…or, Good Clean Fun

If the show had been incredible, the sex that followed it was fucking unbelievable. No pun intended.

Iason had started trying to scoop me up in his arms as soon as we arrived at the inn, a three story building that looked like it had started life as somebody’s mansion. He kept grabbing at my legs all the way up the stairs. When we got to the third floor, I gave in. I was keyed up enough that I wanted to be manhandled a bit, and didn’t care if some stranger I’d never see again happened to look out their door at that moment and see us staggering around like a couple of drunken newlyweds.

Not that Iason staggered much. He was strong for his size, and we didn’t have far to go. He managed to balance on one leg so he could get our door open while he supported me with one arm and a knee.

“You could just set me down,” I said as he juggled me and the key.

“No, this is good practice for our wedding night.”

I snorted.

“What?” he said.

“Keep dreaming,” I said.

“I will, thank you very much,” he said, and got the door open. He stepped sideways through it, then turned around to give me a sweeping view of it.

It was one large room, dominated by a king-sized bed. The bathroom was a tiled area in a corner that was screened from sight by a giant pane of frosted glass. A giant whirlpool tub stood in the adjacent corner, flanked by mirrored walls.

Iason threw me down onto the bed, went over to the tub and started a stream of water going. He killed the lights, then set the music box we’d gotten on top of the TV and opened it. Tiny illusionary forms began to dart and wheel in the air above it as the music from the concert played.

A blurry little image couldn’t have the same effect as a real living dragon, but just hearing the first notes was enough to throw my mind back into the experience and get my blood pumping again. I started fumbling with my belt buckle.

“Stop,” Iason said.

He strode over to the bed, took my hands off my belt and moved them down to my side. He undid my belt and pulled it off, then slid down and carefully untied one shoe and then the other before pulling them off one at a time. He stopped and looked my fully-clothed body up and down, as if he wasn’t sure what to do next.

“Haven’t you ever heard the expression ’strike while the iron’ is hot?” I teased. His slow pace was grating on me. I was ready to go, and had been since halfway through the first act of the concert.

“When you are as hot as I am, the iron can be made to wait,” he said, smirking.

I started to pull my shirt off, but he grabbed my wrists and held them.

“You’ve got this whole taking-advantage-of-people thing backwards all of a sudden,” I said.

“Why don’t you think we will get married?” he asked me.

“Ignoring all the reasons why I might not want to, it’s just not possible,” I said. “Human law wouldn’t allow it, and no elven priest is going to sanction the marriage of a thirty-year-old.”

“I won’t be thirty forever.”

“By the time you’re a hundred, I’ll be pushing ninety,” I said. “I hope to still be pretty spry at that age, but that doesn’t mean it’ll be a pretty picture.”

“I might find a priest who would make an exception if I explained I was marrying a mortal who would be old and decrepit by the time I was fully of age,” Iason said.

“Who are you calling mortal, mortal?” I asked, pulling my hands away from him. “Anyway, why are you talking about marriage? We just met this week.”

“I told you that I was a hunter and you were my chosen prey,” he said. He grabbed me by the shoulders and rolled me over onto my side, spooning in up against me. “Why would I work so hard to bring you down if I didn’t think you were a suitable trophy?” he whispered into my ear.

“I’m just going to pretend that’s as flattering as you think it is,” I said. “But don’t you think this kind of talk is premature?”

“In what way?”

“Well, you might get to know me and decide I’m not the prize you think I am,” I said. “And then there’s the little matter of what I think and feel.”

“Small obstacles like that make the hunt more enjoyable,” he said. He rolled us over so that his body was stretched out on top of me. He kissed the back of my neck as his dick twitched against the back of my thigh. “But I must always keep the ultimate goal in sight.”

“I thought you were just enjoying the here and now,” I said. “You keep saying we’ll enjoy today and if we want to stick around tomorrow, we will.”

“Of course. But why would I waste time on you today if I didn’t think you’d want to stick around tomorrow, and the day after that? Why would you spend your present with somebody if you aren’t sure there is a future with them?”

“Well, nobody plans on a relationship failing,” I said. “But—”

“Exactly,” Iason said.

