Love, Centre Ring

Part 8


As the audience cleared the Big Top, ushers ensuring everyone left through the appropriate access ways, the circus began closing down. A few designated performers stood by the two main exits waving people farewell as the work of stowing equipment and gear began. When the majority of work was completed, the performers would retire for the night whilst the ground crews ensured all was in readiness for the early morning start when the Big Top would finally be furled.

As performers hurriedly removed make-up and costumes, changing into working clothes to join the rest of the working crews, Troy slipped away unchanged. He felt a pang of guilt at doing so but he desperately wanted to see Aaron. He would apologize when he returned for being late. He slipped outside, looking around and thought he’d lost his chance and Aaron had already left to start his own tasks when he saw him to one side in the shadows. He ran over, heart pounding already, all the sensations he had pushed down during the finale performance boiling to the surface. He reached out and grabbed Aaron’s elbow, barely slowing, and dragged Aaron after him.

“Hey…” Aaron said in surprise before Troy spun him around in the darkened corner behind one of the many equipment trailers and pulled him into a bruising kiss, halting any further protest Aaron could make.

Their kiss was deep and passionate, tongues curling against each other, moist lips sliding together, hot breath mixing with hot breath. Troy held Aaron close, one hand behind his neck, the other arm encircling his waist pulling him in tightly. Aaron had one hand clenched in the front of Troy’s open vest, the other clutching his upper arm, fingers squeezing almost painfully.

They finally broke for air, panting, looking at each other. A sharp rattle nearby shook them out of their daze, bringing them back to the current reality. Troy looked around, wondering if they had been discovered but not seeing anyone. He looked back at Aaron, hand sliding down to grip his hand and holding it fast. Aaron’s clasp was no less firm. Troy knew they couldn’t remain there. They both had obligations, duties to attend to, but all he could think about was how much he wanted to remain with Aaron. This burning need that filled him was frightening in its fierceness.

“Where can we go?” he asked hoarsely, leaving the decision entirely up to Aaron as to whether this could continue now, although he prayed Aaron wouldn’t now choose to call a halt to things.

Aaron hesitated a moment when another loud clatter and shouting voices nearby made him make his decision.

“This way,” he said moving away and tugging on Troy’s hand.

Aaron took the lead, weaving through the darkness of the night. Silhouettes of bustling people and moving vehicles were everywhere; sometimes suddenly appearing from the shadows, making them both start and duck behind cover. Yet each near-miss heightened their excitement, hearts pounding in fear of discovery, each knowing they were doing something almost forbidden in shirking their responsibilities but still unwilling to return. Troy could feel Aaron’s palm sweaty in his own but still neither of them released their hold

Aaron’s hand slid from his as they neared a still erected tent, with less activity than in other areas of the circus compound. They slipped past the flap, the whoosh of displaced air pushing against Troy’s back as the heavy canvas fell into place, only one corner still tied back and letting a dim stream of light enter. He remained focused on Aaron, although the smells filling the air told him they were in the animal enclosure, the only tent that would remain standing until morning to come down when the Big Top did.

“This way,” Aaron instructed, moving away into the shadows.

Troy attempted to follow but he quickly lost sight of Aaron’s silhouette in the deeper shadows.

“Where are you?” he called softly, then let out a muffled curse as his foot kicked painfully against an unseen object. He knelt down to rub at the smarting appendage cursing the thin performing slippers he wore.

“Here.”

He felt a soft touch to his hair as Aaron spoke and reached up to grasp Aaron’s wrist, maintaining his hold as he stood. “I can’t see a damn thing,” he grumbled.

“If I put a light on, someone may come,” Aaron said.

“That’s true,” Troy’s night vision began to improve a little more. Now he could discern Aaron’s features before him. He felt his heartbeat increase again as he ran his hand up Aaron’s arm, keeping it curled around the limb, maintaining contact the whole time, until it reached Aaron’s neck.

“Do you still want...to do this?” Troy asked, swallowing against a suddenly dry throat.

