Part Two
The Thunder from Down Under

"I'm boneless," Jake said.

"Relax," Heath answered. "I know you don't know me from Adam, but I mean you no harm. I won't lie; I'd love to give you one, but I'd never try to make you do anything you didn't want to. By my count, I owe you three hundred and fifty dollars. You can walk away right now."

"Mmm, I don't think I can move right now."

"No worries." Heath's hand drifted down to give his imposing length a couple of languid strokes. "Mind if I take care of this?"

Jake tilted his head against the cushion, gaze veiled by long lashes. "It's your place."

Heath widened his stance and shuttled his hand up and down, his front teeth catching at his lower lip. His simmering cinnamon gaze roved over Jake's sated, supine figure, the coltish frame draped with casual elegance over the slate blue futon. The artless, innocent sensuality of the pose that was not a pose caught at Heath's heart. This American seemed genuinely unaware of his charm and there was nothing so attractive to Heath as the unawakened, no aphrodisiac like naïveté. Heath was thrilled that Jake was so open to trying new things, and a little saddened that the acquiescence might be due to desperation.

"Jake," Heath said, his dark chocolate voice dropping to an even lower register. "You know you don't have to stay, right?"

"So you said. You're kinda confusing me. It's like you want me to stay, but you keep telling me to leave."

"I want you to stay. I just don't want you to feel like you have to. I know you came here only because you need money so badly."

Jake's hand drifted down to cup his spent cock. "I came here because I need money," he agreed. "But that's not why I stayed."

Heath stopped stroking his prodigious length. "Why did you stay then?"

Jake patted the cushion next to him and Heath sat. "I'm a seeker," Jake said. "That's what I'm doing in Australia. I've been up to Cairns to the Reef and Daintree Park, over the Blue Mountains and out to Ayres Rock. I've surfed Bell's Beach and hiked out to see the aboriginal petroglyphs. I wanted to travel more in the interior, but I ran out of money."

Heath nodded. "I've got a clue now. You like to go to new places and learn about them."

"Bingo. It took me a little while, but once I got my head around the idea that sex with you was just new territory to be explored…" Jake's voice trailed off as his gaze dropped to Heath's lap. "Is it okay if I touch you?"

"Mate!" Heath threw open his arms and legs indicating his complete willingness to be touched. "Do your worst."

Jake's brows drew together in the beginnings of frown. Looking like a man trying to remember an important phone number, he gingerly put a hand on Heath's flat belly. Heath managed to tone done his reaction, but just barely. He didn't want to do anything that would startle the other man, but he couldn't suppress the shiver that ran the length of his long, supple frame. Jake looked up, as though the Australian's eyes were gauges that measured the effects of his touch. As gently as a snowflake settling to earth, Jake rested a palm against the inside of Heath's thigh. Heath's cock twitched and a bead of pre-cum formed at the tip. "Whoa," Jake breathed.

Heath chuckled nervously, his smooth veneer cracking a bit. "Unlike you, I never claimed to be straight, sport. I've been pashing on you since you walked in and if you touch my willie I'll probably go off. Just a friendly warning."

As though he'd been dared, Jake reached for Heath's arousal. His fingers just met around the circumference as he rubbed his thumb curiously over the studded foreskin. Heath shuddered, groaning at the exquisite sensation as Jake's thumb flicked across the weeping slit at the tip of his cock, smearing the slick fluid around. "I gotta tell you," Jake gave a sheepish little laugh. "It's quite a feeling to know I make you this hot."

"Does being in charge turn you on?" Heath asked.

Jake shrugged, sliding his fist down Heath's length to the thick base. "Not particularly. You?"

"At the risk of shocking you," Heath grinned. "I'm dedicated to the giving and receiving of pleasure. It's like an addiction with me."

"That's handy, considering your line of work."

"This isn't my job, sunshine, more like a hobby."

"Should I be asking about condoms?"

"Do you want me to put one on?"

