Page 64 of Concluded
That was the most beautiful sentence that Dee had ever heard.The core of it all, he thought, was that Achilles didn’t seem to value him for the magic Dee could do.Achilles saw in him a man of worth, a man who made good choices, a man who had a place in the world.
Dee sank to his knees and took Achilles’ cock into his mouth.
Dee had given head only twice before.He’d never been especially interested in the act, but now he wanted it desperately.Wanted to kneel in front of Achilles, worshiping him in the most intimate way, making Achilles temporarily forget all his worries.Dee feared he wasn’t very good, however, since he couldn’t take all of Achilles’ length without choking.
Then Achilles grabbed Dee’s hair—hard, with both hands—and moaned deeply, and Dee decided maybe he wasn’t so bad at this after all.He experimented with different movements of his hand, tongue, and lips, glancing up often to see what had the best impact.When he scraped his teeth ever-so-gently against tender skin, Achilles groaned and gripped Dee’s hair even more tightly.
Looking up at Achilles’ flushed skin, his wide-blown pupils, Dee realized that he could very likely come just like this, his own cock untouched, simply from the pleasure of pleasuring Achilles.
Before Dee could explore that intriguing idea, however, Achilles hauled him upright, dragged him to the bed, pushed him down, and threw himself on top.“Too rough?”he panted, cradling Dee’s face in his hands.
“Take me apart, piece by piece,” Dee repeated, meaning every word of it.
They groped each other roughly, thrillingly, learning new topography and making it their own.Achilles had firm muscles despite his recent misadventures.His skin, marred in places with divots, ridges, and furrows, was otherwise pleasingly soft.Dee wanted to burrow into him, make a living robe of him, taste him even in his dreams.
When Achilles probed a single spit-slick finger between Dee’s cheeks, all that Dee yearned for was to engulf him.“Please,” he begged, hoping that Achilles knew what he meant.
“I don’t have lube.Or rubbers.”
“Don’t care.”
It might have been foolish to proceed without either, but Dee was very much in acarpe diemsort of mood.For all he knew, gun-toting bears and evil ex-congresswomen would burst in on them five minutes from now and he’d never again have this opportunity.It was absolutely worth the pain and risk.
Achilles must have thought the same.He growled into Dee’s ear, sounding very much like a bear himself, then rose up, but only so he could flip Dee over.When Dee hastily gathered his knees beneath him, Achilles gave his ass a couple of appreciative squeezes and then, with a happy sort of sound, used his tongue to wet and loosen the tight ring of muscles.
Dee clutched the bedcover and thought frantically of the least sexy things possible.Recycling collection schedules.American cheese.Stock market tickers.But not even software terms and conditions could calm him down, and by the time Achilles stopped tonguing him and instead pressed the tip of his cock slightly in, Dee was almost sobbing with need.
“Fuck me, dammit.Please.Gods, Achilles.”
Achilles leaned down over Dee’s back so he could whisper in his ear: “Well, when you ask so nicely….”Then he reared back up, grabbed Dee’s hips, and pushed inside.
Dee literally saw stars.There was some pain, yes, because it had been a long time since Dee had done this, and Achilles was not being at all gentle.Dee didn’t want him to be gentle.What Dee wanted was exactly what he was getting: deep thrusts making him burn, a bruising grip on his hips, soft words tumbling from Achilles’ mouth in a torrent.
“Yes, Dee, beloved, good, so good, Dee….”There was also a lot of Greek, which Dee didn’t understand, but it sounded poetic, as if Achilles had been possessed by the spirit of Homer himself.Except there were also plenty of English profanities, and those sounded entirely like Achilles.
Dee himself didn’t say much.Couldn’t say much, although he managed some coherent pleas in between his whimpers and moans.He teetered right at the edge, trying his best not to fall.
“What do you need, Dee?”Achilles asked, still rocking his hips.
Andthatwas enough.Dee tumbled, electrified and ecstatic, disintegrating into endless points of bright light.
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Dozing in Achilles’arms, Dee felt stupidly optimistic.He didn’tknowthat they’d survive whatever was coming.In fact, if he thought about it logically, his doubts were many and entirely realistic.But hefeltdifferently.Felt, in fact, as if they’d already won.Post-coital endorphins, probably, but nice nonetheless.
“Icarus,” he said sleepily into Achilles’ shoulder.
“Huh?”
“I flew too close to the sun.”
“I’m not the sun.”Achilles drew back a little so that they were face to face.“Did I hurt you?Are you having regrets?”His brow was drawn with concern.
Dee reached up to smooth the crease away.“You hurt me deliciously, and I have zero regrets.I don’t mind being Icarus.I mean, it must have been glorious for him for a while, right?”
Achilles’ expression relaxed.“This wasn’t….It’s never been like that for me.Why do I feel like this about you?What’s going on?”
“You’re asking me?”Dee chuckled.But then doubt stabbed him.“Are you sorry?Do you wish I?—”
