Mirror, Mirror

Sahar smiled at the other and tilted his head. “You’re quite a flirty little thing aren’t you?” He smiled and placed his hands on the other’s waist. "I want to hire you, of course, but perhaps you’d allow me to take you out first?”

“I’m only small in stature,” The boy grinned. “Hire me? Why? What makes you think I wouldn’t just fuck you for fun? A date? Really? Me? Uh, sure if you want to, that’s kind of a little left-field but sure.”

The idea of exploring all of Lark’s kinks and fantasies and hidden desires was so exciting to Copper, and he couldn’t wait to learn more about what turned the man on and use it to make him feel amazing.  “Oh don’t worry, you’re going to see what drives me wild too,” Copper assured Lark, grinning at him before stealing another kiss.  He wasn’t sure just how dirty he could be with Lark, but it wasn’t long before he figured it out based on what Lark was saying to him, and fuck if that didn’t make Copper’s already hard dick even harder.  “You want all of that?” Copper asked.  “That’s so fucking filthy and hot.”  He wasn’t sure if he wanted to fuck Lark in public like that, but he supposed he wouldn’t rule it out either.  Right now though, it was enough to know that Lark was into that sort of thing.  “You’d like an audience, would you?” Copper asked.  Yeah, Copper could tell that the man was into some dirty things, and he was looking forward to figuring out just how dirty.

Even though Copper already knew the answer, he liked hearing Lark confirm that he loved those things.  When Lark kissed the parts of him he loved and sucked on his nipples, Copper moaned loudly, his hand on the back of Lark’s head, fingers in his hair.  “For as long as I want?” Copper asked, and while the idea excited him, it made him a little anxious because Copper worried what would happen if Lark got too attached to him - or if Copper got too attached to Lark.  Copper didn’t want anyone to rely on him because Copper couldn’t even rely on himself.  But he was loving every moment of this, especially the way that Lark called him daddy.  So Copper just focused on what was making him feel good, and that included making Lark feel good.  He could taste Lark dripping precum onto his tongue, and that made him moan around the other man’s dick.  With one hand he reached down to stroke himself while he had the fingers of his other hand in Lark’s mouth.  Once they were nice and slick, Copper brought both hands up to Lark’s firm ass, squeezing it, and then he spread the man’s cheeks apart and rubbed his slick fingers against Lark’s hole, sliding his first digit in.  “Fuck, you’re tight,” Copper said, pulling off of the man’s cock.  He stood up, kissing Lark passionately, never pulling his fingers out of the man’s hole.

Lark had never wanted something as much as he wanted this, as if a fire was lit inside him where only embers once flickered. He had been a dim flame, but now he was a blazing wildfire reminiscent of an inferno. “Good, because I want to know every little bit of what makes you cum and what makes you happy.” The idea of making Copper cum, and making him hard already had him fully erect, and the simple thought of pleasing each other was more than enough to entice Lark. “I want all of that, but only with you,” he mentioned, smiling after the brush of lips and the skin on skin contact. “I’d like the whole world to know how good it feels to have your cock inside me and your arms around me. That they can’t make me feel like that, not like you can, and they’ll never know.” He mused. 

“For as long as you want,” he repeated letting Copper know that he was his, and that nothing could truly change that, even if they were getting to know each other. Lark’s attachment was already something he could feel happening, and although it was worrisome he wasn’t able to think on that as everything felt so good and right. Lark’s cock throbbed and spilled pre on the man’s tongue, his own moans filling the room as ringers were now teasing his hole. Lark loved that Copper was so hairy, he couldn’t wait to set himself on the man’s chest and sleep hugging that muscular frame. As his hole was played with he wriggled in pleasure, as his mouth parted and he mewled. “You’d be surprised at how tight I really am once you’re finally inside me,” he giggled, lips crashing onto Copper’s as he continued his symphony of moans. The man finger fucking him as he prepped him for his giant cock. “Copper, I need you to cum inside me,”

Nevada snorted and rolled his eyes. “I have no trouble at all, thank you,” he mused. “I was going to be nice and offer to bake you a cake since no one ever did it for you,” he shrugged, “–but since you don’t celebrate it, I guess it doesn’t matter. At least, you’re getting a taste of cake now. Have you ate any other sweets?” He asked curiously, “Or, have you been sheltered your whole life?” he teased.