Jake shook his head. He knew this was the worst kind of recklessness, but he'd never been able to back down from danger, whether it was walking alone into the favela slums of Rio de Janeiro, eating food from a street vendor in Delhi, or getting into a cab in Rome. If what he was doing was going to kill him, he considered it worth the risk. It wasn't an altogether wise philosophy, but he was only twenty-three and the moving finger of impersonal Fate had not yet underscored his mortality for him. He was still Teflon-coated, bulletproof with a big S on his chest and no idea that he had just stumbled upon his kryptonite.

"I'm trying my best not to misbehave," Heath said breathlessly, as Jake squeezed his balls like a man testing a piece of fruit for ripeness. "I'd really like to touch you as well though."

Jake shrugged again. "Knock yourself out."

"Would a kiss be too much to ask?"

"We can always give it a try. If I don't like it, I can stop. It's not like I'm a hundred pound girl you can take advantage of."

Heath ran his gazed down Jake's lean-muscled form again. "You're not lying," he said, as he sat up and put a hand on the back of the other man's neck, pulling him forward.

"On the other hand, you're no weakling," Jake said, his face inches from Heath's.

Heath stopped, feeling Jake's warm breath on his cheek. "Are you scared I'm going to fling you down and have my way with you?"

"Is that something you normally do?"

"Not bloody likely," Heath grinned. "My kink is that I can't get off if my partner doesn't."

Jake laughed softly. "So we do have something in common. Tell you the truth; it's weirding me out a little how easy this is for me. I always thought I'd puke or run if some guy tried to kiss me seriously, but that's not what I feel at all."

"Tell me."

"You have really… nice lips. They look soft like…"

"Like lips?" Heath suggested.

Jake laughed again. "Yeah, just like lips." With no further preparation or warning, Jake closed the small distance between them and covered Heath's mouth with his. He discovered that a man's lips don't feel all that different from a woman's, though it wasn't exactly the same. Following up, he leaned in, putting a hand under Heath's chin in one of his few 'moves' that had seemed to find favor with past girlfriends. Heath's lips parted in tacit invitation, but he kept his tongue to himself for now, letting Jake decide how far to take it. Feeling nothing but receptiveness in his partner, Jake moved his mouth against Heath's, running his tongue along the other man's bottom lip. Of its own volition, Heath's tongue emerged to greet the visitor enthusiastically. The tips of their tongues brushed and each felt a bone deep jolt that galvanized them into immobility for a moment before they lunged at one another in a mindless spasm of sudden lust. Jake bore Heath back against the futon, leaning in to the kiss, delving deep into the hot wet velvet of the other man's mouth. Heath joined the tender wrestling match, pulling the American even closer, wrapping him up in a full body embrace.

"Holy shit," Jake breathed as their lips parted.

"Isn't it amazing what a simple kiss can do?"

"Nothing simple about that kiss," Jake said. "What do you practice on?"

"Guys like you," Heath smiled.

"Guys like me, huh?" Jake trailed his fingers down Heath's ribs.

"Easy now, sport. You're treading on thin ice."

Jake tightened his grip a little on Heath's sides.

"Shit! Stop it!" Heath convulsed in breathless giggles. "You rotten ratbag. Stop!"

"Sure, I'll stop, as soon as you stop giving me attitude."

Heath grew still, gazing gravely at Jake. "Attitude?"

"You know what I'm talking about: that smug slightly superior I-know-something-you-don't attitude. It's incredibly irritating to be treated like an ignorant kid."

"I do that?"

"Yep."

"Well, maybe in this one area, I do know more than you."

Jake rolled his eyes. "Maybe I haven't had as much sex as you, but I have had it."

"You're a good-looking bloke; I'm sure you've done your share of fucking," Heath answered. "But I doubt you've been fucked."

"Nope, but you can help me correct that oversight, am I right?"

"You're straight, not bent, remember?"

"Maybe I've got curves."

