A.O.E.M.: Under Your Spell Page 6

  The hands curled gently in Niko’s hair, guiding him slowly toward Jamie’s groin. “Well,” he said with a grin in his voice. “How about you get to it, then? I don’t know how much longer we’ll have here, and I want to feel your clever, magic-working mouth wrapped around me.”

  Oh. Oh. Niko licked his lips again. To taste Jamie deep in his mouth, to feel him heavy on his tongue… it would be heaven itself. “Such an act would please you?” he whispered.

  “Much,” Jamie replied in a ragged voice. “Oh, yes. Very much.”

  Niko drew closer. He could smell Jamie then, a rich, musky bouquet of pure manhood that enticed him and filled his senses. He had to taste Jamie’s flavor, bursting on his tongue. But it had been long and long since he had been asked to perform such a service, and longer still since he had become too proud to give it as anything but the greatest favor. “Jamie,” he whispered. “I fear I will not please you.”

  Jamie gave a broken laugh. “Niko? Just you being there, where you are, has me ready to pop. Trust me. You can’t not please me. Do what comes naturally. It’s a pretty good bet I’ll love it.”

  Niko looked up at Jamie one last time, took a deep breath, and nuzzled into the man’s groin, burying his lips and nose in golden crinkles of hair. Feeling both the soft flesh of the ball sac below, and the hardness of Jamie’s cock to one side. It thumped against his cheek, eager to be included. Niko laughed a little. Extending his tongue, he flicked it at the skin. A tease. It felt good to tantalize Jamie, not in cruelty or demanding he feel the same things Niko felt, but simply to give him pleasure.

  “Yes.” Jamie’s fingers caressed him. “Just a little to the left, and you’ll be A-OK.”

  Niko laughed into Jamie’s skin. Laughter! Ah -- had he ever experienced such a thing with a lover? If yes, it had been so long ago he could not remember it. It felt new and refreshing, like the first draught of sparkling champagne. It made him want to smile, and nuzzle deeper, eliciting a laugh in return.

  Jamie’s hands felt gentle. The man might be willing to wait all day for Niko to adjust to submission, but his cock had different ideas. It tapped at his cheek again, impatient in the extreme to have its own share of attention. “Such a fine organ,” Niko murmured against Jamie’s flesh. “Shall I show you other things I know?”

  “Like what?” Jamie asked, his voice soft and warm, but his cock throbbing with a pulse beat Niko could feel against his face.

  “Oh, perhaps… playing the flute?”

  “Playing the -- oh.” Jamie chuckled, a deep and comforting, yet eager sound. “I’d like to see you try it.”

  “See it, yes. But to feel it, I think you would like even more.” Niko drew back a little, just far enough to settle on his heels and place both hands on Jamie’s hips. Jamie’s cock bobbed in front of him, darkly swollen and straining forward. He bent to kiss the tip, one light and tender kiss. Tenderness. That, too, felt new. Yet it was good as well. Better than good, in fact.

  Bracing himself against Jamie, Niko leaned forward and took the head of the man’s cock into his mouth. Unsure of how much he could handle, he lavished affection on that part of him first, swirling his tongue around and around as if eating the finest of ice creams. Cream, yes. Excited by the warm, wet caress, Jamie’s cock began to produce small drops of salty-sweet pre-come, little pearls landing on Niko’s tongue. He rolled them around in his mouth, then swallowed eagerly. He exulted silently: his mate, his pet, was now part of him. Nothing could separate them now. It was all he wanted, and still more lay ahead.

  Testing himself, Niko drew a bit more of Jamie’s cock into his mouth. He discovered to his dismay he could take only a little of the great length, and moaned in disappointment. He wanted to feel it all, every bit of the skin, silky-smooth and hard against his tongue.

  Jamie laughed and ruffled his hair. “Don’t worry,” he soothed. “There are other ways. And trust me, you’re doing fine.”

  Heartened, Niko drew back, applying gentle suction as he slid Jamie’s cock out of his mouth. It parted from his lips with a soft pop. Jamie gave a small whimper he seemed unable to help, but Niko smiled up at him. “Other ways, you said,” he reminded the man. “I would like to try these. Perhaps you will like them just as well.”