“Just saying if you needed a little help old man, I’m sure I can talk to my boss into starting a home for you oldies.” Lark mused teasingly. “You were? Why would you do that, you don’t know me,” the thought perplexed him and he didn’t really know how to respond to something like that. “Guess I’ll never taste your cake then,” he shrugged. “Just call me Annie, except without the rich man trying to buy me everything. I’ve had some sweets, mostly just candy, but baked goods were usually too expensive for me.”

The inside John’s store Rusty Nail was full of marvelous things made from welded metal and delicate blown glass. He had the lights off so he could set the mood with fake candles and expertly placed lights to cast shadows and warmth around the myriad assortment of moving sculptures and beautiful glassware. Everything was a little pricey only because John busted his ass and spent days crafting each piece or set of unique implements. The cowboy from Texas was struggling to get used to the island life, but it wasn’t all bad. Though, he did have to clean salt and sand out of the rotating pieces every day, which was what he was doing when he sensed someone approaching.

“Welcome,” he said as he fixed the black hat on his head. “How may I be of service, darlin’?”

Lark was trying something out for the first time, and that was trying to get someone a gift. Rusty Nails seemed like a perfect place for it, but only after someone explained to the clueless boy that it wasn’t a nail salon. Clearly life in new york made him think anything with the word nails had to do with that art. As he stepped inside his eyes caught to the darkness, dimly illuminated by the fake candles, and it felt romantic, almost like lady and the tramp. 

Smiling over at the other man, he shyly approached him not knowing what to do. “Um, yeah I was looking for a gift, two actually. You got anything that could mean thanks for taking care of me. There’s just these two guys who’ve been really nice to me and I just wanted to give them a thanks. Cause I know I’m more trouble than I’m worth, and price doesn’t matter.” He added honestly. 

His eyes raked over the pieces, inspecting and smiling at each one his eyes fell one. “Whoever does this is seriously passionate about his work.”

Cade wasn’t going to have any of it, but he let the other say his peace. Wrapping his arms around Lark and making sure that Lark felt comfortable and safe, holding him on his lap now. He slid his hands to Lark’s hips, just holding the young smaller man on him, he smiled, “I missed our talks too, Lark.” He said matter of fact, leaning up now, he slowly kissed Lark. His head tilting as he let himself just feel the young man kiss him slowly in return, when they pulled back, he pet his fingers through Lark’s hair, looking into his eyes. 

“I am glad Tamsen patched you up, though no one should have had to patch you up.” He said and shrugged a little bit, his hands moving down Lark’s hips, to caress his thighs as he just felt the warmth of having Lark on his lap, “I mean the world to you? Hmmm? I am just some idiot who likes to take care of people, I’m glad you feel comfortable and safe here, that’s all I want for my boys.” 

He chuckled a little bit, “You’re not wrong though, I am quite angry a lot of the time, good call. Though I think I do a pretty good job not being angry with any of you, I try to be a good person. I wasn’t…well let’s just say I wasn’t raised to be a good man. I was raised to be a very different man.” 

Lark knew how strongly the man felt, his need to protect and secure boys like him was something that was just in his nature. Cade made a lot to Lark made him feel warmth and succor, made him feel what it’s like to have a home when he was out in the streets, and even now the man’s arms around him provided that same feeling of safety. He always loved the way his hands felt on him, his lean muscular frame still felt small compared to the man’s. “Then we should have more of em’” he spoke up, feeling the brush of lips and how slow and tentative it was, how lark moaned against his mouth and how he truly just wanted more.

