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"Near Collision"
By Lael Stalnaker
Chapter 3: Establishing Ground Rules
Amazement, awe, disbelief and a slight dose of fear coursed through Skyler. He needed time to think. It was very hard to do with Bryce/Eros sitting there. His very presence was a distraction to end all distractions. To help put some kind of order on his mind, he first made an arbitrary decision concerning what to call this self-professed god. Bryce Jackson was the name he first gave Skyler, so Bryce would be how he thought of him. One thing settled, half a million more to go!
Skyler was at that halfway point of believing Bryce, but still felt that he needed more substantial proof than mere words or coincidence. This was the crux of his problem with everything so far. Dreams not withstanding, nothing really pointed to verifying Bryce's story. He could have easily guessed that he was wondering who he was earlier. Yes, this was the starting point. Everything else depended on proof.
"Bryce do you understand why what you say has me confused and not able to make a decision concerning you? I need proof. It is just the way things are," asked Skyler.
"What proof do you require? What will it take to convince you of my authenticity? Name whatever means that will set your soul at ease with my words and being. If you set the test, then you cannot claim foul," responded Bryce.
Skyler needed to think this through clearly. He stared down at his hands, which had clenched into fists in his lap. What test could he possibly give that would completely convince himself of all of this. He wanted desperately to believe Bryce. The implications if it were true were staggering. The implications if Bryce were lying just as staggering. How does one prove that they are really a mythical being that, according to some legends, was the strongest entity to ever exist? And why would such an entity need his help at all? From his own studies, Skyler knew that Eros was responsible for most of the stories in the Greek world, directly and indirectly.
As Skyler wended his way through the complexities of the problem before him, a horrified realization struck him. Proof might not matter if the actual problem was his own sanity. If he wanted to believe this person enough, he would accept whatever happened as the proof required. Maybe all of this was figment of his own deranged and lonely imagination. Panic began to creep through him. Skyler looked up from his lap and stared at Bryce. Bryce was nodding his head, as if he heard all the thoughts that ran amuck through Skyler's head. Skyler purposely avoided looking into Bryce's eyes. He didn't think he could resist them if he did.
Skyler turned his attention inward again. It boiled down to faith in him self. It was going to have to be. He knew him self to be sane. He knew that he would drive himself insane if he tried to follow all the trails of logic about this. Besides, he was being offered an end to loneliness. That would be worth the possibility of craziness to him. Skyler decided to put aside the sanity issue and focus on proof.
'Proof, proof,' kept running through his head. What would prove the truth about this? He mind shrank from the only answer that he could come up with. He just did not want to go there. If the other problem about his sanity were true, this form of proof was hideous in how wrong it was to ask for it. But, after the minutes dragged by without any other option presenting itself, Skyler looked back at Bryce again. Bryce's eyebrow went up and a look of respect, chagrin and sadness was readable there.
"I know of only one way that what you say could be proven true. I... I just don't dare ask it," Skyler's voice trailed off.
"You know the lore of old, the tales have more than a passing truth to them in certain matters. I know the test you would have me pass. Even now, I can do such. But, in order to do this I must have an oath from you. If this is the proof that you require of me for the peace of your mind and soul, then swear to me that you will speak to none of my true being. None may know from your lips that I am Eros," replied Bryce with a stern countenance.
"What about my twin? I tell him everything. He knows me too well. If I try to hide something from him, he will pursue it until he learns whatever I am hiding from him. Please, just him?" begged Skyler.
"None may know by your lips. It is the Law, and even I am bound by it. I did not tell you who I was, you told me. You named me. I am sorry, my friend, but I must ask for this. I learned much about you this day as we spoke. I know the truth of your heart, mind and soul. You will keep your word if it is given. Else, I must leave and never return to you. I know of your twin, from you. While he too seems a good person, the rule must be kept. It must be this way. My apologies," stated Bryce.
Skyler sat in shock for a moment, all thoughts of proof driven temporarily from his mind. It was unthinkable that he keep something from his brother. They shared everything. There had never been any secrets from each other. He had thought that there never would be. What should he do? The question clanged through his head like a lead pipe against a steel beam. The very idea was bitter.
A thought struck him and so he said, "And if Ethan should learn of this on his own? Without my saying or implying anything?" asked Skyler.
"The oath still binds. You may not speak of it to him. You may neither confirm nor deny his questions or answers concerning my true state of being. Of course he will know of me, but not as Eros. To him I will be only your newfound love. Even should he state clearly who I am, the oath holds. You must not speak of it. It is not the way I would have it, but simply as it must be by celestial Law. It pains me to ask it."
