A Truce Among Thieves

    It was 9 pm on Friday night. All of the lights in the small apartment were dimmed except for one that stood by a large black overstuffed arm chair that faithfully watched over a small side table holding up a watered down glass of whiskey. The chair ensconced a shirtless man focussing threateningly hard on the book in front of him.

    “Hey Kris….” Torrence had to wait a moment out of reverence for the man to finish the section he was on.

    “Hm?” He glanced up, eyes trying to focus on his lover’s face.

    “Would you go out with me tonight?”

    “Where did you have in mind?”

    “Well…I was thinking The Temple since I’m not working tonight and you’re off tomorrow, aren’t you?” Kristof shut his book with a snap and placed it gently on the side table.  He stretched his legs out from under him and stood up slowly, the joints of his elbows and knees cracking sharply.

    Torrence stood there, expectant for an answer. His lover walked over to him and pecked him softly on the mouth, his lips pressed chastely against the black rings that circled Torrence’s lower lip.

    “Tor. Why would you want to go out on a night like this when you can stay in and party with me?” Torrence started to answer as Kristof leaned down and scooped his feet out from under him, carrying him towards the bedroom. Torrence could feel Kris’s nipple piercings brush teasingly across his ribs. He let himself be set down, that strong German body towering over him, that pierced tongue starting to tease the side of his neck.

    “I just really wanna go out with you. I think it would be fun! We can even take my bike if you want to get totally smashed…..”Torrence offered, trying to convince his lover.

    I don’t know…..” The German answered slyly, “I really want to just stay here and play with you.” His fingers started to pull Torrence’s tight black t-shirt over his head.

    “I know you do, but we haven’t been out in a really long time. It would be nice to go and be seen for once.”

    “You’re seen every weekend at that place. Isn’t that enough for you?” Kristof smiled and nipped along Torrence’s jaw line.

    “Well, yeah, but I like going out and not having to worry about work. We can go and enjoy ourselves for once.”

    “Aren’t we enjoying ourselves now?” Kristof purred huskily, hand stroking Torrence’s covered crotch hard, feeling the slight bulge of excitement. Torrence shuddered beneath his lover.

    “Well, yeah. And we can always play now and then go…..later….” He sighed and relaxed against the sheets, feeling Kristof’s mouth latch onto one of his nipples, sucking gently. He bucked as he felt that slick warm metal brush across his sensitive skin. The German smiled and clamped his hands to Tor’s ribs, pushing him down into the bed with his full weight. There was no escape. Torrence would have to go through with it now. Kristof’s wishes were practically law in the apartment. He always lived to serve Torrence and worked hard to make him as happy as possible, but when Kristof wanted sex you either said “yes” or suffered the consequences.

    Kristof ground his hips against Torrence seeing their bodies’ electric contact make his lover squirm. He did it again, finally hearing a satisfied sound fall from those pierced lips.

   “Ah…..Kris….” Torrence dug his fingers into that mane of black hair. He spread his legs wider, inviting his lover to slide between them. Kristof quickly tore the dark jeans from Torrence’s legs exposing the hot hard piece of flesh between his thighs, dripping fluid into the crevices of his pale stomach. The German sat up for a moment, removing his own pants and snatching up the bottle of lube from the bedside table. He could hardly wait. Squeezing some onto his fingers he dug them between Torrence’s cheeks, pushing with gentle force into his lover’s tight body. Torrence could only moan.

    “Oh…..so good.” He panted as he felt those fingers twitch and move inside of him. But he wanted more.  Torrence hugged Kristof close burying his face in the crook of the German’s neck, his heady cologne setting Torrence’s blood on fire. Torrence tugged on one of Kris’s ear piercings with his teeth, needy. The German shoved his fingers deeper into that hot body, feeling as if he could see Torrence’s heart thrumming beneath that alabaster skin.

    Beautiful noises fell from between the two black rings flanking Tor’s mouth, that pink cat-like tongue sliding out to wet dry lips. Kristof caught up those plush lips against his own sucking heavily on Torrence’s tongue, making the man below him arch his back sensually, pushing his body against those searching digits.

