Fuck Me Shoes Ch 02

Andrew walked down a hallway; his footsteps muffled by the thick carpeting. Several doors opened to the left and right, and Andrew glanced into each room before moving on.

Reaching the last door to the right, the only door not made of glass but dark mahogany instead, he finally spotted Neil on the far side of the room where he was idly inspecting the knickknacks on the bookshelf.

The sight of Neil always took his breath away, but tonight, he felt the world tilt on its axis beneath his feet. Neil was exquisite.

Neil's appearance drew a gasp from Andrew's lips, and at the sound, Neil turned to face him. A slow smile spread across his face, lighting the world like a thousand suns.

"You wore it," he said in quiet amazement, hungrily feasting his eyes over Andrew's body.

Before Neil could take a step toward him, Andrew held up his hand, immediately stilling Neil.

Andrew started pacing towards his boyfriend, drinking in the sight of him with every step.

Neil's auburn hair was slightly long and fell forward over his forehead. The light perfectly picked up the golden tones in them.

His icy blue eyes were framed with thick dark lashes, and Andrew saw he wore make-up; just a hint of dark liner on the bottom lid, and mascara to emphasize those lashes.

Following the line of his neck, Andrew's attention was drawn to what Neil was wearing; it made him slack-jawed in surprise and caused a slight tightness over the seat of his pants.

Neil was wearing a dress.

Not just any dress. The dress was red, strapless, and corseted, with a long flowing skirt.

As Neil moved, the dress revealed a thigh-high slit and gave Andrew a glimpse of long, tanned, muscular leg. Andrew knew the power held in those legs, both on the court and in his bed. Seeing them peek out under the soft red material only served to highlight their strength.

The dress also left Neil's arms and much of his chest exposed, leaving all of Neil's scars on display. No longer ashamed of them, Neil wore these scars as a reminder of all that he had survived. Andrew was left humbled by Neil's quiet display of courage.

Andrew flicked his gaze up to meet Neil's worried expression. Stopping a hairsbreadth away, he reached out his hand to cup Neil's face, not quite touching.

"Yes or no?" Andrew asked.

With a softly sighed "yes" Neil leaned his cheek into Andrew's palm. Neil closed his eyes and let out a deep breath.

Andrew stroked Neil's cheekbone with his thumb, and quietly said, "Open your eyes, baby."

Hearing Andrew call him baby always surprised and delighted Neil, and put the smile back on his face.

Blue eyes met hazel, and Andrew asked: "What's up?"

Neil took a deep breath, swallowed audibly, and lifted his head to look Andrew straight in his eyes.

Gesturing with his hands over his body, over that dress, Neil hesitantly asked: "Too much?"

Andrew immediately answered. "Yes. Way too much."

Seeing Neil's smile falter and his eyes avert to the ground, Andrew sought to clarify. He grabbed Neil's right wrist, turning Neil's hand to cup Andrew's pants. Neil's eyes widened at the bulge he felt there.

"Way too fucking much," Andrew shuddered out, barely able to breathe.

This close he could smell Neil's perfume, something musky yet delicate, a scent that drove Andrew mad with need. Andrew wanted to return the favour. He saw Neil dart his tongue out to wet his lips, took in the pounding pulse at the base of Neil's throat, and knew he'd succeeded.

He reached into his left pocket and withdrew a flat jeweller's box. Without releasing Neil's right wrist, he handed it over. Neil looked confused for a moment, then lifted the lid with his left hand.

Nestled on black velvet inside the box was a neck chain. It was white gold links, with a flat tag in the middle. Inscribed in flowy lettering was Neil's name. It glinted in the light.

"Turn it over," Andrew whispered, not meeting Neil's gaze. Neil did so, and let out a sound that was part gasp, part groan.

Pressing Neil's hand to the front of Andrew's pants to make sure it stayed there, Andrew used both hands to lift the chain from the box. Unclasping it and holding it in front of Neil, Andrew breathed "Yes or no?"

With tears sparkling at the corners of his eyes, Neil said "Yes" without a second's hesitation.

Andrew smiled and fastened the clasp around Neil's neck, placing a soft kiss on his collarbone as he did so.

Inscribed on the inside of the tag was Andrew's name, laying against Neil's skin when worn.

"So you know you belong to me, as I belong to you," was all Andrew said.

Neil leaned forward, lips asking for permission, and Andrew greedily closed the distance between them. Neil lightly bit Andrew's lower lip, causing shudders through his body, while Andrew licked deep into Neil's mouth.

They continued kissing and sucking and biting, Neil raising his left hand beside Andrew's head, and after being given permission, fisting it hand in Andrew's blonde hair.

Neil's right hand never stopped stroking the bulge at Andrew's front, and soon Andrew was bucking his hips into the movement. Neil tugged Andrew's lips from his with a last searing kiss and glanced at the door. Andrew was grateful that he'd had the forethought to lock it upon entering.