Aaron’s hand touched his chest. “Yes,” he replied softly.

Troy gripped Aaron’s neck, his feverish feeling increasing as he pulled Aaron into a kiss again, lips seeking his. It was a frenzied kiss, each determined to take the upper hand. Troy jerked back a little as teeth clicked then pushed forward. Aaron’s hand threaded through his hair, gripping his ear painfully. They repositioned, taking a gulp of air and then lips fixed back on each other.

He heard Aaron’s soft ‘Ow,’ as their noses collided but then his tongue was lunging forward to plunder Troy’s mouth. Troy ran his hands down Aaron’s neck, gripping his shoulder and hip, pulling him closer. He could hear his own breathing - rapid, gasping, his body completely on fire as though internally combusting.

Aaron tugged downwards suddenly, stripping Troy’s vest from his shoulders, tangling it around his elbows and forcing him to release his grip on Aaron. As Troy freed one arm, he brought that hand forward to grasp the wide cummerbund around Aaron’s waist, even as Aaron tugged Troy’s vest again so it slid completely from his other arm. Troy’s searching fingers finally found the tucked in end and he pulled it free, using both hands now to unwind it from Aaron’s middle. As he did so, he felt Aaron doing the same for him although his was more firmly fixed due to the nature of his performance and the risk of loose material coming away during the act.

They drew closer in their clinch, bare chests rubbing nipples against each. Aaron’s hand slid between their bodies, moving over Troy’s chest, fingers rubbing over hardening nipples making him twitch at the contact.

Troy pressed forward, forcing Aaron back against packed crates behind. The stack swayed dangerously for a moment then stabilized. Troy slid one leg between Aaron’s, pelvises pressed together. He heard Aaron’s deep moan, the hardness of Aaron’s erection through the thin material of his trousers lying alongside his own. A flood of desire made him deepen the kiss, tongue delving further into Aaron’s mouth, nipping at his bottom lip, as he dropped one hand downwards to cup Aaron’s erection.

Troy began to fondle him, a small thought entered his mind, wondering why he didn’t feel strange about touching another guy in this way. He had never done this before, the only touch he had known till now had been that of a female: soft, rounded, smooth flesh. However this was no more than a passing notion. The pleasure he was feeling was enough to banish any doubts. Aaron quivered at his touch, hips thrusting upwards, another moan falling from his lips. Troy continued to rub the rigid shaft under his palm when Aaron broke the kiss abruptly as he shuddered, fingers digging into Troy’s arms. Troy looked at Aaron’s face, eyes squeezed shut, moist lips parted slightly, brow furrowing at each soft moan. The picture made his own stiff erection throb.

“Me, too,” Troy rasped out, still stroking Aaron, leaning in close so his lips brushed Aaron’s bared throat. “Will you?”

Aaron didn’t hesitate this time, one hand drifting down, seeking and finding the bulge in Troy’s pants. Troy gasped at the first touch, now realizing just why Aaron had responded so ardently. It was a mind-blowing sensation, so different from just masturbating by oneself. He let himself wallow in those sensations for a time and as the feelings increased he felt himself shudder, the vibrations running up through his entire body. He pulled back abruptly, almost collapsing to his knees, grasping Aaron’s shoulders and holding him at arms length, head hanging down as he breathed deeply.

“What…” Aaron began obviously confused by Troy’s actions.

“It’s… too good,” Troy tried to say hurriedly, to assure Aaron it was not due to anything being wrong. He took another deep breath then wrapped his arms around Aaron, holding him tightly as he rested his head on Aaron’s shoulder. “I nearly came,” he admitted.

“Really?”

Aaron’s hand cupped him again and he groaned. “No…” he tried to say. Aaron’s response was to stroke him harder. “Oh shit,” he muttered, hand automatically returning to fondle Aaron again.

“Let’s come together,” Aaron whispered as his pace increased.