Bryce rose from the couch and went to Skyler's side. He grasped Skyler's hands gently and drew him to his feet. He then placed one of Skyler's hands on his breast and placed his own over Skyler's heart. The other hand held onto Skyler's with a certain amount of empathy and tenderness. He gazed into Skyler's eyes. The light was shining behind the pupils again.
"Speak your vow," requested Bryce.
"I swear to never speak of your true nature," said Skyler, barely above a whisper again.
A surge of energy shot through them both. They began to glow with a soft, pale luminescence. As the minutes passed, the glow seemed to be absorbed by their bodies. Skyler felt more alive than he had in months. His skin tingled; his sense of inner peace expanded and his troubled mind grew still. The sheer beauty of the moment imbedded itself into his being.
Bryce leaned forward and kissed Skyler softly on the lips. The electrical tingle practically sparked off of them. The wave of vertigo washed through Skyler again, but was very different than the earlier episodes. It was more like a mini orgasm that was all through him rather than concentrated on just his pubic area. Not that he hadn't gotten another enormous erection. He had now noticed that Bryce's mere touch elicited the reaction from his body. It just felt like his whole self was alive with the wave of feeling.
Bryce released his hold on Skyler and gently pushed him back into the armchair. He bent down and took another long kiss from Skyler's very willing mouth. He then walked briefly into the kitchen and came back. In his hand was the largest knife that the kitchen had. Skyler almost sprang to his feet in fear. He knew what was coming and was just opening his mouth to reject the need for it. Bryce simply smiled and held up his free hand. Skyler sank back into his chair, stunned.
Bryce knelt at Skyler's feet and took his hand. He ran Skyler's finger lightly along the knife's edge to prove the reality of it. A thin thread of blood rose in the knife's wake. Skyler winced. The knife was absolutely real. Bryce then took that hand and held it over his own. He rested the knife blade against his chest over his heart. He tilted the angle a little to miss his ribs and then pulled it toward himself sharply, drawing Skyler's hand with him. His face crinkled with pain. Bright red blood flowed from the wound as he withdrew the blade. It fountained briefly after the knife was completely withdrawn. Skyler nearly screamed with horror at the sight. Almost immediately, the blood flow stopped. Skyler watched in fascination as the wound closed before his eyes and sealed without a flaw. There would be no scar from this demonstration.
"There is the proof that you required, though you courteously did not ask it. I am immortal. No mortal made thing can kill me nor any naturally occurring thing either. However, I feel the pain as keenly as any mortal would. Does this suffice for the proof requested?" asked Bryce. The pain had left his face and only the bloodstained shirt and knife remained as evidence that it had ever happened. He set the knife carefully on the coffee table.
Skyler nodded. It was true. This was Eros. He no longer held any doubts about the reality of the being kneeling before him. Awe swept through him. The myths were true, the tales held real meaning rather than being simple teaching stories. He shook his head in wonder. Then a slight frown creased his brow.
"Why me? Why choose me of all on earth?" asked Skyler.
"Hard question to answer fully. You know the tales. You focused on me in them. Your heart called to me. All of these things and yet none of them. Random chance had its hand as well."
Skyler nodded slowly, continuing to think at a furious pace. He sorted out the emotions surging through him. Then he smiled and leaned forward. He placed a tender kiss on Bryce's lips. The tingle was still there. The slightest physical contact between them caused it. Skyler let out a small giggle. The tingling kind of tickled. He was still delighted though. The full impact of all of this had yet to hit Skyler.
"Well, I think we need to establish some agreements between us. This is awkward. I mean what did you mean by 'bonding yourself to me physically'? And I want this straight from the beginning, I don't share!" stated Skyler emphatically.
"Physical bonding means just that. I am fully here for you alone. Outside of your presence, I normally choose to only manifest completely in dreams," Bryce coughed delicately as he said that. "I have now chosen you as the person that will manifest my physical form on this plane. You have but to think of me and I will be here in flesh form. The depths of your soul fashioned this appearance," answered Bryce with a contented smile. "It has been a long time since I have taken on a physical form. I will not soon relinquish it."
"Just how am I supposed to help you finds your lost ones? They could be anywhere. They may not even be in corporeal forms."
"That I do not know. It may be that by your anchoring me here, I will attraction the attention of the others. This is my hope. We scattered so long ago that I have heard only whispers of their existence. It may be that I am the last. My heart tells me that this cannot be true," replied Bryce.
