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Chapter 4 - 'Kiss of Dawn'


Mick had to admit Joey did look a lot better. He would have said some of the colour had returned to Joey’s cheeks, but as it was normal for Joey to not have colour, he couldn’t. Instead, he said to himself that it was as though Joey was looking just a bit less pale, and a little more alive.

But for all of Joey’s protestations that he was hungry, he had only managed a little bit of the fried rice that he had ordered from room service. Recalling the carnivorous way Joey had demolished his food last night, and how soon he was sick, Mick wondered if it wasn’t so bad that he actually wasn’t that hungry. He took the plate from Joey’s hands - who didn’t even complain - and put it back on the tray with his own.

Joey flopped back onto the bed and Mick immediately worried that he was going to be sick.

Sitting back down and leaning over him, Mick asked, “You ok?”

“Yeah. I think.” Joey replied with a smile.

Laying down beside him, Mick placed his left arm around Joey’s head and the other hand on his stomach.

Joey placed his own hands on Mick’s, marvelling in the size difference between them. Mick started to rub gently, and Joey followed the motion with his hands, unwilling to break the contact. He sighed and rested his head against Mick’s.

“Mick?”

“Yeah?”

Joey turned his head to face the other man. Mick saw his eyes, wide and blue, and his pale skin, and the black hair that framed his face. Without thinking, he didn’t wait for Joey to talk, and pressed his lips against the other’s. Joey responded, kissing back, his tongue darting out to run along Mick’s lower lip.

Joey tightened his hold on Mick’s hand, clinging on. Mick broke the kiss slowly, bringing his left hand around to brush the hair out of Joey’s eyes.

“You ok?”

Nodding, Joey squeezed his hand.

Mick took in his flushed face and the slightly pinched look in his cheeks, and felt something he’d never felt before. He wasn’t sure if it was love, lust, sheer protectiveness, or all three. At that moment, all he wanted to do was care for him, and as he stroked his face, Joey closed his eyes. Tilting his head back, he revelled in the loving touch.

He traced Joey’s lips with his fingers, and as the smaller man opened them slightly in a small gasp, slipped his fingers inside. Joey sucked gently, eyes still closed. Mick stared and stared, and seemed lost, as he watched Joey before him. As the smaller man opened his eyes again, Mick bent down to kiss him on the forehead, a soft lingering touch, and Joey raised an arm to clutch at his neck.

He settled over the smaller man, and resumed their kiss. Mick slipped his tongue into Joey’s mouth, probing. He felt hands slide over his shoulders, and back down to his waist. He kissed Joey’s cheeks, and his jaw, and then started licking and sucking on the delicate skin just under his ear Joey tilted his head back to allow Mick easier access, and started to moan quietly. Mick felt hands venture under his shirt, stroking his back. He pulled away and looked at Joey.

“Are you sure you are up to this?”

“Yeaaaahhh.” Joey’s reply was stuttered as he gasped for air.

“Tell me if you feel sick, or you want to stop, right?”

Joey nodded.

“Promise me!”

“I will, I promise!”

With that, Mick reached down to gently slide Joey’s shirt over his head. Joey lay bare and pale before him, his chest heaving, and Mick had to place his hand over his heart again, just to feel him breathe. His hands roamed down to the top of Joey’s pants, and he carefully pulled his pants and boxers off. He felt hands on his arms, and Joey tugged at his shirt. Mick pulled his shirt off, and then stood up to strip his jeans. He was hard already, and he could see Joey watching him, pale, splayed out on the bed. Slowly he climbed back on the bed, and slowly he crawled over Joey, who’s anxious and pleading eyes turned to his. Leaning down for another kiss, he ran his hands over Joey’s shoulders. Exploring his chest, Mick brushed his hand over Joey’s nipple, and brought his mouth down to suck gently. He felt Joey arch his back, and carefully held him down with a hand.

He kissed a trail across Joey’s chest, and down his stomach. Joey was hard, and Mick took him in his mouth. He stroked his hands over Joey’s thighs as he sucked, feeling Joey shudder and move under him. Joey moaned louder, gasping and crying out Mick’s name.

Tenderly, Mick parted Joey’s legs, and started to explore with his fingers. Brushing over sensitive skin, Mick felt Joey buck. Probing, Mick eased his finger in Joey’s entrance, and heard the small man gasp. He slid his finger in and out, and stroked Joey’s thighs, feeling him quiver under his skin. A second finger joined the first, and Joey gave an appreciative moan. Mick raised his head to check on him - his head was tilted back, eyes closed and lips full and red. He scissored his fingers, and could feel Joey was ready.

Sitting up, he reached for his bag. He knew he had lube in there somewhere... rummaging at the bottom he finally found it, buried amongst socks. Joey’s eyes were half open on his flushed face, and Mick couldn’t help but reach down for a kiss. He brushed Joey’s hair from his forehead, and kissed him again softly. Sliding back down, he wrapped an arm under Joey’s hip and carefully eased him up. Spreading his legs, Mick moved between them. Using the lube, he prepared Joey, slick fingers moving in and out. Joey gasped. Mick lubed his cock, and carefully started to penetrate the smaller man. He kept his eyes on Joey’s face as he entered, worried he might hurt him. Joey twisted his head and gasped, and his hands clung to Mick’s arms.

“Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh….” Joey sighed as he felt Mick fill him up. Mick stilled for a moment, to let Joey adjust, and when the small man smiled and rubbed his hands up Mick’s arm, he knew it was Ok to continue. He started to twist his hips, moving himself inside Joey, but not thrusting. Gently he moved, watching Joey again, and as he sensed Joey was coping, started to very slowly ease himself out again. His desire was such that he wanted to thrust hard, but love and care for Joey made him quiet. So he eased himself back in again calmly, careful for any sign of pain or sickness on Joeys face. As Joey relaxed, Mick increased the pace of his thrusts, until he was sliding in and out at a regular pace.

Joey lay back with his hands still clinging to Mick’s arms, fingernails digging into his skin. Arching his back, he carefully moved his hips in time to Mick’s thrusts. He could feel every thrust Mick made send firebolts up his spine to his brain, where they seemed to explode in never-ending displays of bliss. He’d never felt love like this before and he never wanted it to stop. Every touch Mick made on his skin ignited his senses, and he felt like he would explode with the myriad of pleasured and blissful feelings inside him.

He felt it build up inside him, and started to whimper, and in response Mick reached an arm down between them to stroke Joey’s hardon.

Gasping, he threw his arms around Mick’s neck and pulled him down into a furious kiss. It was only a few strokes before Joey began to lose control; it started at his groin and moved outwards like a ripple on a pond, and ripped every nerve from his body, heightening and exploding into ecstasy. As he came, he heard Mick moan and thrust one last time.

Mick’s orgasm was earth-shattering, Joey’s muscles tightened around him and urged him into his climax, and his nirvana was absolute. His eyes closed of their own accord and he moaned loudly, an audible release of his inner bliss.

The next thing he was aware of was nearly collapsing on Joey, and he quickly changed course to land next to him. Joey seemed asleep, but as Mick reached up to touch his skin his eyes opened. Brushing his hair over his ears, Mick tenderly caressed Joey.

“You ok?” he asked softly.

“Yeah. Talk about making me feel better,” he grinned. Mick matched his smile, and leaned in for a kiss. Joey tucked himself up to Mick, and drifted off to sleep. Mick held him close in his arms, feeling like he could really get used to this.