As their cummerbunds were fully released, Troy toed off his slippers, kicking them out of the way. Aaron was already barefoot and without its supporting waist sash his silken loose trousers slid easily from his waist and down his long legs. Troy’s hand could attest to Aaron’s complete nakedness as fingers wrapped around his hardened shaft and wiry hair brushed Troy’s knuckles.

Aaron tugged at Troy’s trousers which didn’t drop as easily, pulling them over hips until they pooled at his feet. As Troy stepped out of them, he jumped as Aaron began to stroke him again. He pulled Aaron in closer, feeling Aaron’s arm tighten around him as their moving hands brushed against each other. With unspoken accord they released their cocks, bringing them together and now their conjoined grip began to send them to a higher ecstasy.

Troy let his forehead drop to Aaron’s shoulder, turning his head so lips could brush against Aaron’s stretched throat. He could hear Aaron’s panting breath, soft grunts falling from his lips. He felt his hips begin to thrust into their grip, his legs begin to quiver.

“So…close,” he murmured, panting, his hand increasing its speed.

“Same,” was Aaron’s soft response. “Argh!”

Troy felt Aaron’s whole body jerk against his, a pulsing ripple in the cock in his grip and the first splash of heat that accompanied Aaron’s high-pitched cry. That was more than enough to push him over the edge he’d been balanced on so precariously.

He grunted as he climaxed, hips thrusting forward, a long drawn-out moan dragged from the depths of his gut as his semen spilled from his body, not only coating his hand but liberally smearing between their entwined bodies and mixing with Aaron’s.

Troy felt his knees giving way, turning to jelly. He tightened muscles so he wouldn’t fall, although he couldn’t help but sag against Aaron for support. Aaron’s breath whistled past his ear and he felt warm lips lightly brush over it. Lifting his head, he looked Aaron in the eye.

“You okay?” he asked in a slightly hoarse voice

“Yeah,” Aaron replied.

Troy dropped his head to Aaron’s shoulder again, “That was...intense,” he mumbled.

“Yeah,” Aaron agreed.

Troy’s senses were filled with Aaron; the smell of sweat, the distinctive aroma of sex. He brushed his lips against the side of Aaron’s neck, feeling the pulse point pounding against the tip of his tongue. Trailing his tongue along the underside of Aaron’s jaw, he then moved upwards to his ear, nipping at the lobe before returning the way he came, forcing Aaron’s head back further as he moved directly under Aaron’s chin. Aaron’s hand slid over his bare back, sliding smoothly over slick skin.

Tory still felt heated, sweat coating his skin, not even cooling in the night air. He moved one hand upwards from Aaron’s hip to his chest, seeking and finding the nipple almost immediately. He gently began to rub it, feeling it harden beneath his touch. He shivered as Aaron’s hand slid slowly down his spine, fingers bumping over each vertebrae, lower until it slid over his hip bone to cup his buttock. He couldn’t help tensing at the unfamiliar touch but soon relaxed as he dropped his head lower to fasten his lips around the nipple he had been coaxing.

Aaron arched upwards as he tongued the nipple, fingers clenching over Troy’s buttock. He felt his flaccid cock begin to harden, responding to the way Aaron was kneading his flesh in time to his laving of the nipple. He could feel his pulse begin to race again, desire flaring anew.

He dropped to his knees, sorry to escape Aaron’s grasp but let his lips find the tip of Aaron’s erection, still sticky from his recent release. He placed a light kiss on the slit, tasting the slightly salty and bitter tang. Opening his mouth, he slid the head within. Aaron’s groan was highly erotic, firing his passion further. He began to use his tongue, seeking out the sensitive underside and pleased to feel and hear Aaron respond immediately to his attentions. He could feel Aaron’s hands threaded in his hair, flexing in time to his ministrations.

“Uh, Troy,” Aaron said breathlessly.

Troy felt him tugging at his head weakly but instead began to move his lips up and down Aaron’s shaft. It felt a little strange and he was unsure about how far he could take it in but his curiosity was piqued and the moans of pleasure Aaron was making pushed him to want to draw those sounds out more.

