Page 34 of Fighter
While they were talking, footage of Kris and Linc walking along the beach hand in hand played, then footage of them making out in the water. The screen finally settled on the top deck of the boat, Kris holding Linc’s face in his hands, kissing him deliberately, passionately.
At one point, Linc pushed Kris’s body up and off him until they were both standing. He reached up and traced the outline of Kris’s eyes with his fingers, trailing them down Kris’s cheekbones, over his strong jawline, down his neck. Linc held Kris’s head in his hands as he stood on his toes, leaning up and kissing his man softly but eagerly.
The camera followed them as they made their way to the lower deck of the boat. There were cushioned seats lined up along the outer side of the boat, and Kris pushed Linc down onto one of them. His eyes roamed over every inch of flesh he could see while he palmed his dick through the thin shorts, the eagerness obvious in his gaze. Ever so slowly, Kris mapped out Linc’s body with his tongue, licking his way from Linc’s Adam’s apple to his navel without taking a breath. Linc moaned and writhed underneath him.
Kris ran his tongue in circles over Linc’s belly button while he ran the tips of his fingers underneath the waistband of Linc’s swim trunks. Then the shorts were being lowered as Kris trailed his tongue farther south, running his nose along the length of Linc’s rock-hard cock. At this point Linc was still sitting up, so Kris helped him maneuver himself until he was lying down on the bench seat and wasted no time kneeling and taking Linc’s cock into his mouth, sucking and laving.
“Jesus!” Linc gasped. Kris looked up the length of Linc’s body, seeing glassy eyes and lust-blown pupils. He pushed Linc’s legs up, bending the man in half, maintaining that intense eye contact as he ran the tip of his tongue along the underside of Linc’s cock, over his taint, then circling his hole.
“Goddamn!” Linc cried out, his back bowing up off the bench when Kris swallowed his rod with one suck, the head of his dick tickling the opening of Kris’s esophagus. Kris teased and tortured Linc for a few minutes, licking and sucking on his balls and taint.
“Fuuuuuck, don’t stop, babe, feels so good.” Linc whimpered, and Kris could tell he was already on the edge by the way his man wiggled and moaned underneath him. As much as Kris wanted to tongue-fuck his lover, he restrained, simply circling Linc’s puckered hole again with his tongue, refusing to dive all the way in and bring Linc to climax far too soon.
Something between a moan and whine fell off Linc’s lips when Kris pulled his mouth off Linc’s body and stood. He chuckled, smacking Linc’s ass, hard. Linc yelped, glaring at him and Kris grinned. “Roll over,” he said, his voice ragged and deep.
Linc stood instead, grabbing Kris and pushing him back against the railing, dropping to his knees and rubbing his face in Kris’s crotch and inhaling. “Fuck, you smell like a man, all sweat and sex.” Linc’s words were muffled by the material, but Kris heard him loud and clear. When he looked up into Kris’s eyes as he teased Kris’s shaft through the thin cotton of his swim trunks with his teeth, Kris groaned. Speaking of swimming, that was what Kris’s head was doing. He watched, dazed as Linc ran his fingers just under the drawstring waistband of his trunks. With each pass of Linc’s fingers across his waist, a little more skin was revealed, and the trunks traveled farther toward the deck of the boat.
The head of Kris’s cock peeked out of the top of the shorts, and Linc grabbed the bead of pre-come that nestled on the tip with a quick swipe of his tongue, otherwise ignoring the swollen member. Kris growled in frustration and reached for Linc’s head, so eager to kiss and nibble his lips, but Linc pulled away too fast. He smiled up at Kris deviously as he lowered the trunks to his feet and, after waiting for Kris to lift one foot, then the other, he tossed them over his shoulder.
Linc ran both hands up Kris’s hairy legs, tracing the tattoos on his thighs with his fingers, following that gentle touch with his tongue. Kris ran his hand through his own hair and gripped the ends in his fingers, hissing when Linc licked his cock, first one side, then the other. When he opened his eyes and looked down, he almost laughed out loud at what he saw. Linc was looking up at him, mouth full of cock, pupils completely shot, eyes brimming with need. But there lying across his feet, on his side, was Jordan, holding the camera dangerously close to Kris’s balls.
The bastard winked at him and blew him a fake kiss, and Kris had to look away, cough to cover the laugh that was just on the cusp of spilling out. Once he could no longer see Jordan, just feel Linc and what his talented boyfriend was doing with his mouth, Kris was able to immerse himself in the scene once more. He spread his legs wide, allowing Linc to slide his body closer to him as he deep throated Kris’s cock, sucking him into the moist heat of his mouth again, and again, and again.
When Kris felt the familiar tingle building up in his balls, he grabbed Linc by the hair and hauled him up, crushing the slightly smaller man to his body and ravishing his mouth. The kiss was sloppy but intense and made Kris’s head swim. When they came up for air, Kris circled Linc’s mouth with one finger, and Linc quickly taking the hint, sucked on the digit, gazing at Kris hungrily. Kris growled, jerking his thumb out of Linc’s mouth, hissing as his knuckle brushed against teeth. He held Linc still, hand fisted in his hair, nibbling his lover’s bottom lip while rubbing Linc’s spit over his quivering hole.
Linc gasped when the first finger entered him, followed by a low moan when one became two. Kris shivered with anticipation, anxious to see what sound Linc would produce when he inserted a third digit. Linc whimpered, lifting his right leg and resting his foot on the railing, allowing Kris to drive his fingers all the way into that tight passage. Linc rode Kris’s hand as they kissed and groped each other until he’d apparently tired of the teasing. “Are you ready to fuck me yet?” Linc’s tone was low and deep, almost desperate.
