***
One step over the edge
2001 Angelia Sparrow
***
"You were not very damn funny up there on the cliff."
"I'm sorry, AJ." Rick
knew better than to argue. His little
brother had just risked
life, limb and the wrath of Uncle Sam for
him. Again.
AJ's voice was deadly as
he paced in closer, eyes burning with fury.
"I threatened a member of
the NSA for you. I faced a machine-gun
disguised as Charlie McCarthy
for you. I beat four members of the
KGB for you. I got
a nasty call from the neighbors, and have to buy
new sheets because of you.
And all you can say is 'sorry?' I don't
think that's quite good
enough." He grabbed the rope that still
dangled from Rick's wrist.
"Call the girl on the ledge payback if
you want, but there isn't
enough payback for you scaring me like that.
You really want to die so
badly, Rick?"
"No, I don't want to die at all."
"Could have fooled me."
He was busily stripping the clothes
from his older brother.
"You're mine, and I will not let you go.
Maybe you need another demonstration
of that. Get undressed."
Rick wasn't sure he wanted
to, given AJ's current temper, but
decided it was safer to
play along. AJ had undone the rope, but
seemed absorbed in knotting
it.
"All the way," came the order
as he stood in hat and black briefs.
"On the bed," AJ said absently,
jerking his head toward the hotel
bed. Rick lay back
and waited.
Finally satisfied with his
handiwork, AJ came to the bed. He knelt,
fully dressed, over his
brother, pinning him down with his weight.
"Richard Lawrence Simon,
next time you decide you want to taste
death, all you have to do
is ask!"
A fierce mouth swept down,
plundering, demanding, taking. Rick
yielded to it, and felt
something slide over his head. A rope
tightened on his throat.
He opened his eyes when AJ let him up.
A noose circled his throat,
no tighter than a necktie. AJ held
the free end. "Since
you seemed so eager for it up on the cliff, I
think you need to know exactly
what you're playing with."
Shadows crossed Rick's face.
"I do know, kid. That's why it
doesn't scare me anymore.
After a point--"
"Shut up." AJ kissed
him again, hard. He felt his lip split under
the biting brutality of
the kiss. "You promised you'd come back.
But some part of you is
still in that stinking jungle, and thinks
this is all a dream.
And since you can't die in your dreams, you do
stupid stuff. You
are mine, and you don't get to die until I
say you can!"
"AJ, don't do this. You really don't want to cross this line."
"Oh I do. You have
no idea how much I want this." He tightened the
noose just a little.
"I'm just going to take you into a little
darkness, not all the way
down. I'll never take you all the way
until you ask."
"AJ."
"I said, shut up. How
can you learn anything if your mouth is
going?" He pulled
it a little tighter and listened as Rick's
breathing became labored.
"Now, a little reinforcement of the
lesson."
AJ moved forward and unzipped
his pants. "You can breathe enough
to suck me." Rick
obliged, the blood tingling in his lips as he
strained for oxygen.
His beloved brother, partner, lover had become
a cold-eyed executioner,
and he was afraid.
Once he felt he was adequately
wet, AJ shoved Rick's legs up
to his chest and entered
him with no other preparation. "Mine!"
he insisted possessively.
It hurt. AJ had never
hurt him before, and this was an ugly first.
The position was awkward
and he was getting nothing out of this, The
noose tightened more.
He rasped, feeling like his face was
exploding, his heartbeat
too loud in his ears accompanied by a
whooshing sound.
"I like it when you buck
like that. Too much more, and I'm going
to finish." AJ's voice
came from far away. Dimly, he realized he
couldn't breathe anymore,
and big black spots with little gold
sparkles were crowding his
vision. He was faintly aware of AJ's hand
stroking him, turning him
on. This was horrible and wonderful at
the same time. The
fear, the arousal and the light-headedness were
potent when mixed together.
AJ tightened the noose a
little more. He couldn't hear Rick breathe,
and watched as his brother
simultaneously climaxed and stopped
moving. He released
the noose, loosening it quickly, and laid his
ear on Rick's chest.
He was fine. He'd wake with a splitting
headache, but he'd wake.
Slowly, carefully, AJ took
what pleasure he could wring from the
unconscious body in his
bed.
***
"Oh, my head. Kid,
don't do that again." Rick sat up miserably.
His head throbbed like a
strobe light, and it hurt to swallow or
talk.
AJ looked up from one of
his ever-present mystery novels. "Don't
try to get yourself killed,
and I won't have to." He lounged in
one of the Sahara's big
chairs, wearing only a black satin robe.
"Come here and prove you
learned your lesson."
"AJ, I don't think I can."
Rick stood and staggered before dropping
back onto the bed.
"Crawl if you have to."
Rick cursed the day he'd let AJ get the
upper hand in this relationship.
He might have to go, but he'd do
it on his own two feet.
Carefully, the treacherous
floor tilting at unexpected angles
at just the wrong times,
he made his way across the room and stood in
front of his brother.
"Knees?" The raised
eyebrows spoke volumes. AJ was still mad at
him.
Rick dropped heavily to his
knees in front of the chair. AJ was
hard and naked under the
robe. Rick wrapped his arms around his
waist and gently kissed
the ready cock. AJ nodded, and Rick went
to work. It was exactly
the wrong angle and he gagged.
"Sloppy. You were the
one who taught me how to do this. I really
hope a second lesson won't
be necessary."
The phone rang and AJ picked
it up. He listened. and then pushed
Rick away. "Saved
by the bell. We have to go home."
He stood up and pulled Rick
to his feet before pulling his big brother
down to kiss him.
"You are mine. And nobody, not even Death, gets
to take you away."
*end*