Cards on the Table - 30. Chapter 30 Reshuffle

Cards on the Table

Chapter 30 Reshuffle

Michael slept in fits and starts, waking for periods of time and listening to Kendall breathe beside him. He needed the reassurance of his solid presence to soothe the erratic jumble of thoughts and regrets running through his mind. He counted himself the luckiest man in the world, and as tired as he should be, sound sleep evaded him. He had scared himself last night when he lost sight of their goal. Thank God and the universe for his partner, who'd picked up the ball he dropped in his dealing with Candy. He’d gotten overwhelmed by anger and fear, and almost blinding hatred for the mother of his… their child. He deeply regretted that he’d ended up taking some of it out on this amazing man who’d just reached out for him in his sleep. The gesture gave Michael the peace he needed, and he drifted again towards sleep. Like his mom always said, "Never question good fortune."

The next time he woke hours had passed, and he felt refreshed, his mind no longer in turmoil. He wasn’t a fuck-up. They’d succeeded because they were a team in every sense of the word. He’d done the legwork with the vindictive bitch, and then Kendall had stepped in to manipulate the manipulator, ensuring they would gain custody of their already-cherished baby.

When Candy’s wish to have no rights to the child was relayed to him, he'd felt his fears decrease by a large margin. They’d actually won, and she wouldn’t have any part to play in their lives. Kendall had been so loving when they’d gone to bed, it left no doubt he wasn’t angry for his leaving him and walking away in confusion. He’d kept insisting Michael’s angry reaction towards him had been the exact thing needed to guarantee their success.

He’d also said he understood how the stress of the entire day had affected him, to the point his thinking had been momentarily screwed up. He would never forget the feelings of shame and remorse he'd experienced when he realized what he’d done as he lay alone on their bed... alone in their room. Michael had suffered a huge brain cramp and let his partner down, but the man didn’t hold it against him. Instead, he lauded him for it. Yeah, he definitely was the luckiest guy on the planet. Still, he would find a way to make up for his temporary lapse. Kendall deserved the best from him always, and that included his unquestioning trust.

Moving slightly nearer to the man he was spooning, he placed a soft kiss on the silky skin between his shoulders, and then nuzzled his nose up into Kendall’s hairline, breathing in his unique scent. He pulled him closer still with his left arm, needing all the contact he could get.

Kendall sighed in his sleep, and pushed back against a very interested erection. The action caused it to slide a few inches along his sweat-moistened cleft, heightening its eager interest to a pulsating throb. When he pushed back even more, Michael bit back a groan, trying to stifle the need that had been building in him for weeks. This striving for more closeness had been a bad idea. His body wanted more… as much as his mind did.

The urge to hump against that firm, round butt took all his willpower to control. It didn’t matter they’d just had sex hours ago. He wanted to possess and be possessed in every way possible, and while patience had been needed due to his knee, his was fast running out. Maybe it had something to do with the little rift between them earlier, but being in this intimate position had his body literally screaming for consummation. The horny thoughts infiltrating his mind prevented him from moving for fear of cumming all over that warm and spectacular ass.

Measured breathing, banished thoughts, and statue-like stillness brought him back from the brink as his need slowly ratcheted down. When it was safe again, he retreated back and away, easing the pressure on his disappointed cock. As the throbbing subsided, he knew he wouldn’t be able to control this specific desire for much longer. It played on his mind constantly, and was becoming way too potent to put on the back burner for much longer. Relieved the imminent danger of embarrassing himself was over for now, he eased over onto his back, his wide-open eyes peering at a barely discernible ceiling while his cock still lay hard along his belly. It occasionally lifted, as if straining to find the remembered contact, before falling back to his abdomen.

He’d done the research, and had learned the ins and outs of it, so to speak. He knew whoever bottomed could expect some pain, maybe even a lot given that both of them were on the large side. The idea of it didn’t scare him at all, having no doubts it would be worth it in the end, and was certain Kendall felt the same. What he’d discovered about prostate stimulation had him curious and excited about exploring with his partner. According to the information he’d read online, they had to take their time and be very thorough in their preparation. There was rimming, and the slow introduction of fingers, one at a time, and lots of lube needed to be used. He‘d learned all about cleansing and the different ways it could be done. He’d also read about toys that could help them prepare. He thought the online advice recommending using butt-plugs beforehand made sense since a small one would stretch the sphincter and make it easier for them to handle each other's size. The idea of inserting one of those into Kendall’s beautiful ass and have him walk around with it inside him, turned him on in a big way.

