Stig

I pause and look down at the man unraveling before me. I knew from the moment our eyes met that Nathan was hot but seeing him naked on his stomach? I have never looked upon anything more breathtaking.

His body is perfection, from his strong back to the brawny muscles of his lower back. He turns his head over his shoulder and looks me with those eyes of his, filled with a need so pressing that I feel its grip to my stomach.

I slide up, gluing my body onto him, my lips searching his in a hot kiss that has my head all clouded. I lose all the cocky teasing I had going on and I let my true feelings get hold of me. I need this, I crave for it, I fucking want it with all that I am. I have hidden what I truly want for too long, pretending that I was fine with the occasional blowjob. But here, with Nathan, I know that I was sleeping like a dormant arctic fox. He is my spring. And now I am awake.

"Mm," Nathan moans as our kiss deepens.

I stir over him, rub my rock hard erection over his buttocks and he shivers in my mouth. A grown, experienced, seasoned man and he is shivering under my touch. I wrap my arm under him and I grab his face to bring him even closer.

My cock is aching to fuck but for some reason, I am caught in this with him, in this intimate moment, kissing him with all I've got. Instead of poking him, rubbing the edge of, I move in a relaxed, gentle manner, enjoying the feel of his body under mine, of his taste in my mouth.

I move to lick his neck, down to bite his freckled shoulder. His eyes are closed, his breaths labored as he rubs himself on the comforter.

"What's that from?" I trace a scar he has on his back.

"Uhm..." he struggles to speak. "It's... It's a knife wound."

"Tell me you got the motherfucker that backstabbed you," I feel angry all of a sudden.

"Actually," he inhales sharply when my hand moves slowly to his lower back, "I didn't even see his face."

I stop all that I am doing. There is an asshole out there that dared stab and scar his body and he is walking free.

"When the fuck did this happen? Where?"

Nathan turns to me with a scowling smile.

"Why?"

"So I can track the motherfucker down, that's why."

He turns his whole body kneeling on the bed and pulls closer to me. His look is pinned in mine and there is a strong emotion in them, something verging on surprise.

"My pretty boy," he whispers his lips a breath away from mine.

It's not the pretty boy that gets me. It's the my. And when he glues his body to mine, his pelvis hard against mine, his hot body flaming me from inside out, I am breathless. My ever racing mind, pauses, empties and I feel elated.

"I want you," he breathes in my ear and his hand grabs me firmly. "I want you. Now."

I forget everything else. All that is in my mind is his need and mine, one and the same. I push him back on the bed and he turns on all fours. I grab the lube and condoms and I am frantic. I want this, I want him now, calling me his even it's just for the night.

I lean over him and drop lube on his entrance. He hisses when the cold liquid touches him but moans when I press one finger inside.

"Fuck. Yes," he throws his head back.

I add one more and more lube and I am working him slowly. His arms shake and he drops, his ass still in the air, his head on the pillow and he grinds on my fingers. He is fucking ready for me. I put the condom on and make sure I got enough lube.

"Stig," Nathan begs and turns to look at me.

His heated look is all I need. I bend over him, the arm supporting me next to his head and the other lining me to his entrance.

"Vill du ha det här?" I rasp in his ear. "Do you want this? Do you want me inside you?"

"Yes, yes, yes," he wiggles just enough to have my head push in.

"Fan," I lose it and I push more in.

The air is pushed out of my lungs. Every cell of my body is on fire. I was right. I was asleep, in eternal limbo and right here, at this moment, I become alive once more.

I bury myself inside him and I just stay there, relishing his tightness, the connection of our bodies. And then I move. The sensation is so forceful that I fall over him, my front glued to his back.

"Oh, fuuuck," Nathan moans loudly.

If he wants to keep doing that under the Riders' nose, he will have to be a lot quieter. Vad? Where did this thought come from? We are not... It's just tonight. We only have tonight. And to stop my brain that has already raced to all the possibilities and their outcomes, I do the only thing that seems to quiet me: kiss him.

I pull his head up to my lips and he eagerly takes them. I move inside him and the kiss deepens. My moves become more frantic, needier, deeper. My hand moves between Nathan's thighs and grab his erection, moving my hand in sync with my thrusts.

"Fuck, Stig. Yes. More."

I drive myself deeper in him, finding that one spot in his body that makes him go wild. And he does. He shakes underneath me, pushing against me, our bodies slapping against each other.

The tingling of orgasm rises inside me and I get up on my knees pulling him up with me. Nathan turns to look upon me and I groan. His eyes are half-lid, his face all flushed, his mouth half-opened as he pants and his hand has moved to wrap around his shaft.

I pull him by the hair to me and I kiss him violently. How else can I convey how he makes feel right now. And while our kiss lasts I do not move, able to focus only on one whirlwind of emotion at a time. When we break the kiss, we stare into each other's eyes for a few seconds before the pressure on my dick demands attention and release.

I press him back down on the bed and grab him firmly by the hips. And I let loose. I fuck him wildly, fiercely throwing my head back. I hear myself moan and mumble in my mother tongue, completely out of my mind as I get higher and higher.

"Oh, fuck, Stig, I'm... fuck," Nathan pants underneath me while his fist moves over his erection.

"Jag kommer", I howl in response.

I still as I am coming inside him, unloading more than just my seed. Unloading my frustration, my need, my want. Once more, I am empty, my mind silent as my body is in ecstasy.

When I come down, I take a deep breath and look at Nathan. He is on his back, his hands under his head and looks upon me.

"You look hot when you come, pretty boy," he smiles softly.

His cheeks are flushed from the effort and has a tranquil expression in his face.

"You say that," I move to lie beside him, "cause I fucked you so good."

"I must admit," he sighs. "That piercing? Life-changer."

I shake my head and I laugh. Nathan gets up on his elbow and leans over me. His look is mischevious. This is going to be a long night.