"All right, I can accept that. Here are some conditions that I feel are necessary for my own sanity. First, if we are bond together as you say, I cannot accept you being with another physically," started Skyler fiercely. "It would tear me apart. Second, I must be able to continue my own life and the things that I want to do. I am too close to finishing my schoolwork to just drop it. It will not take me long to finish. Once that is done, I can devote all the time you need to search, wherever that may take us. Third, you are never, I repeat, never to use your power to compel me without my permission. This means stay out of my head unless invited!"
Skyler paused. He realized that he was already under Bryce's power. He knew that he already loved him. It made him wonder just how much of it was due to the handsome god's power and how much was due to natural events. He would have to sort this out quickly. He hoped that it was not any of Bryce's doing. He had no way of knowing for sure. Bryce's power could be very abstract, he was sure.
Bryce chewed on what Skyler had declared for a moment. The words were almost brutal in some ways. However, he needed Skyler to accept him and this seemed to be the only way that this was going to happen. So be it. He nodded acceptance of the terms. He smiled at Skyler. Skyler's face seemed to glow from within as he saw Bryce's smile. Pure happiness lifted many of the creases from his forehead that his worrying had created. Part of the reason for Bryce's smile was the knowledge that he, Eros, was not immune to his own power. He already loved this mortal. The first one in many long centuries to capture his heart.
Bryce took one of Skyler's hands back into his own and lifted it to his lips. The same fire as before ran along both of their senses. Even Bryce felt it. He raised an eyebrow at Skyler. Skyler couldn't help but smile in return. Bryce then proceeded to kiss each fingertip in its turn. The sensation grew within them both with each single contact of skin to skin. At last, Bryce left off kissing the tips and got to his feet. Longing radiated from his very stance. Skyler rose from the chair as if iron pulled to magnet.
Abruptly, he placed a hand in the center of Bryce's perfect chest and pushed. Bryce looked stunned and confused as Skyler waved a finger under his nose. To soften the blow, Skyler let loose his own killer smile. A twinkle in his eye said that he was not angry, but the mock frown on his face implied it.
"How soon we forget rule 3? No compelling me without permission? That was most certainly compelling, mister!" admonished Skyler. "Let's take this a bit slower, shall we?"
Bryce was even more confused now. Maybe he had not been clear enough about what else the bonding entailed. He began to say something to that effect when Skyler placed a finger against Bryce's lips and shushed him gently. The tingle on Bryce's skin was now almost a fire raging through his body. He knew that it had to be the same for Skyler. But why the resistance?
Skyler took Bryce's hand and drew him over to the couch. He then pulled him down onto it so that they were now sitting next to each other. He smiled reassurance as he again silenced Bryce as he began to try and speak again. He got an incredibly wicked smile on his face and then got back up. Skyler went over to the entertainment center and rummaged through the videotapes there. With a laugh of delight, he found the one he wanted. He popped it into the VCR and came back to the couch.
"I have a small bit of revenge to exact from you, my fine pretty!" Skyler whispered in Bryce's ear.
"Huh?" responded the totally puzzled Bryce.
"First you, oh great god of love, leave me in the lurch for 19 months without a date! Then you show up and start giving me some of the most... 'erotic' dreams I have ever had. Then you have the balls to think that I am just going to give myself to you without so much as a 'Do ya wanna?' Think again buster! I thought I would give you a taste of how you're portrayed in the modern world. This is really your first look at us since ancient times, right?"
"For the most part, yes. I have not truly taken a look at all of the world's new wonders. I understand much of what I see though," confirmed Bryce.
"Well, sit back and relax. I have a treat for you." Skyler said with a definite sound of delight to his voice.
Skyler turned on the TV and hit play on the VCR. He then snuggled up to Bryce and laid his head on Bryce's shoulder. The contact had its usual effect and neither man paid to much attention to it now. It had quickly become a natural part of their consciousness. Bryce glanced at Skyler as the opening title hit the screen. A very slight frown formed. Skyler paid it no attention and began to fast forward to the place on the tape that he wanted.
Skyler giggled as the first episode of 'Hercules' that had 'Cupid' in it played. He had been taping the series for a while now and thought it was absolutely hilarious. With his background so strongly in Greek mythology, the series was an absolute delight. He forgave the multitude of errors on the behalf of creative expression. As Bryce watched, an expression of distaste grew over his face. Skyler laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe.
