M RATING FOLLOWS

Stress Therapy

Ace could hear Smoker moving through his apartment, looking for him no doubt. He wasn't surprised to hear him go towards the bedroom after all that was where the trail of clothes had led to but Ace had gotten bored of waiting there really quick and had gotten up to further explore the place. A harsh curse rang out through the room and Ace chuckled lightly to himself, the cop seemed to be a tad impatient. With an anticipatory smirk Ace reached behind him to press a button, with a small bang the machine came to life. A few seconds later a frustrated Smoker appeared in the doorway.

"Hey taisa, what took you so long?" Ace purred.

"How did you get in?" Smoker asked with a forced calm.

"Is that really what you're interested in right now?" Ace asked spreading his legs ever so slightly and moaning with the vibrations of the machine.

Smoker didn't bother replying and instead crossed over to the dryer in two strides and yanked Ace's mouth to his in a demanding and hungry kiss. As the cop's tongue slid into Ace's mouth he felt a fire deep in his belly roaring to life and he wanted nothing more than to add fuel to it. He quickly shoved off the heavy coat Smoker had on and let his hands roam the thick corded muscles that rippled below the surface of the tanned skin. His fingers scraped at the flushed flesh and Smoker moaned into his mouth. Between the vibrations of the machine, the vibrations of Smoker's moan and the movement of his hands across Ace's sensitized skin Ace was starting to unravel, slowly but surely.

He wasn't sure how it happened but somehow Smoker was on the dryer with him the rest of his clothes forgotten on the floor. Any foreplay was soon abandoned as Smoker suddenly slipped one lubricated finger into Ace's entrance causing a searing pain to fracture out. Just as the pain was fading a second finger was inserted followed closely by a third and Ace fought with the pain and the pleasure that was starting to thread its way through his stretched body. Then the fingers were gone and Ace felt a sudden emptiness and he let out a small mewl. Smoker bit down on Ace's neck then drove into him hard, sheathing himself in Ace's heat. For one sentimental moment Ace felt a sense of wholeness, like he had found something he had always been searching for. He quickly shoved these sentiments aside, that wasn't what he wanted, he wanted the fire, the passion not the mushy, love crap.

Pushing sentimental misgivings aside wasn't too difficult as Smoker slammed into him again and again while the dryer worked away sending delicious vibrations running through his body. Never in all his life had he hit his peak so quickly and while he had no idea of Smoker's experience he could feel that he was right there with him. Their bodies continued to slam together violently while fingers and teeth fought for purchase on any available skin. Ace raked his fingers down Smoker's toned ass, feeling the skin tear under his blunt nails. He took pleasure in the feeling just as he took pleasure in Smoker's teeth piercing the sensitive skin of his neck.

The pleasure was getting stronger and stronger and then everything else ceased to exist as his orgasm rocked his body. Every muscle in his body tightened and he was aware of Smoker's guttural cry, hot in his ear before they both came as violently as the sex had been. Then he relaxed, all of his muscles and aches and just everything melting away leaving him a limp mess. The euphoric feeling of release still lingered and he practically purred with contentment.

"Feeling less stressed, taisa?"

Smoker simply grunted in reply, leaning heavily on Ace.

"Well your therapy session is just getting started."

"Is that so?"

"Mmmm yeah. Let's get you cleaned up first."

Ace slid off the dryer and started to stroll out of the laundry room. He paused in the doorway to toss his best come hither look before disappearing around the corner. He made his way to the bathroom and turned the shower on. The steam was starting to billow out when Smoker appeared in the doorway, still naked and looking incredibly hot in Ace's opinion. He especially liked the scratches and bite marks that marred his skin. Ace crossed over to him and pulled him into a deep kiss, his tongue exploring all the contours of Smoker's mouth leading him backwards to the shower as he did.

They broke apart to get in the shower and Smoker pulled him flush against his body to resume the kiss under the spray. He hissed slightly into Ace's mouth as the hot water stung the fresh cuts on his back but Ace rocked his hips forward lightly and the pain was forgotten. Ace grabbed the shower gel from the side of the shower and poured a liberal amount into the palm of his hand. He then proceeded to lather Smoker up, his hands trailing over his stomach, chest and back, pressing and rubbing until the muscles underneath loosened and relaxed. Once he was satisfied that the cop was fully relaxed he let his hand skirt lower, dancing over his cock and watching as Smoker's eyes flew open and he immediately hardened.

Ace's fingers curled around the erection, lightly trailing them down the length with feather light touches. He rubbed his thumb over the tip and watched Smoker shudder with desire and pleasure. He stroked and tugged, varying the pressure on Smoker's erection and watching the emotions play out across the older man's face. When the cop growled low and hungry Ace squeezed lightly before devouring Smoker's mouth with his own. He craved the taste of him and loved the way Smoker easily dominated the kiss, loved the way he wantonly let him.

Ace's fingers danced while their tongues warred and Smoker started thrusting into Ace's hand. His hips bucked wildly and Ace marvelled at how his hand job had turned into his hand getting fucked. The entire thing was much too sexy for Ace and he found he immediately was hard, Smoker noticed as well and his hand snaked down to grasp his cock. He tugged roughly causing Ace to cry out in pleasure at being so deliciously violated and never once did the hypnotic movements of his hips stall. They came together in an explosion of cries and shaking bodies, collapsing against each other spent.

After regaining some energy and their breath they let the water wash away the cum before stepping out of the shower. Ace towelled off quickly before wrapping the large towel around his waist and sauntering out.

"Where are you going, brat?"

"I need some food before the next round."

"Next round?"

"Oh, there's always a next round..."