Two Spirits

CHAPTER 3

Trey shivered, nearly moaned as exquisite sensation surged through him in molten waves of needy heat. His hips lifted, his cock rubbed against Tenino’s in silent acknowledgement, but Tenino didn’t relent.

“I can cuff you, work a confession out of you if that’s what it takes,” Tenino threatened, his breathing a little ragged, his hips bucking. “Answer my question, Trey. You still want to claim you aren’t gay?”

“No,” Trey whispered and couldn’t stop himself from admitting everything though he knew Tenino was smart enough to have guessed. “I’m gay. But I’ve never acted on it before.”

Tenino’s smile was dark, nearly feral. “You ready to?”

Trey answered by lifting his head and pressing his lips to Tenino’s, by swallowing Tenino’s moan of surprised pleasure.

Firm lips yielded but Tenino made Trey fight for control of the kiss. Tongues slid against one another, cocks straining, leaking.

Emotion swamped Trey. If there’d been even a hint of a doubt about his sexuality remaining, it burned away in the heat scorching him.

It felt so good to have Tenino lying on top of him, their cocks pressing together as their tongues thrust and retreated, tangled. It felt better than anything he’d ever experienced, so profoundly right he knew he’d never look for pleasure in a woman’s arms again.

His hands went to Tenino’s hair, undid the braid. His heart thrilled at the way Tenino shivered at having his hair played with.

Trey swallowed Tenino’s groan and wanted to coax more of them from him. His fingers combed through black, silky locks, the tips sliding over deeply tanned skin and firm muscles.

Tenino’s hips jerked in response. He roughly freed Trey’s ponytail, his elbows sliding forward so more of his weight was on Trey. His fingers tangled in Trey’s hair, their grip radiating power, desire, possessiveness as his tongue grew more dominant, more insistent.

Trey moaned, shuddered. Lust pulsed between the two of them in time with the rapid, thundering beat of their hearts. His hands slid underneath the waistband of Tenino’s sweats, encountered only taut, smooth buttocks.

Tenino lifted his mouth from Trey’s. “You’re driving me crazy,” he said, rolling onto an elbow, reaching down to grab the bottom of Trey’s t-shirt and pull it up.

The need to feel skin against skin had Trey’s hands leaving their exploration of Tenino’s buttocks. The shirt was tugged off. Pure pleasure coursed through him when Tenino reclaimed his earlier position and their chests touched, heated flesh to heated flesh.

More arousal escaped through the slitted tip of Trey’s penis. He wanted to push his sweats downward, do the same to Tenino’s. For the first time in his life, Trey felt empowered, emboldened by the rigid length of his cock, the erection he’d gotten because of another man.

Tenino’s lips covered his again, the kiss carnal, forceful, and Trey speared his fingers through Tenino’s hair, loved the way Tenino didn’t hold back. Tiny hardened nipples touched, rubbed against each other, sent icy-hot spikes of torturous pleasure straight to Trey’s penis. He groaned when the kiss ended, nearly whimpered when Tenino kissed downward, found an ultrasensitive nipple and bit.

“Please,” Trey gasped, arching his back, tightening his fingers on Tenino’s hair, not even sure what he was asking for.

Dark satisfaction glittered in Tenino’s eyes. His smile said he understood what Trey wanted and intended to give it to him.

Tenino’s tongue swirled over the nipple, his teeth demonstrating just how close pain and pleasure were to one another.

Trey’s hips jerked. He spread his legs and felt his face heat at the unconscious invitation to be fucked he’d just issued. Feelings of vulnerability fluttered through his chest but didn’t have time to spread as Tenino’s firm lips and wet tongue continued to trail downward.

Anticipation built, a need so pervasive that when Tenino’s hand reached the waistband of Trey’s sweats, he lifted and in one smooth movement his pants were off and his cock was free.

“Please,” he moaned again as Tenino’s breath struck naked flesh. Repeated it when a firm masculine hand gripped him.

“I like the sound of you begging,” Tenino said, tightening his fingers, making Trey’s buttocks clench and his hips surge upward so he thrust through the fist of Tenino’s hand.

Tenino’s silky hair caressed Trey’s thighs, teasing over his belly. It made Trey lightheaded to see Tenino between his legs, mouth so close to where he was desperate to feel it.

Trey moaned, remembered the times he’d closed his eyes when a woman took him between her lips, the times he pretended it was a man instead, then felt guilt and shame afterward when he was limp, spent. Never again, he promised himself. Never again.

