Turning Up the Heat

TURNING UP THE HEAT

"It's beautiful."

Naked, I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows lining the wall of our hotel room. The falling snowflakes made it magical. Fifty stories above Boston, I felt comfortable giving the city a show. Simon promised a trip I wouldn't forget. He delivered on every front. To break up the drive, he stopped at comic shops in Portland and Nashua. I got to browse the comics and chat with the owners. Every ‘random' event had been carefully planned.

"How am I doing with the culture expedition?"

When I imagined doing this, I had the image of a small, crappy motel while sharing a room with Amanda or Jon. He had booked a room in one of Boston's few skyscrapers. I had never stayed in a room this lavish, and certainly not one with a fireplace dividing the bedroom and the living room. It might be because it was our first time, or maybe because we just crossed our three-month anniversary? Or maybe he wanted to raise the bar to an impossible level?

Simon cozied up behind me, his arms wrapping around my chest. I ran my hand along the Terry-cloth robe before slipping inside to feel his furry forearms. From the smell of eucalyptus, he had taken full advantage of the amenities in the bathroom. It wasn't often guys our size could take a shower together. The one time we tried at his house, we tore the curtain rod off the wall.

"You're in the running for boyfriend of the year." He kissed the back of my neck. I squirmed as his beard tickled my neck. "But, it's… different. The city, I mean."

"How so?"

His hips swayed back and forth until he had me doing the same. The city didn't sleep. Even at this height, I could make out the groups of people walking along the sidewalk or cars zipping from one stoplight to the next. What I needed couldn't be found here.

"Boston doesn't have Gladys eager to show off her latest quilt. There's no Abraham telling war stories while playing cards. There's no Bonny working on her damned truck. I know every person in Firefly. I'd never get that here."

"There's no me," Simon said.

I turned around, wrapping my arms around his neck as we continued swaying. His beard smelled of sandalwood while his skin shined from the cocoa butter. It was his eyes that held my attention. They were stunning on their own, but the way they focused on me made me the luckiest guy in the world .

I felt loved.

"I love you!"

It could have been romantic had I not shouted the words. We had just crossed three months together, and every night, he wrapped his body around mine. I thought about saying it. It caught in my throat when I spied on him cooking. It made my skin tingle when he cooked and his tongue hooked on his top lip. I fought the urge to blurt it out when he followed Lucas upstairs to make sure he brushed his teeth. It consumed me as I listened to him reading, and each of them did their best impersonations of their favorite heroes.

"Those are some big feelings."

I blushed. Thanks to Lucas, we talked about feelings often. Some were small, like when I forgot to do the laundry and had to go to work commando. Others were big, like when I saw a handsome man standing in the rain, determined to be my hero.

"This is going to sound cheesy," he said. "The first time we met, you pawed through my horrible selection of comics. You didn't even know Lucas, but you were going out of your way to be nice. I was so scared I made a mistake moving to Firefly, that I was being a terrible father. Then this stranger treated me like family and wanted nothing in return."

"I got plenty in return."

Simon chuckled. "I guess you did." He pressed his forehead to mine. "Thanks for helping me be a good dad." He kissed my nose. "Jason, I love you." He whispered the words, but they hit like a ton of bricks. I had known for a while, or at least I suspected. The confirmation made me feel as if I were on top of the world.

Pulling him close, my lips hovered inches from his. He leaned forward, but I pulled out of reach. It had become a game between us. I teased until he decided he had enough, and he took what he wanted. For naked time, I welcomed Simon calling the shots.

Simon stepped forward, and I hissed as my ass pressed against the window. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes, savoring his beard scratching my cheek. His tongue darted along mine, and I noticed something stiff pressed against my thigh. I wasn't going to waste the opportunity, especially not after hearing him refer to the first time in the mill.

He pulled away, taking a step back. As he scanned me up and down, I grew self-conscious… except for my cock. He stood tall, making it clear how I wanted to spend the evening. Simon pulled at the belt of his robe, revealing a strip of skin. All of him was magnificent, but I wasn't thinking with my head as I stared at his erection.

In three months, I discovered chefs played as hard as they worked. We could be sitting on the couch watching a movie, and if the mood struck him, he'd unzip and give me the option of how the evening ended. Those long trips to Portland? More than once while driving, he'd reach over and stroked my cock. If I got lucky, he'd pull over and put me over the hood of the car.

Yes, Simon knew how to get my engine going .

My mouth watered. I wanted to be on my knees swallowing— Simon put a hand on my chest, holding me in place. His smirk had a playfulness to it. He slid down my body, kissing my chest, then following the trail of hair to my belly. Before I knew it, I could feel the heat of his breath along my shaft.

