Things That are Pretty
It was a typical Saturday night on the road for Ray Whitney. While the rest of the team, including his roommate, went out for drinks, Ray stayed in. He ordered some room service, showered, and thought about ordering a movie to watch. It was either that or going to sleep early. Never let it be said that Ray Whitney did not have difficult decisions to make in his life.
Ray had just changed into his pajamas and was on the verge of making his choice when he heard a knock from the door. He thought that maybe it was Schneider, forgetting his keys again. Slightly annoyed, Ray went to answer the door.
“Trick or treat.” It was Kirk Maltby. Unexpected, but that was not the surprise. Kirk was wearing a strapless poofy pink taffeta and lace gown. It made him look like he was wrapped in cotton candy. It made Ray kind of hungry. Perhaps he should have ordered a milkshake with dinner.
Ray smiled, shaking his head. “Nice dress, Maltby. But Halloween was yesterday.”
Kirk smiled mysteriously. “I know. But I wanted to ask you something.”
“What, ‘Do I look fat in this’—”
Ray’s sentence ran out of time as his back hit the nearby wall hard enough to drive the air from his lungs, Kirk’s demanding lips on his own preventing him from regaining it. Somewhere in the back of Ray’s consciousness, he noted that Kirk was quite good at multitasking, as he kicked the door closed while kissing.
Ray’s hands came up to rest on the bare skin of Kirk’s shoulders but whether to push him away or pull him closer he couldn’t decide. Ray’s lips parted instinctively under Kirk’s questing tongue and he couldn’t contain the moan that ripped from his throat as that talented tongue slid sensually over his own, tasting every inch of his mouth. Spots began forming in front of his eyes from lack of oxygen but he would rather suffocate then break the fluffy embrace he found himself locked in.
Ray gasped for air when Kirk finally released him and may have slid down the wall his knees felt so weak if the taller man wasn’t pressed tightly against him from chest to groin, pinning him against the wall. The taffeta made a crinkling sound as it rubbed irritatingly against Ray; the gown would have to go, delightfully delicious looking as it was.
“Kirk.”
Kirk’s lips trailed along his jaw to his ear nibbling on the lobe, tracing the contours with his lips and tongue. Ray made an undignified sound, almost like a squeak, followed by another long moan.
“Kirk?”
“Ray, I’m trying to seduce you here. Whatever it is spit it out already,” Kirk whispered in his ear before biting on the lobe, hard.
Ray gasped as Kirk began undoing the buttons of his shirt, kissing his way down his flesh as it became exposed.
“Kirk… I thought… you… wanted to… ask me…”
Kirk looked up at Ray from the trail he was licking down the smaller man’s chest and smiled at him. Ray’s breath caught at the gleam in Kirk’s eyes.
“I think I’ve said everything I wanted to say already.”
“Kirk…”
“Now shut up.”
The shirt was shoved off Ray’s shoulders and slid to the floor in a puddle of flannel; it was quickly followed by its better half (the pants). Kirk made quick work of exploring the flesh he had just revealed. Ray sighed, threading his fingers through the blond locks of Kirk’s hair, marveling at how soft the hair was.
Kirk’s lips trailed over his collar bone, down over the pale, smooth chest, circling one nipple teasingly. Ray whimpered when Kirk bit down gently on the hardening nub, then blew over the wet and exposed flesh, sending goose bumps all over Ray’s skin.
“Kirk!”
Kirk pinched the other nipple between his fingers while he continued to suckle on the first. He ended up having to hold Ray upright with his spare arm when Ray’s legs suddenly gave way. The tiny forward gripped Kirk’s shoulders tightly in an effort to keep his balance, thankful for hockey player strong arms supporting him.
Kirk’s lips left a wet trail down his chest and over his stomach as he knelt in front of Ray, lapping briefly in the indentation of Ray’s belly button before trailing lower.
Ray bit his lip as Kirk slid his hands down his smooth back and gripped the tense muscles of his ass hard. His nails made sharp indentations in the skin of Kirk’s shoulders as Kirk nipped at the fluttering muscles of his stomach, so close yet so far from what he wanted.
“Kirk, please!”