    The German finally slid his fingers slowly from Tor’s backside, smearing more lube onto his hard cock, slipping it between the tight press of his palm and his fingers. He shuddered as he aligned himself with Tor’s entrance. He could feel the muscles clench, eager to have that hot stretch of flesh inside his body. Kristof glanced at Torrence’s face, eyes closed in bliss, concentration, expectation.

    As Kris pushed slowly into Torrence’s body he let out a ragged breath, not realizing that he had been holding it.  The intense heat that wrapped itself around his cock was almost too much to bear. He felt those molten velvet walls close around him and hold him still. Kristof panted, hard and ragged against the side of Torrence’s neck. The bartender clung to him helplessly, his legs raised and open, inviting Kris to fuck him senseless.

    Kristof wrapped his fingers around Torrence’s knees and shoved hard against his hips making his back arch, fingers scrambling to gain purchase against the dark bed sheets yanking the fabric towards himself with a passionate moan. The German continued his pace, lust driving him into a frenzy. He gripped Torrence’s knees harder, fingers digging into the delicate skin. The sound of groaning springs and connecting flesh was loud in the small room they called their own. Torrence couldn’t stop moaning, his knuckles going white, feeling the pleasure building in the pit of his stomach.

    As they both neared climax Kristof released one of Torrence’s legs, wrapping his sweat-slicked fingers around that throbbing piece of flesh. Torrence groaned, letting his head fall back against the pillows, he could hardly keep himself from screaming the German’s name as he felt his entire body tense.

    “Oh! Kris! Nnngh! So good! Fuck!” He cursed, panting as he came hard across Kristof’s clenched fist, hot fluid spilling into the curves of his abs. Kristof followed soon after, those walls drawing his orgasm out of him in a sudden wave of ecstasy. The German collapsed on top of Torrence, smiling happily and kissing the side of his neck lovingly. Kristof hugged the bartender close.

    “Mine!” He snuggled into Torrence’s neck not caring about the sticky squelch of cum between their flushed bodies. Torrence smiled for a moment, enjoying the cute affection his manly lover lavished on him when they were in private. He pushed weakly at Kristof’s shoulders.

    “Alright, off. Need to breathe.” He feigned breathlessness and Kristof collapsed onto the side of the bed, his stomach now covered in pearlescent sticky goo. He ran a finger through it and stuck his finger in his mouth.

    “You are so weird.” Torrence replied with a devilish smirk, sitting up with some difficulty. He knew he was going to be sore but he didn’t care. It had felt great and now, with renewed energy he stumbled into the bathroom and wiped himself off, coming out to rummage though his closet in search of something descent to wear. Kristof sat on the edge of the bed, watching.

    “Well, aren’t you going to come with me tonight?” Torrence asked.

    “I suppose so.” The German replied, standing from the bed and slipping into the bathroom to clean up. He emerged naked and glistening, water drying on his tanned skin. Kristof pulled on a pair of pants, not bothering to slip on any underwear. He rarely used it anymore. Torrence was the same way. The thick-soled black boots came next complete with chains and buckles. Kristof was flicking through his closet looking for a shirt. He finally decided on one of his favourite band shirts, a little faded, but soft and tight, accentuating his muscles. Torrence turned from his side of the closet and nearly dropped the studded belt he was holding.

    He saw Kristof in various states of undress everyday, but he still couldn’t get used to seeing him all dressed up to go out. The band shirt, slightly too short, exposing the dangerous thorny vine that hugged his hips and circled around to the front, pricks of blood red from the rosebuds peeked from above the waistband of his jeans.  Torrence also chose a tight t-shirt, plain black, slightly short, exposing half of the phrase “Devil For All the Angels” above his dark jeans.  The two men squeezed against each other, sharing the mirror, preening and tidying. Hair was put up in thick glue, glistening and sharp, black kohl rimmed vibrant eyes while mists of heady, sharp and exotic cologne clouded around them, riling their senses again. Finally, both men were sufficiently prepared to step out into the veil of the night in dire need of some enjoyment.