The criminal woke slowly as he felt the weight of a body covers his. He muttered lightly almost amused by the sensation as the weight rocked, rubbing over his delicate body. When he opened his eyes and saw the bounty hunter above him, sliding his large pelvis against his slight bones, the criminal gave a startled cry. “What the hell are you doing? When I said early I was hanging around because I was waiting for you to rape me I wasn’t serious!”

“Then why did you stay?” The hunter growled low in his ear, threatening his tongue along the criminal’s neck.

“I… I was afraid of… that assassin. I thought that as long as I was with you, you would protect your investment in me and not let her kill me,” The criminal gulped as the hunter removed the bindings from his wrist. “What are you doing?”

“Protecting my investment in you, now put your arms over my shoulder,” The hunter demanded before he explained. “She’s here looking for you, through the windows, I mean. I saw her while I was on the balcony looking into another hotel room.”

“Oh God…” The man moaned, perhaps not in response to the hunter’s words so much as in response to the powerful body rocking against his. The criminal lifted his hands to the larger man’s shoulders. “So I’m to…act as if we’re making love?”

“If that’s what you want to call it,” The hunter sneered. “She’ll notice you’re not bound and she’ll think you’re someone else. I’m going to kiss you now.”

“All right…” The criminal whispered, closing his eyes and slipping his hands over the hard muscles he felt moving through the other man’s clothes.

The criminal shivered when he felt the bounty hunter’s lips press heavily onto his own. They were thick and warm, and sent tiny darts of excitement to every area of his body. The criminal moaned again, his hands gripping tighter and his legs shifting because he could not hold still.

“Good,” The hunter assured, breaking the granite of his kiss. “Keep that up.”

The criminal shuddered at the man’s massaging pelvis, and when the hunter’s lips poured back into his mouth, forging another granolithic union between them, the slight man simply relaxed under the assault. He allowed the barrage of sensation to continue, stealing his breath and his composure. The hunter continued to tease and caress, kissing and licking but never creeping past the criminal’s open mouth.

The man could not breathe when his captor slipped away and grumbled. “She might have left.”

The criminal moaned at the idea that this passionate moment might end, but replied. “How shall we check and see?”

“I’m going to sit back on my knees and lift you onto my lap,” The hunter murmured in his ear, grinding his pelvis with a visible power into the criminal’s open legs. “Then you look over my shoulder and see if you can see her.”

“All right,” The criminal agreed softly. The hunter’s hands captured his waist and the criminal gasped as the man drew them both up in one swift gesture. Immediately he began to pummel his groin into the soft cradle of his prisoner’s legs. The criminal had to brace himself with his arms to remember his mission and to prevent himself from slipping into the throes of his arousal.

He did not see the woman outside. He could see nothing but their reflection in the dark window against the backdrop of an empty roof: the back of the burly man flexing under his cotton shirt as he rubbed and rocked the most sensitive parts of their bodies together looking as if he was kneeling on a miniature city and clinging to a lame doll.

“Well?” The hunter’s voice was equally breathless in his ear, echoing through the criminal’s temples the way his beat of his body resonated through his blood. “Is she gone?”

“No,” The criminal lied looking for her shape hoping to find her so that she could either kill him and end his misery or give him a reason to continue with this stimulating façade. “She’s still there… in the corner… she looks confused.”

“She’s not convinced,” The hunter panted. “We’ll have to try harder.”

“Agreed,” The criminal nodded his acknowledgement, feeling the other man’s powerful body quake as he shifted his movements and slowly lowered and raised his captive’s body in a deeper more sensual caress.

“I’m going to roll onto my back and sit you on top of me. Keep… you know,” The hunter pounded a littler harder into his pelvis as if to gesture. “She knows that I wouldn’t trust a captive that much.”

“Even though, you apparently do,” The criminal smirked, breathless.

“If you try to escape now, she’ll shoot you for sure. But she doesn’t know that I know she’s here, so she’ll think you’re not my captive,” The bounty hunter explained and then lost his patience. “Just do it.”

“All right,” When the criminal spoke, the hunter had what he wanted and in a sudden movement threw his body onto the bed and pulled the slight man onto of him, as if the smaller body were merely an anchor attached to the bottom of a rolling ship.

“Keep rocking over me,” The hunter demanded. “Like we’re having sex, remember?”

The criminal nodded, having no trouble following the directions, rubbing his pelvis too tightly against the hunter’s and bracing himself over the man’s broad chest with his arms. His gyrations became more impassioned, nearly frantic, when he felt the large mound of hard flesh rising between the hunter’s thighs and pressing against him.

“That’s good, Grayson… That’s real good,” The hunter murmured, half impassioned lover, half a co-conspirator. “She’ll be convinced.”

“Take off my shirt,” The criminal insisted, gripping hard at the man’s shoulders and gliding his thin body as hard and fast as he could. “She’ll be even more convinced.”

