Never Again

He moved to pull Quin into his arms, wanting nothing more than to soothe the wounds he had so ruthlessly inflicted. But, Quin ducked out of his reach, shaking his head in silent refusal as he backed away. The rejection Erin had feared, or so he believed at first. Until he saw the uncertainty flickering in Quin’s eyes, realization dawning slowly, understanding washing over him. Quin wasn’t refusing him; he just knew that if Erin touched him the battle was lost, that his resistance would be crushed. The very edge Erin had been so desperately seeking, the advantage he needed to be able to correct the mistakes he’d made, to make things right.

“I can’t do this again,” Quin breathed raggedly, forced to back up further when Erin began to descend upon him.

“You can. You will, because you still love me just as much as I love you. You know we belong together, side by side,” Erin countered, skillfully maneuvering Quin up against the bed. “You know you belong in my arms.”

“I’m not the one who forgot that,” Quin pointed out, his hands pressed against Erin’s chest to halt his advance. That failing, he took another step back, collapsing onto the bed when his knees buckled against the heavy oak frame. “Don’t do this, Erin...please...”

Smiling warmly, Erin leaned close, firmly planting a hand on either side of Quin’s head. “Do what?” he murmured hoarsely, brushing his lips over Quin’s. “This?”

Quin’s whispered protest fell on deaf ears, Erin drawn back to his lips like a starving man to a king’s feast, fiery desire surging through his veins. Growling deep in his throat, he claimed Quin’s sensual mouth with deep born need, skillfully slipping past the silken barrier his young lover presented. Delving deep, he left no corner untouched; aware Quin’s defenses were crumbling under the erotic assault. And, with that, with Quin’s cautious response the last wall fell to ash in his mind, Erin overcome by memories of the past. Hours spent in each other’s arms, passion flowing like heavy rivers, Erin demanding, Quin granting his every desire. The most cherished secret he held of the young man, Quin so very dominate in every day life, but in bed...in Erin’s arms...he was a submissive pup. Erin wanted, Quin gave, Erin commanded, Quin obeyed, each knowing their place, both moving as one in a passionate dance that filled their souls’ every desire. A past he’d not let go of, Erin refusing to allow his selfish mistake to destroy what they had, determined to reclaim the rare gift they once shared.

It was Quin who broke the kiss, his stormy gaze flickering to Erin, fear shifting through the shadowy depths. “Promise me, Erin. Swear I won’t wake up to an empty bed.”

“Never again,” Erin vowed, the steel bands clutching his heart in a relentless grip falling away, freeing him from the suffocating weight he’d suffered for two years. “Never again...”

Quin slid his lithe fingers through Erin’s golden blond locks, pulling him down until their lips came together in a gentle caress. A silent pledge sealed by love eternal. However, desire newly awakened would not be denied, Erin aware his assurances had released Quin from his own doubts. The younger man surrendered to his lustful needs, Quin wrapping his legs around Erin’s trim waist, flipping him onto his back. He uttered no protest, watching in keen interest as Quin took the reins. No easy feat, not when every nerve in his body screamed at him to bury himself deep within Quin. The lustful, molten silver gaze locked on him didn’t help, either, but somehow he managed to lay still, Quin deftly plucking at his shirt’s buttons. The maddening pace his lover set was driving him insane, though, Erin wanting free of all clothing. He wanted nothing between their bodies, desperate to feel Quin’s heated flesh pressed to his. But every time he moved to rid himself of the irksome clothes Quin brushed his hands away, intent on playing this out to the very end. A taunting game he began to fear would be his undoing, Erin reminded of just why he was always in control, Quin far more patient than he.

A moment later his suspicions were confirmed, Quin’s calloused hands scraping over his sensitive flesh, a pleading moan whispering past Erin’s parted lips, “Quin...”

The sensual caresses shattered his senses, his world narrowing down to the man straddling him, Erin never wanting the moment to end...and needing so much more. Apparently aware of the conflict raging within his lover, Quin made the decision for him, leaning close, his tongue flicking across Erin’s nipple. Fleeting touches that rendered him utterly helpless, a blissful surrender Erin would never regret, Quin’s gentle affections carrying him to the very gates of Heaven above. An onslaught he was intent on continuing, pushing Erin over the edge with taunting nips, Quin soothing each stinging bite with teasing kisses. He drifted lower, each erotic pass over Erin’s body threatening his control, his lover’s heated breath washing over him in silken waves of pure ecstasy. He couldn’t hold out much longer, his will was crumbling even as his body arched up to meet every touch Quin bestowed upon him. Trembling from the effort to lie still, his fingers curling around the quilt beneath him, Erin struggled to remain under his lover’s control.