Aaron let out another deep moan and tugged harder. “Troy!” he gasped. “I’m gonna come!”

This time Troy released him, lifting his head to look upwards, hearing Aaron’s rapid panting breaths. He could feel trembling in Aaron’s legs under his hand resting on a firm thigh, the quivering of the fully erect cock still before his lips. He stood and grabbed Aaron tightly, pulling him into a hard kiss, plunging his tongue immediately into his mouth, coaxing Aaron to do the same. He knew Aaron would be able to taste himself in Troy’s mouth and the thought of sharing something so erotic excited him further.

They broke apart and Aaron stepped to one side drawing Troy after him. They only walked a couple of steps when Troy could see Aaron kneeling down, tugging on his hand to make him do the same. Beneath them was soft cloth, slightly padded to protect them from the loose hay underneath. Troy gathered this must be Aaron’s bed, a nest built here in the tent. Aaron’s arms wrapped around him again, drawing him closer into his embrace. As they kissed, Aaron pressed Troy backwards, naked body lying on top, legs tangling together. Troy held him tightly, happy to respond.

“Again?” he queried softly, a smile on his lips.

Aaron dropped a light kiss to his lips even as he ground his hip against Troy’s full erection. “I think you’re up to it.”

Troy bucked up lightly, making Aaron gasp as he pressed against Aaron’s own stiff erection.

“So are you,” he said.

“So I guess we have to do something about it then,” Aaron whispered, running his lips over Troy’s ear. “For both our sakes.”

“I’m only too happy to oblige,” Troy replied, drawing Aaron back into his embrace.

As they lost themselves in each other, Troy thanked whatever gods there were for bringing them to this moment.

-oOo-

A soft whoosh of displaced air stirred the ground, rustling the straw and sending eddies across the light sheet tangled across their naked bodies, still clammy with sweat.

“Eh?” Troy half growled sleepily, eyes wishing to close in sleep.

He raised his head to peer into the darkness. Although his trailer would have been far more comfortable bed-wise, it hardly provided the privacy required for this – not when sharing with his brothers. It was difficult enough to jerk off in peace with the constant comings and goings, let alone participate in the type of sex he and Aaron had just indulged in. With their athleticism, they would have bound to have done themselves an injury in the close confines of his home. Troy was beginning to appreciate Aaron’s more free approach to living conditions, however he might insist in at least getting a larger and more comfortable bed, even if he found the weight of Aaron’s head pressing on his bare shoulder a pleasant numbness at this point.

He peered into the darkness, night vision making out the billowing sides of the tent as a cooling gust of air circulated through finally heralding there would be some relief from the relentless heat. A sound, a shifting of what could only be a large bulk, could be heard and one shadow moved, heaving upwards before dropping again. Troy felt his heart beat increase quickly, uncertainty making him apprehensive.

“Hmm,” Aaron murmured sleepily at his side. “What is it?”

Troy glanced down, dim lighting enabling him to see enough as Aaron reached up to rub at his eyes, brushing long hair away from his face.

“I don’t think we’re alone,” Troy said, eyes returning to where he’d seen the movement.

“Hmm?” Aaron too propped himself up onto his elbow and looked in the same direction. “Oh,” was all he said, followed by a yawn. He rolled onto his stomach, head resting on one bent arm, his other draping across Troy’s waist. “It’s just Jubal.”

“Jubal, huh?” Troy muttered.

Now he could better make out the shape of the slumbering monolith. He wasn’t certain how comfortable he felt with having the elephant so close, not after having been witness on more than one occasion to his possessiveness of Aaron, having borne the brunt of such behavior also. Until now, he hadn’t even realized the beast had been there, but he had been somewhat otherwise occupied.

“It’s okay,” Aaron’s quiet voice made him look down at his bed partner. Aaron’s arm tightened slightly. “But you can go if you’d rather.”

