A Bedroom Salsa

Conri wasn’t sure what had drawn him to Bulldog in the first place. The man was everything Conri wasn’t: loyal, monogamous, clean, and most of all nice. He put up with Conri’s shit without complaint though he certainly disapproved. Conri could see it in Bulldog’s eyes when someone at the club began to hit on Conri and the headline dancer shamelessly flirted back. Conri even saw it when he came to visit Bull at the crack of dawn, drunk, half-naked, and smelling of sex. The older man wouldn’t say word but he would glare with this tight-lipped expression that always held the bite of anger. Unfortunately, Conri hadn’t recognized what his version of poison was doing to his on-again-off-again lover until Bulldog’s younger half-brother Taylor came to live with him.

In those tortuous few weeks, Conri had gotten a taste of his own medicine, and suddenly he understood the pain in Bulldog’s eyes, why Bull always kept the lights on when they fucked, why once Conri had seen Bull – his strong, loyal lover – begin to cry when Conri had got into a cab with several businessmen.

Conri rolled over and snuggled up against Bulldog’s hard body and made sure the man was still with him. They’d started living together after that, and Conri had started to see that bruised look in Bulldog’s eyes finally start to go away. It filled him with an emotion he’d didn’t know the name of and Conri felt his eyes sting. Bulldog rolled over and wrapped an arm around Conri.

“Whassa’matter?” the elder man slurred, voice still tainted with sleep.

“Nothing,” Conri replied with a watery smile. “Just admiring you.”

“For?”

“Your drop-dead gorgeous physique and that huge cock of yours.”

Bulldog snorted. “Seriously.”

Conri’s fingers traced the lines of Bulldog’s stomach, feeling his muscles twitch and jump with his ministrations. “Seriously? I wonder why you put up with me.”

Bulldog rolled to pin Conri beneath him, twining their fingers so he could hold the smaller man down. “I put up with you because I love you. Don’t start about there could be someone better.”

Conri’s teeth clicked shut. Bulldog heaved a sigh.

“There could be someone better,” Bulldog’s lips traced Conri’s chin and neck, trailing south. “But I wouldn’t love them as much as I love you. I simply need you.”

Conri gasped and arched as his lover took his cock into his mouth, sucking hard. Conri certainly didn’t need any encouraging to get hard, and when Bulldog scraped his teeth along the underside of the dancer’s shaft, Conri writhed. Bull knew all of Conri’s sensitive places and exploited them to his heart’s content, making the lithe body beneath him shiver and shake. Conri could make noise and squirm, but Bull was keeping his hands pinned, forcing Conri to be a non-participant. It wasn’t something the dancer was used to – not being the one in control – but the way Bull did it allowed Conri to escape anytime he wanted. No one, not even his clients, gave him the freedom Bulldog did.

A hot wet tongue scraped up the vein and finally Bulldog let go of Conri’s hands in favour of pushing those long legs up to expose that tight little hole of the dancer’s. Conri mewled and clung to the blankets as Bull’s tongue invaded him, curling to taste the inner muscle. Conri thought of past lovers – they refused to do this, some even refused to prepare him at all. Clients paid extra to take him dry or watch him prepare himself, of course. Bulldog, however, took every opportunity to ease Conri’s pain. Conri wondered how he had never seen Bull’s own pain. The dancer moaned as two digits were pushed into his passage, stretching him as Bulldog continued to lick at that exposed pucker. Conri squirmed and tried to spread his legs wider. Bulldog, however, wouldn’t allow him.

Instead the larger man moved between the dancer’s legs and put his hands behind his knees, lifting and spreading them. Conri grabbed his right leg when Bull let go and watched as his lover took his own cock in hand, giving a few hard strokes to smear liquid onto that thick shaft. Without giving Conri a chance to protest, Bull pushed the head of his cock into the dancer’s passage, pulled out, pushed back in.

“Would you just fuck me already!” Conri yelled, glaring hate at his lover when the man chuckled. The lithe dancer was about to say something pithy when Bulldog shoved in all the way to the hilt.

Conri moaned and clung to Bulldog’s biceps as his legs were hooked over those powerful shoulders, ensuring Conri was bent in half. Then Bull began to move. His thrusts were long, deep, and powerful for all the gentleness, and Conri found himself crying out soon enough. Each strike to his prostate sent an electrical shock to his brain, tightening his sphincter muscles and adding ten or a thousand more drops of precome to the tip of his cock. Bull was panting, skin covered in a nice sheen of sweat and Conri chanced to look into the man’s dark eyes. He flung his arms around Bull’s shoulders and clung as Bull pulled back, allowing Conri to ride him. And ride he did, knowing all the while he’d be limping, and he tossed his head back to cry out as hot lips and hard teeth worried at his collarbone.

Bulldog smiled up at the dancer, panting. “We fight and we get mad at each other, but that’s the point of being partners. I could never love anyone else the same way I love you.”

Conri laughed. “I love you, too, even if you’re a jealous bastard.”

“No one’s touched you since then, have they?”

Conri opened his mouth to reply but all that came out was a long cry as his body seized on him, muscles pulsing with his heartbeat, milking the shaft inside him as his own cock jumped between their stomachs, coating their skin in ribbons of opalescent white. Conri couldn’t do more than bounce as Bulldog thrust up a few more times before hitting his own release. Conri moved as he felt hot liquid push up deeper inside of him before gravity made it dribble back down and out of him.

Bull fell forward as Conri fell back, making sure the elder man couldn’t pull out of his body unless Conri let him. Since Bull seemed content to remain sheathed, Conri simply relaxed and yawned widely.

“Li’s gonna kill you,” Bulldog said absently.

“Li can go sit on a pole.” Conri snapped, snuggling closer. “Besides, I won’t be limping by tonight.”

“We’ll see.”

“Shut up.”

Bulldog chuckled, stole a kiss, and pulled Conri against him. As the dancer listened to his lover’s heartbeat, he smiled. Even if someone paid him to go sleep with the richest man in the world, Conri would refuse. He was already in love with someone who offered him more than money. And nothing was more important than unconditional love.