Page 61 of Saved By the Pitcher

“Now what are you doing?” Mike called out.

“I’m loading a pistol and thinking how to stage a suicide scene,” James barked back, unable to keep from laughing. He opened the door to the bedroom. Mike had already removed his clothes and was waiting not so patiently in bed.

“You might want to delay that plan until I have all the financial paperwork changed to list you as my beneficiary,” Mike suggested.

“Hmm, get on that already,” James joked. “Your taunting is making my finger trigger-happy.”

“I’ll show you what you can do with your trigger finger.” Mike smirked. “And you don’t need my money,” Mike added as James joined him in bed. “Now that your contract with the musical is done, you have offers coming in from everywhere.”

James didn’t answer. He pondered some more. “I was thinking about the gay romance flick, but it required nudity.”

Mike grunted in agreement. “You’re kind of shy about that, even with a partner in the bedroom. I don’t see you being comfortable with it.”

James turned Mike’s face toward his. “Yes, but it’s more than that. It’s old-fashioned, I know, but I feel like being naked is something I want to share with you alone now.”

Mike grinned. “Hmm, I think I appreciate you being old-fashioned.”

James leaned in to kiss Mike. It started slow and sweet, but soon their passion ignited. James rolled on top of Mike and smothered his lips, ears and neck with pecks, nips and sucks. He moved his way down, kissing the hollow at the base of Mike’s throat while running his hands over the lightly-haired pectoral muscles. James pinched and flicked his husband’s nipples, turned on by the hardened nubs and the vibration of Mike’s fluttering heart. “You’re so handsome, Mike. When you showed up today in that tuxedo, I thought I was going to pass out—my head was doing all sorts of crazy things.”

“Baby, I thought the same when I saw you,” Mike confessed. “Every time I’ve seen you and thought you couldn’t be any more beautiful, you somehow manage to prove me wrong.”

James was half-listening. His face was already down to the happy trail that made its way over Mike’s belly button and down to the soft pubic curls. James kissed and licked his way to Mike’s dick, smelling his musky scent from the earlier blow job. “Want to suck you some more,” James whispered.

“Oh God, James. Don’t make me come. I want you inside me,” Mike pleaded.

James tasted Mike’s engorged cock, diving down until it filled him to his throat. He hummed with pleasure, causing Mike’s dick to expand even more. When James touched Mike’s sack and realized it was already tightening, he released the prick from his mouth. “Shit. It’s like being in an ice-cream shop and only getting to choose one thing,” James complained.

“Excuse me? I thought you only order vanilla?” Mike joked.

James stopped his kissing and sucking and scowled at Mike’s grinning face. “You literally want to talk about ice cream right now? Maybe I’ll keep things vanilla between us.”

Mike shook his head and sobered. “I’m sorry.”

James chuckled and resumed licking Mike’s nut sack, pinching the loose skin that was under his balls and tugging it as far toward Mike’s anus as he could. Mike gasped and moaned from the slight burn mixed with tingling pleasure. James continued the action, each time brushing fingers with more pressure over Mike’s sensitive hole. Mike lifted and tried to get more friction on his entrance, so James tapped Mike’s thighs to suggest he allow greater access. Mike pulled his knees forward and spread his legs, opening himself to the man he loved.

“You’re so fucking hot, Mike,” James whispered before plunging his lips over the wet, tight warmth. Mike began gurgling as James flicked his tongue over and over the clenching hole.

“God, James! Don’t let me come before you get inside me,” Mike reminded him.

The two had long since stopped using condoms, as they had both tested negative and were monogamous. James reached for the lubricant on the nearby nightstand and applied the liquid to James’ rectum. Mike was bucking against James’ hand, wanting deeper penetration. Over the next couple of minutes, James worked a second then a third digit into Mike’s ass, stretching and probing until the ring of muscle that gave initial resistance began to relax.

“You ready, baby?” James asked.

“Yes,” Mike gasped.

James applied more lubricant to Mike’s channel, just to be safe. Then, he slathered more over his own aching cock. James took a hold of Mike’s legs and leaned into them, bringing their faces close enough that they could kiss while they made love. “It means so much that you want to give yourself to me, Mike,” James whispered, kissing his husband while his leaking dick head rubbed along the inside of Mike’s ass crack.

“My incredible husband—show me I’m yours,” Mike begged.

James took his right hand to position the tip of his member against Mike’s entrance and began to push. “Baby, look at me. I’m not going to hurt you,” James assured him. “Look at me—the man who loves you with all his heart.”

Those words relaxed Mike enough that James was able to get the head of his dick into the tight hole. Mike grimaced. “James, you’re so big.”

“Shh,” James soothed. “Just keep looking at me and I’ll go slow. I love you so much, baby.”

Mike pulled James down for another passionate kiss. Sensing Mike relax, James pushed in a bit farther. Mike’s breath hitched, but then he started to kiss James once more. James showered his husband with soft caresses and kisses as the tunnel of muscle opened and allowed him full entrance. When James bottomed out, he looked into Mike’s eyes. They were stunned, yet full of adoration. “James? You’re all the way in?”

“Yes, baby. Are you okay?”