The hunter grunted his approval and reached up beneath him to unbutton the criminal’s pedantic shirt. The fabric parted with little resistance as the hunter was more pulling than unbuttoning. The slight man arched his back and sighed as the hunter glided his hands down his back to remove the shirt. The hunter’s big hands rested on his narrow hips and he held the criminal firmly, grinding him back and forth over the hidden lump of flesh. The criminal worked the rest of the shirt off his arms and dropped it to the floor, keeping his body upright and hugging his arms, riding the man beneath him in a mock display of their desires.

The criminal only moaned as the bounty hunter’s hands sank past the fabric of his trousers. The waist was elastic and the material slipped down easily to allow the man’s hands to cup the man’s soft skin. His hands were very large, both wider than the collection of flesh they molested.

“That’s a nice effect…” The criminal moaned finding it more and more difficult to breathe, as the man continued in his sensual massage of his most private parts. He dropped his head back and sighed again, a whimpering needing sound that accidentally escaped his throat. The hunter was inspired, and churned harder into his spread legs, throbbing into his willing cradle.

The slight man gasped when the hunter’s broad fingers slipped lower and suddenly pierced into his body. “What are…”

“Relax,” The fingers continued to stretch him inside, not allowing him to escape. “Just relax…”

The criminal whimpered again, but didn’t say a word to demand explanation or to ask the intrusion to end. The invading finger began to flicker about, spreading a warm feeling of pleasure though out the criminal’s body. He sighed enjoying the sensation, even as another finger pushed into his body. The two invaders seemed to fight each other spreading pain that mingled into a strange perverse pleasure, until the criminal was confused by the overwhelming sensation.

The hunter’s free hand reached up unsnapping the fastening of the criminal’s trousers with one or two strong pulls. The slight man only moaned as his body was pulled forward up to the hunter’s chest and gasped when he felt the man’s thick lips swirl around his hard erection. “Sweet god… that’s wonderful…”

The bounty hunter chuckled lightly: the sound reverberating through his chest below the man’s spread legs and spiraling around the velvety flesh of his erection. The criminal gave another jolt of sensation and then gave a long sigh feeling any pain being urged out of his body by the serenely talented mouth below him.

The criminal caught himself rocking his pelvis slowly back and forth over the man’s chest, trying to drive his erection deeper past the thick lips suckling him. He gasped a mixture of surprise and pleasure when the hunter clasped his waist in his hands and began to rock him, encouraging the natural desire to slide in and out.

The hunter continued to lap and toy with the criminal’s candy-sweet erection. He urged the slight hips back and forth across his chest. His hands worked their way gradually lower, sliding into the pants and pushing the fabric down. The clothing resisted the path firmly.

The criminal moaned at the delirium enveloping him. His lust broke past the point of restraint and he groaned into the darkness as the hunter sucked deeper and nibbled at the base of his erection. “If you keep that up… I’m going to… god damn it…”

The hunter grinned grinding his teeth a little harder and swathing his tongue around the blood-filled member rolling in his mouth.

The criminal gave an embarrassed squeak as he erupted and filled the hunter’s mouth in s few quick shots and sighed from the relief and pleasure. “Oh dammit… sorry.. I’m sorry…”

“You taste delicious,” The man pulled his mouth away, creating a small whimper from his lover. He licked at the sticky juices covering his mouth before he said, “I’m going to turn you onto your back now.”

The criminal sighed, limp and pliant as his captor, his lover, rolled his onto his back again. “Is she still there?”

The criminal gave a half-hearted look over the man’s shoulder, knowing what his reply would be even before he looked into the darkness. “Yes… she is.”

“Hope she’s enjoying herself…” The hunter licked his lips again and reached down to unbutton his trousers. He gave the criminal’s trousers one quick yank and a few more struggling tugs before he divested the smaller man of his clothing completely.

The criminal looked up at him a moment in a whisper of fear and surprise. “Is that really necessary?”

“Is any of this?” The hunter grinned. When the captive blushed, he added. “I’m just going to rub against you here.”

The criminal sighed and opened his legs wider to the man’s assault. The heavy man lay over his body the thick hands denting the bed on either side of the criminal’s head. The man’s head and torso loomed over him, but they only touched at the pelvis. He felt the hunter’s heavy full erection slide between his legs and remain there, nearly latent as the hunter pistoned his hips up and down. The criminal gave a soft moan every time the foreign erection would caress his own. Then the hunter shifted and his massive erection was curling down. The swollen head was rubbing against the entrance to his body, pressing hard into it, slipping barely inside, and pulling out as if the contact has never happened. There was just enough pressure to be considered an accident and barely the feeling that it was not.

After one of these unasked for intrusions the criminal sighed, tossing his head against the hunter’s shoulders. “This frottage is a charade. Just do it.”

“Do what?” The hunter grinned.

The criminal shivered and whispered. “Please, you know what I want.”

“Course I do,” The hunter grinned, grinding harder and lowering his voice to a less playful more seductive growl. “Tell me anyway.”

He hugged his body closer, arching his back and resting more of his abdomen on the slight man. The movement pressed his erection hard against the criminal, driving the tip nearly inside. He whispered.” I like to here my lovers talk dirty to me. Especially the ones with the sexy accents.”

“You’re perverse,” The criminal squirmed.

