Collision Course
16
Patience, patience, patience.
Brian kept repeating the word, trying to feel it. Dom was almost ready ... almost. All Brian had to do was to remain patient, to bide his time. All he had to do was to stay still, to let Dom continue to rub his body with oil -- to let his inexperienced partner work up his courage and confidence.
Brian was dying.
Dom's hands stroking his shoulders and back were killing him. He wanted the hands lower, on his ass ... in his ass. Dom's hard-on -- Brian could feel it prodding against his lower back and buttocks whenever Dom leaned forward -- was torturing him, driving him insane. He wanted it inside him, moving within him, stroking him internally, loving him. Brian pressed his face down into the pillow, ground his own painful erection into the mattress, and tried to restrain a frustrated groan.
He' done much the same to Dom earlier. He'd given Dom a massage that had brought Dom right to the very brink of pleasure before Brian had slyly pulled away and presented his back to his lover. Brian had been certain that Dom was far enough gone to overcome his shyness. He'd hoped that Dom would stop fretting about how big his cock was and how small Brian's opening was and just *do* it.
But all Dom had done was straddle his thighs and rub his back. Not that it didn't feel good to have Dom's big hands smoothing oil over his back and shoulders -- it did. It could just feel a whole lot better if Dom would just --
"Fuck me," Brian groaned out.
The big hands stopped squeezing his shoulders and stilled.
"You sure?" Dom's deep voice made Brian shiver with anticipation.
"Very."
Brian felt Dom moving above him, shifting his weight, repositioning. Warm, oil-slicked fingers traced his cleft and Brian struggled to lift his hips in order to present himself. Dom's weight disappeared completely and freed Brian to raise his rear high in invitation. He felt a rough, callused finger press against the throbbing muscle that guarded his back door. He felt it slide within.
"Please," Brian whimpered as he pushed his hips backward. "Another." He felt his opening spread wider as Dom inserted a second finger. Brian began to rock, teaching Dom the rhythm and pace and depth.
Dom was a quick learner and when he added a third finger, Brian stopped thinking. The work-roughened digits plunged in and out of Brian, scraping his sheath internally, rasping against his sensitive opening. From between Brian's spread thighs, Dom took hold of Brian's cock and began working it. Brian sobbed ... and twitched ... and spasmed ... and ...
'Brrrnnngg' the phone rang.
Dom froze in shock.
Brian groaned in frustration.
'Brrrnnnggg'
"Ignore it," Brian ordered and wiggled his hips, asking for attention. He felt Dom move gently within him.
'Brrrnnnggg'
Dom resumed his former rhythm.
"You've reached the O'Connor residence. Leave a message after the tone." Brian heard his own voice repeating the pre-recording statement.
"Brian, my love, where are you?" Tomas' voice over the answering machine's speaker caused Brian to jerk away from Dom guiltily. "We had an important date for tonight, no?"
"Fuck!" he hissed as an avalanche of guilt dumped its load. "It's Tomas! I forgot all about him!" Brian twisted and made a grab for the phone, but Dom was closer. In absolute horror Brian watched the big brown hand pick up the receiver. He lunged at Dom, trying to get it away from him, but Dom's other hand slammed into the center of his chest driving him backwards into the oaken rails of the headboard and knocking most of the breath out of him.
Dom knelt on the bed and lifted the receiver to his ear and spoke. "I'm afraid Brian won't be able to keep his date with you -- not tonight -- not ever. You're just gonna have to find someone else to escort you," Dom said softly then paused to listen. "Who am I? I'm the guy who's taking him away from you. As a matter of fact I'm going to take him again right now."
Dom hung the phone up, placing the receiver gently in the cradle. Then the black eyes turned to Brian. Dom's face was hard with resolve and Brian knew that he would forever be in Tomas' debt. What two nights of soft words, gentle hands, and untold patience hadn't been able to accomplish, a phone call from his old flame would. Dom was jealous, resolved, hard as a rock, and about to fuck him into the mattress.
Dom grabbed Brian by the hips and jerked him away from the headboard. Brian felt his pelvis placed on Dom's thighs as hard hands gripped him behind the knees. His legs were lifted upward, spread, and pressed downward. Brian was held pinned and vulnerable.
He bit his lip in anticipation.
This time Dom didn't hesitate. This time he positioned himself, positioned Brian, and drove home in one powerful surge. Brian gasped out loud as the thick cock slid into him, filling his rectum. He panted in pain and desire and delight.
A moment later, when he could open his eyes, it was to the sight of Dom's concerned gaze.
"Don't worry," Brian soothed his uncertain lover. "I'll live." He added a lopsided smile and was rewarded when Dom drove in slightly deeper. "I think."
Dom retreated a bit, only to drive in all the way to the hilt. Brian forgot how to speak. All he could do was groan and moan and feel and melt as Dom found a rhythm. Brian grabbed at his own cock and stroked it in time with Dom's thrusts. In and down, out and up.
Close so close, Brian was on the brink and he knew Dom was too. One more thrust, one more pump and they'd --
"Brrrnnnggg"
Two strong, sweaty bodies slowed.
"Brrrnnnggg" The telephone rang again.
Dom's face turned hard and deadly. "I'm going to kill that foreign fuck," he growled.
He took a firmer grip on Brian's leg, and with his lover securely pinned, firmly impaled, he snatched the phone off its cradle.