He cried out, shuddered as Tenino’s tongue lashed him, as Tenino’s mouth closed around his cock head. There was no hesitation in Tenino. There was nothing soft in his touch, in the stroke of his tongue or the pull of his lips.

Take no prisoners.

The thought came to Trey as Tenino sent wave after wave of exquisite agony and unbearable pleasure through his cock, as he panted, writhed, tangled his fingers in raven-black hair and began begging again, uncaring about anything but gaining release.

Trey thought he might die when Tenino’s free hand found his testicles, prevented him from spewing his seed. “Let me come,” he gasped.

Tenino answered Trey’s pleas by sucking mercilessly, by rubbing his tongue over Trey’s cock head. He knew what was driving him, what was making him draw out every sound of pleasure he could from Trey.

His instincts were dark and primitive, something he’d never experienced with any other lover. He wanted Trey. Now. Forever. And if making Trey a slave to passion was what it took to keep him there after Patricia Veron was taken into custody, then so be it.

“Let me come and I’ll go down on you,” Trey said, his breathing fast, his voice husky.

The promise of having Trey on his knees, of fucking through utterly kissable lips as he gripped long blond strands of hair, shredded Tenino’s control. He took Trey deeper, swallowed, reveled at the way Trey’s body shuddered, jerked in violent release before going lax, his thighs still spread, a virgin yet to be taken.

Tenino rolled to his feet, stripping the sweatpants off. He stayed standing as blue eyes traveled over him appreciatively, grew heated at the sight of his cock full and proud against his abdomen.

Without a word Trey slid from the couch, his movement smooth, masculine, reminding Tenino of a lithe, golden panther. Trey’s fingers gripped Tenino’s cock. His breath whispered over the exposed tip and sent lust roaring through Tenino.

“You’re not circumcised,” Trey said.

A drop of arousal escaped, winked from the tip of Tenino’s penis as the foreskin pulled back further. He was tempted to ask if being uncircumcised bothered Trey, but Trey killed the words by ducking his head, licking over Tenino’s ultrasensitive cock head.

He grunted, dug his fingers into Trey’s hair as he’d fantasized about in the shower. “Don’t tease,” he said, and knew it was the wrong thing to say when Trey smiled.

“What? Don’t return the favor?” Trey asked, rubbing his thumb against the tip of Tenino’s penis, tightening his grip, pumping, the foreskin heightening the sensation and making Tenino moan.

Liquid heat pooled in Tenino’s belly, his testicles. His buttocks flexed, his thighs bunched. He trembled with urgent need as Trey tormented him, proving the saying that payback was hell—though in this case, it was torturous ecstasy.

Tenino hunched over and scraped his fingernails over Trey’s much lighter skin. He commanded. Threatened. Finally begged as Trey did to him what he’d done moments earlier, took him to the edge of release time and time again, only to make him wait as the lust returned, built, became a raging inferno leaving him convinced he’d die if he didn’t come.

He nearly passed out when Trey relented, couldn’t have controlled the violent jerks of his hips or held back his shout of victory if he’d wanted to. He might not have managed to collapse onto the couch if he hadn’t been standing next to it.

“Damn,” Tenino said, arms going around Trey, shifting so Trey lay on top of him, their mouths nearly touching. “You sure you’ve never been with a man before?”

“I think it’s something I’d remember,” Trey said.

Tenino grinned, loving the way Trey blushed just enough to make him look adorable, loving the way Trey was sensitive, maybe even a little shy, without being the least bit feminine.

He couldn’t resist lifting his head, pressing his mouth to Trey’s, coaxing Trey’s lips into parting, his tongue into coming out to play. He didn’t usually like being on the bottom, didn’t typically let himself be fucked, but as the heat built between them, Tenino knew he’d let Trey go where few other men had gone, he’d let Trey take him anally because what he wanted with Trey transcended the physical. What he wanted from Trey originated in the soul. He wanted a spirit mate, a forever lover.

Tenino’s hands glided over Trey’s back, stroking, caressing, putting into touch what was too early to put into words. His legs widened, his cock hardened to rub against Trey’s.

It was a guilty, probably perverse pleasure, but he loved a circumcised cock when it came to a lover. He just didn’t want to be a circumcised lover himself.

“I’d ask if that was okay for you,” Trey said, laughter in his voice, “but you’re looking very pleased with yourself. You remind me of one of my students whose gotten away with something and can barely stand to keep it to himself.”

