Page 46 of By His Side
I started at his feet, Darien chuckling as I kissed his toes. From there, I worked my way over his ankles, then his calves, and then his thighs. Bypassing the stiff cock I found—for now—I gave the same attention to his abdomen, and then his chest, his nipples distracting me for a while, before I eventually reached his lips, the kiss we shared the sweetest one that had ever occurred between us.
“I don’t deserve you,” I said between kisses, my confession prompting one of those special Darien smiles that made his dimples pop. I ran the tip of my finger over the left one. “And these should be in a museum.”
His brow furrowed. “What should?”
“Your dimples.”
“How would that work? Am I having them surgically removed, because I’ve got to warn you I’ll probably look like The Joker afterwards, or are you putting me inside a glass case to stand there for all eternity? I suppose you could wait until I’m dead and have me stuffed. Like that guy in the Museum of London.”
“What guy?” I slid my hand down Darien’s body and took hold of his cock, the slight hitch of his breath the only telltale sign he’d noticed.
“Jeremy Bentham.”
“Who?”
“Shit!” His head went back on the pillow as I stroked him. “He was an English philosopher and social reformer. When he died, he left instructions for his body to be dissected and put on display. I watched a documentary on him.”
“Of course you did. So he was stuffed, was he?” I didn’t really want to talk about this Jeremy guy, but it amused me to watch Darien try to recall details about him while I stroked his cock.
“Yeah…” The word sounded more like a gasp. “He ended up on display in the Museum of London. They had to make a wax replica of his head.”
“Why?”
“Because...” Darien seemed to lose his train of thought. Possibly because I kept rubbing the pad of my thumb over his sensitive glans. “Because they didn’t do a good job of preserving it. It used to be on display in a separate case, but students kept pulling pranks with it. The body is really his, though. His skeleton, and stuffed with hay. It’s rumored they take him to meetings, that he’s marked down as present, but not voting.”
I let go of him momentarily to lick my palm before getting back to the serious business of driving him out of his mind. It didn’t matter that we’d only fucked this morning. I couldn't imagine a time where that would ever matter with us. And concentrating on Darien, watching him buck and twist beneath my ministrations was the perfect salve to stop me from dwelling on the conversation we’d had in the kitchen, and about how honest I’d been.
Only when Darien’s balls grew tight enough to signal he was close to coming did I release his cock. I slapped his thigh to get his attention, Darien’s head lifting to stare at me with a glazed expression on his face. “Turn over.” He did so without complaint, spreading his thighsand settling himself on the pillow with a contented sigh. “Unless you wanted to fuck me?”
Darien shook his head. “No. This is good.”
I kissed down his spine, all the way to the curve of his buttocks, goosebumps breaking out where I touched. He stirred when I parted the globes of his arse to bare him to my gaze. “What are you doing?”
I blew on the pretty pink hole I’d uncovered, every inch of Darien attractive. “If you can’t tell, I’m not doing it right.” I leaned forward for a lick, Darien letting out a moan. “That’s for defending me to your brother.” Darien’s laugh was decidedly shaky. I dragged my tongue over his taint and down to his balls, pausing there so that my words vibrated against the sensitive skin. “That’s for being so good at listening, and for not pushing me to say more than I wanted to.” I really got stuck in then, probing his hole with my tongue until he was panting. “And that’s for believing in my innocence.”
“I’d have told you earlier if I’d known this was the payment for it.”
I sat up and put a condom on, making sure I was generous with the lube. “When did you change your mind?”
“I don’t know. It just crept up on me.”
I moved into position, lining myself up with my target. “It means a lot to me. More than I can put into words.”
“I know.” The second word turned into a gasp as I breached Darien.
I paused with just the head of my cock in him. “Are you sore from this morning?” It was a stupid question to ask when I wasn’t going to stop even if he said yes. Perhaps I was fooling myself that I’d be gentler with him if he answered in the affirmative.
“I’ll cope.” The smile on Darien’s face said he’d do more than cope and had me sliding forward another couple of inches.
“Thank you. I appreciate you being a martyr to the cause.”
“What cause?”
I treated him to a thrust, sliding deeper on the return stroke. “The cause of making me come.”
Darien lifted his hips on the next thrust, making it easier for me. “I don’t remember seeing that on a list of registered charities.”
I picked up speed. “It should be. Felix’s release fund. FRF, for short. Want to be a sponsor?”