Neil raised his hands to touch the lapels of Andrew's jacket, and since it wasn't his skin, Andrew allowed it. Neil turned them until Andrew felt a flat surface behind his legs. Reaching out, he felt the clear surface of a sideboard and quirked an eyebrow at Neil.

Neil's answer was to fall to his knees on the thick carpet in front of Andrew, looking up through his lashes. Andrew thought he would explode from the heat in that gaze, and licked his dry lips with the tip of his tongue.

"Yes or no?" Neil asked.

"God, yes!" Andrew moaned.

Neil braced his hands on the sideboard behind Andrew, bracketing Andrew's hips. Never breaking eye contact, Neil leaned forward and ran his nose up and down Andrew's crotch.

The feeling sent another shudder through Andrew's body, and he gasped for air. After what seemed like hours of this exquisite torture, Neil finally brought his right hand up to Andrew's zipper.

The question was silent, but there, and Andrew fell infinitely more in love with his boyfriend; his boyfriend who understood his need to be touched, but on his terms only.

Andrew thickly replied yes, and watched a salacious grin spread on Neil's face. Neil slowly undid the button and zipper of Andrew's pants, and with a warm hand, reached in to pull out Andrew's cock.

The sensation nearly brought Andrew to his knees, and he gripped the edge of the table for support.

Neil kissed his way from Andrew's right hipbone and back, and again. He stopped at the left hipbone and started to kiss and lick and suck and bite there, causing Andrew to squirm and pant, involuntarily bucking his hips. He knew what Neil was doing; Neil was marking him, claiming Andrew as his own, in the most intimate way possible.

Finally satisfied with his handiwork, Neil slowly kissed the soft curls at the base of Andrew's cock, continuing up the length of him, to the tip. Once there, Neil gently licked at the slit of Andrew's cock, drawing a hiss from his lips. Andrew watched as Neil opened his mouth and took Andrew's tip in, but the sensation was too much, and he slammed his eyes shut. Neil closed his left hand around the base of Andrew's cock, and took him deeper in his mouth, licking and sucking, while twisting and tugging with his hand. Andrew felt his balls tightening, but held on with every last shred of willpower. He wanted to last, wanted to savour the feeling of Neil's mouth pulling him in, tongue licking his slit, spit dribbling from Neil's mouth. He tried to stop the bucking of hip hips, his head thrown back, but was powerless when Neil bared a hint of teeth on the last upstroke.

Neil pulled off with a loud pop, and sat back on his heels. Andrew's eyes shot open, and he looked down immediately. But Neil was smiling at him, eyeliner smudged from the tears in his eyes, chin wet from spit and precum. Neil reached out for Andrew's hands and placed them on either side of his own face.

He looked up at Andrew, simply said "Yes" in a clear voice, and then opened his mouth.

Andrew felt the air leave his lungs at Neil's invitation to fuck his face. Looking at the glinting chain around Neil's neck, he felt his last reserve break. He fisted his hands in Neil's hair, and slowly pressed his cock into Neil's mouth. Neil formed an 'o' with his lips, and provided just enough suction. He relaxed his throat so that Andrew could push in deeper, and the feeling of his cock hitting the back of Neil's throat sent Andrew's hips into overdrive.

He started furiously pistoning his hips, at times forgetting to be gentle, lost in the indescribable feeling of his cock in Neil's mouth.

"So close," he panted.

He suddenly felt Neil reach behind him, and through his pants, felt Neil's thumb press at his ass hole. Andrew started seeing stars, and said "yes" over and over, like a mantra. Neil used his other hand to cup Andrew's balls, and that was all it took for Andrew to pump his load down Neil's throat. Neil swallowed and swallowed all Andrew gave him, kept sucking at Andrew's cock until he had ridden out his orgasm.

When his hips finally stilled, Neil licked Andrew's cock from root to tip, cleaning any spilled cum. Andrew hissed at the sensation on his oversensitive cock, but smiled down at the studious look on Neil's face.

"I think it's clean now," he laughed out, drawing Neil's attention to him.

Neil gave him a hugely stupid grin, and nodded in agreement. Neil tucked Andrew's cock carefully back in his pants and closed the zipper and button. Neil liked that Andrew never wore belts.

Andrew reached down to cup Neil's chin in his hand and pulled Neil up to him. He pulled Neil in for a slow, blistering kiss, that left Neil breathless and dazed. Andrew swiped his thumb over Neil's chin, wiping away the wetness there, and brought it to his own mouth. Keeping their gazes locked, he licked his thumb into his mouth and sucked, eliciting a low groan from Neil as he did so.

Andrew reached for Neil, who nimbly evaded his grasp in his high black stilettoes. The shoes screamed FUCK ME, and Andrew wanted to do just that.

Neil smiled at Andrew's confused expression as he backed away. He turned around, showing Andrew the back of the dress, where the corset strings allowed parts of skin to peek through. Neil looked coquettishly over his shoulder at Andrew, and with a promise in his eyes, said one word.

"Later."