“One of your students, huh? Tell you what, if you get a wild hair to pull out the paddle and play teacher, I’m going to pull out the cuffs and play cop.”

He laughed when Trey reddened. But Tenino’s cock hardened completely when Trey said, “That’s the second time you’ve mentioned cuffing me. Do you… I mean… Is that something you like to do in the bedroom?”

Images of having Trey completely at his mercy pressed in on Tenino. Until he’d met Trey, bondage hadn’t gotten much screen-time in his repertoire of fantasies to jerk off to. But now…

Tenino looked at the blond Adonis above him, shivered at the feel of the hot body lying along the length of his. He didn’t need to see or be a shrink to figure out why cuffing Trey really appealed to him. The thought of Trey leaving, going back to his life somewhere else made a knot of cold dread form in Tenino’s chest.

Trey’s expression changed to a mix of hesitancy and budding confidence, mischief and carnal intent. It mesmerized Tenino so he didn’t realize what Trey was up to until Trey’s fingers encircled both of their penises, held them together so they throbbed, burned, sent heated shards of pleasure up Tenino’s spine.

“I have ways of making you talk,” Trey joked, stroking from base to tip.

“Do your worst,” Tenino managed, short of breath after only a single torturous touch. “Just remember, payback is a bitch.”

“A bitch you say? Look who’s on the bottom.”

Tenino’s hips jerked as Trey used his hand as if it were a sheath fucking both of them at the same time, as Trey made sure he felt the way their testicles touched, Trey’s position and weight saying he was the alpha male in the relationship.

A moan of pleasure escaped from Tenino. If Trey wanted to be the aggressor this round, it worked for him. He’d already accepted he would let Trey fuck him if Trey wanted it, needed it.

Tenino speared his fingers through blond hair. He guided Trey’s head down and took his mouth in a kiss demonstrating the one on the bottom still had plenty of power.

Thoughts of the lubricant and condoms stashed in the coffee table drawer flickered through his thoughts, but what Trey was doing felt so good, so right, Tenino couldn’t put a stop to it.

His testicles pulled tight against his body in warning. White-hot need built. Seared. Burned away control.

He came in shuddering surges that seemed to last forever, that felt as if they’d been wrenched from the depths of his soul. He knew absolute joy when Trey’s movements mimicked his own, when ropy jets of Trey’s semen mixed with his own so chests and abdomens held evidence of the pleasure they’d found with one another.

Tenino had never experienced anything like it. The beginnings of love settled into his heart in an irony he was self-aware enough to appreciate. In the past, the mention of any emotion beside the desire to fuck like rabbits early on in a relationship would have sent him running, same as it’d probably do with Trey.

“Shower,” he said, not wanting to spook Trey with too much too soon.

Trey followed Tenino to the bathroom, didn’t even consider they would take separate showers. The view from behind was every bit as enticing as the one from the front, every bit as tempting.

He loved the color of Tenino’s skin, the firm muscles created by genetics and honed by choice and dedication to his job. Everything about Tenino was gorgeous, lust-inspiring. And as Trey studied the curve of Tenino’s buttocks, the sleek shape of them, he felt the blood rise to his cheeks at the same time far more of it flooded his cock.

The night had already proved better than any fantasy, more satisfying than any other sexual experience. He couldn’t imagine ever needing a glossy pin-up or gay porno flick to make him come, not when he had the memory of Tenino to make him hard and help him find relief. And yet…he was curious about fucking, about being fucked.

Tenino turned and caught him staring. With the sweep of his eyes downward, Tenino made him realize his hand had unconsciously gone to his cock, that he was fondling himself as he wondered about taking Tenino anally and being taken the same way.

“Insatiable, huh?” Tenino joked, stepping forward, covering Trey’s hand with his, guiding it up and down Trey’s cock. “Glad to know I have that effect on you.”

Trey moaned softly when Tenino kissed him. He closed his eyes, basked in the sensation coursing through him as their tongues slid against one another in an imitation of a far more carnal act. His heart flooded with emotion, rejoiced in the easy camaraderie that settled around him so trust wasn’t an issue between them.

“I’m not usually on the receiving end,” Tenino whispered against Trey’s mouth long moments later. “But for you I’ll make an exception. Is that what you want, Trey? To fuck me?”

Trey’s cock throbbed, grew fuller, responded with escaped arousal. He answered the question honestly, knew the time for denying his desires, his sexuality was long past. “Yes, I want to fuck you.”