"It's not nice to tease."

Jake took a deep breath. "I'd regret it the rest of my life if I passed up this opportunity. I'll probably never meet another guy that I feel this comfortable with… physically."

"Let's be really clear about this, sport. I'm talking about putting my willie in your bum; is that what you're picturing?"

"Um, not so much picturing it…" Jake swallowed. "Okay, I just did. Yikes. Not a very dignified pose."

"Sex and dignity are mutually exclusive terms. If you don't want to get messy, you shouldn't be on the playing field."

"Can't argue with that. So… where do we do this? Right here?"

Heath sat up and shook out the duvet folded over the back of the cushion. "Kneel on this and you can lean over the back of the futon."

Jake did as Heath said, feeling incredibly vulnerable with his back to the other man, naked as the day he was born, with his ass sticking up in the air. Heath opened a drawer in the side table and retrieved a bottle of lubricant. "I'm going to grease you up," the Australian said. "And loosen you a bit. Just do your best to relax."

Jake was thinking that this just might be a little too embarrassing after all when Heath circled a fingertip around the sensitive skin of his perineum. "Wow! That feels amazing."

"I was wondering before, when I was giving you head, if any of your girlfriends had ever touched you here."

"Neither one," Jake said. "Never really thought of it as a place… ohhhhhh, God, that feels good. But no, none of the girls I've been fortunate enough to have sex with offered to stick a finger in my butt. Now I know what I've been missing."

Heath eased his finger in to the second knuckle, caressing Jake's thighs, balls and ass with the other hand. Jake reached down and slowly stroked himself back to hardness as Heath pressed firmly against his joy buzzer. The American made a small sound of protest as the finger withdrew, but it returned almost immediately, joined by a second digit. The pressure was uncomfortable, but nothing he couldn't bear and he reminded himself to relax. Heath crossed his fingers and corkscrewed them into the tight passage. The resilient muscles yielded grudgingly but gradually and the small sounds Jake made gave Heath incentive.

"How ya goin'?" Heath asked.

"Swear to God, if you keep doing that, I'm gonna cum again."

"Told you I could make it good for you. Ready to move on to the actual screwing?"

"Yeah. Let's do it. You've got me so worked up, I'd probably agree to anything right now."

Heath paused in the act of anointing his taut arousal. "Don't say things like that, sport; you'll give me a heart attack."

Jake looked over his shoulder. "You know, your dick's a lot bigger than a couple of fingers."

"It's good size," Heath said dismissively. "Getting cold feet?"

"Not my feet I'm worried about. I know this is gonna hurt; I just wanna hear you say that it's gonna feel good eventually."

"Eventually," Heath assured him. "I don't want to sound full of myself, but my lovers call me the Thunder from Down Under."

Jake laughed. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously. Why? You think it's funny? What do your lovers call you when they cum?"

"Let's see. Well, there's Jake, they call me that a lot, and Baby, I guess, does Oh God count? Wait… I left out Raw Prawn."

Heath gave Jake a playful swat on the ass. "I was going to guess they called you On the Phone after they came."

Jake groaned. "That was a terrible."

"Then I'll leave off the attempted banter and do what I do best." Heath took himself in hand and ran the glistening head of his cock down Jake's cleft. Jake hummed a yummy noise and obligingly widened his stance when Heath nudged the inside of his thigh with a knee. The Australian gripped a firm butt cheek, fingers sinking into muscle, as he exposed the target his shaft yearned toward. "Strewth," Heath said thickly. "I was going to take my time and love every inch of you, use all the tricks in my bag, have you begging me to do this, before I did it, but I can't fucking wait to be inside you."

