Crimes of the Heart

It was a late Sunday night, the wind howled in the summer months of January. The drops of drew trickled lightly from the honey suckle leaves, outside the young McGee's bedroom window. McGee stumbled outside the balcony crying wishfully; hoping his wails alone would reach his lovers ears. The steam from underneath the bathroom door softly floated across the carpeted floor to reach McGee's despaired heart. The door swung open without a sound as Tony slowly crept out of the hallway into the room of transgression, clad only a towel.
He pressed up against the unaware McGee and placed his hand forcefully covering his waist.
"Guess who?" He purred coarsely, with a scent aspiration
"Please step away from me, you know this could never work" he trembled
"Why not, you know you want this"
"It's too hard" He implied, defying his own hearts wishes
"What is darling, the relationship or ...something else?" He said as he glanced over his shoulder
"…uhh…my family would never understand, what do you propose we do?"
"I propose ten inches of rock hard cock, hotter than any chick's throat!" He growled harshly, grasping his package with great passion. The silk boxer shorts intensified the feeling of Tony's aroused heated, undying lust.
McGee let out a soft whimper as Tony's hands continued their passionate assault on his ever yearning want for Tony's touch. McGee spun around in Tony's arms,
"What is it my love?" Tony queried now clasping McGee' sweet cheeks, McGee swooned by his touch his knees gave way in utter lust and collapsed by his lover's waist. Tony watched in curiosity,
"McGee?" he uttered under his breath wondering what ever McGee could do! McGee composed himself now realising where he was,
"Oh Tony—" he chuckled as he yanked the small barely cover towel from Tony's slender waist,
"McGee!" Tony protested coyly as McGee placed one steady hand on Tony's body pushing his forcefully to the door which lead back to the bedroom, Tony stepped back incoherently and fell conveniently onto the huge white silked, king sized bed,
‘How ironic,' Tony thought to himself contemplating the bed's name. His mind was cut short of it's pondering by McGee grasping his hardened length,
"Oh fuck!" Tony blurted suddenly torn back to reality,
"Do you like it?" McGee giggled licking from base to tip, Tony shivered,
"Shit, you're a tease!" Tony laughed.
McGee continued to tease and taunt Tony by kissing or licking the tip of his staff then stopping suddenly. Tony however fought back, brushing or pulling his hair as if a master and slave, McGee found it invigorating and continually tried to come back for more, Tony never allowed it. Finally, Tony slowly regained his power through his teasing but could no longer carry on with this cruel charade,
"Enough!" he demanded McGee looked up innocently as if to ask him ‘what is wrong?' giving into temptation Tony leant down holding McGee' chin gently pulling him up to closed his mouth around McGee's, silence sunk in as their tongues battled for dominance both trying to taste each other and delve deeper into their sinful lust. Tony slid off the edge of the bed to kneel in front of McGee slightly above him to keep his dominate role.
McGee sat up begging for a little more, Tony's power play continued in a skilful ballet of toying and mockery. Slowly he gave up his status, leaning back ever so slightly so that McGee could sit over him a little and then wrapping his legs around Tony's bare waist. A sneer grin ran across Tony's face,
"The dominance of which I so dearly crave, you have just rewarded me with." Tony laughed almost diabolically, McGee tried to sit back off the smirking man but it was too late Tony had effortlessly stood off the ground his toned arms wrapped around McGee as if cradling him,
"Tony!" McGee shrieked clinging his arms around his shoulders and neck,
"You shouldn't let your guard down. Silly boy," he chuckled evilly, "Sex is a game, you wouldn't want to lose," Tony laughed turning to face the huge king sized bed and tossed him onto the silk sheets, the white blankets contrasting against McGee's dark black boxers,
"Now, now we can't have those, it's against the rules!" Tony hissed deeply crawling onto the bed like a tiger,
"No!" McGee giggled, "I don't like playing by the rules!"
"Yes, you are a naughty boy! Come here!" he snarled brutally and leapt to grab the giggling man,
