Agape Ch. 03

Agape (noun): Love, especially that which is spiritual and selfless in nature.

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Dusty leaned back against the couch. He was sweaty from the exertion of orgasm and all that had led to it; he stuck lightly to the leather. He watched Dmitri slip his shirt off, almost coyly. Then the boy with the cold blue eyes picked up their glasses full of ouzo and melted ice from the coffee table. He handed one to Dusty and settled down next to him on the couch.

For a short while, they sipped in silence. Dmitri took the slim case from his pocket, opened it with a flick of his wrist and held it out to Dusty, who gratefully accepted. He slid one of the brown cigarettes from under the spring-loaded arm that kept them from falling out all over the floor. He placed one between his lips and looked sheepishly at Dmitri; without his pants, there was no lighter within reach.

"Come and get it," laughed the boy, angling his hip at Dusty while he removed a second cigarette from the case for himself.

"That's the best suggestion I've heard in..." Dusty laughed with the younger man. "Well, in minutes." His eyes glimmered as his smile reached out to touch them.

Dusty wriggled his fingers slowly across Dmitri's hip, and then into the pocket pointed at him. He felt the heat of the boy's cock before his fingertips collided with the seemingly molten steel of the Zippo. Purposefully, Dusty grasped the lighter between two fingers and inched it along Dmitri's cock on its way out of his pocket.

Dmitri sighed happily and grinned, his cigarette clasped lightly between his teeth. Dusty coaxed a flame from the little flint and fuel machine in his hand, held it first to Dmitri's smoke and then his own.

Dusty rolled his glass between his hand and Dmitri's chest; tiny drops of condensation dripped down past the boy's nipples, chilling them to erection. Dmitri sipped his ouzo and puffed happily away, his eyes slitted. He was tired, slightly drunk and hard as a rock. And he knew that it was his turn to suffer teasing torments at the hands – and hopefully other parts – of his new lover.

"So, how is it that you're still wearing pants anyhow?" Dusty asked the boy next to him, setting the Zippo down on the table in front of him. "I think we'd better do something about that. Don't you?"

"Yesss," Dmitri hissed, humping at the hand which suddenly prodded at his hardness.

Dusty sat forward, unthinkingly blew a smoke ring and eyed the boy's crotch.

"How do you like it, boy?" The lecherousness in his grin suddenly cranked up to maximum.

"Like... What?" Dmitri gasped, his fingers itching to wrap around his own cock.

"Do you like it rough?" This last word was little more than a growl from low in Dusty's throat. Then he whispered, "Or gentle?"

"What do you need, babe?" His eyes searched Dmitri's face.

Dmitri looked at Dusty, his mind reeling. He'd never been asked this simple question before.

"I need you," he said after a moment. "I want to be yours. I need you to take me." Colour rose in his dark cheeks.

"Oh, honey," whispered Dusty. He looked around almost frantically, found an ashtray and brutally crushed the life from his cigarette. He took Dmitri's too, gently prised it from the boy's fingers and stubbed it out next to his own. As they died slow deaths, wisps of smoke rose into the air.

Dusty set down his glass and stood, holding his hand out. Dmitri took it, suddenly seeming shy. He stood to join the older man, discarding his own drink in the process. Then he pointed.

"My bedroom."

Dusty pulled Dmitri to him, wrapped his arms about him. They stood there for long moments, flesh pressed to flesh, thin streams of perspiration weaving between their bodies. Dusty took the boy's earlobe between his teeth, exerting just enough pressure to cause a delicious sort of pain. His tongue flicked at the earring there, eliciting a soft moan.

"Do you like that, boy?" Dusty asked quietly, flesh still gripped betwixt his front teeth.

Dmitri's only response was a low whine, unless you counted the fresh surge of blood pumping through his prick. Dusty did; he felt the boy's cock twitch and his own jumped up to dance with it. This time, there was only one layer of denim in their way.

Dusty pulled away then, headed towards the dark bedroom. He knew without glancing behind him that Dmitri would follow without further prodding. Against the wall inside the room's threshold, his fingers swept until they found the light switch. When he flicked it on, the amber glow of the lamp showed him a low wooden bed frame topped with a mattress and a fluffy down comforter. He pulled the latter from the bed; it was far from cold in the apartment, and he didn't want to make a mess on it.

The sheets were a dark reddish purple, the colour of lust. There were several candles on a table nearby. Dusty sat on the edge of the bed and lit them using matches from a small box; they'd come from the bar where the two had met earlier that evening. When he turned, he found Dmitri still standing in the doorway.

"What's wrong? I won't bite, unless you want me to." He flashed a wolfish grin.

"I just like to watch you."

"Do you have..."

"In the table. The drawer beneath the candles."

Curious, Dusty opened the indicated drawer. Inside, he found condoms, lube, assorted toys. His brow crinkled.

"If you had condoms already, why didn't you get one earlier?"

"I... I feel foolish, but... I wanted you to see how I trust you, and how I crave you. I know it is stupid. But you wear your heart on the outside. I can see it. I know you are a kind man, and that is why I brought you home with me. Many men frighten me. You do not." The beautiful boy looked as though he might cry, like he was suddenly scared to death that Dusty might cast him away, reclaim his clothing and walk out the apartment's door.

"Damn. All that just from a few stolen glances across a crowded bar? You're good." He winked at Dmitri, who turned off the lamp.

Dusty beckoned Dmitri to him. The younger man walked slowly as relief washed visibly over him. When Dmitri paused in front of him, Dusty unfastened the trappings of the boy's remaining clothing and peeled the garments from his sweat-shiny skin.

Finally, Dmitri melted down into Dusty's arms. The older fellow nudged Dmitri onto his back, then straddled him. Their cocks pressed side by side, caught between bellies, Dusty leaned down to kiss the boy. It was a gentle kiss of the sort that has inspired countless people since the beginning of time to say, "Damn it all," and give in to their basest desires.