Jake tensed when the blunt head prodded his entrance and then it was over the threshold. He took a deep breath to beg Heath to go slow, but forward progress had already halted. Heath was fondling him with quick, light caresses that distracted him from the not inconsiderable pain of the penetration. "Breathe," Heath said, flattening his palms against Jake's diaphragm. Jake let out the breath he'd been holding and took another one. Heath's hands moved down to frame Jake's crotch, urging him to resume stroking the wilting shaft. Jake's fist began to move as Heath slid his hands up to grip the other man's slim hips. A sound like a sob broke from Jake's throat as Heath leaned forward, sinking another couple of inches before he stopped.

"I don't think I can do this," Jake panted, pressing his forehead against the cushion. "I'm not a quitter, but…"

"Hang on. I think I know what's wrong," Heath said.

"Yeah, me too. Somebody's shoving a telephone pole up my ass."

Heath pulled slowly out. "Turn around, Jazza."

"Just a second." Jake pulled up a fold of the duvet and blotted his eyes before turning.

"Trust me for just a minute," Heath said. "I thought doing it pillow-biter style would be easier for you, so you wouldn't have to see there was a guy behind you, but…"

"How could I forget with your dick tickling my tonsils?" Jake interrupted.

"You game to give it another go?"

Jake looked at Heath for a long moment before he nodded. Heath took a large pillow off the futon and put it on the glass table. "Have a lie down here," he said. "No worries about it being strong enough to hold you and it's the perfect height."

Jake was dubious, but he'd come this far and Heath had been right about everything else. Cautiously, he lowered himself to his back on the table, resting his shoulders against the cushion. Heath knelt in front of the table, lifting one of Jake's long legs to his shoulder as he pulled Jake's ass down to the edge. Seating the head of his rod, he sank into Jake as slowly as ice melting, smoother than the finest Belgian chocolate, until he had no more to give. His heavy sack lay warm and snug against Jake's cranny, and his aching length was ensconced in the sweetest berth imaginable. Jake's opening flexed on the base of the shaft that stretched it, interior muscles bearing down in an instinctive effort to expel, and the Heath's breath hissed in through his clenched teeth.

"That feels pretty good to you, huh?" Jake said in a strained voice.

"Define good," Heath groaned.

"Guess I did ask a pretty subjective question," Jake answered, saying anything to keep from focusing on the pressure that brought involuntary tears to his eyes.

"How does sublime sound?"

"Kinda gay."

Heath smacked Jake's thigh hard. "If you're just going to play the fool," he said as he began backing out. Jake shuddered, rising off the pillow, clutching at Heath's wrists as the blunt head of the pierced cock dragged across his prostate. Heath paused and pushed in a short shallow stroke. Jake moaned, sinking back down onto the table as Heath rocked into him in barely perceptible thrusts, bumping against his trigger, the silver studs intensifying the effect. "That's better," Heath murmured. "How does it feel now, Jazza?"

"Suh… sublime," Jake stuttered. "Guess you… earned… your nickname."

Heath chuckled softly. "I can do this all night, sport."

"I like it better when you… call me Jazza. Fuck that feels unreal."

"Still hurt?"

"Some, but I don't care. I've never felt… anything like it."

"It gets better." Heath rolled his hips, pushing deeper and pulling out at a new angle. Jake moaned his approval, lifting his pelvis in response. Craning his neck, Jake looked down at the point where Heath's cock entered him, his eyes burning like a man with a high fever. He reached for his resurrected erection, skating against his belly in a slick of its own making, but Heath's hand was there first. Jake yanked his back, but Heath caught hold of it and laced their fingers together. "It's okay," Heath said. "I won't think you're a poof." Jake relaxed again and let Heath hold his hand. The Australian stroked Jake's hard flesh with his free hand to the cadence set by his thrusting rod. Watching Jake's guileless face for cues, Heath varied speed, depth and force until he found a rhythm that pleased his partner.