He needed to talk to him about all this very soon. He was counting on his partner being as open to all this new stuff as he was. Knowing Kendall, he probably understood more about the preparation than he did. He smiled at the thought of 'Mr. Organized' doing his own thorough research. Hopefully he’d get confirmation from his physiotherapist at his appointment next week that it would be safe to try more things with his knee. It definitely felt like it was improving in leaps and bounds.

He was imagining what it would be like to enter Kendall and make love to him, when the object of his thoughts flipped fully around and grabbed his dick in one fluid motion. The action caused a half hiss, half groan to rumble up out of him, and his hips bucked involuntarily into the firm grip.

“You’re horny, aren’t you?” Kendall asked, whispering into the semi-darkness.

“Fuck, yeah. Very. How did you know?” Michael grunted at the slow stroking motion, his cock right back at full mast, throbbing and full-out needy.

“I could feel you against my ass a couple of minutes ago. Your cock felt so hard I thought you were going to blow your load all over it. I could feel it jerking.” Kendall’s breathing sounded uneven as he continued his hand movement on his partner’s cock, determined and loving at the same time.

“Oh, God, I almost did. It took everything I had to hold back. I was really fucking close, and I so wanted to.”

“You should have. I was surprised when you pulled away. I wouldn’t have minded at all. I would have loved it, to tell you the truth. The idea of you cumming all over my ass… knowing I can turn you on that way in the middle of the night makes me fucking hot.”

His words were driving Michael crazy, ramping up his brain to send continual sexually-charged messages to his dick. “Oh fuck, do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now? I thought you were sound asleep. I am so fucking close, I’m like a minute or two at the most away. You have to slow down, Babe.”

“I don’t want to slow down. I woke up to the feel of your cock sliding against my hole, and I wanted you to keep going. Trust me," he whispered, "I’m just as turned on as you are. I want you to finish what you started, you understand? I need you to… I need you to put your cock back where it belongs, and slide it along my crack and against my hole until you blast all over it.”

Kendall's voice sounded a little shy as he said it, and that turned Michael on as much as the words he’d never heard from his lover before. “Will you do that for me, Sunshine?” It came out as a plea from a voice filled with sexual longing that reverberated through his body. It was a special voice Michael knew only he would ever hear, and the bestowing of such a privilege thrilled him to the core. God, he loved this man.

“Jesus, Babe, you never have to ask. I want to do this as much as I’ve ever wanted to do anything.”

With those words said, Kendall released his stiff-as-steel erection and turned over almost fully onto his stomach. Michael watched him drive his own rigid dick into and along the silky sheets covering the mattress. His low moan reached deeply into Michael, and when he slid his body into place over him, it became more of a purr as his cock found the slickened furrow. Kendall pushed his entire lower body upward for more contact, and he knew he wouldn’t be in this position for long. It was just too fucking hot for him to last.

Kendall had spread his legs, and pulled one slightly upwards so Michael’s body fit perfectly against him. The feel of his balls as they moved along his lover's perineum felt like the most intimate sensation in the world, and the sounds coming from Kendall told him he agreed. He whimpered out something that Michael didn’t understand.

“What, Babe? Are you okay?” Michael’s voice was directly aimed in his ear.

“Fuck, yes. You feel amazing being there. It’s not going to take me very long to come. I said, be careful of your knee, okay?” The sound of sexual overload in his voice as he expressed concern for his partner, sent shivers through Michael, and he gave up all further attempts at rational thought.