“He’s nice, his scruff is really cute,” Lark mentioned before sadly smiling at Cade. “You do, and well I guess I must love this one idiot because he took me in and gave me something I never had.” He spoke plainly and clearly as he pecked Cade’s lips. “Still, I want to be one of your favorite boys, I don’t really care about any sort of privilege, I just want to know that you like me that much.”

He chuckled shaking his head at the man. “You are a good person, it’s in your nature. Regardless of how you were raised, you are a good man, Cade.” Lark said trying to reassure the man. “I wouldn’t let just anybody cum inside me, just the best of the best,” he teased as he pressed a kiss to Cade’s forehead. “Speaking of that,” he grinned.

“Yes, it is a little weird,” he mused. “You can call me Tam, though.” It was hard to find apartment #707. Tamsen turned to Lark, “Keys?” He questioned and unlocked the door after they were handed to him. The apartment was no different from his; it was easy to guide Lark down the hall to the bathroom to look for any medical supplies. He found a washcloth to clean up the cut on his lip, disinfecting it afterward. Tamsen had disappeared to the kitchen to get a bag of ice before returning and gently pressing it to the bruised cheek. “So,” Tamsen began, “I know you didn’t get this from falling down, but I’m not going to force you to tell me who did this, but I will suggest that it’s best to come clean about it. That way, whoever did do this, doesn’t have the chance to do it again to you, or to anyone else.”

“Fits you though, little weird, but it makes you interesting.” Lark said without skipping a beat, looking over the other from his peripheral. “That’s assuming we do hang out again,” he teased, before handing the man his keys. Lark’s place was certainly a step up from his old trailer home, and then the rundown apartment he had, before he was pretty much homeless. This was better than anything he ever had, but it wasn’t really home, it still felt empty. “You didn’t have to do all this you know,” Lark said as he held the hand that pressed a bag of ice to his cheek, looking up at Tamsen with sad blue eyes. “It was a guy who rented me, he was more than past a few drinks, and I guess I must’ve said or done something that made him mad, and this happened. It...It was my fault really, I should’ve just gotten out once I saw he was drunk.” His voice shook from the fear and nerves that reflected in his eyes, his hand still gripping Tamsen’s. “I don’t wanna be kicked out cause of this, I’m fine this was just silly.”

“I can’t help it,” Tamsen shrugged with a chuckle, “It comes naturally.” He moved towards the elevator, letting it lift them to the seventh floor. “I’m Tamsen,” he introduced, pushing out into the hallway. “What apartment is yours?” he questioned. Tamsen quirked a brow as he peered over at Lark. “Well, let’s get you fixed up and maybe, you can try kissing me somewhere else.” He mused.

“Such humility,” Lark laughed. “707,” the boy mentioned as he pressed forward, keeping a hand on Tamsen’s sleeve. “Tamsen, weird name, Guess I shouldn’t be saying anything since I’m named after a fucking bird,” he giggled. “So you’re saying I should try,” he grinned, “Alright will do.”

Hearing Lark say that this was what he really wanted was music to Copper’s ears because he wanted it too.  Fuck, did he want it.  Lark was so fucking sexy, but more than that, Copper wanted to share this intimate pleasure with the man.  In his life of work, Copper imagined there wasn’t a lot of intimacy.  Sure, there was sex, but sex and intimacy were not the same thing and didn’t always coincide.  But Copper wanted this encounter - and any future encounters between the two men - to have both.  But that didn’t mean this had to be pure and tender - it could be dirty and wild too, if that was the way their moods went.  “Every kink and fantasy?” Copper mused, a smirk on his face.  “Why don’t you tell me more about that, baby?”  Now he had all these dirty thoughts in his head, all these things he wanted to do with the smaller man, and Copper kissed him hungrily as he imagined doing all of them, his hands gripping the ass he’d soon be fucking.