Then, to make sure his point was made, he played an episode of 'Xena' that also featured 'Cupid'. His laughter grew louder and louder as Bryce's disgruntlement increased. Finally, Bryce covered Skyler's mouth with his hand and shushed him. His eyes went to the ceiling as he shook his head. It was 3 in the morning and Skyler had been as loud as any herd of elephants scenting a fire. Skyler choked back his laughter and buried his face in Bryce's side to muffle the last of it. He really didn't need the neighbor's getting in an uproar.
Bryce leaned back into the couch and stared at Skyler. A deep frown creased his brow. At last he shook his head and began to laugh softly. It had a faint hint of bells under the sound. When he finally subsided, Skyler looked him dead in the eye.
"Now you know what the general population of the U.S. sees you as. That or a really chubby little tike with a nasty aim using a bow and arrow. Get my point yet?" inquired Skyler. Bryce nodded and shifted himself off of the couch. He stood in front Skyler, looking down into his eyes.
"I think so. The thing that offends me most was those awful wings that they had on him. Do they really look that bad?" asked Bryce.
While he had been speaking, Skyler's eyes had never left his. He took a step back and let Skyler see him as he was now. Skyler's eyes grew wide at the sight before him. Bryce's hair had lengthened to his shoulders and curled in soft waves. It was also several shades darker, approaching black. His tan had gained an olive undertone. A short linen kilt of the purest white imaginable was secured to his waist by a beautiful golden belt. It reached to about an inch or two above his knees. Simple sandals adorned his feet. His body retained much of the same perfection as it had had before. And the wings! Glorious wings that would have done any swan proud. They were a far better match to his body than any movie effects could ever manage. The arch of them was at least six inches above the crown of his head. As Skyler looked on, stunned into silence, Eros extended those marvelous wings slightly. They reached either wall and were still not fully extended. An iridescent luminescence glowed forth from those wings, lighting Eros with a halo that surrounded his entire body, highlighting his sexuality and attractiveness.
Skyler snapped his jaw shut audibly. He arose from the couch in what seemed like slow motion. This being in front of him took his breath away. A silent question glimmered in his eyes as he approached the true form of Eros. Eros smiled and gave a slight nod. He cupped his magnificent wings, gathering Skyler to him. The soft, downy feathers caressed Skyler's face where they glided along his skin. A shiver went through his body with the sheer sensuousness of it. Skyler's hands ran along the wings in wonder. The strength of them could not but impress him.
He now understood the profound difference between Bryce and Eros. This was the embodiment of passion. This entity was what fueled the fires of love and giving. Skyler's heart ached to near bursting as he realized just who had chosen to be with him. Time lost all meaning in this presence. Skyler reached up and placed his arms around Eros' neck. Eros met Skyler's lips with his own. The night ignited with the force of their wakening to each other. Brilliant light streamed off of their lip-locked forms. The world faded away.
Skyler's consciousness surged back up to the surface of his mind. He realized that Eros had broken off the kiss. His head swam with the images and sensations that the contact with Eros had awakened. That intense vertigo was back. The room seemed to spin in time to his pounding heart. It seemed that another story could now be verified. No mortal could truly survive the natural form of a god! He knew intuitively that Eros had stopped just short of his real material form. All of the stories indicated that a mortal would burn to ashes at just the sight. It had almost happened now from their intimate contact. Skyler knew that Eros had somehow protected him, but was not sure how.
Eros sighed. He released Skyler's over-stimulated form and gently laid him onto the soft fabric of the couch. He desperately wanted to ravish and love the mortal in his arms. He came to a decision that he knew that neither of them would be entirely happy with. With the barest of thoughts, the wings faded away from sight and his hair lightened again. Bryce continued to hold Skyler tightly. When Skyler finally showed signs of recovering himself, Bryce laid a finger on Skyler's lips to prevent any words.
"My love, rest a moment. I need to explain something before your heart becomes set on something that we are not prepared for. You know the story of Semele and Zeus, do you not? Hera tricked Semele into asking Zeus to appear to her in the form that he appears to Hera. Hera knew what would come of such a request. Zeus tried to persuade Semele that this was not a thing to be desired. Yet, Hera's words echoed through her and still she insisted. Stricken with grief, Zeus gave into Semele's demand. That night he appeared to Semele in his full Olympian glory. The sight of him burned away her mortal body.
