When the Bumblebee Can't See Us

    It was Valentine’s Day. The one day out of the year where the price of chocolate and roses skyrockets to exorbitant prices. The one day out of the year besides Christmas where people get all lovey-dovey and happy, buying things for each other, hiding things from each other, surprising each other. The one day that both Vaughn and Liam had finally come to love because they each finally had somebody to love. It was their first Valentine’s Day together.

    Vaughn killed his bike, rolling into the garage as silently as he could. He tore open his side bag and retrieved the contents, a black plastic bag in his fist. Unlocking the garage door he nearly ran headlong into his lover.

    “Hey. Welcome home.” Liam said, leaning over expectantly for a kiss. Vaughn pecked him lightly on the lips, sidling past him, practically running into the bedroom. He shut the door hard as if he were being chased. Vaughn collapsed against the door, locking it, panting. Liam looked a little confused but thought it best not to pry. He swiftly got back to work. Vaughn crinkled open the black plastic bag and started to set things up, tidying up the room bit by bit, creating the right atmosphere.

    The lock finally clicked open from the bedroom door and Liam rushed over to shield his lover from the surprise. Vaughn swiftly closed the bedroom door and turned to feel his lover’s hands close over his face. He smiled against the warm skin of Liam’s hands.

    “Close your eyes, Vaughn. No peeking.” Liam slowly removed his hands, making sure that his lover hadn’t opened his eyes. He rushed over and leaned against the table, striking a sultry pose. “OK. Open them, baby.” Vaughn’s eyes fluttered open, getting used to the dim light of the dining room. His eyes flickered to the candles lit on the mantle piece, the kitchen counter, on the coffee table. His brain was in overdrive taking in the scent of chocolate and a sweet syrupy smell.

    His heavy-lidded gaze finally rested on Liam, reclining sensually against the dining room table, his tanned chest bare, tattoos exposed like an alternative love letter.

A pair of smooth buttery low-rise leather pants hung loosely off of his body, black and tight-fitting, accentuating every little curve from the sharp hip bones to the cleft of his ass. A single red rose hanging between his legs, nervous fingers squeezing the stem to death. His other hand was hovering close to his mouth, a huge chocolate-dipped strawberry clenched between his fingers. Vaughn nearly gaped.

    “Well, come on, come over here and enjoy your surprise.” Liam smiled, mouth opening a little wider as if to take the ripe fruit between his teeth. Vaughn walked over slowly, wrapping a strong arm around his lover’s waist, pulling their bodies together. He stole the strawberry from Liam’s fingers and kissed him tenderly.

    “You mean that all of this is for me?” He said smiling, running the pointed end of the fruit against his lover’s parted lips. Liam started to pant.

    “Yeah….all of it….”

    “Even you?” Vaughn bit off the chocolate end and dropped the stem into a waiting empty bowl. He picked up another plump strawberry.

    “Especially me.” Liam replied, feeling himself getting excited by their close contact. The constricting sensual feel of the leather pants against his bare skin made his blood boil. He could feel his cock start to harden the more he thought of what this evening would hold. Vaughn killed another strawberry between the hard guillotine of his teeth, dropping the carcass into the bowl, the sweet blood running down his chin. Liam lapped at it teasingly, kissing his lover gently, tongue sliding into that dangerous killing machine of a mouth. Vaughn felt that strong muscle push past his lips, seeking the remnants of pulpy bodies caught between his incisors. Vaughn moaned into that hungry mouth. He fumbled for another strawberry and broke the kiss to feed Liam the large red fruit. It met its end between the second most dangerous killing machine in the world, barely any blood spilled. The body dropped alongside the others, a mass grave.

    Soon all of the strawberries disappeared and Vaughn ran his tongue across his teeth tasting chocolaty syrupy goo. He sucked his fingers clean, wiping his chin with the back of his hand, the sweet blood smearing across his skin. He fixed his gaze on Liam.

    “Now, what to do with the rest of my surprise…” Vaughn’s voice was low. He slid his fingers into the waistband of Liam’s low pants, feeling the damp hair curl around his fingers. Pulling their bodies together again he could feel the hard press of Liam’s neglected erection. Vaughn smirked.

    “I hope you bought some lube today while you were out. We’re going to need it to get you out of those sexy pants.” His hands slid around to the back, squeezing Liam’s ass playfully, grinding against him, pushing his lover against the table. Liam moaned softly, his fingers sliding up to fist in Vaughn’s hair. Liam tilted his head back, giving Vaughn access to the hollow of his throat, adam’s apple bobbing up sharply as he swallowed hard.

    “But first, you need to get your surprise.” Vaughn pulled a blindfold from his pocket and covered Liam’s eyes, placing his hands on Liam’s shoulders, making sure he stayed still, going around and blowing out all of the candles. He returned and kissed Liam on the side of the neck, startling him a little. Vaughn pushed on Liam’s lower back, fingers trailing lightly over that smooth skin, steering his lover towards the bedroom. He opened the door and removed the blindfold with a bit of a flourish, waiting for Liam’s reaction.

