Parlor Games

by Kate Hill

A Yummy Love short story

Dylan jerked his hands, testing the strength of the handcuffs that bound his wrists behind his back. He stood shirtless and at the mercy of the tall, smoothscalped cop in front of him. Detective Joel Tristan's long legs braced apart. By the bulge in the front of his black pants, this scenario turned him on too, in spite of how he'd griped about playing with his handcuffs. "You're not getting out of them until I decide to let you go," Joel said. His long, slender fingers began unbuttoning his shirt. He shrugged it off, baring his broad shoulders and chest and his sleek abs. The bald bastard had a body to die for. Just looking at him made Dylan's heart race and his cock swell within the confines of his pants. The handcuffs had been Dylan's idea, but at the moment he wished his hands were free so he could adjust himself or even better unzip his fly to release his desperate erection. They stood in the parlor of the apartment Dylan shared with his friend, Antjuan. Luckily Antjuan was spending the weekend in the Wicked Wild. "You plan to keep me cuffed forever?" Dylan teased, tossing his head back in an attempt to shake his long black hair from his face. Joel stepped closer and swept the dark tendrils away, then took Dylan's face in his hands. The lustful expression in his slanted blue eyes made Dylan's heart race.

"That's a temptation," Joel replied in a husky voice. He covered Dylan's mouth in a passionate kiss. His tongue thrust between Dylan's lips and Dylan's tongue met it. For several moments they engaged in the most delicious fencing match imaginable, then Joel broke the kiss. "I'll make a deal," Joel said, his voice even rougher than before. He unfastened Dylan's pants and Dylan's stiff cock practically popped into his hand. Joel stroked it, his callused palm stirring Dylan's arousal even more. "I'll take off the cuffs if you give me what I want. Can you guess what that is?" "I have an idea," Dylan breathed as Joel continued stroking him with just the right pressure and a rhythm that sent Dylan's heart beating out of control. His bare toes wriggled in the white faux fur rug and he thrust his hips against Joel's caressing hand. Dylan recalled the first time they'd met. He'd been handcuffed then too, but Joel hadn't been fondling him or kissing his neck like he was doing now. No amount of Elfin magic could enchant Dylan like this sexy cop's kisses. Joel looked tough and he had to be. Chasing supernatural criminals in Grimton City was a dangerous job and Joel took it very seriously. Yet in his personal life he had a softer side. Not everyone got to see it, and Dylan considered himself lucky to be among the few who had been welcomed inside Joel's private circle. Joel's tongue traced the shape of Dylan's ear and he took the lobe gently between his teeth and tugged. Closing his eyes, Dylan sighed with pleasure. "I like your ears," Joel said. "Nice shape." "One of the benefits of being an elf." "Do you like having your ears teased?" "Yeah," Dylan breathed, though at the moment his main focus was on Joel's hand on his shaft. If he didn't like something, he couldn't lie about it. Not to Joel. He had the gift of telling lies from the truth with a touch, which made him a valuable member of the Grimton City Police Department. Sometimes Dylan found it comforting to have a lover who knew exactly how he felt, but at other times it was irritating. Right now it was definitely a comfortable moment.

"I bet I know something else you'll like," Joel said. He slid down the elf's body, kissing his chest. His tongue left a warm, wet trail down the center of Dylan's stomach. Edging closer and closer to. . . "Let's get out of these clothes," Joel said, rising to his feet. Dylan's pulse raced with anticipation. His cock tingled with wonderful yet frustrating sensations. Joel kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. As he removed his pants, Dylan's belly clenched with desire at the sight of his steely thighs, lightly dusted with reddish hair, and best of all his thick erection, the head flushed enticingly. "Need some help?" Joel said, a grin on his slender lips. He pulled Dylan's pants down the rest of the way. The elf lifted one foot at a time so Joel could remove the pants and toss them aside. "Now in order for me to really get what I want, I need to remove the cuffs." Joel picked up his discarded trousers and removed a key. Then he picked up a container of magical lube Dylan had given him earlier, the kind that enhanced sensation in a way that made the elf shiver just from thinking about. He could scarcely wait to feel it. Standing behind Dylan, Joel removed the handcuffs and tossed them next to the candles and wine glasses on the coffee table. Most likely when their game was over, only Dylan would be enjoying the wine, though. Joel didn't drink on duty. With his free hand, he still kept the elf's wrists trapped in his grasp. Tugging Dylan close, he whispered gruffly in his ear, "I want you on this rug on your hands and knees. What do you say?" "Talk is cheap. Why don't I show you?" Chuckling, Joel released him abruptly. Glancing at him over his shoulder, Dylan sank to the floor. On all fours, his hands braced firmly apart, he wiggled his ass in invitation. Joel applied the lube, his motions tender. A smile tugged at Dylan's lips. One thing about Joel, he knew when to be rough and when to be gentle.

The elf shivered with passion as the magical lube did its work, enhancing sensation and making him sensitive and pliable. His heart pounded with anticipation when Joel knelt behind him and grasped his hips. "Come on," Dylan said. "Impatient?" "What do you think?" Joel's grip tightened on him and Dylan closed his eyes, his breath coming in pants. The door burst open and Antjuan stood, his wide eyes reflecting the shock Dylan felt. By the way Joel leapt to his feet, he was just as surprised. Even more shocking was the sight of the tall, pale-skinned man standing behind Antjuan, watching the scene with curiosity in his blue, snakelike eyes. "Wow," Antjuan said. "Sorry. We'll come back later." He and his companion stepped into the hall and closed the door. "Shit," Joel muttered, pulling on his pants. He hesitated a moment, his hand on the zipper, then he shook his head. Dylan watched with longing as Joel struggled to zip his fly. Even when the task was done, the bulge in the front of his trousers remained a symbol of their unfulfilled lust. "I knew we should have done it in the bedroom," Joel said. Dylan pulled on his pants, approached Joel and covered his mouth in a rough kiss. "Where's your sense of adventure?" Grasping Dylan's hips, Joel pulled him closer, their hard cocks teasing each other through their clothes. "Tonight I'll show you an adventure." "I can hardly wait." Dylan smiled, then reluctantly stepped from his lover's grasp. "I'd better see what's up with Antjuan." "And find out what he's doing with that snake shifter." "I thought that's what it was."

"Snake skin. Snake eyes. Human shape. What else could it be?" "You don't miss anything do you, Detective?" Dylan teased. Winking, Joel slapped Dylan's ass. "Nothing. Especially when it comes to sexy blue-eyed elves." The End Copyright 2009 Kate Hill