"There is more to the tale, but that is the relevant part. It seems that the Law has not changed with the ages. I cannot show myself in full form. Even this close was nearly your undoing. I took a foolish risk with your life, my newly found beloved. We cannot do this again until I find a way to inure you against the consequences. Only in the Bryce form may we meet body to body without the demand of your life as payment. Please tell me that you can accept this. I will search for the way out of this damnable dilemma. Can you accept this as it must be for now?" Bryce asked, his heart in his voice.
"Absolutely! I can wait, however long it will take. Just make sure you get it right!" said Skyler once he was actually able to speak again. "I would not risk you now that I have you. You do understand the second implication from Semele's story, do you not?" asked Bryce with a leer.
Skyler's forehead creased again as he ran through the story again in his mind. A smile crept over his face when he reached the conclusion that Bryce apparently wanted him to find. Skyler ran his eyes over Bryce's body appreciatively. He was back in the shorts and minus the bloody shirt. Skyler glanced over at the coffee table and shuddered. The bloodstained knife still lay there.
Bryce followed Skyler's gaze and frowned. The knife rose from the table and floated toward the kitchen. Skyler could hear the faucet at the sink turn on. The sound changed for a moment and then he heard the clink of the blade coming to rest in the dishwasher. Thump! The dishwasher shut its self. Skyler turned his head back to Bryce with a frown.
"Why did you do that?" asked Skyler
"Is there another way I could have done that without leaving your enticing arms?" laughed Bryce. "Besides, that was more impressive than simply making it vanish and reappear in its proper place, clean and seemingly unused, was it not?"
"Show off!" mumbled Skyler.
"Not so! Now is the time to show off I believe." Retorted Bryce.
Skyler yelped as Bryce effortlessly picked him up off of the couch. His arms and chest barely showed any change in the muscles as Bryce carried him down the hall. Bryce stopped in mid-stride and began examining the pictures and photo portraits that lined the hall from nearly floor to ceiling. Many of them were of Skyler and Ethan together, ranging from babyhood through to the present. In some respects, the twins had been lucky that they were already 18 when their parents had been killed. The loss was still fresh and painful, but at the least, they had not had to deal with living with someone else and their rules. Most of the pictures at eye level showed the boys with their parents. Those on the lowest levels were the more current and those near the ceiling were the oldest, of the twins alone.
Bryce examined each photo as if it were a masterpiece in photography. He made no comment but continued leisurely down the line, Skyler still ensconced in his arms. He meticulously gave each photo his attention. Skyler did not know how he felt about being so easily held. When they reached the end of the hall, Bryce turned around and began the same scrutiny of the other wall. Skyler finally had enough and thumped Bryce on the shoulder with the flat of his palm. Bryce looked down from a picture of the twins when they were about 3 and looked at Skyler.
"Either set me down and look at pictures, or let's get moving. This is making me nervous. I have no idea if your arms are going to give and I'm gonna land on my ass!" Skyler explained.
With a laugh, Bryce left off with his picture gazing and went down the hall to the first door he came to. Skyler nodded and Bryce pushed it open all the way with the edge of his foot. As he crossed the threshold with Skyler in his arms, the light by the bed popped on. He stopped near the bed and turned, looking around the room.
There were only 5 pieces in the small space. All were black lacquer, Oriental motif. A night table, an armoire, an exquisite red satin cushioned chair, a dresser with mirror and the bed itself completed the set. The walls were covered with a variety of big cats, jaguars and tigers being the most prominent. They took on many forms, some being Japanese painted scrolls, and some lithographs by Schimmel, even some framed pages from National Geographic. They all blended together. Luxuriant and healthy ivies hung in each corner of the room. A few potted palms and elephant-ear plants stood below the ivy. The plants gave just the right amount of life to the room. The black sheet was still hooked above the window, but in such a way that it looked more like a window treatment rather than a spur of the moment stopgap.
Bryce glanced at a photo that was the sole object on the dresser. Skyler blushed and swung his arm at the frame, trying to tip it over. The wild swing missed by more than a foot. Bryce grinned and walked them both over to the dresser for a better look. It showed a blond man in about his early 20's with his arms wrapped around Skyler. He was handsome in the outdoorsy way that many surfers have. His body was well developed and his tan was a match for Bryce's own. Skyler began to really struggle in Bryce's arms now. Tears of frustration and anger were gathering in his eyes.
"An old love?" inquired Bryce, ignoring Skyler's frantic squirming. Skyler gave up and buried his face in Bryce's chest. His sobs were muffled and racked his entire body. His whole body went limp as his grief finally poured out of his soul and was cleansed away by the warm nearness of his new love. The poison that had been festering within Skyler lost its hold on him and the relief was intense.