“Then consider this foreplay,” Tenino said, opening the shower stall door with his free hand and reaching in to turn on the faucets before using their joined hands on Trey’s penis to guide him underneath the heated water.

They kissed. They explored with soapy hands, neither of them in a hurry to leave the steamy intimacy of the shower.

Trey savored every moment, committed each touch to memory as the lust between them built until he was panting, shivering. “I’m going to come,” he said, buttocks clenching, fighting against it, his hand circling his cock and tightening painfully to prevent it.

He was barely aware of getting out of the shower, of drying off and somehow making it to the bed. He moaned when Tenino came down on top of him.

Trey spread his legs, welcomed the feel of hard cock against hard cock, of heated skin and smooth, firm muscle. Soft, desperate sounds escaped as he thrust upward, slid his erection along Tenino’s as his mouth sought and found a masculine one.

Tenino’s groan was music to Trey’s ears. The slick wetness and throb of Tenino’s cock, a victory for Trey and an aphrodisiac that tempted him to roll Tenino to the bottom, to kiss downward so he could use his lips and tongue, the suction of his mouth to make Tenino come.

Insatiable, Tenino had called him, but Trey knew it was more than that. What he was feeling transcended just the physical. Being in Tenino’s arms was like coming home.

Trey parted Tenino’s lips with the thrust of his tongue, speared his fingers through Tenino’s hair and held him tight, loving the feel of Tenino’s weight and heat. He wanted to be fucked. He was ready for it. Needed it. With a moan Trey canted his hips, offered himself and knew without a shadow of a doubt that taking the next step was as necessary to him as breathing.

Hot, primal lust invaded Tenino. It filled his mind with a red haze and his body with feral, clawing hunger. He felt savage, possessive—so close to being out of control it scared him.

Every instinct was to take, to fuck, to dominate. The sounds Trey probably wasn’t even aware of making were driving him crazy, feeding a predatory instinct Tenino usually felt only when he became Thunderbird.

He deepened the kiss, settled more heavily on Trey. He fought the desire to pin Trey’s hands to the mattress and force promises from him.

The faint rhythm of a drumbeat worked its way into Tenino’s consciousness, pounding to the beat of his heart and pulsing through his penis in warning. His foreskin retracted. His cock head throbbed and grew slick with arousal.

He panted, fought the urge to find the tight rosette of Trey’s anus and enter virgin territory. He wanted. Needed. But the drumbeat grew louder and the ancient singing began, bringing hope—and fear.

He’d never heard the call to free his Thunderbird spirit and join with the storm while making love to a partner. If he gave into the lust riding him, he risked a revelation that might freak Trey out and send him running.

It took supreme willpower to roll away. But doing it made the phantom drumbeat and song fade away, leaving only the harsh sound of his own breathing and Trey’s low moans of pleading.

Tenino’s skin was coated in a fine sheen of sweat. His hands shook slightly as he opened a drawer and pulled out condom.

“I’m safe,” Tenino said, hating the idea of anything separating the two of them, but knowing he had to do this right, for Trey.

He opened the condom, nearly had to take himself in hand to keep from coming when Trey’s hips arched off the bed as if pleading with him to hurry up and slide the latex over engorged flesh. “This will make your first time easier,” Tenino managed, trying to throttle back, ease away from the wild emotions buffeting him like storm winds. “It is your first time fucking something besides a woman’s cunt, right?”

“Yes,” Trey admitted, feeling panic threaten to ruin the moment with performance anxiety and leave him totally humiliated.

Tenino leaned in and initiated a kiss. “I could make it easy for you. I could take you instead, but since you’ve driven me crazy from the first moment I saw you, I’m going to make you wait, maybe even make you beg before you get my cock inside you.”

Trey was already there, willing to beg. He opened his mouth, but the words were lost in a shudder of vicious pleasure as Tenino expertly slid the condom over his shaft. He clenched his buttocks, tried to suppress the moan and the telltale blush that had Tenino’s eyes flashing with surprise and his face becoming a mask of feral satisfaction.

“First time anyone’s done that for you?” Tenino asked.

Trey’s testicles pulled more tightly against his body. Raw need throbbed through his cock in reaction to the predatory purr in Tenino’s voice. Somehow he managed to say, “Yes.”

Tenino pulled a small plastic bottle from the drawer. Trey’s fingers clutched the sheet as Tenino coated the condom with lubricant. He shivered in anticipation, barely recognizing himself. The need coursing through him was tangled with so many different emotions, with a desire to experiment, to play a different role.

