Better Than Chocolate
Wesley Wyndham-Pryce stretched and moaned as he felt the other man's lips traveled up his spine. It felt so good. He pressed himself into the mattress, finding a wrinkle in the sheets to rub against. The soft laugh in his ear just caused him to harden all the more. "Don't you be doing nothing to make this quick, Wes," René warned. "I planned on taking my own sweet time here."
"Oh please do," Wesley countered. "Take all the time you need." He'd been mildly surprised when René had knocked on his door. He'd been even more surprised at the reason for the visit.
"I never did thank you proper for saving us all from that hell-hole world I made," the Cajun said. "I never been so glad to get home in my whole life." He'd grinned then, that blinding, full-of-seduction Beaumont grin that had wrecked hearts and lifted skirts all along the Coast for over twenty years. "I been thinking how best to thank you. I thought something personal would be best." He'd come and placed one hand on the wall next to where Wes was standing. "I remember how you always said it was such a shame I was straight." The grin had doubled in candlepower. "Well, I ain't all that straight."
Wes had thought he'd pass out from the sheer brilliance and sexual promise of that grin. "I don't mind giving it; I just ain't much on taking it," René continued. "But if you'll let me, I'll make it really good for you. I promise." He'd leaned in close, his lips nearly touching Wesley's ear as he whispered, "So, can I please fuck you, Wes?"
Wes, noted for his genius and clear thinking in all situations, had simply shivered and replied, "Oh yes. Please do."
René had laughed and pulled a white box from his pocket. "I brought you a present, too." He opened the box and popped one of its contents into his mouth. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Wesley's. Wes could smell it then, and an instant later, he tasted it: dark chocolate, sweet and biting. René's kiss was filled with the taste of dark chocolate. The tongue exploring Wesley's mouth fairly hummed with that taste. Wesley couldn't help but moan. There was that laugh again. "You like that, heh?"
"It tastes wonderful," Wesley agreed.
The twinkle in those aqua eyes was like the sun sparkling on the ocean. René plucked another bonbon from the box. "You want a bite?" he whispered and held it between his lips.
"Oh, most definitely," Wesley growled and leaned forward to bite the confection in half. Rich liquor spilled down René's chin and Wesley was forced to lick it off. "Mmm, cherry," he hummed. "Excellent quality," he said and used his tongue to remove the least traces of the cherry filling and rich cocoa from René's lips.
"You not so bad yourself," René countered with a smirk. "But you ain't even seen nothing yet. You gonna damn near die all over again before I'm done." He'd picked another chocolate from the box and licked it before holding it out to Wes.
"Cocky bastard, aren't you?" Wes laughed.
René grinned and guided Wesley's hand to his crotch. "What do you think?" He brushed his chocolate scented lips across Wesley's and whispered, "You want that?" His teeth bit Wesley's left earlobe gently as he moved Wesley's hand up and down his fly. "Hmm? Do you?" He nibbled down Wesley's neck. "You want me to fuck you with that?" He kissed Wes again, hard and deep, his tongue everywhere inside Wesley, his erection grinding against Wesley's palm. "It's better than chocolate."
Wesley didn't bother to answer, he just kissed René as hard as he could, seeking more of that bittersweet taste, more of that cool sensuousness.
René pulled back and considered the other man for a moment. "You fond of that shirt?" he asked. When Wes indicated he wasn't, René grabbed it at the neck and ripped it open. He frowned at the T-shirt underneath. "You wear too damn many clothes, Wes."
Wesley laughed and removed the offending garments. He shucked out of his jeans as well. He saw no reason to be coy. "You seem to be the one who's overdressed now," he observed.
"Not a problem," René countered. He stripped without the least hesitation. "Bed, floor, or wall?"
Wes considered his options. "Bed. Then the wall and floor later. But the bed first." Wes was more than certain he'd made the right decision when René had proceeded to show him just how thankful he was for the rescue. There was not an inch of Wesley's body that didn't receive attention. René kissed, licked, fondled, bit, and pinched until Wesley thought he might well crawl out of his own skin. René reduced him to a babbling mass of incoherency in less than twenty minutes. Then the Cajun had flipped him over and begun an equally determined assault on his back. He started at the base of Wesley's hairline and followed the Englishman's spine down to just past the small of Wesley's back. Then he kissed and licked his way back up with numerous detours to Wesley's waist, ribs, and shoulders. All the while, strong, slender fingers massaged the muscles of Wesley's back, thighs, and buttocks. It was utterly delicious. It felt as good as the chocolate tasted.