  Fisting the base of Jamie’s cock, he began to run his tongue up and down the length of the shaft, pausing for swirling licks around the head to scoop up the small bubbles of pre-come. Jamie’s thighs began to tremble beneath his hands. “Good,” the man breathed. “Yes. Like that.”

  Niko exhaled warm air against Jamie’s cock, up and down, basking in the reflected heat. Whimsically, he nibbled lightly at the length as he might an ear of corn, had he been given to eating such things. This tasted far better. Gentle with his teeth so he did not break the skin, he found to his delight this elicited by far the best reaction yet. Jamie gave a mighty groan, his hands flexing tight for a moment in Niko’s hair. “Yes,” he urged. “Yes. Again.”

  Niko obliged. Then, exploring further, he found a large vein running underneath Jamie’s cock, and lapped a path up the tracery of dark blue. Ideas came to him thick and fast, notions he could hardly wait to act upon. Ducking beneath Jamie’s organ for a moment, he licked at the man’s balls, suckling first one and then the other into his mouth with exquisite care. He rolled them on his tongue, savoring the way they felt, heavy and full.

  Jamie groaned. “Stop,” he said abruptly. “Niko, stop!”

  Startled, Niko pulled away. “You are not pleased?”

  Jamie looked down at him, face damp with sweat, and eyes filled with a ravenous hunger. “Pleased? I like it too much,” he rasped. “Way too much. I have other plans for us, Niko. Plans involving you being on your back, with your legs over my shoulders.”

  Niko gave a shudder. As he had said, he had allowed himself to be penetrated before, as part of the price paid for learning magics, but never had his body thrilled and jumped to life at the thought of a cock entering him. His own prick pulsed eagerly, set ablaze by the thought of Jamie piercing his rosebud. Hastily, he tumbled onto his back. “Waste no time,” he breathed. “I desire this as well. Come to me, Pet. Lover. Jamie.”

  Jamie stared at him in disbelief, but let no second go to waste himself. Kneeling, he took first one of Niko’s slim, pale legs in one strong hand and draped it over his shoulder, and then the other. His cock pushed at the seam between Niko’s ass cheeks, eager to get inside. He began to push -- then stopped. “Lube,” he groaned. “We don’t have anything to make this go easier.”

  Niko twinkled up at him. “Have you learned nothing? There are benefits to being a sorcerer. Test me, Jamie. I am wet and waiting for you.”

  Jamie’s strong fingers slipped down between Niko’s cheeks, and probed at his hole. He gaped a little when he found it slick with spicy-scented lubricant. “How did you do that?” He shook his head. “Never mind. I don’t think I want to know. I’m just glad you did.”

  “And you as well,” Niko said, pushing a little against the blunt tip of Jamie’s cock. “I took the liberty.”

  Jamie laughed. “With you, that’s like saying, I took a breath.”

  “Still and all. Check yourself. I would make this comfortable for you, too.” Niko watched as Jamie slipped a hand down to his own cock, and saw his eyes widen as he found it well slicked with the same unguent.

  Laughing, Jamie leaned forward to kiss him. “You are a wonder,” he said, rubbing his nose against Niko’s. “The eighth wonder of the world.”

  “I would rank myself higher than eighth.”

  “You would.” Jamie dipped his fingers into the slick ointment coating Niko’s hole, and pressed gently against his entrance. Niko centered himself, remembering long-ago lessons learned in breathing and relaxation. He opened like a flower beneath Jamie’s touch, his hole stretching to accommodate first one finger, then two, then three.

  “You see,” he said, reaching up to caress Jamie’s chest. “I am ready for you. Will you have me?”

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nbsp; Jamie groaned and laughed. “Niko, what a question. Yes, I’ll have you.”

  “Then waste no more time.” Niko canted his hips, pushing so the tip of Jamie’s cock slid into him. “Fuck me now. Make it hard and fast. I like pain as well as pleasure. To me, they are the same.”

  Jamie twined their hands together, lifting Niko’s arms behind his head. “No pain,” he whispered. “Just pleasure. And now, yes, now.” Jamie thrust forward, and, there being no need for Niko to stop and adjust, slid in fully with one smooth glide. He gasped, a sweet sound better than anything Niko had ever heard before, though he only paid it scant attention. No, he was focused on the stretch and burn inside him, the fullness so exquisitely good, and the pulse beating in Jamie’s cock now thumping within him.

