Cross His Heart

Copyright 2009 by Kimberly Gardner all rights reserved.

Jimmy sat on the couch in the living room of their suite. The television was on, the sound turned down to a low murmur but he wasn’t watching. Instead he stared out at the stunning vista of snow-covered mountains visible through the wide picture window.

From the next room, he could hear Adam getting dressed. Drawers opened and closed, the closet door squeaked, hangers rattled along the bar. Their skis and ski-poles were propped in the corner by the door to outside, their boots lined up along the wall. Jimmy shot a reproachful glance in that direction before returning his attention to the fabulous view.

Adam appeared in the doorway between the living room and bed room. He looked absolutely edible in dark blue ski pants and a heavy wool sweater knitted in a diamond pattern in every shade of blue from the palest powder to the deepest navy. His dark hair was tied back in a tail that fell to his hips and he wore a somber expression.

“I hate going skiing without you.” He walked across the living room in his sock-feet and stopped on the other side of the coffeetable.

Jimmy mustered a smile for his lover. “Don’t be silly. We came here to ski. It’s not your fault I’m a klutz and sprained my stupid ankle the very first day.”

Rounding the low table, Adam peered down at Jimmy’s bare foot, elevated on several pillows. “God, Jim, it’s all purple and stuff.” He stroked a fingertip over the place where the ankle-bone was completely obscured by swelling. “How does it feel?”

It hurt like a fucking bitch.

Jimmy shrugged. “It’s a little sore. It’ll be all right in a day or two if I rest it.”

Adam’s lips compressed into a thin line and his brows drew together. “I still think you should’ve let me drive you to the hospital.”

“We did not come all the way to Vermont to spend the entire night sitting in the emergency room.”

“But what if it’s broken?”

“It isn’t broken. Look, I can move it.” Gritting his teeth against the pain, Jimmy wiggled his foot. “Now will you stop fussing, mom?”

Adam’s grin flashed. “Babe, I’ve met your mom, and if she was here your ass would have been in the ER last night whether you liked it or not.”

It was the truth and Jimmy couldn’t argue. Instead he returned Adam’s grin. “I’d rather have you here than my mom any day.”

“The only reason you’re saying that, is ’cause I didn’t make you go to the ER, and she would have.”

Jimmy snorted. “Believe me babe, that is far from the only reason.” He held out his hand. “C’mere and kiss me.”

Adam sank to his knees beside the couch. Leaning over, he slipped his arms around Jimmy’s neck. His ponytail slid forward over his shoulder, the heavy hair pooling on Jimmy’s chest as their mouths came together.

They shared a sigh as Adam’s lips parted for Jimmy’s tongue. Jimmy drank in his lover’s breath, his fingers playing through the silky strands of Adam’s ponytail.

The kiss broke.

“I love your hair.”

Adam laid his cheek against Jimmy’s. “I know.” His lips grazed Jimmy’s ear. “It’s getting too long though. Starting to be a pain in the ass.”

“Don’t cut it.” He wrapped the slippery mass around his hand. It was long enough that he could take several turns through his fingers.

“It takes forever to wash and dry it.” Adam arched his neck, showing the long line of his throat above the collar of his sweater.

“How about if I hire you a fulltime hair-dresser to take care of it?”

“Hmm. If he’s hot, you’ve got a deal.”

“Smartass.” Jimmy gave Adam’s hair a tug.

“Ow, Jim, cut it out.” He laughed. “Besides, it was your idea. I was just being accommodating, humoring you ’cause you’re injured and all. I’m selfless like that, you know?”

“Hmm. I’ll have to remember to say female hair-dresser in the ad.” He nipped at the pale skin of Adam’s throat and sucked up a mark. Trailing his free hand down Adam’s torso, he palmed his lover’s cock through his ski-pants.

Adam’s head fell back, his lashes fluttered down and he groaned. His hips shifted and he pushed into Jimmy’s hand. He rocked briefly against the press of Jimmy’s palm. “Jim, stop. We can’t fool around right now.”

“Why not?” Jimmy gave Adam’s cock a light squeeze. His own already hard dick throbbed with the sudden need to be inside his lover.

