Vance's Journal - February 4th, 2002:
Bell was asleep, otherwise I never would have tried it. He'd have whapped my ass for tormenting his fucking bird. It's just that Ajax is so damned loud in the morning, so no one on the whole block can sleep past eight at the very latest. I'm surprised Mrs. Vickland hasn't given me a talking to about all the neighbors who've complained. But she loves Ajax; I guess that's why she hasn't. I kinda like him, too, but I've tried not to let Bell know it. He'd just give me that dark, sexy smirk of his that's so fucking arrogant I'd want to push him down and ram my cock down his throat. Damn -- I'm getting sidetracked again!
Anyway, I snuck out of the bedroom, took a leak and brushed my teeth, went into the living room to find what I was looking for, then into the greenhouse room with the portable CD player Alan gave me for Christmas two years ago. Ajax wasn't asleep -- not on one foot with his oversized white head tucked under one wing, like he does when he's really asleep. He kind of just looked at me with his head cocked to the side. "Shhh", I told him -- like he'd listen. If a cockatoo wants to scream, there is nothing on this earth that's gonna stop him, believe me. And it doesn't help that he's seen the person he considers to be his mate canoodling with me. Bell doesn't believe me, but Ajax hates me. He likes Horatio better than me! Now, I'd never hurt him because I like animals in general, and because Bell would run me through with a blunt fencing foil if I did anything to Ajax, but I really wanted him to let us sleep for a while. I set the CD player to repeat endlessly and waved to Ajax.
"Go back to sleep," I whispered.
"Hello, baby," he whispered back, ruffling his feathers. Sometimes he's just too cute.
I tiptoed back into the bedroom and slid back into Bell's arms. He was so beautiful, in that intensely masculine way of his. I shuddered and his arms tightened around me. Somehow he managed to make me feel small, even though I'm a few inches taller than he is.
"Your feet are cold," he said muzzily, stroking my hip.
"I went to the bathroom," I told him. I licked under his chin, then along the strong line of his jaw. He had that utterly male Bell scent that I love so much.
"I should, too." Bell kissed me briefly and went to take care of business before returning to me.
He was awake now, his hazel eyes glittering at me. It looked like lust to me, and yep, he stalked toward me, moving like Horatio stalking a sunbeam. God, it makes me feel sexy when he does that. I huddled on the bed and tried to look scared, but I failed miserably. I starting giggling before he even pounced on me. He crouched over me, his hands everywhere, his mouth sucking fiercely on my neck. I gasped and howled, still laughing.
"Like that, do you?" he growled in that smooth-whiskey voice of his. His fingers found my nipples, pinching the right one and lightly tugging on the ring in the left one. The sensation shot straight to my cock in a hot wave that would have buckled my knees if I'd been standing up. Good thing I wasn't.
"Yes," I murmured. "God, yes!" I rubbed my thigh against his cock, feeling a little dampness, making him let out another low growl. Then Bell's mouth was on mine, his tongue aggressive, pushing in and tasting, coaxing my tongue into sparring. Not that it needed much coaxing. Kissing Bell is something I can get lost in, and I did. My fingers automatically tunneled into his silky-dark hair, thrilling in the fact that it was loose, not tied back as it was during the day. When his hair is loose, Bell is -- different, more playful, less inhibited. And beautiful. My Renaissance Man.
"Easy," he chuckled into my mouth. "You're so easy." I remembered the first time he'd called me easy; I thought he was calling me a slut. I know better now. I am a slut, but I'm Bell's slut. I groaned as he kissed his way down my throat, my chest, nuzzled into the pubes, bumping my cock with his chin. Please, please! I thought. I reached down and petted his hair.
"What do you want, Vance?" he teased. When he glanced up at me, his eyes were almost green, a feral green.
"Suck me," I begged shamelessly. "I want my cock in your mouth."
He raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "You do? I never would have guessed." He settled between my legs, and propped himself on one elbow over my thigh. "Let's see what you taste like today." He extended his tongue and licked. Just once. Oh God! "Hmm, almost salty." He licked once more.
