Big Poppa ~ Part II

21.

Siarl smoked his cigar, slowly strolling around the new cabin. He wondered if he would spend much time there. Jean would, together with Pryce, but leaving the club to laze around in a hut at a lake wasn’t something Siarl enjoyed much. Not often, anyway.
Taking his time, he walked along the lake, a bit further away and into the darkness. It was so quiet here. So strange, to hear nothing but the occasional laughter from the cabin, far away, and some animals in the woods. No flickering monitors here, only stars. It was nice.

Siarl looked over the dark water, blowing his smoke into the cold night air, and he didn’t move a muscle when he saw the man standing next to him. “Is it time already?” he asked, quietly so he wouldn’t disturb the precious peace he felt in his head.

“No, half an hour left,” Leonin answered. “Nice here…”

“Good. And yes, it is. It’s a nice break from hard work, from time to time. Were they in awe?”

“Impressed, but worried.” They didn’t look at each other, but talked as if they knew each other for years. “They say you’re a hard nut to crack.”

“The more challenge for you, then. What are your plans?”

“It’s a surprise.” Leo stepped closer, looping a slender arm around Siarl’s waist. He pulled him up, looking down on his face in the moonlight. “Tell me you liked my tongue,” he demanded.

Siarl didn’t even blink. His eyes slid over Leo’s face, and he smiled faintly. “If I tell you I did, will you let me taste it again?”

“Would you like to?” Flicking out his tongue, Leo licked him over his lower lip. “No spectators, this time,” he murmured. “How about it, sexy? I want to feel you growing hard against me at the mere taste of my tongue.”

To his own amazement, Siarl already got worked up. He gasped when the other man abruptly flexed his muscles –he was stronger than he appeared- and since his jaw had dropped in surprise, Leo took advantage of the situation. Siarl dropped his cigar and reached up, wrapping his arms around Leo’s neck to pull him down as the snakelike, wet muscle seized his mouth. He kissed him back. It felt remarkable good to be held in such a hard embrace, to feel the hardening front grinding against his own, and to feel one of the strong hands sliding down.

Leo held him up, kissing with breathtaking passion. He grabbed Siarl’s firm butt, kneading it, creeping towards the crack. His strong fingers pushed hard between the cheeks. He instantly found the entrance through the pants. He moaned pleased as he rubbed against the tight muscle, pushing his tongue even harder into the hot mouth.

Siarl couldn’t stop him even if he wanted to. He seemed mesmerized at the touches and sensations, and his body reacted with the speed of lightning. Legs weak, only being held up by Leo’s arms, Siarl dug his fingers in the short spikes and gave in to the thrill. He was so glad his big friend couldn’t see him like that, so hopelessly surrendered to a mere kiss…

Slowly, Leo broke the kiss. He breathed heavily as he gazed deeply in Siarl’s eyes. “That,” he said, hoarsely, “was fucking delicious.”

Siarl tried to answer, but it seemed as if Leo had eaten his words. He simply nodded. His body told the truth anyway; he was rock hard and probably leaking like a sieve. It took minutes to find his voice again. All the time, they were staring into each other’s eyes, and pressing tightly against each other. “Again,” Siarl breathed, moving his hips to rub his hardon against Leo’s.

“Yeah?” Leo smirked, tightening his grip. “Want it again, sexy? Want to come in your pants?”

It would be possible, Siarl had to admit. He was hot enough… “Just do it again.”

“No…” Leo slowly shook his head, eyes sparkling. “I’ll leave you hanging. I want you to remember how your knees failed on you, and how you submitted to my kiss, sexy… Remember how it turned you on.” He dragged his tongue slowly up along Siarl’s jaw, moaning hotly. “I so want to have you,” he whispered in his ear. “Gonna have you, you sexy, hot beast… Oh, yes.”

With a desperate groan, Siarl leaned his head in his neck. Leo licked and bit his throat, rubbing up against him. He was glad his voice got lost again, as he was certain he would beg the man to take him right there in the moonlight. And he had wanted to be strong…
Leo turned him on. He made him hot. He was amazing, with that great tongue and his surprisingly strong arms.
“Gods, stop!” he cried out desperately, glad he found the strength to protest.

“I will,” Leo breathed. He let go of his hard hold, and stepped back. “I will stop, for now. But know you’re mine, Siarl… I will have you, no matter what I have to do to get you.” Shamelessly, he kneaded his cock through his leather pants for a moment. “We better get inside, and celebrate the New Year with those friends. Let me warn you though; if your naughty friend gets what he wants and we all end up in the tub, your ass is mine and I’ll fuck you right in front of everybody. Understood?”

“Yes.” Trembling, Siarl took a few deep gulps of air. He wouldn’t even mind to humiliate himself, he had to admit. “I’ll be inside in a minute.” He wouldn’t jerk off, but he really had to cool down first.

“See you later,” Leo winked at him. “Don’t be late, or you’ll miss the kisses at midnight…”

Gods, Siarl thought as he followed much slower. Don’t kiss me again. I’ll give myself completely, if you kiss me again like that.
He had the same silly and confusing feeling as he had with Jean, that first weekend together. This time, he hoped it would last. He hoped Leo would keep his word, and would try to get him. Siarl would drop everything for that man and his kisses. He wanted him.
And he hated him for it.