A Game of Cards...

PART THREE


Jared gladly accepted the invitation, having been worried for a minute that he had hurt the Cajun, but with his lips being claimed again he knew the other man was enjoying himself as well and began to move his hips, thrusting in and out slowly at first but then picking up momentum as sweat began to bead on his body, the chilly December air that had penetrated the house seeming a distant memory. The nails that had scraped down his back had felt so good, a small burn still tingled his skin, and Jared's pace quickened.

Adjusting his legs to better accommodate Jared, Remy moaned into the kiss at an almost non-stop pace, hands pawing at the man’s bare back. It was fucking amazing how well their bodies fit together and Remy couldn’t help but wonder if he could just spend the rest of his life with Jared inside him, fucking him like he could read his mind. The man didn’t let up, which kept the edge, the slight discomfort that a woman could never give him, the pain that he longed for laced through with such intense pleasure. He could feel his climax building and warded it off as much as he could, finally breaking the kiss to take in a shaky breath and use an almost begging voice. “Harder Cher… please, harder…” he had been called a whore by ex-lovers for knowing what he wanted, but he had a feeling Jared would appreciate his love of violation, the need he had for such rough sex, he only hoped the man would give in and not worry about the consequences, he never did himself. “Harder…”

'Harder...'
The word echoed in his head and for a moment Jared almost pulled out; he hadn't heard it said like that since his own lips had begged for it from his ex-lover. "As you wish," he murmured with a confident smirk. It gave him a thrill and the angel did just that, gripping onto the sheets of his bed as he thrust into Remy's willing body as hard as his would allow, putting passion, fury, and any other emotion he could use into it. He didn't know what would come after this but Jared hoped he wasn't in the process of ruining another good friendship.

His fingers dug into Jared’s back again, harder, the feeling of warmth spreading over their tips reminded Remy of blood, but he was to caught up to be certain. He could barely breathe now, his breaths all harsh gasps as Jared set the pace of both his breathing and his ecstasy. Being pounded into the mattress he closed his eyes again as his head pushed into the pillow, it felt like he was being torn in two, each hard painful thrust holding a distinct jolt of pleasure as Jared struck his prostate over and over. There was no way out now, Remy could feel the build up, he was going to come no matter what he did now, and all too soon. Without warning, he pulled Jared tight, his body spasming as he lost his breath again and came in hard spurts.

The already tight entrance clamped down on his cock and milked his own release out of his panting and sweaty body, and Jared let Remy hold him tight as the Cajun's seed sprayed his stomach and chest. Normally he'd never let a lover cum on him, but the angel figured that the man beneath him was gorgeous enough that it didn't matter- plus he was distracted by the sheer pleasure running through his body. Remy had taken as good as he got and after a few more shallow thrusts, and the Cajun's grip loosened, Jared fell to his side on the bed, eyes shut and breaths coming in gasps as he tried to get the world to stop spinning. "Fuck..."

Remy almost moaned when the hot spray of Jared coming inside him was robbed away by the latex he wore, but instead released the man, wincing as the now flaccid cock fell from his body. He let his legs slowly return to the mattress, feeling every muscle as he did so, the comforting ach filling his lower regions. He was trembling, but finally breathing at an almost normal pace. He laid there, eyes shut as he let the reality of what just happened sink in. Jared was as good as he thought he would be… no, he was better! And Remy could still feel the warmth of his body on top of his own, though it was dissipating quickly and the chilled air brought on a shiver unrelated to their activities. “Oui, fuck…” he breathed out.

Cue the awkward-ness of a friendly fuck gone a little out of control. Jared kept his eyes closed even though the world seemed to be sitting peacefully on it's axis for the moment, wondering if Remy was going to hit him with a few hard questions that hinted towards a relationship. The Cajun was utterly adorable, sexy as fuck, very limber in bed (he had had the pleasure of finding out personally), and, despite what the man claimed, a good guy. The angel just didn't know if he wanted to take the chance of fucking up someone he considered a close friend- or if these thoughts were even going through Remy's head as well!

Opening his eyes and seeing Remy's still shut, Jared twisted a bit and blindly stuck out his hand, patting the bed until he found what he was looking for. With a small smirk he tossed the cards onto the Cajun's naked body and said, "Alright, I give. There's my hand." He positioned an arm under his head and laid on his side, watching Remy's reaction.