“Maybe,” The hunter replied. He rubbed his body slower, allowing more of his erection to slip into the depths of his prisoner. “Now… what was it you wanted?”

“Just…” He struggled with the words. “Just… fuck me damn it!”

A bright red flush covered his face and the criminal winced as the hunter’s throaty laugh. “You’re so damned cute…”

The criminal probably had some smart reply, but the hunter suddenly rammed his entire erection into his body, so the sound was lost to the scream tearing from behind the criminal’s closed mouth. The hunter continued plowing harder and harder into the slight body using only his pelvis and still holding him upper body over the criminal, his chest and arms making a cage of muscle around the slender man.

He continued pushing harder even when his lover regained his voice and whimpered. “Oh damn… you’re tearing me apart…”

The hunter considered offering to go a little easier on his captive, but before he could muster the words to muttered the question, the man sighed again, the same plaintive moan. “Harder…”

Grunting with approval at his lover’s reply, the hunter relaxed his arms to curl under the criminal’s back. He kept his grip on the man’s pelvis keeping then joined and continuing to move inside of him as he stretched his own body back and sat on his knees. The criminal panted with need and pain trying to shift his body to alter the pressure ripping into his body but finding he was only able to squirm. When the hunter established his hearty rhythm, the criminal wasn’t even allowed that; the hunter shifted one beneath his lover’s back to arch his back farther up and used the other to push down against the slight man’s chest, locking him against the bed. The criminal moaned, refused any movement, and deeply aroused by his lover’s immobility, the hunter continued to beat the entrance of his captive’s body.

The criminal whimpered and tried to grip the hunter’s arms but found his fingers too weak to encircle the bulging muscles. His hands slid up and down the length of his lover’s arms as the man writhed. Deeper, faster, impassion, fervent, frantic, the hunter continued to completely dominate his body, but the man’s dominance of the criminal’s attention was never quite complete. Every thrust lead the criminal closer to his own climax and the nearer that ecstasy the less and less aware he was that the hunter existed. Soon the sensation of entrapping hands, merely became a weight on his chest and a pain in his back. The pulsing of the hunter’s powerful hips became merely a memory, a mimicry of the rhythmic pulsing of his own hips. The erection straining inside of him, stretching, scratching, poking his body, was merely the pressure of his own rising explosion building in some recess of his body that no one could touch.

The instant when the sensations separated again was a blissful eruption than made the criminal sing out in a groan. The hunter continued grunting and churning inside of him, but the criminal sighed into another world, knowing only the bursting of his aching erection, the splashing of his own semen against his chest, and the relief flooding over his body, burying his bones in the molten fire of his passion.

His lust continued to kindle until the hunter suddenly pulled away from his body and dropped his passive form onto the bed. The hunter raised himself off his calves straightening his body and towering over the man melting into the bed below him. The criminal watched with the intense interest of a detached observer as the hunter’s hand flashed over his own erection, masturbating over the slender body sprawled around him. The hunter came when he felt the delicateness of the criminal’s hand on his thigh and he exploded his pent up lust across the young man below him.

The criminal exhaled a short impressed sigh, when he saw the puddles forming on his chest and stomach from his lover’s powerful ejaculation. “Wow… someone’s got a lot to give.”

“I just wanted to make sure you knew just how much was going up your ass next time,” The hunter grumbled in reply, continuing to nurse his erection and groaning at the sensations rumbling through his mountainous body.

The criminal seemed surprised by the sentiment, but said nothing, still too fascinated by the hunter’s actions as the man slowly continued stroking his spent erection. He waited until the hunter heaved a heavy sigh and sat back on his knees again to shift his legs back to his side of the bed. He began to carefully ease himself higher on the bed, towards the pillows and away from the hunter, and he only stopped when the man returned his hand to his waist. He noticed that the man’s broad hand was nearly enough to cover his abdomen and he stilled instantly.

The hunter glared into his lover’s eyes and then slowly bent towards the man’s body. The criminal shuddered at the sensation when the man’s wide tongue began to lap at the juices covering his body. He tried to even out his breathing as the man’s tongue flattened over his muscles and stirred him again. The hunter licked his lips satisfied by the taste of his own come mingled with his captive’s. He held the man until he had sucked away every drop and only then did he heave back again and gesture dismissively. “Get dressed and go to sleep. We’ll still be leaving early tomorrow morning.”

The criminal watched the man leave his bed, aware that they were both still half-hard. He smirked, replaying the events backwards and suddenly remembering the beginning. “She was never there was she? The assassin, I mean.”

The hunter stretched his broad shoulders back, displaying his broad chest. “So you were lying when you said you saw her? I thought as much.”

The criminal shifted on the bed trying to sit up but then didn’t bother for the delightful pain in his lower body was still too present. “So she was there?”

“You keep wondering,” The hunter grinned. “But don’t let it keep you awake for too long. You and I have a nice long train ride tomorrow and we get our own private booth.”

The criminal shivered when the hunter leaned close on the bed, his body so much larger and his breath so close as he threatened, promised, comforted. “And I plan on keeping you awfully busy.”