In Seattle, it was a rare, beautiful, sunny day. The tête-à-têtes were just starting to bloom. You could easily leave the house without a coat, or even a t-shirt. But none of that mattered to Garret and Steve. Sworn enemies, they had been fighting each other for years, a fight started for reasons both had long since forgotten. Garret knew he was in the wrong, but with how hot and steamy the apartment was getting, everything felt oh-so-very right.
“You’ll never get away with this!” moaned Steve, tugging at the velvet red ropes that crisscrossed his body before biting his lower lip. His arms laid exposed, on account of the pleasant weather outside. His muscular, toned body shone lightly of perspiration. His eyes were on the one thing he coveted most: Garret’s earrings.
Garret leaned in close. “I hope you’ll understand why I have to do this,” he purred, lightly floating his hand down Steve’s toned chest. Steve was wearing his iconic blue spandex suit, which had nice red accents on the chest, arms, crotch, and legs; Garret’s favorite parts. His red cape, bunched up behind him, flirtatiously covered his left thigh. All the same, one could not help but notice the unmistakeably bulge that sat, engorged between his legs. At the tip of his package, a little drop of moisture that couldn’t otherwise be explained by his otherwise shining, sweaty body.
“Clearly, you’re more than a little excited to be here,” Garret said, letting the slightest touch of his fingertips caress Steve’s shoulders before disappearing behind his back. “But I know there is something else you want.”
Now whispering in his ear, just out of view, Garret made his offer:
“I’m going to untie you now. You could get up and leave. But I know you won’t. You don’t want to, do you?”
The red velvet ropes dropped to the ground with a dull thud.
Garret’s sleek black spandex-fit body slid quietly back around.
“Any time. Your choice.”
As if breaking from a trance, Steve leapt up, years of sexual tension being released in an instant. Faster and stronger than a cheetah he pinned Garret against the wall, his arms tangled with his high above their heads.
Garret smiled for a minute, and in a graceful move pushed off the wall before pinning Steve where he once was.
“Believe me, I’m not the the only thing you’ll get tonight,” Garret whispered in Steve’s ear.
“I know something about you,” he began, rolling Steve’s left earlobe between his own moist, strong, but gentle lips. He knew what Steve wanted.
He moved to the corner of his jaw, just barely brushing his lips against the delicate hairs of his lovers’ mandible.
“… something you’ll never admit to anyone…”
He sunk a little lower, suckling on his neck, just hard enough to leave a mark.
“… not even yourself…”
He brought himself up to eye-level.
“Is it alright if I do this?”
Steve moaned yes while gently nodding his head.
Garret pulled their hands down, over his own body.
“You know you want to…”
With a sudden swiftness, he kicked out Steve’s legs, crumbling him to the ground. With unmatchable speed and strength, he pinned him with his powerful thighs, crushing the air from his body.
He grabbed Steve by the hair, lovingly pinning his head against the light blue wall of their apartment. Steve resisted playfully.
“I know you villainous scum want one thing. Something so freaky no-one else could love you, but me.”
Garret spat, just narrowly missing Steve’s face. Speckles of his saliva shown like diamonds on Steve’s face.
He reached down and undid his belt. He brought it back like a whip.
“You deserve to be punished, you know. You’ve been a bad boy, don’t you know.”
Steve pleaded, not for mercy, but for more. Garret hesitated, a devious smile spreading across his face.
“… but a good pup like you is more use to me in service.”
He looped the belt around Steve’s neck, and pulled it tight.
“If you’re going to be at the end of my leash, understand that I’ll have certain expectations for you. But a good pup can always expect his reward.”
He dragged the erogenous mess of Steve across the floor, Steve’s engorged member quivering in sync with every tug as Garret pulled him across the floor as the asphyxiation only heightened his senses. Still, his eyes locked on to the one thing he had yearned for: that one patch behind Garret’s ear, nestled amongst a horde of gems and gold earrings.
They made their way across the floor to Steve’s favorite part of the room.
“You know what I need from you. Up!” Garret commanded.
“Your touch can open only one of two things in this apartment. My pants and your safe.”
Much to Steve’s disappointment, Garret slowly unwound his belt from Steve’s neck.
“You know you want to…”
He guided Steve’s hand first to the large Sentry safe’s thumbprint scanner before pinning himself with Steve’s body.
“Do it…” he purred.
Steve’s arm trembled, never thinking this moment would come. What he’d always wanted.
He reached out, fingers gently curling around the first of Garret’s three gold earrings.
He slowly unbuckled each one, his member growing stiffer and twitching with every click. He moved quickly now, so close. His body strained with anticipation. His arm whipped out, almost automatically and sealed the earrings in the safe with a resounding thud. The wrong move, the wrong touch would send his twitching cock over the edge, finishing before he’d even started.
But it wasn’t just those earrings that Steve yearned for. It was Garret’s flesh tunnel. The object of his fixation. The one thing that connected his pretty face to that delicate, thin, yet oddly masculine patch behind his ear.
They both unzipped their pants. Garret was just as hard as he was. Their penises touched, foreskin delicately kissing one another. Garret reached down and caressed Steve.
“Do it…” he whispered.
It was the final push Steve needed. He stuck his tongue in, feeling every wrinkle in the whole left behind in Garret’s ear, and that patch behind he so desperately craved.
Garret started gently stroking his lover’s cock. His other hand gave his ass cheek a squeeze, before pushing gently, firmly, knowledgeably against his asshole.
Steve collapsed almost instantly, white cum spewing forth like a fire hydrant.
Garret came down hard, balling the blue latex of Steve’s jumpsuit in his strong, meaty fist.
Steve’s member still twitched, somehow not in refractory. Garret took notice.
“I’m gunna ride that cock, call it a chicken jockey.”