The First Morning
By Tabby
Rated: M
God, he was beautiful!
That smooth, perfect sun tanned skin. Just the perfect curve to his delicate neck. Long, light eye lashes, pale lids that hid away those sky blue orbs. Plush, undeniable lips. Perfectly tilted ears. Straight, flawless back with each and every vertebra right where it belonged. Despite his hunger-induced thinness, his abbs were perfect, hinting at muscles, yet not muscular. Strong, ever so slightly rounded hips. A tight, firm ass. Long, artfully crafted legs. Small, pliable feet, flawless in every detain. Flawless in every detail, from those manicured toenails to that ridiculously bleached, spiky due that crowned that beautiful head.
Rawhide exhaled.
God, he was beautiful!
The big cowboy laid on his side on his small bed, propped up on one elbow, admiring his lover.
Not that they actually got to the "lover" part... not all the way anyway.
Perfect Tommy had wanted to, and, damn, Rawhide had most wanted to. But, no matter how he tried, Tom could not put aside his fear. He had been in too many beds against his will; bribed, blackmailed, simply beaten down...
Rawhide sighed. He had considered it a miracle of no small measure that the boy had allowed him to hold him. And that was how they had spent their night. Holding, cuddling, kissing, exploring, caressing, and almost....
Emotionally, and not too far from physically, exhausted, Perfect Tommy had fallen asleep in the security of Rawhide's big, strong arms.... perhaps feeling safe for the first time in a very long time.... if, indeed, he ever had felt safe before.
The sun was rising now. Beams of gold light shown through the window over the bed, enveloping the boy with an angel like ora.
Rawhide smile to himself, silently thanking god for the warm night. Bed covers had, long ago, been kicked to the floor, leaving both men bare to the morning glow.
God, he was beautiful!
Unable to just watch the sleeping form any longer, Rawhide scooted close, spooning around the boy, and wrapping an arm around his middle. He almost regretted the move when he felt his lover jerk awake. He leaned over Tom's ear and whispered softly "Shhh.... it's alright. You're alright."
Though Rawhide could feel his back, pressed close against him, ease slightly, Perfect Tommy did not relax. After a long silent moment, Tommy slowly turned his head to look back at his bed mate. "You're still here." he observed in a near whisper. His voice shook, but Rawhide couldn't tell if it was due to fear or excitement.
He smiled. "Well, it is my bed." he pointed out with a light chuckle.
Again, the result was was not what he had hoped for.
Perfect Tommy pulled away and sat up, swing his feet to the floor. "I'm sorry... I.. shouldn't have fallen asleep." He started to rise from the bed, but Rawhide caught his hand.
"I didn't mean that, boy." he quickly said. The big cowboy sat up and gently pulled the small form back into his arms. Top his delight, Tommy offered no resistance as he leaned him back over his lap. Smiling down at those perfect sea blue eyes, Rawhide breathed "I can think of no better way to wake up, than with you here, beside me." He laid a hand on his soft cheek, tilted his head just right, and lowered his head down until their lips brushed together.
Perfect Tommy laid motionless in his arms for a breath before turning his head away.
With a sad sigh, Rawhide settled with resting his forehead against the boy's ear. "You're so beautiful, I...." His chest tightened, cutting off his words. He wondered if Tommy could feel his quickly stiffening cock under his back. He prayed it didn't frighten him away. That was the last thing he wanted... 'course that desire only made him harder.
But Perfect Tommy could feel it.
Blushing slightly, he pushed Rawhide back and sat up again. With his back to the older man, he hung his head. He gripped the edge of the bed, ready to push off, even as his fingers dug in, wanting to hold for dear life. "I... I'm sorry, I couldn't... I'm just..." he stopped struggling for words when he felt the cowboy's big, rough hand lay gently on the small of his back.
Rawhide straddled around him from behind, one thick leg stretched out on either side on Tom. He leaned his hot chest against the boy's cool back, afraid that braking their physical contact would also brake the delicate emotional connection that had formed between them.
"It's alright, Tommy." he assured, once again whispering in his ear. "I want no more than you can give."
Perfect Tommy sniffed. "I wanted to, but..." He wrapped his arms around himself, suddenly very aware of his nakedness, and even more aware of the naked form behind him. Aware, yes, but his fear was like a back ground buzz now. There, yet not nearly as prominent. After all, when Perfect Tommy had fallen asleep, helpless, vulnerable to the big man's wants and desires... Rawhide had done nothing. Simply kept him safe through the night. Could it be possible he really would not hurt him?
