Motorbike

“I think,” Alex panted, “this is cheating.”



Considering the harness rigged around his lower region to keep his body in check until midnight, he had a fair point, in his own opinion. Not that it kept Ace’s body from. feeling delicious moving against him, but…foreplay didn’t involve trying to keep from releasing, did it?



It most certainly does not.



Ace’s tongue flicked along the inside of his thighs. “I think you’re mistaken.”



Alex gripped the sheets with his hands. His legs were spread wide, leaving him open to attack and torment from the brunet’s mouth. Ace didn’t hesitate to take advantage of that. He tipped his head back, panting as the other moved in closer to his crotch.



“There’s still an hour until midnight,” Ace teased, running a hand down Alex’s length.



He bucked into the hand, trying to get his hips up higher, trying to increase friction with a desperate need. “Goddammit, screw the hour, and freaking screw me now,” he pleaded. Fourteen hours of on-again, off-again torment had been enough. He was done with it. “Fucking fuck me already!”



The dancer sat back, regarding him through dark eyes. Alex had seen that look at least a hundred times in the past hours. Contemplative, as if Ace was truly considering throwing away the rest of the time and doing way they both dearly wanted. Then Ace rolled his body back over Alex’s, a smirk coloring his already demonic face.



“Not yet.”



Not yet. The two freaking, little words that had kept Alex on the brink of release so long. Ace had finally had to dig out a cock restraint. And after a while, that had become painful to wear, so there had been one of the breaks…and then they’d come back, and still “Not yet” had rested firmly on Ace’s lips. Back into the restraint, and still those two little words – ’Not yet.’ I’m gonna kill him after this. It had better be one freaking incredible fuck, or I’ll be pissed as hell.



XXXXX



“It’s two minutes! Fucking forget about it, Ace.” Alex had discarded the restraint a few minutes ago and the two of them were sitting buck naked, staring at the clock as it ticked away on the seconds down to midnight.

Ace had flatly refused every offer of skipping time he’d made thus far, but it was worth continuing to make them, just to watch the temptation skitter across the brunet’s face.



He’s the hottest thing on the face of the planet right now. Screw drinking to get a better outlook on life – sexual deprivation in an aroused state does the same thing, without the hangover. At least, I hope I don’t get a hangover from all this. My dick already hurts from enforced inactivity.



“One minute, Ace… Come on. Please?”



Another firm shake of the head. It seemed the dancer didn’t trust his tongue not to say no.



“Thirty seconds.”



Still no.



“Okay, you’re fucking kidding me if you’re not going to do anything with only fifteen left.”



Again, head shake.



“Ten.”



“Nine.”



So Ace was counting down with him?



“Eight.”



“S-seven.” The dancer’s voice was shaking.



“S-six.” Damn. So was his.



“Five.”



“Four.”



“Three.”



“Two.”



“One.”



“Fuck me. Now.”



Alex had made sure he was lubed up and ready to go, figuring that waiting another nanosecond after midnight would kill him. He laid back, raised his hips and felt Ace’s hands on his shoulders as the dancer leaned over him again, a possessive light in his eyes.



Finally!



“So you two still haven’t gotten through with each other?”



What the fuck is wrong with these people? Alex screamed mentally, tipping his head up to see Corbette leaning on the doorframe. And - Oh, shit, how many people are watching this right now? There had to be at least six or seven guys cut out of biker mold, all staring at their two tangled bodies on the floor.



“Corbette – get the gawkers out,” Ace ordered, a tad breathless. “I’ve waited thirty-nine hours to have his body legally, and I’m not having anyone watch.”



The biker seemed amused, and waved a hand indicating the others should disperse. Alex caught a few whispered comments of disappointment, but was perfectly happy that he wasn’t going to serve as live porn. What he wasn’t so pleased about was how long it was taking Ace to actually begin fucking him. He tilted his body further up so his entrance was brushing against the head of the brunet’s cock.



The contact seemed to recall Ace to the task at hand, and he slipped inside. Alex’s head went back at once and he growled. Being taken after such a long time – either Ace had been right and it made it feel so much freaking better or Ace was a liar and just happened to have the best fucking ability in the world.



Hands gripped Alex’s hips, holding him in place for every earth-shattering rocking movement. Ace tilted his hips up further and pulled a leg over his shoulder, providing an awkward and revealing position for Alex…and much better access for the dancer.



Alex had lost coherency almost the moment they’d joined. Every so often his eyes fluttered open long enough to realize Corbette hadn’t left the room. He might have noticed if he’d been in any shape to, that the biker had turned his back to the two of them. But really, he wasn’t in any shape to do anything besides growl, clutch at Ace’s shoulders and claw the hell out of his partner’s back. Maybe bite a shoulder.



And, of course, come right into Ace’s hand when it started to aggressively pump his cock in time with the rhythm of thrusting. He soared on that high for a little while as Ace enthusiastically continued pounding into him.



Hot semen cooled quickly across his chest. It felt funny – sticky and…well, sticky was probably the best description.



Ace released into him a moment later, a choked cry of ecstasy flowing from the dancer’s lips. The rush made his own body jerk a bit in response.