“Because.”

“Because?” Removing his hand from Adam’s crotch, Jimmy used his grip on the other man’s hair to turn his head. He narrowed his eyes and pretended to glare. “Who are you and what have you done with the horny man I love?”

Adam laughed. But before he could answer there was a knock at the door.

“Who the hell could that be?”

“That’s the reason we can’t fool around. Now let go and let me get the door.”

“Screw the door.” Jimmy tightened his grip in Adam’s hair. He slid his arm around his lover’s waist and pulled him close. “They’ll get tired and go away.”

“No, they won’t.” Adam pushed at the hand trying to worm its way inside the waistband of his ski-pants. “Listen. I got you a surprise. That’s it at the door, now let me go answer it.”

Jimmy paused. “What kind of surprise?”

“I scheduled a massage for you, so you’d have something to do while I was out skiing. I didn’t want you just sitting around moping.”

Jimmy released Adam’s hair. “I do not mope.”

In a single fluid motion, Adam rose to his feet. Turning, he started for the door. “You totally do. Maybe not in front of me, but as soon as I left you would have. I know you.”

Of course he would have.

Even though he’d spent nearly an hour that morning over breakfast convincing Adam that he should go out and ski and not waste the day, He had secretly been dreading the hours alone in the condo with nothing for company besides the TV and the book he’d brought along with no real intention of reading. Yes, a good long mope had definitely been on his schedule.

Adam opened the door.
“Hi. Did you call for a massage therapist?” The voice was young and male with a very pronounced southern flavor.

“Yeah, c’mon in.” Opening the door wider, Adam stepped back, giving Jimmy his first look at the owner of that moonlight and magnolias voice.

The man who came through the door was long and lean. The dark green material of his jacket stretched taut across massive shoulders and Jimmy imagined he could hear the seams groaning under the stress. As tall as Adam, which made him about six feet, the newcomer could have been any age from eighteen to twenty-five or six. His shock of red-gold hair fell in soft waves around a narrow, sharp-featured face with a full, soft mouth, a scatter of golden freckles across the nose and cheeks and pale, icy blue eyes. He was a good-looking kid and together he and Adam made a very appealing picture.

“I’m Josh.” He set down what looked like a portable massage table and held out his hand.

“I’m Adam.” They shook. “And this is my partner, Jimmy. He’s the one getting the massage.”

The words ‘my partner’ and the possessiveness in Adam’s voice sent a little thrill racing through Jimmy. He smiled at Josh and held out his hand.
“nice to meet you.”

Josh had nice hands with long fingers and broad, lightly calloused palms. His grip was firm and strong, a good handshake.

As he slipped out of his jacket, Josh glanced at Jimmy’s elevated foot. “Skiing injury?”

“Um, no. More like a hot-tub injury.”

“Oh. Well, I guess that happens too. Did you get it checked out?”

Jimmy shook his head. “It’s fine. Just a sprain.”

Josh reached out as if he meant to take Jimmy’s foot between those long, graceful hands, but paused just before his fingers made contact. “Mind if I take a look? I used to work as an EMT before I went to massage school, and working here, I still see my share of ankle and knee injuries.”

“Go ahead.” Jimmy glanced over to where Adam had stopped with one boot on, clearly waiting for Josh’s verdict on the state of Jimmy’s injured ankle. Jimmy made a little shooing motion. “Will you stop looking at me like I have a bone poking through the skin and go have some fun?”

Adam ignored him.

Jimmy huffed out a breath that ended on a gasp as Josh pressed on an especially tender spot around his Achilles tendon.

Adam dropped his other boot. “That’s it. You’re going to the hospital.”

“I don’t think there’s anything broken,” Josh said releasing Jimmy’s foot and beginning to set up his table.

“You don’t think?” Adam’s dark eyes flashed and he started to pull off his boot.

“No. Of course, an x-ray wouldn’t be a bad idea, but it can probably wait till you get home. When are you leaving anyway?”

“Thursday.”