Noticing Lark’s tattoo, Copper leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to it, trailing more up his neck, squeezing the man’s ass at the same time.  “You like these biceps and pecs?” Copper asked, grinning and kissing Lark yet again; he didn’t imagine that was something he would grow tired of any time soon.  “What else do you like about me?” he questioned.  Laughing, Copper nodded, saying, “I can definitely be silly, that’s for sure.  I’m secretly just a giant nerd in a jock’s body, don’t you know.”  He continued watching Lark as the man sucked on his dick, moaning more loudly now.  “You’re probably really popular with a mouth like that,” Copper muttered, hand brushing gently through Lark’s soft hair before moving down to cup his cheek tenderly.  “But tonight that mouth - and all the rest of you - is all mine, right baby?”  As good as it felt having Lark sucking his dick, Copper pulled the man to his feet and kissed him ravenously.  They hadn’t left the foyer yet, so Copper picked Lark up easily and carried him into the living room.  He finally removed Lark’s pants, which he’d been wanting to do for awhile now, revealing his hard cock and amazing ass.  “Holy shit, your ass is fucking perfect,” Copper said, totally mesmerized by Lark’s naked form.  Yeah, he was definitely one of the more popular rent boys, Copper knew that for sure.  “Time for me to return the favor,” Copper told Lark.  Kneeling down in front of the man, Copper enveloped Lark’s dick in his mouth and swallowed him down swiftly, burying the man’s full length down his throat; Lark wasn’t the only one who’d had practice doing this.  Both hands on Lark’s hips, Copper pulled him close and continued to deep throat his dick, bobbing up and down on it.  A moment later, he brought his hand up to Lark’s mouth, running his thumb over the boy’s lips before letting him suck on his fingers.  They were going to need to be slick for what Copper wanted to do while sucking the man off.

They wanted it each other more than they could ever put into words, and this connection brought about by unspeakable pain would somehow find a way to bring them light. They might’ve not known it but they needed each other, needed each other’s warmth and succor, the way their lips melted and made them insatiable. Lark had never felt like that before, and he couldn’t explain why he hadn’t,  only that he wanted more of Copper, and he wasn’t about to let him go. For all the time he was going to live in the Riviera, he was going to make sure most of it was spent with this man, be it sex, talks, or anything in between. “Every single one, I’ll make sure to show you mine as long as you show me yours,” he giggled. “Right now, I want you to fuck me bareback, keep me full of cum until I’m leaking, and then fill me up again. I want you to fuck me in public, possibly tie me up and fuck me senseless where all eyes can see.” he grinned. 

The moment he felt the kiss, he was completely and utterly enamored with Copper, looking up at him as his hand caressed his features. “Love em’” he giggled as he went ahead to grasp and touch those very things. “I like your hair, your eyes, your lips, your cock, your ass, everything. You’re stunning Copper, and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it, and I adore your smile, and the way you seem to want to look out for me, meaning your heart.” The boy mused as he kissed most of the parts mentioned, coming up to suck on Copper’s nipple, letting his tongue trace circles on it. “Giant nerd in jock’s body, I think I’m in love.” The boy laughed as he shook his head the other man. As lark worked on Copper’s cock, he hummed in response at everything the man was saying, focusing on making sure more of those sounds could be heard. They were music to his ears, and he was getting eager and anxious to have Copper inside of him already. “Not just tonight, they’re going to be yours for as long as you want them, daddy.” he mused. As Copper felt his ass, he giggled, loving the way the man appreciated his body. “Fuck,” he didn’t really expect to receive such a blowjob, sure men hyped themselves up when it came to their skill, but Copper was truly an expert with his mouth, and it didn’t take long for Lark’s cock to already be dripping pre onto the male’s tongue. Lark gladly sucked on Copper’s fingers, knowing exactly what he’d use them for later.

Cade stared as the other explained, still holding onto his face. He shook his head, this boy had been through so much. He had seen him at his lowest on the street, he had seen him smile and he was going to make sure his life here was safe. He swallowed, “I will contact security. I will handle it. Nobody hurts you on my island. Period.” He said matter of fact, lowering his tone some, making sure that Lark knew he wasn’t willing to discuss it. When he flexed, he reached out and squeezed his arm.