Rawhide's fingers slid down those smooth, slim arms, until they intertwined with Tom's long slender fingers, his own arm engulfing the figure before him. He rested his chin on Perfect Tommy's shoulder. "When you are ready, I will be here waiting."
`Eagerly waiting' Perfect Tommy added to himself, noting the thickness pressed against his back. Despite himself, he smiled a shy, blushing smile.
What had come over him? He was blushing like a virgin bride, for crying out loud! It wasn't as if he WAS a virgin.... of any kind. Practically any and all sexual acts known to man or woman, Perfect Tommy had been a part of... or victim of. Fuck, he hadn't blushed since he was twelve years old! So... What had come over him?
Rawhide ached, fighting to hold on to his self control as he felt the boy press back against him. He would stay true to his word. He would never take what wasn't freely given. He would never hurt this beautiful creature in his arms. He would never let anything ever hurt him again. But, damn, he was making it hard not to make the first move.
And, then, in a move that had stopped both hearts, Perfect Tommy reached back with an unsteady hand and clasped Rawhide's thick hip.
Spiting his fear, Tommy turned in his arms. Resting a knee on the edge of the bed between Rawhide's legs, he leaned into him. One hand on the big man's chest, he gently pushed him back, flat against the bed.
Rawhide couldn't hide the hunger from his tone as he asked "Are you sure, love?"
Perfect Tommy stretched his body out over Rawhide's until they were nose to nose, chest to chest, throbbing cock to throbbing cock. "No." he admitted, his hot breath instantly bringing droplets of sweat to Rawhide's upper lip. "But I want." As if sealing the pack, his sweet tongue flicked out, licking away the sweat.
Rawhide's eyes closed with a groan, his body arching up against the feather light form above him.
In an instant of blinding heat, Perfect Tommy moved, rubbing their bodies together. Forward and back, he dragged his quickly swelling cock against Rawhide's own. Biting his lip, he buried his face in the big man's shoulder
"Oh." Rawhide gasped when he felt himself nearing his peek.
"Rawhide... I want..." Tom was gasping. "I want you... in... Oh, please...."
Needing no more encouragement to take control, Rawhide grabbed the younger man's hips and lifted him up.
Despite his pleas, the move startled the boy. His eyes shot open, a tinge of the fear mingled with confusion shining bright.
Rawhide's own eyes opened when he felt the change. "It's alright." he quickly assured, though his body screamed protests. "I won't do anything you don't want me to."
"No, I want to." Tom quickly said, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "But... not from... behind?" Again he blushed.
Rawhide's hips jerked up, his body demanding attention.
Perfect Tommy jerked, feeling the probe of the cock from beneath.
"I want to see you, your eyes..." Rawhide explained. His soft brown eyes captured those sky blue. "it's making love, Perfect Tommy. Not just sex. And making love should be done face to face."
Tommy smiled slightly. "Making love?" he repeated. Throwing his head back, he cried out softly, as Rawhide lowered him down on his length. Blindly, he grabbed the big man's shoulders, his finger nails digging into flesh.
It was all instinct, now. There were no thoughts of what to do next. There were no thoughts at all. Their bodies knew instinctively what the other wanted, what the other needed.
Rawhide's hips thrust up, sending himself deeper and deeper, until he thought he would loose himself in the tight heat and soft cries of his lover. And then he did. Arching his back with a colossal spasm, he exploded with in that sweet young body, spilling his seed out. So engulfed in his own release he almost missed the fiery dampness that was shot across his hard stomach noting Tom's own release.
Spent, Perfect Tommy collapsed over top of him, his head laying against his chest. For a very long time they lied that way, both, desperately fighting to breath, unsure of when they had ever stopped.
Their hearts beat a matched rhythm, both threatening to bust out of their cages and dance together. Tommy almost wished he had his guitar so as to play along to the beat. `Damn, what an awesome song that would be.'
When he felt Rawhide adjust himself beneath, starting to pull out, Perfect Tommy nearly panicked.
"Don't!" he pleaded, settling down on him, sending hot flashes through both of their already burning bodies. "Please, stay!"
Rawhide stilled himself. Instead, he wrapped his arms around his lover and pulled him closer, himself even deeper.
Their was an instant reaction, a stiffening of cocks, a rush of blood... but both men were spent. And their bodies reacted as such, relaxing into each other, no longer two separate entities.
As their hearts slowed and their breath came easier, Rawhide dared to speak. "So," he breathed, running his fingers lightly up and down Tom's spine, "how was the first morning?"
Perfect Tommy pushed himself just enough that he could see his lover's face. Sky blue eyes hid behind those long, flirty lashes. A playful smile tugged at his lips as he repeated "First?"
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