Rude's Week

Reno, oh god, Reno. Reno was still in charge here. Reno his love, his lover—Rude tested those words in his mind, and they seemed right. It had been so long since Rude had thought or felt consciously about the l-word that he guessed he was ok with his shifting sexuality. He never thought he’d want a man this way, but then he never thought he’d want anyone this way. But Reno was the center of his life and had been for years now. Reno, Reno who was still aroused, still there, naked with that soft white skin and rich red hair and those legs, oh god, those legs.

His mouth was dry, and his voice came out in a sort of husky rumble, “Did you shave your legs, Reno?”

Reno who had been resting his head down by Rude’s crotch, sat up on the bed and laughed—a slow, satisfied, sexy laugh that seemed full of promise. Rude reached down the side of the bed and found Reno’s beer. He drained it and just dropped the bottle, not caring where it would fall or even if it would break. “Lay down, Reno,” he ordered.

With a grin Reno flopped down on the bed next to Rude on his stomach. Rude hadn’t expected that, but the sight was too beautiful to complain. Reno’s long strand of hair spilled over his back just drawing the eyes to a body that usually was hidden in a loose suit. His back, like his legs, was hairless and muscled. Reno’s rumpled suit encouraged people to underestimate him, thought Rude, anyone seeing him nude would respect those muscles, see the few scars here and there, and be ready for kind of fighting that Reno could do. Reno was magnificent when he was fighting.

Rude ran his hands over Reno’s back, rubbing and massaging, working his way down to that ass—the ass with his finger marks on it. The purple marks on Reno’s ass fascinated him, and Rude lowered his head to kiss and lick each one. He didn’t want them to fade, and he began to bite and suck, breaking more blood vessels in the skin to darken the marks. His hands moved possessively over Reno’s ass, sliding in between his cheeks, which made Reno buck a little and moan in a way that Rude wanted to hear more of. He rubbed his finger over Reno’s anus, listening to his breathing, and thought about fucking Reno.

It suddenly seemed like the best idea he had in years. His body seemed to think so since Rude could tell a little blood was back in his cock though not enough to fuck Reno. Rude spit on Reno’s anus and the sight of his salvia pooled there on Reno’s anus, making him think about what his cum would look like there, and he pushed his index finger in, probing, wanting to hear Reno moan again—Reno, his lover, his love, who was pushing up into his finger, moaning, wanting him. Rude grinned: it was his turn to force Reno to talk. He shoved another finger into Reno, saying, “Answer my question.”

“Yes,” moaned out Reno, “Yes, I like that. Here.” Reno’s hand had pulled out a tube from under the pillow and was handing it back to him.

“You fucking brought lube to my place, Reno,” said Rude in shock.

“Yea, so you better fucking use it, yo,” said Reno.

Rude felt a little bit of panic. He’d never fucked a man, he’d already gotten off, he might not be able to get hard enough, maybe he couldn’t last, how much fucking lube did one need to use, and when had Reno started taking it? Rude thought about the times he’d watched Reno in alleys having sex with men—Reno had always been giving it. Rude pulled out his fingers and sat up next to Reno, looking at the tube in his hands for directions. He could feel himself starting to panic, and the chest pain was back. This time he knew it was because he didn’t want to screw things up for Reno.

“Reno, Reno, I . . .” started Rude when Reno rolled over on his back and smiled up and Rude, licking his lips. Rude just watched that tongue. Reno pulled the tube from Rude’s hands and smeared some lube down his cock. Rude watched fascinated as Reno stroked himself, coating himself with the glistening liquid. “You want to know about my legs, don’t you Rude?”

Rude nodded and licked his own lips. “Put your hand out, Rude,” ordered Reno and squeezed some lube on to Rude’s hand. “Now slide those fingers in your ass, and I’ll tell you.”

Oh hell, oh god, no, no, no. Then Reno raised one leg up in the air, running his hand up his leg, showing his flexibility, his conditioning, and his perfect calf, perfect thigh, like a statue. He pulled his leg all the way back to his face and licked it with that sexy pink tongue. Rude felt himself completely harden and rose up on his knees and plunged his own fingers in his ass. He’d never done this before, but it felt so right. Oh god, yes, he was doing this for Reno. This was what Reno wanted to see.

“Rude, yes, yeah, like that, fuck yes Rude, yeah. Hurry up, straddle me, dammit, put that ass over this cock now. There, yea, there. Rude, hell yes, I shaved for you. I spent the whole fucking day wanting you. Fuck, I’ve wanted you for years, but I didn’t think you did sex, did men.”

Rude held Reno’s cock beneath him, the tip right at his anus, “I don’t do men, Reno,” he said and then pushing himself down, “I do you, Reno.” And then he had done it, Reno was in him, he was impaled on Reno, Reno filling him, and it was too much, Rude panted, rocked back and forth, moaned, gasped, trembled, and felt himself losing it. Reno’s lips came up, Reno’s tongue, Reno’s kiss, and Reno’s arms around him.

“Rude, baby, Rude, relax partner, I got you, I got you. Here, lay back, baby, let me take care of you, yeah, yeah, like that.” And Rude found himself on his back, Reno inside him, carefully sliding in and out, his erect cock between them, showing his arousal, his need for Reno.

“God damn, Rude, you feel so fucking tight, so fucking good, you’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” said Rude.

Then Reno was pulling up Rude’s legs, pushing deeper into him, faster, “My virgin, my Rude, all mine. You belong to me now. No one else is ever going to fuck you Rude; this is all—“ Reno paused, pulled back, only his head still in Rude—“mine”—and slammed down, pushing into Rude farther than he though Reno could go, hitting something that make Rude cry out loudly in pleasure.

Then it was all Rude could do to just take it as Reno drove into him painfully, roughly, taking away everything from Rude—his body, his breath, his dignity, his pride, his control, his power—it was Reno, Reno, in and out at a pace Rude couldn’t stop, taking him how he wanted, Reno so beautiful, powerful, his face fierce, his teeth bared, the red slashes under his eyes marking him. They looked like war paint, Reno was a warrior taking what he wanted. “Tell me you want this, Rude, tell me.”

But Rude could only moan. Then his head spun, and Reno slapped him hard, then kissed him deeply, biting Rude’s lip as he drew back. “Tell me damn it, tell me.” He cock thrust into Rude again making him spasm in pleasure.

“Fuck me, Reno, fuck me,” cried out Rude, tears spilling out of the corner of his eyes, “I need you, I need you.” And then Reno’s hand was on him, all that Rude needed to cum again, tears flowing from his eyes, cum from his cock, and words from his mouth, “Reno, god, Reno, only you Reno, only you.”

Reno cried out Rude’s name and came into his partner, and Rude let the last barrier fall down, “I love you, Reno, I love you,” and he held his partner now vulnerable, helpless in his own orgasm. Reno just collapsed on him, head on his shoulder, his weight heavy. They lay there, not moving, not talking, and aware that this was sacred, this was special. To move, to talk about it would somehow make it less. Holding on to each other in silence, the partners slid into sleep--together.