"Want me to suck your cock?"

He asked, as if I had a choice. If Simon wanted to blow me, he would. As soon as I got stiff, he had my answer. I wanted a guy to take charge in the bedroom. Simon had no problem being that guy. If he asked, it meant he wanted to hear me beg.

I moved my hips forward, but a hand on my stomach held me in place. "Say it."

My cock jumped. He gripped the shaft, giving it a firm squeeze. I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the glass. "I want you to suck my cock." Admitting it out loud sounded desperate, which wasn't far from the truth. I needed to feel his tongue lick its way up and down my shaft.

"All you had to do was ask."

I didn't need to see his face to know that grin had turned devious. His tongue flicked the tip of my cock. When that didn't get a reaction, he wrapped his lips around the head. He let go of my shaft but didn't move any further. His fingers grazed my sack, eliciting a groan. I pushed my hips forward.

My cock worked into Simon's mouth. I arched my back, trying to bury the length. He pulled back, making sure I couldn't get it all in. This was every session, a tease, dragging out the anticipation until one of us gave into our base instincts. Without a doubt, I'd be the first to cave.

"Fuck, that feels good."

He gave my balls a firm tap, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. It blurred the line between pleasure and pain. When he did it a second time, I would have jumped had he not swallowed my cock to the base. My body didn't know what to make of it. Instead, I let out a moan that'd wake adjacent rooms.

Simon let go of my cock, gasping for air. As soon as he sucked in a breath, he continued working up and down the length. His hand wrapped around my balls, holding me in place as he bobbed and slobbered.

I could have kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the sensation. I preferred watching the sexy bear as he serviced me. In three months, Simon knew exactly how to bring me to the brink and keep me dancing along the edge. If he was feeling mean, he'd take his time and draw it out into a night-long event.

"Oh, fuck…" It felt incredible, with the cool glass against my back and the love of my life pushing me toward an orgasm. His hands slid to my hips, guiding me in and out of his mouth. When they reached my ass, he pulled me forward, burying my cock down his throat. Squeezing each cheek, I groaned.

With one more up-and-down motion, I couldn't hold back.

"I'm going to come," I hissed .

His fingertips dug into my ass, holding me in place as my cock throbbed in his mouth. I writhed as I groaned, palms squeaking as they slid over the glass. Between the moans, Simon swallowed with an audible gulp. My body shook as I unloaded. I didn't want him to stop, but my cock grew sensitive. It was the catch .22 of an orgasm.

Simon withdrew slowly as my tremors continued. With a delicate hand, he milked my cock, giving the tip one last swipe of the tongue. As quickly as the orgasm subsided, I wanted to do it again. Not because I needed to get off, but because the thought of my very own daddy bear gave me warm, fuzzy feelings.

Simon stood, and I grabbed the side of his face, kissing him. As I shoved my tongue inside his mouth, I could taste the saltiness of cum. As he leaned into me, I couldn't dismiss the thick piece of meat brushing against my thigh.

"Your turn?" I whispered. It wasn't really a question. I was more curious about how he wanted his night to end. Some nights, I nursed on his cock until he came. Other nights, he pinned me to the bed while he used my ass as if he owned my hole.

Simon didn't respond as he spun me about. He pushed between my shoulder blades, pressing my body along the window. I yelped again. I'm pretty sure I leaked more cum against the glass. We'd have to wipe it down before housekeeping came in the morning. Simon used his foot to spread my legs. My cock had softened, but the use of force already had it growing again.

Kissing along my neck, he traced my spine with his fingertips. As they moved lower, they barely touched the skin, stopping just as they reached the cleft of my ass. Simon did the same with his lips, brushing lightly as he slid down my body. They didn't stop as they reached my waist. He took his time. With every exhale, the heat washed across my ass.

His hands engulfed each cheek. The strength from years in the kitchen made me moan. My breath left a trail of fog on the window. His tongue traveled down my ass, and I nearly melted as he brushed against my hole. He didn't tease, he didn't make me beg. Simon slathered my hole in spit. I knew what he had in store, and that made me hard. I wanted Simon, the man I loved, deep inside me.

"On all fours."

He didn't need to make the demand twice. At the top of Simon's preferences, drilling me until he came was his favorite. He never admitted it, but I think he liked making me come before fucking, so I was even tighter. Another bottom might object, but I enjoyed the rough ride, especially the moment he worked the entirety of his cock inside me.

"Yes, sir." I headed toward the bed, ready to put my ass in the air.

"Wrong direction."