"Oh… my… God!" Jake cried out, raising his ass from the clear tabletop and moaning loudly at each stroke. Heath wrapped his arm tighter around Jake's thigh and leaned in, the globes of his ass flexing, hips churning as he lived up to his nickname. Jake did his best to thrust, seeking greater friction as he fucked Heath's fist, any lingering inhibitions canceled out by the need to climax, to break this sweet tension and explode into a million pieces of joy. It didn't matter that he was laying on his back, spread out like a picnic, moaning like a porn star, with a guy he'd met less than an hour ago about nine inches deep in his ass. Nothing mattered right now except for the incredible waves of pleasure that built and built, each new one an order of magnitude greater than the last until he wasn't sure his body could endure any more without the flesh simply melting off his bones. His breath caught in his throat as the thick shaft drove into him again and pushed him over the edge. As his orgasm rolled through him as powerful and devastating as a tsunami, his interior muscles clamped down on the invading piston of flesh, wringing a groan of ecstasy from Heath. Pulling out of the clinging sheath, the Australian matched his quivering arousal to the other man's and pumped them together. Jake made a mewling sound as his spurting, hypersensitive length rubbed against Heath's hot, hard shaft. Heath moved a short distance away as his cock jerked and erupted, aiming the strong stream to spatter the back of Jake's thighs in a gleaming scatter of pearl. "That was unbelievable," Jake murmured, as he let his head settle back against the pillow.

Heath knelt there, clutching his spent cock, his cheek leaning against the inside of the American's knee, and watched his most recent conquest come back down to Earth. First, the haze cleared from Jake's vivid blue eyes, his breathing evened out, and then he moved restlessly, catching Heath on the side of the head with his heel as he moved his leg. Heath caught hold of his ankle in a display of superior reflex speed, and lowered Jake's foot to the floor. The Australian knew with fatalistic certainty that in ten minutes, the other young man wouldn't be able to get out of the flat quickly enough. The reality of what had he had done would hit him and he'd start rationalizing it. Turning away, Heath hitched up his trousers and went to the refrigerator. Opening the freezer, he took out a plastic bag and removed several one hundred dollar notes, twelve to be exact. It was five hundred more than they'd agreed upon, but with the footage from the camera under the glass table, Mr. Crowe's latest triple X would be the hottest thing going. The American boy in the thrall of pleasure was so compelling a sight that Heath had nearly forgotten the money shot. With this video playing on the big screens in his clubs down on Oxford Street he'd be able to fleece the patrons even more easily.

"Mind if I get a glass of water?"

Heath spun around as Jake padded into the kitchen. "You always walk around starkers?"

"I'm hot."

"Too right!"

Jake grinned, a new grin with a soft edge of shyness, not the brash, blinding white billboard for the American Dental Association he'd been flashing earlier. "Didn't mean to sneak up on you. I can go back and wait for you."

"Don't be daft, sport," Heath tossed Jake a cold bottle of water. "And here's your money."

Jake stared at the stack of bills for a moment before taking it. "Cold cash," he said lamely. "Why so much? You only owe me three fifty by my count."

"You've got something against a bonus?"

"Nope. Can you believe I almost forgot about the money?"

"I'll take that as a compliment. Can I use you as a reference?"

Jake reacted to Heath's cool tone. "So… I guess I should go."

"Wish it were otherwise, but my day isn't over yet."

"Right. I'll get dressed then. Do you know a cheap place around here where I won't get ripped off or assaulted?"

Heath gave Jake directions to a decent hostel, watched him pull on his clothes and walk out his door. He had the strong urge to run after the American and tell him the cameras were voice actuated and had been filming since he entered the flat. He wanted to tell Jake that he'd erased all the footage and hear Jake say he forgave him. He wished he could leave here and go some place with Jake where they didn't owe anybody anything and they could be together for as long as they wanted. However, he knew that he would do none of those things because he preferred his handsome hide intact, and guys like Crowe were apt to take what you owed them in flesh if you couldn't come up with the cash. Knowing he'd regret it, Heath went to the window and watched Jake stride away down the street, as fresh and beautiful as the first morning of the world, as he walked out of Heath's life taking Heath's heart with him.

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