Into Another World - Sean's Story 19

Into Another World - Sean's Story

Part 19

Posted: June 8, 2007
Title: Into Another World - Sean's Story
Author: Ian Howe

Warnings: Kink.

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It was still night. Sean looked at the man sleeping in his arms, Christian. He had been woken by soft whimpers, when the younger man had been caught in the throes of a nightmare. Sean didn't blame him. With that kind of past... He'd told Christian in a soft voice that he was safe now, and drawn soothing circles on the trembling back with his fingertips.

Now the young Brit was sound asleep, and no sign of trouble could be detected in his even breathing. Sean's arm was wrapped around him, protecting him. Christian's head rested on the blond's chest and Sean felt strangely moved by the breath tickling his skin.

To his surprise, Sean realised that he enjoyed holding Christian. There was nothing awkward about feeling him close, not even when he noticed that the younger man was hard against his thigh. And why wouldn't it be? Sean was hard himself; fuck, every man woke hard, and to get up and empty his bladder would mean to wake Christian. No, it simply felt too good to lie here.

The subject of his musings sighed softly, nuzzled Sean's chest. A sleepy, "So good..." emerged in the soft lilting voice, and the hand resting on the blond's chest twitched and accidentally brushed a nipple.

Sean gasped, knowing that Christian was still asleep, even when the hardness against his thigh was pressed closer. He wasn't surprised by the involuntary reaction. If Christian had been a woman in his bed, Sean would have reacted in exactly the same fashion. No, what he hadn't expected was the sheer eroticism of the movement, and he felt the fondness for his fellow Brit quickly mingle with desire.

Feeling slightly guilty towards the younger men for – no, he wasn't taking advantage; Christian would surely welcome it, only all this was so bloody weird – Sean began to caress Christian's nape, kiss his hair. The young man smelled fresh and clean.

He grew bolder, ran his free hand along Christian's arm and was rewarded with another soft sigh. His hand found a trail down to the slender hip and caressed it, frowning when he encountered a patch of rough skin in sharp contrast to the softness elsewhere.

Sean swallowed hard. He'd almost forgotten the brand. Very gently, his hand continued to caress the marred skin, wishing he could take the pain and humiliation away.

Christian sighed again and rubbed his groin harder on the blond's thigh. Sean bit his lips, an idea forming in his mind. He knew he couldn't make the terrible punishment be undone, but he suddenly had a plan of how to make the young man happy for once. Christian would recognise it as what it was: a token of his friendship. He smiled to himself, then slid his hand under Christian's waist band and slowly pushed the black boxers down.

The silk revealed the younger man's cock and Sean paused. His hand cupped Christian's arse cheek and he was once more amazed how supple the skin was. The caress brought another soft moan from Christian, and the other's stiff cock drooled a small string of pre-come onto the blond's thigh.

Smiling, Sean slowly led his hand to Christian's lower belly, enjoying the warm, soft skin once more, not quite ready to go any further. Instead, he took a closer look at the other's sex. Never voluntarily having been so close to an erect man before, his curiosity was peaked.

Christian was clean-shaven, his balls resting against Sean's thigh. The young Brit's cock appeared to be shorter, but thicker than his own. The crown peeked through a collar of foreskin and small droplets of moisture appeared at the tiny reddened slit. Sean felt tempted to bend down and lick at them, find out if they tasted of the honey dew he expected for some weird reason.

Very delicately, he extended his index finger and touched the swollen head, drawing a sigh from Christian. There, he had done it; he had touched the other man's cock and he still felt it was the right thing to do. Less hesitant now, he wrapped his hand carefully around the shaft and weighed it, took the velvety heaviness in. Christian whimpered and began to make tiny, rocking movements with his hips.

Thus encouraged, Sean gave the warm, firm length a tentative stroke. Christian mewled softly, and Sean repeated the movement, feeling elated to have evoked this reaction. He opened his hand after a few more strokes and moved it closer to the tip. The tiny, disappointed wail he got in response turned to a contented purr when he closed his hand once more and his next stroke gently peeled the foreskin down over the rim.

This was rewarded with a gasped "Nnh!" and a slight tremor rippled through the young man's body. Sean watched in fascination as more pre-come oozed from the slit, and he rubbed his thumb gently over the frenulum to spread the pearly liquid over the swollen crown. Another gasp, more an "Ungh!" this time, but obviously Christian liked what Sean was doing.

Christian's trembling increased when Sean continued to stroke, and he wrapped his arm tighter around the young man's shoulders. A movement on his chest made him look up and he met Christian's eyes, dark with need. The other's face was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and he was panting lightly. Sean nearly fainted. Why hadn't he noticed before how beautiful Christian was in his desire?