Finally he lifted his face from Bryce's chest and glared up at him. His eyes were now red rimmed. Bryce's chest was soaked in Skyler's tears now. As Skyler watched, they sank into the silky skin. They didn't evaporate: they actually melted into Bryce. Bryce went expressionless for a moment and then a red gleam came into his eyes. The gleam built into a venomous red light that totally consumed the normal brown color. Skyler could feel Bryce's body heating up as the red light grew.
"He did this to you? He purposely captured your heart, took what he wanted from you and then threw away all with a smirk?" roared Bryce. The sound hurt Skyler's ears. He could do nothing but sadly nod his head in confirmation. Bryce's body began to shudder with rage. Then, just as Skyler thought that the anger could no longer be contained, Bryce shut it down.
"This is not the time or place to rectify this wrong that was done to you. Now I understand your reluctance to accept me, in any way or form. Know this, I will never put you aside without reason or cause."
Skyler nodded his head again, this time with a small smile. Bryce nodded once sharply and turned his back on the dresser. As he walked back toward the bed, the picture frame fell flat face down. Once he reached the foot of the bed, Bryce stopped. He winked down at Skyler and nodded at the bed with an eyebrow raised. Skyler glanced down and then did a double take. It had changed slightly, well a bit more than slightly.
The main frame of the bed was the same, but everything on it had changed dramatically. Instead of the rather plain comforter and sheet set, it now had a shimmering red satin embroidered bedspread. The embroidery pattern was of a jaguar done in beautiful reds, tans, and black. The sheets and pillowcases had changed to an incredible looking red silk. On the nightstand next to the bed was a small square of red silk, folded into a triangle. The small digital alarm clock now read 4:00am.
Skyler found him self tossed into the air. He almost panicked, but then realized that he was barely drifting down toward the bed. Somehow, without any outward change, his body was acting as if it had more surface space displacing the air. When he landed, all his clothes just fell off of him. He gaped down at his exposed body. His clothes were lying around him, whole and unharmed. They just weren't on him any more. Skyler glanced up at Bryce and did another double take.
Bryce was standing by the bed, just watching Skyler. His clothes began to fall away. They seemed to be simply phasing through him and then reintegrating once they were clear of his body. Skyler finally got the chance to really inspect Bryce up close and in his altogether. He liked what he saw very much. He started at Bryce's feet and worked his way up the body of his new love.
Bryce's feet were maybe a size 12 and very wide. Skyler knew that the wideness was common to people who went barefoot a lot. Then his eyes trailed up the legs. Bryce's calves were hairless and smooth. The shape was perfect. Definitely not like a lot of guys. Skyler laughed softly to himself as he recalled Ethan's name for guys with hardly any muscle to their calves: runaway sticks! He could see each muscle clearly. Bryce's thighs were also very well muscled with excellent definition. Skyler's breath caught in his throat as he allowed himself to finally notice the package that Bryce sported.
It was 8 1/2 inches and hard as steel. The circumference was around 3 inches. Skyler was startled when he realized that Bryce was circumcised. It puzzled him because he knew that the ancient Greeks did not have that custom. He'd ask about it later. Bryce's scrotum had a slight tracing of brownish hair and was well proportioned to the rest of him. Skyler's mouth went dry at the sight of Bryce's obvious erection. He longed to get his mouth around the masterpiece that pointed at the ceiling.
Reluctantly, Skyler continued his visual journey up Bryce's body. He could just make out the hipbones where they accented the washboard stomach. Bryce's bellybutton was an innie. Each rib could be counted, but he didn't have an underfed look. His pecs were like solid stone. Skyler knew this from his earlier contact with them as Bryce had carried him around. The biceps were of medium width and maximum strength. Finally, Skyler reached Bryce's face.
The jaw was square without any trace of facial hair at all. The cheekbones were high and clear. The most wonderful straight nose with just the slightest up turn at the tip adorned the space above Bryce's sensuous lips. Deep brown eyes, with tiny green flecks near the center, inspected Skyler's prone form with deliberate slowness and enjoyment. The eyebrows arched over his eyelids in a special splendor all their own. His brownish hair fell in waves nearly to his strong shoulders. From head to foot, a deep golden brown tan with a faint olive cast covered this Renaissance master's perfect ideal of a sculpture model.