Josh shrugged. “It should be fine to wait till then. But if the swelling hasn’t gone down by tomorrow and you’re still really worried, you can drive him over to St. Sebastian’s. It’s about an hour away and they have a really good urgent care facility.” He folded back the sheet he’d laid over the table and eyed Adam. “In the meantime, listen to your partner and go out and do some skiing. He’s in good hands, I promise.”

Adam didn’t look happy but he made no more protest and finished putting on his boots. Clomping across the living room to where Jimmy lay on the couch, he looked down at him and frowned.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Do you need anything before I go?”

“I’m good.” Jimmy caught Adam’s hand and pressed it to his cheek, just grazing the knuckles with his lips. “now go have some fun. Take a couple runs down the mountain for me. And be careful.”

When the door closed behind Adam, Josh turned to Jimmy. “he’s really crazy about you.” His cheeks colored. “If you don’t mind me saying.”

Jimmy smiled. “I don’t mind at all. And the feeling is totally mutual, believe me.”

For a moment Josh looked as if he would say more, then didn’t. he dusted his palms together and moved his shoulders as if shrugging off some undisclosed tension. “Ready to get started?”

He instructed Jimmy to undress and lie face-down on the table under the sheet. As Jimmy eased himself up from the couch, Josh disappeared into the bathroom to give him some privacy. Jimmy undressed and settled himself on the table with his head resting in the face-cradle. A few minutes later he heard the bathroom door open and Josh returned.

After folding the sheet back to Jimmy’s hips, he rested a warm palm at the center of his bare back. “Just relax and let me do the work. If the pressure is too much or not enough, let me know and I’ll adjust. I want this to be totally relaxing for you.”

Warm oil was drizzled over Jimmy’s back and shoulders. He shivered a little at the sensation and shifted slightly getting more comfortable on the table.

Josh began to work, spreading the oil over Jimmy’s skin with long, firm strokes along either side of his spine, up over his shoulder blades and back down to just above his ass.

Jimmy sighed. The man had magic hands, that was for damn sure.

Josh’s thumbs made small circles on Jimmy’s lower back, easing out the tension and soreness left from yesterday’s skiing. Slowly he worked his way up Jimmy’s spine, pressing here, pushing there, working out kinks and twitches, tension Jimmy hadn’t even known he was holding.

When he reached Jimmy’s neck and began to work that sensitive juncture where neck joined shoulder, the sensation of those clever knowing fingers on his flesh slid straight down his spine. His cock twitched and began to fill.

Oh shit.

His eyes, which had begun to close, popped open, every nerve in his body sizzling with sudden awareness.

“Was that too much?” Josh rested his palm against the back of Jimmy’s neck, his tone solicitous and filled with concern. “You tensed up all of a sudden. Did I hurt you?”

“Um, no. It feels good,” Jimmy said honestly. It did. It felt amazing, which was exactly where the problem came in.

“All right, you let me know if you need anything. Otherwise just try to relax and breathe into my hands.” Those fingers went to work again. “Just let everything go and you’ll be amazed at how good you’ll feel when I’m done with you.”

“Mm Hmm.” Jimmy shut his eyes and willed his dick to go down before he had to turn over because wouldn’t that just make him look like an old perv? He deepened his breaths, breathing into Josh’s hands just as he’d been told. Long … slow … breaths …

He felt the tension melting away, his eyelids growing heavier with each breath and each stroke of those clever fingers.

***
In the dream, he and Adam were back in the hot-tub, except this time Josh was there too, the three of them sitting neck-deep in the water, himself in the middle with Adam on one side and Josh on the other.

Jimmy leaned back between their supporting arms, content to watch as they turned toward each other and kissed, their mouths coming together, their wet naked chests pressing close across Jimmy’s lap, their twin arousals mere inches from his own.

Josh’s flame-colored hair caught the light, his fair skin luminous in the water. Adam’s dark lashes fluttered down, fanning out against his perfect cheekbones as Josh’s tongue traced his lips before dipping inside. Then together, as if at some unheard signal, they leaned toward Jimmy and suddenly the three of them were kissing, lips and tongues tangling, flavors familiar and brand new blending into something unique and never before tasted.