Licking his lips nervously, the blond tried to think of something to say when Christian raised his face in invitation. Suddenly, the world only consisted of Christian's mouth, the thin yet sensuous lips moist and parted, the tiny pink tongue-tip showing. Sean moved closer, touched those lips with his own, and let his tongue probe the other's mouth. His tongue met Christian's and both men gasped at the contact. Sean slid his tongue deeper into Christian's mouth, sampling him.

Christian tasted sweet and Sean found he couldn't get enough of him. His breathing hitched and the grip on the younger man's cock tightened. Christian groaned and shuddered, pressing closer and thrusting into Sean's hand, the sounds he emitted taking on a desperate note that went straight to Sean's cock. The hand on his chest fumbling for purchase sent another signal down to the blond's groin and he stroked faster. Christian moaned louder and Sean stabbed his tongue deeply and rhythmically into the younger man's mouth.

Gods, he wanted Christian, and this was almost like fucking him! Sean had always prided himself on being a skilled lover and making sure that the pleasure of his partner came before his own, a part of his own sexual satisfaction being the knowledge that he could take his partner to heaven. He found that he had the same goal now with Christian.

Looking deep into Christian's eyes, Sean continued to kiss him, suck at his tongue, and stroke him until he suddenly felt the cock in his hand thicken. The young man's body went stiff; his widening eyes burned into Sean's, and the hand on the blond's chest tightened on a nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain to his own cock. Sean groaned into Christian's mouth. Then, the body in his arms jerked violently. He felt warm liquid pulse over his hand and onto his thigh when the young man erupted into a silent but hard climax. Christian's back arched in orgasm, then he went limp.

Sean's nipple throbbed, and his cock – best not think about it. This had been about Christian, not himself. His eyes fell onto the other's nipples. The tiny nubs were stiff and erect, and seeing them made his cock leap. Sean groaned inwardly. As soon as Christian had recovered his breath, he'd have to excuse himself and go to the bathroom to stroke off. It wouldn't take more than a minute; fuck, he'd explode from a single touch!

There was a slight movement on his chest, and Sean almost came when his nipple was sucked between Christian's lips and the young man began to worry at it. Christian scraped his teeth lightly over the bud and the blond cursed. Fuck, that felt incredible!

Christian let go of the nipple and pressed the palm of his hand against the blond's crotch. Sean opened his mouth, but no words came out, his brain clearly preoccupied with other tasks than speaking. With a smile, Christian got up, told Sean he'd be back in a second, and went to the bathroom.

Before the blond had time to catch his breath, Christian returned and freed his aching erection from the silk boxers. No way was he telling the younger man off now. Even a Saint couldn't have done that. He felt close to fainting; all his blood had pooled in his groin.

Christian settled between the blond's legs and began to apply tiny licks to Sean's balls. Sean's head thrashed and he felt he was about to lose it when a deft hand gently pulled the swollen glands downward. He almost cried with disappointment. Gods, he needed to come so badly, didn't Christian see that? Then, the licks continued down to his perineum, poking at the sensitive spot behind his balls and he moaned, his cock twitching, begging to be touched.

While Christian held Sean's balls, his other hand began to massage his perineum where a tongue began to lick a wet trail down to his cleft, to his... his...! He knew that Christian wouldn't fuck him, but did he really plan to put his tongue down there?

It felt incredible. The clever tongue circled his puckering hole, and Sean's hands gripped at the sheet. He felt dizzy and realised that he had stopped breathing. Gasping for air, he wasn't prepared for the jolt of pleasure when Christian's tongue prodded his entrance and the tip slipped into him.

A large burst of pre-come shot out, almost a mini-orgasm, and Sean couldn't help a loud groan. It was followed by a disappointed wail when the tongue was withdrawn. "Oh, please..."

Smiling at Sean, Christian nodded. He shifted his position and moved his face closer to the blond's engorged cock. A lick at the quickly-pulsing vein brought another groan from the blond. Sean's imagination went into hyper-drive, remembering the heat of the younger man's mouth. Oh yes, please, don't make me wait!

His wish was granted. Christian licked along the vein, then wrapped his lips around the throbbing crown and sucked lightly. Sean's head thrashed and he began to moan constantly now. If only Christian would let go of his balls! However, the young Brit had other plans. Sean felt the massage of his perineum extend to his cleft, and a finger tapped against his entrance. His moans increased. Please! A finger! Please touch that spot deep inside me!