"Listen, you little fuck. Brian's mine now, understand? I'm balls deep in his ass right now and if you think that there's ever gonna be room for you --"
Brian watched as Dom's dark face turned sickly white. The dark eyes widened in horror and shock at whatever he was hearing. The receiver fell out of his paralyzed hand. With a heave, Dom unsheathed himself and Brian howled in pain as he felt his insides try to follow Dom's cock out. Dom flopped onto the far side of the mattress, turned onto his side, curled into a fetal ball, and pulled the pillow over his head.
What could Dom have been told? What could have caused this reaction?
Slowly Brian took hold of the phone's receiver and raised it to his ear.
"Hello?" he asked fearfully.
"Brian?"
"Mom!?!"
"I take it I'm calling at a bad time?" his mother asked, humor very clear in her voice.
"Uh ... yeah."
"I'm glad you've found someone, dear, but he sounds a bit a fierce."
Brian looked over at the big man who was still shuddering in mortification -- the gentle giant who had always treated the fairer sex with respect -- the shy lover who had just told Brian's mom the most intimate detail of their sex life.
"He's gentle as a lamb," Brian said with smile at the broad back presented to him. "Look, Mom. I'll call you in a couple days, okay?"
"Oh, no you don't young man." Alicia Elaine O'Connor Belli said firmly. "He's the one, isn't he?" She didn't wait for Brian's answer. "I want to meet him," she demanded.
Brian sighed. "Mom, I *really* can't talk now. Goodbye."
His mother's laughter floated through the air as he hung up on her. Brian twisted around and unplugged the phone line.
"Dom?" Brian asked softly as he laid a comforting hand on a brown shoulder. *Dominic*?" He shook the big body gently.
"Leave me the fuck alone." Dom's voice was muffled by the pillow that still covered his head.
Brian scooted closer and pressed a kiss onto the burnished skin of Dom's mighty biceps.
"You never said you had a mother." Dom accused from behind his feather filled shield.
"You thought I was hatched from an egg?" Brian laughed. "Of course I have a mother." Brian began to stroke Dom's side as he spooned around his back. "And she's cool, too -- just like me."
Dom snorted.
"I also have a stepfather and four stepsisters, who are, unfortunately, not cool." Brian nuzzled his face under the pillow and against the back of Dom's neck.
"They local?" Dom asked.
"Nope. They live a couple hours north of here so you have some time before you have to start worrying about Mom showing up with a shotgun."
"Fuck. I'm sorry, Brian," Dom said in dismay. "She must have been so shocked, knowing what I was doing to her little boy."
Brian laughed out load and Dom rolled over to scowl at him.
"Mom *might* show up with gun, but it wouldn't be to shoot you with. She'd insist you make an honest man of me." Dom's face relaxed. "I told you she was cool about things. She's been hounding me for years to settle down with someone."
"What about your father?"
"Stepfather," Brian corrected sourly. "He's a pig. Old school homophobe, if you know what I mean. Still ..." He winced as he tried to sort through the mixed feelings he'd always had for Leo. "He's not all that bad. Mom loves him and he ... well he worships the ground she walks on -- so at least he's got a little taste."
Brian spent the next hour talking to Dom, telling him about his mother, his childhood, his family. Dom eventually began to relax again; he even cracked a few jokes about Cinderella and her wicked stepsisters.
"I guess that would make you Prince Charming," Brian said with a laugh.
"Wasn't he the one boinking Snow White?"
"That'll work too."
Brian spent another hour petting and stroking and putting Dom back in the mood. This time things went like clockwork. Brian positioned himself on his hands and knees. Dom mounted him from behind; smoothly they merged their bodies into one.
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From outside the bedroom window, the two entwined male bodies looked pale and surreal. The neighbor's halogen security light gave them a blue-white cast, as if they were marble statues from ancient Pompeii come to life. They moved in and out of the shadows, undulating in the unmistakable rhythm of copulation.
The onlooker experienced one brief instant of admiration for their ethereal beauty, before some strong emotion caused the figure to tremble. Light glinted off dark, glossy hair as the form stretched upward in order to see more clearly. Pressed so close to the glass, the men's final moments of pleasure could be heard as well as seen. Gasps, muttered endearments, and, finally, a great bellow of satisfaction as the larger body on top tensed and stiffened and strained and ... climaxed.
The shadow crumbled slightly and slumped against the exterior wall.
Several minutes later, the dark form rose and, with cat-like grace, began to circle the house. Dark hair, shadowed face, dark clothing, and the glint of light reflecting off the gun barrel were the only signs of the stalker's presence.
The form had already tried the front door and found it locked. Now, the glove-covered hand twisted the knob of the forgotten back door to the garage -- it turned easily. The door opened and the stalker moved silently inside the garage. A small beam of light cut through the darkness. The intruder kept the beam pointed downward and squinted through the shadows at the huge, beast of a car revealed in the shadows. A moment of hesitation later, the form began to move around the car.
It paused at the workbench, the glint from the silver handcuffs catching the intruder's attention. The flashlight was laid down on the bench as a dark glove picked the restraints up and slipped them into the front pocket of the black windbreaker.
The figure was nearing the interior door when it suddenly paused and cast a worried look over its shoulder, as if sensing another presence in the darkness of the garage. The light flicked quickly around but revealed nothing other than the car.
The figure moved on and stealthily entered the house. The flashlight was switched off, not needed in the faint gloom of the kitchen. The gloved hand that gripped the gun lifted as the predator slowly, soundlessly, sought out the bedroom and the two men who occupied it.
A shaft of sudden, stark light had the figure pressing back against the wall. A man emerged from the bathroom and turned away, heading down a short hall. The hunter followed. Its prey had been sighted. Now all that was left was the kill.
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