Chapter 24: Juan & Clint

JUAN

They couldn’t stop kissing. They couldn’t stop touching.

Even though Clint claimed he wasn’t tired, Juan knew it wasn’t true. Why did Clint still think he could lie?

Clint was more passionate than he’d ever been—and so was Juan. He supposed it was natural to feel such a way after all they’d been through.

Clint’s tongue was deep in his mouth as Juan dug his fingers into his shoulders, kissing him just as passionately back. He couldn’t stop nibbling his lips, massaging his tongue, grabbing furiously onto his hands as they wrestled in bed.

And it ~was~ wrestling. Though Juan was losing—constantly.

Juan cried out when Clint yanked up his legs and thrust him onto his back. Pinning his wrists into the bed, Clint sucked at his neck until Juan laughed tearfully and thrashed around his head.

Clint moved down to his throat, then his collarbone before reaching his nipples, which he licked and sucked.

Juan seized Clint’s hips between his knees, and with all his strength managed to roll him off. Clint fell off the bed with a thud.

“Sorry!” Juan laughed.

Clint was also laughing as he pulled himself back onto the bed. His mismatched eyes were glinting. His face was red. He was panting.

And down between his legs he was as hard and long as a log. Juan choked with laughter when he started thrusting it about.

Clint pounced, and Juan snorted as he pinned him to the bed, his hands tight around Juan’s wrists.

Then Clint was kissing him again, this time long and slow on the mouth.

Soon they became quiet, the silence filled with the sound of their smacking lips. Tears were leaking out of Juan’s eyes, but this time it wasn’t from laughter. He tried to stop them, but they wouldn’t stop coming.

Clint brushed them away.

“I missed you,” Juan hiccuped.

Clint sighed. Lowering his body upon him, Clint pressed his face into the side of Juan’s neck. Juan gazed up at the ceiling as the tears continued to roll, reveling in the heat of Clint’s breath, the warmth of his skin.

Only a short time ago, there’d been every possibility he would never have experienced this again. In fact, Juan would have been dead too. Somehow, he’d forgotten about that little fact. It didn’t seem important.

Clint pulled himself away, smiling again as he kissed Juan on the lips. Juan smiled back through eyelashes beaded with tears. Clint had never looked more beautiful with his lips swollen from kissing, his neck flushed, his eyes gleaming.

Juan suddenly thought back to how he’d looked in the medical capsule with that ~thing~ on his face.

Juan winced. Clint winced.

Clint reached over for the lubricant. Juan was aching. It felt like they hadn’t been together for years, not mere hours. He watched as Clint readied his shaft, smoothing the lubricant over its swollen length.

Why was it that its size still took Juan by surprise? Sitting up, Juan reached over to gently massage Clint’s balls. Then he leaned over to kiss the tip of his penis. He took the tip in his mouth, sucking gently. Clint’s eyes rolled with pleasure.

Gently, Clint pushed him back into the pillows. He spread Juan’s thighs, gently rubbing more lubricant into Juan’s anus with the tip of his finger. They were holding each other’s gazes as he slowly pushed his finger in all the way. Juan grimaced with pleasure.

Pulling his hips back, Clint rested the tip of his shaft against Juan’s opening. Juan sucked in a breath as he pushed slowly inside. Gripping onto Clint’s shoulders, Juan stared into his eyes as he penetrated him.

Those fascinating eyes. That remarkable face. That perfect soul seemingly built just for him. He could feel their bond burning bright. He could feel it like a pull between their chests. Between their hearts.

Juan arched his neck as Clint finally settled all the way inside him.

Leaning in, Clint kissed his mouth. Juan wrapped his arms around Clint’s neck as Clint pulled back his hips and thrust into him. Pressing his forehead against Juan’s, Clint stared deeply into his eyes. Juan stared right back.

They rocked together, back and forth, rhythmically. Juan could feel the pressure building in Clint’s balls as much as Clint could probably feel the same thing for Juan. Juan clawed at Clint’s hair as they pressed their mouths together, Juan nibbling at Clint’s bottom lip.

Clint pushed harder, and Juan cried out. Reaching between them, Clint grabbed onto Juan’s shaft, smoothing it in his fist.

Juan was burning now, right from his balls into his G-spot deep in his anus and into his hips. Again and again, Clint thrust. Juan grabbed the back of Clint’s neck, gritting his teeth as he glared into his eyes. He could feel the pressure building more rapidly. Clint’s shaft was making his pleasure spots burn. With two hard jerks, Clint reached his peak, erupting in a wave of warmth inside him.