"Stop it! Tony!" McGee begged trying to get away, but soon realise this wasn't turning out to be ‘just a game', "I said stop it!" McGee yelped when Tony forced his arms above his head and pinned his wrists to the mattress,
"Haha, you know you can't resist it." Tony said as he moved forward embracing his lips in another passion lock with McGee. Slowly Tony's lips moved from McGee's and continued downwards over his cheeks, then neck Tony's hands lifted from McGee' arms then traced a small map like pattern down his body which his lips soon followed. Shortly Tony nibbled at his chest and stomach slowly making his way to his goal,
"Tony! Oh, please, just settle down!" McGee gasped arching his body away from the bed. Tony grinned face down to McGee's soft waistline, he was right where he wanted him. His lips closed on the top button of his lover's boxer shorts, quickly his teeth grasped it, with a short tug up and then down the button was loosened from its place,
"You've done this before?" asked McGee suspiciously,
"Am I that good?" laughed Tony avoiding the question. Tony did the same with the seconded button then the boxers conveniently slid off around his waist and down to his knees, when they stopped Tony bit onto the fabric and pulled it the rest of the way off. Now, neither had anything or anywhere to hide. The smaller of the two scurried to the head of the bed,
"You can't have what you can't catch!" McGee teased,
"Is that a dare?" Tony replied rising on his haunches preparing to pounce on his wary prey. McGee considered his way of escape, it was a little too late though Tony had made his move and was already on top of him just as he decided to run to the bathroom,
"Silly, silly boy," he paused and licked McGee's neck slowly, "what did I say about this game?" he whispered,
"D– Don't …"
"What was that?" Tony ordered biting his shoulder,
"Don't!! Lose," McGee yelped recoiling from the bite,
"Good boy," he praised pausing to stroke a gentle hand through McGee's brown wavy hair, McGee whimpered and nuzzled his cheek to Tony's comforting hand,
"Now, were was I?" thought Tony aloud, " Oh yes … Game. Over." he hissed leaning back and taking a firm hold of McGee's slender waist,
"Wha– what are you doing?" asked McGee hoarsely,
"Fucking you, idiot," Tony snapped back and rolled McGee onto his hands and knees, softly cushioned by the bed under him, McGee tried to move but Tony proved too strong,
"Hang on to something, it might be a little rough," Tony laughed positioning himself at his rear,
"No! Please, Tony … don't, I've never …" McGee stuttered,
"What?! You're … hahaha! Pathetic!! Well this just makes it interesting," he laughed and thrust into him, McGee let out a painful yell begging for him to stop. In pure desperation he grasped onto the bars of the bed head as if hanging onto dear life,
"Tell me if it hurts!" Tony laughed maliciously as he continued on with his violent activities.

The next Evening

Tony leant out on the railings of the balcony looking over McGee's property and took yet another deep draw on his cigarette. McGee was lying in his huge bed, the silk weaved around him cushioning him from his aching body. The tree branch tapped softly against the window in the same rhythm that they moved too for hours the night before. McGee stirred in his sleep, the tapping shortly woke from his painful slumber,
"Good evening," Tony sigh a wave of grey smoke dancing from his mouth,
"Evening already? How long did we sleep?" the smaller man asked rubbing his eyes,
"Too long," replied Tony raking a hand through his light hair as the other still lightly held the burning cigarette. McGee sat up in bed a deep crimson mask spreading across his cheeks,
"I'm sorry, about last night," Tony sighed, "I … get a little carried away, I hope I didn't hurt you." He apologised sadly, almost guiltily but not quiet genuine … as if he preferred his masterful position. McGee chuckled softly,
"Please darling," he paused stroking his thigh where rouge bruises had been burnt into his flesh, "when it comes to pain, you might be able to dish it out but I can take whatever you throw," Tony cocked an eyebrow at the smiling man in the bed,
"Oh?" he smirked, "anything?"
"Oh yes, and I'll always come back for seconds." McGee grinned patting the empty space in the bed next to him welcoming his Master back.