“So, if I told you there was no way I’d ever marry you, what would you do?”

“I would disbelieve you.”

“You mean, you wouldn’t take no for an answer,” I said.

“No. I do not believe that when the time comes, the answer will be no,” he said. “Even if you think that is what you believe now.”

“Yeah, well, I think you’re cruising for disappointment down the road,” I said. “Though, it wouldn’t hurt your chances to be nicer to people.”

“Oh, no, I don’t want to make things too easy on myself,” he said. “I enjoy the added challenge that being myself poses.”

“Yeah, good luck with that,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Thank you, Iamie, but I have to say it’s been working well so far,” he said. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and started to peel it off me.

“Finally,” I said. He physically rebuffed my attempt to help him get my pants off.

Once I was completely nude, he stripped himself in a flash and then he was back on top of me. I’d never taken it lying on my stomach, but that was hardly my favorite position for giving. It was hard to find the smoothest angle to enter from, and Iason was continuing to avoid the easy path; he climbed astride my legs instead of between them, holding them together with his own.

“I hope you’re not planning on forcing your way in like that,” I said.

“Relax, Iamie,” he said.

Since that’s what most people tell you when they’re trying to get their cock inside your asshole, it wasn’t reassuring, but it seemed he was still making the iron wait. He slid back and forth with his cock wedged between my cheeks, continuing to kiss the back of my neck. Once I figured out what he was doing, I clenched around him to give him more resistance.

The feeling of his hard flesh brushing up against my backside—right there but not right there—was feeding my growing arousal and frustration. Every time I tried to reach underneath to touch myself, he blocked my way. He ground his way to a pair of moaning orgasms while I tried to get some traction on the bedspread, and it seemed like he was going for a third.

“Iason, I’m going crazy,” I said. “I need you to fuck me.”

“What’s that, Iamie?” he asked, panting.

“I said, I need you to fuck me,” I repeated.

“A little louder, please?” I could hear the self-satisfied smirk.

“Get off, Iason,” I said, pushing my upper body up off the bed.

“I am,” he said, though he slid off my back and rolled onto the bed beside me.

He grinned at me. I glared at him.

“I was just, what is the phrase? Killing some time until the bath was drawn,” he said, gesturing towards the tub, which I’d honestly forgotten was running. “I am afraid I neglected to bring my little bottle with me, so unless you care to inquire for some at the front desk, I think it might be our best bet.”

“You planned a weekend of butt sex and didn’t bring any lube?”

“A weekend? Iamie, let us get through one night before we start talking about the rest of the weekend. As for the rest, I believe I have said that planning is not my forte.”

“Right, and I’m supposed to believe that this isn’t like you going to the restaurant without any money,” I said. “You aren’t getting inside my ass dry.”

“Dry? Of course not,” he said. He gestured towards the tub again. “You can’t tell me you have never had sex without artificial lubrication.”

“Yeah, when I was twelve and didn’t know any better,” I said. “It hurt like hell, and I’m not about to repeat the experience with a guy who’s so much bigger than anybody else I’ve been with.” I kicked myself when I realized what I was saying, but Iason was impassive. “What, no reaction to that one?”

“None at all. I took it as a given. Try it in the hot tub with me, Iamie,” he said. “If it isn’t comfortable, I am sure there is lotion by the sink.”

“You’ll stop if I say stop,” I said.

“I did before, just now,” he said.

“Yeah, you did,” I admitted. “Okay.”

I let him take my hand and lead me over to the tub, then help me up onto the dais and over the side. He turned off the water and activated the swirling vortex effect, then climbed in with me.

We kissed. He fondled my balls and played with my shaft under the frothy water, and then we laced our legs together and made out with our cocks rubbing against each other. I traced the lines of his tattoos over his chest and shoulders with my tongue, then sucked and bit his nipple. He started to grope my backside. I moaned as his fingertip brushed around my asshole, then pushed inside it.

“You see, you are warming up nicely,” he said, after fingering me for a while. “Are you ready?”

“I’ve been ready,” I said.

He pulled me onto his lap, and with a little shifting around we found the position. His cock head pierced me with a little more resistance than I was used to, but it didn’t pinch as much as I thought it would.