"Please, Bell!" I cried. And he sank his mouth over my cock, warm and wet and so wonderful. I couldn't stop moaning as he thoroughly slicked me, and then started sucking in earnest, rasping his tongue on the underside of my cock, and occasionally dipping it into the slit. His hand cupped my balls, squeezing gently, like he was milking me. But the sensation of his mouth was undoing me, so fucking exquisite -- I knew I wouldn't last long. And I didn't. I came when he touched behind my balls, just exploded deep in his throat. I watched him stay with me as my hips jerked up a few times, swallowing my come, his eyes closed, concentrating maybe. So good. Beautiful.
Bell lifted his head and gave me a smug smile. "Good, baby?"
I nodded bonelessly. "Fuck me?"
"I thought you'd never ask." He crawled up and leaned over me, searching for the KY. "We're getting a pump bottle of this stuff, and keeping it on the night table," he said between kisses. "How did it end up on the floor?" He leaned over more, almost squishing me. But his left nipple was right in front of my face, so I nibbled at it, making him gasp. He wriggled back with the KY in hand, humping me as he worked his way back down my body to sit on his heels between my legs. He was hard and leaking, and I knew he wanted me. I could see it in his eyes, in the intensity of his expression, in the tension in his body -- I love being wanted like that. Oh, Rye and Matt and even Nink used to want me from time to time, but not the way Bell does. Bell needs me.
I didn't have much time to think; it's hard to think when slick fingers are probing your ass with wicked intent. At least not the way Bell was doing it. He wasn't just preparing me, he was stroking and pleasuring, making himself wait and me quiver. Two long, slow fingers sliding in, curling, sliding out. Oh God! I was hard again by the time he pushed his cock into me, leaning his hands on the backs of my thighs. His grin was grateful and arrogant at the same time as he started the slow, rolling thrusts that drove me batshit.
"You like me in you, don't you?" He always wants me to tell him. I used to think he was just a damned cocky bastard, but I've begun to wonder if maybe there's another reason he wants me to tell him.
"You'd know it if I didn't," I replied, pulling him into me. "Feels so good." That seemed to be enough, whatever he wanted to hear. He leaned down and kissed me, and his thrusts started smacking against my butt and balls, grinding deep.
"So warm and tight!" Bell's teeth were clenched, nostrils flared.
If I answered at all, it wasn't anything intelligible. He was hitting my sweet spot with each thrust, and I couldn't even squeeze against him. I was just open and screaming, my hand on my own cock, but not really moving. Bell was moving for both of us, and whispering to me to let go. I did, spurting between us and crying out again and again. That sent Bell over the edge, as it often does, and I swear I could feel the heat shooting inside me.
Bell collapsed to the side, panting, but I could still hear the screaming. It wasn't me any more. It was the damned bird, who was supposed to be asleep.
"I thought I'd taken care of him," I said, annoyed.
Bell was up out of bed in an instant. "What did you do to Ajax?" he demanded, temper sparking.
"Nothing really bad!" How could he think I'd actually hurt his damned bird? Of course, hearing Bell's voice, Ajax immediately quieted down. "I just put some music on for him, to keep him sleeping for a while."
Bell frowned, poised in the doorway. "What kind of music?"
I bit my lip. "Bruckner Symphony No. 5 and -- and No.1" No offense to any Bruckner lovers out there, but Bruckner has to be the most soporific music I know. Able to induce narcolepsy in the most energetic of children. The trick is to get them to listen to it in the first place. "I could fall asleep playing Bruckner."
Bell apparently shared my opinion. He fell back on the bed, laughing. "You're making my poor Ajax listen to Bruckner symphonies? God, you're sick, Vance! Ajax is going to be traumatized, listening to that over and over again."
I grinned evilly and sat on Bell's stomach. "Serves him right -- waking us up at the crack of dawn all the time."
"There's only one crack I'm interested in." Bell thrust his hips up against me.
My mouth must have fallen open in shock. I just didn't expect Bell to make sexual jokes; I seriously thought it was against his religion, him being Catholic and all. Then he was laughing at the expression on my face and I felt a need to explain my reaction. "I don't believe you said that, Bell!"
"Why not?" His grin was downright villainous. "Because I don't usually crack jokes doesn't mean I can't joke about cracks."
That was it. I'd underestimated him. For some reason, it didn't upset me.