The look Kris gave him could only be described as devious, and with one swift move, Kris slid around behind him and pressed Linc’s naked body against the railing. Ever so slowly, he ran his tongue along the length of Linc’s spine, circling each tattoo with the tip. Linc jumped when Kris smacked him on the ass, but Kris held his body in place, manhandling his lover until he was bent over the bench on his knees with his gorgeous backside sticking straight up in the air, beckoning Kris to ride it.
Slowly and strategically, so that the camera caught every second, Kris stood, staring down at Linc, rolling the condom onto his throbbing shaft. If he wasn’t careful, he’d come all over himself before he even pushed his way inside Linc’s body. As if Linc could read his thoughts, he arched upward like a fucking cat, which caused his ass to lift farther up into the air, his cheeks opening slightly so his rosy, red pucker was staring up at Kris.
It was Linc’s turn to chuckle when Kris growled at him, reaching for the lube and pouring a generous amount into the palm of his hand. He rubbed his hands together before grabbing his cock and spreading the lube from one hand all along the length. The other hand slid into the crease of Linc’s ass, one finger circled his pucker, and Linc bowed up, hissing as Kris’s finger breached him.
Those three fingers slid inside Linc’s channel as Kris twisted them around, searching for the bundle of nerves that would send Linc soaring. He smiled when Linc gasped, his body jerked, and he then cried out Kris’s name. “Fuck! Stop fucking teasing me and fuck me already.” His eager lover growled at him, rocking his body back and forth, swallowing Kris’s lube-soaked digits. Linc groaned in protest when Kris removed his fingers from his pulsating channel, but there was a grin on his lips when Kris pressed the flared mushroom head of his dick against Linc’s puckered flesh.
Kris wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside Linc with one quick shove, but this was a shoot, so he had to make things look good for the camera. Instead, he gently began rocking his cock in and out of Linc, one inch at a time, holding Linc’s cheeks apart so that Andrew could get a good shot of the penetration.
Linc’s body quivered as soon as Kris was fully seated inside him. Kris wrapped his arm around Linc and pulled him up so his back was against Kris’s chest, Linc immediately laying his head on Kris’s shoulder, gyrating his hips with every thrust from Kris. They played their parts perfectly in the beginning, panting and moaning theatrically, sloppy kisses and purposeful movements pushing Kris to a point where he needed more. Sliding his cock from Linc’s ass, he pulled back, chuckling when Linc groaned in protest. Kris grabbed him, flipped him over, and laid Linc’s body onto the bench carefully, quickly settling between his legs and leaning in for a kiss.
Just as Kris’s tongue drove into Linc’s mouth, his cock drove into Linc’s body, and Linc hissed out a moan. He grabbed Linc’s legs and threw them over his shoulder as he thrust in deep, pulling a shout from Linc. “Fuck!” For the next twenty minutes, Kris played Linc’s body like a well-tuned violin. Bending, pushing and stretching their bodies to different angles and positions to make sure Andrew got enough variety with the footage he was shooting to make a best seller. Eventually though, they both passed the point of no return.
Kris could feel his balls tightening with every thrust. He tried desperately to slow his pace, but Linc was too far gone to allow it. And by this time, they’d been going at it for over an hour. First Linc wrapped his legs tight around Kris’s hips, pulling him in with each thrust. Then when Kris tried to pull out, Linc leaned up on his elbows and captured Kris’s mouth in a fierce kiss that was all teeth and tongue. “Fuck me like you mean it,” Linc protested, and Kris took that as a dare.
In one synchronized movement, Kris grabbed Linc’s ankles and held them both above his head; then with the other hand, he held Linc down by the throat and proceeded to fuck him, hard and fast. The deeper Kris thrust his shaft into Linc’s wanton body, the louder Linc screamed.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, right there. Oh, fuck yes, don’t stop, so close!” Linc managed to cry out as Kris fucked him so hard, he could swear the boat swayed underneath them.
When Kris knew he was beyond the point of no return, he leaned over and whispered into Linc’s ear, “I love watching you while I’m fucking you. You are so sexy with my thick cock driving into your body, writhing underneath me. I love fucking you Linc. And I fucking love you.” And with those words, Linc groaned out Kris’s name as he shot his load all over their bellies. Kris could hear Andrew’s muffled voice, something about sitting up so he could get the come shot.
Kris felt like his head would explode from the intensity of Linc’s orgasm. His channel had tightened around Kris’s cock to the point of suffocation. Kris had but two hands and one was wrapped around Linc’s neck, the other clasped around Linc’s leg as he pistoned his hips in jerky, uncoordinated thrusts. When Kris felt like his balls were fixing to climb halfway up his ass, he pulled out, tore the condom off and with two swift strokes shot his seed in long, sweeping arcs over Linc’s chest and abs.
Spent and exhausted, Kris fell on top of Linc and smiled as his lover accepted his weight, wrapping his arms around Kris’s back and holding him close while they both rode out the spasms of their mutual, mind-blowing orgasms. “God, I love fucking you.”
Linc snorted. “Yeah? Well, I fucking love you, so we’re even.”
“Holy shit! That was probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Mattie said from somewhere behind them. Kris couldn’t decipher where he was, nor did he care; he wanted to hold Linc in his arms and pass the fuck out. The sun was setting, and the throuple seemed to be getting their second wind.
“Yeah, well, you’re what, twenty, Mattie? That’s really not saying much,” Jordan joked. And up until he spoke, Kris had forgotten he was there. Truth be told, Kris had forgotten anyone but Linc was there while they were going at it. All he could focus on was the intensity of their connection while they were making love.