He pulled me down slowly. The warmth and the wet wasn’t enough of a substitute for lubrication that I could bounce up and down, but he worked his way into me until I was fully impaled and then leaned me over the side of the tub, where he started to thrust.

I relaxed around him as best as I could, enjoying the feeling of being fucked by a hot elven guy. My hot elven guy, apparently, for as long as I wanted him.

As familiar as the situation was, it felt different. I felt fuller, stretched thinner. I could feel every bit of his dick inside me. It seemed much more intimate to be doing this without a protective layer of oil separating his skin from my insides.

Protective.

Protection.

“Ring!” I gasped. “Ring! Ring!”

Iason laughed.

“Look at your left hand, Iamie,” he said, and I saw the small circlet on my finger.

“When?” I gasped. One syllable was about all I was good for.

“You are a very easily distracted boy,” he said, and then he really went to town.

By the time I blew out my consecutive fourth load, my ass felt beat and I was feeling badly overheated. Yes, the hot tub added something, but I wouldn’t want it all the time. Iason carried me to the bed, where he kissed my body and then proceeded to fuck me all over again, in a much more careful and even tender fashion. He came again and again while I had things that were like orgasms, but not as intense or messy.

He finally stopped when I cried out. My cock was getting tingly and super-sensitive, and his felt like it was scraping me raw every time it brushed against my sweet spot.

“Enough?” he asked, sliding out of me.

“Too much,” I breathed.

“It’s a shame,” he said, sitting on the bed with a smile as big as his glistening erection. “I’m up for so much more.”

He didn’t have to ask. I got down and started sucking like my life depended on it.

Okay, yes, it had just come out of my ass when I stuck it in my mouth. I’m going to say just once that if anal sex was as visibly nasty and dirty as most people—people who never have any reason to be aware of their ass except when they’re doing really non-sexual stuff with it in the course of their day—think it is, I wouldn’t do it in the first place. Sometimes you see something that you don’t want to, but it can be pretty clean.

I wouldn’t blow a guy who’d just pulled out of somebody else. The thought of sharing a cock was a turn-on, but I preferred a little time and a shower to come between uses. I’m a pretty clean guy, though, and we’d had our first go-round of the evening in a bathtub full of hot water. I wasn’t squeamish about the fact that his dick was in my mouth, I hadn’t been squeamish about the fact that it had been in my ass, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to be squeamish about those two facts coming together.

Iason had given me an incredible evening, of which the sex hadn’t even been the highpoint, and that was nothing against the sex. Hell yeah I sucked him until he patted me on the head and said he was done, and then I sucked a little longer. Cock might be an acquired taste, but I’d acquired it at an early age and I didn’t taste anything on him but him.

“Tomorrow, I’m buying you a tattoo,” he said, as we crawled into bed, both totally sated.

He’d turned the volume on the music box down to almost nothing, but let the illusionary dragons continue to drift through the air over it. I watched them sleepily, seeing the three dragons of Wings and Things in my head.

“Okay,” I said, after thinking about it. Why not? I was an adult, mostly. It could be months before my mom saw it. By that point I could act like it was no big deal. “How about an Imperial Blue dragon on my shoulder?”

“How about a stag on your hip?” Iason suggested.

“Yeah, how about I just get your name written across my ass?” I said, glaring at him.

“Wonderful! If I had known you were going to be so reasonable about it, that would have been my first suggestion,” he said.

I hit him with my pillow.

“Let’s compromise,” he said. “A stag on your shoulder.”

“I decide what does or doesn’t go on my body,” I said. “I’ll get a dragon on my left shoulder, and if we stay together a bit longer I’ll think about getting a stag on my right one. If you want to be difficult about this, though, we’ll just skip the whole thing.”

“Who’s being difficult?” he said. “We’re just having a conversation. We’ll have a big breakfast in bed, then check out and find someplace to get you inked and pierced.”

“Pierced?” I repeated. “What exactly do you think I’m having pierced?”

“I thought to start, we could do your ears, nipples, and—”

“Let’s start with my ears,” I said.