CHAPTER SIX #3
Jago began panting, his tongue outstretched in self-mockery before easing back on his haunches and howling as if the moon itself could hear. Alex pushed himself up, and sitting across from Jago, began to howl too.
“Awwooooooo!” Jago howled with a laugh. “Awwooooooooo!!!!!”
Alex’s howl collapsed into laughter. “We won’t bother your neighbours?”
“Not from in here.” Jago said, arms outstretched as he caught his breath. “My sacred place, remember? How are you feeling?”
“Amazing. I don’t know what you were doing or where you learned it, but…” A few more seconds passed between them, and for the first time since Jago had asked him to lie down, Alex felt awkward. “I should probably go.”
“Perhaps, but I hope you won’t.”
It occurred to Alex as their lips met that he’d not kissed a man like this in a long time; with earnestness and courage, yet also a tentativeness that came from wanting the kiss to deepen with each passing second.
Their shared nudity had stripped away much of his nervousness, and what remained made the taste of Jago one he longed to intensify.
Jago, who up until now had been so in control of their time together, from the beer, to the massage, to even leading their questions, now lay on his back, his smile one of gentle adoration as he stroked Alex’s cheek.
Torn between the urge to kiss him again and hover above him, drinking in every second of that smile, Alex let out a nervous giggle.
“What?” Jago said.
“I just wasn’t expecting this. You’re more beautiful than I thought.”
“I’m not sure how to take that.”
“I mean—I’ll shut up. I know you have guys telling you you’re beautiful all the time.”
Jago cupped his hand around Alex’s jaw, stroking the curve of his ear with a stray fingertip. “Not guys I care to hear it from, usually. There comes a time when casual sex starts to burn you out.”
Alex took Jago’s hand in his and kissed it impulsively. “Can’t say I’ve yet had that particular burnout.”
“It will happen. You stay in Madrid long enough? Or Barcelona or Mexico City... even New York or London. Anywhere that gathers men like us. It makes me fearful, sometimes. Such great hedonistic parties throughout history have seldom fizzled out. They’re more often crushed by an unwelcome visitor.
The church. The Fascists. The plague…” He shook his head vehemently. “Gosh, I sound cheery.”
Alex tried to brush his dire prediction off with a shrug. “You certainly have a dark side.”
“You worked that out so quickly?”
Feeling emboldened, Alex began stroking the contours of Jago’s chest. “Did we or did we not dance in the shadow of the devil’s image tonight?”
Jago laughed, pulling Alex closer and wrapping him in a warm hug, accompanied by another deep, welcome kiss.
It had occurred to Alex at some point during the massage how cool the room was, at least relative to outside, or even compared to the rest of the apartment.
But reasoning this seemed a waste of time with Jago’s naked body pinned against his.
He brought his knee up between Jago’s legs, pressing their bodies into each other with renewed hunger until their kiss broke again.
“Perhaps that’s why all that sex with those tourist boys—Americans, English, and French guys, Germans—leaves me cold. I’m a secret Cassandra.” Jago mocked his own sentence with wide eyes as he stroked Alex’s hair. “Beware, beware!”
“Our Sister Cassandra of the Immaculate Foreboding and Occasional Dance Rehearsal?”
Jago laughed, slapping him playfully across the cheek. “You’re quite silly, you know? It’s charming, and you should use it more. Make your next show an absurdist comedy perhaps?”
“You think I’ll have another one?”
“Why wouldn’t you? You could put on the worst piece of crap a Madrid stage has ever seen. They still wouldn’t drum you out, so long as you’re being brave.”
Perhaps it was Jago’s words or the drink, but he did feel brave.
He kissed Jago again, slipping the hand that had been on his chest behind his head, while he reached lower with the other, tracing the faint definition of Jago’s stomach until his fingers pushed through a down of soft hairs.
Alex’s fingers brushed the warm flesh of Jago’s cock.
“Sorry,” he said, withdrawing.
“I don’t recall stopping you. I thought we were being brave?”
Alex inched his way down Jago’s body like he was descending a ladder, kissing first his neck, then his chest and nipples.
The warm, natural scent of Jago’s underarm, dry and clean yet heightened by the summer heat was more than he could resist. He put his nose to it, letting the dark thatch of hair tickle his lips before kissing his way down Jago’s flank to his abs.
He danced around Jago’s midsection, considering his moves as if it were a chessboard.
Alex liked to think he knew how to bring a man to several satisfying checks before any ‘mating’ took place.
With Jago, he wanted to get it just right.
He glanced up to see Jago lying on his back, eyes closed, arms resting behind his head, biting his lip as he tried to anticipate Alex’s next move.
Alex had never kissed muscles so close to the surface surrounding a man’s dick before.
He enjoyed Jago’s grin as he brushed his cheek along the smooth, uncut erection.
He stroked the spot beneath Jago’s balls with two fingers, pressing just hard enough to elicit a moan and another twitch as he play-bit the inside of Jago’s thigh, then caught one of Jago’s balls briefly in his mouth before releasing it.
He licked away a drop of pre-cum that had smeared his lips, then took the head of Jago’s cock in his mouth, expertly working his foreskin back and forth, pushing his tongue into it to savour each drop.
The sound of Jago’s moan as he abruptly slid his lips down the entire shaft was all the sign he needed to press a little firmer beneath Jago’s balls, tweaking the man’s nipple with his other hand.
Jago laughed. “You’ve been holding out on me.”
“What’s that mean?” Alex asked before resuming service.
“It means you’re not so na?ve as you let people think.”
Taking hold of Alex’s shoulders, Jago flipped their positions with surprising dexterity. His erection fell from Alex’s mouth, flopping neatly between Alex’s legs as he moved to return the favour.