  “More,” he whispered, wriggling. “Give me more.”

  “I’ll give you more, all right.” Jamie drew back and thrust again, another slick glide, the friction so marvelous that both men cried out. Niko matched him, push for push, their hips finding a rhythm older than time, magical as anything he could create with his art.

  Jamie’s limbs began to tremble. The iron control he had exerted started to crumble as he pumped his cock in and out of Niko, each stroke better than the last. “Do you want me to come inside you?” he whispered. “Want to feel it splashing deep inside?”

  Niko moaned, pushing up. “Do it,” he said. “Fill me. Make me yours, as you are mine.” A vague image of the two clay figurines bound together filled his mind, but he quickly cast that thought aside in favor of the pleasures of the moment. He clamped down, milking Jamie’s cock with his deep interior muscles. “Come for me, Jamie.” He could feel his own erection throbbing, on the very verge of explosion. “Come for me, now.”

  “No magic?”

  “None.”

  “No tricks?”

  “Not a one.”

  “Just you and me?”

  “You and I,” Niko whispered, undulating his hips. “Do it, Jamie. Do it now.”

  Jamie slid forward in one long, last thrust, then froze save for the quaking of his muscles. Deep inside, Niko could feel heated spurts of liquid bathing him, bursting against his inner walls. Realizing his body had brought Jamie so much pleasure sent a jolt of excitement to his brain and loins, proving too much. Arching up, he let out a soft cry as his own orgasm exploded from him, bathing his stomach and splashing Jamie with heated come.

  Jamie remained where he was for a long moment, still shaking, his body twitching as the last of the orgasm faded. He closed his eyes for a long moment. When he opened them they shone, gleaming at Niko with a sort of adoration -- and, dared he hope it? -- love.

  Sliding out, he lay down on his side, and pulled Niko to him, ignoring the mess they had made. “I’m a cuddler,” he said softly. “Hope you don’t mind?”

  Niko nearly purred, curling into the warm embrace. “It is new to me,” he admitted, “but I believe I like it.”

  “Good. You’re in for a lot of it. And hey, you want to see something cool?” Jamie sparkled at him. “Check this out.”

  The grass began to grow beneath them, lush and soft. Trees burst into rich, verdant leaf. As Niko stared, he fancied he heard nightingales landing softly on branches, beginning to sing to one another. The moon still hung high in the sky, but the harshness of its glare softened to a cool glow, bathing their bodies with its light. Jamie grinned. “Pretty cool, huh?”

  Niko twisted to gape around himself. “You did this?”

  “I think we both did. And hey, enough of the wiggling. Snuggle time.” Jamie tugged Niko back against him, spooning their bodies one against the other in a perfect fit. “See?” he whispered, tucking his chin into the crook of Niko’s shoulder. “Isn’t this better than a slave? A pet, I still say I can deal with. But being without my free will is definitely not an option. See how much better it can be when I can do what I want, too?”

  Niko curled against Jamie, sunk deep in thought. Yes… yes. Jamie had the right of it. He had not considered, before, how much difference it made. He would not want a lump in his bed, responding only to his commands. A small part of the notion still appealed, but might Jamie not choose to play a game such as Master and Slave one night? He laughed. Who would be Master, and who Slave?

  They could choose, yes.

  Jamie might also choose to let Niko fuck him, or if he felt in the mood, take control as he had done. Niko could still feel the delicious ache deep inside, and knew he would want more of it.

  He had made a grave mistake. Fortunately, he could right it. And right it he would. Gently pulling away from Jamie with a caress, he sat up. “Time for us to part now,” he said. “I have business I must attend to. But I ask this of you: when your plane lands, I will be waiting on the tarmac. If you will agree to be my mate, my lover, my partner, greet me with a kiss.”

  Jamie darted up, pressing his lips against Niko’s. He grinned broadly as he pulled back. “Like this?”

  Niko’s heart thumped. “Exactly like that,” he said. “Return to your body now, Jamie. I have learned what I was meant to learn, a lesson taught to me by higher powers than I control.”

  Jamie’s forehead wrinkled.

  “I will explain it all later, if we have a later.” Unable to resist, Niko stroked Jamie’s chest one more time. “Now, I return, and so do you. But when you land, if you will, come to me. I will welcome you with open arms.”