The brunet collapsed on top of him. Alex felt exhausted from the sexual marathon he’d just endured. Extended stimulation…maybe it was possible to get a hangover from it.



XXXXX



“I’m surprised they’re letting you go.” Ace was standing next to him, waiting on the corner where Ni had dropped him about three days ago.



Alex was quite comfortable with the dancer’s arm draped around him. “Mm,” he agreed. “From how Corbette was going on, I half thought Ni’d be coming back to an empty street corner.” He looked up. “Should I come banging on your door the next time I’m around?”



The white confectionary sugar limo came around the corner then.



Ace looked mildly surprised, Alex noted. “Well, that’s my ride.”



“Who exactly are you, kid?” Ace inquired, sounding too awed for Alex’s taste.



He pulled the dancer down for a quick kiss and then backed away, smirking. “Not even a god could answer that question.”



Ni appeared from around the other side of the vehicle, looking stormy and severe as always. Alex gave her a grin. She merely nodded back, her dark eyes catching Ace’s in a protective glare. Alex caught her eye and gave a slight headshake. Her glare mellowed out a bit then, and she motioned toward the limo.



“I’ll look you up next time I’m in town,” Alex promised Ace with a wink before climbing in. The man seemed too dumbstruck to do much more than stare.



Ni got in on the driver’s side and pulled away. Only after they’d turned the corner did she start to grin again. “Was that the guy you were with?” she asked, sounding eager for all the nitty-gritty details.



Alex groaned. “Yeah, once.”



“Why only once?” she inquired, rounding another corner.



“Because he’s a freaking law-abiding citizen.”



Ni raised an eyebrow. “I fail to see anything law-abiding about him. He slept with you, didn’t he?”



Soft laughter bubbled up from Alex. “Yeah, he did.”



“Then why ‘law-abiding’?”



“I told him I was turning eighteen in two days when I met him the first night. He made me wait until midnight this morning to fuck with me.”



His sister looked impressed. “He’s got control, then.”



“You’re telling me. It was torture.”



She laughed. “Did you tell him afterwards you’re only sixteen?”



“Seventeen, now, sis,” he corrected. “Today is my birthday.”



Ni waved a hand dismissively. “Details. The point is, you’re still underage – did you tell him?”



Alex shook his head vigorously. “I don’t think he’d make me go through a full year of arousal to prove a point, but then, I didn’t think he’d make me go through fifteen hours, either. I’m pretending I’m eighteen until it doesn’t matter anymore.”



“How exactly does that work?” Ni asked.



“What? Time? Well, it ticks on a clock and – ”



“No, staying aroused that long. Doesn’t it get painful?” She looked a bit aghast at the idea.



Alex snorted. “Yeah. Though I will admit we took a few breaks so we wouldn’t kill ourselves.”



“But still – ”



“The end result was worth it.”



Ni nodded. He took the time to turn the tables. “So what about this friend of yours? How’d that meeting go?”



“Oh, she’s doing really well,” Ni answered.



They went on in the same vein for a while, pestering each other back and forth for details about one another’s weekends. It wasn’t until they got back into the clearer country-like air that Alex casually mentioned that one of the guys he’d met had known Ian.



Ni didn’t seem all that surprised. “Ian’s met a lot of people,” she said dismissively.



“He works for a law firm,” Alex countered. “Not that many bikers show up at law firms to hang out with old buddies.”



Now she seemed uneasy. “How do you know they were old buddies and not, say, client and clerk?”



How much to tell her? This was a new situation for Alex. He was used to being very open with his sister, and telling her anything she asked, although in general she didn’t return the favor when it came to her “friends.” It didn’t bother him, though – usually the things she kept to herself were things he’d rather not know about anyway.



But now… I know she’d believe me, but that’s part of the trouble. Corbette said he wanted to catch Ian’s attention. I still don’t see how that works with me in the picture.



“I don’t know for certain, Ni,” Alex admitted, “but Corbette seemed pretty familiar with Ian. He said something about them being in a biker group together or something.”



Ni paled. The limo came to a halt on the side of the road. She turned to look him square in the face. “Who?”



She knows something. “Corbette.”



“What’s he look like?” Her voice was sharp, almost frightened, except Ni never got scared.



“He never took his helmet off,” Alex replied.



Ni nodded and pulled the limo back out onto the rod.



Well that was odd, Alex decided. Just a lot. For some reason, that answer seemed to have made her feel better about the situation, though Alex would be damned if he knew why that was. Ni’s reactions didn’t always make sense.



Thankfully, for his peace of mind if nothing else, they were back at the house before she said anything more on the subject, and only then to wish him well with Ace. He nodded, grabbed his bag and walked up the driveway around to the back door.



It was open, as always. He walked in, not even bothering to declare his return. Dad was pretty lax about keeping tabs on people. As long as he knew the general area, Alex knew things would fly. And he was back home.



It felt weird sleeping in ‘his’ bed again. Not that it really wasn’t his, but…it just felt weird. Moving and then going out so soon afterwards had screwed him up a little, he decided. It was mid-afternoon, but after the excitement of the weekend, Alex decided he could use some sleep and after stripping down to skin, he tucked himself in and dozed off.