought him slithering back up my aroused flesh to claim my lips, as though to taste his name sweet on the tip of my tongue. Slightly startled at the hint of my own musk on his tongue, I took pleasure in the way it mingled with the taste of him still on my tongue. I arched into him, my hips bringing my engorged cock against his. It was ecstasy, pure stimulation flooding my nerve endings as I choked out his name against his lips. He shifted away from me, only to rummage through the drawer of the bedside table for a moment before coming up with a triumphant handful of supplies.
I rolled from beneath him, snaking my hand in to snatch the lube away from him. Stars in the sky, I wasn't sure if I would survive him preparing me –not with the way he seemed so desperate to wring all the pleasure he could manage from me in a a single setting. Huffing out a breath, I sat up gently, gritting my teeth against the slight discomfort. Taking deep breaths, I tried to calm myself down before opening myself to his stunned gaze. The bottle promised cold slickness and it did not lie; I shivered when the cool gel squelched out against my fingers. I reclined slightly, bending at my waist and spreading my legs a bit farther, but I had to balance on one hand. Eyes never leaving mine, he shoves a pillow behind me to support my spine. Testing it and finding his solution worded, I drew my hand forward.
His chocolate eyes were black holes of want that tracked every move. It made me nervous as I carefully coated three fingers in the cool lubricant and even more so when I flicked a well-lubed fingertip across the pouting muscle now visible to his hungry gaze.
Deep, cleansing breaths, I told myself. Just like yoga class.
Exhaling a shuddering breath, I closed my eyes against his scrutiny. As I had pretended thousands of times over hundreds of years that my fingers were his, I would now pretend he wasn't watching me with the lustiest expression I had ever seen. Oh, this was going to work well.
Inching my fingers back, I played the pad of a fingertip against the pucker, plying it with gentle pressure until it gave in, allowing my slickened finger insider. From there, I proceeded to stretch myself with a delicate familiarity, trying pointedly to ignore the heated gaze I could almost feel on my skin like the kiss of sunshine. When I had three fingers engaged in my own tight heat, he exhaled my name like a prayer.
Opening my eyes, I found him motionless, seeming completely taken in my watching me. Eyes blown wide with need that would not be denied, the same need that left his erection dripping pearlescent seed onto the bedspread, a need that seemed to have left him statue-still. But everything changes when my eyes flickered open.
He was a force of nature, and quickly found myself carefully positioned so that he could kiss my face as he slowly impaled me. I'd lost my breath and the ability to tell time all at once, so I could not recall when he had sheathed himself or when he had shifted me into this position, let alone how my arms had knotted around his neck as he slid into me. All I could feel was the slow burn of stretching, being filled in ways I hadn't been in some time.
It was an exercise in patience, this slow glide: his, mine, and my body's. It seemed eternally slow, decadently careful, and it likely had a lot in common with the eye of a hurricane.
Some part of me –apparently the primal part of my brain, which had yet to heed my logic– had run off with my mouth, leaving me hissing out things like, "Just fucking do it already. Jesus, Tolly, I'm not made of goddamn porcelain!" Any repulsive, indelicate thing I'd ever cleaned from my jargon spilled forth in veiled threats and dark promises, all the while urging haste.
When he was fully seated in me, I tightened my muscles on him. He cried out incoherently, his hips suddenly trembling in his effort t stay their action. The part of me ruled by logic was no longer in charge. The primeval part that wanted to be drug off to a cave by my very own cave man apparently was done waiting for Tolly's timetable. I flex my muscles again, gratified, preening, and hissing out my pleasure at his shallow thrust.
He strained to control himself once more, but I had no qualms about taking his hand in mine and guiding it down to my neglected cock. The feel of his hand alone had me arching my back, taking him even deeper inside me and filling his hand with me. He growled but submitted, taking my mouth in a punishing kiss as he started to move inside me. His fingertips remained but a teasing caress on my arousal and I mewed into his mouth, carefully shifting to flex my limited control on how fast things were going. Lips tracing from my lips left punishing bites along my neck as he finally stopped treating me like I'd break.
The delicious fullness of my body was only matched by the fullness of my heart, I wrapped my legs about his waist to draw his thrusts deeper. Each and every sensation was to be cataloged, stored away in mental files to be reviewed whenever. The planets knew how long we would go without each other after this. The thought saddened me, removing the sparkle and joy from this union of flesh for a moment. But only a moment.
Then his fullness deep inside me located the bundle of nerves that lie just beyond the reach of fingertips. Stars danced in my vision and my head swam and it fell back, bones and muscles liquefied in the instant. I cried out his name, followed by a string obscenities so foul I was surprised its taste didn't linger on my lips. Tolly, the bastard, chuckled and found that spot again and again.