  Jamie lay back against the rich grass, his smile sleepy and content. “It’s a deal, Niko.”

  Niko pressed a kiss to his own fingertips and brushed them against Jamie’s mouth. “Awaken, then, sleeper. Awaken…”

  Chapter Seven

  Niko’s sprite was waiting for him when he returned from the Shadow-Summerlands, perched impudently on one of his knees. “You’re back, back, back,” it chimed. “Have a good trip?”

  “What do you know of trips, you imp?” Niko muttered. He raised himself on his elbows. When Jamie had summoned him, his body had fallen willy-nilly, landing on the floor next to his worktable. A good thing he hadn’t injured himself -- though to be sure, he had not considered it while caught up in Jamie’s arms. “Get off me! I am standing.”

  The sprite jumped off Niko’s knee as he levered himself up, popping out of existence and then back in, balanced on a pestle. It peered at him, curious as a child. “You have learned a lesson,” it said, sounding impressed. “It shines on your face.”

  Niko rubbed his chin. “Yes,” he said, “perhaps I have.”

  “What were you taught, taught, taught?” the sprite wanted to know. “Something of value?”

  “Of very great value indeed.” Niko’s mind worked quickly. “What is the condition of the air?”

  The sprite spun in a lazy circle. “Smooth as glass now. The plane will be landing soon.” Its smile turned wicked. “The plane with your mate on it.”

  “Then I must hurry.” Turning to his chair, Niko seized up the small, enchanted box he’d fashioned, holding the two clay figurines. He examined it carefully. Not even he could break the charms he’d put on it, but perhaps, if the Higher Powers were gracious…

  He stroked the eternal seal with his fingertips. “Have pity on me, a fool, O Master of the masters,” he prayed aloud. “Break the bond I forged without thought or consideration. Give my mate his free will again.”

  The sprite’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?” it asked, fascinated. “You bound him for a reason.”

  “Yes, and as you keep reminding me, there is the rule of three. I have learned thrice over, and still more, what value free will has, and what it means when that gift is taken away.” Niko rubbed the box’s seal. “Have mercy, be lenient, grant me what I seek,” he pleaded. “Not for my sake, but for Jamie’s, the innocent in this matter. Will you hear my cry, Master of masters?”

  There was a pause. The air thickened, charging with static electricity. Niko’s hair stood on end. Yes -- yes -- just perhaps --

  With a small clink, the seal broke open. Th
e air cleared, and Niko stood shaking, his clothing in disarray, holding the small box. The box he could now open, if he so chose.

  He placed his hands on the lid, ready to lift it. The sprite fluttered to hover in the air near his hand. It dared to place its fingers on his, tugging at his thumb. “Are you sure, sure, sure?” it wanted to know. “What if Jamie rejects you now?”

  “Then let it be his choice,” Niko said. He raised the lid of the box and withdrew the small clay figures. He stared at them a moment, bound chest to chest and cock to cock, his shape dominant over Jamie’s, usurping his ability to think and make decisions for himself. “I’m through playing God. If Jamie wants me, and I believe he does, let it be on his own terms.”

  The sprite withdrew, eyes wide. Niko carefully unpicked the silver cord holding the two figures together, and cast it onto the floor. Instantly he felt a painful sense of loss. Jamie had slipped from his grasp, outside the bounds of his mental reach. In his plane, high above the island, did Jamie feel it too?

  Yet there remained still one more thing to do. Raising the clay figures in his fist, he held them above his head for a moment. Doubt tugged briefly at him, self-uncertainty and wonder -- but then, with a determined shake of his head, Niko brought his hand down and cast the clay men on the floor, where they broke into pieces.

  This time, the sense of loss was nearly a physical pain. He staggered, reaching out for the table to steady himself. The sprite flashed to his side, hands fluttering. “Master, are you ill?” it asked, looking terrified. “Shall I call a doctor, nurse, a medicine man?”

  Niko found he could smile, still. “No,” he said, catching his breath. “Peace. No. I am well. Fetch me clothes, instead.”

  The sprite tilted its head. “Clothes?”

  “Yes. Jeans and a well-fitting silk shirt; my closet holds many of the things.” He plucked at his black working robes. “Jamie’s plane will land soon, and I intend to meet him. But I will meet him as a man, not a magician. Bring me clothes so I may dress the part.”