“Okay,” was all he managed to get out as his body, with a mind of its own, fucked Kendall from the outside. He humped with intense, uninhibited passion, aided by slick sweat and a steady stream of pre-cum. He laid his entire body along the length of Kendall’s, keeping his knee free of strain while trapping his cock between them. It ended up creating a mind-boggling place of intimacy, increasing the slippery friction between his cock and Kendall’s upward-pumping butt. Their sweat-coated physiques created a suction of their own as they slithered and strained against one another, Michael’s weight now resting on his forearms, as well as on Kendall’s willing form. It felt so fucking amazing, he was lost in sheer bliss, his mind turned to mush as the physical him took over. The barely contained power of the masculine man beneath him was enthralling. He found himself sucking and nibbling on the top of Kendall’s shoulder as he drove his raging erection in longer, more purposeful strokes, squirming, and pushing the big man harder and harder against the mattress. Kendall never stopped his attempt for maximum contact as he met each stroke with his own push-back, clenching his ass-cheeks around his lover’s dick.

When the body beneath him went rigid, and Kendall’s muffled voice made the unmistakable sounds of a man in the throes of orgasm, Michael let go of what little control he had left. Lifting his upper body away from the whimpering man below him, he rubbed his length one more time along the crack of that exceptional ass before bellowing out the power of his release as his cum spurted along Kendall’s back. Still ejaculating, he pulled back to direct some of the explosive spurts directly against Kendall’s hole, flooding him until it was running down over his balls onto sheets already coated with his own cum.

It was without a doubt the hottest thing he'd ever done. He caressed Kendall’s center lovingly with his cockhead before he slumped back down on in a full-body sprawl, relieving the little bit of tension in his knee. His cock was back in that wonderful cleft again, where Kendall had said it belonged. He was never more right about anything in his opinion. While both men panted from the exertion, he managed to encircle Kendall with his arms. The squeeze he gave him said everything needed as they both savored the aftermath of something very special. The minutes ticked by.

“It just keeps getting better, doesn’t it?”

“Holy fuck, yeah.” Kendall chuckled, his voice sounding sexily raw.

“I know it’s good whenever you say holy fuck.”

“It was incredible, Ace. I can’t even imagine what it’ll be like to have you inside me. That was so… I don’t know how to describe it… erotic…but, like, super-charged, I guess? Even that doesn’t do it justice. We were so connected. It felt right, to have you there, in that spot, you know?” They extricated themselves from one another, not caring about the mess, and settled down so they were side by side, facing one other in the dim light of very early morning.

“I do know. You said I belonged there, and that’s the way it felt… like I do belong there. I know that’s where you need to be too. I want your cock in the same way, in the same place. I always want to feel that closeness between us. I want that physical connection we just had… I want all of it.” He followed his declaration up with a gentle, passion-filled kiss. “You know, I’m soon going to be completely healed and there will be no more reason to wait. We’ll be able to make love without restrictions.”

He smiled into the decreasing darkness. “I was able to handle what we just did, so there’s really no reason why you can’t make love to me now, you know? As long as I’m on my back, it should be fine, and I would like it if you want to give it a try.” It was still a little too dark for Michael’s blush to be obvious, but he could sure as hell feel the heat rising up his neck to his face. The thing was, though, he didn’t mind being vulnerable in front of Kendall. He trusted his love for what it was… unconditional.

“When you’re fully healed… when the therapist says we can, then I’m ready, but not before, Sunshine. I want it as much as you do, but I don’t want any restrictions when we make love for the first time. Do you understand what I mean?”

“Yeah, I get it. My injury shouldn’t play a part in what unfolds between us when the time comes. And you don’t want to be worrying about my knee, either.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly right. You do understand.”

Michael smiled. “Hopefully my dumb period is over. Just explain one thing to me though. Do you really want my therapist to tell us when we can make love? That’s going to be kind of awkward, don’t you think?”

“You’re an idiot, Michael Aceto, do you know that?”

“Yes, I do, Kendall Dooley, and you love me for it.”

“Yes, I do. I most certainly do.”

“Let’s get rid of these sheets and snuggle under the comforter for a little while before we get up. I want to hold onto you for a bit longer, if that’s okay?”

“That will always be okay.”

They wiped each other down with the dry parts of the sheets, before covering up with the down-filled duvet. A couple of minutes later, he smiled as he watched Kendall slip into oblivion, wrapped in his arms. He felt his own eyes grow heavy, and his last thought was they’d put the trauma of last night behind them... not that Candy wouldn't provide more....