Thief of Hearts
by R.A. Swain
Pairing: Cory Raines/Richie Ryan
Rated: A slash
Disclaimer: The characters are not my property. They are used without permission, and are used for the sole intent of entertainment and not for profit.
Author's Notes: The idea of Cory and Richie together is just too hot to pass up.
Summary: Richie wants Cory to leave town, but Cory maneuvers Richie into bed instead. Maybe Richie will change his mind about Cory leaving.
Series: Part Two of a series: Wager of Desire, Thief of Hearts, On The Balcony,Burn Down the Mission, Confession Is Good For The Soul, and And I Say "What About Breakfast at Tiffanys?".
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Richie Ryan walked through Cory Raine's cabin, following his host's naked butt to the loft bedroom, his erection hard as ever even though he came only a few minutes earlier. One of the great things about being an immortal was the stamina, he thought. Add to that the fact his first death occurred while he was still in his prime sexual years, and that made for one extremely horny immortal.
Cory stopped and turned to face his companion. He stepped forward, and took Richie's lips roughly with his own. He forced his tongue into Richie's mouth once again, only it was less of an intrusion and more of a welcoming feel, as Richie intertwined his own tongue with his lover's. Their man-swords once again were wrestling for top position as Cory guided him across the floor to the large wrought-iron four poster in the middle of the room.
As they broke their kiss, Richie took in his surroundings. He gave out a low whistle. "Wow! This is some bedroom," he said. The walls of pine and stone, decorated with shields and pictures of Cory's life, fascinated him. This man was considerably older than Mac, and a whole lot cuter, he thought.
Cory reached out and caressed Richie's smooth, bare chest, lingering him thumb and forefinger over his right nipple, pinching gently, until the nipple stood erect. He leaned forward and took it in his mouth, biting gently, and then sucking and licking in circles across Richie's chest and down his stomach. Richie lay back on the soft pale blue sheets, propping his head on a pillow and watching Cory work his way down his stomach to his sandy blond pubic hair.
Cory looked up and saw Richie watching him. "Is there something wrong?" he asked.
Richie shook his head. "I just want to watch you do this," he said. "I've never imagined a man like you being so, so hot. I mean, please, let me watch this."
Cory smiled. "You know, I won the bet. But I'll give you this request, and more if you like." He brought his mouth to Richie's stiff shaft and ran his tongue along the top side to the tip, and then down the underside to his soft, smooth balls. His head came up. "You shave your balls?"
Richie smiled. "So do you. It's a total turn on to meet another guy who does it."
"Yeah, it is," Cory replied. He returned his attention to the task before him, but his mind briefly wandered back to the forest and the minstrel, and his band of so-called "merry men." Alan, he thought. He shook the thought from his mind and returned it to more pressing matters.
His lips formed a circle and he took the shaft, slowly sliding down its length until his nose was pressed against the fuzzy blond hairs. He inhaled, breathing in the scent of the chlorine from the hot tub and sweat and cum from their earlier sword fight. This was the only kind of sword fighting he ever wanted to do, even before he became immortal, and this was a battle he knew how to win.
He swirled his tongue in circular motions sliding up and down the shaft and around the tender tip. There was something special about this lad, he thought, as he increased his sucking. His hands rubbed their way up the smooth body and along the smooth sides and ass that was almost as handsome as his own. Cory hated to admit his one imperfection was his ego. He knew he had an a ss to die for, and this young man, barely out of his first lifetime, was a rival to his perfect looks. Perhaps not a rival, but a compliment. His own dark hair and blue green eyes contrasted against this youth's reddish blond hair, and pale, well toned body, would be admired by many. He would teach this man how to defend himself properly, yet how to enjoy the spoils of victory in all things, he thought.
As Richie felt himself nearing climax he reached down and placed a hand on the top of Cory's head. Guiding his speed and style, and pushing him back. "I don't want to cum yet." He said, breathing hard. "I want to bring you to the brink with me."
He repositioned himself to face the cock of his dreams. Cory may have been all the bad things, the irresponsible things Mac told him he was, but he left out what a hot lover Cory Raines was, and that was an unforgettable omission. Mac never made Richie feel this horny, and this satisfied at the same time. He had to get Cory to abandon his plan.
He opened his mouth and took Cory's pulsing hot sword all the way down his throat. He knew how to give as good as he got, and this was the first challenge he encountered sexually in a long time. This man can teach you things, sexually, he thought. The pleasure he felt from just touching Cory's bare skin sent flames of passion through his body.
Cory sighed as Richie's mouth caressed his cock. The sandpaper tongue, which wrestled with his own moments earlier, now lapped at his smooth balls and shaft. He wished this moment could last for eternity, a moment of ecstasy frozen in time and space. He imagined the eternal pleasure of Richie's tongue caressing his cock and balls, and his own returning pleasures, and shuddered with anticipation. He felt the build up of tension in his balls, and leaned forward, guiding Richie's cock into his own mouth once again. The two men lie locked in sexual pleasure, cheeks to thighs, noses to balls, cocks to throats.
Richie felt Cory's cock throb and pulse with a burst of pleasure and he returned the compliment, drinking the seed of the thief, and giving his own in return. As both men released the one another, he moved to kiss Cory once again, and they exchanged the tastes of their own seed. Cory wrapped his arms around Richie and held him close. Richie lay his head against Cory's soft bare chest and closed his eyes.
The twitter of a lark woke him. It was a song he heard many times throughout the centuries. He leaned up on his elbow and looked at the sleeping man next to him. Beautiful, he thought. His eyes traced the form in the dim light of the pre-dawn. One more kiss, he thought. This night will have to be the end. Richie would never give himself this way again, Cory thought.
Richie stirred and rolled over, pressing against the naked body, allowing his hands to reach for the cock he knew must be growing beneath the covers. He opened his eyes and saw Cory's pools of aquamarine barely visible in the glooming light. He reached up and pulled the handsome face d own to his own and shared a kiss. A long lingering kiss, accentuated by the feel of their naked bodies pressing together, hiding nothing of their naked lust from one another.
As they pulled back from their kiss, Richie felt Cory thrusting himself against his cock.
"One more before you go?" Cory asked.
Richie shook his head. "It's morning. The wager was for one night. Unless...."
"Unless what?" Cory asked, pressing his lips against Richie's shoulder.
"Unless you want to leave town with me right now."
Cory looked up into Richie's eyes. He knew the young man meant it, but it was not to be, and he knew that as well. "I can't leave."
Richie sat up, his hand caressing Cory's cock, stroking it slowly in defiantly short strokes. ""Then I can't finish this for you." He squeezed the shaft, reluctant to let go, but relinquishing it none-the-less.
Cory lay back and watched as Richie got out of bed and walked to the door. "Leave town with me, and this will never have to end." He turned and walked, naked, from the room.
Cory leaned up, ready to leap out of bed and run after Richie, but then fell back against the sheets. He was the thief, and this young man had stolen his heart. He couldn't allow it to happen again, not like it had with Alan. He pulled the sheets up and listened as Riche collected his clothing from downstairs and then as the front door closed.
He felt a tear roll down his cheek. The pain was starting already, he thought. The only way to stop it was to forget this happened, and go through with his plans with Amanda.
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