Author's disclaimer: What I'm doing is technically illegal. I know this. I'm doing it anyway. So there.

Author's notes: This was inspired by Kim's fabulous story 'Whispers,' and takes place immediately afterward. Although reading 'Whispers' isn't absolutely necessary, it's such a good story you shouldn't miss it! Kim has graciously allowed me to post this sorta-sequel. Bail now if you're looking for plot or spot-on characterization. This story has little or no redeeming social value (except to my husband, who was very pleased when I finished it and subsequently attacked him).

The Inside Man
by Sihaya Black

He blinked and sagged back, resting against Blair as he recovered from his orgasm. Tiny aftershocks throbbed through his thighs and up across his stomach, reminders of how well his lover knew him, knew things about him that even he did not understand. That knowledge both terrified and thrilled Jim.

Blair's hand was wrapped around his own, still cupping his lax cock, fingers sticky with semen. Other fingers restlessly skated over his damp chest, brushing quickly against his hot, sensitive nipples and then sliding down to rim his navel. The mild night air was cooling his overheated flesh, and he pressed back against his lover, gradually becoming aware of how exposed he was, standing half-naked on their balcony above the street. A screech of tires and then a car horn blared nearby, echoed faintly by a cargo ship in the harbor. Jim started to pull away, but firm, strong hands held him tightly.

"Inside," Blair whispered again, the warm puff of his breath curling around Jim's neck, making him shiver. The thick promise in his lover's voice rekindled the banked embers in his gut, stirring his cock. A soft moan escaped his lips. He could barely string two thoughts together - how could he possibly make his legs work enough to carry him back into the loft?

"Inside." Blair rubbed his hard groin against Jim's ass, and another moan erupted. Oh god, he didn't mean...

Hands suddenly released him, and his pants and shorts were grasped at the waistband and jerked down. He yelped in surprise as the cooling air hit his hot, damp ass, which instantly goosefleshed. He heard a chuckle behind him and felt a quick lick of warmth drag across his right cheek.

"Lift your feet." Swaying slightly, he obeyed, and his trouser legs were tugged, in turn, over his shoes. Warm hands cupped his cheeks, kneading them roughly. "Love your ass, man. Gonna bury myself up to my eyebrows in your hot body..."

His resulting shiver caused another chuckle. The hands never left his ass as he was pushed forward, toward the corner of the balcony where a wooden deck chair was placed.

"Kneel on the seat." He carefully climbed onto the chair, thankful for the thick cushion on the seat - otherwise his knees would be screaming already. "Hold on a second..." The cushion from the chair's companion was shoved into his arms. "Bend over, across the back of the chair and onto the balcony wall."

Oh dear lord... He positioned the cushion comfortably and bent over, crossing his arms on the wall, and resting his head on them. He could see people passing by on the street, the occasional car cruising for a parking space, the boats coming in to dock for the night. A sudden breeze danced over his ass and up underneath his shirt, tickling and teasing, making his flesh twitch like a racehorse's. He closed his eyes.

"Don't move."

Move? How the hell could he move? Nothing worked, nothing connected, except perhaps every millimeter of his skin that seemed to be hardwired into his cock. Muffled footsteps sounded behind him, padding quickly across the hardwood and then back onto the concrete. The other chair was dragged over. He could feel Blair's warmth as he sat behind him, and resisted the urge to raise his head and look back at his lover.

"You are so incredible, man." The whispered words skittered across his flesh like a caress. "So fucking amazing..."

He was expecting a touch, but gasped in surprise as Blair's fingers slid up the soft skin on the inside of his thighs, burrowed in his cleft and pulled him wide, exposing his twitching, moist hole to the night sky.

"Shhhh..." Blair soothed, but his grip didn't slacken, and Jim quickly buried his face in his arms to muffle his cry. "Do you know what you do to me, every single second of every single day? Do you, Jim? Do you know how much I want to crawl inside you and never leave?" A soft stream of warm air moved down his cleft, and he jerked as it was directed at his hole. The fingers held him still, then spread him wider. He could feel the muscle part and the air flow inside him, moving into his body. He turned his head, gasping in the cool night air, feeling as if he were going to be cloven in two, a judgment of Solomon. No, of the Song of Solomon. My love is... My love... His cock hung heavily between his legs, hot and ripe to bursting.

"I wish you could see yourself, man." Another puff of air made his cock jerk and sway. "I wish I could show you off to everyone and say 'Look at him. Look, but don't touch, 'cause he's mine,' and everyone would be jealous as hell because you weren't theirs. We're gonna show them what they're missing. Show them what you're capable of. Show them what good lovin' is." He could feel Blair's breath against him, feel the tiny explosions of warmth as they struck his over-sensitized flesh. His arms quivered and his stomach muscles fluttered and he dragged in air like a drowning man.

The kiss on his asshole was so unexpected it almost made him scream. Instead, he bit the cushion and tilted his hips up, silently begging for another one, please.

There was a pause, and Jim waited, breathless with need and love and sheer, unadulterated want. The fingers moved slightly, tugging and pulling, and then he could feel the heat of his lover's mouth coming closer and closer and it was almost there but oh god when would he kiss him for god's sake he needed it so much and who the hell cared if they were outside and anyone could see would you fucking please just kiss me?