“You’re going to learn someday that I literally will always worry my head over boys like you, that is who I am as a person.” He narrowed his eyes, rubbing the hand still on his face over his chin, “Sorry I wasn’t here when it happened, I left town…well I had something personal to take care of, but I am here now.” He said with a nod to the boy at his side. 

Reaching over, he grabbed Lark by the hips and pulled him onto his lap, so that Lark was facing him directly, reaching up to pet his hand through his hair, “Did you go to medical? Have it looked at?” He asked with a concerned look, “I will take you tomorrow if not, but tonight you’re staying with me. I’ll do my best not to be anything but sweet, because I have been…off being myself recently.” 

Lark didn’t think it should’ve been made a fuss, not about him, but if it had been someone else then he would’ve understood Cade’s actions. Leaning into his touch he looked at the other and saw only concern and caring reflected back in those eyes of his. “Cade,” he mumbled as he softly pressed his lips on the mans, almost thanking him for taking care of him like this. “I didn’t want such a fuss over something so silly, but thank you.” He blinked a few times knowing Cade didn’t want any sort of discussion on the matter as it was a done deal.

“Boys like me?” He didn’t understand what that meant or could have meant in that moment. Did Cade mean rent boys, or broken ones that looked like kicked puppies? Shaking his had Lark caressed the man’s features. “But you’re here now and it’s all that matters. I’ve missed you Cade, I missed our talks, even if sometimes we did anything but talk, and I’m not sure I can do that with you leg like this.”

Being on his lap felt familiar, as an almost comfortable warmth washed over him. “I like it when you put me on your lap,” he mused. “Tamsen patched me up when he found me walking back to the flats.” he explained. “You have a lot of anger and sadness in you too, and it’s okay. Let me take care of it Cade. You mean the world to me, you know that.”

Sahar smiled at the other and nodded his head. “Sounds good to me.” He raised his eyebrows at the other and raised his eyebrows. “Badly. You’re an absolute beauty if you don’t mind me saying.” He leaned down and slowly kissed the other, humming against his lips.

“I definitely do not mind, but I really want you doing a lot more than just saying it,” Lark mused as he kissed, letting his hand roam across the man’s chest. “You’ve got really nice lips, and I wonder what else about you feels nice on my lips.”

Tamsen grinned and reached up to brush a hand over his stubble, wiggling his brows at Lark. “Not pretty?” he scoffed, shaking his head. “You’re very pretty– what’s your name?” He asked curiously. “How long have you been on the island?” Tamsen punched the code into the main door for the building before pulling it open and guiding them inside. “What floor?”

“You really need to stop being so cute before I swoon over you.” lark said teasingly, finally able to laugh with the man. Even under this light his cheeks were colored pink, feeling a weight in his heart at being called pretty. “Lark,” he replied as he was guided inside by Tamsen. “Seven. I asked for because I like the number. Don’t know why I just do, and I know it’s pretty stupid to say that.” he grinned. Looking at Tamsen, he leaned up, pressing his lips to the man’s cheek. “That’s for calling me pretty. Would’ve kissed you somewhere else but, my lips are kinda...y’know. doubt you’d kiss them like this.”

“How can you not remember your birthday– you should have your ID,” Nevada mused. He remembers getting a fake ID back when he was 19 in order to purchase alcohol for himself. That was until his grandma found out and nearly had his hide. “I’m fine,” Nev croaked, shaking his head and gestured to the bartender for a drink. Nevada was ten years older than Lark and never had been with anyone five years younger than him. It was only his preference. “when’s your birthday?” 

“I know when it’s supposed to be around but since I haven’t celebrated it in years I just tend to skip over it.” The boy shrugged. “You sure, cause you look like you have a bit of trouble swallowing. Not a good candidate for companion duties.” Lark said as he teased the older man. “why does it matter? i’m not gonna celebrate it, since the new year passed i’ll just say i’m 25.”