Clint was panting; his eyes were red. He smoothed his hand around Juan’s shoulder. “Do me.”

Juan raised his eyebrows.

“Do me,” he repeated.

Juan could feel it. He could feel the urge for something new. Something Clint had never experienced before. Something that could bring the two of them closer still. To submit. To be the passive for once. It wasn’t in Clint’s nature—but Juan could feel his excitement.

The thought was thrilling him.

CLINT

Clint’s heart was knocking against his ribs. It wasn’t enough. He needed something more. Though he’d spent himself, he didn’t feel satisfied. Something was missing.

“Do me,” he said.

Though surprised, Juan nodded. Clint could feel his uncertainty as they shifted positions. Juan hadn’t come yet, his shaft long and hard, his face flushed with urgency. Clint could feel Juan’s throbbing desire in his own balls. Grabbing onto Juan’s shaft, Clint smoothed more lubricant along the length of him.

Juan took his wrist and kissed the heel of his palm, his eyes glittering.

With a grin, he then smacked Clint on the ass. Laughing, Clint dropped down onto all fours. He went lower, onto his elbows as Juan positioned himself behind him. Clint could hear his rasping breaths as he pressed his tip up against Clint’s opening.

Clint released a breath as Juan eased himself inside. Clint dropped his head, staring down into his pillow, his hands clawed into the mattress. Juan grabbed onto his hips as he pushed in deeper still.

Clint gasped when he reached the end. They were both quiet, though panting, as Juan held himself inside him. He rubbed Clint’s back, his fingers bumping down the length of his spine. Then he reached beneath to feel Clint’s erection, gently stroking the underside until Clint shivered and squirted a little into the sheets.

Next, Juan began rotating his hips. Clint arched his neck with a groan. Juan was pushing in really deep, as deep as he could get, and it was firing off all Clint’s nerves until it felt like he was burning up inside.

He could feel Juan’s erection swelling further. He could almost imagine the Rictorian gritting his teeth as he tried to maintain control. Then he was thrusting into him—deep small thrusts that were driving Clint crazy.

Juan grabbed onto his shaft. Clint wrapped his hand around Juan’s as the Rictorian masturbated him. It took only moments before Clint ejaculated with a gasp and a moan. Juan caught his semen in his hand—jet after jet of it.

Gasping, Clint dropped his head. Juan still hadn’t come—but it wasn’t over yet. Clint could feel it. Juan had stopped his small thrusts; instead, he pulled back and began slamming into Clint’s backside—throwing him forward.

Juan’s fingers dug around the bones of his hips as he thrust again and again, grunting as he did. It was a side Clint had never seen of Juan before—and it was fascinating. It was stimulating.

And then he felt their bond—and he realized the upsetting truth. It wasn’t from ferocity or lustful pleasure at all. Juan was desperate. Even fearful.

The realization made Clint’s heart lurch. Now, Clint recognized the tears in Juan’s grunts. Even while making love, the Rictorian couldn’t forget what they’d almost lost.

Juan’s breaths were coming faster and faster. Despite Juan’s emotional turmoil, Clint could feel his pleasure growing rapidly. He could feel an echo of it in his own pelvis.

Clint sucked in a breath as he came. With a cry, Juan thrust into him hard, again and again as he rode each dizzying pulsation until they slowed, then stopped.

Juan pressed his lips upon Clint’s back as he smoothed his hands over his ass. Clint could feel the heat in Juan’s chest as much as between his thighs. It seemed to fill Clint up until it turned his face hot. Their bond was vibrating.

Finally, Juan pulled out completely. Clint felt his semen dripping down the back of his leg. Juan wiped it away.

They fell into bed together, wrapped up in each other’s arms. They kissed each other as though they hadn’t just made desperate, passionate love twice over.

“I love you,” Juan whispered in his ear.

“I love you too.”

Clint wrapped his arms around Juan’s hips, pulling him close until they were fully against each other. He stroked Juan’s back, feeling a sweep of the old fear course through Juan’s system. It seemed it would take a while for Juan to get over the Wriling attack.

Clint traced his fingers along Juan’s back, waiting for the fear to pass. He tried his best to infuse Juan with lighter emotions by thinking of their long future and the fun all their nights together had in store for them.

Slowly, the fear eased away, and Juan sighed into his neck. Clint kissed his cheek.