The kiss was warm and wet and sent scalding spikes of pleasure directly from his asshole to his groin. He could feel the rough tongue lap delicately around the muscle, flicking over the tiny folds of flesh that pulsed and spasmed under the attention. He groaned, and then realized that it was only one of a long string of groans pouring from him. Who cared? It felt so good to be licked by Blair's busy tongue, to be pinched and probed and caressed until his ass burned, until he desperately craved more stimulation, more intensity, more Blair.

He struggled to lift his head from his arms - when did it become so heavy? - and turned to whisper over his shoulder. "Fuck me. Now."

The mouth stilled immediately, pulling away. "Yeah. Out here, under the stars..."

Jim gritted his teeth, enduring the sudden cold as his ass was abandoned because he knew his lover wouldn't leave him wanting for long. He was right.

A gel-coated finger tickled against him in warning, then plunged straight into his gut. He bucked back against it mindlessly, as if he could take in Blair's entire hand in one thrust. A hand on his tailbone calmed him a little, dragging long soothing strokes across his back and over his quivering flanks. He could feel the gooseflesh marching over his skin, but he wasn't cold.

He automatically gripped the finger, then relaxed, sucking in a deep breath as Blair's finger described tight circles inside him. Heat flared across his ass, over his stomach, down his thighs - fire licked at his skin, penetrated his muscles, burned a trail through him...

From the street, passing voices quickly rose and fell into silence - he heard them dimly, as if through water. The finger pulled out, and he hissed in anticipation, consciously staying relaxed.

"I'm coming, man," Blair muttered, then snorted softly. "Yeah. Coming with a capital 'C'. For the whole world to see."

"Cut the lame poetry, Chief, and get with the program," Jim ground out, shifting his knees on the cushion and tilting his hips up.

A warm hand smoothed over his hip and gripped him tightly, warmth blossomed over his ass as his lover stepped close. Heat suddenly seared through him as Blair dragged his cock down his cleft. Jim almost sobbed when he felt pressure centered on his hole, pressure that slowly built as Blair pushed forward. Taking a deep breath, Jim bore down hard and gasped when he was suddenly stretched wide by his lover's eager cock.

"Inside..." Blair's voice was the barest murmur, but to Jim it sounded like a cry of triumph.

Jim shivered and groaned as Blair pushed forward until his cock was completely seated, his balls brushing, teasing, against Jim's ass. He was filled, completely, heart, soul and body, by his lover, for all the world to see.

Then Blair moved, sliding out, then in, a small movement of possession that ignited Jim. With a grunt, Jim pushed back, relishing Blair's gasp of surprise and answering sharp thrust.

"Want it hard, man? Want me to pound into you?" Blair's hands tightened on his hips, holding Jim steady as he stroked deeply, plunging the entire length of his cock into Jim's willing hole.

Jim grunted, any words he might have used boiling away as Blair's heat engulfed him, racing through him from the inside out. He braced his arms on the balcony wall to accommodate Blair's pounding rhythm - he knew and respected his lover's strength, especially when he was on the receiving end.

A sudden breeze curled over the wall and coiled itself around his sweating body, the cool, dry night air almost shocking in contrast to his overheated skin. His ass was on fire; his cock was so hot and tender that even the gentle movement of the air threatened to chafe his flesh.

Blair pushed his shirt up the length of his back and leaned forward, dropping kisses like dry, autumn leaves. "Come for me, Jim. Come on just my cock."

His words, like the breeze, wrapped themselves around Jim. He trembled, feeling his gut tighten and his balls draw up, his body prepared, as he always was, to follow Blair's demands.

Another hard thrust, another kiss, another demand. "Come now."

From somewhere deep inside him emerged a thready, keening wail, immediately stifled in the cushion. He would come, of course. Because Blair had asked him to.

He had never felt so free.

Then his hips jerked and rocked as he orgasmed, his ass still impaled on his lover's cock, his head still buried in his arms, where all the moisture on his face could be excused as sweat. His chest heaved, his stomach quivered in exhaustion as Blair pounded and groaned and then spent himself in long, luxurious thrusts inside Jim. With a kiss and a caress, Blair collapsed onto Jim's back, his desperate breaths rasping in Jim's ear.

Although Jim welcomed Blair's weight on his damp back, his lover didn't rest long, hauling himself upright with a grunt. Jim winced as Blair gently pulled himself free, and he leaned gratefully into the hands that roved over his back and hips in comforting patterns. He shuddered when a finger lightly traced over his tender hole, unable to stop his backward lunge, his body ready to take any part of his lover within himself again.

"Hmmm..." A soft chuckle. "Maybe later, Jim. Now you've gotta stand up and come inside with me."

His legs were shaky, but Blair wrapped an arm around his waist and he leaned against his lover, suddenly exhausted. Sticky and half-dressed, they slowly made their way to the door.

Another breeze danced by as they stepped over the threshold, bringing with it the faint sound of clapping. As he fastened the lock, Jim smiled out at the darkness and hoped the applause was for them.

End