I turned, confused. Simon slid the robe off his shoulders. He dragged it behind him while I watched that beautiful furry butt. He walked past the small couch facing the fireplace and flipped a switch on the wall. Click. Click. Click. I couldn't make out the sound, not until the fire sprang to life.

"Oh. Now you're just showing off."

It had everything but the bearskin rug. We'd have to save that for our holiday cards next year. He dropped his robe on the carpet before pointing. I had my marching orders. I wasn't going to say no, not when I was about to live out a scene from a porno.

Dropping to my knees, I gave his cock a quick shake. With a hand on my shoulder, he guided me onto my hands. His eagerness had me ready to work up another load. There's nothing more gratifying than knowing how badly a top wanted inside, especially when he knew how to use his cock.

"Fuck me," I whimpered.

He dragged his cock along the crack of my ass. Of course, now that I begged, he'd tease. His hands slid to my hips, pulling me back in a gentle rocking motion. Shifting his hips, his cock slid down my ass, jabbing the back of my balls.

"Oh, fuck," I mumbled and moaned as he pulled me back harder. If he kept shoving the head of his cock against my balls, I'd be leaking on the floor. He paused, and I grew anxious waiting for— the head of his cock shoved inside.

"Oh, God," I hissed. I was tight. My hole ached, but not nearly enough to stop the waves of pleasure. Simon knew exactly when to push forward and when to pause and let me adjust to the thickness. Not acceptable. I shoved back, taking his length until my ass pushed against his belly. It was Simon's turn to moan.

As much as I wanted to stay like this all night, I was a man on a mission. I tried sliding off his cock, but his hands held my hips, jerking me backward. Guiding me, we started a slow rocking motion, short jabs at first, before moving to the length of his shaft.

"You feel amazing," he whispered.

The middle of his cock was the thickest, and with each stroke, I could feel my hole stretch to accommodate. Simon lifted his belly, resting on my ass, and I gasped as it allowed the last inch of his cock to slide in. He picked up the pace, reaching around to run his finger over my cock. Between the slapping of balls, I could hear him licking his finger.

"Somebody's about ready to come again."

If he kept going, chances were I'd barely need to touch my cock before shooting. Simon pulled out, getting to his feet. I wanted to look over my shoulder and see what he had planned, but the not-knowing made it more exciting. Would he come on my back? Have me swallow his load?

Simon squatted behind me, legs clenched against my thighs as he guided his cock into my hole. He shoved the entire length inside, and I gasped. "Fuck, you're huge." Simon didn't waste time as he jackrabbitted my ass. On each withdraw, only the head remained inside, and then he shoved inside, his cock pressing against that magic spot.

"Don't stop," I whimpered.

"I won't." He picked up the tempo, growling as he plowed me harder. Balancing on one hand, I dared to reach down and squeeze my cock. It had turned into a steady stream of precum. With only a few strokes, I was ready to come again.

"Come," he commanded.

I didn't need to be told twice. I jerked, letting the warm sensation flow through my body for the second time. As I came, my ass tightened, milking his cock. His tempo turned erratic, and with one last slam, he roared.

"I'm coming." The whole hotel heard his cries.

I continued gasping as his cock twitched, filling me with cum. I was going to feel this in the morning… not that it'd stop me from climbing on top of him again. Simon leaned forward, pushing me to my belly. I could feel the ropes of cum all over his robe. I'd need a shower.

Simon rolled us onto our side so we faced the fire, careful not to let his cock slide out. He reached around and gave my cock a squeeze. I slapped his hand away. "Hey! You know the rules."

He let go, rubbing my belly while he kissed the back of my neck. "Rules are meant to be broken."

Our position on the floor was less than comfortable, but I had no intention of moving. My pulse returned to normal, and eventually, Simon's cock softened, slipping out. I wanted to stay in this moment for as long as I could.

"If I had known reading comics would get me here—" He kissed my shoulder. "—I'd have started reading years ago."

I laughed. "Don't go thinking all my customers get this treatment. "

"Glad to know I'm special."

Simon had no idea just how special. I couldn't have asked for a kinder, sweeter, sexier man. He checked off every box and added a few extra for good measure. Who knew when this handsome bear walked into my shop, I'd find a boyfriend? More than that, I found my family had grown. Lucas had become my sidekick, excited for new-comic day and every new superhero movie. Even Lucy found a way into my heart as we cracked jokes about Simon.

"What are you thinking about?"

Too much. More than I could put into words. "This is the start of something." I didn't quite know what, but I was excited to find out. "Something big."

His embrace tightened. "I was thinking the same thing."