Remy laughed as he felt the cards hit his chest, but didn’t bother opening his eyes. “I know, you had t’ree aces, a deuce, and a t’ree… I had four kings and de ace of spades…” he couldn’t help the louder laughs that escaped and risked opening an eye to look sideways at Jared. “Why you t’ink I bet?” he asked with a half grin. It was a nice way to break the silence that he knew must have been killing Jared, the man was so tense that Remy could feel it radiating off him.

He sent the mischievous Cajun a mock-glare before flipping over onto his back and resting both arms behind his head, feeling more relaxed now that Remy didn't show signs of wanting to propose or anything of the like. "I dunno... That'll teach me for playing cards with you again..." The silence was easier this time before a thought struck him and he sat up with an "A-HA!", looking triumphantly down at Remy. "You admit that you dealt me that hand on purpose- therefore you cheated! So ha!" He slapped both hands down on his knees as he switched back to Indian style and quirked a brow at his friend. "You are disqualified and I win by default!"

Laughing loudly, Remy went to sit up and jolted back to rest on his elbow not letting his laugh falter. “Cher, dat jus’ means da bets off cause ain’t no way you gettin’ my ass in no dress!” he laughed out, pushing Jared hard in the shoulder playfully and climbing off the bed gingerly. “You wan’ me in a dress you gonna have ta beat me fair and square.” He went on looking for his lost jeans and loosing his balance with enough force to have to catch himself on the wall. “Whoa, dat was betta den I thought… I’m still dizzy.” He would have liked to stay and talk and maybe even cuddle up with Jared to take a nap, but the man had seemed so uncomfortable only a few moments ago that Remy thought he had better recover in his own room if only his body cooperated.

Jared had noticed when Remy faltered trying to sit up, but thought the man would learn his lesson and not try to move- but of course the Cajun was going to be hard headed and want to leave right now. It was cute watching the man stumble around a little, but when he almost fell Jared was up in an instant and by his side, wrapping an arm around the still naked man's waist and leading him back to the bed. "Well you did say 'harder', you demanding bitch. Now lay down for a bit," his words had a teasing tone to them that covered the worry the angel was feeling. He had knocked women back onto their periods a few times and he was almost certain he had seen blood trickling down the Cajun's leg, and now that he was sure Remy wasn't going to get all clingy he didn't mind letting the man crash and recover in his bed. Once they were both back on the bed Jared moved his arm from around Remy's waist to rub circles on his sweaty back, willing the man to just sit still for a few minutes, if not for an hour... a nap sounded like a good idea after that work out. "And I wasn't the one playing dirty so you lose and I win, since you're the only one in the wrong." When Remy looked over at him Jared stuck out his tongue playfully.

Not one to seem weak, Remy took the offered help with a little resistance, but truth be told he was dizzier then he was letting on, even now that he sat on the bed next to Jared the room still spun. He was going to argue the point, but didn’t feel very up to it at the moment. “Whateva, we argue bout it later… mind if I lay down for a while?” the way Jared was rubbing his back intensified the sleepy feeling that was already sneaking up on him, and all he wanted right now was for Jared not to stop and let him fall asleep like that.

"Be my guest, just don't expect a mint on your pillow," Jared said with a smile, feeling only marginally tired but otherwise fine. When Remy laid down he drew his hand back and got up, pulling on his discarded red flannel bottoms and black wife-beater, running a hand through his hair. His mild exhaustion could wait, Jared figured, but right now he was damn thirsty and tap water from the bathroom wasn't going to cut it. Pausing at the door to look over his shoulder, the angel smiled as he watched Remy get comfortable. "Want anything from the kitchen?"

Remy sighed as Jared got up, thinking to himself well, you can’t have everything. He snuggled into the bed, taking it upon himself to pull the comfiture up from the corner to at least half cover himself, he wasn’t about to crawl into Jared’s bed without the man or his permission. “Non, I’m good.” He said quietly with a grin before letting his eyes fall shut. He didn’t know if Jared was going to come back and lay with him or if he was going to just be sleeping all by himself, not that he minded, he would just rather go into his own room if he would be alone anyway. Listening to Jared leave, he kept his eyes closed but now his mind was racing, what if Jared was pissed at him once he got to the kitchen? He didn’t think he used his ‘charm powers’, but then he couldn’t exactly tell when it was working, he certainly never knowingly used it on Jared, but… he shook his head gently, the world didn’t spin with his eyes closed, and tried to concentrate on sleeping. Instead he ended up listening for Jared’s return.



TBC…

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