Sahar smiled at the other and reached out, his fingers gently running along the other’s wrist. “Well if you’d like to show me those kinds of things you could do that aren’t PG. Might be a lot of fun.” He winked at the other teasingly.

“Let’s get started then, shall we?” Lark smirked as he sat on Sahar’s lap, hands slowly exploring the man’s body. As his lips found the other’s neck. “How badly do you want to fuck me?”

The way that Lark shivered and moaned in response to his touch was turning Copper on like nothing else.  And apparently when it came to Lark, it didn’t take much because even just being pressed up against Lark was enough to drive Copper wild.  If it felt this good just making out with skin against skin, he could only imagine how it was going to feel when they did more.  And they were going to do more.  If there had been any doubt of that, Lark’s actions and words made it clear what was going to happen.  Even so, he asked, “Are you sure that’s what you want?  You don’t have to say that just because that’s what I want to hear.”  Chuckling, Copper admitted, “I mean, it is, but I hope it’s what you want to.”  Hopefully Lark wasn’t just focused on what Copper might want and was thinking about what he wanted as well.  Like Copper kept telling him, Lark wasn’t just some sex toy to use and toss aside when he was finished.

Smirking, Copper retorted, “So you’re going to have sex with the jolly green giant?  Is that some sort of secret fantasy of yours?”  Copper knew he’d never be able to look at the jolly green giant the same way again, that was for sure.  "Well you are small and cute,“ Copper replied, grinning down at Lark, a smile that grew when the smaller man said he felt safe with Copper.  "You like having a big strong man to protect you?” he asked Lark playfully.  Then more seriously, Copper said, “You are though, safe I mean.  With me.”  Already Copper thought of Lark as a friend, and he was protective of the people he cared about.  "You must not have met many men,“ Copper shot back jokingly, and then he said, "Thank you though.  You’re pretty beautiful yourself, especially with my cock in your mouth.”  As he watched Lark sucking his dick, Copper said, “Yeah, definitely fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth, no question.”  Then he asked, “You like when it’s me?  When I say stuff like that?”  What had Lark meant by that?

Lark was Persephone, a flower maiden that came with darkness attached, a mark of death that had shaped his life entirely. Copper was Hades, dark and brooding, a man shrouded in harrowing sorrow, but somehow these two, made sense, found each other in the abyss and promised to be homes for one another. Even in broken, even if the foundation was shaky, they were home. Languid strokes and soft moan, and Lark was entirely enticed by Copper, feeling his hot and heavy chest pressed against him as calloused fingers gripped his curves. “I know,” he mused. “It’s what I want, and what I need from you, so, please? I know I’m no sex toy, not to you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to explore every kink and fantasy with me, because I do.” Stealing a hungry kiss, he let their tongues collide and felt the heat only grow to a fever pitch as his cock throbbed for attention.

“Stranger things have happened,” Lark giggled, finding it hilarious how Copper now questioned it. The man was truly something else, something special that he had never seen before in a person. “Small and cute, and tiny but mighty, like my tattoo says.” the boy grinned as just on his collar the world inked his skin. “I do, especially with these biceps and these pecs, makes me feel all warm inside and safe.” Lark laughed, before it all turned more serious, sweeter as Copper spoke. Lark’s digits found the male’s features as he gently caressed them, a smile ghosting over his lips. “I know, and I like being here, in your arms, with you.” the boy admitted before barking a laugh. “Aren’t you quite the comedian,” the boy giggled, pecking his lips gently. “I like that about you, you can be cute and silly, and also ridiculously hot.” Lark’s tongue wrapped around the man’s cock, sucking vigorously as spit pooled at the sides of his mouth from the girth taking over all the space. He moaned as Copper said he looked beautiful, smiling through his eyes. “If it was someone else they would just say it to say something, but you mean every word you say. It’s sweet, and I really enjoy when those words come from you, it makes it better. If someone else said it, it just wouldn’t be the same, you’re different to me, special, and I can’t wait till you pump me full of cum.”