Jimmy was carried along in a haze of wet skin and hard male bodies. A hand gripped his cock and another cupped his balls. Fingers traced lower and teased at his hole as someone, maybe Adam, maybe Josh, kissed him again. Teeth sank into his shoulder while his nipple was pinched and lightly twisted, the tiny pain shooting straight to his dick. He bucked up into their hands, silently begging for them to take him over the edge.

“Not yet, baby,” Adam murmured against Jimmy’s lips. “You can’t come yet.”

Josh licked a line up Jimmy’s throat. “First, we’re going to fuck you. Fill you up and make you scream.”

And just like that, they were out of the water, the three of them sprawled naked on a downey white comforter on a bed bigger than any Jimmy had ever seen. It seemed to go on forever with mountains of pillows rising on every side.

The two younger men crawled over him. Hands gripped and stroked, fingers pinched and teased, raising goosebumps all over Jimmy’s body. A warm wet mouth closed over Jimmy’s cock while another claimed his lips for yet more of those intoxicating kisses.

Then suddenly he was on his hands and knees. Josh’s lithe golden body rising up before him while Adam’s weight settled over his back like a warm, living blanket. A hand closed around his aching dick and Adam’s lips brushed his ear.

“We’re going to fuck you now, baby. Are you ready?”

Jimmy whimpered, the only answer he could give because the head of Josh’s cock was already sliding past his lips. He lapped at the plum-shaped glands, tasting the salty-sweetness of pre-cum as first one then two fingers breeched his ass, readying him for what would come next.

Fingertips nudged his prostate, making him moan around the steely length filling his mouth. A hand gripped his hair, angling his head as the fingers were replaced with something larger.

The head of Adam’s cock pressed against his hole as josh’s cock bumped the back of his throat. The pressure against his asshole increased, growing more insistent, relentless until suddenly the head popped through and he was being filled and stretched. The invasion burned and stung, but the pain felt exquisite, distracted as he was by the hand in his hair and the dick in his mouth.

Above him Josh groaned. Behind him Adam’s balls nestled against his ass. Between them he was nothing more than a blaze of feeling, a wash in sensation and the driving need to be taken and used by these two beautiful men.

They fucked him and he rocked between them. Back and forth. Back and forth. His own need melding and merging with theirs until Jimmy could stand it no longer.

It was too much, all this pleasure and need. He wanted to stop, to come, to make them come. Make them scream for him the way they were going to make him scream. He wanted it to end, while at the same time he wanted it to go on and on.

His dick throbbed and his balls pulled tight and …

***
“Jimmy?” A warm hand scented with oil shook his shoulder. “Time to wake up now.”

Jimmy whimpered as that hand yanked him out of the dream. He tried to shrug it off, to return to where he’d been just a moment before, but it was relentless, as was the voice that repeated his name.

Reluctantly, Jimmy opened his eyes and slowly raised his head. He blinked at the fair, golden face from his dream and the heat rose immediately to his cheeks. Oblivious to the source of his embarrassment, the man smiled down at him.

“You ready to turn over for me?”

When Adam returned from skiing, he found his lover once again on the couch, his foot propped up, a light blanket thrown over him.

Jimmy sent him a smile as Adam shrugged out of his jacket and bent to undo his boots. “How was skiing?”

“Great.” Adam pulled off one boot and tossed it aside. “But man, am I sore. The mountain really kicked my ass today. I went down the black diamond and it just about killed me.” The other boot joined the first. “How was your massage?”

“It was good.” Jimmy felt the heat rise once again to his face at the memory of the dream. He thought about moving, turning his head, something, because surely Adam would see and wonder. But Every single one of his muscles felt like Jell-o and moving even that much would require more will than he could muster.

“Awesome. I’m glad it was good for you.” Adam stretched and groaned. “Hmm, maybe I should schedule a massage for me too. What do you think, babe?”

Written by Kimberly Gardner

As early as the seventh grade, Kimberly remembers slashing her favorite rockstars and reading romance. So it’s not surprising that her two passions, romance and putting pretty boys with other pretty boys, should come together in her writing. Moliere said, “Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, then for a few close friends, then for money.” Kimberly is delighted to finally be doing it for money.
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