Now Rene was whispering in Wesley's ear while he drew spirals just above the crack of Wesley's ass. The teasing sensation was nearly more than Wes could stand. He wanted that finger to move down. He needed that finger to move down. "God! René, please!" he ordered and was rewarded with a chuckle for his trouble.
"Not yet. Soon. I told you I was gonna make this good for you." René was true to his word. Wes felt the other man's weight lifted off him and René tongue replaced his finger, tracing the same spiral. When René's tongue finally dipped into the cleft of Wes' ass, Wesley moaned and bit the sheets. As Rene used his mouth to explore, biting Wes' butt cheeks and flicking his tongue occasionally into that sensitive cleft, he eased his hand between Wesley's legs and began to fondle Wesley's balls. Each movement pressed René's wrist against Wes' perineum driving him mad. Wes pushed and rubbed against that hand and wrist, squirming and writhing under René's expert attentions. Wes didn't care that he was reduced to begging. He simply wanted René to never stop what he was doing, not ever. He protested weakly when René stopped biting and licking, but almost immediately, a slick finger slipped inside him.
"Oh God yes," Wes breathed and pushed back against that digit. That was what he needed. That was what he'd wanted for the past half-hour or more. As soon as René was sure Wes was comfortable, he slid a second finger into his lover. He quickly found that perfect spot and began to rub gently. Wes was soon keening and surging back against René's hand.
Never letting Wesley's pleasure subside, René had soon added two more fingers, stretching and readying Wes. He leaned over Wesley, giving him more contact with his body. "Wes, I want you. Want you bad. So bad," he said hoarsely. "Can I please fuck you, Wes? Please."
Wes nearly came from the need in René's voice. "Yes. Oh God yes! Fuck me, René. Fuck me now." As soon as he felt René's hand withdraw and his cock pressed in its place, Wes pushed back, impaling himself on the Cajun.
This time it was René who moaned and bit his lip. "Oh yeah! Wes! You feel so good. Oh damn, you feel good." René pulled back, nearly removing himself from Wes but not quite. He pushed forward again, slowly, forcefully, as Wes pushed back. He positioned himself so that each of Wesley's backward thrusts rubbed his cock across Wes' prostate. Wesley nearly went insane. René grasped Wes' hips as Wes mindlessly pushed and thrust, fucking himself on René rigid cock. Wes was babbling and soon René was, too. Eventually, unable to stand the exquisite sensations any longer, René began to thrust with Wesley, each push burying him deep in his friend. Each shove was more forceful than the one before, bringing them both greater pleasure. Soon René was pounding into Wesley, the power of each stroke rubbing Wesley's erection against the sheets. René knew they couldn't resist much longer. He pulled Wesley tight against him and grabbed Wesley's swollen cock. Pumping in time to his own thrusts he grinned as Wes began to keen again, tossing his head and gibbering nonsense. One more forceful plunge and Wes came, his ass contacting and squeezing René as Wes propelled cum across the sheets. The sensation of Wes clenching and unclenching his ass in time to his orgasm was more than René could stand. With a roar, he exploded deep in Wesley, filling him. He pumped as much of himself into Wes as he could before collapsing atop the Englishman, spent and gasping. As soon as he could move again, he rolled off Wes. Wesley draped himself across René's chest and managed to kiss him. René still tasted of chocolate.
Wes smiled. "That was one hell of a thank you! Remind me to save your life more often."
René grinned weakly. "Give me half an hour. As soon as I can see, I'll thank you again."
Wes laughed. "Now there's an excellent plan. As soon as my legs work, I'll see if we still have some chocolate." His grin was as dark as the confection. "You know, I still need to tell you you're welcome." He welded his lips to René's. Wesley figured René didn't have to be able to see for Wes to fuck him unconscious. It was only fair. After all, Wes needed to thank him for the chocolate.
~Fin~