As Skyler's appreciative scan came to a close, their eyes locked. The sexual tension exploded through the room. Skyler could feel himself get even more rigid. He hadn't thought that was possible. A slow smile broke over Bryce's face. He knelt at the side of the bed and cupped his hands on either side of Skyler's face. He leaned forward and kissed Skyler fully and completely. Skyler lost himself in that kiss. He could feel his mind whirl under the assault of electrical tingles that surged through his languid form.
Bryce ended the kiss with a lingering probe of his tongue into Skyler's mouth. He drew back slightly, as if to assess the result of his tongue play. Then he ran his hands down Skyler's face slowly, onto to the sides of his neck and then onto his chest. He ran his fingers lightly over Skyler's nipples until they became stiff and erect. Once this happened, he bent forward again. Bryce's tongue flicked out and brushed the nearer erect nipple. Skyler's back arched as the next wave of sensation flooded through him. Teeth rasped gently against the barely giving skin of and around the nipple in question.
A low moan emerged from Skyler's throat. Bryce then half climbed onto the bed and gave the other side the same treatment. Skyler let his hands reach up and cup Bryce's bubble butt. He trailed them up and down reaching as high as Bryce's lower back and as low as the back of Bryce's thighs. His moans were now beginning to come faster as Bryce alternated between nipples, giving each equal and loving attention. He was now completely on the bed with Skyler.
Skyler put one hand onto Bryce's head and entangled it into the silky soft hair without actually gripping. The other hand now traveled around to the front and gripped the warmth of rigid rod that was so enticingly close now. He began to slowly stroke, barely clasping the object of his desire and fantasies. Bryce trailed his tongue down Skyler's chest toward his stomach. Skyler could swear that he felt every bump of taste buds on Bryce's tongue. At Skyler's sternum, Bryce stopped for a moment and sucked in a small part of the skin. Gripping ever so slightly with his teeth, he applied more and more suction. He stopped just short of actual physical pain. A hickey rapidly formed in the wake of his releasing the skin. Skyler's moans grew just a bit louder.
Bryce swung a leg over Skyler's head and now straddled himself over Skyler's shaking body. Skyler could feel the mattress sink slightly to either side of his head. His nose was now inches from Bryce's love handle, which he still had a grip on. Eagerly, he tilted that shaft toward his mouth. He flicked out his tongue just as he felt Bryce grasp his erection and enfold it into his hot and slick mouth. The shaft in his hand throbbed in time with Bryce's heartbeat. The taste was vaguely like honey, but without cloying sweetness. He licked generously up and down.
Bryce, meanwhile, was leisurely moving his mouth up and down Skyler's shaft. Suddenly, he pushed down in one smooth motion and took Skyler all the way down his throat. He held himself there a moment and then came back up as slowly as he had gone down. He continued with the up and down motion until Skyler squirmed. Skyler couldn't believe how the close tightness surrounding him kept going and going. He left off with his own licking and pulled Bryce down closer to him.
He fastened his lips to the area between Bryce's thigh and groan. His hands griped Bryce's ass fiercely. He sucked hard and fast. The vacuum apparently met with Bryce's approval, judging by the moaning that vibrated around his totally engulfed cock. After switching sides for a while, Skyler left off and sucked Bryce into his mouth. The angle of their bodies was slightly off and he almost choked as the entire cock slid straight down his throat without pause. Fighting down the gag reflex, Skyler let it soak for a bit and then changed the grip of his hands.
He began to lift Bryce was if doing bench-presses. The heels of his palms rested perfectly onto Bryce's hipbones. As he pushed upward, the cock buried deep in his throat slid out. As it neared the front of his mouth, he swirled his tongue around the tip and then lowered Bryce back down onto him. The massive cock slid smoothly and without trouble, this time, back into the depths of his straining throat. Over and over he lifted Bryce and then released him to gravity in a controlled fall. Both men were now making involuntary guttural moans and growls deep in their throats.
Just when Skyler thought he was going to loose control of himself, Bryce backed off. He slowly pried himself out of Skyler's mouth. He was now sitting with Skyler's head between his thighs. Bryce smiled down at the upturned face. Sweat covered both of their bodies in a solid liquid sheen. Skyler turned his face and licked the inside of Bryce's thigh. The salty sweat made an interesting taste. A shudder ran through Bryce as Skyler licked clean the insides of both thighs until all the sweat was gone.