Sean's breathing hitched when Christian slowly slid a slick finger into him. Please! Deeper! Another finger! The suckling on his crown continued and Christian's tongue was probing at Sean's slit. Oh yes, right there! Christian's finger entered deeper and curled until it found the spongy gland. Sean cried out and bucked madly when jolts of liquid fire coursed through his body.

The shout of pleasure turned into surprise when the blond felt a sharp sensation at his slit. Maybe it wasn't real pain, but it was something he'd never felt before, and he wasn't sure he liked it. The feeling was at best one of strong irritation and it took him a moment to figure out that it originated inside his cock! What the fuck was Christian doing – pressing his tongue inside? That couldn't be!

Christian looked up, his mouth still open, and Sean saw that the young man had re-inserted some of the piercings he had removed the night before. A vicious-looking one-inch spike stuck out from his tongue and Sean shuddered. His body froze when Christian aimed for his cock again, but he was speechless, couldn't say anything to stop the younger man.

Again, the finger rubbed against his pleasure spot and Sean cried out in ecstasy. He whined when he felt something nudge his slit, then slowly enter. Oh Gods, it burned! Oh fuck! And it got worse with each fraction of an inch that the metal was relentlessly pushed into him. Yet he had never been so aroused before. The pressure was almost unbearable, and Sean was about to protest when he felt the piece of metal being withdrawn – then slammed in to the hilt!

Sean cried out again, still not attempting to stop Christian from doing this. What was happening to him? It hurt, but he wanted it to continue. He let himself fall into the sensation when Christian began to literally fuck his slit with the spike. His balls felt like coconuts, but the hands held steady. Gods, he needed to come!

His body was twitching as if he held a live wire from the bolts sent out by his prostate. The pressure on his gland increased when Christian added a second and third finger. His ring muscle hurt from the stretch, but as with the thing in his cock, it only added to his arousal.

Sean's brain had long ago gone off-line. He had lost all sense of time and space, feeling only the incredible stimulation in his lower body. Almost hoarse from shouting out his pleasure, it took him a moment to understand that the tight grip on his balls was gone. Instead, the hand kneaded the painfully hardened glands and cradled them against his perineum. All three fingers in his arse stroked hard at his sweet spot and the plug was once more shoved deeply inside his slit, then suddenly withdrawn, immediately followed by a fountain of hot seed, pumped out in endless, painful gushes from his tortured balls. Sean screamed in agony, ecstasy, not able to differentiate between the two even had he wanted to. Then, somebody threw the main switch.

Hearing returned first, then vision. Christian, smiling at him, was busy with a soft cloth wiping his belly clean. Suddenly, the younger man's smile turned insecure. "You'd have told me to stop, wouldn't you?"

Sean took Christian's hand and squeezed it. "Don't worry. It was wonderful." He smiled and was relieved to see the smile return on the other's face, too.

Looking down shyly, Christian replied in his soft voice, "You are wonderful, Sean." He blushed and finished cleaning Sean in silence, then went to the bathroom with the soiled cloth.

Despite feeling blissfully happy, Sean was confused. He wasn't sure what to think of what had happened. So, they had had sex. But not sex, it was – whatever it was, it had been the most powerful experience he could remember in his entire life. Still, if the others found out, they wouldn't understand.

Christian returned from the cubicle and Sean felt a pang of fear. What if it had been only sex? He needed to know! Gesturing to the younger man to come closer, he asked shakily, "This was something special, wasn't it?" The plea in his voice was palpable.

Meeting Sean's eyes, Christian replied quietly, "It was, Sean, and it is only between you and me." His voice was trembling with emotion.

With a deep sigh, Sean drew the younger man into his arms. "Only between you and me," he repeated. "Uh... I... the others...?"

Christian smiled. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. If I return to my room now, no one will know."

"I... Will I see you in the library later?" Sean wasn't sure how to handle this. He felt as if he missed Christian already, before he had even left.

"I can't wait," Christian said. He kissed Sean's cheek, whispered, "I love you!" then left the room before Sean had a chance to reply.

Sean was woken in the early morning by a servant telling him that the Sheik wished to see him now. Puzzled, he wondered how on Earth Urban could have found out. He knew he could trust Christian not to tell. Maybe someone had seen the young Brit leave? He couldn't recall hearing steps after Christian had left, but then, everything was hazy after Christian had told him that he–

The servant coughed and the blond hurried to put his boxers on.

Entering the Sheik's office, Sean found a weary-looking Karl with a pained expression on his face and a worried Ian. Urban pointed to a pile of neatly-folded clothes on his desk.

"Please get dressed, Sean. You'll be leaving for London in ten minutes."

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