His lips parted immediately when Tenino straddled him and bent down for a carnal kiss that had Trey’s hips lifting off the mattress, his cock searching for a tight orifice to fuck. “Please,” Trey said.

“Yeah, that’s a good start,” Tenino said, reaching between them, his hand gripping Trey’s cock and guiding it so the head pressed against the tight ring of muscles Tenino rarely let another man breach.

Heat scorched through Trey. He panted, lifted, fought to push through Tenino’s firm grip and into the tight heaven he was so close to.

“Let me fuck you,” he said, shivering, knowing even though his penis was the one that would gain the relief of penetration, he wasn’t the one in control.

Tenino’s rough chuckle validated the thought but it also freed Trey from helplessness by serving as a challenge. He released his stranglehold on the sheet and took Tenino’s cock in hand.

Trey loved the feel of hot satin over throbbing hardness, the wetness of arousal and the knowledge that he was the reason for it. “Better start moving up and down on my cock or you’re going to lose your chance to be on top,” he said, amazed he could tease when all he wanted to do was thrust until he came.

“You think you can take me?” Tenino asked.

“Anytime, anyplace.”

The challenge had the desired effect. “Do it then.”

Tenino rolled away in a smooth movement. He spread his legs and Trey positioned himself on top.

Reality telescoped in. Time seemed to stop for an instant, as if in recognition of the importance of this particular moment.

Dark eyes met blue ones. Hearts beat in sync.

Black hair spread across the sheets. Blond hair hung down to form an erotic curtain enclosing the two of them, trapping them in an intimacy that made the breath catch in Trey’s throat.

He touched his lips to Tenino, craved a deeper connection as he began working himself into Tenino’s anus. It was exquisite, nearly unbearable. Trey panted, grew slick with sweat as he worked himself in one slow inch at a time, let Tenino’s reaction control the depth of penetration, the speed and force of it.

He loved having Tenino’s cock trapped between them, fevered velvet over hardened desire. He loved having his own cock held tightly inside Tenino.

Trey shuddered when he was all the way in. Instinct took over.

He began thrusting. Slowly at first, then faster—harder, his heart soaring as he swallowed Tenino’s guttural moans, as he reduced Tenino to thrashing, fighting, coming.

Afterward they showered again then returned to bed, sliding under the covers this time. Wood crackled in the fireplace, the glow of flames providing light as well as heat, a comfort that felt like home.

Trey closed his eyes and fell asleep almost immediately. Tenino rolled to his side, looked down at the blond in his bed.

A soft chuckle escaped. Damn, Trey’d blown him away tonight, going from denial to glorious acceptance of his sexuality. Now all he had to do was convince Trey to stay. Everything inside him insisted that he had to keep Trey in his world.

It was crazy. They barely knew each other even if the chemistry between them was explosive, more powerful than anything he’d experienced before.

Instinct? A gut read like he used in the line of duty? Was that the reason he felt so sure about Trey? So determined to keep him in Hohoq and share as much of his life with him as he could?

Hope rose inside him as he remembered both Tekoa and Ukiah telling him how desperate they’d been for a physical and spiritual union as soon as they first saw their mates. Didn’t he already crave the same thing with Trey?

Tenino’s cock stirred, partially filled. But before his thoughts could veer to the carnal, a ripple of uneasiness passed through him as his eyes went to the Thunderbird image carved into the fireplace mantle.

He’d prayed for a sign from the Creator, had wanted to return to the cabin with Trey and find a cup waiting, filled with the honey-gold drink that would allow Trey to become one of The People. He’d hoped it would be for him as it’d been for Ukiah and Tekoa. Only now he realized that Ukiah had found Marisa slipping over death’s edge and chased her spirit back into her physical body, Tekoa had found Clay gravely injured, had done a sing for him, touched him with spirit energy and the power of their ancestors.

Tenino rubbed his hand over his chest, tried to recall the legends about the Creator changing those not born of The People. There weren’t many of them. Then again, in the

days when the Thunderbird flew freely and widely, the land had yet to be invaded and conquered by people fleeing Europe. The cultures and way of life giving birth to the Thunderbird and to those who could see and join with it in spirit flight had yet to be decimated and nearly destroyed.

A shiver slid down Tenino’s spine, spread into his gut with the fear the cup might only appear if Trey were gravely injured or near death. He looked down at Trey and knew he’d do everything to keep him safe, even if it meant they might never fly together, their spirits one with the Thunderbird.