Bryce levered himself onto his heels and did a hop to the side. Once he was clear of Skyler and could risk moving with harming him, he brought himself to a straddling position over Skyler's crotch. Bryce grinned down as Skyler's eyes widened with comprehension. Bryce reached for the sw3atch of silk that lay on the night table. Once he had it, he kept himself poised over Skyler's raging hard on and preceded to slide the silk up and down that blood engorged rod. The sensation caused Skyler to arch his back again in a half attempt to find his way into Bryce. His eyes were transfixed to the sight of Bryce hovering over his dick.
Amazingly, when Bryce lifted away the silk, Skyler could now see that his dick was slick looking. It still felt like the silk was firmly enshrouding his manhood. Yet, his eyes told him that a wet substance now coated him. Bryce leaned forward and placed his lips over Skyler's right ear. After nibbling for a few minutes, he whispered into Skyler's ear as he impaled himself on Skyler's cock,
"Even in this form I still have a trick or three!"
Skyler was utterly and completely incapable of speech as he watched Bryce lean back up. Bryce gave a single slight wince as he smoothly lowered himself onto Skyler without pause. When he was finished, his ass was resting firmly on Skyler's crotch, while somehow maintaining his balance on the balls of his feet with his fingertips barely grazing Skyler's chest. Bryce's cock was tight against his body, resting nearly on top of his bellybutton. Skyler could tell that Bryce was hard to the point of near pain. Skyler was stunned at how effortless Bryce had made this incredible feat look.
Bryce then gave Skyler the workout of his life. He reached down past his ass and encircled the base of Skyler's cock with his fingers. Then he began to lift himself up with his thighs. As his body traveled up, so did his fingers. He then let gravity push him back down, hard and fast. Skyler's shaft slammed back into Bryce's ass with enough force to cause both of them to bounce on the bed. Bryce planted his free hand in the center of Skyler's chest and used it to keep his balance as he brutally fucked himself using Skyler's rock hard cock. His pace increased and decreased at random. The slight lift of the bed bouncing helped keep the rhythm going. Skyler was mesmerized at the sight of his 8 inches slamming in and out of Bryce. He reached up and gripped Bryce's dick in his right hand.
Bryce increased the tempo of motion once Skyler had a firm grip on his jutting cock. Skyler let Bryce's motion cause his hand to slip up and down the shaft. With a sudden grin, he let go and grabbed for the swatch of silk lying next to them on the bed. He quickly re-encircled Bryce and let it slide up and down a few times. Bryce threw back his head and moaned. Skyler tossed the silk aside and grabbed Bryce's now slick tool. It slipped easily between his clenching fingers and again Bryce's tempo upped itself.
Skyler could feel the pressure building in his nuts and knew that Bryce couldn't be too far off either. He increased the speed that he stroked the cock in his hand. The double sensation of Bryce's ass and hand were beyond belief. He tried to hold back for as long as he could, until he thought that his entire body was going to explode.
"I'm gonna cum!" Skyler shouted as he finally lost the battle with himself gladly.
Spasm after spasm rocked him from head to foot. Bryce slammed down one last time and shot his load so hard that the first blast went completely over Skyler's head and splattered against the headboard. The second and third shots also landed there. The fourth and subsequent ones ranged the entire length of Skyler's body, from his groin to his tangled blond hair. Skyler had also been fountaining the entire time, in sync with Bryce. Bryce finally slowed to a crawl and then stopped, resting with Skyler still jammed fully within him.
As they stared at each other breathing heavily, they knew that every time was likely to be similar or even better. Bryce shuffled his feet to a point where he was now on his knees, still impaled. Skyler was exhausted from the marathon of motion. He turned his head to the side and caught a glimpse of the clock. It now read 6:00am. Bryce appeared to be ready for a second round. His erection was still rock hard and tight against his abs.
"Holy shit Sky! What the fuck is this?" came from the open hall door.
That's it for Chapter 3 folks. Hope it satisfied. :) By the by, a special thanks is due my Mom for helping me out of the corner I wrote myself into last chapter. Yup, you read it right, my Mom. She knows exactly what I am doing, not that she'll read it, or that I'll let her. However, she has been incredibly supportive of the fact that I am writing again and she could care less what I am writing. So, even though she'll never see this; Thanks Mom!
Any comments can be directed to me at LaelSt@aol.com or ICQ #11938988. I am still making up my mind as to whom the search will turn up first. I have sort of an idea, but we'll see. My heartfelt thanks to those who wrote with ideas and wonderful comments. Every little bit helps and encourages me to dredge my brain for the right stuff. Goodness, look what turned up so far! Chapter 4 is on the writing board now. Hope to have it up soon. Peace and erotic... er, I mean, pleasant dreams!