    The bedroom was spotless, candles burned golden everywhere. The bed was strewn with rose petals, framing a gathering of chocolates that spelled out “LIAM” below a stately looking plushy bee standing guard over the romantic scene before the two lovers. Liam’s face broke into a huge smile. He turned to Vaughn.

    “I love it!” He wrapped his arms around Vaughn’s neck lovingly, pulling him into a deep kiss. Vaughn’s hands rested on Liam’s hips, fingers playing with the waistband of the leather pants.

    “But that’s not all you get, baby…” Vaughn trapped Liam’s hands behind his back, pushing him face down onto the bed. Liam could feel rose petals sticking to his lips. Vaughn slid his hand over the covered mound of Liam’s backside, making his lover shiver beneath those questing fingers. They pressed hard against the cleft of his ass, sliding up between his cheeks, teasing from his balls to his entrance. Liam bucked into the bed desiring the dizzying friction that he knew only Vaughn could satisfy.

    He lifted his hips as he felt Vaughn’s fingers fumbling with the clasp of the pants, sliding the zipper down, reaching around to push the soft leather down across Liam’s burning skin. He heard the lube being swiped off of the bedside table. Liam squirmed against the sheets. One had was freed as Vaughn drizzled the chilly oil against Liam’s ass, making him jump. But soon Liam’s free hand twisted in the dark sheets, feeling Vaughn align himself with Liam’s entrance. That warm, hard, teasing piece of flesh pushing gently into his body. He cried out, brow furrowed in concentration, wanting to feel every last inch of his lover driving into his body. He tensed suddenly as he felt Vaughn’s grip tighten on his wrist. Liam strained his neck forward, mouth open in unrestrained passion. He could feel his muscles tighten deliciously against the intrusion. Vaughn’s large hand was pressing down on his hip, forcing him into the mattress.

    Liam glanced over at the little bumblebee. It had fallen forward with the rocking of the bed. He felt a lot like that little plush bee now, ass in the air, just passively taking it. But he couldn’t complain. He had always loved it like this. The way Vaughn would growl dangerously into his ear, making his blood ignite like gasoline. He loved the little spikes of pain that flared through his body, through his brain, whenever Vaughn was particularly rough. He couldn’t help moaning like he was in heat. He couldn’t stop himself, not when it was this good.

    His fingers tightened against the sheets when he felt Vaughn push exceptionally hard, a moan forcing itself from his throat. Liam closed his eyes tightly, awash in the torrent of pleasure. He was drowning in it. Vaughn’s hips snapped forward, burying himself in the tight fiery heat. He could barely contain himself. It felt so good. Liam whimpered, feeling his chest pressed to the bed, nipples rubbing sensually along the dark sheets. He bit his lip and pushed his hips further against the bed, feeling his cock leaking profusely, the sticky fluid smearing across the sweaty plane of his stomach.

    Vaughn moaned, nails digging into his lover’s sharp hips, physically voicing his pleasure. He released Liam’s other hand which instantly flew to join its mate in strangling the sheets in his sweaty palms. Both hands now griped those slim hips, Vaughn pushing himself as far as he could into Liam’s incredible body. Both men moaned in time with Vaughn’s thrusts, being pushed to the edge of ecstasy. Liam dropped his forehead to the sheets, pressing his burning skin to the cool fabric.

    As Vaughn shoved hard against his lover’s  body for the last time Liam’s knuckles turned bone white with strain as his body arched up, a ragged sigh flying from his lips as he felt his cock pulse against his stomach, painting the dark blue sheets with the white hot passion that spilled from between his thighs. He felt Vaughn pulse hard inside of him suddenly and his muscles clenched around that red hot spike of molten iron that seared his insides with his lover’s smouldering heat. Liam shuddered hard, body thrumming deliciously, his orgasm rocking him to the core.

    Vaughn collapsed against his lover, arms stretching up to cover Liam’s, fingers twining sweetly. He kissed the sweaty nape of Liam’s neck, nuzzling into the warm damp hair. Liam nearly purred, grinding his hips playfully against Vaughn’s body, sighing as the final shivers of pleasure flitted through him, startling the butterflies in his stomach. Vaughn finally pulled out and reached for the tissues on the nightstand. He wiped himself off and pulled a few more tissues out, shoving them with a laugh into the leaking cleft of Liam’s ass. His lover started, straightening and pressing the fingers to the tissues. He sat up and threw them in the trash, standing with a little difficulty, buttoning his pants.

    Liam slowly turned and sat on the bed, pulling Vaughn to himself, resting his forehead against the other man’s bare stomach. He nuzzled the sweaty smooth flesh, kissing Vaughn’s exposed hips, running his thumbs reverently across the sharp satiny skin-covered bones.

    “You wanna know something, Vaughn?”

    “Hmmm?”

    “Even though I have all of these wonderful things, you’re the best Valentine’s Day gift I could ever ask for.” Vaughn smiled and kissed the top of his lover’s head.

    “Same goes for you, Liam. I love you baby.” The bumblebee still lay facedown on the dark sheets, face turned modestly away as the two lovers kissed, the candles guttering out.