Suddenly the pressure around Troy’s middle was gone as well as the warmth. He reached out and unerringly grabbed the escaping limb, grasping it tightly. He was not going to let Aaron run away from him any longer - not now. He ran his hand down his arm until he reached the hand, twining his fingers in Aaron’s. He lifted the captured hand to his lips, pressing a kiss on the back. He felt Aaron’s grip tighten in his. Lying back down, he pulled Aaron’s arm back across his chest, still not releasing it. He circled his other arm around the top of where Aaron’s head lay, feeling his partner’s silky hair brushing lightly against the underside of his arm, almost tickling.

He curled his arm in closer. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said firmly, closing his eyes and tightening his grip on Aaron’s hand. “Not for anyone – man nor beast.”

He felt Aaron shift closer to his side, bare foot touching his. “I’m glad,” he replied, though the soft kiss pressed against his shoulder said much more. He felt Aaron fully relax again and it wasn’t long before he heard soft steady breathing that signified Aaron had finally fallen asleep.

Troy then felt another touch by his outer leg, rougher in texture than human skin with coarse hairs that bristled. He tensed as the touch traveled up his side, snuffling sounds whistling softly in the night, wondering if he should now fear for his life. Jubal was fiercely protective of Aaron, keeping everything the beast perceived as a threat away from his friend which had included Troy.

Now Troy had taken things a whole lot further than ever before – laying hands on Jubal’s beloved Aaron in a manner that was like no other. Most of what they had done tonight had not exactly been ‘gentle’ either. Fierce, passionate, demanding, all of that and more. The time for ‘gentleness’ was after. This night, Troy had well and truly laid claim to Aaron, marking Aaron as his. That immediately would put him in a position of rival and threat in Jubal’s eyes.

The touch had now reached his chest, warm air from the trunk ghosting over his skin and although it was warm, it made him break out in chills. If Jubal intended harm, he could crush them both. The beast’s rage could easily extend to Aaron, taking his intimacy with Troy as a sign of betrayal. By his actions tonight, Troy may have doomed them both.

Every muscle strained taut, his mind racing in how best to escape this dangerous predicament. On his own, he was agile enough to have a good chance of evading the more cumbersome and bulky beast. However, burdened with Aaron’s sleeping form made all his possible actions impossible.

The touch left his chest and he tensed to roll swiftly from harm’s way before that seemingly soft and non-threatening trunk slammed down on him with crushing force, like swatting a fly. However, before he could make his move, he felt the touch return and he lay there in stunned amazement as he felt the trunk curl around the top of the sheet bunched around their hips, lifting it so it billowed up like a curtain that gently settled over them, laying to rest at their shoulders.

The touch now left his presence and Troy’s eyes tracked Jubal’s movement as the trunk reached over and gently, even lightly for something so large, brushed hair away from Aaron’s slumbering face. Aaron murmured in his sleep but didn’t wake. He was no doubt fully accustomed to being around Jubal and didn’t fear much from his familiar presence.

Troy released the air he’d been holding in his lungs, forcing tensed muscles to relax, trying to convince himself there was no longer any danger. Jubal gently brushed Aaron’s hair again as Troy looked on, feeling a little jealous and feeling foolish for it, too.

He softly sighed as Jubal’s trunk lifted away before reaching over to stroke Aaron’s hair much in the same way Jubal had. He would have to get used to the fact he would always have to share Aaron with Jubal. There was no way he could come between that bond. Ah well, even if I have to share, it is still worth it, he thought, gazing down at his lover. Just having Aaron by his side, finally having won his trust was worth anything.

He turned slightly so he could rest his cheek against Aaron’s head, feeling slumbering breath brush against his skin. Yes, it was worth it. He was just falling asleep when he felt a light touch on his head. He didn’t open his eyes as it continued, surprise freezing him in place. He lay there and accepted the gentle stroking from Jubal across his hair before it left him and all was then quiet.

Huh, Troy thought sleepily. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad sharing after all.

~End~