Free Two Spirits by Jory Strong

Tenino moaned, thrust.
    Need tangled with desperation and hope, and
maintaining control was already ancient history. He panted,
shuddered. Said Trey's name as he fucked through a fisted hand and
yeah, anyone listening might just say it sounded like he was
begging.
    His hips bucked. His thighs bunched. He
tried to draw it out but Trey made it impossible.
    Trey's lips and tongue seared him. Drove him
into a frenzy that could only end one way.
    Tenino shouted as he came. Hot waves of
ecstasy shot through him as jets of semen erupted, leaving him
lightheaded, swaying, his heart thundering and his fingers clenched
mercilessly in Trey's hair.
    "Damn." He wished he could do better but he
couldn't. He was lucky to manage the one word.
    Trey's hot mouth left him and only pride
kept Tenino from whimpering, or worse, passing out from the
pleasure still resonating through him.
    "Damn, you're good," he said, managing a
grin as Trey stood, face flushed, blue eyes holding a knowledge and
a confidence they hadn't when he'd stepped into the sheriff's
office yesterday and Trey'd been doing his best to disappear into
the heavy black jacket.
    Shy? Hell no, guy had just been a virgin,
that's all. And still was, at least when it came to his ass.
    Time to change that . He pulled Trey
forward, captured the lips that had just blown him away and tasted
himself.
    Instant hard-on. The guy was more potent
than a cocktail of Viagra.
    He guided Trey to the bed and said, "Get rid
of the shirts."
    And fuck if Trey didn't take his time
unbuttoning, shrugging out of the long-sleeved shirt then slowly
peeling the tee over ripped abs and a broad chest. Talk about
solicitation…
    Tenino slid the handcuffs from his back
pocket. Watched Trey's lips part and his pupils dilate.
    His own cock bobbed, pulling away from his
abs and trying to get back to Trey's mouth. Not happening he
told it. Putting you to a different use.
    He locked the cuffs around Trey's wrists.
Said, "Lie down. Hands above your head." He would have gone off
again, or gone down on Trey if Trey had lost the sweats.
    He improvised, used an athletic sock to
secure Trey's bound hands to the headboard, and had to put a
strangle hold on his own dick. Why had he thought cuffing and
tethering Trey was a good idea? Because damn, the sight of Trey
helpless was probably a lot like that very first use of meth for
someone who'd then spend a lifetime never being able to shake the
habit.
    Tenino jerked Trey's sweats down and off,
would have come at the tremor of want that went through Trey and
the I need this more than I've ever needed anything in my
life look in his eyes if he didn't have a death grip on his own
dick.
    Fuck, Trey just did it for him and there was
no getting around that fact, not that he had any desire to. He
stripped out of his shirt, kicked off his shoes and pushed the
jeans down and off, and yeah, having Trey's eyes on him made him
want to flex his muscles.
    He opened the nightstand drawer, pulled out
a condom and the lubricant. Grinned at the way Trey's breath caught
and his ass tightened defensively.
    They'd get to that, but first… He dropped
the rubber and the lube on the stand and rubbed his fingertips over
Trey's nipple.
    Trey moaned, the flush across his cheekbones
darkening, his hips jerking off the mattress and the tip of his
cock glistening with arousal.
    "Can we just say I've already done the
begging?"
    Could they?
    He put a knee on the mattress. Swept his
hand downward, over Trey's taut abs. He claimed Trey's cock, loved
the way it throbbed against his palm and leaked.
    Part of him wanted to lean down, suck it
into his mouth and reduce Trey to begging. But the part of him
that'd cuffed Trey to the bed was after something else—complete and
total submission, complete and total acceptance along with an
admission that this wasn't casual or pure experimentation.
    Yeah, he'd enjoyed letting Trey fuck him and
they'd revisit the scenario again—maybe often because he was
finding he