Kirk’s hungry gaze traveled up Ray’s bare body and his pale skin flushed beautifully under the intense stare. Kirk smiled, running his hands over Ray’s slender legs; the rough lace from Kirk’s dress smothering his legs felt amazingly erotic in contrast to Kirk’s fingertips.
Ray, almost curiously, tugged at the zipper on the back of Kirk’s gown. Kirk chuckled but pinned Ray’s arms at his side before Ray could unzip him.
“Stay still.”
Ray whimpered in disappointment but did as he was told, keeping his arms at his side as Kirk ran his hands over his body again, possessively. Kirk nuzzled the impossibly soft hair at the base of Ray’s cock, causing him to whimper again. Kirk finally gave into Ray’s silent pleas and took him into his mouth after only a moment of hesitation.
Kirk was surprisingly talented, Ray found. For a man in a pink dress, perhaps it shouldn’t be so surprising. Then again…
Ray tried to keep his hands at his side, leaving deep scratches in the wall behind him that hopefully the hotel staff wouldn’t wonder about later.
Kirk moved a hand to caress Ray’s balls, applying pressure just where he knew it would give the most pleasure. His other hand slipped around to Ray’s opening, fingers teasing for a moment before finally sliding in. Slick fingers? Where had the lube come from? Or what else was Kirk hiding in the depths of his cotton candy gown?
Ray stopped thinking about that when Kirk ran his tongue along the sensitive underside of Ray’s cock, swirling the tip with his tongue playfully before taking him back into his throat and sucking hard. Between Kirk’s fingers and his tongue, Ray was ready to fall over the edge.
Kirk stopped his ministrations suddenly and Ray protested rather loudly despite himself before Kirk rose up and silenced him with a deep kiss. Ray swooned at the taste of himself in his lover’s mouth as Kirk ground his hips into him through all the layers of soft cloth and taffeta. God that was getting frustrating. Why wasn’t Kirk taking off the dress?
Ray let his hands slide over the fluffy material of Kirk’s gown as Kirk thrust against him. The airy lightness did provide for a pleasantly sensuous feel. Kirk let Ray’s hands slide around front, his fingers gently brushing over the lace covered bulge. Kirk groaned loudly and Ray became a little more aggressive as he devoured Kirk’s mouth and pushed the material up around Kirk’s waist, exposing his erection. No underwear. Ray came to the conclusion that Kirk was a Class One slut. Not that that was a bad thing.
Kirk pushed against him hard, crushing mounds of ruffly pink material between them and kissed Ray hungrily. Their erections slid together enticingly, trapped firmly between their stomachs. It took a moment’s work for Kirk to prepare himself, and then Ray found his legs wrapped around the taller man’s waist as Kirk lifted him off the ground completely. His only support was Kirk’s strong arms and the wall behind him. It was a precarious, yet a decidedly erotic position to be in.
Kirk positioned himself at Ray’s entrance, but paused until Ray’s eyes locked with his, a question in those pale depths.
Ray kissed Kirk again, tenderly, giving permission and a promise at the same time, and Kirk began to ease into him.
Ray was not light, and was amazed at the amount of strength Kirk possessed, holding him so gently and claiming him with such care.
Kirk bit down hard on Ray’s neck, and Ray moaned as he felt some of the blood vessels beneath the skin rupture. Ray tightened his legs wrapped around the young man’s waist, bringing his hands to Kirk’s shoulders for better leverage as Kirk thrust into him. Kirk shifted his hold, adjusting the angle of his thrusts and Ray nearly screamed as Kirk found that certain spot inside him.
Ray let his head fall back against the wall as Kirk thrust into him with increasing force, drawing a never ending series of wails from him as he brushed against that spot again and again.
“Kirk… KIRK!”
“Ray!”
Ray moaned as he came, his semen spilling into the folds of the gown as Kirk’s coated him inside. Kirk collapsed against him shaking hard, letting Ray down to the floor gently but having to hold the smaller man up when his knees threatened to buckle beneath him. They stayed like that; trading soft kisses and gentle caresses until Ray finally came back to himself a little and managed to form words with his mouth.
“I’m going to have horrible lace burn on my stomach tomorrow.”
Kirk chuckled slightly and kissed Ray softly. “Um, sorry about that. I just saw the dress, and couldn’t stop thinking about this…”
“With me?”
“Well, I like pretty things.”