“I’ll take that as a complimen—Oh!”
“Mmmm,” Jago slid his mouth up and down Alex’s shaft, suckling his balls and pushing his nose into Alex’s pubes as he tongued the hilt.
“You should.” Within seconds, it was clear Jago enjoyed giving oral pleasure at least as much as he enjoyed receiving.
He was coyer about it than Alex, playing patiently with the shaft and balls like each potential movement or drop of pre-cum were a new discovery, a source of fascination he couldn’t waste. “You smell good.”
“So do you.”
“No,” Jago glanced down as a gentle chuckle escaped him. “I mean, sometimes the ointment can smell a bit weird the first time you put it on, or even react to the skin. But I think it likes you.”
“Your ointment likes me?” Alex laughed. “What do I say to that?”
“I can get you a gag if that will make it easier. Now, shush.”
Jago began sucking again, bringing Alex dangerously close to climax before he withdrew. He gently rolled Alex onto his side, flicking his tongue over the crack of Alex’s backside.
“Woah, I’m not… I mean, I was not expecting this.” A shy expression darkened Alex’s face. No discussion had killed more moods mid-flight than this one. “I’m not prepped.”
“Understood.” Jago kissed Alex gently on the forehead. “Do you enjoy it?”
“Oh gods, yes!”
Jago’s kind smile spread into a mischievous grin. “Then trust me. I have my ways.”
He rested on his side as Jago continued to play with his body, kiss his neck, and massage between his legs, exploring every opening and crevice for signs of potential pleasure.
If Alex wasn’t responding, it was for good and simple reason—it was all pleasure.
Before he could ask Jago if he was sure or protest further, Jago had smeared a little more of the ointment over his erection and was pushing it against Alex’s crack.
Should he have resisted? Did he trust his body?
He trusted Jago well enough, and damn, he did want this.
Accepting the smooth wet length of the shaft as it pushed inside him, Alex grasped Jago’s hand tight, kissing it as Jago slid in deeper, pulling Alex’s body into his own and kissing his neck.
He felt the dark fur of Jago’s legs mingled with his, smelled the hint of sweat that could no longer contain itself as their bodies mingled.
He tried to turn his head to catch Jago in a kiss, only to gasp as Jago thrilled his prostate with confident thrusts.
He whimpered as Jago granted him the kiss he’d desired, moaning into his mouth as they continued fucking in ecstasy.
Jago clasped one hand firmly around Alex’s shoulders while the other cupped his cock.
Alex whimpered as he slid his erection along the warm flesh of Jago’s palm, as if they were fucking in unison, Jago pleasuring Alex while Alex hoped this was just the beginning of what they could explore together.
“Don’t let go of me,” whispered Jago.
Like hell! Alex could have come so easily, but the thought of ending this moment was more than he could bear.
Letting go was out of the question. He closed his eyes as the ground beneath them seemed to fall away, Jago’s legs wrapped around his, that beautiful, bold cock spearing into him again and again, finding new corners of his insides to pleasure.
He could feel their bodies turning in unison, as Jago tightened his grip. “I’m so close,” he breathed.
“Just a little more,” Jago replied. “I want your first time to last.”
Rather than ask what that meant, the decidedly non-virginal Alex pushed his hips back deeper into Jago’s.
The man eased his grip on Alex’s cock without entirely letting go, as their bodies convulsed in unison, locked together, tumbling in what felt like open air.
Jago pushed again with such force that Alex opened his eyes.
He didn’t realise at first that several feet now separated them from the floor, or that the sensation of weightlessness he’d felt while being fucked had been no illusion.
In that dim room, surrounded by candles and Jago’s collection of occult oddities, their bronzed bodies hovered in place, intertwined like the snakes of the Caduseus.
Two Andalusian dogs, floating in each other’s lust.
He began to shake. “Jago? Jago what—” The shaking grew more violent, and he began kicking his legs.
“Alex? Alex, close your eyes. Relax. It’s all right.”
“Jago? What’s going on? What the hell?”
“Alex, stop fighting—” The pair of them collapsed to the floor with a sudden bump, falling apart and sprawling across the mat. Jago let out a gasp, rubbing the elbow that had taken the brunt of his fall. “I told you not to fight it.”
Alex was still trying to catch his breath, ignoring the pain in the hip he’d landed on. “Fight what? Jago? What was that? What did you do?”
“Perhaps I should have warned or even asked you. But I thought you’d enjoy it much more as a surprise.”
“A surprise? One minute you’re fucking me and the next, we’re floating like Linda Blair in The Exorcist.”
“While I’m still fucking you, yes.”
“Jago! That’s not the issue. Explain the floating to me.”
“If I do, will you promise not to be mad?” Jago held his hands up in front of him, as they got to their feet. “I need you to have an open mind.”
“An open…” The absurdity of the scene dawned on Alex before he could finish.
There they were, nursing probable bruises after a bout of what had up to that point been the best sex of his young life.
It was a scene from some farcical supernatural play, only without wires or effects.
“I think it’s safe to say my mind is open. ”
Jago suppressed an obvious smirk as they stood together in all their nakedness. “Can we sit down? What I need to tell you is going to sound a bit strange.”
Alex accepted the invitation, waiting patiently for Jago to sit down opposite him, legs folded, composed as he had been when he’d first asked Alex to disrobe. When Jago’s answers were not immediately forthcoming, Alex refused to wait any longer. “What was that about, then? It’s a neat trick.”
“It’s not a trick, Alex. Not entirely. It’s taken me many years to master the skills. Perhaps I overestimated my own abilities.”
“Abilities? You’re a magician, then? A conjuring trickster?”
Jago held up a hand to shush him. “Alex, I’m a witch.”