I wish I could say our lovemaking had been filled with endearments and promises and whispers of forever, but that would be one hell of a lie. Instead, the sounds that marked our lovemaking when swears and indecent talk the likes of which I'd never before used and the subtle slap of slick flesh to flesh. When it came to an end as all things do, I cried out for him and held him so tight, as though to bring him inside my soul and keep him there forever. He but my shoulder and followed me over quickly, coaxed along by the tightening of my muscles.
In all honestly, I had no idea what to expect afterward. In our past, it was always an uncomfortable and hasty separation and quick disposal of the evidence. As for now, well, this was the first time I'd had sex with someone I hadn't been with in centuries. I'm sure there was an etiquette for that. It probably included, "Well, that was brilliant. Must do it again in a few hundred years."
I didn't count on the aching in my chest as we caught our breath. There were things I could lie to myself about: this, apparently, wasn't one of them. We had some amazing sex, but when he walked away this time, it would hurt more, because he knew what he was leaving behind: not just a mortal boy who adored him, an equal. And I was pretty damn sure he'd walk away again.
He surprised me by nuzzling into my neck, breathing still frenzied from exertion. His laughter was light and carefree. "You, Professor Jeremy Reynolds, noted historian ad whatnot –you have the crudest damn mouth I have ever heard," he breathed out against my ear. "And, oh my stars, I think you broke me."
I nibbled his earlobe gently, since we apparently could still be playful after that. "Don't tell my students: they'll think I'm one of those hip young professors or something."
He snored. "Hell no, I won't tell them. You probably already have to beat the little lemmings with a stick to get them to leave you be. And I don't want to share."
I must have stiffened at the statement.
"Jer..." His voice got soft. "Don't tell me you thought... I don't fall into bed with all of my ex-lovers this way."
I growled. "Don't be daft. Most of your ex-lovers are dead."
"Fuck," he sighed.
"Do me a favor and get the hell off me." I grimace at the wapish sound of my own voice. Oh, Moon above, if I didn't escape this situation soon, I would weep!
His hips canted forward and I lost my breath when he growled back at me. "Are we going to have this argument, Jeremiah, while you're still wrapped around my cock like hot silk?" He demanded hotly, his voice a rasp of rage and fire.
"I guess we are," I returned, my voice dull. If I could make it where I just didn't feel for a few minutes, I could probably get away before the weeping and calling myself nine kinds of fool began.
He grabbed my chin and kissed me, his mouth harsh and punishing, stealing both my breath and my fight. His hand stroked my shoulder, fingertips carefully tracing the bruising crescent of his bite.
"Jeremiah, you bloody maddening fool," he ground out, pressing is forehead to mine with a heavy breath. "It has always, ever, and only been you in my heart. Other lovers filled the time and the space, but they weren't you. You were my only regret, ever. I should have known that you were my mate."
He dropped soft, sentimentally sweet kisses to my lip and waited. When I failed to fill the empty silence, his heavy breath pulsed against my skin. "I've never been good at this sort of thing, Jer –you know that best of all. But... but, I love you and I always have. I feel whole with you, complete in some way that I can't be on my own. You're all those things that I need most: a friend, a companion, a lover..."
Heat welled up about my eyes and I knew that bloody bastard was going to make me cry. "T-Tolly," I stuttered out brokenly, reaching to make sure my arms were full of his solid warmth.
"Ah, love. Don't cry," he consoled softly. You had to know, Jer: it's part f why you felt me, why you followed me. We just are not complete without each other." His lips chased my tears when they slipped past my control, his tongue swirling across my skin to catch a few of them.
The funny thing is that my foster-mother knew it the very first time she caught me sneaking back into our home after meeting up with Tolly Evers. "Ach," she said, "consorting with that Evers boy will bring you nothing but trouble." Then she winked at me. "But you'll never find a truer man if you walked this entire world twice."
Smiling, even though the tears in my eyes, I drug his lips to mine. No, I would never find a truer, more loyal man –I'd tired, for over two centuries. Even when someone tells you the truth, it takes a while for you to see it. Sometimes you have to wander the world twice or three times over.
And my first love, my only love –well, he was worth it all.
This is meant to be a conclusion for these two. This is also the first sex scene I've written in a long-ass time. So have mercy on me, please. But love on my boys, please!
Anyway, like I said earlier, my next Sampling will be a follow up for my older Sampling, "Kkachi" , which means I will be editing that one before posting part two. And those two boys, Noble and Lucien, require oodles of sparkle and happiness, so wish me luck!
All my love,