A battle that screeched to an abrupt halt, Erin suddenly and excruciatingly aware of Quin hovering above his hips, mesmerized by the devious glimmer in his lover’s molten gaze. Slowly, deliberately, Quin captured the edge of Erin’s jeans between his pearly white teeth, releasing the snap with a forceful tug. Swallowing hard, Erin watched in tense anticipation, sweet agony gripping him, the very thought of what was to come damn near sending him careening over the edge. A knowing smile flitted across Quin’s youthful features as he slid off the bed, skillfully ridding Erin of the last vestiges of clothing. For Erin an eternity passed in those few precious moments, his body crying out at the loss of his lover, exploding with hunger that would not be denied.

He returned to Erin within seconds, Quin climbing up over him until their gazes locked, Erin reaching up to pull Quin down to him. Passions raged as their lips met, Erin slipping past the silken barrier to snake his tongue around his lover’s, pulling on the delectable tidbit, sucking greedily. A heated kiss fueled by unfulfilled desires that battered away at their minds, needful lust replacing the blood in their veins. Moaning softly, Quin shifted, Erin struggling to hold him close, his lover escaping despite his efforts...a new torment beginning. The bittersweet torture of Quin’s jeans caressing the length of his body, Erin still denied the pleasure of his young lover’s silken skin, his frustrations growing to dangerous levels. Quin knew that, though, his intent all along, Erin seeing the truth reflected in his lover’s liquid silver gaze. He meant to push Erin to the point he could take no more. Quin would taunt and tease until Erin wrenched control from him, becoming the master, his eager servant willfully manipulating him...all too damned well.

The caress came without warning, drawing Erin up short, his gaze locking with Quin’s of liquid silver as his young lover slowly brushed his lips across the tip of his straining shaft. All thought obliterated, his eyes slid closed, his head falling back with a low, guttural moan, the molten heat wafting over his aching length in lingering waves unraveling him at every turn. Leisurely swirling his tongue across the satiny skin, grazing the eye tauntingly, Quin slid his supple lips around Erin’s hard member, bit by excruciating bit easing the aching length to the back of his throat. Dancing his tongue down the thick vein, he continued to tease with fleeting caresses that were driving Erin mad with need. Trailing his way back up, tracing the sensitive underside of his lover’s shaft, Quin drew from Erin a whispered plea that deepened to a low guttural growl. A dark warning that he put an end to his teasing, counsel Quin did not heed, instead pulling back to blow cool air across the damp surface. Tantalizing chills raced up Erin’s spine, his patience at an end, needing only what Quin could give him, needing Quin. He wanted desperately to bury himself deep in Quin’s tight heat, to become whole once more, Erin surging up, intent on reclaiming his lover. Just then Quin dragged his tongue along the length of the vein, caressing and stroking, encircling the eye, toying across the engorged head. Liquid heat pooled low, Erin’s every breath a whispered moan, his blood molten steel pumping though his veins, pulsing, surging, Quin holding him at the very edge of that bittersweet precipice.

Crying out brokenly when the tip of his length was driven against the back of his lover’s throat, Erin was left gasping for breath, Quin’s sinfully talented tongue once again wrapping around his shaft. A sensual torment that Quin continued, sucking longingly, taunting, toying, swallowing rapidly, demanding Erin’s seed, driving him toward a mind-blowing orgasm. He could feel his control shattering under the erotic assault, his hips arching up, Erin thrusting his length past those silken lips with Quin meeting each demanding stroke hungrily. And, with that the last of his resistance burned to ash, his entire being centering down to the point where Quin and he met, suddenly everything reversing, silken waves of ecstasy exploding over him. His seed a volcanic eruption against the back of Quin’s throat, his lover swallowed every drop with soft moans, but he didn’t stop there, no. Meticulously he cleaned every trace of Erin’s essence from his shaft, lavishing him with tender caresses that soon had Erin painfully erect once again, his hunger roaring to new levels.

He couldn’t take anymore, Quin pushing him well past his tolerances, Erin gently forcing his lover to his feet, rising gracefully to stand before him. Slowly Quin met his gaze, something in the elusive depths of Erin’s emerald eyes eliciting a whispered mew from him, his teeth sinking into his lip. A nervous habit of Quin’s that Erin had always felt was sexy, Quin never looking more vulnerable...more submissive than he did at that very moment. A sight that ignited fear within Erin, all too aware Quin had touched no one and allowed no one to touch him in two years. His need, his hunger was so intense, raging wildly out of control, Erin worried he’d hurt his young lover in the wake of his own desires.

“Make me yours,” Quin stated softly, somehow sensing Erin’s unease. Moving up against him, he resting his head on his lover’s shoulder, his arm snaking around Erin’s trim waist. “Reclaim me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Erin breathed raggedly, enveloping Quin in his embrace, holding him close.

“You won’t,” Quin stated softly, pulling free as he backed away. Gently trailing his hand down Erin’s arm, their fingers interlocking, he dragged Erin after him, admitting the truth in a husky whisper, “I need you, Erin. I always have.”